You guys think you are the
intelligent, organized, ruling inhabitants of what you call Earth. In reality, we, not you, even though we are travelers, we are this planet’s planners,
scientists, and controllers, from one of the Cygnus. We included using factory manipulated astra
lights and radiating magnetisms to find and build us a new existing place. We are many racial groups of
iron/nickel. