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These springs are all over the place. Find one. Have a drink. This is Aquarius, the age of the water bearer and the Star... wisdoms from the Heavens are showered upon the unsuspecting human race in all their variations.

Be what you are, it was on purpose you know.

Every branch on this tree of life does serve a purpose in the order of things, in this great wheel of life.

When the coming of the White hits this place like a frieght train where will you be?

Many are busting their balls to bring this great work to fruition and they are on the rise all the time. Those that oppose this new age and the growth are not going to be having a very good time.

My council is to simply go with it.

Better that way.

Everyone is going to get well.

And all manner of things shall be made well.

When enough voices cry out against the madness there is a response hardwired into the true hearted.

Some of us strap on our dread weapons and hunt the things impeding our shit.

Some put out fires... some build sea walls.

Either way... people of the Earth, this is one is for you.

There are some intruders among you as you may have suspected. They like to sow mistrust and develop malevolent technologies...

We know them from other places and have even been looking at them sideways.

They know us as well... and fear us for good reason. It is a common thought I direct out these days... 'Who are you and what are you doing on my planet?'

Even those of you that are on the top of food chain here fall under certain protections.

Me and mine have a list of things that need sorting and as we check them off, you will see a difference.

Those of you that are in league with these outsiders must relent.

Too many losses have already been taken and there are things coming that will need you to be at full strength and unified.

Seperate targets or a wall of spears?

I'll take the wall of spears everytime.

You cannot believe these things naturally. That the herds are being lulled and fed on by things not from here?

Naturally.

That what they have to trade is but poisonous technologies... that have ruined their own world. So in exchange for the permission to do their thing here, the wicked have their ruinous weapons and ways of distracting the watchmen from their posts, shepards to base distractions and so on.

The Sentinels have never wavered though and you got to hand it to them. They have borne the brunt of the battle for quite some time, often having to go underground in the face of such dark forces operating without sanction or restraint.

Now with Line reinforcement a new day dawns for those who have long gone it alone. We travel the same Lines and it is only a matter of time before we put our heads together and figure out a way of ripping down what has been built by the nastier things.

We work quietly most of the times.

Sometimes it's a loud kind of quiet.

Who thinks they can fuck around with those that the Maker loves and get away with it?

Something of a crazy situation here... so many little groups all in huddled camps... look up and see smoke signals... fires in the sky.

Think this would go on forever?

Many of the people here have traded their souls for the short pay out, the lazyman's way. Conscripts for Hell's army?

Everyone has their idea of what they want out of life and all peoples are seen with love through the eyes of the Maker.

Slavers however...

a different view is taken on this. Free will is a sacred thing to us, to the angels... to the Throne itself. Without freewill, there would be no game and that is the whole point.

We want freedom... for everyone. It allows things to grow, wisdoms to be shared and fun to be had.

What would life be without fun?

When Moses demanded of Pharoah to let his people go, remember what befell Egypt? That kick in the nuts has taken Egypt forever to recover from.

Democracy and Islam... I imagine it had to happen sooner or later so they can feed their people, to remember their heritage and become great again.

See what happens when the nets are torn down?

Ideas bloom, happiness results. What has been hoarded up by the few shall become irrelevant in time. As before, the stiff necked shall be brought low, regardless of what they are in league with.

As above, so below.

Consider this.

We are everywhere now.

Doing our thing. Removals continue. Try not to worry.

This has been done... most recently at a VA facility in Las Vegas.

Low men grinning through their masks and taking vial after vial of blood from me was almost laughable. They tell me 'You are special' as they do this.

I shrug.

I know this.

I know I am not like the others and never have been... I've been freaking them right the fuck out since forever.

The sun rises there by Nellis AFB and I awake to find their tactic... to refuse all medication to a man who has Bipolar 1 that is going critical.

They wish to tempt me to violence so that they may have an accident with me in their care.

