Sunday, June 25, 2017

About the Grays

About the Grays:

UFOlogy and Inter-Dimesional dialogue has eclipsed my interest in Politics.  EYES form from seemingly solid matter in my view and I am tazed by intelligentles "looking back" at me making eye contact in unexpected ways.  The latest, and most life-altering, was the Eagle/Dragon/Branch of an aged Lilac Tree in my garden.  I was so at my wit's end with the Race Card's ubiquitous "play" that I was talking to myself... I looked up - that is to say, my EYES were magnetically drawn up to an EYE drilling me with a look that said:  "Stop this.  Keep your energy to yourself.  This is not your fight.  Let any who would choose this path do so.  Get off this treadmill.  Be aware of all the EYES on you waiting to see you address this choice."

At that moment and ever since, the "Pretentious Progressives" were completely in my rear-view mirror and falling away.  But in that glance from the Dragon, I was shown arcs at every turn and began to "See."

Like Dan Burisch, I found the notion of Bio-Mechanics riveting enough that I "agreed" to work in a realm where legitimate scientists, engineers and inventors work at gunpoint, ever threatened with violent "push-back" for demonstrating curiosity, professional exchange or impulses to understand beyond "need to know."

"If you build it; they will come."  to your Field of Dreams.  But instead of the players referenced in that movie; the Team emerging is the Negro League Homestead Grays.  The Grays began in a suburb of Pittsburgh but played a portion of their Home games in Washington D.C.  They boasted numerous Hall of Famers like Cool Papa Bell, Ray Brown, Josh Gibson, Buck Leonard, Cum Posey and Jud Wilson.  All these players are honored in a facade at the Washington Nationals' ball park.

The Scene - a baseball diamond in a corn field in Iowa changes to a Crop Circle in a field of Barley in North Dakota.  Baerl - or Beer as it has come to be, is brewed from Barley and Hopps, seemingly to sustain baseball players and their fans.  6th Dimensional being, RA, could understand so much more if such a Game could be attended by the being.

The scene changes again.  Oil people from Oklahoma, Louisiana and Texas light up the once invisible North Dakota with fracking activity.  No better way to make the most of night lighting than ball games in the Summer.  And from the Crop Circle a tradition evolves:  The Grays who come to play are not Human.  They are the 4 foot tall, disproportionately large heads with huge, almond shaped black eyes, no ears or lips, three-fingered clones we know as "Aliens."

Themselves normally serious; the Grays are understood to have an incredible sense of humor, to be capable of telepathic communication and are purposefully task-oriented.  When not conducting cattle mutilations, abductions of humans for dna material and assorted testing and generally showing off their piloting skills in any number of types of UFOs, the Grays are interested in a better understanding of Humanity.

Suited in impervious material that SSSSwwoooooosh!  sucks itself to the wearer's form and makes itself an extension of the wearer's own skin, the Grays take an interest in the mechanics, rules and "play" of the Game.  Unlike their "programmers," the Grays serve at their own discretion.  En-trained by a seemingly higher intelligence, they telepath as a species, all there is to know about their handlers as well as their "Subjects."

Here the Queen's EYEBROWSE flicker.  Subjects?  They rule those they abduct?

As in the District of Columbia, the Vatican and the City of London, Sovereignty and "Nationhood" is a factor of the Native Americans' Indian Nation in North Dakota.  Taxation, jurisdiction and "subjugation" are not the prerogative of even the Shadow  Government in the Black Hills.  Glyphs and Traditions of our Native American culture have depicted the Grays as far back as the hills themselves,  and encounters with them are spoken of matter-of-factly as nothing new or strange.


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