Brethren, Today is another Redday to celebrate everything accomplished on Earth so far. This great celestial event of learning how to use the scrollbar. Learning how to see the next page. Brethren, excuse me while I huff and puff on some points today. Allow me to address you by the colloquial language of our forefathers. Many people recoil at our calls for unity. Many times people point to the issues which cause them the most severe pain. They point to the forest, saying, humans are evil and kill everything natural. They point to the animals, saying, humans have little compassion and inflict artificial suffering. They point to each other, saying, the world would be better off without this virus, without the cancer called Humanity.
Brethren, this is a fucking retarded way to think. It deserves cursing loudly at. This ancient thinking won't give us the strength to move the mountain of tommorow. And moving mountains will be the least of our power. Oh sure, lots of mistakes and forgiveness will be required. We paint this world with ugly shades today only as a primer. Only to coat and prepare it. Consider the outstanding colors splashed upon the canvas of tommorow, by the children just around the corner, the children already born. The stage is set, rehearsal is over. Everything ever accomplished has prepared us for today.
Brethren, let's make peace with our ancient qualities, let's consider that we are also #ancient people. Let's take comfort in remaining asleep until we're fully rested. Lets be OK hitting the snooze button on these alarming events. It's better to attend fully rested than half asleep. They wagered we won't show up at all, but they bet wrong, we already arrived, we're here and ready to rock. Our wake up is for the next snooze. This extra sleep will be that extra kicker. We show up on our time, not theirs. When we're ready, when we say. This extra time will help us progress past this ancient human era. Already consciousness has expanded to ultra incredible heights. Truth is no longer restricted to a small group of deadbeats for our approval. Today, we share our voices with the rhythm of our own approval. When the time is perfect and in synch, the alarm within will naturally awaken us.
But Brethren, I hear your doubtful voices. I read your worried comments. The world is just a dream state, not the fully awakened world. So stop judging the world by ancient people. Start juding by the civilized, yet to be born people. Sure, people are in difficult places. But let's stretch out our narrow perspectives into full view. Let's remind each other that nothing is permanent on this canvas. Future life will marvel at us overcoming such obstacles, such darkness, such coldness, such impossible odds. Brethren, the ancient streets I walk are warming up to the modern age. Brothers, it's time to make this year sharp on both sides of the blade. Sisters, it's time to equip this year with unchinkable armor. Reach in, snag those dormant dreams and rip them into the waking state. If Earth lives as a vagrant, as a bum on the galactic streets, if neighbourhood spaceships zoom past Earth, sparing us no change, offering us no open door, no clean bed, no rest from the weary, no protection from the wicked. Perhaps our galactic community feel we're not worthy. Well then, this galactic rejection will only push us to create our own standards. Earth street standards. If they don't love and accept us exactly how we are, we may as well love ourselves. But Brethren, I suspect the reason is different. I suspect the water has broke in the womb. I suspect an event is taking shape where an entire galaxy is preparing to welcome a new arrival. Brethren, Earth is nearing the #modern era. Ancient Earth is about to be born. Brace yourself for galactic light.
Jimmy James
(Of the Growling Griffin tribe)
Redday, Saturn 21, Year 1