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thescatterbrainedwriter · 4 years ago

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Your Stupid Smile

Word count: ~6,100

Pairings: oc x canon

Warnings: fluff and shenanigans

Sup! I’m actually running out of stories to post. Didn’t think this through too well. Curses to writers block and the fact I write long stories. Even so, do hope you enjoy! 🥔🎨

**Note, Emily is my personal character. I just like to stick her places. I also still have no idea how to do a ‘short click for full’ post.

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Irritating, simply irritating. Everyone was having a good time, sure, but Nash was having a hard time joining in on the fun. Every time he got close to truly relaxing and enjoying the company around him, he would hear it, that laugh. Of course, once he heard the laugh he had to see where it originated from, and it was always the same face. That stupid face and that stupid smile. He couldn’t stand that smile, and he didn’t want to admit to himself the reason why it bothered him so much.

The team was in the lounge enjoying the company of each other after a long day. Cisco was telling a story, Barry and Iris adding tidbits here and there, and the more elaborate and ridiculous it became the more laughs rang out. By the end of it everyone was rolling and roaring with laughter which only intensified after a stray loud squeak sounded. Emily covered her mouth in embarrassment before folding over the bar counter in laughter again. “I’m sorry!” She breathed trying to apologize between laughs. “I don’t know where that came from!” She covered her face in an attempt to wipe away the tears now rolling down her rosy face. “Oh no, my face sprung a leak!” Everyone continued giggling and Ralph stretched his hand over to her to deliver a tissue. She took it with a mousy thanks wiping her face. Nash was trying his hardest to keep from looking at her, he already made the mistake of just glancing over and he scowled to himself about the flush slowly spreading up his neck.

“Hey Estrata,” Cisco called after composing himself a degree. “You got any stories to share?”

“Yeah,” Ralph agreed. “You almost never share anything. Think you could drop the mysterious facade for a night?” Emily had one arm draped over her head and held her cheek with her other hand as she thought. “Hmmm..... I dunno,” she teased. “I’m not exactly good at sharing, things about me anyway.”

“There’s room for only one queen of ice,” Frost defended. “Quit giving the cold shoulder and fess up would ya?” Emily gave a growly sigh as she seriously considered the plethora of things buried within. “Ok fine,” she relented. “You make a good case, and Ralph has a point. I’m just, I’m really hesitant to share much. Seeing as I could find myself stranded somewhere else, it gets tiresome re-explaining.” Everyone gets quiet and Emily scratches her head realizing she killed the mood a little. “Eh, I think I have a solution though. Tell me,” she smiled. “What you wanna know? Besiiiides, my name,” she cut Ralph off before he could ask. Everyone chuckled and Nash just smirked.

Frost stared her down thinking intently, Emily actually got nervous with the holes being drilled into her soul with the stare, before she decided on a question. “You don’t look like the type to, but are obviously capable of, doing some not so desirable things. So have you?”

Emily squinted at her before straightening her back and clearing her throat. “Just, just gettin riiiiiiight into it huh?”

“I don’t make a habit of pussyfooting around,” Frost dismissed smirking. Emily patted her cheeks trying to think of a good story to tell while everyone turned 100% of their attention to her, excitedly waiting for whatever secret would come up. “Ok, ok, I got one,” she said smiling. “Believe it or not, but, I’ve had to break out of area 51.”

“You were taken to area 51?!” Barry asked shocked. “How? Why??” Emily flashed another, albeit awkward, smile. “Well, I am a wanted woman back where I come from.”

“Wanted huh?” Frost asked somewhat impressed. “What’d you do to earn that target on your back?”

“Exist,” she said plainly. “What I am, is a very valued product to a group of people. I’m one of a handful, if not the only person, with my genetic makeup.” She sighed making everyone become glum. “They really wanted to study me, poke and prod and see how they could use me and duplicate what I am.”

“Estrata, I didn’t—“ Frost started before Emily waved dismissively. “No, no, it’s fine,” she assured with a smile. “After learning that I decided to make myself the biggest most obnoxious target ever,” she waved her hands in front of her to illustrate as she giggled reminiscing. “I thought to myself, that if they wanted me that badly they’re gonna have to work for it. So I made it my mission to piss them off and kick their collective ass,” she flashed a big smile. “Besides, if they’re busy chasing me and my friends, they can’t go looking for anyone else.”

“Guess that explains all the injuries Caitlyn found,” Frost commented thoughtfully. “And the fact you gave Dr. Wells such a hard time about just coming to the lab in the beginning.”

“Yup! Broken ribs, arms, legs, fractured skull and fingers, I’ve had my stomach punctured straight through at least twice, and my shoulder. Think that one actually broke my shoulder blade to be honest.....” Emily rambled.

“Jeeze....” Ralph said stunned.

“And that’s not counting their penchant for causing neurological damage with all variations for shock collars and tasers,” she listed with a smirk. “I really shouldn’t be smiling but honestly, they’re some serious badges of honor so why not?” They all softened their faces though she could tell they still felt bad. “So anyway, “ she continued, “there I am in the bowels of area 51, strapped to a chair in some interrogation room when two guys in suits come in.” Everyone changed their tune as she gets back into the story, Nash admiring her resourcefulness and determination. As she rambled and gesticulated enhancing the story with her hands, complete with illusions and little animations, Nash couldn’t help but stare even when she smiled bright. Cisco noticed his staring and bumped his arm jostling him enough to break his gaze. He wiggled his eyebrows causing Nash to grumble and avert his gaze from everyone but still listened attentively.

“Soooo, there’s a whole facility underneath?” Barry asked once she finished. “And what we all think is area 51 is just a cover?” Emily nods with a smile. “There’s quite a lot buried underneath. I think the whole desert lot actually.”

“And no one knows about it?” Ralph asked.

“Lots of people know, but the government makes them seem crazy. That’s one of the reasons I didn’t like Eiling all that much, reminded me too much of them.”

“So this, Quazar, or Quinton, was there too?” Frost asked. “Why was he there again?”

Emily paused trying to formulate the sentence as coherently and short as possible without rambling again. “He was the one who gave me my powers. Well, not really gave but, reactivated dormant genes so I could do what I do. It’s how I got the monicker ‘half breed’.” She drifted off in her memories. “We grew close, and I must admit I didn’t handle learning he was an alien well but. We protected each other, and came to care a lot about each other.” She smiled thoughtfully. “He’s my anchor to home. Him and Oliver and Flaer and Jimmy.” Bringing herself back to the present she cleared her throat. “He was there for leverage I guess. Most likely for added study being a pure blood. As long as he was there I would be too, even if I got out I would come back to try and get him out. So I just broke him out right away and messed up their plans.” She flashed a smile lightening the mood of the room.

“Boy, you are just full of mysteries aren’t you?” Ralph asked with a smirk.

“Eeeyup! And I am 100% telling the truth too. I also gave yooouuuu..... three mysteries? Three mysteries an explanation,” she said standing with a stretch. “No more.”

“Just, one more question?” Cisco asked. “Do you miss him? Quinton?”

Emily paused looking at him. “Well yeah, ‘course I do. I get homesick sometimes. I miss everyone back home.” She sighed deeply as her mind wandered a bit. “Sometimes, my relay picks up messages he sends. Takes quite a long time to decompress the file because of barriers and reality changes but, he asks me how I’m doing, gives me updates on what’s going on, tells me to hurry home. But....” She rubs her cheek thinking. “He said..... he said if I ever get stuck somewhere, not to worry about them back home. He would keep everyone safe, and that he wanted me to be happy wherever I landed.” She smiled softly. “So... so I try. I try real hard, to be happy. And make other people happy. And, I guess I do a pretty good job.”

“You do,” Nash commented without thinking. Everyone turned their attention to him, Emily raising an eyebrow and smiling softly. “Huh?” Nash cleared his throat averting his gaze. “I-I mean I’ve noticed, that, everyone enjoys your—your company and. And they, like, having you around.”

“That include you?” She asked. Nash snaps his head to her and makes eye contact, his words momentarily caught in his throat as he begins to panic having been put on the spot. “Speak,” Harry says manifesting beside him. “You need to speak, say something.”

“I mean yeah, I guess,” Nash coughs out. “I certainly don’t find you all that annoying anyway.”

“Probably not the right response....” Harry comments.

Emily frowns a little. “Hmm, well I suppose that’s something.” Nash turns away from her again, Emily cocked an eyebrow noticing his ears turning rather red. She was sure he felt them burning but decided not to press him further.

“She noticed that you know,” Sherloque said manifesting by the bar behind her. Nash looked at him curiously. “What?” He asked.

“I didn’t say anything,” Emily responded taking her seat at the bar again. “Oh, sorry,” Nash apologized. “Thought I heard something. Guess it was nothing more than an auditory hallucination or something.”

“She’s not as oblivious as you think she is,” Sherloque continued. “I guarantee she already knows how you feel, and is just waiting on you to do something about it.” Nash turned away from the bar trying to ignore him, in addition to keep his flush from getting worse. He didn’t want to acknowledge it but it was rather difficult to keep from staring at her or subconsciously follow her around. He grumbled to himself trying to get his mind on something—anything—else. Cisco noticed and smiled mischievously having gotten an idea. “Hey, I remember you saying you attended a spontaneous karaoke session with Harry at one point,” he started. “Think you could sing something?”

“Wait, you sing?” Ralph asked in surprise.

“As a..... hobby.....” Emily said shyly. “I don’t really.... sing in— in public. Much....”

“Why not?” Barry asked. “Caitlyn said I sing pretty well and I never sing in public.”

“She gets carried away,” Nash says still not looking at her. “Least that’s what Harry said. Though, I’m not sure if it’s her or the crowd she sings in front of.”

“It’s, uh, it’s a little of both....” Emily half confirmed.

“How’s that?” Ralph asks intrigued.

“Uhhmmmm.... well.....” Emily fidgets a little. “I’m a bit on the theatrical side. I like my special effects, people like seeing all the flashy stuff and, well, I can get lost in the music. Sometimes.”

“All the time,” Harry comments. “Tell her to sing So Soft by that Carrie woman.”

“Why So Soft?” Nash asks out loud. Emily stiffens and blushes slightly. “What?” she squeaks. Harry smirks. “That’s why.” Nash looks over at her, smile threatening to crack onto his face as she sat there with her cheeks slowly getting rosy. Cisco notices her posture change as well and smiles wide. “I think we may have a winner for song choice.”

“Nu-no, not that,” Emily stammers. GP flies over to her whirring what seemed like a suggestion which only served to make Emily beat red. “I am NOT singing that one!” She near yells. “You should know better than to suggest that.” The drone whirrs again. “That one’s worse, no!”

“I kinda like the idea of worse,” Ralph teases. “What was suggested anyway?” Emily casts her gaze down making her hands into fits and pressing them into her knees. “GP always try to suggest two songs he knows will make me uncomfortable,” she explains. “They’re...... uhm..... they’re.....” Emily pauses before rolling her head and deciding to just get it over with. “They’re called ‘Do You Think I’m Sexy’ and...... ‘Sex bomb’......”

Everyone’s interest had been piqued with Cisco and Nash both staring at her with raised eyebrows. Emily covered her face in embarrassment floating above her seat a little. “I shouldn’t have said anything,” she near whines. “What about Talking Body?” GP whirrs in intelligible english tones. “Preferred over those, but still no.” Emily responds still red in the face. “No, I.... hmm.... I think I... h-have one. It’s called Collide.” Emily straightened her posture and cleared her throat. “Oh this is embarrassing......” she muttered under her breath after a pause and cringing. Taking a breath to calm herself she began, GP providing the background music.

*Lately, I feel like I’m pushing you away*

*Acting moody for no reason*

*And even though you know I'm always gonna stay*

*I've been talking like I'm leaving*

*I don't know why I keep playing these dumb games*

*Love is not a competition*

*And no one's winning when I'm pushing you away*

*Sometimes darkness is a prison*

The lights seem to dim a little before returning to the normal ambient light. Taking a breath to steady her nerves further, Emily continues.

* Turn the lights on, honey, honey, I don't wanna hide*

*Turn the lights on, honey, I'm surrendering tonight*

*Although I'm not perfect, I feel perfect in your eyes*

*Turn the lights on, honey, I don't really wanna hide, not tonight*

*Come and crash into me 'cause I want us to collide*

*Collide, collide, collide*

Emily smiles becoming more relaxed even beginning to move in rhythm with the music and providing small effects such as orbs of lights and dimming the actual lights at times.

*Look into my eyes and tell me we're okay*

*And we both can be forgiven*

*Kiss me gently, say the things you wanna say*

*You don't need to ask permission*

*I'm a stormy ocean, but you're steady*

*And I'm a commotion, but you get me*

*Too many emotions, but you let me*

*Let me blossom in the dark*

The lights dim and brighten to the beat of the song, the orbs of light change color and seem to twinkle and multiply. Emily smiles wide as she sings and looks around in amusement at the display going on. Everyone else is distracted by the lights but Nash was fixated on Emily. He smiled as she smiles happier than he’s ever seen feeling as though this was her unfiltered.

*Turn the lights on, honey, honey, I don't wanna hide*

*Turn the lights on, honey, I'm surrendering tonight*

*Although I'm not perfect, I feel perfect in your eyes*

*Turn the lights on, honey, I don't really wanna hide, not tonight*

*Come and crash into me 'cause I want us to collide*

*Collide, collide, collide*

The lights slowly begin to dim as Emily, having decided to stand, took slow strides toward the center of the group. She begins to float the closer she gets and takes a modest cross-legged ‘seat’ in the air. Everyone looks around curiously and Nash fixates on her again.

*I'm a stormy ocean, but you're steady*

*I'm like a commotion, but you get me*

*Too many emotions, but you let me*

*Let me blossom in the dark*

Emily darkens the whole room by creating a field that prevented any light to show through. She then made it look like she was glowing, her suit had appeared, her hair was snow white with the unique holographic shine, and she still kept the rest of them in utter darkness as she continued toward the song’s end.

* Turn the lights on, honey, honey, I don't wanna hide*

*Turn the lights on, honey, I'm surrendering tonight*

Emily snaps her fingers and flicks her wrist in front of her causing an explosion of stars appear in the room making it look like they were in the deep of space. Still glowing, albeit softer, she smiles wide. Nash watches noting she seemed to feel at home in such an environment almost looking free, maybe even exited to share the wonder of the void she knew so well with people she cared for. She looked dazzling in that moment.

*Although I'm not perfect, I feel perfect in your eyes*

*Turn the lights on, honey, I don't really wanna hide, not tonight*

*Come and crash into me 'cause I want us to collide*

*Collide, collide, collide*

The room fades back to black and Emily brings the normal light back into the room gradually so as not to blind everyone. They watch in stunned silence as she takes a few steps back toward her chair, suit disappearing and hair returning to her usual red tinted brunette, and she smiled shy and awkwardly. “So.....?” she asked.

“That was—“ Nash began.

“Amazing!” Cisco interrupted causing Nash to snap out of whatever trance he fell into. Emily smiled placing a hand on her cheek as she blushed. “Hobby my ass,” Ralph scolded. “You’ve put in some serious work to sound that good.”

“I’ve, had a few years of practice,” she teased.

“Well, whatever it is you just stunned us with, I wish I had a talent like that,” Iris commends. “That was..... wow!”

“Sing something else!” Wally said enthusiastically.

“Yeah, that was great!” Joe agrees enamored.

Emily laughs waving a hand. “No no, I would be singing all night. Do you know what I would sound like tomorrow if I did that?”

“C’mon, just one more?” Frost asks surprisingly invested. Emily sighs with a reluctant smile tilting her head toward Nash a little. “Again, Harry, this is why I don’t sing in front of people.”

Nash chuckled in amusement with Harry smiling next to him. “Three. Three ‘one more’ requests that night,” he explained. “I was worried she would kill me by the end of it. If it weren’t for Jessie changing the topic when we left she may well have.” Nash looked at him curiously. “I was......responsible for two. She wasn’t enthused when I got the whole room going,” he said reminiscing. “By the way, if that wasn’t an obvious tell, I don’t know what is.” Nash’s gaze fell upon Emily again as she grumbled placing both hands on her cheeks considering indulging their requests. “No, no. It’s going to turn into karaoke night all over again if I don’t stop now,” Emily determined. “Only one tonight, but maybe another some other time,” she smiled raising a finger with a wink.

Casual conversation carried for another hour or two before Emily began to yawn, followed by a few of the others present. Half an hour after the first yawn, everyone decided to call it a night. It was well into the evening at this point and no one wanted to risk sleeping in too late. Emily stretched winding up leaning all the way back, about 90°, over the bar. She stayed like that taking a deep breath and complained about not wanting to move. “I think I’m just gonna.... sleep here. Like this. Yeah, this is comfy....”

“Thaaaat doesn’t *look* comfortable.....” Cisco commented looking confused at how she could even *do* that.

“Must not be a fellow human rubber band,” she replied grabbing her elbows keeping her arms above her head. “Being super bendy sure comes in handy.” She smiled lazily and turned her head to face the person she heard moving to her side, seemingly tripping over a chair. Her eyes met Nash’s, who’s cheeks immediately turned rosy, and lifted her head. “You ok?” She asked.

“Yeah, no. I’m f-fine,” Nash coughed out. “Stupid chair, got tangled in my feet....” He kicked it nearly getting tangled in it again.

“Yeeeesaahhh,” Emily said tiredly. “They always seem to like ankles and toes, huh? Just.... always in the way, at the worst times.” Her eyes closed again and she sighed half falling asleep right there. Nash averted his gaze awkwardly and Cisco smirked at him, Nash gave him a face instigating a silent argument between the two about him saying something before GP flew over and whistled at her waking her again. “Hmmm?” she said tiredly. GP whistled again and Emily groaned. “Nooo, don’t waaaanna move,” she said with another stretch. GP bonked her head and she sighed. “Ok, ok. Fine. I’ll go to bed.” With a huff, she pulled herself into a sitting position before hopping off her seat and heading out. Various farewells and well wishes were exchanged as they left one by one leaving Emily alone with Nash and Cisco. They stood awkwardly at the elevator door waiting for it to come back up, Cisco flicking his eyes in the direction of Emily trying to encourage Nash to say something and Nash refusing.

“Good night guys,” Emily said with a yawn when the elevator dinged. “Travel safe, ok?”

“Make sure nothing blows up, alright?” Cisco joked. She smiled tiredly. “Aww, no fun. And I was gonna try to make a star tonight.” Nash smiled recognizing a similar joke he made with Cisco. “I’ll make sure to hold down the fort,” she assured rubbing her eye as they stepped in. “I’m pretty good at keeping people out of places.” They waved as the doors closed, Nash watched as she turned, flicking her finger like you would a switch, and the lights going out one by one as she advanced down the hall. Cisco turned to face Nash with a disappointed look. “What?” Nash asked doing a double take.

“You need to tell her you like her already,” Cisco scolded.

“I don’t... like her,” Nash said attempting to brush off the accusation. “Why would you even think that?” Cisco’s face dropped unamused. “Yeah, ok. You are literally dripping in tension when you’re in the same room as her.”

“I am not!” Nash protests. “I’m chill.”

“You stare at her, you follow her, you ears get red when she looks at you.”

“I.... do not... What?” He turned to face Cisco as the doors opened. He rolled his eyes as he left, Nash close behind. “Pretty sure everyone knows. Well, maybe not Barry. But Wally does, Joe asked if you two were a thing, Iris knows....” Nash went quiet still following him. “I think Ralph may have a thing for her too but so far hasn’t had any luck.” He spun to face him and pointed a finger in his face. “Say, something. Anything. The awkward is getting unbearable.”

Nash stared at Cisco for a minute before the latter turned to leave, Nash took a long look back at the lab with a sigh. *I really should,* he thought. *But what do I say?*

——

The next day was business as usual, Emily had decided to get some practice in before everyone came in and had just finished when she passed Nash in the hall on her way to change. “Oh, hey Nash!” she greeted with a smile. Nash felt that familiar flush start to run up his neck when he saw her. He closed his eyes and muttered the only word he could think of. “Don’t...”

“Hmm?” Emily asked tilting her head to look him in the face. He opened his eyes making eye contact and used as much self control as he could muster to speak. “Don’t.... smile. At me.”

Emily paused in confusion. “What?”

“Don’t smile at me,” he repeated slowly beginning to regret his sentence choice. Emily blinked a few times just staring at him as she tried to understand. “Why...?”

“Because it’s stupid and makes me uncomfortable. And it’s annoying. Remember when I said you weren’t all that annoying? I lied. You’re more annoying than Ramon,” Nash blurted everything out before he realized what it was he was saying but fought to keep a straight face. Emily’s face was blank, shoulders dropped a little, and she stared confused at him. “Oh.... well..... ok.” She said softly. Nash felt his heart constrict in his chest. What had he done? She took a breath and looked him in the eye again, her facial features betraying hints of mischief. “Alright Nash, I’m sorry. I had no idea my smile could do that to you.” She placed a hand on his shoulder in mock concern making Nash a little suspicious. “I’m so glad you told me.”

“....You are?” Nash asked.

“Yes, yes, I am. From now on I won’t smile at you.”

“You.... won’t?”

“Nope. I’ll just smile at everyone and everything else instead,” Emily said fighting a smile. “Rest assured you’ll never see my troublesome smile again.”

“Ah...... good.....” Nash said trying to sound satisfied.

“See you later then,” Emily said before continuing on her way. Nash watched her go mildly panicking. “What just happened?” He asked no one in particular.

“You messed up, big time,” Sherloque answered from behind him. “How so?” Nash asked spinning around.

“Well, you heard her. She’ll still smile, just not at you,” Sherloque smirked. “But oh, she knows what you said wasn’t true. Not all of it anyway. She still may be a little concerned you find her annoying.”

“So, what will she do?”

“Exactly what she told you she would. Clever woman,” Sherloque mused. He smiled at Nash who still looked concerned. “She will, continue to smile, at everyone and thing other than you. And in doing so, knowing you don’t really find it uncomfortable, she will frustrate you.” He stands close to his face continuing to smile. “My, what a mess you’ve made. I do wonder how you’ll fix it.” He disappeared leaving Nash alone in the hallway again, completely and utterly uncertain about what to do now. “Oohhhh no....” he muttered to himself.

The rest of the day went on as normal, no one but Nash really noticing her slightly altered behavior though they did note he seemed a bit more frustrated than usual. She really did keep her word, taking care to never smile directly at him though that didn’t stop him from getting the smallest of glimpses. He found himself staring at her more often, and after three days he had nearly had enough.

He had found himself in the cortex, Barry was out and about as the Flash leaving Cisco, and Ralph there with him. He was tense and on edge knowing Emily could come in at any moment. He was too preoccupied to remember where she said she was going which only served to amp his anxiety. He tensed when he heard the familiar light tapping of footsteps drawing closer.

“Hey, I’m back!” A familiar voice called out. Nash refused to turn to meet her even as she walked over. She was wearing an oversized tank top, sport shorts, knee high socks and sneakers with her hair tied up. *Training,* he thought to himself. *That’s right, she wanted to practice for a while.* “Hey Cisco, Ralph. Hi Nash....” She smiled at Cisco and Ralph before dropping the facade to look at Nash. He clenched his jaw but kept his composure. “So, what are you up to?” She asked.

Cisco’s eyes darted from her face to Nash’s, before giving Ralph a look. “Not much....” he said. “Barry’s just doing his patrols, hasn’t come up with anything yet,” Ralph added walking awkwardly away.

“Hey, uh, Estrata,” Cisco called from the control desk. “Could you do me a favor?”

“Yeah sure, what’s up?” She asked cheerfully.

“The, satellites could use some maintenance. I can do general software updates from here but it’s difficult to do physical repairs. Could yoouuuu.....”

“Go check it out?” She finished for him. “My pleasure. I’ll take Tinker with me in case they need specialty parts.” She said smiling at the small drone flying into view. “Good idea. Yeah. Take.... take what ever you need and stay however long to. Fix things...” Cisco replied trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “Be back in a jiffy!” She said with a grin before dropping it to look at Nash as she walked by. “Later.” They all watched and waited for her to leave the room before the two shot daggers at Nash with glares. “What?” He asked when he turned and saw their faces.

“What do you mean ‘what’?” Cisco asked near shouting. “She has been acting weird for the last few days,” Ralph added. “I don’t .... know..... what you mean,” Nash tried to dismiss. “You said something to her, didn’t you!” Cisco accused. “What did you say?!”

“I—I.... didn’t ......” Nash stuttered trying to avoid the unwanted confrontation. They stared each other down for a while before he relented. “Alright fine. I..... I did.... say something.....” he said rubbing the back of his neck. “Probably not the.... greatest thing...... in hindsight.....”

Cisco took a few steps forward still glaring. “Spill it.”

“I.... may have told her that..... she, uh, was..... annoying.....” Nash answered sheepishly. “You.... you what?” Cisco asked in disbelief. “You said what to her!?”

“You told me to say something to her. Anything, actually,” Nash tried to defend.

“Not that! Oh my— guh...” Cisco yelled throwing his hands in the air. Nash scratched his head like a child might when in trouble, being under all that scrutiny made his scalp really itchy. Ralph just stood there shaking his head. “You messed up, so bad,” he said.

“You don’t think I know?” Nash snapped back. “I got a lecture from a Wells as soon as she walked away!”

“You need to fix this,” Cisco said pointing again.

“How, Ramon? How?”

“I don’t know! But you have to do something! Smart, this time,” he glared, Nash glaring back at the ‘smart’ comment. “Because this?” he gestured around him, “This tension, is worse than your repressed tension. It sucks!”

“Hey Cisco,” Emily called over the relay. “Hey Es,” Cisco called back. “What ya got for me?”

“I’ve fixed a few cosmetic things, just scratches and dings from space debris, aaaaand I gave you a few new toys.” Cisco’s face lit up with a smile. “Ohhhh, new toys? Estrata, you spoil me.”

“Only cuz I like ya!” She responded with a giggle.

“Can’t imagine what you’d do for a special someone in your life,” Ralph commented shooting a look over to Nash. Nash clenched his jaw glaring back unenthusiastically. “Hmm, yeah. I’ve been told I get scary when I get serious or protective. Like, Mama Bear mode on steroids. So probably break a mountain in half. Or bake, I like brownies,” Emily rambled.

“.....Wait..... can you do that?” Ralph asked concerned. “Break a mountain?” Emily paused. “You know, never tried. But I did obliterate an asteroid one time.”

“Really?” This time Cisco asked.

“Yeah, but it was a small one. Like, maybe half a football field. And it was made out of a material similar to sandstone.”

“Thaaaat’s still pretty impressive,” Ralph stated impressed and a bit wary. “I know I could never do that.”

“Sure you could, you just gotta put your back into it!” She giggled, Ralph chuckling in return.

“So you gonna come back now?” Cisco asked glancing at Nash.

“Nah, not right now,” Emily replied with a sigh. “Been a while since I’ve just hung out in the deep black of the void, think I’ll chill for a while.” Nash’s shoulders dropped a bit hearing the news. As if he needed another contributor to his tension, now he had to wait for who knows how long. “Ok, take as much time as you need,” Cisco said still looking at Nash. “We’ll be here when you come back.”

“Ok, see you later then,” Emily said before closing the connection. Cisco crossed his arms and Ralph gave him a look, Nash stood stiff lost in thought. “Well, least now you have plenty of time to think of what to say,” Ralph commented before leaving. “You better make it good too,” Cisco warned before exiting as well, leaving Nash to stew for a while in uncertainty. *What to say....* he said to himself.

——

It was well into the evening when Emily made her way back to the lab. She casually strode down the halls humming to herself when she came across Nash and nearly bumped into him. “Oh! Oh, hi Nash,” she said looking up at him.

“H-hi.... Estrata,” Nash smiled awkwardly. “What brings you skulking around here so late?” She asked putting a hand on her hip. “I uh, I.... have something...... I’ve been meaning to, tell you....” he said trying to figure out the words as he went. “Oh? You do?” She said sounding intrigued. He nodded his head looking at his feet. “Uh huh, yeah.” He paused still staring at the ground and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I lied... earlier.... wheeeen I said you were..... annoying......” he started. “You did?” She asked relaxing a little. Nash nodded again. “I did. I actually don’t, find you annoying that is. I uh, really like your company. A lot.” He peeked up to look her in the eye, the flush building like before. “Well then, why did you say that?” Emily asked, face softening as he spoke.

“I don’t..... I don’t know..... I....” Nash ran his hands through his hair in frustration and started pacing around. “You..... don’t know?” she asked in confusion. “I..... I don’t, have the words...” Nash said pausing and rubbing his chin. He stood quiet for a moment before turning to look at her again. “Maybe.... I don’t need words.....” he muttered to himself.

