It’s late later than I wanted. I took her home and never talked about it again.

She’s looking at me strangely like she hearing a far off voice. “Pull over, they want us to pull over.” I’m not stopping! “Pull over it’s ok.” I don’t know why I stop, but she has never lied to me. It was like a reflex. I’m stopped but I forgot how long it’s been.

Her milky skin only illuminated by the dash light and I’m lost to it until a light bright as 100 stadium lights burns in the woods next to the car. Without words we both dress and start the car. The light begins to pace us. Flying through the trees as fast as I can push my Chevy.

Missing the me that they knew, but is no longer. From a place that is no longer. Longing for a return.

Pure illumination above me only a few hundred feet. No sound, only wind and the falling of large snowflakes. A crystalline cacophony. Like a billion tiny broken glasses. I could feel them up there. Looking down at this human in the snow.

It's a small town. Christopher may not be a perfect human, but he saw something that stayed with him. That I believe. I also believe the 53 year old woman who stopped to watch the jets fight an amber orb while mowing her lawn. Michigan is a special place. Lots of quality UFO lore here.

I believe this happens more than we think, and I hope more pilots come forward.

They are hung from lamp posts. The trinational elite, these immorbid, podophilic crime syndicate members are piled into pits and set ablaze on liveleak. We return to the dune face knowing this has only bought us a few thousand years, and hope that will be enough. - @LensOfBlackSteel.bsky.social

That and laze 80% of the worlds military powers to glass, and eject their satellites into solar collision. Their nuclear warheads already rendered inert in their storage facilities, silos, and underground tunnels. They fall into Earth and fire and brimstone, AS BITTER STONES! The world continues.

She begs humanity to pacify, to seek absolution. To care for the Ocean, and the Trees. Collectively we have refused, and for that we will have the rod of man struck against our backs. She has left me a Lens of Black Steel. To starve us of self righteous suicide. Nuclear winter will have to wait.

I was tricked, or convinced and ferried them into our waters. I bred them into being. Breathing into their tight nostrils the wisdom of my density. I became a part of something larger than I could comprehend. Burning millennia before my eyelids. I see now in an ageless way, and I have become old.

It holds beings we would call Angels, Quantum AI weaved into the fabric of time. Along with the "souls" of their planets dead. An undulating, inversing, fractalizing mass of bodies and minds. Pleading to be cast into stillness. For me to bring them back. I reluctantly agree.

Build perfect lawless cities of floating Wellstone.

We have these tech ghouls these immorbid’s ruling us with fear and surveillance. Building the portals for their alien demigods to grant them unlimited wealth. They’ll print themselves younger bodies, new containers, and they’ll digitize their souls.

Lacquer fumes work too.

Or that its user base is a bunch of unhinged jackoffs who would bet on the fate of sovereign nations during wartime.