Chapter 7:
Aliens make us "mad"
Jeff slowly trudged down Kirkwood Avenue, as a windy chill pelted his leather jacket and bounced off. McDonald Park was a block away, and he had a deep desire to sit in its grass and gaze at the water of the miniature lake.
Jeff's street ran roughly parallel to the main street business section, several blocks down. He could see activity, police cars, foot patrol, other people walking--perhaps feeling the same as himself. But his street was virtually empty. Occasionally, a car drove by.
Jeff shuffled his feet and kicked various stones as he entered the front gate. Then he picked up a few pebbles and sat near the edge of the small lake. The rippling surface looked beautiful. Jeff tried skipping a few stones, as he had often done as a kid. Somehow, he couldn't get it to work this evening.
If the Balazons were being truthful, he could live his life as normal, doing whatever he wanted, perhaps even live longer due to medical advances, and hopefully die at an old age, having done everything in life he had wanted to do. He would live again millions of years later, regardless of his accepting them, or getting too close. Perhaps, at least, he could remain neutral. Nothing in the Balazons' philosophy demanded otherwise.
On the other hand, he couldn't ignore the feeling they were up to something sinister. It was a gut instinct, something deep down inside him, but he had learned to trust those instincts ever since they'd helped him escape from a mind-controlling cult. He had the same feeling he was being manipulated and lied to as he had in those days.
A shrill scream suddenly pierced the air. It was a woman's voice, sounded as if she were being tortured. He got up and ran in the general direction of the voice, but it stopped. Then it shrieked again, coming from a large tree on the other side of the park.
Jeff's heart was pounding. As he neared the screaming voice, he could make out a man and woman rolling in the grass. He moved in closer, careful to be quiet.
The man had the woman pinned to the ground. He was holding both of her arms above her head with his left hand, and attempting to pull down his pants with the other. Her skirt was above her waist, revealing torn nylons. She was squirming, screaming, and biting her attacker. Every now and again, the man would curse and slap the woman in the face or punch her in the stomach.
Jeff's mouth went dry. He had always wondered what he would do in a situation like this--what kind of hero, if any, he would be. He still didn't know. "Hey," he croaked lamely. "Stop that."
The man stopped moving momentarily, as if unsure he'd heard anything, then continued his assault.
Jeff cleared his throat. "Stop that!"
This time the man whirled his head around. "Go away, man. I'm just having some fun."
Jeff could hardly believe the indifference in the man's eyes. "You'd better stop or..."
"Or what!" The man got up and spun around, with the woman held tightly in his grip. He flashed a long knife in his left hand; it glinted, reflecting the sunlight. "I intend on doing her a favor. After we have some fun, I'm gonna send her off to the exultation stage. You know, man. Where you go after you die. Guess now I'll have ta do both of you that favor. Like the man sez on TV, ain't no hell, just heaven. And we all go there regardless. I bin wantin ta do something like this fer years, but the fear of the Lord and all you know. My daddy'd pounded that into me since I'z a kid. But now it don't matter. Live and let live. Eat drink and be merry, for tomorrow you die and live forever." The man laughed and looked up to the sky. "Ain't life wonderful? I got me lots'a makin up ta do."
The woman suddenly bolted out of his grip. The man didn't even try chasing her. "Darn. Now look watcha done. Oh, well. Plenty more where that come from." He looked at Jeff. "But you, buddy, are gonna get your exultation papers early." He lunged at Jeff, knife pointed straight at his chest.
Jeff grabbed the man's hand and held it away, as they both fell to the ground in a desperate struggle to see who could stab the other. They rolled over twice before Jeff managed to fully point the knife's direction towards the man. On the third roll, the man moaned, stopped moving, and lay on the ground face down. Jeff stood up and moved several yards away, watching for any signs of life.
He picked up a stone about the size of a baseball and slowly inched nearer until he was a few feet away. When he kicked the man over, Jeff saw the knife sticking out of his chest. He checked for a pulse and breathing, but there wasn't any.
Jeff felt no pity for the man, but he should contact the police. He took a shortcut through the park, and started to walk towards where he had seen the conglomeration of police vehicles.
When he got to main, he saw a mini-war going on. A group of people, young and old alike, were hurling stones and Molotov cocktails at an overturned police car, behind which several officers were hiding for protection. In front of the overturned car, rows of police were wearing riot gear, but instead of shooting tear gas, they blasted what appeared to be rapid-fire flashes of light, which looked like laser beams. Every time a light bullet hit a rioter, he fell to the ground. Then some other men in gray uniforms would come and load the bodies into a paddy wagon.