“What was tha—“ Emily’s sentence was cut off by Nash, who took three quick strides toward her, cupped her face and nearly rammed his face into hers with a kiss. Emily stood stunned, clearly not expecting this turn of events at all, and could only stare wide eyed into space. Once he broke the kiss he looked her in the eyes, thumb gently running over her cheek. “Wha...?” Emily started to ask. “Truth is, you make it incredibly difficult not to do that,” he says with a smile. “Especially, when you smile.”

Emily’s lips slowly pulled into a soft smile before mischievous tones bled in. “Hmmm, I’m not sure I got all that.” Nash raised an eyebrow smirking at her before placing another kiss on her lips. Emily chuckled after he broke the kiss again. “Gee, I dunno.... if I understand..... you may have...... to repeat.... that......” she said with a giggle, Nash taking the obvious opportunity to kiss her over and over while she spoke. They stood for a moment, smiling at each other like idiots, when they heard someone walk around the corner.

“Oh my god, FINALLY!” a voice said loudly from behind them. Emily gripped Nash’s shirt pulling him close as she tried to bury herself into him in embarrassment. Her face was beat red and eyes wide as Cisco briskly walked by. “Now if you two could do something about the other obvious tension you have, that’d be perfect,” he said pointing a finger first at Nash, then Emily who was trying very hard to hide her face. Cisco smiled at Nash, who gave him a wink, before walking away to a lab somewhere. They stood quiet for a minute before he rubbed her back and drew her into a hug enveloping her petite frame. She relaxed nestling into him a bit with a deep sigh. “So....” she began looking up at him. “What’s this ‘other tension’ Cisco was on about?”

“Oh, uh, I uh....” Nash coughed. “Not sure, actually.” She pouted suspiciously at him raising an eyebrow, keeping the stare made his ears rather red. “Mhmm......” she smirked. “Then I guess there’s nothing to ��take care of’ and no real reason for a sleepover or anything....” she said slipping away. “I’m tired anyway, should probably just go to be—“ her words were cut off by Nash grabbing her from behind in a tight hug causing her to squeak. “Ok ok! I’ll stop teasing” she giggled. “But you’re kinda cute when you’re frustrated.”

Nash raised an eyebrow. “So are you telling me, this was a bad idea?” He asked close to her ear. “Noooooo.....” she said trying to hide the goosebumps. “Just..... think of it as an adventure. You do like adventures, right?” She asked grinning at him. He paused looking thoughtfully at her. “You know, now that I think of it. This might be one of the better ones.”

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~Fin~

#the flash #flash fiction #my oc tag #nash wells #cisco ramon #ralph dibny #funny #science #barry allen #fluffy

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Chapters: 1

Word Count: 5,703

Fandom: The Worst Witch (TV 2017)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: general family discord

Summary: Still roiling from Hecate’s entrapment in the mirror, Ada and Hecate cling to one another, thankful for the chance to be together. Just in time. As Agatha’s influence grows within the school, they’re going to need each other more than ever.

Notes: This fic covers the Week 7 prompt ‘confession.’

The title of this week’s fic is from the title of Olivia Newton-John’s song. Yes, that one. The one from Xanadu. The movie I actually own a DVD of. Don’t judge me - seeing it as a child was a very formative experience. For those of you who may be unfamiliar, the movie stars Newton-John as a muse, Michael Beck as an artist in need of inspiration and Gene Kelly as a washed-up musician. And they were all on roller skates. I said don’t judge me.

Once again, this fic is much improved by Sparky’s faithful editing.

No matter how hard she tried to avoid it, wakefulness kept creeping over Hecate. She snuggled deeper into her pillow, which was warm and cozy and… breathing? Hecate’s eyes popped open. She lifted her head and found herself gazing into the serene blue of Ada’s eyes. “Ada?”

“Mmm… Good morning,” Ada smiled warmly down at her. “Afternoon, really.” She traced her fingers softly over Hecate’s cheek, which was now imprinted with the weave of her jumper. “Glad you’re back.”

Hecate leaned into Ada’s touch. “Glad to be back.” She shifted, her shoulder starting to ache – a lasting memento of her time with Mistress Broomhead.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Grunting, Hecate shook her head. “I’m wearing sports clothes… and a splotchy red herringbone pattern on my face.”

“Like I said…” Ada winced as Hecate shifted again.

“I’m sorry… I should mo—”

Ada covered Hecate’s lips with her finger. “When you were trapped in the mirror, I had this moment… You were gone and it was all so real… you might stay gone forever. That made me realize… well, that I’ve been a foolish old woman.” She traced Hecate’s eyebrow and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve found someone to love and, for reasons I can’t comprehend, she loves me back. How could I let some responsibility I never chose get in the way of that?” She lifted her chin. “I can’t. Not anymore. So… if you want to budge up because you’re uncomfortable, then do so. But if the only reason you’re moving is because you think I want you to, I can assure you I’d prefer you stay exactly where you are.”

Eyes shining with tears, Hecate nodded before burying herself in Ada’s arms. Sighing, she let herself melt against Ada, warmth flowing through her as she felt Ada press a soft kiss against the top of her head.

The noise from the Dining Hall spilled into the hallway despite the closed doors. Hecate paused for a moment to listen. Normally, the cacophony of nearly one hundred teenaged girls was enough to set her nerves jangling. Not now. Now the boisterous noisiness provided its own sort of comfort – a reminder that she was where she was meant to be. Even though she’d been trapped in the mirror little more than a day, the differences still haunted her. One of those differences had been the girls. As Ada always said, happy girls are noisy girls. The girls in the mirror had been eerily quiet.

Shaking herself back into the present, Hecate pushed through the doors. She’d spent most of the walk to the Dining Hall steeling herself for another meal stuck between Geraldine Gullet and Gwen Bat. At least Gwen could carry on an intelligent conversation – in a voice that didn’t sound like she was scraping a burned potion out of the bottom of a cauldron with a metal spoon.

She scanned the teachers’ table, stopping short when she realized that only one of the Cackle twins was present. Ada, she guessed, since she was seated at the end of the table.

“Care to join me?” Ada asked, suddenly at her elbow.

Once she’d managed to swallow her heart back down into her chest, Hecate nodded. She followed Ada to the table, eyes moving back and forth between her and her sister. She’d overlooked Agatha’s lack of glasses, simply assuming because she was in Ada’s usual chair that she must be Ada.

When they arrived at the table, Geraldine pulled out the chair between her own and Agatha’s. “Here you go, Miss Cackle, we’ve saved a spot just for you.”

“Thank you, Miss Gullet, but I’ll take a spot down here. I have a few things to discuss with Miss Hardbroom.” Ada sat down and patted the chair beside her.

Hecate gingerly lowered herself into the chair, feeling a bit more like the world was as it should be.

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Geraldine groaned for the third time in as many minutes from the chair in front of Hecate. Rolling her eyes, Hecate checked the time on her watch again. The weekly staff meeting should have started ten minutes ago. It wasn’t like Ada to be late. On the contrary, she preferred arriving early to take advantage of the weekly order of pastries and all the latest gossip.

Finally, Agatha stepped to the front of the staff lounge and began the morning’s agenda. “We have a few items to go over. First, as you all know, every four years the Magic Council sponsors the Witchcathalon competition. Magical schools from across Britain compete for the honor of representing Britain in the international finals. Now, after a disappointing finish four years ago, my sister and I are determined to see Cackle’s reclaim its status as champion. Please develop your action plans to improve our performance and have those ready by meeting-time next week.”

Hecate struggled to focus as Agatha droned on about inconsequential things, snapping back to attention when she started discussing their latest OfWitch inspection results. Surely they should have waited for Ada to deliver that information. “As expected, Cackle’s Academy scored well.” She let the pleased twitter spread through the room before allowing it to subside. “However, my sister and I are disappointed to say that the score wasn’t perfect in most areas.” Agatha summoned a short stack of papers and floated them out to the teachers. “As you can see, our greatest area of weakness is Health and Safety. Only one teacher scored a perfect one hundred percent. Let’s all give Miss Gullet a round of applause.”

An anemic smattering of applause dribbled in, petering out quickly. Geraldine’s gloating smile faded into a pout.

“Since we have such an exemplar of Health and Safety with us,” Agatha carried on, “We’ve assigned Miss Gullet to conduct regular inspections of the different areas so that she may offer her expertise to any of our teachers who might need it.” This caused Geraldine to resume gloating like a puffed-up toad.

“Well done, Miss Gullet,” Ada said as she entered the staff room at last. She nodded at Agatha. “Please, do continue.”

“We’ve just finished. Dismissed, all. Don’t forget your action plans for next week.”

Her crumpled report in her hand, Hecate snatched up the rest of her things so she could leave, but Ada signaled her to stay.

Ada approached her sister, hands clasped tightly behind her back. “Sister, didn’t you tell me I was to expect a mirror call from the Great Witch at nine o’clock? I was meant to call her at eight o’clock.”

“Oh…” Agatha blinked innocently at her sister. “Did I get that wrong? Oh, dear. I suppose that’s how it goes as we age, forgetfulness you know. After all, you’re older than I am.” She grinned at Ada. “Well, no harm done, I’m sure. Have a good day, sister. I’ll see you for our portrait sitting this afternoon.”

Ada started to respond but snapped her mouth closed so quickly that Hecate could hear her teeth clicking together. She took a deep breath before facing Hecate. “What’s wrong?” she asked, seeing the anger radiating off Hecate.

“This is what’s wrong.” Hecate sent the report floating into Ada’s hands, unwrinkling it as it went.

Plucking the paper from the air, Ada scanned through it. “I assume the issue is your ninety-seven percent in Health and Safety?” Ada cocked her head. “Ninety-seven is a perfectly good score, Hecate. I know you’d prefer to make full marks, but—”

“I should have made full marks, Ada. I was docked three percent because the inspector found an unsanitary terrarium of Mus musculus on my desk.”

“Mice? I’m sure it was just an oversight or something—”

“My students were practicing the identification of crow’s feathers compared to raven’s feathers and their inherent properties. Miss Gullet’s Spell Science classes, however, were working on holding spells. May I remind you what creature is considered best practice for use in teaching a holding spell?”

“I’m well aware that it’s mice, Hecate. I’m sure there’s a perfectly innocent explanation for it.”

Hecate simply raised an eyebrow. For a moment, neither woman would back down. Then Ada vanished the report and sighed again.

“Fine. I’ll concede that innocent is not an adjective typically used to describe Miss Gullet.”

“I should say not,” Hecate agreed, drily.

“Will you come to the portrait sitting this afternoon? Once your classes are over?” Ada’s hopeful tone was hard to miss.

“Hmmm… watching you and your sister sit for a portrait… that sounds quite as exciting as watching toadspawn dry.”

“That’s a yes, then?”

Hecate waggled her head back and forth as she pretended to think it over. “Of course.”

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Sitting for a portrait. Hecate snorted. That was certainly false packaging, she thought. The session had started late, thanks to the twins bickering over what to wear. Hecate had quickly turned her attention to studying the Ostium Alternis as they kept at their squabble. They’d finally compromised on dress blouses and skirts, neither of them happy with the choice, but Agatha particularly dissatisfied. She’d fussed and fidgeted the entire afternoon, irritating everyone involved. Of course, there was a price to be paid for that, Hecate thought, smirking every time she looked at the portrait. Ada, seated, looked lovely and kind in her red dress. Agatha, on the other hand, stood looming and dour in her dark blue dress. Hecate hoped she would be present when Agatha finally saw her likeness, though she sympathized with Ada for the tantrum she would have to endure.

As expected, Agatha’s first glimpse of the portrait provoked another disagreement. Hecate was pleased to say Ada more than held her own, finally sending Agatha retreating with scathing last words: “Perhaps you’ll learn not to act like the arse end of a troll with the artist painting your portrait!” A chortling Hecate had been forced to dematerialize for several long minutes after that, buzzing ears be damned.

“I’ll pay for it for weeks, you know,” Ada said with a grim sort of humor. “No doubt she’s brewing up some sort of revenge even as we speak.” She handed Hecate a cup of tea and a biscuit. Ada waved her cup at what was left of the mirror – a few shards stuck in a broken frame. Pulling Hecate free had caused it to shatter. “You’ve been studying that for hours now. Any brilliant epiphanies?”

“I’m afraid not.” She glanced at Ada. “I know I was in there for scarcely more than a day, but… I keep dreaming about it. I… I know that this is my life, the one I’m meant to live, but…”

“It’s no small thing to be given a glimpse into what might have been,” Ada soothed. “When mother said things on the other side would be different… well, I must confess that I worried that you would choose to stay.” The white-knuckle grip on her teacup belied the calmness in her voice. “Freedom is no small thing to give up. Plus, you still had Pippa, Indigo was alive and well… I hardly know why you’d come back.”

“Freedom for me, perhaps, but at what cost? Pippa’s freedom? That’s quite the devil’s bargain. And yes, Indigo seemed happy enough, but a whole school of other children was miserable.” Hecate set her teacup aside and threaded her arm through Ada’s. “Most importantly, you were not you. The Ada in that world was a cruel, vindictive harridan. I wanted my Ada back.” Stepping in front of Ada, Hecate cupped her cheek. “You are more than enough to bring me back, Ada Cackle. Whatever that other life may have promised, it didn’t have you. You are my first choice.” Her lips trembled into a smile, and she brushed an errant tear from Ada’s cheek with her thumb.

Ada could feel her cheeks heating. “And you mine.” They stood together, enjoying the feeling of just being, knowing they shared the same feelings. After a moment, Ada cleared her throat and pointed at the mirror’s remains. “It still doesn’t explain this, does it? I can’t imagine any of our girls getting into something like this, but it seems even more farfetched that anyone else would try to harm one of the girls.”

Turning back to the frame, Hecate tilted her head, lips pressed in a thin line. At her sides, her thumbs rubbed furiously across her fingertips. “I don’t think it was meant for one of the girls.” Ada’s eyes flew open wide. “Veronica said it wasn’t there when she hid in the alcove the first time. That was already after curfew. If someone meant to harm one of the students, why place the mirror after they were all meant to be in their rooms? Why not place it there earlier in the evening?”

“It certainly seems likelier that it would be meant for an adult, but still… one of the teachers?” Ada staggered backwards, landing heavily on the sofa. “Then… you’re saying it was meant for you? You were doing rounds that night!”

Hecate chewed at her bottom lip, hesitant. “But I wasn’t supposed to be, remember?”

Ada’s eyes roamed the room as she thought about it. Dropping her head in her hands, Ada groaned, low and mournful. “It was Thursday. My night. I was so worried… I just… I don’t think it even occurred to me. You’re scheduled to do rounds on Wednesday.”

“That’s right. Indigo’s… anniversary had fallen on the previous Wednesday. You’d offered to trade so I could have the evening free after my appointment with Miss Hagsmet.”

“But you already had a detention scheduled for that Thursday, so you took the next.” Her face puckered as she processed the implications of that. “Who would want to do that to me?” Ada’s expression hardened as Hecate said nothing. “It wasn’t Agatha.”

“I didn’t say that it was.”

“But you think it could be,” Ada pressed.

“It could be almost anyone,” Hecate conceded. “It could even be nothing more than a student prank that got out of hand. The only thing I know with absolute certainty is that I didn’t place that mirror in the hallway and neither did you.” She chuckled softly. “I’m also fairly confident it wasn’t Gwen Bat.”

Ada tried to picture Gwen laying out a trap with an enchanted mirror. The image brought a rueful smile of her own. “I would tend to agree.” She pushed herself up on unsteady legs. “I’m going to send out a directive to all the staff – no one is to do rounds alone until further notice. We need to find out what it takes to create an Ostium Alternis.”

“I’ll start researching straight away.”

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Hecate squeezed her eyes closed, trying to work up enough tears to quench the burning in her eyes. She’d spent almost all day in the library, researching the Ostium in the restricted section. Miss Inkwell had announced to the handful of students present that the library would soon be closing for the evening. Snapping her book closed, Hecate floated it back to its place on the shelf.

Few books had mentioned an Ostium Alternis Vitae. None explained how to create one. The book in Ada’s office had been the only one with the spell for rescuing someone trapped in one. Hecate rolled her shoulder, trying to loosen it up after a day of little use.

A soft tapping caused her to open her eyes. “Miss Inkwell, apologies… I was just…”

“Thinking? Sleeping? Passed out from lack of food? You’ve been in here all day.” She waved a pair of dawdling girls along. “I take it you haven’t had any luck finding whatever it is that’s kept you in that chair all day.”

“Let’s say thinking, shall we?” Sniffing deeply, Hecate sent her notes back to her rooms. Whispering in a back corner caught her attention. “Depart, girls! Curfew begins in ten minutes!” She called in her most Miss Hardbroom-y voice.

“You know… as the librarian, you could let me help you find whatever it is you’re looking for.” She leaned closer. “Rumor has it there’s been a magic mirror floating about.”

Hecate felt her stomach drop. While what had happened could hardly have been kept secret with Veronica Catsear’s involvement, she and Ada had hoped that tales of her mishap wouldn’t spread through the castle with quite the speed of balefire. “Thank you, but… it’s a bit of a personal matter.”

“Bats. Just when I was hoping to find out who’s the fairest of them all.” Miss Inkwell sighed dramatically before magicking out the table lamps. “Suit yourself, just remember – all you have to do is ask. I can assure you of my discretion. It’s why I’m here. Librarians don’t search and tell, you know.”

Hecate choked on her own saliva. She’d heard that phrase before. In another library that wasn’t quite this one, from another librarian that wasn’t quite Miss Inkwell. Faint memories of a small envelope flickered into her mind. “Th-thank you,” she stammered, already rushing for the door. She was halfway to the corridor before it occurred to her to transfer.

Scrabbling to keep her feet after her sloppy landing, Hecate flung open the door of her clothes cupboard. She rifled through her clothes, missing it twice before she found the sports uniform she’d been wearing when Ada pulled her back into this reality. She fumbled in the pockets until her fingers closed around an envelope. “It’s real,” she breathed. Part of her had feared she’d imagined it. With trembling fingers, she opened it and pulled out Miss Inkwell’s results. She scanned through it before reading it through more carefully. She’d done it. The other Miss Inkwell had found out how to undo the marriage scroll. She needed to take the note to Ada straight away.

Didn’t she?

Hecate leaned against the cupboard with one hand, studying the note she held with the other. The elation she expected to feel hadn’t materialized. Instead, a new strain of anxiety twisted in her belly. They wanted this, didn’t they? Even though it was made of paper, the note weighed like a stone in her hand.

Breaking the marriage scroll is a beginning, not an ending, she told herself. Again and again. Hecate pushed herself upright. She convinced herself that it didn’t matter. Ada needed to know that they could be released from one another. She slipped the paper back into the envelope before tucking it up her sleeve and spelling it into place for safekeeping.

Hecate transferred to the hallway just outside Ada’s office. As she lifted her hand to knock, she heard raised voices coming from inside. Lowering her hand, unsure of whether to knock or go away, Hecate wound up listening to the row – a rambling brawl that covered everything from childhood disagreements, pedagogy, the color of Ada’s hair… Hecate could hardly follow the train of it.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of glass crashing against stone, then silence. Jerking away from the door, she transferred around the corner just as Agatha stormed out. She’d barely rematerialized when Agatha slammed into her.

“Get out of the way!” Agatha rammed Hecate’s bad shoulder as she passed, spinning her around.

Hecate stumbled against the wall, knocking the air out of her lungs. Bent at the waist, hands on her knees, she sucked in air, trying to catch her breath.

Gentle hands stroked her back. “She shouldn’t have done that… I’m sorry you’ve had to bear the brunt of our argument.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” Hecate gave her a tight-lipped smile. “I was eavesdropping outside the door.” She took a deep breath, slowly blowing it out. Wincing as she straightened, Hecate rolled her shoulder, vainly trying to ease the ache.

“I thought I felt your magic nearby.” She wrapped a steadying arm around Hecate, resting her hand on her hip. “I could do with… well… I rather think I could do with a glass of wine. Care to join me?” Hecate nodded and allowed Ada to lead her into the office.

Once they were inside, Ada set her protective wards. She didn’t care for any more disturbances tonight – she certainly didn’t want to hear anything more from her sister. She magicked another log onto the fire and a bottle of wine on the coffee table. Hecate stepped forward, but Ada held her back.

“Let me.” Ada warmed her hands with a tiny trickle of magic and placed them on Hecate’s shoulder. She let the heat soak in for a moment before rubbing light circles with her thumbs. Hecate stiffened for a moment but didn’t move away. Bit by bit, Ada increased the pressure, pleased when Hecate’s rigid posture eased. She shifted her hands down, massaging the muscles just below her shoulder blade. A satisfied grin spread across Ada’s face as she felt Hecate relax beneath her fingers. “Does this help?”

“Not really,” Hecate admitted, “but it feels delightful while you’re doing it.”

“Good enough for me,” Ada said, chuckling. She pictured the pattern of pale scars that ran down Hecate’s shoulder, tracing where she thought they went with her hands. Someday she wouldn’t have to rely on the memories of one brief glance she’d had of the injury when Hecate was in the infirmary. Someday, she’d be able to run her fingers across Hecate’s bare skin. “You know… any time you want one of these, all you have to do is ask. I’m more than willing.”

Hecate reached up and placed her hand over Ada’s. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Turning her head, she pressed the back of Ada’s hand to her cheek. Since she’d returned, Ada seemed to have come to terms with her role as Sealkeeper. Hesitant touches and warm words had become almost routine, though neither had worked up the nerve to share that first kiss. Hecate’s chest warmed at the memory of a late-night walk on the roof, ostensibly to check the wards, when Ada’s hand had slipped into hers, their fingers lacing together.

The note up her sleeve practically burned against her skin. Ada deserved to know that they could end their marriage. Fake marriage, she reminded herself. But now didn’t seem the right time. Ada was obviously still rattled by her argument with Agatha. Moreover, Hecate knew the massage was soothing Ada’s jangled nerves as much as it was her shoulder -not that she would complain about why she was getting a massage. Later, she said to herself. I’ll tell Ada later. To Ada she said, “How about we have that glass of wine?

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Even from her spot in the back, Hecate could see the strain Ada carried as she conducted the weekly staff meeting. A glance at the table, still piled high with sweets, told her Ada wasn’t the only one feeling anxious. Typically, the weekly treats, from Cosie’s Old Mill Tea Rooms in the village, were devoured before the meeting ever started. Today, it seemed that no one had much of an appetite. A week of Geraldine Gullet, prowling the castle with her clipboard in hand, had left everyone frazzled and annoyed. After her second ‘inspection,’ Hecate had banned Geraldine from the potions lab. Tamping down her irritation, Hecate refocused her attention on Ada.

“I just know that this year will be Cackle’s year in the Witchtathlon compe—” Ada stopped when Agatha loudly cleared her throat. A dimple that only appeared when Ada was particularly annoyed showed clearly at the corner of her mouth. “Yes, Agatha?”

“I noted that both Miss Gullet and Miss Hardbroom have listed Penny Pestle on their teams. The rules state that a girl may compete in only one event. She’ll have to be dropped from either the potions or the spells competition.”

Hecate narrowed her eyes. “Miss Pestle won first prize in her Second-Year potions project – as did each girl on my team during her second year.”

Geraldine twisted around in her seat. “Well I’m bloody well not giving her up! She’s the best Spell Science student in her form! You can just pick some other girl to lose in potions.”

“Ladies!” Ada raised her hands, signaling both women to stop. Geraldine huffed and turned back to the front while Hecate glowered daggers at the back of her head. “We’ll sort it – after I’ve spoken with Penny myself.” With a few last details about upcoming events for the week, Ada dismissed them. She stepped into the hallway to wish each one a good day as they left, stepping back in as soon as she realized Geraldine and Hecate had not left the staff room.

“I tell you, you aren’t gettin’ her!” Geraldine insisted, her voice even more nasally than usual. “Just because I’m not going around trying to get my way by cozying up to the Headmistress…”

“I beg your pardon!” Hecate drew herself up to her full height. “I don’t know what you’re insinuating, Miss Gullet, but my personal life is none of your business. I’ll have you know—” She cut herself off as Ada stepped between them.

“I believe Spell Science with the First-Years is starting, is it not?” Ada asked, her voice treacly sweet. “Let’s dive back into this cauldron later. In my office.”

“It’s not bloody fair!” Geraldine spat as she stalked out of the room.

Ada turned back to Hecate just in time to see her transfer away. She blew out a gust of air, irritated with Agatha, with Geraldine, with herself… She hadn’t been so foolish as to think that her relationship with Hecate would go unnoticed, though she’d hoped they would have time to find their footing before it was fodder for the gossip mill. We haven’t even kissed yet, Ada groused. They shouldn’t have to deal with this nonsense this early. Shaking her head, Ada went in search of Penny Pestle.

As expected, when Ada pulled the girl from Witchory, Miss Pestle wanted to compete in potions. Miss Gullet would no doubt snap a broomstick. A prickle of a headache started at the base of Ada’s skull just from thinking about Geraldine’s screeching voice.

Lunch came and went with no sign of Hecate. Ada took the opportunity to tell Geraldine that Penny wanted to compete in potions. She tried to offer some alternatives, but Geraldine would hear none of it, moving to an empty seat on the other side of Agatha. Ada tried to ignore their dramatics and focus on her food, but she couldn’t stop casting furtive glances down the table. She didn’t manage anything more than pushing her peas around her plate. She gave that up when Agatha slid into the chair next to her.

“I must say, Ada, Miss Gullet is rather displeased. I do hope you aren’t showing Miss Hardbroom any… special privileges.”

Running her tongue along the inside of her cheek, Ada inhaled a long breath. “I spoke with Miss Pestle, Agatha. Miss Gullet never asked her to compete in spells; she simply put her down. The girl wants to compete in potions. She’s already begun practicing with the other girls on the team. It has nothing to do with Miss Hardbroom.”

Agatha faked a smile. “That’s good to hear, sister. I’m sure you can see how one might… wonder. Especially if Hecate gets the girl for her team…”

“The girl she actually asked to be on her team.”

“Miss Hardbroom is getting all those expensive new cauldrons while the rest of us are told to tighten our belts,” Agatha added.

“Mother authorized that expenditure last year, as you well know.”

“As you say,” Agatha quickly raised her hands to ward off any protest. “But even you must admit it looks… inappropriate. It certainly makes one wonder what her… motivations might be. A young, attractive thing like her?” Agatha made a point of looking Ada up and down, lingering on her midsection. “I mean, I can see why you’d want to show her special attention, but her? Well… they do say love is blind.” She slapped the table. “I’ll let you get back to your lunch.”

Ada watched her sister leave, taking what was left of her appetite with her. Perhaps Hecate had the right idea when she chose to skip lunch. She forced herself to make small talk with Miss Swoop before taking her leave. Her mood was already ruined. She may as well work on the monthly expense reports.

One by one, the First-Year girls filed out of the potions lab, still giggling from the effects of their laughter potion. Ada idly wondered if a nip of the leftovers would improve her day. When it seemed the last girl had exited, she stepped into the room, softly closing the door behind her. “Are you avoiding everyone today? Or just me?”

Hecate glanced up at her before continuing to clean up after her class – by hand, a sure sign that the day had gone widdershins for her, too. “Everyone but you,” she said, finally. She folded her hand towel into precise quarters before placing it carefully on her workbench. “I tried to speak with Miss Pestle this morning…”

Ada stepped further into the lab. “Yes, she said she wishes to stay on the potions team.”

“Did she?” Hecate tapped her fingers against the casing of her pocket watch. “I didn’t have the opportunity to speak to her directly.” She cut her eyes to the floor and didn’t look up again. “When I arrived at the classroom, I overheard her discussing the matter with Mavis Spellbody. Before I could announce my presence, I heard young Miss Spellbody tell her that she needn’t worry about anything because – and I quote – ‘Miss Cackle is sweet on Miss Hardbroom so she won’t take you off her team.’”

Hecate was still staring at the floor. Ada stepped closer, close enough to gently lift Hecate’s chin. “She’s not entirely wrong you know. I am a bit sweet on you.”

“It’s not funny, Ada. The students are speculating about… about our… love life.” Hecate’s cheeks burned in embarrassment. “We don’t even… we haven’t even…”

Ada cupped her cheek before letting her fingers trail down Hecate’s arm and tangle with hers. “It’s all right, dear. All in due time.”

Her hand felt warm in Ada’s. “Perhaps I’m overreacting. We’ve never said we’d keep this…” she shook their joined hands back and forth, “a secret. I just can’t stand the thought of being the subject of staff room gossip. What must people say?”

“I don’t want to keep it a secret either. We’ve done nothing wrong. We’re doing nothing wrong. Not that I’m looking to get snogged in the middle of the Dining Room, but…” That, at least, got a weak smile. “As for what they might say… I can tell you what Agatha said. She said the only reason an attractive young woman such as yourself would be with a relic like me is either because you’re using me or I’m using you.”

