Retreat, Part 9
The $604 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Seven Down
Shark America Three Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 171
Virgil's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Profound Act of God Against Israel & USA on June 7, 2008
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: The Secret Story, Retreat (9)
Today's code is "97th Day, Last Year".
"Takum scalp, makum penny, sellum to man named Jack Benny", Spike Jones.
It seems God's Space Sailor Telepaths are approaching Sweet Victory, and all that is left now is for the walls to come tumbling down.
Let's return to our story, Retreat, where we learn more about Tea's extraterrestrial origin.
Retreat, Part 9
Earth was called Molly then, and Molly was calendarless but for the rings within trees and the movement of seas.
The time might be well estimated as 47 thousand years before the arrival of Timemarker, as We Space Sailors call the event known as Jesus Christ.
Molly had a sweet smell to her in those early times, ripening fruit that she was on her solarsystemal tree, ripe with life, rife with movement, a virgin awaiting the breaking of dawn of her wedding day--yet a mother, already having delivered a Cousin Spawn, the Human Being, yet relatively few in number.
It was about that time We picked up the last telepathic transmissions from the Master of Sweet Beauty.
"We have intruded deep into this troubled Starnests's workings," He told Us, "and Dire Consequences seem to be unfolding.
"As We proceeded in past Cerberus We saw one of its three moons had taken separate orbit. Further in, Saturn had acquired rings of debris. Yet further in, Mars was pushed further out to sea; and before We reached Mars we saw Photo was not but chunks of herself, almost totally ringing the Mother Star. Molly, which We now approach, remains alive but has a wobble and has been pushed inward. We shall orbit and examine."
A later report:
"It is Our estimation that this Solar Sister is profoundly damaged."
Transmissions then ceased for a span of several Molly days.
The Sweet Beauty was a Gala Sea Watch Vessel skippered by Graduate Chawon. It was bubble in shape and deep purple in color. It was transparent. It was a Solo Sailor Vessel. It had been assigned patrol of the 15 marginal starnests following behind the pocket of exploding starnests.
When the transmission resumed, Chawon had completed His first overview inspection of Molly's condition.
"The atmosphere is murky," He reported. "There are signs that polar cap expansions are in progress. There is a great deal of volcanic activity. There have been many major meteor hits."
About Molly's Spawn, Chawon transmitted this report:
"We hear no telepathic transmissions, nor can We see any markings which might have been made by Cousin Spawn. If They are not dead They are most likely scattered and confused. We have to know."
About 300 hours later We received Chawon's next-to-last transmission.
"We have found living Cousin Spawn. They are few, though, where there should be millions. Gestation will almost certainly have been flawed. We feel this warrants the exercising of Our Commission of Manipulation, so We have decided to set down."
Chawon's decision was tantamount to self-marooning, since such landings were outside Sweet Beauty's design. Chawon was a 14th level Prince and a graduate of Military School. He was Cousin to the endangered Spawn; and as such He had no choice but to set down.
"There is a continent shaped like a skull," the transmission continued. "The equator passes near head and jaw connection. We shall take Sweet Beauty to the ear and bury her in the sand. You shall find her there.
"Send help when You can. There will almost certainly be life and death cycles here. We shall endeavor to remember who We are. We shall always remember You."
Chawon then took Sweet Beauty to Molly's surface. Except for one transmission, his telepahy was broken up by the wild atmosphere, and that transmission was pure pathos for Us to hear.
It came three days after He landed. His voice was tense and strained. Perhaps it was the added strain which allowed His message to fly.
"Our Captors think Us ugly!
"They inflict pain on Us for pleasure's sake!
"There is a debate among Them, not whether to kill Us, no, that is certain and unanimous, but if We are safe to eat after We are dead.
"These Cousin Spawn are eons short of Reason, but They are polished in Their guile. Be aware when You come for Us and do not fall into Their hands."
Graduate Chawon's last transmitted words were these:
"It is finished. We have been killed. No time is forever. You shall come, We know. Good luck in the War, and God speed You."