The unveiling was quite a shock, but Jeff could hardly believe the docile town of Star City would start rioting. At least for the moment, the Balazons were acting peacefully, and he had a hard time believing most people were like the rapist he'd killed in the park. Then again, he understood the unbeliever's viewpoint.
Even though he called himself an atheist, he felt constrained by an inner sense of right and wrong. If he were convinced his feelings were merely due to a conscience-bubble, there were no objective standards for good and evil, and he could live forever regardless of his present behavior, he might like to experiment with his wild side too.
Jeff flinched with the sound of a nearby explosion and ducked behind the nearest building he could find, a hardware store. He periodically peaked around the corner to view the action, quickly hiding again when it appeared as if someone might spot him. He started to think he should try to get home safely and call the police from there, but his house was straight through the fighting. Then there was the tempting possibility he could go in the opposite direction, to the police station. It was a greater distance, but at least it was clear.
Jeff opted for what he thought was the safest route. He'd almost made it to the station when he was confronted by a gang of middle-aged men and women brandishing handguns, rifles, knives, and any other kind of weapon they could carry. Jeff guessed the crowd of malcontents numbered at least two dozen.
"Whose side are you on?" a big man who looked like their leader asked. "Those marauding aliens or us humans?"
Jeff sensed that he shouldn't respond indecisively or claim neutrality. "Of course I'm on the humans' side. Who do you think I am?"
"Just checking." The man eyed Jeff suspiciously. "It's hard to be sure these days, with our own government selling us down the tubes and all." He reached into his side pocket, pulled out a gun, and offered it to Jeff. "You won't mind fighting with us then?" It was less of a question, more of a command.
"I'm afraid I can't. I'm going home to get my own Colt forty-five; I don't feel right taking a gun somebody else could use, especially when I have my own at home waiting."
The leader cocked his left eyebrow and looked at Jeff a little less suspiciously than before. "Well, when you get it, meet us on main for the showdown. We're not going down without a fight."
Jeff noticed movement within the crowd. A forty something aged woman slithered through the crowd, a snake winding its way to the front looking for prey. Her hair was frizzy and she took position beside her leader like a loyal guard dog. Her back arched up slightly like a cobra ready to strike. "He's one of them," she hissed. "Demon!" Her head lunged forward again and again, as she repeated the venomous word, sinking fear into Jeff with each bite, as he imagined she might leap on him at any moment. "Demon, demon!"
The leader raised his arm and blocked the woman's plunges. "Now, now, Bertha" he said. "Calm down. I know a human when I see one. You can tell from the eyes. I trust him. This one is on our side." The woman hissed again but backed up slightly. "Go home and get your gun, Sir. Meet us on main when you have it."
Jeff nodded curtly and walked away as quickly as he could.
After that little run-in Jeff changed his mind about going to the police station and headed home as discreetly as he could, using back-alleys to cover himself, even grabbed a long metal pipe from a garbage can and carried it with him for protection.
Things continued to deteriorate. It seemed as if everyone in Star City were leaving their homes and protesting the Balazons' presence. He heard various shouts of anger against alien interference, trickery, government sellouts, and even a few more demon slurs. Many others were shouting for no reason at all--destroying property and looting for fun, since morals were but a concept of the mind.
Jeff almost made it home when a band of malcontents rushed into his alley; police cars soon closed off both ends. Almost immediately, a barrage of light rained down on their heads, and bodies began to drop. Jeff tried to duck behind some garbage cans but a bolt of light struck him. Every inch of his body started to tingle. Then he lost consciousness.
Author's parable explanation(s)This chapter has various levels of both literal and symbolic meaning. A literal open contact would probably cause some chaos for a time, but mostly Jeff represents an awakening mind to what on earth is happening, and as such, he goes into seclusion for a time (represented by the park), as we all do, as we all must, to connect to truth within. Go within or go without, is a mantra I live by now. Outwards research to confirm your suspicions, books, videos, etc… are all important to do, from an eclectic variety of sources, to contemplate and start connecting the dots to make sense of what on earth is happening. However, outwards research still only has benefit IF it resonates within, so go within or go without, is still valid. My summary site, if it helps my readers, can be accessed through the Red Pill and Blue Pill choice. I hope you choose the red. :-)
Jeff contemplates some deep philosophy, representing the inevitable rabbit hole everybody must navigate, sooner or later, to fully awaken the awakening mind to what on earth is happening. This brief scene of Jeff’s contemplation in the park can represent many years of subconscious awakening; the more conscious awakening mind’s search for truth, which in reality is a process, typically takes months or years, once a person fully engages.
Jeff’s earlier experience with a cult, helps keep him grounded in some healthy doubt and skepticism, but he has not yet realized, ALL governments and ALL countries are cult entities, ruled by the “global cult”, as David Icke likes to say. I am not sure if Icke would fully agree that ALL governments are illegitimate, but that is my opinion, and Mark Passio’s as well, who has interviewed Icke.