“That’s not so different from what Geraldine said to me this morning.” Hecate pulled away. She didn’t know if now was the right time, or if there would ever be a right time, but she didn’t feel right about keeping her secret from Ada any longer. “I’m afraid I have a bit of a confession to make…” She pulled the envelope from its place in her sleeve. “When I was in the mirror, I asked that Miss Inkwell to help me find a way to break the marriage scroll. Everything was so topsy-turvy.” Hecate looked up at her and shrugged. “She found it.”

Ada took the envelope from Hecate’s outstretched hand and tucked it into her pocket without reading it. “You’ve had it all this time?”

Hecate nodded. “I should have told you straight away… but we always seemed to be in the middle of something. I’m sorry.” She closed her eyes, waiting for Ada’s anger, or worse, her disappointment, to hit. It didn’t.

“I suppose things have been… topsy-turvy.” Fighting down an unexpected feeling of disappointment, Ada took up Hecate’s hand again. “Well, I for one say ‘good riddance’ to that scroll. I don’t want our future to be forced on us, Hecate. As much as I want us… I want any joining to be our choice.

“And as for Miss Gullet,” Ada sighed, “I heard what she said.” She took Hecate’s other hand in hers. “They aren’t what matters, Hecate. You are. We are. Agatha is just… being Agatha. And ten years from now, Geraldine Gullet will have moved on and you’ll still be here.”

Hecate pulled abruptly away. Turning her back to Ada, she hugged herself and staggered a few steps towards the door. “It still all comes down to that, doesn’t it?” Her voice broke. “It’s always going to be hanging over our heads.”

“What are you…” Ada could feel the blood draining from her face into her gut when she realized what Hecate meant. “NO! I’m not talking about that. Hecate…” Hurrying to her, Ada wrapped her arms around Hecate from behind. “I only meant that we will still be together, my dear. I hadn’t even thought about your confinement.” She felt Hecate relax against her, just a little.

“What does it even matter? In fifty years, everyone will be gone, and I’ll… I’ll still be here.” She twisted in Ada’s arms, wrapping her own arms around Ada’s waist and crying into her hair. “I don’t even think this cursed confinement will let them remove my corpse when I die. I can’t even be buried in the Hardbroom family plot.”

Ada rocked her gently back and forth, cradling the back of her head with one hand whilst rubbing soothing circles on her back with the other. “Sshhh… that’s a long ride down the river, dear. Who knows what could happen between now and then?” Ada pulled back just enough to see Hecate’s eyes. “Besides, it doesn’t matter. I hope that when the time comes, that you’ll be with me in the Cackle family plot. With your family.”

Hecate buried her face again and sobbed even harder. Ada kept rocking her. “You can’t… mean that,” she managed to choke out.

“I’ve never meant anything more, Hecate. You’re my first choice. You’ll always be my first choice.”

#hackle summer trope challenge #hackle #hecate hardbroom #ada cackle

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winryofresembool · 5 years ago

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Edwin family fic: Don’t Forget

Summary: The Rockbell-Elric family has a new reason to not forget October 3rd.

A/N: I know, it’s been 3000 years and more! But here it finally is, a new fic in honor of the FMA day :) This fic is sort of a “collaboration” with @criis55 who did this totally adorable piece of art of our fankids. Go check it out if you haven’t!

A little info on the fankids: I (and Cris) HC that Edwin has 6 kids. Here are their ages in this fic:

Alan: 16

Emma: 14

Elena: 11

Arthur: 10

The twins (Henry & Erika): 5

If you wanna know more about them, feel free to check my art/fic tags or ask about them directly from me :D I am always happy to share some info!

Genre: Fluff. Oh, I’m back to my ol’ habits.

Words: 1600+

Warnings: none

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“Hey Ed”, Winry tried to catch her husband's attention once they had put their kids into bed. “I was wondering...”

"Yeah?" Ed asked curiously.

"You know what day tomorrow is, right?" Winry asked a bit hesitantly.

"It's October third… The twins' birthday. And the day when..."

"Yeah, the day when you and Al... Left for your journey." Winry said carefully, not really wanting to bring up what else the boys had done that day.

"That's one way to put it..." Ed sighed and sat down on the bed. "It's been 24 years since then..."

"A lot has changed. For the better."

"You're right." Ed nodded, a bit absent mindedly as he was recalling the events from his youth.

"That's why I would like to do something special for that day,” Winry surprised him.

"Hmmm?" Ed asked. "What do you have in your mind?"

"You... Remember that family picture your family took when you were just little kids?"

"Oh course, it was when my father...."

"My point is,” Winry stopped Ed before he could start his usual rant about his good for nothing father. “That old photo caught my eye the other day and I realized we haven't taken one of the 8 of us after the twins were born. They turn 5 already so it would be about time, don't you think?"

"Mmmm... Sure, why not,” Ed agreed. “But you know there's a reason why we haven't gotten them into a picture? Because one moment they are sitting on the sofa petting the dog, and then you pat your eyes once and suddenly they are throwing the dog's food at each other like it was a snowball fight."

"Maybe we have better luck this time. It's worth trying, right?" Winry asked.

"Yeah, of course," Ed admitted, although still slightly skeptical.

"This is gonna be good. I promise."

The next day started pretty much the way Ed had expected. Alphonse and Mei had gotten the twins a birthday cake because Winry had been working long hours on a new automail and teaching Alan some new techniques she had learned, while Ed had been busy babysitting and writing his new book. However, they had unfortunately forgotten that the twins hated all the dairy products, even more than their father. That’s why, when the birthday kids saw that the cake had a cream frosting on it, instead of something that tasted a little less like milk (like chocolate), the hell broke loose.

“Dad! I’m not eating this!”

“I want a chocolate cake!!”

“Henry, your uncle brought it, you’d better be more polite! Erika, chocolate has also milk in it, it’s no different than this!” Ed scolded his kids.

“You’re mean, dad!” Erika screamed, the 5-year-old brain of hers shocked about this information.

“Hey Rika, if the cake is not edible, then no one can eat it, right?” Henry asked slyly.

“Yep, you are right, brother!” Erika nodded, with a gleam in her eye that usually knew nothing good.

“DON’T DO IT!” Ed yelled, but too late. The twins had already dug into the cake and caught big pieces of it in their small hands, and they were now throwing them at each other. The blue shirts their parents had picked for the photograph later that day were covered in cream, and the cake was ruined.

“And what are we supposed to eat now?!” Ed growled after taking an entire minute to calm down a bit. “And what are you gonna wear for the photo? Your mum is gonna kill me when she gets home.”

…

Thankfully, the household was full of helpful people. The twins had been bathed and changed into clean clothes (green ones this time), Alan had cleaned the kitchen, and an apple pie courtesy of Al, Mei, and Elena was in the oven by the time Winry arrived from running her errands. She looked at her family a bit suspiciously when they were sitting so peacefully at the table but said nothing about it at first. She did, however, notice the new shirts on the twins and couldn’t not ask: “Ed, what happened to the blue shirts? Didn’t we decide…”

“They messed them up, mum,” Emma said, tired of everyone trying to keep a poker face. “… Started playing with the cake…”

“Cake… I thought… I thought this was what you guys brought…” Winry gestured towards the apple pie with confusion.

“Sorry, Winry… It was my fault, I should have taken better care of them,” Ed said before she could raise her voice at the kids.

The mother of 6 took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment.

“Let’s just… forget about it for now and try this pie instead. But twins, you will apologize to uncle Al and aunt Mei once we’re done. They got the cake for you to eat, not to destroy.”

“Don’t worry about it, Winry,” Al waved it off. “Kids will be kids. I should have remembered they have my brother’s blood in them, and they can’t handle cream.” He threw a sly look towards Ed.

“Hey!” Ed barked back. “It’s not like I /taught/ them to hate dairy products!”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you had,” Al retorted and the rest of group started laughing.

…

“OK, is everyone ready for the photo? Alan, why are you still in your working clothes?! You don’t have time to change them anymore. Emma, why are you wearing black? Didn’t we agree on blue? Elena, sweetie, you are the only who is dressed up decently. Yeah, yeah, Ed, you look nice too. Have I told you I like your beard?”

Winry did her best to make sure everyone was looking their best in the picture. Sure enough, most of the kids didn’t have the clothes they had originally planned, but she knew her family and she knew that if she started nitpicking, it would take the photographer at least an extra hour to get his work done. Besides, wasn’t it better that they looked like their usual selves rather than some people they were not?

…

Here’s how the photo ended up looking:

Before the photographer had arrived, Alan had been practicing the new automail model his mother had taught him earlier, so he was, while a bit tired and dirty, also very content in the picture after a successful day of working.

Emma, on the other hand, looked like she wanted to be anywhere but in the picture, but she had managed to make her parents promise that her dog Key could be in the photo as well, so she couldn’t talk herself out of it.

Elena was used to being in front of camera, and to her mother’s relief she had also picked a cute dress as her outfit, so compared to everyone else, she looked like a model citizen in the photo.

The music loving Arthur had just read from some magazine that artists should try to stand out, so instead of blue, he had picked a red shirt, and he was trying to do the pose he had seen many young musicians do in the PR photos.

The birthday kids stood out with their green shirts and lively expressions, but the parents were happy they had managed to get them to calm down for a moment. Or maybe it was the photographer who had promised the kids sweets once he was done.

All in all, Ed and Winry thought the photo was a success, and worth the trouble they had seen.

…

“Can you believe?” Ed asked absentmindedly while looking at the brand-new photo on Winry and his nightstand.

“Believe what?” Winry asked with confusion, sneaking her arms around her husband’s torso while peeking over his shoulder.

“That this is our life now? Who would have thought 24 years ago…”

“Hmmm?”

Ed was a quiet for a while, but finally he opened up a bit: “I was a lost kid, with just one goal in my life: to get Al’s body back. I couldn’t let myself think of anything else. That’s why I also…”

“Burned down your house…” Winry said quietly.

“Yeah…”

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but… while I was so scared for you two that night, I also… I think I also admired you a bit,” she confessed.

“Why? We did an awful thing!”

“It was because you were so determined,” Winry answered calmly. “I trusted that with that determination – or stubbornness – you’d manage to do what you were set to do. And you did.”

“Yeah… You know we got a lot of help, though,” Ed tried to shrug it off.

“And none of it was undeserved. You tend to see your mistakes, but you did a lot of things right, as well. Look at your kids, for example. They may have inherited the Elric way of showing it, but… I know they love you a lot. And… so do I, of course.”

“Thanks, Win… However, I wouldn’t have been able to do two of my proudest accomplishments without you. One, kicking that Father guy’s ass without your automail, and two, these little brats.” He pointed at the photo, smiling.

“Well, I admit that latter could have been a bit hard without me,” Winry chuckled, “but that’s why we make a good team. We created some pretty great kids, didn’t we?”

“Yeah. Even the twins,” Ed said jokingly.

“Even the twins,” Winry laughed. “Now,” she pushed Ed down on the mattress playfully, “would you like to share with me why they hate milk so much?”

“I can’t explain it, it’s in their genes!” Ed yelped before starting a wrestling match with his wife.

#edwin #edxwin #fullmetal alchemist #edward elric #winry rockbell #my fics #woop woop

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tok3r · 5 years ago

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News Punch

I Was An Alien Abductee – What I Have To Say Will Shock You

Sean Adl-Tabatabai

3 years ago

An alien abductee has come forward and publicly revealed the plan extraterrestrials have for humanity in the next few years. After being abducted by aliens for the last 17 years of his life, the anonymous abductee says he wants to share his experience with the public so they can learn the truth about extraterrestrials.

In an online post on a popular conspiracy forum, the alien abductee reveals:

How aliens are able to communicate via telepathy with eachother and humans

The secrets about Earth’s history hidden from us by our rulers

How the universe came into existence (it was NOT the Big Bang or ‘God’ according to these beings)

What the future for the human race holds

Full Disclosure: Revelations of an Extraterrestrial Encounter.

My name is [redacted]. I’m [redacted] years old and I’m going to let you know right away, there’s a whole lot to digest about who I am, why I’m here, and what I’ve gone through in my life.

The thoughts that will go through your head as you read this have kept me awake hundreds of sleepless nights in my life.

I’ve questioned my sanity many times over, but I assure you, in every way possible, I am quite sane.

I’m not endorsing this story, or saying it even really truly happened. I’m only saying I believe this happened to me.

I could be crazy. I could be getting used to spread distraction. I don’t know. I’m just going with what’s gone on in my head over forty years, and saying it like it is.

Just keep in mind If i was telling this for any other reason than a true love for this planet, I’d be telling it to a Hollywood agent or book publisher and charging you money to read it. I’m not.

We all have our reasons for being drawn to the esoteric. Mine was UFOS.

Not my interest in them, but their interest in me. It started when I was only 4 years old. And it’s gone on ever since.

My first experience was a face to face meeting with a strange little Being. We communicated by telepathy and that connection remains today.

It’s a one way kind of communication. I’ve asked a million questions but never really got an answer to any of them.

Well except for one I suppose. I guess she must be able to hear me. The one question I asked the most was answered. It just wasn’t the answer I wanted.

Naturally I wanted to know what was going on…and I always heard the same response. “When it’s time, you’ll know.”is

I’ve gone years with no interaction but she always comes back. Yes. The Being was female and quite motherly in her communication with me.

She tells me things. About myself and about them, and about this planet. And it’s history.

Seems I’ve been at this for quite some time too. I’m a very old soul. She’s recently told me a bunch of things that in all honesty, I already knew, sort of.

I know one thing for sure. Amongst other things, i’m a warrior through and through. That I didn’t need to be told. But just how much of a warrior, I had no idea.

Unfortunately having the heart of a lion only gets you so far. And for me, it’s never been far enough.

That’s why I’ve learned to fight with my mind this time. Even though I spent a lot of my life in a subculture of violence this time around, I see now I had to be there to unlearn the ways I’ve always handled my confrontations. In this life too, but more so in my past lives.

I really am tired of all this. It’s been long enough. Too many people have died thinking we could beat them (the elite force controlling the world) in a physical confrontation.

They didn’t start actually “abducting me” until I was 31 years old though. And I prefer to think of myself as “taken” not abducted.

For the last 17 years it’s been an on and off again thing. I’d just gone 5 years without any contact or communication incidents, but in Aug 2016, (like 4 months ago) things got very serious, very fast.

Life was as normal as I think it’s ever been for me. I was right where I wanted to be, and comfortable with everything my life was becoming. Mine has been a life of constant rebuilding and change.

I went to bed one Saturday night just like any other night. But Sunday morning was not anything like any Sunday I’d been through before.

I woke up and realized immediately what happened. I was freezing. And soaking wet. And I felt like I was in a dream. Have you ever been under anesthetic? Same feeling when waking up. It’s like coming back from, hmmm, i don’t know where, but It’s the telltale sign.

But this time there was more. I had a head full of ideas and an absolute NEED to search out and connect to people just like all of you.

And, she was back. Like never before. And she had a lot to say in the last three months. Wow!

What I’m going to tell you was revealed to me, a bit here, piece there, over my lifetime. It really never made much sense to me though, until now. Now I have the whole truth.

And I do apologize to the people I’ve been difficult with, but you can’t imagine the pressure I’m under with this.

It’s really, really hard to listen to theories I know are incomplete or distraction, while having no ability to present what I know until right now. I was told not to tell anyone.

So, before I go any further, I need you to understand something. Read this next line as many times as you need to.

We, aren’t what we’ve been taught to believe we are! Not at all. Nothing!

What I’m going to tell you may change your life. In what way is entirely up to you.

I see it one of three ways, you’ll hate me forever, you’ll embrace this and know me forever, or you’ll call me crazy.

The reality is there’s been some very big lies told. And I’m going to do my best to explain the who, want, when, where, and why that surround these secrets.

So here it is, the real story as I understand it.

This planet was not the result of a Big Bang or the creation of “God” as we understand Him. The Universe came to exist because of The One.

The One is neither alive or dead, male or female good nor bad. IT just is…

The One is responsible for creating all the framework which functions to provide an environment for everything to exist in.

IT created this planet, and all the other planets, stars, moons, and everything in between.

Unlike the story we were told, “God” does not work alone. The One had some help.

The One created several intelligent races of benevolent Aliens that function to serve The Universe. Like The One, they are Immortal and never die. They are tangible Beings though, just not in the same way we are.

These Aliens are the craftsmen tasked with maintaining the integrity of all The One had created.

Planet Earth was seeded with life by a race of immortal Aliens called Centaurians from a planet called Eden. It’s located in the Centauri star system.

And when I say life, I mean ALL of it. Especially us.

The Centaurians are part of the immortal workforce that service The Universe. They are scientists and geneticists. It was theiru job to seed life throughout The Universe.

There is one exception though. The sector where The Six Headed Beast ruled.

Using a master set of plant and animal DNA supplied by The One, The Centaurians genetically engineered a vast living library of life.

Earth was their seed bank and it was called The Garden of Eden. Easily it was the most beautiful of all the planets. The One had really done a wonderful job.

They used a process called gene splicing, and did this work in labs on Eden.

Each new plant or animal prototype they created was then taken to Earth where it was cultivated.

Not all planets have the same conditions or type of atmosphere. So it also had to be determined which species could exist in different places.

This planet was designed to support many different types of environments and climates that mimic conditions around the universe.

Once these new products were studied, logged, and samples were stored, they were distributed to the planets throughout the universe best suited for each species.

However, in the face of all The One had created, even IT was not perfect. The One had made only one mistake. But it was a big one.

I’m not going to even pretend I understand it. But in the beginning, when The One was the only thing in existence, IT became “lonely”.

To combat this problem, The One divided itself by 25% to create another, lesser version of itself.

This new Number Two later realized that’s exactly what it was. Lesser. The One could have split in half and made them equal, but IT didn’t.

And when The One finished what IT had set out to do, which was create the Universe, and the immortal work force to help complete it, Number Two took offence.

Number Two realized The One had provided no role whatsoever for IT to contribute to all that was created.

Upon realizing the sole purpose of IT’s existence, was to keep The One from becoming lonely again, Number Two decided to leave.

At the time, Number Two didn’t realize it, but the choice to leave, introduced some new things to The Universe. Conflict. And Free Will.

Number Two took up residence in a far off corner of The Universe. It didn’t take long to realize though, IT was all alone.

As The One had divided itself to solve the same problem, so too did Number Two.

But Number Two didn’t want to face the same dilemma, so IT divided into 6 equal individuals. And they quickly set out to develop this corner of The Universe into their very own version of what the rest of The Universe would be like.

The result was a galactic society of miscreants lead by what would come to be known as The Six Headed Beast.

The division into 6 individuals had corrupted key bits of knowledge and understanding from the consciousness of the whole.

This lost knowledge was the reason all the creatures that were created to reside on the planets in this sector, had no soul.

Some of these creatures were worse than others, but none of them could actually be considered good.

They are flesh and blood creatures who only live for a certain length of time and die one day.

We were created the way we were, with a soul, for a reason. The Centaurians wanted to create an intelligent worker who would live on Earth and be responsible for maintaining the integrity of The Garden of Eden.

Tending to this garden would be an extremely delicate, and sometimes dangerous program. They needed leverage to ensure compliance to the job.

Also, since free will and conflict had come into existence when Number Two left, it was decided that from this point forward, immortality would have to be earned.

So it was decided that a promise of immortality under certain conditions, would help motivate this creature called a human being, to serve its purpose to the best of its ability.

A unique approach that would allow human beings to exist as two separate halves of one entity, had been successfully designed by an amazing team of scientists on Eden.

And quickly this design and reasoning for it, was approved by The One.

One half of the human would exist on Eden. The other half would exist on Earth.

The two individual halves of the human being are connected by something called a soul.

Inside the body of each half of the humans, flows a pure form of energy that binds both parts to one another.

A telepathic connection that allowed the two parts to communicate back and forth was also a very useful feature for completing the work projects tasked to the humans.

The half which existed on Eden would work in the lab as a genetic scientist to create new life forms.

When these plants and animals were cultivated on Earth, the process would be conducted by the Earth halves of the scientists whose team had invented the specific species.

This way the scientist and the botanist or biologist could share information to ensure a well cared for and properly designed product was the end result of their efforts.

This telepathic connection was also a way to never forget home and in times of struggle, a voice of reason to offer advice. A friend, so no matter what, no human would ever be alone, like The One had once been.

You likely won’t believe me yet, but that voice in your head, your conscience, is actually what’s left of the telepathic connection to our counterpart on Eden.

Of course today we are raised to believe thinking anything other than “it’s your own voice” will get you locked up in a psych ward.

Big threats to protect big secrets. And big secrets are certainly being kept from us about how and why that connection was lost.

To become immortal, the humans had to live by guidelines and rules and show the intelligence, loyalty, and desire to be a productive, honest, contributing member of the Galactic Society they belonged to.

A series of tests, and lessons would be incorporated into their lives that would determine when they would be ready to achieve immortality.

On Earth everything living has an expiration date, meaning one day it dies. This applies to everything except for one thing, the human soul.

When a human died on Earth, the soul ascended to Eden for evaluation. If it was decided the soul was ready, the two halves would merge into one immortal being.

However, if it wasn’t ready, the soul would experience something called reincarnation where it was sent back to Earth in a new body.

The human would then encounter a more difficult path designed to address the issues that kept it from achieving immortality.

This complex two part creature would be the prototype for a whole new approach to the concept of being alive. If successful, humans could be placed all over the universe.

As The Centaurians hoped, the evolution of The Garden of Eden, and its new occupants, was a great success.

After nearly a hundred thousand years of evolution, only one major change was made to how this system would operate.

It was originally the plan to allow unlimited reincarnation and guaranteed immortality eventually. However, there were unforeseen issues that arose from that idealistic view.

The result was a decision to permit ten chances to get it right and earn the reward of immortality.

By limiting reincarnation to nine times, the decision to populate some of the other planets that had been seeded into life with humans, had passed the scrutiny of The One.

By the way, I told you which star system Eden exists in without feeling like I’m giving up a secret.

Unfortunately, there are people here on Earth right now searching for it, and they already know where they should be looking.

The Kepler telescope made a discovery this year not six months ago in August of 2016

There is one particular planet quite close to Earth. Like close enough where the technology here will allow a probe to make it there in the next 25 years or so.

It’s not Eden. But it’s one step closer. So they really need to be stopped before they get there.

As I said before, I’m an old soul. And I’ve tried more than once to stop those responsible for what I’m trying to tell you, during several of my past lives.

Obviously, I’ve never been on the successful side of any of the battles that have taken place in an attempt to gain control of our own destiny.

I’m sure you’ve realized something must have gone terribly wrong someplace along the line.

Earth is quite obviously not being used by The Centaurians as a living library anymore. It’s being exploited, polluted, and soon enough, will be destroyed.

If you don’t know, there are several tyrannical groups of very rich, very powerful, business men, political leaders and Church officials with questionable ties to each other.

They belong to groups such as The Illuminatii, The Roman Catholic Church, The British Monarchy, and The Freemasons to name a few.

It’s widely accepted that these Billionaire Boys Clubs are up not on the up and up and exist to serve ulterior motives.

They have created, implemented, and enforced a system of corruption, greed, control, and hostility for thousands of years.

The roots of these shady organizations have been traced back to the time of Jesus.

The last attempt to confront these corrupt, power hungry, tyrants was in the early 1300’s.

A very wealthy group called The Knights Templar, that was aligned with The Roman Catholic Church, had found out some extremely sensitive information about Jesus, and the Bible.

Having expressed concerns to a trusted government official about The Church withholding the secret knowledge, The Knights Templar were betrayed and for the most part, disbanded and killed brutally for going against The Pope.

And ever since then these elite tyrants have taken full advantage of the fear they instilled in anyone who may oppose them.

Their stranglehold on the resources and human lives on Planet Earth grows stronger every single day we choose to do nothing.

The Knights knew what I know. Unlike me, they never got the chance to tell though.

Once you know why, and what is at stake, you’ll understand why I’ve made it my choice to suggest we confront these men, end these lies, and try again to rid this planet from their control.

The elite tyrants who control us using money, work hand in hand with the ones who destroy some of us by taking our soul.

The Roman Catholic Church is the real controlling influence behind those running the world, enslaving mankind, and destroying this beautiful planet.

There is no one more powerful than the guy with the funny hat, The Pope. None that are human anyways.

The Pope is always chosen from a secret, and very long list of bloodlines that go back thousands of years to a time when giants roamed the Earth.

Yeah I just said that. But it’s gotta be said. And someone had to say it. And that’s always been my role. To sound the alarm.

But this time the call, MY call, will be heard. This time, the world is ready to hear it. YOU, are ready to hear it!

The age of information has brought a new dimension, one we have never had available before. If you haven’t realized it yet, she told me, IT’S TIME!

This time, we have the ability to UNITE World Wide!. And we will. And we are.

I can feel the soul of every warrior who ever lived and died at the hands of The Elite. All of them. They’re all here.

Some already know it, most don’t, but you all will. The universe will not let you rest until you accept the responsibility of fixing what we have ALWAYS allowed them to do to us.

The Elite aren’t exactly like us in case you haven’t noticed. There is an empty, void, hole in all of “them”.

The world really is an US vs THEM situation.

You may believe “we are all one” and some spiritual awakening is on the horizon, but please, know this: There are TWO different SPECIES living together here on earth. Humans. And Half Breeds.

And no, they are not shape shifting reptilians. In all ways they are identical to us, except for one thing.

They don’t have a soul!

When they die, they are dead. That’s it. No more. They are manufactured.

These soulless shells i’m talking about are The Elite. And they know what they are. Predators. Nasty, sick, twisted, Predators.

There is another group of people who also suffer an impairment of their soul but they have no idea anything is even wrong with them.

At least they have a soul, even if it has been shut right off. As long as it’s there, all hope is not lost.

It’s imperative if we want to experience any kind of freedom again, we begin working together. All men. All for One Cause. One World United.

United, we can move forward into a new Age of Enlightenment.

United, we can be free from all the pain that’s been our lives here on planet Earth.

It will not be easy. But nothing good ever is. Just be certain, if we continue to fall for the tactics that keep us divided, once again, we will fall short. Divide and Conquer will defeat us like it has before in past lives.

The Elite have slowly divided the entire world into divisions so small, they feel confident that it’s just not possible for us to lay aside our differences or seek a new perspective on our beliefs.

I’m hoping that deep down inside though, you feel it! You’ve always felt it. You probably didn’t understand that feeling was your other half calling out to you. And your home. Eden. In all ways possible, they both need you now, more than ever.

For some of us, the connection to our other half is starting to be established once more. I’ll explain why later.

It’s the ones caught deep in this web of lies I worry about though. The ones with the soul affliction.

Things on Eden have taken a very long time to fully recover from the Annunaki Invasion.

The reason is the soul affliction that has taken hold here on Earth lately, has nearly crippled the population on Eden.

The half of the human that’s born and exists on Eden, that’s attached to the people on Earth commonly referred to as Sheeple, (people who can’t see anything at all wrong with how the world operates) are basically handicapped.

They don’t contribute to the workforce, in fact, they take away from it, as they require constant care and supervision.

Despite all that has changed since humans came into existence, the soul still continues to develop properly and in unison with its Counterpart on Eden.

The changes to the minds of the humans on Earth however, somehow have caused the autism -like affliction of the mind running rampant on Eden.

So I’m here on a mission. I’m here to wake you up to what you used to be, to what you are.

And what you need to be, if we ever want to free ourselves from this nightmare we’ve all been tricked into living.

I guess tricked isn’t the best choice of words either. They didn’t trick us, they genetically modified us is what they did.

And what I’m about to tell you now, is where things get intense.

What you think you know about the history of earth and its many different inhabitants, are all lies. And it’s the job of the church, to protect those lies.

And the reward from protecting those lies, goes to the enforcers of the lie. The Illuminati. The Freemasons. The Elite.

Their reward is your life of servitude! And every man, woman and child belongs to them whether you admit it, or not.

Because the elite know they are soulless shells of what we are, they hate us.

Once I explain what they are lying about, and how far they’ve gone to protect the lie, you’ll understand just how much hate for us they hold.

The only other things that interest them are material riches and the thrill of feeling somehow superior as they treat us like garbage in a ruthless pursuit of the Almighty Dollar.

And we allow it because deep down we feel like our souls will live on regardless.

But that was the old way. Soon you will realize how, like me, you’ve avoided the trap and reincarnated here, over and over again.

Until we get this done, we will continue stuck in this loop, doomed to watch history repeat itself again and again.

And I’m going to tell you why.

There was an invasion on Eden, and they lost. The Centaurians are peaceful scientists, not warriors.

The Annunaki, a race of soulless creatures from the far corner of The Universe developed by The Six Headed Beast had come seeking knowledge.

They required technology to save the atmosphere of the planet they came from, Nibiru.

But Eden refused to help them. They were not in the business of cooperating with any of the soulless abominations created by The Six Headed Beast.

And the Annunaki replied in force. In the process of taking what they came for, they also discovered the location of Earth.

