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Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: Tell Them the Secret Story
Today's code is "56th Day, Last Year".
Just as I was thinking up a nice peace plan to present to the American people--a kind of amnesty or forgiveness based on the words said to have been said by Jesus, "Sin no more"--just as I was about to do that my Old Pal God gave me a glimpse into some American hearts.
(When it comes to the American heart, beauty is truly skin deep; but that's another story.)
I have been asked by God to tell you quite an old story, of an event three thousand, four thousand five thousand years ago, I am not sure any more because I have more dings on my brain than a '53 Chevy on its body after Destruction Derby Day.
This story was originally written in Japanese for the Japanese by God's Space Sailors. It is called "Himitsu No Monogatari" in Japanese; in English it is called "The Secret Story".
The Secret Story tells about the origin of the Japanese race and the very, very old relationship between the Japanese and God's Space Sailors.
In fact the space vessel that deposited the Japanese on what is now Japan between two and five thousand years ago was the same vessel that transported me to this Earth some 57 thousand years ago--but I am getting ahead of myself; and you may not know the Japanese myth of their having been placed on Japan by the Sun Goddess, Amaterasu.
The Secret Story tells the same story as the Japanese myth, but as seen through the eyes of the God's Space Sailors who deposited the Japanese in Japan. It is a story...how can I say this?...It is a story of intentional preservation.
This is hard to explain because we Space Sailors are not scientists and we are not running experiments with the human race; we are rambling wrecks from Interplanetary Tech, and we are damn good Space Engineers, and our focus for the last 100 thousand human lifetimes has been to prevent this Earth from dying just one human lifetime from now.
Let me take another run at this. This is the Real Olympics, after all, and I have three tries to clear the bar before I am disqualified.
There is a great engineering problem we Space Sailors have faced for some 57 thousand years; that problem being how to keep this Earth from dying in late 2064; a death we could see because we projected into that future on what you might call an inspection trip.
(That inspection trip is the story behind such events like "UFO" sightings, but if I talk about space ships you are going to think sci-fi, and if I talk about "UFOs" you are going to think Little Green Men, and if I talk about God's Space Sailors trying for 57 thousand years to save this dying globe you are going think blasphemy..
Yet that is all we Space Sailors do for a living. We save--or attempt to save--dying populated planets.
You can understand how 57 thousand years on the job site amounts to a whole truckload of stories to be told when our elbows are resting on damp bartops and there are babes all about like ripe plums for the picking and our dreams about them are ripe bananas too long at womenless sea--and one of those stories isThe Secret Story, Himitsu No Monogatari, the story of the Sun Goddess, Amaterasu, and how she set aside the Japanese to preserve their blood line.
Who was Amaterasu, or what was Amaterasu? I suggest to you Amaterasu was and is the great city sized space ship I today call "Peacemaker" and back in those days was called, "Heaven's Terrace".
Let me explain this along more prosaic lines, if anything about God's Space Sailors can be called prosaic; in the course of exploring this Earth and the many life forms she has created--they being the scent she sends out to attract her husband, God--we had dealings with every race and tribe and clan of human beings, and those dealings can be found in all myths and all ancient histories.
In the Judeo-Christian culture there is a belief that God put all God's eggs in one basket, the basket of the Jews, and that later God needed to patch a hole in that basket with Jesus; but that idea holds sway only because Western culture has exclusively bought into that particular cultural history, the Bible.
This is not to say God did not interact with the Jews; it is to say God interacted with the entire human race--and the entire animal and plant world--in the course of attempting to save the life of this beautiful Earth.
Now I am going to have to take a run at this again, make one more try to get over this bar of suspended disbelief.
You see, what we did those thousands of years ago sounds unscientific today. Did we meddle with the natural course of things? Did we mess with Nature? Did we preserve something which Nature Herself would not have preserved--could not have preserved?
Things were different in those days; such judgments were not floating around then; and we came upon a tribe of human beings doomed to extinction, and decided to save them, to preserve them.
The ancestors of the Japanese, you see, were in what we Space Sailors call "An Impossible Pocket". They were a tribe surrounded by other tribes; but that does not say it all because in those days different tribes of humans were so different they might have been different beings, so different they might have been different species.
Let me express this concept in black and yellow for you.
Say we came upon the Japanese race occupying an Impossible Pocket. Say they were a Yellow race in Black Africa five thousand years before the UN could come to their rescue..
The Impossible Pocket was that they were tens of thousands of miles from other Asian races--and how they got there is another story in itself but that is not what The Secret Story is about--and they were surrounded by Black tribes. Sooner or later the Yellows would have been wiped out by the Blacks. That was life then; that is life now; but it was more 3D then.
