by cosmicB on Sat Dec 29, 2007 9:16 pm
When I heard that American newscaster make that vile "purple cabbage" comment, I was just a hopping-angry, and fuming red! and Cussing like I had never heard any one cuss before.. and my ears were ringing too... I was oh so Embarrassed for the Russians.. partly because I had a little to do with the whole mess...
...For twenty-years I had been involved in ultra-deep mind research, almost desperately trying to find the end of thought, and the peak connections and abilities of the mind, in search of a bit of reality in the "heaven" concept... It was a slow process, only slightly productive at times, and sometimes down-right frightening... I pushed on and on into it, deeper and deeper, in spite of the extreme frights, some of which nearly killed me...
I found the end of thought.. and a lot more... If I told people all what I found, many would likely opt for suicide rather than dare to face the reality of what is out there in-store for us... It truly is Frightening... and the food-chain doesn't end here...
This one day I sees a documentary about a potential nuclear world war three, illustrating what would happen to our cities should nukes detonate on or near them... Everything got turned into hot-dust, in each proposed detonation... Just viewing that TV documentary made me feel like I was sinking deeper and deeper into the chair... a fun sensation, but a vile feeling too.. seeing our lives being instantly turned into dust, by a bunch of idiots who can't find it within themselves to play nice... Just bunch of mindless monsters who can't get enough killing and death and money...
That TV documentary upset me so much that I grew angry at what it showed us about war and us... I summoned my mental abilities at peak, aiming my angers at the ones who would be responsible for those nuclear detonations in North America.. the Soviets.. who were hellbent on proliferating this overly prophesied WW3 with the Americans, in their insane "cold-war" bullshidt...
A year before this, I had done an ultra deep trance experiment in which I imagined I was walking along a steep seaside cliff in Hawaii.. a jungle on one side.. a sheer drop to a white sand beach on the other.. and a little path along the cliff edge... As I walked, I studied my hand.. and made it be stronger than a normal hand... I added another joint.. I added muscles to replace tendons... I had to make the fingers 10 to 14 inches long to accommodate the modifications... I super modified the hand, and the wrist, and the arm.. I added two more sets of muscles to the arm... then examined my new creation... I flexed it.. It felt extremely powerful... I reached to a small tree near the path.. gripped it around its 4-inch trunk, at shoulder level, and snapped it in two with the ease of breaking a toothpick... then evolved the whole human creature into what would match the arm and hand modifications... I was exhausted.. I had to quit the experiment, and have a little rest... While I rested I had a wondrous dream about my evolved Being... It still wows me when ever I think on it... Some of felt like it was actually real... I still wonders that if somewhere on a Hawaiian Island seaside cliff, if there's a little tree snapped in half at shoulder level near the path..? If there is, I'm bets there are deep-finger squeeze-marks in its bark... But it was probably used for firewood years ago..? But the tall stump would probably still be there, if it really happened as I experienced it...
Back to the WW3 TV documentary... I was seriously upset at what the human race was planning for to destroy us, to turn us all into hot-dust.. just because a few mindless-twits can't get it in place to play nice... So I closed my eyes, and dove into ultra deep trance, and pretended I was about a couple miles big, floating over Russia, searching for Russia's nuclear labs.. expecting war-labs to show as red glows on the Russian topography... And there was a big glow right at the south/west foot of their tallest mountain, in the eastern quarter nearest North America.. obviously located there to defend from nuclear attack... I lowered myself out of the sky, and landed on the rock... There was no lab at the red glow..? So I lowered myself into the rock.. down.. down.. down.. until about 70-feet down from the surface, I am now at the ceiling of a room that was carved out of solid rock, and shored up with what looked to be a network of discarded aircraft wing-supports of magnesium-aluminum extrusion... Way down at the floor I sees a lone fellow working on a slender silvery elongated egg-shaped thing.. poking around inside it... It got my curiosity going... I lowered to just above and behind the lab-tech's head, and studied the device to the best of my ability.. determining it was a guidance system for a nuke...
I tried to get into his mind, to determine his thoughts on his device, and his job, and beliefs... I caught that he saw that what he was working-on was to render North America lifeless, as a coast to coast flattened plowed-field, ready for planting corn and various veggies... The jolt of the shock of seeing his thoughts made me a little angry... I spoke calmly, "We Don't want That!"... He didn't hear it... I tried louder... I tried different approaches to getting him to hear me... He didn't even flinch... I lost my temper, at being so unable to communicate to the guy who wanted my country to be void of life, and me too, and my blood relatives all to be turned into hot-dust from his labors... All I had was anger... I found myself back at the ceiling with the tangle of aluminum support-rods... I changed into my Hawaiian evolved creature, with its muscular fingers, and punched at a couple cave-roof support-rods.. they bent as easy as bending a piece of fine wire... I kicked at a few rods, and they were sent flying... I grabbed a couple rods, and flung them like spears at the desk of the lab tech's guidance system... The rods stuck deep into the floor of the cave... The lab tech wasn't there, he obviously had freaked, and bolted away, when the ceiling started falling apart... I was relieved that no one got hurt in my tantrum...
That was over twenty years ago... You should see what I've evolved it into now.. Yikes!.. I should just scoop-up the world's militaries, and grind them into hot dust tonight.. but that would be killing, and I can't kill if I expect to maintain my rights to the afterlife as point senses to the powers that be... I am forced to be nice to asshole bullies... Dam you asshole war monger monkeys!.. You are Destroying my home!.. If I can I Will delete your bloodlines from the otherside just moments after my death... Have a very happy dusting, and a lovely windblown new year...
Then I hears in American Media, the newscaster stating that Russia has complained in the world's Media, that "A ghost was smashing and bending support structure in one of their peacetime labs"... Yeah right!.. "peacetime" BullShidt!.. All Russia wanted was to taken serious by America and the world... They were simply asking to be part of the world of humanity, for having realized that something big and powerful didn't like that they were preparing for a nuclear world war, and had made it perfectly clear in that subterranean lab... Then the fugink Umerikans went and insulted the innocent child-like Russians as mean as they could, with that vile "purple cabbage" comment, and cold stinging laughter... and that was the first and last time Russia would trust America... America is acting like a global asshole... I wish America would build a mile tall wall around America, and seal itself from the rest of the world... Then peace might happen...
P.S.: Should Russia or the States dare to even consider trying to harm me for this, I and my 3000 cosmic dragons, which I have postured Very close to these realms, will attack You from the afterlife, so Fugink Hard and Aggressive that you is gonna wish you were never born!.. Hint.. Ever seen a dragon feed?..
Should you war-monger assholes ever start your god forsaken nuclear WW3, I'll give you Real WAR!.. This is My Planet.. MY HOME!.. Don't mess with it...
I shouldn't be here on this planet.. there's nothing here for me anymore... I only want to teach a few good human-folks about this ancient path, into the afterlife, that I found in a strange ultra-deep trance experiment, so I'll have a few good buds in the next... You crazy war-mongers can go have your insane wars after I'm gone... You can all recycle for all I care... I only want a couple hundred good people friends there, from here... You war mongers can keep the remaining 6-billion for and in your insane slavery and torture programs, you vile demons from hell... We do not want your sorry-azzes in our afterlife!.. Should you dare visit, we've got your Numbers.. You is good as fresh meat "dragon-kibbles" on the hoof... And That! you can take to the bank...
As the late Mr. Paul Harvey would say, "And now you know the rest of the story"...