Unfortunatley for them, they have no idea what they are dealing with, only that it is powerful and it threatens the status quo. They did not know the nature of the creature with which they thought was so easily outsmarted.

Soooo... I AMA and out into the wilds of Las Vegas I go. Only this now I am fully catalysting and pissed off. What was dragged from the sky using the energy of a frisky downtown crowd and smote into the pavement shall be unnamed here.

The whole affair was a blur.

I remember seeing Iggy Pop in some casino bar, wolfing down food from Macdonalds to make up for lost energies, speaking with a man that was haunted by ufo sightings... having my zippo engraved while waiting for the heavy to home in on me and come to the battle.

So I walked until the dawn, bone tired, passing on the offer of the whores.

So ends a great moment in the course of an ongoing secret war... one of many.

The thing I brought down even pursued me back to Arizona, taking on a form with what energy I had left it.

A sunspider...

I caught it with my hat and fed the hateful thing to death with the many crickets found in the backyards. Its jaws never stopped gnashing until it died.

I buried this thing with utmost respect in the planter. YES... it gets weird.

Not long after that, another was attracted, seeking vengeance for its friend...this one was expected and a massive ambush from a Seraphic Host hiding in the clouds above Lake Havasu city took care of it nicely.

Thunder rolled and the rain came in Havasu... and that NEVER happens according to residents. The lessons were learned.

This is the one you do not fuck with.

The thing about this kind of thing is that there are no medals or parades... passing tests simply means you get to live.

This is a very old deal I have made with the powers that be, and I imagine there are some selfish reasons why I picked this crazy path.

What I know is the real treasure.

I am wealthy, not rich.

That I can bow my head at my vanquished foes in respect to them for helping me become a better man... to come closer to this thing that is humanity.

Step by step I get closer all the time.

Before you know it I shall be among you... and you will hear my songs and I shall hear yours.

Be of good cheer.

Shit is getting sorted out.

Not with preachers that are banging their secretaries or peophile priests, but true menofwarsmen... Linewalkers, Sentinels...

The councils will see the work and have no choice but to put aside the status quo and join in the elevation into the new age.

There is much better waiting for you. I have seen it. I have also seen the troubles you may encounter.

I am a friend to all friendly.

I am benevolent because that is like armor.

I am also a terrifying horrific thing...

Whatever is needed.

I tried to return home... and was restrained so you are all stuck with my silly ass... and yes, I am quite silly.

I am also waiting.

Those of you that give a shit, wait with me.

Those of you who don't, you are free to walk in front of buses all you like.

Gabriel will give you a Qur'an... or a savior.

Michael will level a church filled with hypocrites with such precision that the innocent are spared death. He will call on his brother Uriel to blind everyone and knock them senseless.

He will marshall the Lord of the Air to possess hundreds and vanish in a few minutes of unrestrained mayhem.

He would bring it all crashing to a halt, his mighty shout enough to EMP everything in 20 mile radius so people stop and take notice.

He points and all Line moves to hold.

We under him and the Throne behind him in all its unfathomable glory, the light of Lucifer burning the hides from fell creatures. Great Lord Leviathan showing just what it means to oppose and despoil the seas.

When they work, things get done in a hurry... time and space for them is different for them than it is for us poor schmucks slogging through a corporeal existance.

We are beholden to them and no agency of man.

They are also beholden to us.

It's a Perfect Circle (Love that Band) and spins faster and faster, creating pure energy at the center. Those that have impeded this wheel no longer can restrain it and are torn asunder when they try now.

Like that?

Survival of the fittest is bullshit... it is survival of those who can roll with the changes. Rock and Roll me hearties.

We have worked with Gabriel while the princes of Heaven were in direct contention. As messengers, prophets, warlords, even Messiahs.

We have had to take abuse upon abuse during the course of this kind of work. We bring good news and are always greeted with the same old arrogance. So we move on and all hell follows in our wake.

