I think the race of Reptillian Aliens that runs the planet will no longer be able to maintain their shape-shifting abilities amidst the rupturing of the fabric of space-time, revealing their true identities to us meek humans, allowing us to finally unify under a common urgency to survive.
It will be obvious that the projected situation of climate catastrophe, political instability, manufactered scarcity, is merely an agricultural technique of the Reptillians, who drink human blood to obtain a hormone which is secreted during the experience of terror, for use as a nutrient.
We will defeat the Reptillians by visualizing a return to an eden like, garden planet where a giant Phoenix flies high in the atmosphere distributing seeds of various magical plants and vegetables. We will all sit in seperate rooms, no two individuals in the same room, and we will all simultaneously invoke the image of the NeoEden mentally, and hold it still in our minds.
After the last person on the planet firmly locks there third pineal eye onto this vista of possibility, the phoenix will emerge from the nearest black hole, gaining speed as it streaks through the cosmos toward earth, on its divine mission of purification. Trailing feathers of flame, infinitely long, flare in intensity, still tethered like an abysmal root to the void, as the fire bird gains in size. The sky becomes filled with an unyielding orange brilliance as the phoenix grows exponentially larger, seemingly in co ordinance with the special theory of relativity.
In an instance, the phoenix engulfs the planet. Unimaginable heat scalds the surface, as the entire planet is suspended in agony so visceral, all memory is incinerated. Time appears to stop, as the phoenix begins to contract, the earth still in its clutches. Like a rubberband, the jagged, flickering threads of fire snap back at the critical point, pulling our space ship inevitably closer towards the singularity.
As we cross over the event horizon, we look back, and to our suprise the rest of the universe is following us. Speed goes beyond infinity, density approaches that of stars, and then surpasses it. Atomic chemistry vanishes as electrons melt.
Space itself vibrates as pyroclastic flows of being are spit out in silk strings as if from an ethereal cotton candy machine, cooling as they distance themselves from the chaos, condensing as the Terra of Seraphim from the ether. Rain clouds of intentionality become pregnant with possibility, bursting open until torrents flood upward into the sky, boiling in the gamma rays of high atmosphere until a prism of charged gas is held like a magnifying glass above this new theater on the day of its grand opening.
As light shines from the heavens, through this prism, immutable white light vivisects the darkness of void into slivers so fine, nothing gets confused and becomes everything. Information becomes currency and commodity, food grows out of the ground for free, children teach their parents how to live, the sky is television, apartment complexes appear spontaneously in the hollowed out sides of mountains, and we forget that reptiles ever had anything to do with our daily decision making.
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