Any country is said to have a certain “culture”, which really means cult-you-are, which is phonetically how the subconscious mind receives the word, which causes cognitive dissonance to keep you in mind control, because we are also told cults are bad. Nobody wants to admit to being mind-controlled by a cult, so denial is the conditioned response, but anybody who believes government is legitimate IS under mind control, IMO. People run away in their minds, and don’t want to think about this truth, which helps the global cult bring about their manipulated war between Muslims nations and the so-called Christian nations over Israel and Jerusalem. That is what their long-term script calls for, and the C-19 insanity is sort of like just breaking the first seal of the book of Revelation.
Being part of ANY group-think organization with a hierarchy structure, which ALL corporations and/or countries operate within this framework, is a CULT! Because when push comes to shove, over something you feel strongly about, the communist inner core leaders will kick you out of the group. Comply or voluntarily leave, or be forced out, are the only practical solutions to conflict within any cult group-think. Being part of any such group, which pretty much all groups are to various degrees, makes you part of a cult. If people knew how to handle conflict correctly, there could be freedom within groups, but the global cult does NOT want people to learn how to do this, but rather want to condition people to surrender their free thinking ability and sovereign rights to the group, in order to be part of the group. Survival in this world depends on participation in groups, so it becomes rather difficult to be an individual and not be absorbed in Borg collectives.
Jeff’s little run-in at the park with the philosophically-challenged rapist, represents the deep seated fear that total freedom will cause the traditional form of anarchy. True anarchy simply means NO slaves and NO masters. As I mentioned in previous chapter discussions, this untested idea of total freedom did not last long in 1776, after the 1776 American revolution. It is my opinion that the globalists manipulated America into existence, because they knew the time for outward tyranny in form of brutal feudalism monarchies was coming to an end. People needed the illusion of partial freedom, so the Satanic globalists went into hiding behind so-called free choice demicrazies (ie democracies are half crazy, because even if they worked, which they don’t, demicrazies are merely dictatorships of the majority over the rest of the population).
The United States started out as a democratic republic, but any country can call themselves that. North Korea is technically a democratic republic as well. What is the real difference between North Korea and America these days, in either theory or practice? I say NO difference at all, except one: excellent propaganda and manipulation of the American masses, and good ability to censor and hide the atrocities, which remain pretty hidden. Atrocities like MKULTRA, which are admitted by the American government, somehow get swept under the rug and forgotten. There should have been mass uproar then and total re-evaluation of the entire system, but since there was not, God allows totalitarian tip-toe to bring us to where we are at now.
If the attempted worldwide Coviet Union takeover is successful, even this CIA report admitting to MKULTRA will be deleted from any records, history will be re-written, and future generations will grow up thinking terrible plagues killed 95% of the earth, starting in 2020. This will require constant gene editing mRNA vaccines to “keep everybody safe” (ie continue to manipulate and experiment on people), in this fictional future (currently), which may become the literal future rather fast. Any who die in this future, will be declared to have died from latent plague genes from that terrible period, which requires constant upgraded vaccines to keep ahead of new mutating viruses. Unfortunately many will still die in this future society due to “viruses” (which DON’T exist as Dr. McCullough indirectly admits), but the one-world government will be said to be doing the best they can, just as they are now. Yeah, right.
If people think the globalist rulers are not expert at mass manipulation, then I suggest read this pdf that proves JFK was born into the “elite” ruling families, yet was still assassinated. How many Americans know that? Did Kennedy eventually get a conscience and defect from the New World Order enslavement plan? Apparently, some do switch sides, now and then. We can speculate motivations, but none can deny Kennedy was assassinated by the CIA, which is admitted now.
Anyway, I am ranting a little too much, IMHO. I know most people assume we need the violence of government to keep the violent under control, an oxymoron, if there ever was one. I used to think that way, but I now realize the idea has never been fully tested or allowed to grow, in modern society. Thousands of years of empire building has brainwashed the collective subconscious to think there is NO other way humans can co-exist. I find some, even in the freedom community, who try to justify “government authority” as something everybody needs it. No, low consciousness people may need that, but I don’t. Many agree with me these days, and the dominoes may yet fall, in a mass awakening that can’t be stopped, to bring about worldwide freedom …… once the appropriate number of people are “purified”.
Jeff gets captured by futuristic “light” bolt weapons, which symbolically represents the back and forth process of awakening. The government hits us with “light” (ie truths) sometimes too, which can subjugate our minds for a time. But Jeff’s true and full awakening is yet to come, and I suspect the same is true for the world’s masses.