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I have recently written this for a uni assignment. I hope you enjoy :)
The blue planet rotated, travelling round its sun. Civilisations rose and fell oblivious to the dark ship that was moored on the opposite side of the fiery nuclear furnace they worshiped for its warmth and life giving rays of light.
At this time there were 6 billion humans spread over the globe, and the many civilisations were beginning to shape as one. The plan for the harvest was well advanced. New stock bred for millennia in deep cities beneath the planet, were now ready to be released after the coming cataclysms.
For millennia, the meanest of surface humans during many wars had been methodically transferred to underground labs. Their bodies were remolecularised into stronger and faster fighting machines. The best ones were mated and the offspring matured in perfect slavery. Some were put to work, while the others after military training were put into sleep machines until they were needed. The time for the invasion of the surface was nearing, and would proceed after the comet cluster and earth changes destroyed all civilisations once again.
There would be a good harvest this time, the work of the centuries had gone well. Soon the feast of tortured souls would begin once again. The ultradimensional predator’s maws dripped in anticipation of the sweet extract of fear the humans would express. The Reptilians and Orions were arriving in star ships for the event, and some were already parked within the solar system. The skies were very busy over the earth now and many Consortium ships could be seen by the inhabitants on the surface; real ships amongst the holographic projections agents were displaying with machinery given to them. Confusion, disinformation and psychopathic control – it worked every time.
The collective human mind of this space-time zone was mostly unaware of the predatory presence. Sure, occasionally an agent of the Confederation would get through the frequency fence and a small group of humans would become aware and organised, but they were simple to destroy with violence and distortion of the truth. The last one had been 2000 years ago, but Groul had managed to see that His teachings and name had been so distorted that most of the Confederations’ gain had been lost. Centuries of mind control through religions and endless war had seen to that.
Gruel’s scales shimmered within the ship’s inhuman light while outside the sun was waking up in its last cycle of this aeon. 309000 years had quickly gone for Groul and it had fed many times. But this was the big one, and Groul’s continued existence here relied on meticulous plans and tireless manipulations. The cosmic Wave was arriving within four years and that interfering Confederation of do-gooders, were coming with it. The Confederation is working to wake the humans up, so many could emerge into fourth density awareness as free souls. It was vitally important for Gruel and the Consortium that the humans did not wake up or all would be lost. It was a constant effort to maintain control.
It was quiet easy to manipulate the biped stock. It was just simple genetic manipulation and game theory. The well placed psychopaths had done the rest. Now with their narcissistic minds focussed on individual gain, the humans had grown to love their bodies and possessions; most now resisted any attempt to be woken. They were very stupid and would be easy to enslave as they took on new bodies in the post Wave ascension – the beautiful Nordics would lead them into the ranks of the Consortium and its numbers would swell, thereby ensuring another aeon of existence.
But there was one problem. There was that horrid human group in contact with the Confederation. The internet which was supposed to be a tool for further disinformation was being used to connect the conspiracy theorists and many of them were learning about Groul’s activities and plans. They were helping each other wake up and it seemed to be infectious. Groul did not understand how, he only knew that this might very well ruin the food. If the food is corrupted with light, there would be no feast and the Consortiums’ days were numbered in this sector of space.
The Wave was approaching the planet Earth. As it moved toward Earth, the solar system it occupied was also rotating in space toward the Wave. Every aeon this happened and last time the Consortium had won the war for humans because the Earths inhabitants had been enticed into the well laid trap of experiencing physicality. For the first few thousand of their years they experienced a golden era and had not suspected their fate. But then Groul had found a way to disturb the Confederations’ communication with them and then had used radiation to burn off sections of DNA in their bodies. This had prevented the cosmic energies arising to their brains so they were now easily controlled.
The Confederations’ ships were riding the Wave. They were prepared for a great battle and already the advance parties had engaged and destroyed isolated ships of the Consortium. But there had been losses too, and the rejuvenation rooms were busy. To the humans the dwellers of fourth density seemed to live forever, but this was not true. They just lived relatively much longer lives. Many of their ranks would be injured and many would die. But preparations were well advanced and the auguries showed that this time the Consortium would fail, mainly because of their wishful thinking and inability to understand the non-linear effects of the macrocosmic change. It was the achilles heel of the dying race of lizards which after several aeons had not learned the essential open nature of the cosmos. Wishful thinking was to be their downfall. The survivors would gravitate into the black hole they created and emerge on the other side as primal matter, there to begin the growth of awareness from the beginning again. Starting as inanimate matter, they would once again arise painfully through the densities to have another chance of attaining unity with the One. It would take them billions of years but that was their choice.