Understand, I am not saying the Yellow human beings would have ceased to exist five thousand years ago--not a chance, they were the most thriving human beings on this Earth; but I am saying that those who are now called Japanese would have disappeared from the face and memory of this Earth--in a sense because their adventuresome spirit had placed them in an Impossible Pocket.
(This is why, if you look closely, you can today still find scratchings of those early Japanese in Egypt , and learn why the Egyptians wrote of space vessels traveling light-years to get to this Earth, but, dangit, that, too, is another story. Clearly we have more stories to tell than time to tell them.)
So, we Space Sailors came upon the Japanese, whom we even then called "The Secret People", while involving ourselves in the construction of the Egyptian pyramids for purposes of our own.
"Purposes of our own", by that I mean we wanted to signal that we were still alive and functioning after some 50 thousand years marooned, and such an engineering undertaking, visible to patrolling vessels would announce that to the relief of our loved ones back home.
This revelation of hidden Egyptian history would naturally take me to my favorite story, my story about God's Space Sailors and how we survived and succeeded during 57 thousand years marooned on this Earth, which I call The Great Space Story; however, my Old Pal God did not ask me to tell you The Great Space Story at this time; no, my Old Pal God asked me to tell you The Secret Story, Himitsu No Monogatari.
This presents me with something of a problem in that I always felt I wanted to tell this story while living in Japan; perhaps because Japan gave me more love in five years of residence than the United States of America did in a lifetime; perhaps I just wanted to smell the residue of the story around me as I wrote it.
If I had my druthers I would write this story on the Nihonkai, the side of Honshu facing mainland Asia, perhaps at a little inn I stayed at a long time ago located a little bit north of Ama No Hashi Date, the Bridge to Heaven; but I am America's torture-slave and I rarely get my druthers.
So, unless bigger news breaks, tomorrow I will begin the serialized story I call, The Secret Story, Himitsu No Monogatari.
Yes, I am going to put day-to-day news down for a while; no money in it; and you are going to let the Republican American Fascists enslave you no matter what I report.
Don't worry, you will appreciate the right to live in slavery under Republican American Fascism. Better slaves than in your graves; yes, Americans?.
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through 56th day of its last year.
Shark America Seven Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 276
Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: Tell Them the Secret Story
Today's code is "56th Day, Last Year".
Just as I was thinking up a nice peace plan to present to the American people--a kind of amnesty or forgiveness based on the words said to have been said by Jesus, "Sin no more"--just as I was about to do that my Old Pal God gave me a glimpse into some American hearts.
(When it comes to the American heart, beauty is truly skin deep; but that's another story.)
I have been asked by God to tell you quite an old story, of an event three thousand, four thousand five thousand years ago, I am not sure any more because I have more dings on my brain than a '53 Chevy on its body after Destruction Derby Day.
This story was originally written in Japanese for the Japanese by God's Space Sailors. It is called "Himitsu No Monogatari" in Japanese; in English it is called "The Secret Story".
The Secret Story tells about the origin of the Japanese race and the very, very old relationship between the Japanese and God's Space Sailors.
In fact the space vessel that deposited the Japanese on what is now Japan between two and five thousand years ago was the same vessel that transported me to this Earth some 57 thousand years ago--but I am getting ahead of myself; and you may not know the Japanese myth of their having been placed on Japan by the Sun Goddess, Amaterasu.
The Secret Story tells the same story as the Japanese myth, but as seen through the eyes of the God's Space Sailors who deposited the Japanese in Japan. It is a story...how can I say this?...It is a story of intentional preservation.
This is hard to explain because we Space Sailors are not scientists and we are not running experiments with the human race; we are rambling wrecks from Interplanetary Tech, and we are damn good Space Engineers, and our focus for the last 100 thousand human lifetimes has been to prevent this Earth from dying just one human lifetime from now.
Let me take another run at this. This is the Real Olympics, after all, and I have three tries to clear the bar before I am disqualified.
There is a great engineering problem we Space Sailors have faced for some 57 thousand years; that problem being how to keep this Earth from dying in late 2064; a death we could see because we projected into that future on what you might call an inspection trip.
(That inspection trip is the story behind such events like "UFO" sightings, but if I talk about space ships you are going to think sci-fi, and if I talk about "UFOs" you are going to think Little Green Men, and if I talk about God's Space Sailors trying for 57 thousand years to save this dying globe you are going think blasphemy..
Yet that is all we Space Sailors do for a living. We save--or attempt to save--dying populated planets.
