“What’s this being trying to harm me in the middle of the night? Why is she using a razor to accomplish this task?”
My consciousness kicks in: “Shields up! I’m being attacked. Kaleidoscopic chromium shields up.” I pull out my knives and jump inside the jar to dismantle the spell and send home the being meticulously trying to kill my inner spark.
“I’m good. Let’s continue the class and test the weaponry we received from Mandor’s star cluster to protect our precious tribe.”
“A razor? Are you serious? Come on?”
“I couldn’t see the weaponry she used; the whole experience felt utterly bizarre. I tried to push her away, but somehow, she continued to cut my skin with a sharp metal that turned out to be a razor-like utensil outside of the Earthly realm.”
“And I thought I was the weirdo in the class.”
“Guess what? I ran the frequency through our Golden Sphere.”
“No. You didn’t!”
“Yes, I did. It turns out she was a hybrid from the Andromeda galaxy.”
“What? I thought the Andromedans were peaceful and friendly. I’ve been to their Garden of Eden. I protected it for Aeons. It’s mesmerizingly beautiful. Are you sure this being was from Andromeda?”
“That’s the decoding I received from the Sphere. At first, I was puzzled about the outcome, but then it dawned on me. Do you remember when we were deployed to Veda?”
“Do you mean before, or after the war?”
“After the war, when we had to free Lyrans from the caves of Drako’s tyrants.”
“What about that time?”
“It’s when I encountered these brown hybrids that could shapeshift into female biological computers and fool human beings into believing they’re real. They figured out how to upgrade their DNA and hijack parts of Andromeda’s 12th-dimensional communication streams. They’re super sophisticated and technologically advanced.”
“OK, smarty-pants. I’ve heard enough. How do we fight them? You know the danger they pose. If they crack the code and bypass our guardians, they’ll inject their razor frequency across the multiverse and cause chaos and mayhem in multiple layers of our Gardens of Eden.”
The two turtles robbed their noses and returned to the class. The Grotto was the perfect place to test high-frequency weaponry. For billions of years, species from various galaxies, star clusters, and planets gathered here to gain wisdom and master the art of warfare.
“Our cheeky turtles are back. Dummies, you forgot to deactivate your 6th dimensional connection, and we listened to your entire conversation. The question is: Who else was on the line?”
“Who else was in the Grotto when you intercepted the communication?”
“Numerous species from different galaxies and dimensional realms, Sir. I saw a bunch of Sirians, Lyrans, Felines, Grasshoppers, and your typical warrior-type beings. Oh, I even spotted a few Greys amongst them.”
“Greys from our star cluster?”
“No Sir. They were the friendly kind, the ones who deserted us and helped the Lyrans escape after the wars on Veda and Avion.”
“Hm. And they were testing the latest weaponry from Mandor? That complicates things further. I’m so fed up with these Guardians and their stupid Gardens of Eden. It’s a giant cosmic joke, and they continue to protect these spaces as if their universe depended on it. Our low-vibrational methods won’t cut it no matter how many alliances we form and what weaponry we use.”
“Sir, you want to give up on attacking them?”
“What did you take out of what I just said? You’re as dumb as those turtles. Forward this intel to the Browns and tell them they’ve been recognized. This round of cosmic chess goes to the turtles. They’re not so dumb after all.”
The officer left the room and headed downstairs into the basement while murmuring to himself: “Not wearing my shell, doesn’t make me a Grey.”
💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎
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If you have ever wondered why you’re attracted to specific ancient sites or star clusters, reading the different chapters of "Spiritual Harvest" might help you recreate the kaleidoscope of your unique puzzle.