There is nothing more horrible than a war angel that is 'on the clock'

Even the most powerful demons wet themselves at the sight of these dread things. Their lines break when the song hits them and they fly like leaves. Then they wade in smashing and cleaving and singing until none remain.

Something to be said about the angels that could be divinities themselves should they choose to be. We followed their example a very long time ago becoming not gods but something better, something that lasts.

When we were tasked to get even closer and come through human mothers more and more, our wisdom of the human animal increased a thousandfold.

Naturally we added all we learned to the Akashic Archives and to our own.

There has been some changes though.

Even Lucifer has admitted his error and he and Michael are looking at each other without weapons drawn. So the lost third of the host is back... lovely.

Michael has taken control of the development of mankind and he does not fuck around. Since Lucifer knows them better than anyone, it's almost like a tandem thing. He is the oldest of them all.

I do love it when a plan comes together.

There should be less fucking around now.

More healing, retrieving the lost and so on.

I am glad for this because life under Gabriel's gentle policies was a long season in hell.

Humanity is not a gentle race.

You are very much like us.

We like to work and fight and fuck.

Well kiddies, my task for you is for you to find your song.... each soul has one. Find it and sing it. This is how my people pray. We sing... and not that mindless bleating you hear in churches but clear songs filled with sorrow and hope and dreams.

Sometimes we just howl...

We have waited forever and a day for this.

Our tears are your rain.

Along the watchtowers.

Another one gone.

So we send the First to sneak and peek and prowl and growl and shoot and loot.

Why is it every time I make a friend they up and die on me?

STOP IT!

Isolate me at your peril. You are only baiting the DESTROYER.

I know that some of you want this.

Tough shit.

I'm a friggin monolith of faith that moves for NOTHING. Go ahead, launch at me and watch the shit get stopped.

We've been through this. Killing me only pisses me off. You are going to have a job of it this time. The time to do it was when I was a squirt but even then I was hidden.

I am fully awake and aware now.

Your glamours are pierced easily by truesight.

So this is your great plan? The banks?

You must be joking. Money burns... and so do people for that matter.

In the Navy we called em screaming alphas after the class of fire type.

I'm missing a friend and there will be squads out to put the wrath of God up some people's asses just on general principle.

Have fun.

Oh, welcome back Master Aracon. This place lacks color without you in it.

As for the task of beating my head against the walls that people build around their hearts... it typically takes ONE HIT.

I am a Cardinal Aries after all and my soul just happens to be on fire... so a flaming battering ram is simply too much for the pathetic attempts most make to hide from truth.

Think of the spiritual essence of the core, the heart as something that is indestructable and shining with many strange symbols.

This cannot be destroyed, but it can be enslaved, coated with years of gunk and other shit, so the symbols and their meaning are lost.

Not all prisoners are in jail mind you. Most are walking around, sweating the bills and other mundane crap.

Diverted from the glory of what they are.

Only on rare occasions do I actually have to run full speed at someone. Typically a brush of an unseen wing does it.

I have six of them mind you.

Seen only by those in severely altered states, felt by all. Since it is something they cannot explain nor define, there is not much fuss, they just know they feel much better.

Some get ideas, some get hope... I get to eat the gunk or turn it into fertilizer for the Earth who needs the raw materials to heal the damage done by the despoilers.

Until my hunter/killer brothers and sisters get them to stop what they are doing that is.

They will kill until none remain and their skill is great, honed by ages of warfare.

Earth shall see what warfare really looks like.

That they are working discretely is all part of an old promise made to a man who had just come off a cross.

Otherwise we would come in from the skies and subjugate your asses. We follow a standard set very high by something we have always loved more than our life.

To be among you is a dangerous business and yes we have taken losses but they are not permanent. We shall see their eyes again soon enough.

Free will is as just as sacred there as it is here.

We are not the type to hang about strumming harps while our loved ones are still fighting here.

You do not have to be crazy to work a job like this, but it really helps.

Oppose the will of the divine all you like... hell, I encourage it. I want to see SOMETHING from you apathetic jabronies.