On a confederation white-light ship, Rochiana, Leahriaea, Osrazzo, Opolinia and Gillror gathered around the table in the transmission room. They were pensive, but an air of quiet assurance pervaded their faces as they greeted each other for another session of support.
“Their numbers are growing” Rochiana said. “The new breathing program we taught them is working better than we thought it might. Most of the participants have shed the programs Gruel placed in them and their minds are beginning to resonate with a common frequency. It will not be long before the core group will have telepathic communication and at that stage they will learn to work in concert. What we have been working toward is bearing fruit. Our human friends will very shortly be able to break down the negative frequency fence which will allow many of their kind to awake en masse. The plans for the Unified Field Device are being realised by the scientists in the group and they should be able to shift their planet out of the way of the comets and mitigate the effect of the fire storm from their sky. But the earth changes will kill many even so. We must be ready to help those that ascend but remember, we cannot interfere with their free will. We cannot help unless they ask – it is our way.” Rochiana stopped sending thoughts and allowed the others to report.
Osrazzo stood and faced the others. “Gruel has sent its agents instructions to seek out and kill the waking humans, but control is slipping from its grasp. It still has not realised that the future is open and that service to self leads to destruction. Even now it is savouring an expected feast. Even now its minions gather yet have still not seen how the Divine Cosmic Mind wills each entity to be free. But I still worry that the UFT will not be understood in time, and our group will not be able to shift the planet out of harms way. Billions may loose their lives and the Earth would suffer thousands of years of recovery and poisonous air. Still, we are seeing that most humans will move into our density and will need our help to orient themselves to their new bodies and powers. The enemy will be active in recruiting them by deception and as you know we cannot abridge the human’s choice.” He sat down and let the others speak.
Leahriaea, Opolinia and Gillror spoke as one mind directly. “We are ready to gather them up if that happens, and we are ready to help if it does not. The human group has asked for our help and as service to others entities, we will provide it. Be not troubled beloved, the auguries have made it clear. The Consortium will fail. We know that and all we need do is allow. They have four more years until we arrive with the Wave and we can now report that the Unified Field Device has been understood and they are making haste to build it. All is well.
On Earth the awoken group’s numbers had grown to more than 3000 members from every place on the planet. Of them 1500 had broken through the programmed lies. Lorel-Anne, the initial contact of the Confederation was ecstatic. She fair beamed her joy to the others in the Chateau. “We have done it! The UFT device is under construction in our secret mountain hiding place. Soon we will turn it on and remove our beautiful planet out of harms way. We have chosen a suitable sun to park it for a few years, only thing is, people will see the sky as jet black and there will be no moon. That should be fun!”
“With that done, even if the mind merge has not gained sufficient members, we will be free of that damned frequency fence and the Consortium will be unable to keep their program in place.” Anas said.
Lorel-Anne skipped into the kitchen laughing and started to prepare the evening meal.
Arty, the lead scientist of the group, who had put the UFT together and was always thinking of lateral consequences said, “Our main worry will be what to do with the psychopaths when their control is destroyed. They will no longer have contact with the Consortium and will run amok in fear.”
“That’s O.K. Arty” spoke Anara. “With the frequency fence removed people will be able to see them for the destructive bastards they are. They will be rounded up out of harms way while the humans will do what we always do in a crisis. We will organise and help each other, and everyone will have food and shelter. Whoa ho! All for one, one for all! I can’t wait. What are we having for tea mum?”
On the dark ship behind the sun, Gruel summoned his ship’s commanders to a war conference. Lizards, Greys and red-haired Nordics gathered in sycophantic homage.
Looking imperiously at his underlings, Gruel wiped the blood from his lips. That last human baby had shrieked deliciously as its soul had been smashed, its dying terror made Gruel’s scales shimmer in a ripple of satisfaction.
“We are ready, nothing can go wrong. We are the masters of the Universe and soon it will entirely be under my control.” His tail swept a wide ark and thumped heavily on the black table. He laughed loudly and his companions sniggered in anticipation.
“We can’t fail, we can’t fail.” They chanted to the sound of tails thumping and Nordic whistles.
Meanwhile, Rochiana, Leahriaea, Osrazzo, Opolinia and Gillror offered prayers of thanks to the Divine Cosmic Mind as Arty in the mountain cave turned on the Unified Field Device. A moment was all it took. Earth found itself under a black sky and its inhabitants saw each other as one. The frequency fence collapsed.
