This dimension, this time, this area of space, all that we are able to perceive with our primitive senses, is nothing more than a miniscule part of an infinitely complex food web, an abysmal island of human understanding in a vast sea of time and space. We are not but phytoplankton, cattle, servants, or bargaining chips to the myriad of other things that notice our little ant colony. We are dealing with entities who evolved outside of 3 dimensional space. They are not carbon based, they don't have conventional organs, they don't hunt for sustenance or rely on chasing dopamine. You can't "fight" them, they are not 'born' and they do not 'die', they don't bleed. They traverse through time as easily as a human walks and communicate using 'organs' and other means we can't fathom, you would simply call it telepathy. Sight, touch, smell, hearing, taste all rudimentary introductions to the millions of other senses they use to navigate through a myriad of dimensions. I don't want to discourage anyone, if we could take sticks, especially our atomic ones, and beat them to death as we did to so many cousin tribes of humanity of old I would be all for it. But there is no "winning", there is no war to have. Essentially we are ants trying to understand how a cell phone functions, microbes in a vast ocean surrounded by infinitely more complex fauna and flora.

People have a skewed idea as to what Heaven actually is. It's not a resort, it's not a retirement village, it's not a sex themed yacht club. Heaven is a higher plane of existence beyond time, beyond matter, beyond any human concepts of emotion or understanding you can fathom. It is "the next" the place where your consciousness was always meant to go after your trials in this mundane plain of existence are over, your true "life" and existence. You will be doing work however, work beyond mortal concepts of morality or understanding, work that is even above the angels, because you bore the trials of flesh as the living God did and you will know eternal peace and wholeness but your "work" will never be over. You will be helping to run the universe, the very fibers of existence. In exchange you will be given senses far beyond your basic human ones, being able to perceive colors and spectrums you could never imagine with your current mind. You will be communicating and speaking not with the hammer and anvil of your ears and vibrations of vocal cords, but with your very essence and soul. Entire histories and timelines in the context of utterances that would drive a lesser being mad. You will not be the same. Those who can't see the grand scope through mortal eyes would call you inhuman or indifferent. But you will be beyond the human tribal needs of acceptance or concepts of shame, you will be and know more. You will know God.

This dimension, this time, this area of space, all that we are able to perceive with our primitive senses, is nothing more than a miniscule part of an infinitely complex food web, an abysmal island of human understanding in a vast sea of time and space. We are not but phytoplankton, cattle, servants, or bargaining chips to the myriad of other things that notice our little ant colony. We are dealing with entities who evolved outside of 3 dimensional space. They are not carbon based, they don't have conventional organs, they don't hunt for sustenance or rely on chasing dopamine. You can't "fight" them, they are not 'born' and they do not 'die', they don't bleed. They traverse through time as easily as a human walks and communicate using 'organs' and other means we can't fathom, you would simply call it telepathy. Sight, touch, smell, hearing, taste all rudimentary introductions to the millions of other senses they use to navigate through a myriad of dimensions. I don't want to discourage anyone, if we could take sticks, especially our atomic ones, and beat them to death as we did to so many cousin tribes of humanity of old I would be all for it. But there is no "winning", there is no war to have. Essentially we are ants trying to understand how a cell phone functions, microbes in a vast ocean surrounded by infinitely more complex fauna
and flora.

The "obductions" are still very much ongoing. More modern people are just so ingrained in higher dimensional systems via computers they don't notice the unconscious differences the way a rural farmer would.

This dimension, this time, this area of space, all that we are able to perceive with our primitive senses, is nothing more than a miniscule part of an infinitely complex food web, an abysmal island of human understanding in a vast sea of time and space. We are not but phytoplankton, cattle, servants, or bargaining chips to the myriad of other things that notice our little ant colony. We are dealing with entities who evolved outside of 3 dimensional space. They are not carbon based, they don't have conventional organs, they don't hunt for sustenance or rely on chasing dopamine. You can't "fight" them, they are not 'born' and they do not 'die', they don't bleed. They traverse through time as easily as a human walks and communicate using 'organs' and other means we can't fathom, you would simply call it telepathy. Sight, touch, smell, hearing, taste all rudimentary introductions to the millions of other senses they use to navigate through a myriad of dimensions. I don't want to discourage anyone, if we could take sticks, especially our atomic ones, and beat them to death as we did to so many cousin tribes of humanity of old I would be all for it. But there is no "winning", there is no war to have. Essentially we are ants trying to understand how a cell phone functions, microbes in a vast ocean surrounded by infinitely more complex fauna and flora.

We are cattle, and our lived experiences are the milk and meat.

This dimension, this time, this area of space, all that we are able to perceive with our primitive senses, is nothing more than a miniscule part of an infinitely complex food web, an abysmal island of human understanding in a vast sea of time and space. We are not but phytoplankton, cattle, servants, or bargaining chips to the myriad of other things that notice our little ant colony. We are dealing with entities who evolved outside of 3 dimensional space. They are not carbon based, they don't have conventional organs, they don't hunt for sustenance or rely on chasing dopamine. You can't "fight" them, they are not 'born' and they do not 'die', they don't bleed. They traverse through time as easily as a human walks and communicate using 'organs' and other means we can't fathom, you would simply call it telepathy. Sight, touch, smell, hearing, taste all rudimentary introductions to the millions of other senses they use to navigate through a myriad of dimensions. I don't want to discourage anyone, if we could take sticks, especially our atomic ones, and beat them to death as we did to so many cousin tribes of humanity of old I would be all for it. But there is no "winning", there is no war to have. Essentially we are ants trying to understand how a cell phone functions, microbes in a vast ocean surrounded by infinitely more complex fauna and flora.

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