They left Eden in near ruins, and made off with some very sensitive, essential information about all life, and about Planet Earth in particular.

The Annunaki first arrived on planet Earth during a cleansing period.

Once all of the different species were properly sampled and classified, or if circumstances required it, the scientists in charge would initiate a cleansing. The eradication of the old, to usher in the new.

The idea being to repeat the same process with new varieties of plants and animals, as they were developed and created on Eden.

This particular ice-age was also to repair a structural issue with the drainage system. A series of massive trenches and gullies were needed and the only thing powerful enough to dig them were migrating glaciers.

The humans all relocated to Africa during that time, moved by ships sent from Eden.

Unfortunately this relocation turned out to be the very thing that gave full advantage to the Annunaki.

The Annunaki were quite pleased with initial test samples they took. This planet was rich with monoatomic gold just as the stolen information from Eden had stated.

The information from Eden provided them with the formula used to create, or repair, an atmosphere. Monoatomic gold is the key ingredient. And they needed a lot.

The next thing the Annunaki did was set in motion a chain of events which accelerated the melting process.

There was a large area though where life was thriving. Here The Annunaki found a creature they hoped could be used as workers for the massive job of mining the Earth. They had discovered humans.

However, these creatures were quite different than anything The Annunaki had ever encountered. They seemed intelligent enough, but they were impossible to deal with.

Nothing, not fear, not pain, not even watching their friends die would sway them to what The Annunaki wanted them to do.

It was almost like these humans had one purpose and couldn’t do anything else even if they wanted.

But it was love for their home and an outright refusal to damage, destroy, alter, or manipulate the Earth at The Annunaki’s request that kept them from conforming.

The Annunaki even tried, unsuccessfully, claiming they were the ones who created the humans.

However, at that time The Annunaki were unaware of the connection the humans had to their other half back on Eden. The humans knew exactly who had arrived.

The Annunaki were in fact, very intelligent creatures however. A series of genetic manipulations performed on the male humans would solve the problem, or so it was believed.

One by one, the male humans were captured and injected with a DNA upgrade that would eventually change the fate of the inhabitants of The Garden of Eden. It would just be a matter of time.

The Annunaki, having completed the genetic tampering, prepared to leave. They needed to give the melting process of the ice covered planet time to do its thing.

A small team was assembled and would remain on Earth to manage and maintain the breeding process of the humans.

This task was put into the hands of a top scientist named Enki.

Enki was a powerful member of the upper echelon of Annunaki hierarchy.

He was very interested in studying the progress on the rate of change in these creatures.

The Annunaki had an amazing gift bestowed by The Six Headed Beast which created them. They had the power to shape shift, or transform into whatever they needed to be. So they took on human form.

Enki stood among the humans and watched as the other Annunaki boarded their ship and left Earth.

At that point the changes to the human mind had not taken over yet, and as the ship left, a legend was born about the ones who came from the sky in black clouds that burned in the sky.

And in telling this legend, the first of the changes began to materialize in the hearts and minds of the recently injected men, as fear crept in and filled them with a brand new perspective on life.

This new emotion clashed heavily with the very limited emotional database humans had been living with up to this point.

It only took a few generations of reproduction for Enki to realize something had gone wrong though.

By this stage there should have been significant changes in the way this creatures mind worked. But the change was minimal at best.

These creatures were learning to simply adapt, and somehow they retained the sense of self worth they had always enjoyed.

Frustrated, Enki began a series of experiments on his modified humans. What he discovered, shocked, and amazed him

In ways he could not understand, it appeared this creature was in fact, two creatures.

Enki began to decipher a series of files that were part of his spoils of war from the invasion of Eden. And what he learned, he could not believe.

These creatures had something called a soul. Something he had never heard of. Something that made these creatures immortal. As far as Enki knew, only The Six Headed Beast was immortal. More than anything, he wanted that! In fact, Enki became obsessed with the idea of living forever.

So obsessed, he entirely forgot why he had attempted to change the humans in the first place.

All that mattered was finding a way to implant or replicate one of these souls into himself.

Experiment after experiment failed. And as these further modified humans got released back among the others, the more damaged the integrity of the humans became.

After several more generations, significant changes could be seen.

So much so that they began to change in their physical appearance over time, not only mentally as the modification was initially supposed to be.

The most significant change was the colour of some of the creatures skin. There seemed to be several distinct skin tones and physical attributes appearing.

Though Enki had yet to discover the secret of the soul, he was forced to turn his attention back to creating a workforce for the mining operation.

He was rather impressed with one particular group that stood out from the others. It appeared this group was going to be the dominant one.

This dominant version of a human had changed almost entirely in colour.

It began with deep dark brown skin like they all had in the beginning.

But now it had transformed to become pale and light coloured, very much like Enki himself.

Up till this point Enki and his crew had lived unnoticed among the humans. But it was time for a change.

It was now about 190,000 Earth years since the Annunaki had left in their flying spaceship leaving Enki and his crew behind.

Enki and his kind lived to be about 360,000 years old in Earth terms. Which meant if he was going to complete the actual mission he was here for, he would have to find success soon. His age was creeping up on him.

The ice sheets that had once covered the Earth had been greatly diminished by this time. And the redistribution of the humans could begin.

Enki had sent for The Annunaki to return. The first mission was to gather all the humans of each kind based on their skin colour.

Then, each “race” was strategically dispersed around the world to the locations that were no longer inhospitable.

There were 4 distinct races based solely on skin tone. Dark brown, light brown, yellow, and white.

The first three races were relocated in their entirety and kept together. The white race however was divided into three groups.

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soepicsokim · 6 years ago

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Chapter 30

I stand there in the kitchen looking at the pancakes as they burn. Dick has his face buried into the crook of my neck. I slowly bring my left hand up and place it in his black hair, “I’m not going anywhere.” My voice is a whisper.

Dick’s arms tighten around my waist, “I don’t know how to handle this. I want to turn back time and take these scars and memories away. I would easily go and find the people who hurt you and hurt them just as bad or worse.” He’s crying now, I feel his tears hit my neck.

My hand in his hair gently tightens, “I love you.” I take a deep breath and turn around in his arms as he holds me tight against him. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, “The scars don’t matter. Besides, each one has made me the person I am now. I wouldn’t trade them in or remove them because without them, I wouldn’t have you.” I lean back and look up at Dick.

He sighs and kisses my forehead, “Let’s go out and eat. I’ll clean the burned pancake mess once we come back home.”

I smile, “Brenda’s?”

Dick rolls his eyes and kisses my forehead again, “Go get dressed princess.”

I giggle and fly to the bed room. I grab one of Dick’s blue t shirts and a pair of black leggings. I quickly put them on and walk to the bathroom to fix my mess of hair. I grab my brush and start brushing my hair, when I get to a knot in my hair I stick my tongue out a little as I focus on getting the knot out.

“You’re adorable.”

I jump at the sound of Dick’s voice as I quickly whip my head to the side to see him leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed watching me. I look him over and smile. He’s wearing a black fitted t shirt with tight blue jeans. “You look nice.”

Dick smiles, “As do you.” He tilts his head to the side, “Is that my shirt?”

I smirk, “Maybe.”

He chuckles as he walks up to me and gently takes my hair into his hand and the hairbrush into the other. “Here, let me help.” He starts brushing my hair and gently gets all the knots out. “Hmmm, I think a side braid would be nice.” He starts braiding my hair off to the left side of my head.

I smile and watch him, “Thank you.”

That night

I’m sitting on the roof of the apartment building watching the lights of the city. It’s peaceful tonight. I can only hope it stays that way while Dick is on patrol. He needs a night to just relax and enjoy running around the city.

“Duchess?”

“Yes Death?” I look over at Jason with a raised eyebrow.

“Where’s Dick?” Jason sits down beside me and looks out over Bludhaven.

I sigh and look around the city until my eyes land on Dick perched on top of The BPD building. “At work. Why are you here Zombie?”

“I’ve been worried about you. That was a massive panic attack and Two Face had a gun against your head.” He looks at me from the side of his eyes and sighs.

I sigh but never take my eyes off Dick. “It was like I couldn’t function. I was flying over the city and next thing I knew i was on the ground and I couldn’t make my body work.” I turn to face Jason, “I was thinking about when stewart took me and how I killed all those people. Jason,” I sigh and look back at the city, “I’m a monster. Those people didn’t deserve to die that way. Burned by a supernova. I don’t kill. I try not to kill. I’m not the experiment Lex and Ra’s created.”

Jason sighs, “You were taken, you were scared, and you probably thought those people were going to hand you back over to Lex or Ra’s.” Jason gently rubs a tear off of my cheek, “Just because Lex and Ra’s altered your genes, that does not mean you are a monster. Do you understand me? If you were a monster, Dick would not love you. Damian would not protect you. Bruce and your dad would have locked you up. To top it all off no one would have looked for you once you went missing.”

I turn away as I cry more and look out at the city, “Jason, I can’t. We, we can’t.” I fall shortly off the roof then fly back up and I look at Jason. “I feel your emotions. I don’t love you like I love Dick. I can’t love you like I love him. He’s here.” I point to my heart then wipe my tears from my face. “And Jason, when you hear his thoughts all the time. I know him. I love him.” I wipe my tears again then look up at Jason and see Dick back off in the background. I shake my head and hold up my hand, “Stay. I need a moment.”

Jason quickly stands up and tries to reach for me before I fly away. Our fingertips barely brush before he watches me fly off towards Metropolis. “DANG IT!!!!!” He throws his helmet and lets out a pained scream.

Dick walks up and places his hand on Jason’s shoulder. “Jay! Jason! Let her go! Let! Her! Go!” Dick’s voice is full of anger and determination. He pulls off his domino mask with great force, “I just got her back after a massive panic attack and from being taken from someone who I thought was my best friend. And I find you here, with MY GIRLFRIEND. I SWEAR TO GOD JAY, YOU MAKE HER LEAVE I’LL BREAK YOU WORSE THAN JOKER DID!”

Jason clenches his jaw and his fists at the same time. In one swift move he turns around and punches Dick in the nose breaking it. “You don’t get to talk to me about Lydia.” Jason huffs and looks at Dick holding his nose, “YOU MAY BE HER SOULMATE! YOU MAY BE THE ONE SHE CHOSE! BUT! SHE AND I ARE CONNECTED ALSO! UNTIL YOU MARRY HER SHE IS FREE REIGN TO BOTH OF US! I WILL DO ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING I HAVE TO TO KEEP HER SAFE! IF THAT MEANS MAKING HER LEAVE YOU THEN I’LL DO IT!”

Dick stands up straight and looks Jason in the eyes, “You heard her, she loves me. Let her go Jason! Be her friend, be her future brother in law. I forgive you for breaking my nose, but I don’t want to see you again.” He walks off towards the fire escape to the apartment. As he gets to the edge he looks over his shoulder at Jason, “Oh, Jason, get out of my town.” He climbs down the firescape and into the apartment.

Dick climbs into the apartment through the window right as his cell phone buzzes. He pulls out his phone to see a message from Clark.

Clark: What did you do to my daughter?

Dick sighs as he grabs the first aid kit and walks to the bathroom. He grabs his phone and responds.

Dick: It was Jason, not me. I’ll be there after I fix my broken nose.

Dick sets down his phone then looks in the mirror. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes before he sets his nose and bandages it. He lets out a grunt as he pulls off his Nightwing outfit and pulls on a black shirt and dark jeans. He quickly grabs his phone and keys and races out of the apartment and down the stairs. He jumps onto his motorcycle and takes off through town heading towards Clarks place in metropolis.

I sit on my dad’s couch holding one of the decorative pillows that Diana has placed around the place. “I can leave if you want. I shouldn’t have come.” I look at the floor and hold the pillow closer to me.

Clark sits next to me and gently lays a hand on my shoulder, “You are my daughter. I will never want you to leave.” He gently rubs his hand on my back in a comforting motion, “Lydia, talk to me. I’m your father, let me help.”

I sigh and look at him from the side of my eye, “You look like the man that was my father. But my father died when my mother died.” I stand up and hand him the pillow I was holding. “I’ll leave. I should probably get back to-” A frantic knock on the door cut me off. I look to Clark and he just motions me to open the door. I nod and walk towards the door as another frantic knock sounds through the place.

Slowly placing my hand on the door knob, I take a breath and put on a straight face and try to stop my tears. I turn the knob and open the door, “Can I help….you?” I see Dick standing in the hallway breathing hard. His chest is rising and falling and the bandage on his nose is full of blood.

Dick holds up a hand as he puts his hands on his knees and takes deep breaths. “I…..need…..to….ask…. You….. something.” He almost hyperventilates between each word.

I look at him with worry, “Oh God. Dick, your nose. CLARK! ICE. He needs ice.” I gently grab onto his arm and try to pull him into Clarks apartment but he wouldn’t move. He just stands up and shakes his head. “No. are you seriously telling me no? You’re hurt and you can’t breath and you won’t let me help yo-”

Dick places a hand on my mouth, “Shut. Up.” He clears his throat and sticks his hand in his pocket, “Lydia Amy Lee Kent, I meant what I said two night ago. I meant what I said this morning.” He looks behind me and sees my dad then looks back at me, “I have loved you my entire life. This isn’t how I wanted to ask you and this isn’t how it was planned. But-”

I eye him wearily as he takes my left hand and gets down on one knee. I turn and look at my dad, “Daddy? What-”

Clark cuts me off, “Let the man speak.”

I look back at Dick, He is now on one knee with a ring in his hand. A small thin rose gold band with a rose on top. The entire ring looked metal with one diamond in the center of the rose. I slowly put my right hand over my mouth, “Marshmallow?”

Dick smiles up at me and takes a breath, “I love you. I always have. Even when you went missing. I never gave up hope. I never wanted to believe you were truly gone.” He takes another breath, “I heard your voice in my head so much. I knew your thoughts, your wants. I just never knew where you were until you came back into my life.” A tear slides down his cheek, “I promise to love you more, to keep you safe, to tell you stories when you get stress out. I promise to be by your side forever.”

Dick clears his throat again and looks deep into my eyes. Mentally and verbally he asks, “Lydia Amy Lee Kent, will you marry me?”

A/N: OMG!!! FINALLY??!! What will Lydia's answer be? Is Clark and Lydia finally being family? Will Jason ruin the relationship? STAY TUNED!

Tags: @ellana-ravenwood @starrynight-sky @audreythetealovingcat @nerd-dgirl @theycallmeamillennial @redhoodshood

#Chapter 30 #Lydia Kent #Dick Grayson #Clark Kent #jason todd #main story

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aeirwen · 7 years ago

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First Everything

“Ch...Choi Saeyoung-ah! Regardless of what I do, please kiss me no matter what!!”

Choi Saeyong x MC/OC Rated M for Fwaffy Smut~ (You know how sometimes you’re really in the mood at first but change your mind later? Yeah...) Rated Good Question because, hmm...good question...safe for work. Word Count: 4,122

Most people who know me will often say this to me: “Lee Chaerin, you’re such a sadist!”

And, well, when you hear the words that flutter from my lips, perhaps, truly, I am. But the honest truth is that I’m still just a pure maiden at heart. That, the honest truth is, I’m still a virgin who has yet to even have my first kiss.

Yes, I am twenty-one years old and have never been kissed.

And yes, my name is Lee Chaerin. And while we do have the same name, I wished I could be as bad of a bitch as CL.

Today, I will be sharing with you my first kiss and my first time with my first everything.

“Lee Chaerin-ah.”

“Yes?”

That moment, when I had looked up from the chopping block, I had almost instantaneously made one of the biggest mistakes I could ever make in my entire life.

“Aigoo! JINJJAAAAaaaaAAAAaaaAAAAA~!!!”

My dear ol’ boyfriend that I’ve finally started living with had decided to come up right next to me, while I was preparing lunch in the kitchen, had decided to call for my attention only to attempt at surprising me with a kiss. Only, the moment I knew what he was doing, I had instinctively panicked, cried, and almost drove a knife up his head.

And...in an attempt to hide how flustered I am, I instead shout at the red head who looked as though he saw his life flashed before his eyes.

“Are you for real? Are you crazy?” Holding up the knife and shaking it in my first, I frowned upon Choi Saeyoung who only laughed and teared up. “Do you have a death wish!?”

It’s not that I don’t really want to be kissed...by him... It’s just that...actually, honestly, I’m just really, really scared. I’m surprised that, even after being a couple months into our relationship, he hasn’t even dumped me for our lack of intimacy yet, which I am really thankful for, but I wonder every single day if he’ll get tired of this.

I really do, honestly, want to kiss him too...

But, really.... He could have seriously picked a better time...

I can’t blame him for everything though. At the very least he tries. The only person getting in our way is me.

Like that one time we were watching a movie...

“Aigoo, jinjja... Not in front of Saeran-ah.” And Saeran decided to retreat to his room to give us some alone time. Nonetheless, I was too flustered to let Saeyoung try again because I kept my palm over my mouth for the rest of the movie.

Or that other time when we decided to loiter around a small, dirty-ish fountain after dinner in the local nightly food market, he decided that the atmosphere was a little more romantic than usual, but I, on the other hand....

“Aigoo!! JinjjaAAAaa!! Saeyoung-ah! We’re in public!”

Or the other time we were dancing on the street and he dipped me but I...

“AIGOO, JINJJJAAAA!!!”

...and pushed his face away with my hand, resulting in being dropped on the concrete.

He hasn’t gotten mad at me about it yet, or confronted me about it. Of course, I know he’s frustrated... He’ll do the frustrated smile, he’ll laugh halfheartedly, he’ll ruffle up his hair, before giving me some space. I’m only sorry that I don’t have the courage to kiss and be kissed. Something as small and simple as that, why is it now harder than it seems?

Our relationship has been like this for the past six months we’ve known each other and the one month we’ve been living together.

That’s right, for pretty much half a year, our relationship has never been “physical”...and I’m the cock blocker.

But that stops today...

That STOPS TODAY!!

“Ch...Choi Saeyoung-ah!” After pumping myself up in the bathroom, telling myself that I could do this. That I can say it. That it will happen. That, for the first time in my life, I will finally have my first kiss!! I marched right up to Choi Saeyoung with every intention of making this first kiss happen. With my brows tightly knit and look of shear determination on my face, I slammed my palms onto the back of the couch and leaned over his head. “Regardless of what I do, please kiss me no matter what!!” I shouted, waiting for him impatiently.

But who would turn around and face me would be none other than Choi Saeran with a scowling face perhaps just as red as his hair...

Shocked, I gaped at him and stumbled back, completely bewildered by the fact that I’ve just mistaken my boyfriend for his twin and asked for a kiss. “S-Saeran-ah...” My face instantaneously began not only heat up but numb once I felt the tingling in my cheeks.

“Aigooo...Chaerin-ah!” came Saeyoung’s voice from behind me “Do you really mean it?” he asked, approaching me with his hands pressed against his cheeks with a dopey grin on his face. He giggled, “Geez, I’m so embarrassed!”

“D-Don’t touch me!” I scrunched my face up into a frown and pushed past him, slapping his arm away when he reached for me. Red-faced and upset at myself, I was already trying to hide the tears welling up in my eye lids as I headed straight for the room we shared.

It was a quiet night...for me, and from me. Saeyoung had tried his best to comfort me, telling me he knows how I get whenever I get a little too determined to do something and that it was alright. That, at some point, I was bound to mistake Saeran for him because they were twins after all, but that was beside the point.

The point was, I was really determined to kiss Saeyoung. That I literally gave myself a pep talk in the bathroom. That not only am I absolutely embarrassed, sigh...I really,really felt bad...

When will Saeyoung and I finally kiss? When will I ever actually ever be ready?

I turned around in our bed, laying on my side so that I can face him while he snored away. “Saeyoung-ah...” I called softly, pouting and frowning as I leaned closer to him. I had to prop myself up a little bit before pressing a soft kiss to his temple before laying back down again. “I’m sorry...”

“Hmm...” he smiled slightly, perhaps still a bit awake, reaching out to me to pull me into his arms. The scent of him permeated my senses as I flushed in his embrace, closing my eyes to fall into a deep sleep as well in the comfort of his warmth.

Some day I’ll be brave enough to let our lips touch...

“Saeyoung-ah...I love you....”

“Ah...there he is,” I muttered to myself, sitting by myself on the sidewalk bench with my leg crossed over the other, the slit of my dress teasingly exposing a bit of my thigh as I closed my umbrella. No, it wasn’t raining out. I just didn’t like the sun shining down on me. I spend hundred of dollars on my skin for a reason. I stood up on my aching feet as Saeyoung slowed down to a stop right in front of me and stepped into the passenger seat, kicking off my heals as I clicked my seat belt on. As he began to speed off, I leaned back and closed my eyes, yawning to myself, finally able to sit back and relax.

“How was work today?” was what he usually asked whenever he picked me up, and I would answer...

“Busy as usual.”

I work at a pretty popular skincare shop in the mall so the demand for miscellaneous products were pretty high, not to mention the number of high school girls on their summer break who come in interested and don’t buy anything because they can’t afford it even with the sales we held. They’re still babies, they should actually wait until they’re in their twenties unless they have fast aging genes.

“Have you ate yet?”

Slowly, I turned to look at Saeyoung and sighed out, trying to suppress another yawn. “I’m not sure if I’m more hungry or more tired.”

“Ohh....that’s not good. No matter how tired you are, you should never go to sleep on an empty stomach.”

I groaned at him, “I don’t want to hear that from someone who lives off of Honey Buddha Chips and PhD Pepper!” He simply chuckled at me, turning the corner, confusing me. This wasn’t the way to go home. “Saeyoung-ah...”

“Hmm?”

“Where are we going?”

I got even more confused when he turned into the parking garage...of the mall...before paying for a parking ticket and rolling up the levels.

“We’re going shopping.”

I really tried... I really tried not to let out a tantrum as I whined like a pissed child. “Why? My feet are tired,” I pouted, throwing a little fit in the car as he parked in reverse.

Saeyoung only unbuckled his seat belt and turned to reach for something in the back. “Yeah, that’s why I thought you might need these.” I stared at him before eyeing my fuzzy, pink bunny slippers, giving him a frowny smile.

“But I work here.”

“No you don’t, not when you’re off the clock. Come on, let’s go!”

“What are we buying?”

“Ah...hmmm....hmmmm.....” He thought about it for a moment. “I didn’t really think this through, but probably some clothes, some toiletries, and a duffel bag.”

“Huh? Why? Where are we going?”

“I thought I’d let Saeran-ah have some alone time at home with Chaeyeon.”

“Ohhh!! I nodded before clicking my tongue. “Then you could have just packed some clothes from home so we wouldn’t have to spend so much money on mall clothes.”

“Aww, then that wouldn’t be fun,” he mouthed with a funny voice. “I want to take you shopping sometimes too.”

I only simply smiled at him before slipping on my slippers and getting out of the car with him, reaching for his hand as we made our way towards the mall. Our fingers laced together as we walked together, side by side, step by step.

“Honestly though, the fact that the four of our names are way too similar.”

“Chaerin-ah, Chaeyeon-ah, Saeran-ah, and Saeyoung, right? Haha!!”

“It’s like whoever put our fates together like this didn’t consider how similar our names were until now.”

It was moments like these were Saeyoung and I were our most intimate, strolling about somewhere in the city with our fingers laced together, only to separate for brief moments to pick something up, exchange money for goods and services, and other things like to eat or even to feed each other and try each other’s foods and deserts. I think this is where we know we love each other most.

Our relationship isn’t intensely passionate like those in the movies, or the dramas, or in novels. Our relationship isn’t boring either to the point where we do anything with each other at all. I think our relationship is quite a comforting relationship where we do nothing together and just bask within the presence of the other. Just knowing he is here with me, snacking on mall food, shopping for clothes and matching pajamas, and listening to him joke around or poke fun at the things around us, doing nothing together like this... Unless, it’s only become I’m the least energetic one. I hope that the excitable him doesn’t become bored by someone as inconspicuous as me.

“Saeyoung-ah, I love you.”

I stared straight over at Saeyoung as he excitedly mimicked the giant sea turtle behind him in the glass, watching him stop in surprise when I said something I wasn’t even entirely sure I actually said. Somehow, after shopping and eating in the mall, we ended up going to the aquarium near where Saeyoung booked

“Wait, did I say something? Ahh... Ah!”

Pretty sure I actually said what I think I said, I turned around in embarrassment and started walking away from him until a hand caught my wrist. And like in those cliched romance dramas, I turned around and looked up at Saeyoung with my lips agape.

Smiling shyly and blushing, as fish swam all around us in this open ocean exhibit, he said, “I love you too.” For a moment, with his eyes side glancing away in timidness, he bit his bottom lip before looking into my eyes, slowly leaning down close to me.

Oh no! He’s going to kiss me!

Immediately panicking, I yelped and hid my face in his chest. “Someone’s coming!” It was the quickest excuse I could give, but it was not a lie either as a couple came by, holding hands, smiling at each other, and sharing a quick peck on their lips.

We stayed still like that until the sounds of their footsteps were far enough from us. I took a deep breath, stepping back and pressing a hand against my face to try and hide how flustered I was as Saeyoung only looked away from me, perhaps trying to mask his frustration, trying his very best not to let me see it... Not only did my cheeks feel numb, but my eyes also felt hot. Not from the embarrassment, but from the worry...

He must be frustrated with me and at the end of his rope from being rejected by me like this time and time again.

Saeyoung-ah...I’m sorry....

All alone in the hotel room after my shower, I sat on the bed waiting for Saeyoung to get out of the shower after a quick discussion with Zen. Of course, why in the world did I choose Zen? ‘All men are beast!’ he’d say. ‘He’ll eat you up! Be careful!!”

There were only three other people I could rely on, but one of them hates me because I resemble someone who traumatized him, I absolutely hate the other one because his so called love for my sister blinded him from doing what he should have done from the start and then all of this bullshit wouldn’t have happened in the first place, and my sister is still with him and slowly recovering...

She didn’t want to live with me, and I understand that. I’m basically a stranger to her since we were both adopted by two different families... ...but every now and then, I check up on them. I check up on her and constantly remind her of who I am and how much she means to me and how long I’ve been looking for her and how much I truly love her, that if I could go back in time and stop everything, I would. I would give my life to do so.

In a perfect world, she’d be better. She’d have already gotten better. But this is not a perfect world...

‘If it weren’t for you, none of this would have happened,’ I once told him, ‘If you had stopped her, told her ‘no’, got her the help she really needed, even if that means I would have never found her, none of us would have suffered like this. You may truly love her, and I believe that, but if it meant doing things, even if you knew they were wrong, that is the worst way of loving someone. I can never forgive you. You should have been stern with her. You should have made her keep going or find someone else who could help her. If you had just told everyone the truth, none of this would have happened. If you had just called the police, we would have never been in this mess. I would have rather not met any of you if you could have prevented all of this from the start.’

But the fact of the matter is...I wasn’t there... I was never there... I don’t know how she lived her life. I only hear things. Imagine things. I’m not there to witness anything and I was never there to save her...

All of this is my fault...

If it weren’t for me...

And yet...he answered me....

The one I should be angry at...is me....

‘I’m sure that Luciel knows you’re nervous. Perhaps you’re just not ready. Rika told me about your birth mother, about how horrible their relationship was, and how he put the blame on you when your mother left the way she did. None of that is your fault. I know you love Luciel, and that he really, truly loves you too. If you’re not ready, I’m sure he knows. Maybe he seems frustrated, but I don’t think that makes him love you any less. When you’re truly ready, I’m sure he’ll respect that. Sometimes you’re scared of the dark, but sometimes you just have to keep going in order to find the light.’

I sat there, wiping my tears away, biting my lip and frowning at the phone before texting him back, ‘Please don’t call him Luciel.’ To which he only responded with a, ‘Haha, I’m sorry,’ and a selfie of him and my sister having late night jolly meals with matching toys together at MacRonalds.

She looked...really happy.... And a lot healthier. She’s not as bony as she was when I saw her for the first time in thirteen years. She was always beautiful and bright, the one I’ve always looked up to. To me, she was like the sun in the sky. No matter how dark it was when our mother and her boyfriend argued and fought, my sister was always the light in the dark.

Honestly, I’m a little jealous of how happy she looks with him. I don’t know if it’s because I envy how affectionate and intimate they are together or if it’s because she seems to be a lot happier with him around than me, but nonetheless, I am happy for her.

I wonder what would have happened if the family that adopted me had stayed in Korea. Would I have been able to meet with her? Would I have been able to find her?

I suppose it’s no use wondering now.

“Are you okay?” I looked to him the moment I heard his voice. Saeyoung was drying his hair with a towel before plopping down next to me in his matching pajamas. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He poked at me before repeating in a funny voice, “Why are you crying?” he asked, nodding his head back and forth before poking at my ticklish spots. “Why are you crying?” he repeated before full on tickling me as I became unable to hold in my laughter, trying to stop his hands with mine until I was suddenly on my back with him on top of me.