You can understand how 57 thousand years on the job site amounts to a whole truckload of stories to be told when our elbows are resting on damp bartops and there are babes all about like ripe plums for the picking and our dreams about them are ripe bananas too long at womenless sea--and one of those stories isThe Secret Story, Himitsu No Monogatari, the story of the Sun Goddess, Amaterasu, and how she set aside the Japanese to preserve their blood line.
Who was Amaterasu, or what was Amaterasu? I suggest to you Amaterasu was and is the great city sized space ship I today call "Peacemaker" and back in those days was called, "Heaven's Terrace".
Let me explain this along more prosaic lines, if anything about God's Space Sailors can be called prosaic; in the course of exploring this Earth and the many life forms she has created--they being the scent she sends out to attract her husband, God--we had dealings with every race and tribe and clan of human beings, and those dealings can be found in all myths and all ancient histories.
In the Judeo-Christian culture there is a belief that God put all God's eggs in one basket, the basket of the Jews, and that later God needed to patch a hole in that basket with Jesus; but that idea holds sway only because Western culture has exclusively bought into that particular cultural history, the Bible.
This is not to say God did not interact with the Jews; it is to say God interacted with the entire human race--and the entire animal and plant world--in the course of attempting to save the life of this beautiful Earth.
Now I am going to have to take a run at this again, make one more try to get over this bar of suspended disbelief.
You see, what we did those thousands of years ago sounds unscientific today. Did we meddle with the natural course of things? Did we mess with Nature? Did we preserve something which Nature Herself would not have preserved--could not have preserved?
Things were different in those days; such judgments were not floating around then; and we came upon a tribe of human beings doomed to extinction, and decided to save them, to preserve them.
The ancestors of the Japanese, you see, were in what we Space Sailors call "An Impossible Pocket". They were a tribe surrounded by other tribes; but that does not say it all because in those days different tribes of humans were so different they might have been different beings, so different they might have been different species.
Let me express this concept in black and yellow for you.
Say we came upon the Japanese race occupying an Impossible Pocket. Say they were a Yellow race in Black Africa five thousand years before the UN could come to their rescue..
The Impossible Pocket was that they were tens of thousands of miles from other Asian races--and how they got there is another story in itself but that is not what The Secret Story is about--and they were surrounded by Black tribes. Sooner or later the Yellows would have been wiped out by the Blacks. That was life then; that is life now; but it was more 3D then.
Understand, I am not saying the Yellow human beings would have ceased to exist five thousand years ago--not a chance, they were the most thriving human beings on this Earth; but I am saying that those who are now called Japanese would have disappeared from the face and memory of this Earth--in a sense because their adventuresome spirit had placed them in an Impossible Pocket.
(This is why, if you look closely, you can today still find scratchings of those early Japanese in Egypt , and learn why the Egyptians wrote of space vessels traveling light-years to get to this Earth, but, dangit, that, too, is another story. Clearly we have more stories to tell than time to tell them.)
So, we Space Sailors came upon the Japanese, whom we even then called "The Secret People", while involving ourselves in the construction of the Egyptian pyramids for purposes of our own.
"Purposes of our own", by that I mean we wanted to signal that we were still alive and functioning after some 50 thousand years marooned, and such an engineering undertaking, visible to patrolling vessels would announce that to the relief of our loved ones back home.
This revelation of hidden Egyptian history would naturally take me to my favorite story, my story about God's Space Sailors and how we survived and succeeded during 57 thousand years marooned on this Earth, which I call The Great Space Story; however, my Old Pal God did not ask me to tell you The Great Space Story at this time; no, my Old Pal God asked me to tell you The Secret Story, Himitsu No Monogatari.
This presents me with something of a problem in that I always felt I wanted to tell this story while living in Japan; perhaps because Japan gave me more love in five years of residence than the United States of America did in a lifetime; perhaps I just wanted to smell the residue of the story around me as I wrote it.
If I had my druthers I would write this story on the Nihonkai, the side of Honshu facing mainland Asia, perhaps at a little inn I stayed at a long time ago located a little bit north of Ama No Hashi Date, the Bridge to Heaven; but I am America's torture-slave and I rarely get my druthers.
So, unless bigger news breaks, tomorrow I will begin the serialized story I call, The Secret Story, Himitsu No Monogatari.
Yes, I am going to put day-to-day news down for a while; no money in it; and you are going to let the Republican American Fascists enslave you no matter what I report.
Don't worry, you will appreciate the right to live in slavery under Republican American Fascism. Better slaves than in your graves; yes, Americans?.
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through 56th day of its last year.
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