Earth is a proving ground among other things and owes you nothing. It is you that comes in owing a death like everyone else. It is you that must give back to your mother to maintain a balance lest she rebel against you and kill you in great numbers.

It is up to you to help each other through training evolutions. Failure means death.

Pretty simple huh?

It is up to you to DO something to improve shit.

I do this at every opportunity.

I have put my very soul in the path of great things that would own your candy asses in the past and will most likely do so again.

I am stubborn.

Why? My nature? My character?

My training?

I imagine it is a combination of all these things. There is a reason why I keep my own council most of the time. Hell, for 20 years I minded my own damn business, dealing with the outsiders every five years, picking up the pieces afterwards.

I worked a few different jobs after the Navy... restaurants, groundskeeping, being a tree surgeon, tarot reader, fiend hunter... before the government decided to pay all my bills.

I drank alot of beer, played a lot of violent video games, awaiting the CALL that always comes.

I have continued to write our early histories, to draw... to show whoever what our people are like, our allies, and the secrets we have learned.

These are things an emissary does.

As I was commanded to break my silence and get my ass out of the outer darkness last Summer.

So here I stand before you, no apologies and no fucking regrets.

I am a DESTROYER above destroyers but this too is simply service to something greater than myself. I came from this Throne and will eventually return to it, make my damn reports and go the fuck home.

Not that I'm not a tool already. They look through me all the time, feeling as I do. I keep the channels open so understanding may be reached.

Yes, we Linewalkers ARE the damn buffer between God and his angels and humanity at large.

Oh, those of you out there calling angels demons are in trouble.

Things change.

That they do not like you is that you have choked them with your foul deeds for a very long time and hurt them and spit at them while they had to take it.

Chains are sundered so watch your mouth.

They can come and go as they wish now. We have all learned much. Part of the training is pain.

The Throne used it quite well.

Continues to do so.

I do love you but will drag you through the mud and the blood to make you better. I will destroy your egos so something better can be built.

Humans....

I will treat you all the same.

But again... I got my favorites.

You weirdos out there, you have many champions. You crazy folk, you got fans... and bodyguards.

Oh, I'm not sacrificing shit. We do no give an inch to assholes or haters. Compromise? We've been there for 2000 + years.

Done with that.

To me my beloved Line.

KORD

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Isis101
06:09 Aug 12 2011

"Not all prisoners are in jail mind you. Most are walking around, sweating the bills and other mundane crap."



Yes...I'm one of those prisoners.

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The Taliban has pulled one right out of their asses... same tactic as Operation Redwing back in 05. 22 SEALs all at once.

There will be blood.

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Oceanne
01:46 Aug 08 2011

what?

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xBriareiosx
04:09 Aug 08 2011

there were 31 US casulties, only a dozen or so were members of the seal team that took out bin laden... but the ones that actually killed him where not in the chopper. Just thought I would add to that.

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There was a time when there were Orders of Knights, Soldiers of the Faith of all shapes and sizes all over this planet.

What I see now is pretty pathetic.

Discordia has infiltrated you to the gills, split you into lots of little camps that are at each other's throats for silly reasons. Turf, riches, the illusion of power. You are like dogs with scraps.

Reminds me of when the Great Race of Yith encouraged you to build Bable.

There is hope growing through.

I have looked around and noticed that there is a Jedi Order growing among you. Jedi? Here?

I imagine if you can dream of them you can become them with enough hard work.

Like the great knights of the Order of the Dragon than terrified the Ottoman Empire, there is something in you that will not be dominated... but as you are now...

You are ripe for conquest.

I hope you find this insulting.

hope that it makes you angry.

That it turns your attention to me, your emissary.

In a world where the faithful are killing the faithful at the behest of the hidden, I hope someone has the balls to get upset.

I was put here to help you and the hell of it is that you have spent the last 41 years making me an oursider that doesn't like you very much.

I identify more with the angels than I do you. As for my own, well, they are all over.