I stared up at his face and I couldn’t help myself again. Tears welled up in my eye lids as he only looked down at me confused while my face contorted with sadness. “Saeyoung-ah, you know I love you right?”

“Right,” he answered, nodding as he pulled his glasses off and placed them on the night stand.

Biting my trembling lip, I suddenly burst out crying with, “I’m sorry!! I’m sorry!!” With him staring down at me confused, I continued quickly before he can say anything else, “I really want to kiss you, I do! But I don’t know why I get so nervous or scared! God, I hate myself. I don’t know what in the world I actually want. Do I want to kiss you or not? I know I want to! But why, at every single moment, every single chance, every time you come closer, I push you away or hide? Just what in the world do I want? I don’t know what to do with myself! I--ah!” I paused, staring up at Saeyoung with wide eyes. Did he just kiss me in the middle of all that? “AHHH!!!”

cOMPLETely flustered, I pushed his face away and turned my back to him, hiding my face with my hands.

“I don’t know what you want me to do when you tell me you really want to kiss me.”

“Y-Y-Y-You could have given me a warning or waited until I was finished and ready!” I shouted, turning to look at him only to watch him stare off blankly into the void.

He pressed his hands against his red cheeks before turning his face to look at me. “Did we just kiss?”

Baffled by his question, I suddenly threw my fists at his shoulders. “You’re asking that now?! You should have warned me or something or let me know you were going to kiss me!!”

“But if I warned you, you wouldn’t have been kissed.”

“Precisel--” I stared at himbefore laying down on my back. “You can kiss me now, I won’t do anything.”

“R-really?”

The moment Saeyoung straddled and leaned over me once more, I shut my eyes tightly before squeaking out a, “y-yeah....!” But would escape my lips soon after was not a moan of pleasure, but a laugh from stimulation. He tickled me again for one small moment, and when I regained some of my composure, I knew why he did it. It was because I had my guard up again, I was still tense and nervous and I was expecting the kiss, just as he said.

“Chaerin-ah, you know I love you too, right?” I only nodded shyly, biting my lips before glancing away to try and get rid of my timidness. “We don’t really have to kiss just yet if you’re not ready.”

A little dejected and hurt, my fingers clutched themselves against my chest. “It has to be now while we’re alone because I’ll never know when I’m ready. I really do want to be more affectionate and intimate with you, but I don’t know what’s stopping me, so I need you to close the gap for me. I don’t know what I’m afraid of, but it’s not you. I really do love you. I know what I want, I just don’t know how to get there.”

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

Taking a deep breath, and looking at him eye to eye, I nodded before gently closing my eyes, trying so hard not to suddenly tense up and become nervous. I could feel his body heat coming closer and closer as the bed shifted when he leaned forward. I could feel his breath on my lips just before he gently placed a small peck on my lips. My eyes fluttered open and suddenly shy, my fingers curled up at my cheeks and I stared down, feeling my lips numb to the sensation. Not numb...but...they felt fuzzy and weird, but not horrible....

“Is it okay to kiss you more?” he asked, which only made me blush harder, but I nodded quietly as he leaned in closer, again, and took my soft lips with his. My heart began to pound with a slow, but frightening intensity as I let Saeyoung take care of the situation, gasping at the flavor his kiss, moaning timidly and softly when they trailed down my neck.

“S-Saeyoung-ah...” I breathed, feeling his hands trail up my shirt. My fingers began to curl into my palm tighter, my nails beginning to dig into my flesh. “S-Saeyoung-ah...!” The feel of his callous touch against my skin was electrifying and burning at the same time. With my fists pressed harder against my cheeks, I squeaked, “Saeyoung-ah! T-to fast! St-stop! A-ahh....!” I bit my lip before accidentally breathing out a shaky breath. “Haah...jinjja....” Unable to look at him, I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath, unable to tell if I was scared, pleasured, or both.

But nonetheless, I don’t think I’m ready to go that far yet.

“Sorry, I got ahead of myself,” he apologized and I only shyly looked over at him, not sure what to tell him. I’m not sure if I’m ready to go that far yet, I’ve only just had my first kiss today, so...

The truth is, now that I’ve felt that, I really do want him, but is that a bridge I’m ready to cross?

“Saeyoung-ah, I want you too...” I admitted.

“Hah...” he chuckled before hiding his face with his hand, “What am I supposed to do when you say things like that?”

“You’re supposed to love me with all your heart.”

What am I doing? Spouting out embarrassing nonsense like that. But nonetheless, if not now, then when. I do want him, I do want all of him, I’ve always just been so afraid of getting what I want. If it’s not given to me, I don’t know how to take it, and even when it is, I’m scared so just give me all of you. It’s always you that I want.

For me, I’ve been waiting. I’ve always been waiting. Every chance that’s been given to me, I pass up because I’m still waiting.

I don’t want this chance to pass without me doing anything, so please take me with you. Just pull my hand and I’ll follow, because I truly do love you.

Cuddled up in bed, with his arms wrapped around me, Choi Saeyoung pressed a soft kiss to my bare shoulder, “Are you alright?”

I only blushed softly and held his hands with mine. “Saeyoung-ah...I love you,” I answered, pressing my face into the pillow as he only cuddled me closer.

“I love you too, Chaerin.”

I like being independent Not so much of an investment No one to tell me what to do

I like being by myself Don’t gotta entertain anybody else No one to answer to

But sometimes I just want somebody to hold Someone to give me their jacket when it’s cold Got that young love even when we’re old.

Yeah, sometimes I want someone to grab my hand Pick me up, pull me close, be my man I will love you ‘til the end

“Dear No One” by Tori Kelly

Author’s Note:

Har, har, har!! I’m sorry if this ended off pretty anticlimatic... I don’t know what happened, but I just seemed to have suddenly...lost interest in it. And no matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t.... You know. I just couldn’t.

But for the most part, I hope you enjoyed some of it.

#choi saeyoung #707 #god seven #mystic messenger #fanfiction #saeyoung choi #seven #lucky seven #hacker god #seven defender of justice #one of many #the love of my life #choi saeyoung-shi

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these---days · 8 years ago

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1. Favourite colour --> Green.. but sometimes purple, or Teal... idk

2. Number of people you’ve slept with --> 2 3. Cake or ice cream? I don’t care for dessert but Cake over Ice Cream 4. If you were a superhero what would your power be? Seeing the future so I can 1) win the lottery to give money to all of the people and 2) see future regrets and change them as necessary 5. Ever been in a fist fight? Yup... or well, it was one sided as the person was being a drunk douche. I’m pretty patient and not easily angered but was the last straw when they were crap to an ex... so i ran across the room and their face met my fist as we went through a window ;). 6. Do you live in the country or the city? City 7. Biggest kink? I really can not think of anything... it’s been a while since I even gave a shit... refer to my #2 response lol 8. Favourite video-game? Assassin’s Creed 2....Classic maybe Crash Bandicoot or Zelda: A Link to The Past (honourable mentions - Heavy Rain bcuz it was the first game of it’s kind, NHL 200 something cuz I played it for a straight week and Parappa the Rapper for the memories I had while playing it) 9. Words you live by? I’m not religious but, “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, Courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference” 10. Best book you’ve ever read? Okay well this changes constantly there’s been a lot. Great Gatsby and Lord of the Flies were my first... Stone Butch Blues made me tear up after 20 pages... The Alchemist... The Hours... Tom Robbins though hands down has the best books. If you can’t tell I have a hard time with decisions or ONE STRAIGHT ANSWER (no pun intended) 11. Favourite film? .... REALLY... same as above, too many. The Hours, Girl, Interrupted, Eternal Sunshine, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Requiem for a Dream.... and honorable mention is Rocky Horror because I wouldn’t call it my fav but I do love it 12. Horror or romance? neither 13. Biggest fear? I’m usually more afraid of the anticipation of a thing than the actual THING... Otherwise no real “fears” in particular, I just spoke easily and get nervous a lot 14. Best memory? I have no idea. Maybe my 19th birthday weekend. First time people actually worked hard at surprising me, I felt really cared about and important to people outside of my family AND the girl I liked (but swore I wouldn’t tell bcuz I couldn’t lose anymore friends based on being a lesbian) kissed me. So that was a high. 15. Worst memory? There have been a lot... but to be honest everything becomes pretty neutral or numb (for best or worst memories) 16. Where are you from? Toronto, Canada 17. Ever done anal? no thankssss 18. Would you prefer to be Mary Berry’s grandchild or Paul Hollywood’s bitch? I would like to “Berry” “Hollywood” 19. Favourite outfit? Ugh I do not have one right now... maybe my underwear and a baseball shirt since that is usually my go to bed/not going out outfit ;) 20. Snapchat or Instagram? i dont care 21. If you could freeze time what would you do? nothing. I’m fucking frozen. 22. Best LUSH product in your opinion? Who knows, a bath bomb? I don’t go here 23. Should people wear red shirts or brown pants in your presence? nothing is the correct answer .. my life is so sad that I am still answering these 24. Favourite television character? Willow Rosenberg 25. Do you have a nemesis? Time, money, the patriarchy, capitalism, heterosexism... must I go on? 26. Are you a hard-worker? When other people are depending on me for sure. If it’s only for myself... not so much I think. But for a job, ya I’ll work harder than probably necessary to my disadvantage typically. 27. What’s the best holiday you’ve ever been on? Backpacking Australia 2012 with my sis 28. What’s your dream? I have none 29. Where do you see your life ending up? well... it wasn’t here that’s for sure 30. Describe your last sexual encounter. LOL I CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER IT ITS BEEN THAT LONG 31. Cake by the ocean or sex on the beach? Cake by the Ocean... of course? 32. Ever done drugs? Obviously... Tylenol is a fucking drug you know ;) 33. Harry Potter or Lord Of The Rings? LOTR 34. Are you a jock or a nerd? lol... NERD... my best job in sports usually consisted of getting hit for the sake of the team 35. On a scale of 8 to 34.7, how gay are you? I am a strong 5.8 on the Kinsey Scale 36. Do you live for Tumblr discourse or hate it? meh 37. Favourite trashy television show? ugh sadly I will watch are you the one? or Survivor, Big Brother, MTV’s the Challenge 38. Last time you watched porn? lol i dont even know... also not even really my thing tbh 39. Do you have a recurring sexual fantasy? nope 40. Weirdest dream you ever had? i dont even know 41. Ever had mental health issues? yup 42. What’s the answer to the question you wish someone would ask you? no way, really? you’re joking! (lol) 43. Do you wish people paid more attention to you? omg no 44. Do you have anyone who you’d happily slap right across their chops? we live in a world with Trump in it... also about 2649473647823648232 political and capitalist assholes 45. Dog person or cat person? I can be both but DOGSSSSSS ... i became allergic to cats but I still end up all over them and suffer the consequences :’(

46. Sneakers or heels? LOL sneakers. No one needs to witness me in heels 47. Favourite cocktail? GT 48. Day or night? I’m a night person but I WISH I was a day person 49. Pokémon or Digimon? -mon 50. How big is your dick? YUGE 51. Favourite musical? Ugh I think I had a new one but oh well, Phantom of the Opera was my old one... Mamma Mia only because it’s all ABBA 52. Favourite song? Exit to a Movie by Radiohead but the version Westworld played during season 1. I love SO many though. (I will always love Cat Power and Regina Spektor though) 53. Are you secretly a goblin/alien/android? I am a Gob-lien-droid 54. Why are you like this? I’m sure it’s a mix genes, timing, contextual influence of the social determinants of health, my individual intersections and situational freedoms... along with my “choose my own adventure” decisions or non-decisions in life ;). THAT A COMPLETE ENOUGH FUCKING ANSWER FOR YA 55. What’s your guilty pleasure? sleep. Also sadly the movie Imagine you and me... omg #whatasap 56. What would you say if I said ‘I love you’? weird 57. What’s the story behind your URL? It’s from the movie Amelie 58. Tell me something that worries you. everything pretty much all the time... I would really love some regular massages. Or to remember the time when for a while I had no worries, had no tension and slept like a fucking BABY 59. What have you been worrying about today? Falling (literally), the work I have to get done, Money, School, Life after school, future work, decisions about where to live and what work options I’ll have, getting a dog, If I’ll have to date again to help make those decisions lol... Also accidentally became a klepto and found something in my luggage from a trip that I feel bad for taking... I don’t even know how or why it happened lol 60. I’m only sending you these questions because I have a crush on you and I’m too tragic to actually just say it. TOO BAD FOR YOUUUUU SUCKAAA 61. Hot dogs or burgers? depends 62. Nintendo or the other trash-consoles? Going outside 63. Which fandom ruined a show that you used to like? none. I dont know... fandoms do not define me! 64. What do you wish you could tell your best friend? I’ve got nothing 65. Tell us a deep dark secret. I have a secret... it’s is deep.... but it is also dark.... 66. Are you curious about having a man in leather spank your botty 'til it’s all red? I think I’m good but have fun with that 67. Favourite Tumblr couple? How do you even know tumblr couples?! 68. Do you have any dietary quirks? Nope.. maybe I’m getting lactose sensitive sometimes? Mostly I think it’s stress though 69. Do you want to have someone pleasure your genitals orally while you do the same to theirs? Not right no thanks I’m busyyyyy 70. How old are you? 31 last friday... 71. Which Buzzfeed listicle sums up your existence? WHAT IS A LISTICLE..also I ain’t got time for thattt 72. Do you have any pets? not anymore :’(... I got allergic to them #STORYOFMYLIFE 73. What colour underwear are you wearing? The are green and pink. Dark green with like jungle like leaves and flamingos <3. (American Eagle short briefs idk what they are called..) 74. Boxers or briefs? read #73 75. Fuck me, Ray Bradbury? You seem unsure of yourself there... or were you just giving an angry rant at yourself and then asking if Ray Bradbury was around... hmmm 76. Which television show do you want to last forever? Buffy but it isn’t on TV anymore and instead in Comic form 77. In a zombie apocalypse how long would you last? Instantly dead for sure... I’d just drop a huge rock on my head and be done with it lol 78. Do you have good internet connection or do you want to punch your router every ten minutes? ALSO WANT TO PUNCH EVERYTHING WITH MY INTERNET CONNECTION 79. Would you find it somewhat saucy if I sent bawdy nudes in your direction? Not particularly... unless you were serious about them and then I’d use like paint and make them hilarious haha omg ya that’d be great 80. Which country has the best flag? I was horrible about georgraphy lol.... I would throw knowing flags into that category 81. Do you consider yourself *iconic*? I consider myself *ironic* ... ew wait not in a hipster way... just wanted to throw out Alanis since that’s what came to mind here 82. Most overrated food? Bacon 83. Most overrated film? So many 84. Most overrated television show? Friends 85. Most overrated type of cheese? Babybel 86. Which brand would you never shop at? There’s a few ethical ones but also gotta check privilege with whether you can afford to skip some stores/brands 87. Wisdom, courage, or power? Wisdom 88. Would you prefer to travel in time and stay in the same spot, or travel in space with time elapsing as normal? Space would give me anxiety... but staying in the same spot would give me anxiety. CONUNDRUM 89. What’s the best birthday present you ever got? A girlfriend...For more on that check the “best memory” response I guess... although brithday present makes it sound like a person was an object/commodity that could be claimed and that’s not what I mean... trying to be funny just got serious RIGHT QUICK 90. What present do you wish someone would give you? I have no real wants.. just time with people. Or one day for all my friends to be together and nobody disliked anyone and could have a good time and get along for me... actually that would be the best present in the world but will never happen so alas, there is no reason for birthday parties anymore 91. Do you have an ex? Why did you break up? Yes. We had expired on our 9 lives. 91. Why does 91 appear on this list twice now? Because you typed it twice 92. Spare a thought for the humble creator of this list, it’s difficult to think of this many questions. Make the list shorter 93. Do you prefer anons or non-anons? onions 94. Who do you wish you could have sex with more than any other? more than any other...... ??? 95. What is your spirit animal? A KOALA, the sleep for like 22-23 hours of the day 96. Do you have one word that you really love the sound of? Tangent. Conundrum... idk 97. Do you still have any of your stuffed toys from when you were a kid?yup 98. What makes you super nostalgic? Random things, nothing particular 99. Give me an answer to a random one of these questions. (But don’t make it a shit answer like 'yes’. Don’t be an asshole.) asshole 100. What’s your favourite cocktail? SUP REPEAT 101. Sonic screwdriver or Ron’s shit broken wand from the second Potter book? OOGA BOOGA MAN FROM CRASH BANDICOOT lol 102. Laptop or PC? laptop 103. What’s the sexiest accent in your opinion? meh 104. Would you let Donald Trump tickle your nipples for an hour for £6,000,000? FUCK DONALD TRUMP ... i can’t even be funny with this one I just start fuming at his mention 105. You should check out a great little British website called Pretty52. This should’ve been for question 52..... so nope. 106. If you could dye your hair any colour, what colour would you change to? I’m good. 107. What would you change about your body if you could? I’d work out and eat healthy... idk.... bodies are bodies and they are the way the are for whatever reason to each their own. I’m for people changing their bodies and for not doing so at all. For me I only change stuff if I physically get pained otherwise it’s all aesthetics which is trivial. 108. Do you prefer to be hot or cold? hot 109. What’s your favourite way to orgasm? having one I guess lol? 110. Are you a mermaid or a unicorn? unicorn (I can’t swim so) 111. What’s the name of your favourite pet when you were a kid?I had none. So deprived. 112. What was your favourite class at school? History maybe? 113. Are you superstitious? kind of but not seriously 114. What do you think happens when we die? When I get there I’ll let you know 115. Pie or pi? PI!!! BTW, getting a McFlurry on Pi day is hilarious because the total for one in Canada with taxes is 3.14!!!! #nerdalert 116. Your followers a question. Are you questioning my followers??? 117. Lick my genitalia. I’m good thanks 118. What’s your favourite number? 8 119. Do you ever look up at the stars and feel small? nope 120. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?it’s.. fine 121. Tell me about a quirky personality trait. I have no idea 122. What was your favourite story when you were younger? My mom used to tell Caterpillar bedtime stories... the stories would start with the caterpillar having a certain amount of legs and this caterpillar would be playing some kind of game/sport against my family of 4 and in each sport my mom would make up how the caterpillar lost it’s legs. The story was over when they lost all their legs and we won lol. 123. Are you old before your time or young at heart? Ugh I WAS old before my time as a child... after 25 I’ve been trying to peter pan through life because now we’re stuck being old and I want a chance at childhood again haha 124. Why do you do the things you do? Please. Tell me. It’s a mix of contextual factors as I’ve answered for another question lol 125. I hope you enjoyed these questions. they actually were not that great... I am underwhelmed 126. Which Tumblr blog would you recommend to all your fans? one that upgrades them to a good old airconditioner

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Tomorrow is another one of those Divas anniversaries – fourteen years to the day since Trish Stratus and Lita wrestled in the main event of Monday Night Raw in a Women’s Title match.

This is a big one, not only because it was just the second time a women’s match headlined an episode of Raw without any pesky men around, and not only because it was the biggest bout yet between the two biggest stars of the era, but also because it was the culmination of a nine month feud that was far and away the best thing about Raw in 2004.

On a personal note, this is the 20th Deep Dive I’ve written for you kind folks, and in an extraordinary and uncharacteristic show of restraint, I Dove Deep nineteen whole times while barely mentioning the greatest of all time, my sun and stars, moon of my life, Trish Stratus. Now, that’s simply because I’m so excited to talk about ALL of these women and there’s so much to cover, but that streak is well and truly over today because for real dudes, Trish Stratus in 2004 is the greatest gift that He ever sent down from the heavens to grace this wretched wasteland of a planet.

She is God tier.

The entire feud is fantastic, in fact, so let me spin you another yarn. There are about three different soap opera storylines to get through here so the short version of this preamble is that in late 2003 Trish and Lita, bestest best friends, were being pursued by Jericho and Christian respectively, the boys made a bet for $1 (Canadian) that they could hit that, Jericho ended up catching feelings and turning babyface, only for Trish to kick his ass to the curb and turn heel and mack on with Christian on the WrestleMania XX stage.

Thank u, next.

You may wonder how Trish goes from breaking Jericho’s heart to making Lita’s life a living hell. After all, last we saw they were bestest best friends! I’ll tell you how. This was all the fault of a women’s battle royal. In wrestling, some battle royals are throwaway. Others change the course of the next nine months of television. This was the match that launched a thousand skits.

It was a couple weeks after WrestleMania, and this particular battle royal was for No. 1 Contendership. Basically all of the other dorks got tossed during the ad break and we end up with Trish and Lita facing off in a big finishing stretch to determine the winner. Despite Trish and Christian still being in the middle of their feud with Jericho, and despite Jericho’s interference late in this match handing Lita the victory, Trish seems FAR more offended at Lita beating her than at anything Jericho is doing. It’s a subtle shift in Trish’s motivation, where the focus of her vitriol becomes her bestie/archrival, Lita, someone she’s comfortable fighting against, instead of a man that she isn’t really a physical threat to. Heel Trish liked to punch down, and Lita was a much easier target.

She had NO IDEA how much of an easy target Lita would soon become.

For reasons that remain unbeknownst to this day, I believe, one fateful day on Raw, Kane decided to interrupt a Divas tag team match, corner Lita in the ring, and forcibly kiss her. Oh yes my dudes, THIS WHOLE THING THAT HAPPENED.

Kane began stalking Lita on Raw every week, with her then-boyfriend Matt Hardy often getting in the middle. Trish Stratus observed her best friend being relentlessly stalked and molested by a psychopathic monster and decided, “Yep. I am going to ROAST THE SHIT OUT OF THIS BITCH LMAO”

She started out with the gold standard of fuckwithery, “Oh no! Look out! Kane’s behind you! BAHAHAHAHAHA!” And just stepped it up from there.

When Kane defeated Matt Hardy at SummerSlam 2004 for the right to marry Lita (I know, I know…) Trish was kind and thoughtful enough to corral the other heel Divas and throw Lita a bridal shower! (And let me tell you, the way that Trish utters the phrase, “Because you have to marry *KANE*” is just… I saw God.)

Then we ALL saw God when she crashed the wedding itself.

If you can get past the outfit, this run in is also basically the greatest speech anyone has ever made at a wedding. “All you have to do is open your heart! Just like you opened your legs!”

Holy moley.

When Lita was impregnated with Kane’s demon baby as a result of Kane coercing her into sex to protect Matt Hardy (hmmm why does this sound so familiar??) who else was there to greet her backstage with jokes about it “festering” inside her but King Dick Trish. That whole episode in fact (Raw, September 6th) was basically a one woman show. She dragged Lita mercilessly for getting knocked up by Kane, turned around and dragged Nidia for yelling at her in Spanish (“I don’t speak German!”), then dragged Nidia in the ring to one of her best matches like the GOAT she is, and then when Nidia started making her comeback, Trish could super not be fucked dealing with it and just straight up RIPPED NIDIA’S SHIRT CLEAN OPEN to distract her and kicked her head off.

I have no words for that kind of thuggery.

But back to our bullshit, when Lita then lost the aforementioned demon baby after an unfortunate and definitely-not-his-fault incident with Gene Snitsky (I KNOW, I KNOW OKAY!), who was there waiting to savage her some more about losing her pregnancy weight and drop lines like “At Survivor Series you’re gonna lose to me, just like you lost your baby” ?? You guessed it! King Dick Trish, the fucking asshole. What kind of prick trolls someone about having a miscarriage? Jesus.

Speaking of Survivor Series, let me catch you up on other, more normal events. At Bad Blood 2004, after an original Victoria vs. Gail Kim defense was changed to a four way with Trish and Lita, Trish, of course, stole the winning pin from under Lita’s nose and won the belt. From there it’s a tale of two women; Trish ruling atop of the Women’s Division as champ, and Lita toiling away in the Utter Bullshit Division. For months they only really ever met in these backstage skits and promos where Trish would body her over and over when she knew Lita couldn’t retaliate. And that was all they needed to make it the hottest feud on Raw.

Finally, in November Lita moved from the Utter Bullshit Division back into the Women’s Division and immediately set her sights firmly on Women’s Champion King Dick Trish Stratus. The match is made for Survivor Series. Jericho hosts a Highlight Reel featuring the both of them in the lead up, and he brings a referee out with him because he’s TERRIFIED of having them in the same room together.

With good reason. They’ve barely laid a hand on each other since that title match back in June. There is five full months of angst packed into this powder keg.

And it well and truly goes off at the PPV.

Trish comes out first and is STILL making puffy cheeked chubby faces as Lita makes her entrance, determined to make absolutely sure of her own death I guess. Lita walks down to the ring and punches Trish right in her fucking face. And punches her again. And again.

Then they go outside and all hell breaks loose. Lita grabs a chair and absolutely WALLOPS Trish for the DQ. Trish BLEEDS. Women NEVER bleed on WWE TV, but Trish got that juice brother. Lita kept going crazy and blasted Trish from behind right into the stairs in one of the greatest camera shots of all time. Trish freaks out spectacularly at the sight of her own blood. And somehow, considering this was an immediate DQ finish for a PPV title match they spent half the year building, this was some great business.

From this point forward Lita is fascinating to watch. You might think she’d go on some crazy tear of babyface revenge going after Trish’s title, but she’s actually the complete opposite. She’s not frantic or wild or in a hurry. She’s… calm. Almost serene. It’s as if she knows at this point that she HAS Trish. She’s got her. She’s finally free to fight her, she already beat the shit out of her at Survivor Series, now Trish is wearing a face mask on her broken nose that Lita can gleefully target, and she knows her day is coming. Lita is completely free to punch Trish in the face all she wants for all of the shit she’s been talking all year. Lita is free. Finally. And so she doesn’t chase Trish. She takes her time. She enjoys it. After all of the crazy shit she’s gone through in 2004, it’s actually a relief to just enjoy beating up a familiar foe in a wrestling match.

I bang on a lot about Trish here, and it’s always the heels that get to have more fun, but don’t sleep on Lita. She was also great during this entire angle (while having to do some truly horrid bullshit) and this part of it in particular was some fantastic work.

So the return match for title is finally made (by the ever-present Chris Jericho in his role as guest GM, in a nice touch) for the December 6th Raw. This show happens to be in Charlotte, not very far at all from Lita’s hometown at the time of Sanford, NC. The Women’s Title gets that main event slot baby. They spent the whole night recapping the feud to build up to it. Jim Ross dropped a great line about how to these women, this title means as much as the World’s Heavyweight Title does to the guys. The scene is set.

But not before one last backstage skit. We couldn’t really have it any other way. Trish had taken to calling Lita “The Walking Kiss of Death” and jokingly asked who’s career Lita was going to kill tonight, to which Lita obviously replied, “Yours” and gave her a big smackeroo. Now, Lita was just being smart here because as we know from this and Mickie James in the near future, kissing Trish before a match increases your chances of having a motherfucking BANGER with her by at least 1000%.

That’s just science.

What is a lot harder to explain with science is how Lita actually survived the match.

Y’all remember THAT bump. Lita hit a tope and landed so hard on her face her body scorpioned ov-argh. Nope. It’s fourteen years later and we know she was fine but man is it still hard to watch. She only came back from the broken neck a year earlier! Lita is officially a cyborg.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention it, but it’s a shame that the scorpion bump is sometimes the only thing people remember about this match. What’s important to remember about this match is that IT FUCKING RULED.

The tension was palpable from the bell, and the crowd was ready. Trish took off her face mask and used it as a weapon BECAUSE HER FACE WAS FINE AFTER ALL in a move so dastardly it caused Jim Ross to wig the fuck out on commentary. Lita’s bad bump ended up serving the match, lending a lot of weight to Trish working over Lita’s head and neck during the heat. Lita came back with a powerbomb and the rare and elusive women’s superplex. There were a bunch of great, close nearfalls, and at this point the crowd was going insane chanting for Lita. When she finally went up and hit the redemptive, life affirming Moonsault for the win, people went APESHIT. J.R. literally screamed himself hoarse raving about Lita coming back from all that punishment and winning the belt.

A trillion and three quarter stars.

Revolution or no Revolution, this is still one of the very best women’s matches in company history. And the perfect capper, at that point, to a rivalry that had started all the way back in 2000, and boiled over so spectacularly in 2004. I just love these women.

You can actually watch the full match on WWE’s Youtube here.

That was a lot, and yet like, I feel like I didn’t even scratch the surface with Trish, or even get into half of the stuff with Kane and Lita and all of that nonsense. I’m going to suppress the masochistic urge to dive into it that further, and come back next week to talk about another one of my favourite girls, the unfairly-maligned Divas of the world.