Chawon was not heard of again for over 40 thousand Molly years.
As terrible as it was, the War went well for Us and the chain reaction of exploding starnests which had threatened to destroy the Gala Sea was broken.
Some 30 thousand years after Chawon's self-marooning, battle conditions were favorable enough to allow periodic search and rescue patrols by Gala Sea Watch Vessels.
Generally these ships would stay on station 50 Molly years, listening for telepathic transmissions from Chawon. These ships were of the Daring Voyager class, similar to Sweet Beauty, but larger and manned by crews of six, three women and three men; and they could land and take off if necessary.
In this way, over time, several thousand Sailors came to know the sea around Molly, and Molly's face as well as the faces of Their own Sweet Home planets.
For those Sailors, it was a tedious and disappointing duty, for it was known to each that the Soul of Chawon languished somewhere down there on Molly, but It could not be heard and It could not be sensed.
In Sailor jargon, Molly became known as Hell, and the Solar Sister became known as Hell's Waters, and the course from Sirius, the most common charting, became known as Hell's Way.
To the joy all, Sailors and Landlovers alike, Chawon was finally heard from again about 2,000 years before the time of Timemarker.
His feeble telepathic transmission came from the civilization which called itself the Middle Kingdom. They were clearly Chawon's thoughts although they were transmitted in Chinese. We knew they were his thoughts because they were sung in the style of Our Navy. We never spoke, We always sang; We never walked, We always danced. It was our way since our Enlightenment eons before.
The transmission, once begun, was repeated thousands of times in succession, as if it were the mantra of a meditating monk. It went: "Who am I? Have I ever known the sky? Do Sailors sail the Void?"
On station was the Gala Sea Watch Vessel, Bold Seeker. Her crew hurriedly decided to land in hope of establishing contact with the transmitting marooned Space Sailor, Our Beloved Chawon.
Having never known murder, We were in many ways a naive People. The old warning from Chawon was forgotten, or overlooked, or discounted by the Bold Seeker's crew.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 97th day of its last year.
Jews Jaws Seven Down
Shark America Three Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 171
Virgil's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Profound Act of God Against Israel & USA on June 7, 2008
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: The Secret Story, Retreat (9)
Today's code is "97th Day, Last Year".
"Takum scalp, makum penny, sellum to man named Jack Benny", Spike Jones.
It seems God's Space Sailor Telepaths are approaching Sweet Victory, and all that is left now is for the walls to come tumbling down.
Let's return to our story, Retreat, where we learn more about Tea's extraterrestrial origin.
Retreat, Part 9
Earth was called Molly then, and Molly was calendarless but for the rings within trees and the movement of seas.
The time might be well estimated as 47 thousand years before the arrival of Timemarker, as We Space Sailors call the event known as Jesus Christ.
Molly had a sweet smell to her in those early times, ripening fruit that she was on her solarsystemal tree, ripe with life, rife with movement, a virgin awaiting the breaking of dawn of her wedding day--yet a mother, already having delivered a Cousin Spawn, the Human Being, yet relatively few in number.
It was about that time We picked up the last telepathic transmissions from the Master of Sweet Beauty.
"We have intruded deep into this troubled Starnests's workings," He told Us, "and Dire Consequences seem to be unfolding.
"As We proceeded in past Cerberus We saw one of its three moons had taken separate orbit. Further in, Saturn had acquired rings of debris. Yet further in, Mars was pushed further out to sea; and before We reached Mars we saw Photo was not but chunks of herself, almost totally ringing the Mother Star. Molly, which We now approach, remains alive but has a wobble and has been pushed inward. We shall orbit and examine."
A later report:
"It is Our estimation that this Solar Sister is profoundly damaged."
Transmissions then ceased for a span of several Molly days.
The Sweet Beauty was a Gala Sea Watch Vessel skippered by Graduate Chawon. It was bubble in shape and deep purple in color. It was transparent. It was a Solo Sailor Vessel. It had been assigned patrol of the 15 marginal starnests following behind the pocket of exploding starnests.
