RYLEY, Alberta, Canada, September 30, 2012
Introduction: Captain Morfus Adrigon is the Commander of one of the larger intergalactic starships, called the “White Winds,” which can also be regarded as a floating library in the galaxy. The craft itself contains records of all matters societies in this sector of the galaxy have involved themselves in. Its library is off-limits to the wicked.
The following address was telepathically received by Uthrania Seila Sentana-Ries on dates as shown.
September 26, 2012, 2:00 pm
Captain Adrigon (A-‘dray-on): Captain Adrigon at the helm.
Seila: I am at the keyboard, Commander.
Captain Adrigon: Good! Hello, Seila and Sananda's troop. We gauge today to be a period of reckoning for all those fine souls who have been sent to their early ‘deaths,' so to speak, in evacuating their bodies just a little to way too soon.
We not only speak of the Middle Eastern ones who have had their countries so brutally invaded, but no, we also bespeak of the ones, those soldiers who were so grievously lied to and lied about to the source structure of the grievous ones who have been invaded and occupied. For many soldiers out of NATO and the United States - with Canada tied in there somewhere - were told grievous untruths to get them to ‘cooperate’ with the fish in the sea and their nuclear weapons just located outside in the waters of Iran.
Goodness gracious, little ones! But at Farthing Point, Alaska, one of our secret bases in the Arctic Ocean, we have at our disposal just enough nuclear weapons to attack the entire consensus of world diphtheria, and because that is so, they are just a little more confused, therefore cautious of our alignment with the stars.
So, all we are saying here is that the time and events near whereby the mission will not be failed in the long run, and the butts of the guns will fall silent for good, and the missionaries will begin to gather and stand in line for to hear the real good news coming down from our star-bases upon otherwise-thought-of planets, one called 'Jerusalem-From-on-High,' for the one upon your earth has been so tainted with blood and a spectacle of foresight whereby martyrs were sent to prison or to their deaths, that any practicality which would see your earthly place of worship for the religions is just something which we would just as soon forget.
Dear ones, we are sick and tired, and we are fed up to the teeth how people continue in gathering around mosques, synagogues, and churches, leaving the temple worship out, and plying us with all sort of memorandum of promises of which not one can you possibly keep.
So instead of wasting all your precious time killing one another, just look up, watch for us, and listen to our words. Reading will flourish the mind, and the principle, made up of our gravitational pull toward rescuing those who so aptly deserve it and have so aptly prepared, will continue in another lifestream upon another world high up, as you say, in your skies. However, there actually is no 'high up,' for all is relevant depending upon where you live.
For those who still have not arrived at a conclusion yet, and whom remain still upon the face of the earthen plane called Angorius, we strongly suggest that martyrdom awaits just a little bit longer until lift-off is yours, respectively, due to the fact that we will wait not much longer for the final event.
Do as you will, but do not say you martyrdom because of us, for we would never ask of such a thing.
Commander and Captain Adrigon out for a respite. Good Day, Seila, to the both of you, and Au revoir! (2:11 pm)
September 27, 2012, 11:23 am
Captain Jlincks: Good Morning, dear ones, one and all. This is your Captain of the 'Sputnik' of-a-sorts speaking. You see, we give names through telepathic communications to those of our people who wish to bring about good and positive change to the world around them. Captain Adrigon now wishes to address the each one of you, and so have of yourselves a goodly a prosperous day.
Captain Adrigon: A fare-thee-well to your own Angorius earth planet soon, for many of you who decide to trek out on your own cognizance to come to Farthing Point in Alaska, and we do so encourage the each of you who wish to acclimatise yourselves to the winters there, that you bring both parka as well as snow boots built way up past the knee. Snowshoes are a must because where you are going the heat will dissipate immensely into the far bottoms of the sea bed where rustic boats lie and our starships go from point A to point B, and the Antarctic will be your snowshoe paradox, and when we get there we will show you ones just why.
Now, for the rest of you we are going to shut this book, or writing, down, for it is time for you to nestle in to another goodly book of ours and pretend you are already there. Escape to Paradise by our brother and most officious Captain of them all, your 'lord' Sananda, whom we know by his new name, Captain James Galiac Sananda.
Good Day, and please do not try, those of you who 'escape' to the colder regions of our design within the hole in the ground which your satellites cannot see, to fully understand all we are telling you, for the ‘button’ on the top of the ‘hat’ will be fully disclosed at the time of our choosing.
Adieu and out. Your Captain of the “White Winds,” greatest floating library in the Galaxy. -Captain Morfus Adrigon.
Clock out time perimeters please, Seila, and have of yourselves a great day. Put in chapter title headings where appropriate, for they mean more to you than to us. Salu. 11:54 pm
(From our as yet unpublished book Beyond The Horizons of Yesteryear Come the Ships - Galore!)
- Scribed by the hand and pen of I, Uthrania Seila Sentana-Ries
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