Check it out: No. 1 Contender’s Battle Royal (Raw, April 5th 2004) Trish Stratus vs. Lita (Raw, April 12th 2004) Trish Stratus vs. Lita (Raw, May 17th 2004) Victoria vs. Gail Kim vs. Trish vs. Lita – Women’s Title (Bad Blood 2004) Trish Stratus vs. Lita – Women’s Title (Survivor Series 2004) Trish vs. Lita vs. Molly – Women’s Title (Raw, November 22nd 2004) Trish & Molly vs. Victoria & Lita (Raw, November 29th 2004) Trish Stratus vs. Lita – Women’s Title (Raw, December 6th 2004)

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Full Disclosure: Revelations of an Alien Abductee

My name is Cory. I'm 47 years old and I'm going to let you know right away, there's a whole lot to digest about who I am, why I'm here, and what I've gone through in my life. . The thoughts that will go through your head as you read this have kept me awake hundreds of sleepless nights in my life. . I've questioned my sanity many times over, but I assure you, in every way possible, I am quite sane. . 'm not endorsing this story, or saying it even really truly happened. I'm only saying I believe this happened to me. . I could be crazy. I could be getting used to spread distraction. I don't know. I'm just going with what's gone on in my head over forty years, and saying it like it is. . Just keep in mind If i was telling this for any other reason than a true love for this planet, I'd be telling it to a Hollywood agent or book publisher and charging you money to read it. I'm not. . We all have our reasons for being drawn to the esoteric. Mine was UFOS. . Not my interest in them, but their interest in me. It started when I was only 4 years old. And it's gone on ever since. . My first experience was a face to face meeting with a strange little Being. We communicated by telepathy and that connection remains today. . It's a one way kind of communication. I've asked a million questions but never really got an answer to any of them. . Well except for one I suppose. I guess she must be able to hear me. The one question I asked the most was answered. It just wasn't the answer I wanted. . Naturally I wanted to know what was going on...and I always heard the same response. "When it's time, you'll know." . I've gone years with no interaction but she always comes back. Yes. The Being was female and quite motherly in her communication with me. . She tells me things. About myself and about them, and about this planet. And it's history. . Seems I've been at this for quite some time too. I'm a very old soul. She's recently told me a bunch of things that in all honesty, I already knew, sort of. . I know one thing for sure. Amongst other things, i'm a warrior through and through. That I didn't need to be told. But just how much of a warrior, I had no idea. Unfortunately having the heart of a lion only gets you so far. And for me, it's never been far enough. . That's why I've learned to fight with my mind this time. Even though I spent a lot of my life in a subculture of violence this time around, I see now I had to be there to unlearn the ways I've always handled my confrontations. In this life too, but more so in my past lives. . I really am tired of all this. It's been long enough. Too many people have died thinking we could beat them (the elite force controlling the world) in a physical confrontation. . They didn't start actually "abducting me" until I was 31 years old though. And I prefer to think of myself as "taken" not abducted. . For the last 17 years it's been an on and off again thing. I'd just gone 5 years without any contact or communication incidents, but in Aug 2016, (like 4 months ago) things got very serious, very fast. . Life was as normal as I think it's ever been for me. I was right where I wanted to be, and comfortable with everything my life was becoming. Mine has been a life of constant rebuilding and change. . I went to bed one Saturday night just like any other night. But Sunday morning was not anything like any Sunday I'd been through before. . I woke up and realized immediately what happened. I was freezing. And soaking wet. And I felt like I was in a dream. Have you ever been under anesthetic? Same feeling when waking up. It's like coming back from, hmmm, i don't know where, but It's the telltale sign. . But this time there was more. I had a head full of ideas and an absolute NEED to search out and connect to people just like all of you. . And, she was back. Like never before. And she had a lot to say in the last three months. Wow! . What I'm going to tell you was revealed to me, a bit here, piece there, over my lifetime. It really never made much sense to me though, until now. Now I have the big picture. . And I do apologize to the people I've been difficult with, but you can't imagine the pressure I'm under with this. . It's really, really hard to listen to theories I believe are incomplete or distraction, while having no ability to present what's in my head until right now. I was told not to tell anyone. . So, before I go any further, I need you to understand something. Read this next line as many times as you need to. . We, aren't what we've been taught to believe we are! Not at all. . What I'm going to tell you may change your life. In what way is entirely up to you. . The reality is there's been some very big lies told. And I'm going to do my best to explain the who, want, when, where, and why that surround these secrets. . So here it is, the real story as I understand it. . This planet was not the result of a Big Bang or the creation of "God" as we understand Him. The Universe came to exist because of something the rest of the universe refer to as, The One. . The One is neither alive or dead, male or female good nor bad. IT just is... . The One is responsible for creating all the framework which functions to provide an environment for everything to exist in. . IT created this planet, and all the other planets, stars, moons, and everything in between. But only as far as its barren, unseeded state. . Unlike the story we were told, "God" does not work alone. The One had some help. . The One created several intelligent races of benevolent Aliens that function to serve The Universe. Like The One, they are Immortal and never die. They are tangible Beings though, just not in the same way we are. . These Aliens are the craftsmen tasked with maintaining the integrity of all The One had created. . Planet Earth was seeded with life by a race of immortal Aliens called Centaurians from a planet called Eden. It's located in the Centauri star system. . And when I say life, I mean ALL of it. Especially us. . The Centaurians are part of the immortal workforce that service The Universe. They are scientists and geneticists. It was their job to seed life throughout The Universe. . There is one exception though. The sector where The Six Headed Beast ruled. . Using a master set of plant and animal DNA supplied by The One, The Centaurians genetically engineered a vast living library of plants, animals, and insects. . Earth was their seed bank and it was called The Garden of Eden. Easily it was the most beautiful of all the planets. . The One had really done a wonderful job ensuring so many different climate zones could be achieved. . The Centaurians used a process called gene splicing, and did this work in labs on Eden. . Each new plant or animal prototype they created was then taken to Earth where it was cultivated. . Not all planets need the same conditions or type of atmosphere. So it also had to be determined which species could exist in different places. . This planet was designed to support many different types of environments and climates that mimic conditions around the universe. . Once these new products were studied, logged, and samples were stored, they were distributed to the planets throughout the universe best suited for each species. . However, in the face of all The One had created, even IT was not perfect. The One had made only one mistake. But it was a big one. . I'm not going to even pretend I understand it. But in the beginning, when The One was the only thing in existence, IT became "lonely". . To combat this problem, The One divided itself by 25% to create another, lesser version of itself. . This new Number Two later realized that's exactly what it was. Lesser. The One could have split in half and made them equal, but IT didn't. . And when The One finished what IT had set out to do, which was create the Universe, and the immortal work force to help complete it, Number Two took offence. . Number Two realized The One had provided no role whatsoever for IT to contribute to all that was created. . Upon realizing the sole purpose of IT's existence, was to keep The One from becoming lonely again, Number Two decided to leave. . At the time, Number Two didn't realize it, but the choice to leave, introduced some new things to The Universe. Conflict. And Free Will. . Number Two took up residence in a far off corner of The Universe. It didn't take long to realize though, IT was all alone. . As The One had divided itself to solve the same problem, so too did Number Two. . But Number Two didn't want to face the same dilemma, so IT divided into 6 equal individuals. And they quickly set out to develop this corner of The Universe into their very own version of what the rest of The Universe would be like. . The result was a galactic society of miscreants lead by what would come to be known as The Six Headed Beast. . The division into 6 individuals had corrupted key bits of knowledge and understanding from the consciousness of the whole. Which, already wasn't whole to begin with. . This lost knowledge led to a crucial mistake as The Six Headed Beast developed its sector of the universe. . All the creatures they created and brought to life, had no soul. . Some of these creatures were worse than others, but none of them could actually be considered good. . They are flesh and blood creatures who only live for a certain length of time and one day, they all die. . We were created the way we were, with a soul, for a reason. The Centaurians wanted to create an intelligent worker who would live on Earth and be responsible for maintaining the integrity of The Garden of Eden. . Tending to this garden would be an extremely delicate, and sometimes dangerous program. They needed leverage to ensure compliance to the job. . Also, since free will and conflict had come into existence when Number Two left, it was decided that from this point forward, immortality would have to be earned. . So it was decided that a promise of immortality under certain conditions, would help motivate this creature, called a human being, to serve its purpose to the best of its ability. . A unique approach that would allow human beings to exist as two separate halves of one entity, had been successfully designed by an amazing team of scientists on Eden. . And quickly this design and reasoning for it, was approved by The One. . One half of the human would exist on Eden. The other half would exist on Earth. . The two individual halves of the human being are connected by something called a soul. . Inside the body of each half of the humans, flows a pure form of energy that binds both parts to one another. . A telepathic connection that allowed the two parts to communicate back and forth was also a very useful feature for completing the work projects tasked to the humans. . The half which existed on Eden would work in the lab as a genetic scientist to create new life forms. . When these plants and animals were cultivated on Earth, the process would be conducted by the Earth halves of the scientists whose team had invented the specific species. . This way the scientist and the botanist or biologist could share information to ensure a well cared for and properly designed product was the end result of their efforts. . This telepathic connection was also a way to never forget home and in times of struggle, a voice of reason to offer advice. A friend, so no matter what, no human would ever be alone, like The One had been. . You likely won't believe me yet, but that voice in your head, your conscience, is actually what's left of the telepathic connection to our counterpart on Eden. . Of course today we are raised to believe thinking anything other than "it's your own voice" will get you locked up in a psych ward. . Big threats to protect big secrets. And big secrets are certainly being kept from us about how and why that connection was lost. . To become immortal, the humans had to live by guidelines and rules and show the intelligence, loyalty, and desire to be a productive, honest, contributing member of the Galactic Society they belonged to. . A series of tests, and lessons would be incorporated into their lives that would determine when they would be ready to achieve immortality. . On Earth everything living has an expiration date, meaning one day it dies. This applies to everything except for one thing, the human soul. . When a human died on Earth, the soul ascended to Eden for evaluation. If it was decided the soul was ready, the two halves would merge into one immortal being. . However, if it wasn't ready, the soul would experience something called reincarnation where it was sent back to Earth in a new body. . The human would then encounter a more difficult path designed to address the issues that kept it from achieving immortality. . This complex two part creature would be the prototype for a whole new approach to the concept of being alive. If successful, humans could be placed all over the universe. . As The Centaurians hoped, the evolution of The Garden of Eden, and its new occupants, was a great success. . After nearly a hundred thousand years of evolution, only one major change was made to how this system would operate. . It was originally the plan to allow unlimited reincarnation and guaranteed immortality eventually. However, there were unforeseen issues that arose from that idealistic view. . The result was a decision to permit ten chances to get it right and earn the reward of immortality. . By limiting reincarnation to nine times, the decision to populate some of the other planets that had been seeded into life with humans, had passed the scrutiny of The One. . By the way, I told you which star system Eden exists in without feeling like I'm giving up a secret. . Unfortunately, there are people here on Earth right now searching for it, and they already know where they should be looking. . The Kepler telescope made a discovery this year not six months ago in August of 2016 . There is one particular planet quite close to Earth. Like close enough where the technology here will allow a probe to make it there in the next 25 years or so. . It's not Eden. But it's one step closer. So they really need to be stopped before they get there. . As I said before, I'm an old soul. And I've tried more than once in my past lives to stop those responsible for what I'm trying to tell you. . Obviously, I've never been on the successful side of any of the battles that have taken place in an attempt to gain control of our own destiny. . I'm sure you've realized something must have gone terribly wrong someplace along the line. . Earth is quite obviously not being used by The Centaurians as a living library anymore. It's being exploited, polluted, and soon enough, could be destroyed. . Not "kaboom" but worn out, sick, and suffering. Much like a person can be "destroyed" by the sudden loss of a loved one. . Not destroyed as in no longer in existence, but withered, and sick beyond its ability to support much life. . If you don't know, there are several tyrannical groups of very rich, very powerful, business men, political leaders and Church officials with questionable ties to each other. . They belong to groups such as The Illuminatii, The Roman Catholic Church, The British Monarchy, The Odd Fellows, Skull and Bones, Opus Dei, and The Freemasons to name a few. . It's widely accepted that these exclusive clubs are not on the up and up. It's believed they exist to serve ulterior motives. . They have created, implemented, and enforced a system of corruption, greed, control, and hostility for thousands of years. . The roots of some of these shady organizations have been traced back to the time of Jesus. . The last attempt to confront these corrupt, power hungry, tyrants was in the early 1300's. . A very wealthy group called The Knights Templar, that was aligned with The Roman Catholic Church, had found out some extremely sensitive information about Jesus, and the Bible. . Having expressed concerns to a trusted government official about The Church withholding the secret knowledge, The Knights Templar were betrayed and for the most part, disbanded and killed brutally for going against The Pope. . And ever since then these elite tyrants have taken full advantage of the fear they instilled in anyone who may oppose them. . Their stranglehold on the resources and human lives on Planet Earth grows stronger every single day we choose to do nothing. . The Knights knew what I know. Unlike me, they never got the chance to tell though. . Once you know why, and what is at stake, you'll understand why I've made it my choice to suggest we confront these men, end these lies, and try again to rid this planet from their control. . The elite tyrants who control us using money, work hand in hand with the ones who destroy some of us by taking our soul. . The Roman Catholic Church is the real controlling influence behind those running the world, enslaving mankind, and destroying this beautiful planet. . There is no one more powerful than the guy with the funny hat, The Pope. None that are human anyways. . The Pope is always chosen from a secret, and very long list of bloodlines that go back thousands of years to a time when giants roamed the Earth. . Yeah I just said that. But it's gotta be said. And someone had to say it. And that's always been my role. To sound the alarm. . But hopefully this time the call, MY call, will be heard. This time, the world is ready to hear it. YOU, are ready to hear it! . The age of information has brought a new dimension, one we have never had available before. . This time, we have the ability to UNITE World Wide!. And we will. And we are. . I can feel the soul of every warrior who ever lived and died at the hands of The Elite. All of them. They're all here. . Some already know it, most don't, but you all will. The universe will not let you rest until you accept the responsibility of fixing what we have ALWAYS allowed them to do to us. . The Elite aren't exactly like us in case you haven't noticed. There is an empty, void, hole in all of "them". . The world really is an US vs THEM situation. . You may believe "we are all one" and some spiritual awakening is on the horizon, but please, know this: There are TWO different SPECIES living together here on earth. Humans. And Half Breeds. . And no, they are not shape shifting reptilians. In all ways they are identical to us, except for one thing. . They don't have a soul! . When they die, they are dead. That's it. No more. They are manufactured. . These soulless shells i'm talking about are The Elite. And they know what they are. Predators. Nasty, sick, twisted, Predators. . There is another group of people who also suffer an impairment of their soul but they have no idea anything is even wrong with them. . At least they have a soul, even if it has been shut right off. As long as it's there, all hope is not lost. . It's imperative if we want to experience any kind of freedom again, we begin working together. All men. All for One Cause. One World United. . United, we can move forward into a new Age of Enlightenment. . United, we can be free from all the pain that's been our lives here on planet Earth. . It will not be easy. But nothing good ever is. Just be certain, if we continue to fall for the tactics that keep us divided, once again, we will fall short. Divide and Conquer will defeat us like it has before in the past. . The Elite have slowly divided the entire world. They feel confident that it's just not possible for us to lay aside our differences and unite. The division runs deep, and as a tactic, has worked very well against us. . I'm hoping that deep down inside though, you feel it! You've always felt it. You probably didn't understand that feeling was your other half calling out to you. And your home. Eden. In all ways possible, they both need you now, more than ever. . For some of us, the connection to our other half is starting to be established once more. I'll explain why later. . It's the ones caught deep in this web of lies I worry about though. The ones with the soul affliction. . Things on Eden have taken a very long time to fully recover from the Annunaki Invasion. . The reason is the soul affliction that has taken hold here on Earth lately, has nearly crippled the population on Eden. . The half of the human that's born and exists on Eden, that's attached to the people on Earth commonly referred to as Sheeple, (people who can't see anything at all wrong with how the world operates) are basically handicapped. . They don't contribute to the workforce, in fact, they take away from it, as they require constant care and supervision. . Despite all that has changed since humans came into existence, the soul still continues to develop properly and in unison with its Counterpart on Eden. . The changes to the minds of the humans on Earth however, somehow have caused the autism -like affliction of the mind running rampant on Eden. . So I'm here on a mission. I'm here to wake you up to what you used to be, to what you are. . And what you need to be, if we ever want to free ourselves from this nightmare we've all been tricked into living. . I guess tricked isn't the best choice of words either. They didn't trick us, they genetically modified us is what they did. . And what I'm about to tell you now, is where things get intense. . What you think you know about the history of earth and its many different inhabitants, are all lies. And it's the job of the church, to protect those lies. . And the reward from protecting those lies, goes to the enforcers of the lie. The Illuminati. The Freemasons. The Elite. . Their reward is your life of servitude! And every man, woman and child belongs to them whether you admit it, or not. . Because the elite know they are soulless shells of what we are, they hate us. . Once I explain what they are lying about, and how far they've gone to protect the lie, you'll understand just how much hate for us they hold. . The only other things that interest them are material riches and the thrill of feeling somehow superior as they treat us like garbage in the ruthless pursuit of the Almighty Dollar. . And we allow it because deep down we feel like our souls will live on regardless. . But that was the old way. Soon you will realize how, like me, you've avoided the trap and reincarnated here, over and over again. . Until we get this done, we will continue stuck in this loop, doomed to watch history repeat itself again and again. . And I'm going to tell you why. . There was an invasion on Eden, and they lost. The Centaurians are peaceful scientists, not warriors. . The Annunaki, a race of soulless creatures from the far corner of The Universe developed by The Six Headed Beast, had come seeking knowledge. . They required technology to save the atmosphere of the planet they came from, Nibiru. . But Eden refused to help them. They were not in the business of cooperating with any of the soulless abominations created by The Six Headed Beast. . And the Annunaki replied in force. In the process of taking what they came for, they also discovered the location of Earth. . They left Eden in near ruins, and made off with some very sensitive, essential information about all life, and about Planet Earth in particular. . The Annunaki first arrived on planet Earth during a cleansing period. . Once all of the different species were properly sampled and classified, or if circumstances required it, the scientists in charge would initiate a cleansing. The eradication of the old, to usher in the new. . The idea being to repeat the same process with new varieties of plants and animals, as they were developed and created on Eden. . This particular ice-age was also to repair a structural issue with the drainage system. A series of massive trenches and gullies were needed and the only thing powerful enough to dig them were migrating glaciers. . The humans all relocated to Africa during that time, moved by ships sent from Eden. . Unfortunately this relocation turned out to be the very thing that gave full advantage to the Annunaki. . The Annunaki were quite pleased with initial test samples they took. This planet was rich with monoatomic gold just as the stolen information from Eden had stated. . The information from Eden provided them with the formula used to create, or repair, an atmosphere. Monoatomic gold is the key ingredient. And they needed a lot. . The next thing the Annunaki did was set in motion a chain of events which accelerated the melting process. . There was a large area though where life was thriving. Here The Annunaki found a creature they hoped could be used as workers for the massive job of mining the Earth. They had discovered humans. . However, these creatures were quite different than anything The Annunaki had ever encountered. They seemed intelligent enough, but they were impossible to deal with. . Nothing, not fear, not pain, not even watching their friends die would sway them to what The Annunaki wanted them to do. . It was almost like these humans had one purpose and couldn't do anything else even if they wanted. . But it was love for their home and an outright refusal to damage, destroy, alter, or manipulate the Earth at The Annunaki's request that kept them from conforming. . The Annunaki even tried, unsuccessfully, claiming they were the ones who created the humans. . However, at that time The Annunaki were unaware of the connection the humans had to their other half back on Eden. The humans knew exactly who had arrived. . The Annunaki were in fact, very intelligent creatures however. A series of genetic manipulations performed on the male humans would solve the problem, or so it was believed. . One by one, the male humans were captured and injected with a DNA upgrade that would eventually change the fate of the inhabitants of The Garden of Eden. It would just be a matter of time. . The Annunaki, having completed the genetic tampering, prepared to leave. They needed to give the melting process of the ice covered planet time to do its thing. . A small team was assembled and would remain on Earth to manage and maintain the breeding process of the humans. . This task was put into the hands of a top scientist named Enki. . Enki was a powerful member of the upper echelon of Annunaki hierarchy. . He was very interested in studying the progress on the rate of change in these creatures. . The Annunaki had an amazing gift bestowed by The Six Headed Beast which created them. They had the power to shape shift, or transform into whatever they needed to be. So they took on human form. . Enki stood among the humans and watched as the other Annunaki boarded their ship and left Earth. . At that point the changes to the human mind had not taken over yet, and as the ship left, a legend was born about the ones who came from the sky in black clouds that burned fire in the sky. . And in telling this legend, the first of the changes began to materialize in the hearts and minds of the recently injected men, as fear crept in and filled them with a brand new perspective on life. . This new emotion clashed heavily with the very limited emotional database humans had been living with up to this point. . It only took a few generations of reproduction for Enki to realize something had gone wrong though. . By this stage there should have been significant changes in the way this creatures mind worked. But the change was minimal at best. . These creatures were learning to simply adapt, and somehow they retained the sense of self worth they had always enjoyed. . Frustrated, Enki began a series of experiments on his modified humans. What he discovered, shocked, and amazed him . In ways he could not understand, it appeared this creature was in fact, two creatures. . Enki began to decipher a series of files that were part of his spoils of war from the invasion of Eden. And what he learned, he could not believe. . These creatures had something called a soul. Something he had never heard of. Something that made these creatures immortal. As far as Enki knew, only The Six Headed Beast was immortal. . More than anything, he wanted that! In fact, Enki became obsessed with the idea of living forever. . So obsessed, he entirely forgot why he had attempted to change the humans in the first place. . All that mattered was finding a way to implant or replicate one of these souls into himself. . Experiment after experiment failed. And as these further modified humans got released back among the others, the more damaged the integrity of the humans became. . After several more generations, significant changes could be seen. . So much so that they began to change in their physical appearance over time, not only mentally as the modification was initially supposed to be. . The most significant change was the colour of some of the creatures skin. There seemed to be several distinct skin tones and physical attributes appearing. . Though Enki had yet to discover the secret of the soul, he was forced to turn his attention back to creating a workforce for the mining operation. . He was rather impressed with one particular group that stood out from the others. It appeared this group was going to be the dominant one. . This dominant version of a human had changed almost entirely in colour. . It began with deep dark brown skin like they all had in the beginning. . But now it had transformed to become pale and light coloured, very much like Enki himself. . Up till this point Enki and his crew had lived unnoticed among the humans. But it was time for a change. . Enki and his kind lived to be about 360,000 years old in Earth terms. Which meant if he was going to complete the actual mission he was here for, he would have to find success soon. His age was creeping up on him. . The ice sheets that had once covered the Earth had been greatly diminished by this time. And the redistribution of the humans could begin. . Enki had sent for The Annunaki to return. The first mission was to gather all the humans of each kind based on their skin colour. . Then, each "race" was strategically dispersed around the world to the locations that were no longer inhospitable. . There were 4 distinct races based solely on skin tone. Dark brown, light brown, yellow, and white. . The first three races were relocated in their entirety and kept together. The white race however was divided into three groups. . These smaller groups of white humans were each placed to live with and among the other 3 races. . And just as Enki had envisioned, the white humans did whatever they had to do so they would find themselves in a position of authority. . It didn't take long, and with the help of the white humans, the mining operations to amass monoatomic gold, were finally underway. . Turning his attention back to the humans, it quickly became clear to Enki there was no way to actually detect the soul while it was inside the body of the human beings. . It frustrated Enki to no end. He had gone so far as to take 13 human wives and father a large amount of children, half human, half Annunaki. . His intention was that if he could not achieve immortality, he could produce children that could. . However, it was this phase of experimentation that nearly took Enki from a distinguished scientist to an obsessed maniac. . There was no way to know if his experiments worked. The soul was no more detectable in his children, than in humans. . Whether he had been successful or not, Enki would never know. At this point, he was prepared to give up. . The mining operations were nearly completed, and soon The Annunaki would leave Earth forever. . It was at this time however that Enki made his most crucial discovery. . By chance, he stumbled across some undiscovered information stolen from Eden. Vital information about the soul. . He learned the soul was, in fact, a tangible item. It could only be detected and seen after the death of the human host. . It appeared that as it traversed The Universe on the trip back to Eden, the soul became vulnerable. . And that's when everything changed. Enki decided he was going to stay. . The rest of The Annunaki thought it was a strange request Enki made, but decided it was his choice to make in the end. . They packed up their ship, and left. Unknown to Enki, another member of their ranks was still on Earth with him. . Having burnt every bridge with his superiors during arguments over the mining expedition, Marduk was banished to Earth, an outcast no longer wanted among his own kind. . Also, unlike Enki, Marduk was open about his relations with human women. Something very much considered to be unacceptable. . It didn't take Enki long to create a plan to confuse, distract, manipulate and erase any lingering recognition these humans may have about their soul and its purpose. . He didn't want the knowledge of who they were, why they were on Earth, and what the purpose of the soul was, creeping back into the minds of men. He would give them a new, and totally different, understanding to live by. . It was the act of leaving The One, which Number Two had done in the early years of creation, that gave all creatures free will. . Free will would, in the eyes of Enki, become the most favourable of gifts bestowed on creation by The Six Headed Beast. . And Enki was prepared to take full advantage of many of the gifts he possessed if it meant immortality. . The children of Enki were a powerful group. They had no soul, but they did have some of the strengths that made Enki such a powerful creature. . One such quality they acquired was a lifespan much greater than a human. On average, these children would roam the Earth for up to 5000 years. . Another, was their size and strength. The males in particular reached heights of 10 feet, weighed nearly 800 pounds and had the strength of 10 men. . The reaction of the population towards these massive creatures, who otherwise resembled humans, is what gave Enki the idea which ultimately resulted in our current state of world affairs today. . Enki had his children roam the earth in search of the worst human beings alive. . It was now apparent just how wrong some of Enki's experiments had gone. Murdereres, rapists, thieves, and tyrants made up a decent part of the population. . When they found these offenders, Enki's children made an example out of them and slaughtered them all in public settings. . They then told the remaining humans the type of behaviour these bad humans displayed was against what they were willing to accept from this point on. . The children of Enki claimed their role as Gods among men. They presented their absent father as The One, creator of Heaven and Earth. . They promised anyone who crossed them or their father, would meet the same fate as the many men they had recently slaughtered. . The humans began to cower in fear at the sight of these massive half humans. And they would go to any length to secure the favour of these Gods if they could. . The reason Enki was going to such great lengths to deceive the humans, should be of GREAT concern to every human alive. . Enki had been successful in his attempts to capture a human soul as it ascended to Eden. . What he learned from this was, and still is, a very frightening prospect which affects us as human beings to this very day. . Enki had found a way to harness, drain, and absorb the unique type of energy the human soul contained, into his own system. . And by doing so had secured a lesser version of the immortality he had sacrificed so much of his sanity to while searching for the secrets to living forever. . All he needed was an endless supply of human souls to drain and absorb. Consume. . For as long as he can secure a steady supply of human souls, ENKI WILL NOT DIE. He is very much alive and hiding on Earth. . Though I don't know where he is, my guess is he is safely hidden in a secret room deep down below The Vatican. . In their true form, the Annunaki were not small creatures. Enki was a foot taller and 100 pounds heavier than the largest and most powerful of his children, Zeus. . In his full Annunaki dress uniform and in his true physical form, Enki presented himself to the occupants of Earth. . The weapons of mass destruction he possessed, gave credence to the claim he made to the population in each location he appeared as he demonstrated his powers for emphasis. . Region by region Enki visited all the occupied territories around the world in support of what his children had recently established. The worlds very first religion. . Enki was determined to be their God. Their creator and judge. And ruler of all. . The concept took its place immediately in the minds of the population of earth. To disrespect The One or his many children, meant certain doom. . But serving them with your life, and living to please The One meant great rewards here on Earth. And also in the after-life. . Enki painted a beautiful picture to the humans of eternal life with him. He explained the nature of the Human soul and how it was a part of the "human experience" that could live forever as a guest in his kingdom. . Next, he explained the nature of free will. To gain entry to his kingdom called Heaven, a conscious desire had to be spoken aloud expressing a request to exist there with him. . The humans were forced to drop to their knees in front of Enki . He wanted a pledge, on their life, to abide by the rules he had created for them to live by. And for the most part, he got it. . Enki had made some reasonable requests, and the humans were happy to learn that outwardly, Enki appeared to be a fair, and decent giant of a man-god. . Like their father, the children of Enki took human lovers. By the time the first of Enki's children had grown old and died, his family had grown to be enormous. . By the 5th generation of breeding with humans, Enki's grandchildren had taken on the human form and were indistinguishable from the actual humans. . Under Enki's guidance his grandchildren would tighten the hold on humans by introducing governments and the church to all of