The Nightmare Before Xmas

I keep having this repeating nightmare that I\'m the only sane and rational person on the planet. Then I wake up and see that eight jets have just sprayed a thick fog of chemtrails over where I am staying.

I walk out into a world where people are buying presents to celebrate a God that no longer exists and a religion handed down to them as a control device by their alien overlords. I watch people sending their kids off to school beneath these chemtrail-filled skies but they\'re not all really people. Many of them are aliens too just like in the movie They Live, only some are reptilians, some are Saurians, some are Bird Tribe people, some are this, some are that, but they\'re all pretending to be human. And I realize I have not woken from my
nightmare and that my nightmare continues.

For some reason these \'aliens in disguise\' have come to believe that killing other \'aliens in disguise\' is a normal, natural thing to do. I watch them sitting in front of their control communications devices they call television sets and receiving their subliminal commands to rape and torture female \'aliens in disguise\' and to rob and to steal and to do other acts of violence against each other and those their commanders don\'t like, to be mean to each other and the ones they call family, to create as much chaos as possible so that their
leaders will be able, through the fear that is created, to impose even
stricter controls on them and all the others existing in this Star Wars Bar nightmare.

I watch them driving machines that are poisoning the very environment they need to exist in, eating at little box stores where plastic food is served that keeps the \'aliens in disguise\' docile and dumbed down through lack of vital nutrients to the brain and to the very Soul that it needs to survive. I can see into their holographically projected forms and see what this food and these toxins are doing to the holographically projected images of their forms, eating them away just as the food itself was once eaten. Rather than building them up this plastic food is slowly killing them so that then, as I watch, they go to these \'aliens in disguise\' (who are mainly reptilians in disguise) and who wear white coats and follow the staff of Thoth and who say they will help these people from what is slowly poisoning them. But, instead, they just give them little colored bits of more poison they call pills to make the problems with the holographically projected \'sick\' images even sicker.

And my nightmare continues. I walk up to these people, I connect with them over other media control devices and try and tell them that they are only playing a game called \'Being Human\'. I try to tell them that killing other players of the game is not in the rules originally set down by the original big Game-maker. They show me this funny book with old-fashioned words and tell me this is the rule-book for the game, but it seems to be a very old book that\'s very much out-of-date and was written by some people who only wanted to control the outcome of the game so that no matter who played it only they themselves could win.

I show these \'aliens in disguise\' an easy way to read the current rule-book they have all been carrying around with them for eons, but they tell me it\'s not right to look at that rule-book because it displeases these wannabe
usurpers of the Game, a group they have collectively given the name \'God\'. The gamepiece for these God-beings on the board is the one that looks like an iron-fist and likes to push all the other game pieces out of the way or throws them off the board all together. They want to kill me for saying these things and say that it\'s in their version of the rulebook that that its okay to kill other \'aliens in disguise\' who don\'t agree with you or who don\'t want to play the Game your way. Or they make up stories about me that I cheat when I play or am not honest in how I follow the rules, but this is just because I don\'t
play by their out-of date rulebook but instead like to use the one originally made to fit the Game by its Creator.

I run away, but everywhere I go I see more \'aliens in disguise\' poisoning and polluting their environment, their holographically projected forms, and each other. I try to go to the countryside I remember finding solace in when I was a child but it\'s no longer there, or so diminshed of its own life energies that it looks very much like the polluted holographic forms of its polluters. So much of it has all been paved over to make way for more little boxes for the \'aliens in disguise\' to live in and distance themselves from their environments. What\'s left these \'aliens in disguise\' have give the name of \'park\'. It\'s small and the nature in it is very stunted and unreal. I run away to the mountains but see that the jets spraying their toxic chemtrails are everywhere seemingly following me because everywhere I go they spray this big X over where I am as if X marks the spot. I feel like someone is watching me from up there and logging my every movement, every word, every thought, and I run away again but I hit a brick wall because there seems to be walls like a prison all around this nightmare, and I look back over my shoulder and these \'aliens in disguise\' are pursuing me to stab me with their little needles that are filled with this potion that makes me into one of them.

I think I am living in a movie but then I wake up and no, I\'m not, I\'m in my very own nightmare and this nightmare is the reality I have chosen to come into to help teach these \'aliens in disguise\' that it doesn\'t have to be a nightmare, that it can be a wonderful dream, a dream called life, living, loving, existing in peace and harmony and working with a rule-book that allows for the unlimited flexibility of its user. I realize that I have agreed to this nightmare to come here to help teach them that there doesn\'t have to be just one winner or one group of winners. In fact, there don\'t have to be winners or losers at all because it\'s all just one big fun game that never ends and where the players can all enjoy themselves all the time as they learn how to play it better, smarter, and with more control so that one day too they can be the
Masters of the Game.

With love, in service, and a wish to get beyond my nightmare . . .
Peter

2007-12-24