We are nothing more than beasts while existing in this suspension, bound to our capsules, unless we resonate with the frequency of the universe. We must learn to project our consciousness, our being, our souls in order to transcend the confines of flesh, of borders, and this realm. Until then, the healing process can never truly begin.
Image: Kevin M. Gill
The first major expedition back to E-1 yielded aetherialyte. The valley (of the kings) appeared much different than I had remembered.
The ancients had hidden their secret well, but not well enough. Location and excavation was made simple by the fact that our guide had ruled over these lands before the sand, and now ice , covered his kingdom. We later discovered that the stones had been placed under the sarcophagi of all Egypt’s kings, and with astral travel now possible, our goals now appeared to be a touch more attainable.
2153 A.D. , the year the last remaining permanent residents abandoned the Earth. Guage remembered the ships exiting the atmosphere towards their solar destination, as the lunar outpost, from which he observed, had long become uninhabitable for humans since the cooling of the sun…
The mark of the beast, left by man, on a world that unequivocally provides him with nothing but love and beauty.
His method is creation through destruction. But, what has been stolen can never be returned.
Misconstrued elevation has yeilded a lowered vibration that no longer resonates with that of the earth.
He is no longer welcome.
Image: Robert Leydenfrost
They forced us to fight, to kill for their cause. Our faith was used against us. We watched as they slaughtered those among us who refused their commands.
Our armor bore that cursed symbol, and those who rejected it, we bathed in their blood. The steel in our hands as cold as our hearts, the fall from grace was quick.
Our atrocities knew no bounds. What we stole could never be repaid, an unfathomable debt, and our punishment was immortality.
I am haunted by my memories, but I am not that man anymore. Their treachery is all but forgotten, cloaked in notions of peace and humanity. BUT, I remember. And as the veil becomes thinner, exposing their ritualistic deceptions and wickedness, I wait patiently for redemption.