mankind. Each with its own design to control how the humans lived their lives. . The world was separated into manageable sized sections called countries. Borders were drawn, and several kingdoms established within each country. . The most influential of Enki's extended family were put in positions of power to rule over the entirety of each country. Kings. . The residents of these countries were then divided further to ensure they remained a totally conquered society that would have no hope to ever escape this enslavement. . New churches were allowed to rise up. And new religions. People were all of a sudden concerned with skin color, heritage, and financial status. Anything to divide people. . It was simple, the only thing that could ever cause problems was numbers created by Unity. . A hierarchy of control over all the humans was put in place. All to secure Enki's place at the top of it all. The One. . Enki also arranged every marriage that ever happened in his family. He was very insistent certain guidelines be followed to ensure the bloodline his future grandchildren were born into, stayed pure. . And to this day, though we don't realize or accept it, the descendants of Enki's children continue to hold control of the world. And they still have no souls. . As observant, intelligent, and cautious as Enki was, it turned out he wasn't quite as secretive as he thought himself to be. His obsession with the soul had made him careless. . Much to his surprise, he realized Marduk had been left behind and was hiding in plain sight, living on Earth in human form. . And, he had discovered why Enki had gone to such extremes creating this elaborate system of illusion and control over the humans. . Being left behind, Marduk was angry. And he hated this planet. He was looking for a way to seek revenge on the human race. . Like most deviant minds, he blamed all things, except himself and his lust for human women, for all of his problems. . When Marduk discovered the secret Enki was keeping, he documented everything, including how Enki was taking credit for all creation and falsely claiming to be The One. . Marduk used the evidence he had gathered to blackmail Enki into providing him access to the technology so he could consume souls and become immortal as well. . As miserable, angry, and pissed off at the world as Marduk was, there was no surprise in the way he chose to win possession of the souls he meant to acquire. . He played on the worst of the human traits that had developed in the unfortunate victims of Enki's obsession with genetic manipulation. . Traits like greed, anger, jealousy and corruption were Marduk's signature approach. . He would provide material riches such as money, gold, precious gems, and even sultry women. Once his intended victim became obsessed, he would make a trade. A life of gluttony, control and power, for simply agreeing to spend eternity with him in the afterlife. . Marduk painted his own picture of an awesome place to spend eternity, which also would attract it's fair share of human's. . Like Enki, Marduk had succumbed to the sex appeal of the women of earth. He had a large family of part human, part Annunaki children and grandchildren just like Enki . He brought them all together. But rather than operate like Enki and create an opposing faction of towns and cities of their own, Marduk decided his approach would consist of infiltrating and corrupting the system of control Enki had established, from the inside out. . In response Enki had the church add a story that told of a fate worse than death for those who would take up sides with Marduk. . To join with Marduk meant your soul would burn and be tortured forever in a truly evil, sick place called Hell. . And just as this battle for human souls really got going in full swing, it came to a sudden halt. . In a stunning display of IT's intense capability, The One appeared suddenly out of thin air. . In the next instant, swooping from the sky, came a small fleet of spacecraft which landed very close to where The One now stood. . From inside these crafts a group of representatives from Eden stepped foot on the soil of Earth for the first time in well over a hundred thousand years. . Sadness turned quickly to anger as what they saw around them sunk in. They wanted their planet back. . But with something as complicated as The One mediating the situation, it would not be as simple as forcing the Annunaki out. . The One saw opportunity for a test of strength between the soulless creation of The Six Headed Beast and his very own creation, the residents of Eden. . It was the humans The One wanted put to the test. IT had approved the original design of human beings, but now had some serious doubt about the integrity of this mutated creature that was really nothing like it had started out to be. . There were great concerns about gifting immortality to such an unstable life form even if they did have to earn it. . So, to ensure these humans were put to the test, The One decided that the Annunaki would no longer be allowed to reveal themselves in the flesh to humans. . Both Enki and Marduk would have to go into permanent hiding or leave earth, it was up to them. . The residents of Eden were given the same restrictions. They were not permitted to blatantly land in the town center and show themselves to the residents of Earth. . They had to find a way for the humans to see what was happening for the world to end up going from what it was, to what it is now, today, here in 2016. . Enki was quick to approach Marduk with a truce. Considering all that was at stake, the two opposing Annunaki warriors decided to join forces and unite their families. . The One had only asked Enki and Marduk to leave. Their families were permitted to stay on Earth. They had no souls so were of no interest to The One. . At this point Marduk went into hiding. Enki, on the other hand, used his ability to shape shift one last time, as he too disappeared from the face of the earth never to be seen in his true form again. . Enki transformed himself into a fertilized embryo in the womb of a descendant of his own family, a young woman named Mary. . Nine months later Enki was born into the world as a human baby. A baby with no soul. A baby named Jesus. A baby that would forever enslave mankind and provide himself, and Marduk an everlasting supply of souls! . At least that was the plan the two Annunaki had come up with after being confronted by The One. . The Centaurians were also a smart bunch. But mental warfare was not their strong suit. The Annunaki had the advantage since deceit seemed to be the spirit of this contest. . They were not without some tricks and secrets.of their own. The residents of Eden had began abducting humans a couple hundred years ago. . They hoped the process of reversing the genetic manipulations that Enki had performed could be discovered. . It turned out to be impossible. Much of what Enki had done was now a permanent part of human life. . Regardless, they had a plan B. And once more the humans were subjected to further genetic modifications. . It was a tricky process. The human host had to physically die. Then their soul was captured and manipulated. . A jolt of electricity was used to bring the human back to life. And that was it. The altered soul returned to the body. The human was released back to where it was taken from, unharmed. . This method wasn't the quick fix needed, but in the long run, it would be more effective. . This addition to the soul didn't change the person who received the upgrade. It was designed to create change in the offspring of the recipients. . It was a process that would take a very long time, but it would eventually produce some very different humans. . They would look the same as everyone else, but their hearts, and minds would be far more in tune with the needs of Mother Earth and her occupants. . And the best case scenario would result in the reestablishment of the telepathic connection of the two halves of which the authentic humans had shared. . The long awaited results started to trickle in, until the late 1960's when the first main wave of Indigo Souls were born into this world. And every year since the numbers have grown. . As Indigo Souls matured and began having children of their own, the Crystal children began to arrive. . The Crystal children are to be witness to a great change. It's their duty and role to document what takes place. . They will use the knowledge of their journey to create a better way of life for the future. . Never again will people suffer the fate the human population has endured so far at the hands of Enki and Marduk. . The union between the children of Enki and Marduk was very powerful. And very corrupt. 👽👽⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️🤷‍♀️ . For almost 2000 years they have worked hand in hand to ensure the secrets and lies of the past stay buried. . The church knows all the lies. It's their role to protect Marduk and Enki and keep them alive by ensuring a steady stream of our souls arrive to be consumed. . It was also a key component of the plan to ensure that the world never finds out how two Annunaki madmen fooled the world with the story about Jesus and Lucifer to enslave the world. . If you haven't caught on, there is only one way to win back the Garden of Eden. . Enki and Marduk have exceeded their lifespan and are vulnerable. The source of their immortality, our souls, is all that is keeping them alive. A recent surge in spirituality, and atheism has weakened them. . The Pope is above all. He commands the legion of soulless tyrants who have taken over the world. They have crafted a web of deceit and corruption in the never ending lust for power and control of the entire planet. . And in doing so, they have enslaved us all. We are bound to them in several ways, the most powerful way is something called the monetary system. The Almighty Dollar. . Value is placed on a worthless object, a simple piece of paper for example. . That object is then provided in great quantity to most anyone with the ability to repay what was borrowed. . By charging a substantial fee for such a loan, these tyrants in control of the monetary system are making a huge profit at our expense for doing absolutely nothing. . They have found a way to control every aspect of our lives. They control food production, food quality and food distribution. . They control energy production and distribution. They control access to water. Healthcare. Education and a whole long list of other essential services. If a dollar of profit can be made, they have found the way to make it. . And they have introduced a massive array of distractions which draw our attention away from everything they do, TV being one of the most potent distractions of them all. . War is another distraction and the profit earned is 10x the return of any investment they would ever allow us to make. . The value of weapons of war are greatly over inflated. The Elite own factories that produce these weapons. Then governments all over the world purchase these weapons using government funding. . Of course it means there will always be a reason for war. And these nasty, sick, monsters have about sucked the world dry of financial security. Money not only keeps us enslaved, it's the perfect distraction as well. . These distractions serve to create an atmosphere of confusion about, and detachment from, the present moment. . In case it may have slipped past you, the present moment is all we have. . Though their system of time keeping lends a hand to distract you from the fact that time doesn't exist. It is ALWAYS, right now! . Right now is the time to face these liars. Right now is the time to walk away from their churches, their beliefs,, their laws, their banks, their corporations that monopolize the food industry and their set of principals which guide our entire lives. . Right now it's time to end this nightmare of illusion and deceit. . Part 2: The incitingStatement So here I am again. Ready to open my mind and allow the world to see what's going on inside. It's even harder this time to say what I need to say. . I'm feeling the pressure in a big way. What if I'm wrong? Do I really have the right to offer instruction to an entire planet? . I don't see where I've got much choice. I've already opened the door. . And in doing so, I revealed a pretty intense situation facing mankind that's left almost everyone wondering what we do from here. It's obvious we must do something. . I have seen the need for change myself, not only in my own eyes, but in the eyes of the homeless. The addicted. The neglected. The abused. The imprisoned. The lonely. The hated. The sad. The hurt. The rejected. The diseased. The overworked. The underpaid. The unskilled. The hungry. The exploited. The oppressed. The ENSLAVED victims of these so called Elite World Leaders of ours. . Luckily, thanks to Project Indigo, the world has people like ourselves. And we're beginning to see things clearly, and for what they really are. . As we awaken Its our first step to separating our inner self from the illusion of ourselves that was created for us. . This was done in such a subtle way, it's quite shocking to learn how we were programmed to be who we think of as, our genuine self. . A guide was established. A set of beliefs. Rules. Laws. And for the most part, we are all raised to accept these rules without question. . They told us what the stars in the sky are, and we accept it. They tell us about the shape, the size, the physics of our planet. It's accepted. They explain the nature of reality and we believe. A collection of stone tablets from history is found, its story must be correct. . Though we may not like it, the answers to solving this entire dilemma lies in what we perceive as "The Real World". . It's not a magical, inter-dimensional, or otherworldly solution we're looking for. Everything we need can be found inside ourselves. . We need to engage these Elites in the world they created and call them on their shit. . The tie that binds us all to their system of control is Money. They've ensured we all need it to survive. . The fact they've started to outlaw off-grid living in some places is proof. . Off grid detaches us from that need for money which is why it's no longer acceptable to those looking to control us that we be allowed to live that way. . What we really need to survive though, is not money, but a way to provide nutrition, clothing, and adequate shelter. . Yet even though we know this, we still allow access to these three essential requirements for a human to exist, to be dictated to us by our Leaders in an unsatisfactory way. . A hungry man is not permitted to catch a fish without first obtaining permission, which is only granted after a substantial fee (for a poor homeless person to afford) is paid. . Permission to harvest logs and claim land to build a log home is only granted after a completely insane amount of money is paid to the government. . How can the government sell me something they have no more reason to believe they should own, than I do? I was born on this planet too. . We were not created by them as objects on their list of assets to be owned, operated, and dictated to. . I think they'd disagree with me though. And that right there is proof of just how sick and twisted they really are. . For those of us who have awakened, our hearts tell us it's time for change. But what change? We feel it. We want it. We need it. But what IS it? . All we can see, even in our awakened state, is the tangled web of lies they have weaved around us. . It's overwhelming. And easy to think there's no possible way to escape the grip they have on this entire planet. . Quickly our thoughts return to how our lives are filled with commitments, obligations, and responsibility. And that we need money before all else, to meet our needs. . It's such a clever plan they used to structure society that we don't even see the very lives we live are the distraction that keep us from the truth. . Once we have the ability to see reality for what's really going on, the knowledge becomes crippling. . It's overwhelming to realize what it will take to undo what The Elite have done to us by trapping us in this system of abuse and neglect. . However, I feel the pressure beginning to fade as more and more eyes open to the harsh reality playing out around us as Project Indigo unfolds. . The Elite feel it unfolding too. So they never stop adding to their ruthless campaign of fear. . In the 1960's a young man from Britain told the world 'All you need is love!" His call was answered, and people began to break free. . However, the scope of the problem here on Earth was greatly underestimated. . The dark forces that work against the light, Wrath being one of them, more specifically, The Wrath of The Six Headed Beast, came crashing the party. . And soon enough the freedom, joy, celebration and love of this movement came to an end when it's founder, John Lennon, was shot dead in 1980. . Since that time the Wrath, Greed, Envy, Pride, Avarice, and Gluttony of The Six Headed Beast which guide The Elite, have continued to dish out punishment to all mankind. . They don't want us having the guts to attempt to stand up to our captors ever again. . Theres little doubt Unity is the solution, so, DIVISION plays a key role in the structure of society. . Division comes at us in a whole lot of different ways. And it's very, very effective. . We've all heard the saying United We Stand; Divided We Fall. As straight forward as that is, nobody believes it, or lives by it. . For every group or association, there seems to be another that is against it. . We have gun users, and anti gun lobbyists. Gay people and anti gay protestors. People who wear fur coats, people against it. Religious people and anti-religious groups. . Just having five thousand religions creates its own massive amount of division. . As does so many other things that are a part of our daily lives. Racism. Politics. Sports. Language. Nationality. Schooling. Financial status. . It NEEDS to be realized this Division is a big part of their plan to keep us under their power. . The last thing they want is for us to get along. . And if only it turned out to be as simple to repair as me telling you this, we could be free in no time. . There really does come a day when every person needs to look themselves dead in the eyes and ask themselves the hard questions. . And since Truth seems to be on everyone's agenda, that's what I'm going to give you. Some undeniable truths. . That's the signal you've all been waiting for right? Truth to justify action? . You can look up the Eastern Garbage Patch if you have to, but I'm willing to bet we all know what it is. It was discovered in 1985 after all. . And we all know what happened in 2011 when a nuclear plant in Japan lost untold amounts of radioactive water into the sea. . The consequences of which, we don't even clearly understand yet and it continues to leak to this day. . Nobody is talking about either of these problems hardly. My guess is it scares the shit out of them. . People say it was the tsunami to blame in Japan. But what about the people who made the choice to build this nuclear facility so close to something so valuable? . Did they not consider this could happen? Or just not care? Whichever way you see it, it's been over five years and we've done NOTHING to prevent these same people from doing this again! . There are 441 of these facilities on Earth if you're not aware. . And the garbage patch in The Pacific Ocean continues to grow. . I'm embarrassed that people live on the streets during the winter in a wealthy nation like Canada. This country should be a role model for the entire world! . I'd like to ask our Prime Minister Justin Trudeau why he'd chose to act so callously towards human beings obviously in need of assistance. . But I'm not so sure it's actually entirely his fault. I'm wondering if maybe we put a little too much blame on the government sometimes. . Maybe, just maybe, it's the way it is because we don't stand up and insist on it being different. WE LET IT HAPPEN! . We've decided those people aren't worthy. They are drug addicts and alcoholics, thieves, criminals, and undesirables. . I promise you, no seven year old kid ever put his hand up in class when the teacher asked "What do you want to be when you grow up?" and said, "Homeless dope fiend!!!" Or, "Hated for stealing" or "Raped and abused by my own family members till I was 12". . Harsh you say? Yes, I can be. I can paint a picture right now that would keep you awake until Tuesday, of life on the streets. . I hope you don't believe the bullshit story about how they chose that life. . Circumstances beyond their control led a vast majority of these people to where they are. Ugly, sick, hurtful and damaging circumstances actually. And the memory of it, haunts them daily. . There's people suffering all kinds of mental health issues. Thirty year olds with the comprehension for life of a twelve year old child. . They get used and abused and thrown away like garbage. But they do understand one thing. They understand that nobody wants them. And that sucks! . It's time to stand up for the ones who need people like us the most! The ones who have given up on themselves. . If you think we're going to have the kinda shit it's gonna take to change the entire world, this is what it's going to take to do that. . Yes, my plan is Massive. Yes, it's going to take all the ambition the world has to offer. So, there best be a lot available. Because this is it! You get that right? . It's pretty much down to a now or never decision. Their noose will only tighten. Unless we finally get the courage to kick over the Gallows. . We've lived this way so long because nobody has any idea how to take on these Elite Tyrants. If there is someone, they've kept their plans quiet. . People know what's happening all around them but they live in FEAR of what might happen if they act out of line. . Let's face it, we've allowed them to control everything important to our safety, wellbeing, and to generally just staying alive. . They can cut off our electricity, kick us out of our homes, poison our water, cancel our credit card, repossess our vehicles, stop the food supply, stop the fuel supply and force us to live on the streets. Hell, If we act out "bad" enough, they end up killing us. . All I can say is Enki really messed us up doing whatever he did to them all those years ago. . It's insane how people can look at the world and feel like everything is ok. It really, really is NOT ok. . There's people everywhere, all around the world, hanging their heads in defeat. They all mumble the same complaint. Bloody Government. . They're barely hanging on. They live pay check to pay check. Some have lost their families. Others struggle with addiction. They live in sub-standard, bug infested, homes. And they're losing their minds. All their money goes to survival. There is no luxury or safety net. . And this has become the new reality for a lot of what was once called the middle class. . The TRUTH is, those defeated people, the SHEEPLE we blame for the trouble in the world because they wont WAKE UP, have been beaten into submission. . I've talked with several of them lately. They get what we're about. They'd back us up in a heartbeat, but truly, they've lost the ability to believe anything can ever change. . Some have 3 kids, 1 box of Kraft dinner, 2 jobs, and no gas to get to the grocery store to cash in their last $10 food stamp. . And guess what we do to stop it. Yep, here it comes again. NOTHING! WE ALLOW IT! . Present tense! Right now. You let them. I let them. We ALL let them run the world this way. . We're not stupid. We know how much money these Elites are profiting from the extraction of natural resources, taxation, and in a number of other ways. . We know our money is being stolen by having the central banking system that's forced on us as well. If you don't; Shame on You! The TRUTH is that money alone could change people's lives. . OUCH, the TRUTH really does hurt sometimes. . If you haven't recovered from that last truth, take a break. I'm already at the next truth. It's the UGLY TRUTH this time! . And the ugly truth is, WE CAN'T allow this anymore! . These wealthy men who exploit the planet and only care about your ability to generate income for them, have to go. . It's obvious they have no morals. How much TRUTH will it take before you will act? . I'm sick of how they use our children as pawns in war after war after war. There is no need for war, except one. Profit. . Are you able to look yourself in the eye while denying war requires a lot of resources such as military uniforms, guns, bullets, missiles, tanks, helicopters, tents, bedrolls, food, radio equipment, super computers, vehicles, and on and on? Where do you suppose all those products come from? . If you don't know, The Elite own companies through dummy corps, associates, and lawyers which produce all these products. . And they sell these products to the government for a way over inflated price. . And WE PROVIDE them with the money to have their sick, twisted goals come to fruition. . Yeah, that's exactly what we do. WE allowed it all!! We ARE ALLOWING IT! . And without Hardcore damning evidence against them, we are ALL unwilling to act? WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH US??? . The evidence is all around. Every homeless person is evidence, every hungry person is proof! But we live in DENIAL of this TRUTH! . This is why it becomes so important to prove whether the earth is flat or round. Or if the alien agenda is unfolding. Or a million other conspiracy theories. . We submerge ourselves in an illusion of our own. We "feel" like we're helping to wake the world up. . And though we do our very best in life, it's really our way of avoiding the truth..which is more TRUTH for you to contemplate. . I can see it already, since I feel I've given you enough TRUTH to warrant action, my plan, the ONLY plan, will be heavily criticized as Fear dictates from within. . The idea of CERN in action is probably the scariest thing I've ever heard, and knowing it's up and running, really does generate the fear that affects my thinking. . And should they discover something extreme with this machine? Then what? Do you believe they are searching for something to share with us? Or use against us? . And why can they act like this building whatever crazy machines they want? . You know right? Don't you? You. Me. And everyone else let them do whatever they want, and we pretend they can't be stopped. . But they can. And I am willing to step up and tell you how! . Project Indigo and The One World Solution . As an empath I feel what people are thinking and feeling. If you're lying to me, or being dishonest, or you're untrustworthy, I usually pick up on it right away. . It's kind of odd, but rarely do I pick up on the good stuff about people, but it happens. Not feeling anything bad is the same thing though so it's good enough. . For me though, it's not just about my immediate surroundings or those I'm close with. . My reach extends to cover the entire planet. I feel you all. Well, again, I feel all those who are hurt, sad, angry, depressed, and despondent or otherwise unhappy. . It's a heavy load to say the least. Some days lately, I just can't seem to shake it either. . Somehow though I've managed to avoid returning to the state of mind from which I came. . The first 30 years of my life I couldn't handle it. Billions of points of darkness, all descending on me at once. I admit it, I was a mess. . I tried and tried to figure it out. But I never got anywhere. I didn't know why I felt the way I did, which was overwhelmingly depressed, hopeless, and empty. . Looking back later, I realized I was being given the opportunity to see the world for what it really is. Filled with smiling people living a lie. . I decided to try and figure out what was so awful that had the world living this lie. I wanted to know what made us all feel so insecure on the inside. . Even the strongest among us, the ones who appear the most together, hide secrets from us about what is going on inside them. . I soon realized there's something missing in our lives. An empty void no one can explain. And I think it's in everyone. I've heard it so many times in my life from so many different people. And I felt it inside myself too. . A lack of understanding about who we really are, and what our purpose here is seems to be the issue in question. . How else do you explain this need in so many people to seek out ways to make ourselves feel better? Better than what? . People with everything going for them even fall victim to it. Their lives are saturated with material goods, money, education, friends, family, success, love, stability and security. . But they still want, even need, more. It's intriguing to me that people with all this aren't satisfied either. . We're all shrouded in mystery by a question nobody has ever been able to answer in anything but theory. There are no facts when it comes to the origin. . It leaves many people unsatisfied to a point where addictions, depression, and a lot of other problems enter their seemingly awesome lives. . I don't understand how, with everything going for them, people end up dead from suicide, like Robin Williams for example. . Or the endless list of other celebrities who die drug and alcohol related deaths on the regular. . It's like they are hiding some terrible secret and holding it in pushes them over the edge. . I've wondered a few times about those Hollywood types, why they are called Stars for instance. . Any number of different objects could have been selected to objectify them. Maybe they know something we don't. . Whatever the case, it says to me, something is really wrong with the human race. And I want us to fix it. . The only thing that makes any sense though, is genetic modifications by aliens when I really examine things. Nothing else explains why deep down inside were never satisfied. And that, I don't know how to fix yet. . There is a ray of hope shining down though. The process of repairing genetic manipulations done by The Annunaki on humans in the distant past, has begun. I call it Project Indigo. . The results of which, is the arrival of people far more in tune with the needs of those around them, and this planet in general. . Intelligent, gifted people called Indigos. And we're meant to change things here in a big way. . I can't lie though, it's been a real struggle trying to gain understanding from other Indigos about what I've gone through in my life. More so about what the past five months have been about for me. . Yes, I've known about Indigos most of my life. And that I'm one of them. But when I talk to a lot of the others, demonstrate my ability, and share my knowledge, it's like I'm speaking some foreign language or something. . Trying to figure out how to penetrate the veil of illusion cloaking this world, has become a major source of struggle for me. . I've been trying to get through to the others who feel a duty towards changing the structure of how this planet operates. . I thought it would be easy getting through to the like-minded. I can say though, it's been anything, but easy. Sure, there's a lot of interest, I can't deny that. . But, do I think people are ready to actually live it, stand up with me and confront the Evil Empire? I'm not overly enthusiastic let's just say. . And the task of getting through to those who have no concept for what I'm trying to share, well, that's extremely discouraging. Nothing gets through. Nothing. . And if that wasn't enough, there's also the religious people. They feel no need to care about anyone but themselves. . They believe Jesus somehow has selected them personally, for saving, and that's what matters to them. . Their only suggestion is for us all to accept Jesus, be content with that, and ignore the evil, sick, and disturbing way The Elite run the world. Turn a blind eye. . They have no care or concern for the suffering endured by those who won't accept Jesus. And they see nothing wrong with that. . In fact, I've been told it's my own fault that I suffer since I won't accept their advice to surrender myself to their saviour Jesus. So changing them, extremely not likely to happen either. . Yeah. I'm feeling the pressure. And it's no fun. Like Christian's waiting for Jesus to return, I find myself hoping for some miracle to happen that opens everyone's eyes. . I'm not one to sit and wait for things to fix themselves though. So here I am, trying to make things happen. . I also have another thing in the way I experience life besides being an Indigo with empath traits. . I see what I call, The Big Picture. I don't analyze situations for the effect they have on my immediate surroundings. And I don't look for a local solution. . So, for example, if I see a person who hasn't eaten for awhile, I don't look for an apple to provide, I look for the reason why, not only this person had to go without, but why all people on this planet went hungry today. . Again, it's an overwhelming way to approach the day. But it's my way. And I am who I am. So I try to roll with the punches. . After all, it's the whole world that's in trouble so a solution that works for everyone is what we need. . I've always had this vision for One World. I mean really, that's what it is. One World. . The Elite would like us to think differently. Considering all the division they've created, it's pretty obvious. . But the truth is, we are all in this thing called life together. Right here, on a planet called Earth. . That's how I know the threat of New World Order is straight up reverse psychology. Pure hype. It's actually the last thing The Elite would ever want. . And the realization they would go to the trouble and extent to create the massive amount of fear on the subject, speaks loud and clear to me. . One World! One government. One race. Human. Cause, that's exactly what we are. Human Beings. . What we aren't, is all the labels they've applied. According to them I'm a North American from Canada who lives in Alberta, resides in Edmonton, on the West End, my block on 123 street. Hmmm. . It's a bit much. Especially when they add in I'm a Caucasian and my heritage is Hungarian. . Is all that really necessary? Of course not. Earthling from Edmonton would do fine by me. We know it's part of the design though. The Division. . I've talked about this division many times before. I'm always saying how it goes a long way to keeping The Elite right where they are. . And again, I'll point out they are in full control of every single one of our lives Enki never did forget the reason genetic changes were needed to begin with. . The original humans The Annunaki found when they arrived on Earth, opposed the plan to put them to work in the mines. . Acting as one united group, they simply refused to do what was asked of them. And they forced Enki's hand, proving the power of unity. . In the long run it turned out worse for us. Yes, I get that. We're still enslaved to this day because of it. . Even though, everyday somebody tells me I'm crazy to think this way. . They tell me about how good they have it, and how they aren't a slave. The bad news is, not only are we slaves, we are prisoners too. . Nobody is exempt from passport requirements. None that I know of anyways. . If you want to leave a country like Canada, you will need the permission of not only Canada, but also the country you intend to enter. . That, my friends, is what I call a minimum security prison. Instead of a big electric fence with barbed wire, these prisons keep us inside with imaginary lines called borders. . And the threat of punishment, should you decide to try and sneak your way out. . I feel bad for the people stuck in places like North Korea. For everyone to appreciate the free world, they also had to create places to remind us just how good we've got it. . The hard part for me is knowing all the people who believe this ridiculous nonsense is for their own good, aren't even at fault. . Had it not been for Enki's extensive experimentation trying to hijack our souls, things wouldn't be nearly as bad and out of control. . Things wouldn't have progressed to the division of these regional prisons which came about because of an idea Enki had when he seen all the different skin tones appear. . Until Enki had arrived, the only understanding humans had of each other was they were all equal. . He introduced the belief they were not equal using a concept called authority. . With authority one individual was given the power to control what others should, and should not do. To enforce this concept of authority, punishment was brought into the world of humans. . And since his genetic upgrades had taken hold, the humans cowered when threatened with punishment. They really didn't like it at all. . The part of them that had stood up to Enki originally, was completely wiped out. . He influenced decisions that put the light skinned humans in the positions of authority over the rest of the population. . And for thousands of years, that was life for us as the mining expedition was carried out and completed. . Once the rest of his kind left Earth, Enki influenced decisions that led to a tighter form of social structure known as the government. . The top spot in the hierarchy became the envy and desire of all the others who held lesser positions of authority. . It didn't take long for corruption to settle in as each member of the government set out to gain the favor of the higher ranking officials. . And the people not included in the government quickly took a dislike to it. . Seeing a potential for problems, Enki went one step further. He needed a control mechanism that would force people to conform. . So, in the way I talked about earlier, religion was put in place to reduce us to mere servants in our own minds eye. . So like I've said before, I am an old soul. How old? Not sure, but to be honest, I think this is it for me. My last time out. . Anyone who really knows me, has no doubt of the warrior that exists in me. It's been a big part of my journey. And it shows. . But it's not been my only role by a long shot. I made it to the inside circle, more than once. Behind the scenes. That's right, I've played both sides in this battle. . As you may have noticed, I have a way with words. I should though. Words were my life, three times over. . Law and politics. I'll bet you've read some of my philosophy as well. I'm shown it was very well received. . I'm sorry but that's as deep as the revelations go. I can't tell you exactly who I was. She doesn't show me that much. But I feel every bit of who I was when I approach any of these roles. . So, I have a confession. One of the reasons I can see the illusion so clearly is, I helped create it. . I lied earlier. I know exactly why I have such an empty feeling inside. I regret it. I mean, I really, really, regret it. . Several attempts to make good on my past lives only ended in more regret added to the burden of my old soul. Knights Templar for example. . Sitting here right now, and seeing the world for what its become AND knowing I played a part in it, yeah, it's no wonder my anxiety came back. . So that's the real reason why I've been so determined to change this cesspool of misery. And in trying to do that, only two words matter to me. . One World. . Nothing else. I walked away from everything for this one last chance. . In the five months since I heard the call, my entire life changed. And continues to change. . I wish I could say it's changed in good ways, but that wouldn't be true. She's become obsessed. And nothing can stop Her. . My health is failing. I barely sleep. I shut out my friends. My family. Lost my job because of the health problems. . I gained a 20 year old daughter, only to lose her. . I also Fell in love, but let the need to write whatever this is, rule over all, and I lost that too. . This is all there is for me. My debt to humanity. . I owe this to every single one of you. I want to go out knowing I did all that I could. . More than that, I want to go out knowing we did it. We won. We changed the world. And made that empty little spot inside everyone, disappear forever. . One World. One Love. And there's only One Way. . Do I wish a magical solution existed that was quick and easy and offered up a whole lot of instant gratification? I do. . But nothing, not one damn thing about my life this time around was easy. . I was bullied and picked on from 7-18. Viciously. Honestly, you don't even want to know. It only ended because I messed up and went to jail. . The funny thing about it, the people locked up in there with me, had nothing but respect . . They didn't know me, or my issues with bullying. But in their company, the only one who could ruin that respect, was me. . As long as I continued to act in a way not to lose respect, I was all good. So different from the "real" world I grew up in. And, a welcome change. . I'm not surprised I spent the next 14 years of my life as a part of their circle. Both inside prison, and when I got out. . It was my first realization of the illusion. How could it be the very people society condemns and uses as the bad example, were far superior in human relations than any regular citizens I'd ever met? . What I liked best was nobody talked bad behind your back, which was the normal where I came from. . Nope these guys had the respect and courage to say what they had to say right to your face, if they had something to say. . In 1999 with no skills, a long criminal record, and fresh out of jail, things changed. . I'd waited over 30 years, the thought of what that strange little creature had told me when I was four years old, always at the forefront of my thoughts. . Though I didn't understand it before my true awakening, it was that very creature who protected and guided me down my path, placing all the knowledge I'd need to write this, in my sights. And I thank her for that. . At the time I had the undeniable feeling it was time for the next phase of my life. I'd learned what I needed from that journey. It was time to move on. . So I just ended it. I walked away, much to the shock and surprise of a whole lot of people. . 