Infiltrating the infiltrators.

I am not fallen. I came here to do a job though I'm probably going to hate myself when it's all over.

Now this is but one small world and getting smaller all the time. If you cannot manage one small world without killing it, how can you be trusted to expand beyond it?

Whose grand idea was it to split the atom?

That shit did not originate from here.

What is among you is so stupid and nasty they do not even have a homeworld left thanks to their destructive ways.

Whose great idea was it to get into bed with them?

They can kill you with focused intentions and do not think as you do. Shall this be a secret war with lots of 'training accidents?'

If you have been following my journals, I have warned you of the price of pride.

It may have been just a few of you that started this technology sharing, but everyone is going to pay.

How many of you are eating each other at the behest of the hidden?

Yes we know all about it.

A little bird with a big assed sword told me.

For now it is a waiting game... powers above my paygrade are deliberating. If they want to get old testament on the place I can see no reason why they shouldn't... actually, come to think of it, shit HAS been going down.

Too busy to notice or does something MAKE you not notice?

Don't want to be involved?

Tough shit. You live on Earth, you ARE involved.

When the mind-control nets come down, what then?

I imagine alot of you are going to be quite upset. Try not to kill each other in the streets. Count to 10 a few times. S L O W L Y....

The business of being a human being, even if you have convinced yourself you are a monster, is constant maintenance.

Discretion is the better part of doing what you want when you want.

There are a few rules just to remind you.

I'll boil all the commandments down to just ONE

Thou shalt not STEAL.

Covers it all pretty much. Steal not lives, wives, servants of the Throne, etc and so forth.

Working for what you have is always best.

There is no honor among thieves afterall.

I'm looking at my watch... the only way I am reminded what the date is.... (Navy put me on permanent vacation in 1991)

August 2nd, 2011....

Tick tock tick tock

Do I get to howl at the moon with only the spiritual echoes of those like me, scattered all over the globe until 2012?

Holding the lines... walking the perimeters... waiting, watching, a grey shadow in a formless mist.

At least I am smiling more now.

They call this sickness.

Alright... I'll play along and take their pills... it is still not going away. Dreams of home and comfort... in a place not like this.

A place that is not a liar's world.

The star is given a spin... inversion... victory of matter over spirit? Not on my watch.

Remember what I said about slavers of any kind?

This includes those that would enslave the children of Lilith for their selfish needs.

You are the race of Arra... point goes UP. If you wish to serve in hell's army, that can be arranged.

Mind the lines... we are prowling them. This is why we are called Linewalkers.

We love forever, so in essence, we ARE forever... and we would love it if you came with us.

So... who is left? Hard men of Allah? Soldiers of Christ? The Templars that were not corrupted?

Oh, and girls are more than welcome. This is your world as well and in my experience, women tend to be faster on the uptake and more savage on the field.

I had to ask.

Me and mine will do what we do with or without support. We were designed that way.

Well, that's what I got. If you present a united front then some shit can be headed off before it gets out of control... if not... well too bad for you.

I'd have my hat in my hand if I was wearing it but so much for politeness.

The line of Michael is not known for a lot of politeness... but I am learning.

Respect and love to you all that are doing right by each other.

As for the shitheads, you are being watched. Payback comes fast in the new age.

Eat shit and live for the after taste.

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Oceanne
02:29 Aug 03 2011

Payback IS coming back.And its gonna be a bitch.

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yuppafubara
21:26 Aug 03 2011

No, my friend, it's going to be a virgin... a bitch is EASY.

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Grayangel
04:32 Aug 08 2011

Ye who walks down a blinded path of self deciet is nothing but a shadow of useless waste of nothingness or part of the void of hopelessness.



Get off the "Its all about me" shit and open your eyes to whats going on in this world people. We are not alone and never have been. Stand up for what you believe in and most of all love one another for the beautiful gifts you all truely are.



Thank you my brother for being a true gift and for the giudance you teach

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