Something hit me driving in the moonlight last night…..We are part of a plan that is already laid out...refined….concreted...cemented and known only to the creator.
We are all game pieces some a little more powerful than others but we are infused with the “I gotchas”
Meaning that all the best laid plans of the PTB...aliens….madmen….can’t work
Well...that’s it then folks...we can pack this place in ...go home and relax
I pictured this: A big reptilian Alien appears to you all slobbering ...about to tear you apart...Fangs dripping goo...then just as you should be all scared the light land mine trips….u look them straight in their big slitty eyes and say “oh yeah ….want to see something really scary????”
Then the power that the creator planted in your spirit eons ago trips and vaporizes the alien in blaze of white light….nothing but an itsy bitsy pile of ashes...GOTTCHA!!!
The plans that zapped Drac had….just went up in smoke and ash.
It didn't fit into the "PLAN"
We all know that the creator force that births galaxies and move solar systems around on a whim (b4 lunch) is not going to let alien controlled bankers run rampant through his\her garden.
All these “bad” things are happening for a reason...maybe our flesh was lured into sleep and this is a jump start for some of us….This will make us into something “more”
Also you have to think maybe it not all about us...maybe the creator is trying to teach the Dracs...PLeiadeans...Greys…
Maybe this is a huge lesson….
plan ...sweat...toil...but in the end…
CREATOR WINS...hands down!!!!
Maybe all these other races are wayward souls like us….Since they are part of us...and us them
There is no fight...you can’t control me...I can’t control you
But
Also
I don’t want to
I am YOU...you are me
So pack it up folks
We are right where we are...right where we're supposed to be
Peace