18 years later, here I am. I'm still a "free" man. Though the reality checker says nothing's free. Absolutely nothing. Every single breath comes at a price. . It's that knowledge, the understanding of how deep the control, corruption, and deniability goes, that just boggles my mind. . In reality what I mean is, it boggles my mind that there are people who will look you right in the eye and tell you truthfully, they don't think there is anything wrong with the world. . I laugh and say they're right. It's not the world that's the problem, it's the people running it. . Take a good, hard, honest look at the world and tell me the people running the show deserve to be in charge of our future. . People aren't starving in some places because there is no food for them. They are victims of the insatiable greed, and indifference of their leaders. . The homeless aren't without a place to Iive because there are no homes for them. They are victims of a system that cares only for their capacity to pay for a home. . The environment isn't raped and pillaged because there is no alternative technology. There's no shortage of brilliant ideas suppressed by power hungry, greedy, profit driven, mega corporations. . Racism isn't rampant because people with different skin tones are actually poisonous to each other. Racism is rampant because those in power understand that a world full of people who hate each other is a world full of conquered slaves to perpetuate their cycle of entrapment. . I PROMISE, should we choose to see the problems stated above are part of a master plan called Divide and Conquer, we can change the world!!! . Do you honestly not know what it's like to live in a place like Syria? Or Iraq? Or North America (the illusion runs deep here)...I was talking to some of them myself here on FB, and it's really really wrong. . And that's why One World is indeed the solution. It's time everyone was included, welcomed, and made to feel like they belong. . Starting with the ones we've already allowed to slip through the cracks into a deplorable state of poverty, addiction, crime, and homelessness. . Are you aware close to half the world lives in a state of poverty? . Eighty percent of the worlds population has to survive on ten dollars a day or less. EIGHTY PERCENT. . Where I live, Edmonton Alberta in Canada one in eight people live in poverty. That's 100,000 people. Just in one city. . When I learned up to 22,000 children die every single on this planet directly due to poverty, I had to take a break. I couldn't stop crying. . I haven't cursed once in this entire disclosure but, WHAT THE FUCK PEOPLE??? . There are 123 democratic countries on Earth. And 69 others that are not. . I haven't researched any additional info about other places, but I found out some interesting info about political regulations in Canada. . I'm quite sure I'll find the same right to try what I'm going to explain, in the other 122 democratic countries on Earth. . Creating a new political party is simple. A few forms, a signature, proof of support from 250 citizens who believe in your vision, and a reasonable fee of about $500. . Anybody can run for Prime Minister. The only restriction I could find states you may not run if you are currently imprisoned. . Even a criminal record like mine doesn't disqualify me. It's their belief that my record being a public document would surely discourage anyone from supporting my ideas knowing what I'd done in the past. . Personally, I don't embarrass easily and I have nothing to hide. I am who I am and did what I did. I have no issue admitting my mistakes. And I freely share the lessons I learned from it all. . Besides, I paid my debt to society for what I've done in this lifetime. As mine is a vision of forgiveness, I feel quite fine in being the example., . By now I'm sure you're realizing a little what my idea for this thing called One World is. . But, it's more than just one thing. It's several ideas brought together under one banner. . I'm sure I mentioned how ambitious the idea is, and how it won't be easy. That's the truth. . But what it will be is a magnificent marvel of rebirth. A unity machine that brings people together, confronts old thoughts and perceptions, then generates hope, love, and change. . All of which fosters rebirth of a society that was lost to the callous nature of the way The Elite vultures approach the issues in question. . I've spent many years intermingling with people from all walks of life. I've sat with the homeless as one of them. And dined at the table of millionaires. . I'm that kind of guy. I can carry myself in any circle. I see us all as equal. . Not in strength or intelligence or ability. No. Too many view equality that way so they can deem themselves superior. . When I think about equality, what I think is every person deserves an equal opportunity to discover where they fit in the world. . Everyone has their place, it's just a matter of sorting it out and finding where we all belong. . From a place where you feel you belong, you can contribute to maintaining a sustainable society much better than if you're lost, and busy searching for your place. . And the people I'm referring to, are quite lost. They are the poor. The lower class. The rejected. . And a whole lot of them once had a better title to live with. At one time, they were a part of the middle class. They were content with their little pink houses and white picket fences. . Just the idea of going through life referred to as lower class, is enough of an insult to warrant non-conformity to the rest of the population. It's retaliatory not instigation. . It's sad, but the population can't even see it was not the poor who turned their backs walking away, leaving a big divide among what should be, one community. . We simply cannot continue to participate in this approach. It is responsible for some very destructive results. For both sides. . And guess who the only ones are that really benefits from it all? . Like in everything, it's The Elite. . Spawned by this division comes three aspects of today's world that are cruel, sick in their nature, and deliberate in their result. . The War on Drugs. The crime cycle. And the prison cycle. All of which leave The Elite sitting on top. . All of which leave the population not of the lower brand, living in fear to ensure a perpetual state of control. . Each of these intelligently crafted tools of division provides a vast, long, deep list, of very secure, very well paying jobs. . The good folks lucky enough to get these jobs, they are very appreciative. And they vote. . They have no trouble seeing the ones branded responsible for The Crime Cycle, as trouble makers and criminals. Low life's. And deserving of any and all punishment they receive. . Those upstanding citizens must realize the absurdity of this, but like I said, they really do appreciate job security. And the great wages. They believe it's their reward for adhering to the rules in life. . And they will tell you, life is hard. They witness the hardship daily. . They see it during their interaction with the inmates at the jails they work within. . They see it as they start the day trying to find ways to apprehend the criminals who end up in those prisons. . So they block out the truth, and with a blind eye, continue on with their role in all of it regardless of who suffers at their expense. . Which is the poor. That's who pays for this vicious circle to go on. They pick on, bully, and manipulate them like them puppets to create then justify their ends. . But i see it's all just a well thought out deception. And I hope you do now as well. . And it won't bother me a bit to stand here and tell you, The prison system is a joke. The approach is insane. Comical even. To examine I mean, but absolutely not, to be trapped in. . I could offer more success from a sixty day prison sentence in the sense of rehabilitation than our current system can achieve from locking a person up for five years. . And I'm just me. Look at the resources the government has available. You'll never convince me prisons aren't this way by design. . I can easily say matter of factly, prison is in no way meant to serve the individual incarcerated and help them to become better people. . The main objective of the prison cycle, other than to provide all those jobs, and the promise of long term, secure employment to voters, is to ensure the crime cycle continues. . Which, it most certainly does. I'm sure you already see the resulting damage to the self esteem of the person caught up in this life. . These people become so crushed they no longer wish to ever be part of society again. They want out. They want to escape. At all cost. Just as the nature of the system intends for them. . Let's face it, there's no where for these disenfranchised people to go to get away. No escape. Well, ok, there's one. The subculture of drugs and alcohol. . Drugs solve all their problems. They don't have to suffer the humiliation of searching for a job when you're part of the lower class especially with a criminal record. They can generate income as drug dealers. . How else can they afford the drugs that crush the guilt, shame, and despondency associated with knowing they will never achieve the security and benefits enjoyed by the very people out to catch them? . And if you honestly believe street gangs or biker gangs or mobsters, thugs, and addicts are responsible for the sometimes mountainous loads of drugs that are busted, think again. . I know of only one group of people who can afford to score 50$ million dollars worth of cocaine. I'm sure you can too. The Elite. . Is it surprising that often these busts occur on ships, in planes, or found hidden on the very property associated with wealthy businessmen linked to Elite groups? Not to me it's not. . While he was Prime Minister of Canada, a ship owned by Paul Martin was found with over $10 million dollars worth of cocaine on it. . On the grounds of a resort vacation place in Costa Rica, owned by the Hilton family, an enormous amount of drugs were discovered not so long ago as well. . In both cases though, charges were never even considered against the registered owners. . And in the end, the blame was directed at some "low life" drug smugglers who took the fall. Coincidence? . So I hope you can now see how these cycles relate to each other. They work hand in hand to promote a system that is sacrificing an entire class of people. . And why? To benefit the people lucky enough to be higher than them in the social pecking order. . I will tell you something about these people being sacrificed. They are beautiful people on the inside, still to this day. . They are amazing artists who paint, draw, sing, create music, and write important documents for mankind among other things. . They have genuine love inside them. It's just buried under all that's been done to them in their lives. . But I've seen it when momentarily it shines through life's burdens. It's a sight to see I have to tell you. . They have just as much, if not more, to offer the world than the ones who keep them down. If only we would stand up and set them free! . It's time to reevaluate what is acceptable behaviour as a human being. We must create new ways to address our perceptions of good vs bad. . Especially when it comes to the war on drugs. It's my position this war is the catalyst that ignites the crime cycle, which in turn, then feeds the prison system. . It's time to ask ourselves if we want to continue to support this destructive cycle of abuse. . I've had this discussion many times in all the different circles I've played guest to. . The common belief is there is no alternative. There's cause, and effect and that's next to impossible to change I'm told repeatedly. But is that true? . I'm curious about what you really know about drugs? Is it personal knowledge? Or second hand? Let's not forget there has been a lot of lies told which further agendas created by The Elite. . I know what the common perception brought to us by a long running public display of sorrow called Skid Row is. . Addicts and alcoholics are sequestered in what are predominantly very old, run down, neglected sections of the inner city. The eerie backdrop of dilapidated buildings only adding to the illusion. . Here they are on full display for the straight edged, ill informed, loyal citizens, who would never consider stepping out of bounds and trying drugs themselves, to see. . They have no need to try them, the obvious result of drug use is seen in the faces of the homeless, malnourished, dirty, addicts on the street. Right? . The truth is, those people on skid row represent 3-5% of all drug users. They are the result of extreme circumstance. . A vast majority of the time they have mental health issues as well. These people are NOT AT ALL the true face of the drug using public. Not even close. . Over 95% of people who use drugs Do Not end up impoverished, addicted, and destroyed. . I won't say they have perfect lives, but we all have our issues, everyone. But, they maintain. And that's no reason to go after, and ruin someone's life. . You must get how valuable life is. I hope so anyways. Because it's very special. And we only get one. Though it could be a long drawn out Path of past lives. . They are your neighbors, co-workers, children, family members and friends. Perhaps it's the doctor you have an appointment with. Or the sports star you root for. Or the police officer writing you up for speeding. . The FACT is about 60% of drug users keep their drug use a complete secret from nearly everyone they know. The only exception, the dealer they meet in private, behind closed doors. . And a few select friends who are almost always completely removed from their regular circle. No mutual friends. . They have jobs. They go to work. They attend church. They drive their cars. They take their children to movies. They attend parent teacher meetings. Your kids have been to birthday parties at their house. They are at the mall. At the grocery store. Playing golf. Fishing with their kids Sunday afternoon. And they are high. . And because you had no idea, you talk to them. You work with them. You laugh with them. Even enjoy their company. And nobody has a clue. Or a bad thing to say about that person. . Unless you've been there like I have, you can’t begin to imagine all the people involved who have never even been suspected of drug use. . The numbers would astound you. I mean blow your mind. And they are from every single walk of life. The sober and the naive among us, are right in the middle of a lot of drug use and don't even have a clue. . But then something happens to expose this clandestine drug use. And instantly, everything changes. . Suddenly people fear them. We no longer trust them. They lose our respect and friendship. They're let go from their jobs. And demonized. And why? Before we found out this information we thought they were nice, reasonably well adjusted, people. . What if I told you that one of the most harmful consequences of drug use, is the response from misinformed people who believe the illusion and cast judgement on otherwise good people? . No matter what happens, these people will never become like The worst three percent of drug users on display down along skid row. . It's obvious to me they are there to foster the illusion that drugs users are among the lowest forms of life on this planet. Weak, spineless, cowards. . But I’ve been there. I was their dealer! I know the truth about who really uses drugs, and what kind of people a large majority of them are. Good People. And now, so do you!!! . The truth about the remaining percentage of drug users, the ones who fuel the crime and prison cycles is a little more difficult to approach. A lot of them have evolved into this criminal element because they are adrenaline junkies and thrill seekers. And they enjoy crime in a way. . They enjoy the sense of payback they feel committing crimes against the very society which rejected them at some point in their lives. . And they appreciate not having to conform to societies structure based on time. It sounds strange, but there are those of us who just need to BE. . We are on our own time schedule. We don't acknowledge a set bedtime. A set time to wake up. A set time for work, for vacation. To eat. . Others fall into crime because they are very sensitive people. So the hurt they feel when family, friends, siblings, and society attach the social drug stigma to them, it cuts deeper. . They feel too ashamed, too guilty, and too afraid to face up and take responsibility for their actions. Which, in turn, pushes them into things most others try to avoid. . But knowing what their lives have become, slowly picks away at their self esteem and they remain stuck on their self destructive path. . And because they have no job, and no income, but still need food, clothing, and shelter to survive, they stay on that destructive path until it once again lands them in prison. . When you realize the depths these people go to survive, you begin to understand they must value their lives. Even in this broken state of mind in which they exist, they push forward. . What they NEED more than anything else, is simply a place in society where THEY BELONG. A place where they can heal. A place void of judgment. . Of course, where they belong, is the day before their secret drug use was discovered. . Except that would only delay the inevitable. Honestly though, what really needs to happen is for the people of this world to all learn to stand up for the truth. And for each other. . Stop accepting lies. Educate yourselves, not by others examples or explanations, but by going out and gaining your own personal understanding. . They may look scary. Or dirty. Or angry. But I'll tell you one thing about street people, they are also lonely. . And all it takes is making the effort to have a genuine conversation with some of them, and most times they will respond in the way they are approached. . And you will learn by talking with them like the human beings they are. . A tolerant, non-judgmental, society will achieve far greater success than a rigid society controlled by fear, any old way you look at it. . A society that fully accepts that we are not all the same, and respects the differences in us, will stand the test of time. It really does take all kinds to make the world go around. . You do understand that if smoking marijuana was simply accepted by everyone, how much it would change the world? . That one simple acceptance, all on its own, would have such an impact, you would have to call it a monumental, revolutionary, act of peace and healing between all of mankind. It would be a beautiful thing. . Here's what would happen. Most importantly, families would no longer be torn apart over it, as going to jail for marijuana would end. . That means less children from broken homes. Less broken homes means kids experience a two parent family lifestyle, and hopefully, less stress. And more discipline. . These kids grow up with fewer problems. They do better in school and keep their respect for the world. . It blows my mind thinking of the kids growing up in the alternative, and hating life because someone close to them was taken from them by their very own government. . The demand on criminal courts, policing, and housing for offenders in prison is reduced greatly. . Other government projects such as availability of treatment programs for addiction, and mental Heath issues could receive the major over haul they so badly need. . As well the financial savings could be used to develop industry specifically to employ the people leaving rehab facilities. . Making an honest effort to regain control of their life should be recognized for the accomplishment it is. And all the help that can be provided, should be provided with top of the line, cutting edge, approaches. . To me it would make far more sense to simply accept drug use as a personal choice. That way we can all look out for each other. . Instead of condemning those who take it too far, and start failing at life, sentencing them to an existence without hope, let's help pick them back up, and put them on their feet again. . I beg you, help me end the days of hating them! Please😔 They are my friends, and I love them. . Yes, I know the reply to expect having expressed these ideas before. . I believe there is a solution for those who simply fail over and over. They can't stop and won't stop, and don't want to stop using drugs. . They are violent or abusive, and unpredictable. They prove they can't be managed or trusted. . Of course there are limits to what kind of behaviour would be tolerated in society. But the fact is even those people can be productive in the right setting. . The right setting for them is a minimum security, controlled environment. Small communities removed from Interacting with society, like jail, but not jail. . In exchange for the lifestyle that is proved to these people, they are to perform simple jobs that generate the income to cover the price of providing for them. . They get a small furnished one bedroom apartment to call home. A part of the community would be a Walmart type superstore that sells everything they need. . And these people would work and live here. And yes. I would expect drugs are available to them as well as access to treatment. . To get out once it's been decided you need to be there, you have to become sober. Or, should you get violent and in trouble, there is always still real jail. In which there is no access to drugs at all. . I hope you are finally beginning to see why every community has its seedy section. And for some reason, it never seems to be addressed by community leaders in a successful way. . They planned it that way. And if they didn't, I think I've shown there is a different way to consider than the messed up, cruel, way we approach people who use drugs. . As I've said many times, to beat The Elite, we need to beat them in the one way they wouldn't ever expect us to try, and that's at their own game. . Their game is politics. Of course, these politicians themselves are not necessarily The Elite. Some are. The others though, every last one, are under their thumb. Puppets. . From behind the scenes, The Elite manipulate, influence, and dictate what the politicians will say and do. And it doesn't work to the benefit of anyone but them. . Politics is a dirty game. The power and control lends its hand to corruption. It's obvious those in this position have failed to adhere to the very sense of control they project our way. Or they're just plain old evil. . Dirty or not, it's the game I feel we should play. It's the one LOOPHOLE in everything they've done to control us. . I've spent a majority of my life looking for the gap in their otherwise bullet proof armour. . Why? Why would they ignore such a wide open hole? I'll tell you. Arrogance. They created such a tangled web of division it was impossible for them to accept anyone could ever out think them. . In all ways possible they believe to find a way past the trap they laid out that has caught most all of us, is impossible. But they were wrong. . First thing I'm going to do is show you some interesting numbers. In 2014 in Canada 26,618,560 people filed an income tax return. Here is a brief overview of what was earned and by how many people. People Wage 2,015,670 under $5,000 8,532,860 under $20,000 18,226,430 under $50,000 3,094,980. over. $75,000 164,220 over. $250,000 Somewhere around $40,000 is the low income cut off or poverty line for a family of four. . Approximately $19,000 is the low income cut off or poverty line for a single person. . What this says to me, because nobody is happy to live in poverty, is there's an awful lot of unhappy potential voters all connected by at least one thing in common, they are struggling for money. . And who did I mention are being pushed into the world of drugs? Right, the poorest among us. So I'd think it's safe to say, these people have more in common than just lack of money. . I can only imagine how grateful they would feel to know of a plan to restore their dignity and eliminate the constant threat of arrest a good deal of them live with, whether it be buying or selling drugs. . Through all the hardships, the long days in prison, the cold nights, homeless with no place to go, I can tell you this, I wouldn't take back a single moment. . Every bit of anger. Each day of despair, every loss I ever felt, and dream that was ever crushed, tells me how bad I wanted this for you all. . I endured it all with a purpose though. And a bit of help. Every single day of it, a voice in my head guiding me through it. Pushing me from one intense observation to the next. Though many times it was just me replaying it myself, to keep it fresh. Reflecting. . Many people wonder how and why I survived my life. Not only survived it, but in the face of things most people will never understand, or experience, I walked tall through it all to be here with this vision. . I get that it's hard to fathom, but really, that's what life is, conscious observation. And it's our job to decipher what it is we're being shown. . We're all given this ability. Some see with their eyes. Some their ears. Me, I see with my mind. The Minds Eye. And it has always shown me the way. . Through it all, I never forgot the day a strange little creature told me that one day it would all be understood. And how important it was for us all that I just keep my mouth shut and do what had to be done. . I'm glad there is an explanation for the people hurt by my actions during my life. I am sorry. I hope you see the love that went into this disclosure and know that it was not my desire, intention, or choice to have done you wrong. This story had to be told, and it had to be real. I had to live it to be able to tell it. . The world is what it is because nobody has seen the world like I have. And because I was shown stuff in ways that I was, we are facing what I really hope is a major turning point in history. The Age of Change. . And to those who did me wrong, I thank you all for providing such deep inspiration and strong desire to keep going. . And to be sure, I have no hard feelings towards a single one of you. . In fact, it's the ones who hurt me most, I hope get the most from what I've said. . I know the kind of personal pain that causes people to lash out and hurt other people. I want that little empty spot in you to go away the most. . So how exactly are we going to accomplish this monumental feat? . Well first things first. There are an awful lot of people in The Struggle Zone. . And the power to change this system lies in wait inside them. Some know it, most don't, but everyone soon will. . We are all tired of not only that empty little feeling inside us, but the crippling financial pinch imposed by The Elite. . We are tired of how's it's left an awful lot of people living in poverty, or dangling from a thread waiting to drop below the invisible line that separates us from it. . 22,000 KIDS have died since this time YESTERDAY because of it. And I will stand up and say NO LONGER will I sit by quietly and accept this as a fact of life! . Especially NOT while at the same time trillions of dollars are hoarded by WORLD SCUM! . This is it. No more fucks given! I have no job, and no recognized skills to offer. I'm single so nobody depends on me. . And soon I will face eviction, it's Dec 31 today and I'm a little light on the rent. . That's okay though, my desire to continue trying to live by societies standards and hoping things will get better are over! . I really hope when I look back over my shoulder in a few days I see you all there watching my back. This all starts with us! And once again, I'll be that guy, the one who goes first! We've been suckered into a system that presents itself as the only option. Wouldn't that be a monopoly? Which, yep, isn't exactly the way things are supposed to be done. I would consider The USA a business before a country, wouldn't you? Maybe I'm wrong, I don't know. . But we ALL know that the things that are supposed to be done, ceased to matter quite some time ago anyways right? I'm not about to point out any more than I already have. . I can't imagine anybody still not understanding that we MUST stand up to The Elite rule UNITED by the very poverty The Elite imposed to keep us down. . For my entire life I've watched the same Mega Charities shamelessly parade malnourished children with flies buzzing around them on TV. Over that 40 years I've never seen a time when they weren't there. . If you thought I would forget and let's this insanity slip by, well, you were wrong. I'm going to stand up and confront them head on too! . How can I be expected to believe nothing has changed in that much time? . Africa is not a resource poor continent. Not at all. What it is I've learned by talking to the PEOPLE of Africa, is that they have what I call a massive mismanagement problem. The Elite call the shots and exploit a civilization that has been crushed by poverty. . Forty years with a Mega Money Stream of cash pouring in! Nothing changed! . If that doesn't say it's time to demand an answer; What will? What excuse will you provide for doing nothing? . They are LITTLE KIDS for crying out loud!!! I am NOT OK knowing they still live in squalor. . Not while others hoard Billions of dollars from the people. . I'm sorry but how can any of us accept this? Yet here we are! WE all ACCEPT this! Seriously! How is that possible? . As I said before One World is a combination of related ventures all branded together as part of one world wide functioning unit of renewal, repair, and unity. . We are going to all help each other progress in life. It really just makes zero sense to hold each other back. Doesn't it? . One World will operate in one of its capacities, as a Charity. A hands on, boots on the ground interactive charity. . Instead of raising money and paying ourselves fabulous salaries, then helping out how we can, with what's left over, I'd like things to be a little different. . Actually I'd like One World to be a lot different. Instead of money, I'd like see our members donate OURSELVES instead. In a number of ways. . Don't forget ALL these services exist already. Not to discredit the amazing efforts of the people who attempt to make these projects work, but they currently fail us. Access is limited. . The reason why is an extremely disproportionate lack of funding from the government to ensure these essential needs run at optimum performance levels as they should. . In the long run, I'm talking about mentoring programs for children. Food banks. Life coaching for adults. We will be middlemen between employers and potential employees through the business community. A place they can connect. . Day care facilities for working parents could be created. We will offer addictions counseling and eventually treatment. . As well as many other services aimed at addressing the many abuses and deep wounds suffered by the people who most desperately need these services. . And we will conduct these programs in a way that promotes UNITY, equality, and acceptance. All in the name of One World. . To begin this very ambitious project an online presence needs to be created that expresses our ultimate vision. . A list of goals to achieve our vision will spell out why we feel the need to take action. It will show the world to people so they can see the illusion and break free! . The website will be something tangible people can attach to and show their support. . I'm not a computer guy. So I will ask anyone who would like to donate their capabilities to work as team to create the One World website, to send me a message. . And this website will be the ignition switch that fires people up into supporting the One World Collaborative. . As I said this idea is huge. Very ambitious. And world wide. With roots in every democratic nation on Earth. All 123. . One World Collaborative is our move into the world of Politics. We are an amazing, and extremely intelligent group of people. . These websites will appear and be promoted in EVERY democratic nation on Earth. All 123 of them. A new Party will be established. A branch of One World's political party will become an option in every single of the these free countries. . From these websites we will promote a message of our approach and desire to restore the dignity of the lower class in the ways I've outlined in this article. . We will earn the respect of what's left of the middle class in the process as they realize it is them who will feel the reduced impact of poverty the most. . As the lower class begins to rebuild lost belief in themselves, and esteem guides their way, relations between the lower class and those who once believed themselves above them, are conducted with a growing level of equality and recognition. . As our efforts move from an online presence to the real world and we begin to establish a relationship in person with these people as we reach out to help them, the little light starts to shine in the eyes of them all. . All the possibilities that await them in a world where The One World Collaborative makes up the government in 123 countries around the world sets them FREE from the belief the system had to continue as it always has. . It will be clear the political ties to The Elite and the policies they've imposed that have brought corruption, mismanagement of resources, and poverty to this world for quite long enough, will dissolve. . The vision I have is for a government is nothing like anything else that's been used before. . I see a government that is totally transparent in all ways. It is not the position of One World to keep secrets or make single handed decisions that affect everyone or impose its will on anyone in anyway. . Finances, and resource wealth distribution at the top of the list. . Before you try to explain your anarchist views where we have no government and simply govern ourselves, know this. . The need and expectation by humans for guidance has been deeply ingrained over thousands of years. There is no magic switch that turns it off. . That is why the goal of One World is to slowly, over time, restore what The Elite have taken, restricted, and controlled. And return the population to a more natural and sustainable way of conducting our affairs on Earth in a far less profit driven and destructive manner. . The End game being a self sustaining, unified world that stands up for each and every one lucky enough to receive The Gift of Life on Planet Earth. . One strength. One wisdom. One Spirit. One challenge. And it awaits you answering this call. The End. 2016 Cory Figura [email protected]

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