When the transmission resumed, Chawon had completed His first overview inspection of Molly's condition.
"The atmosphere is murky," He reported. "There are signs that polar cap expansions are in progress. There is a great deal of volcanic activity. There have been many major meteor hits."
About Molly's Spawn, Chawon transmitted this report:
"We hear no telepathic transmissions, nor can We see any markings which might have been made by Cousin Spawn. If They are not dead They are most likely scattered and confused. We have to know."
About 300 hours later We received Chawon's next-to-last transmission.
"We have found living Cousin Spawn. They are few, though, where there should be millions. Gestation will almost certainly have been flawed. We feel this warrants the exercising of Our Commission of Manipulation, so We have decided to set down."
Chawon's decision was tantamount to self-marooning, since such landings were outside Sweet Beauty's design. Chawon was a 14th level Prince and a graduate of Military School. He was Cousin to the endangered Spawn; and as such He had no choice but to set down.
"There is a continent shaped like a skull," the transmission continued. "The equator passes near head and jaw connection. We shall take Sweet Beauty to the ear and bury her in the sand. You shall find her there.
"Send help when You can. There will almost certainly be life and death cycles here. We shall endeavor to remember who We are. We shall always remember You."
Chawon then took Sweet Beauty to Molly's surface. Except for one transmission, his telepahy was broken up by the wild atmosphere, and that transmission was pure pathos for Us to hear.
It came three days after He landed. His voice was tense and strained. Perhaps it was the added strain which allowed His message to fly.
"Our Captors think Us ugly!
"They inflict pain on Us for pleasure's sake!
"There is a debate among Them, not whether to kill Us, no, that is certain and unanimous, but if We are safe to eat after We are dead.
"These Cousin Spawn are eons short of Reason, but They are polished in Their guile. Be aware when You come for Us and do not fall into Their hands."
Graduate Chawon's last transmitted words were these:
"It is finished. We have been killed. No time is forever. You shall come, We know. Good luck in the War, and God speed You."
Chawon was not heard of again for over 40 thousand Molly years.
As terrible as it was, the War went well for Us and the chain reaction of exploding starnests which had threatened to destroy the Gala Sea was broken.
Some 30 thousand years after Chawon's self-marooning, battle conditions were favorable enough to allow periodic search and rescue patrols by Gala Sea Watch Vessels.
Generally these ships would stay on station 50 Molly years, listening for telepathic transmissions from Chawon. These ships were of the Daring Voyager class, similar to Sweet Beauty, but larger and manned by crews of six, three women and three men; and they could land and take off if necessary.
In this way, over time, several thousand Sailors came to know the sea around Molly, and Molly's face as well as the faces of Their own Sweet Home planets.
For those Sailors, it was a tedious and disappointing duty, for it was known to each that the Soul of Chawon languished somewhere down there on Molly, but It could not be heard and It could not be sensed.
In Sailor jargon, Molly became known as Hell, and the Solar Sister became known as Hell's Waters, and the course from Sirius, the most common charting, became known as Hell's Way.
To the joy all, Sailors and Landlovers alike, Chawon was finally heard from again about 2,000 years before the time of Timemarker.
His feeble telepathic transmission came from the civilization which called itself the Middle Kingdom. They were clearly Chawon's thoughts although they were transmitted in Chinese. We knew they were his thoughts because they were sung in the style of Our Navy. We never spoke, We always sang; We never walked, We always danced. It was our way since our Enlightenment eons before.
The transmission, once begun, was repeated thousands of times in succession, as if it were the mantra of a meditating monk. It went: "Who am I? Have I ever known the sky? Do Sailors sail the Void?"
On station was the Gala Sea Watch Vessel, Bold Seeker. Her crew hurriedly decided to land in hope of establishing contact with the transmitting marooned Space Sailor, Our Beloved Chawon.
Having never known murder, We were in many ways a naive People. The old warning from Chawon was forgotten, or overlooked, or discounted by the Bold Seeker's crew.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 97th day of its last year.
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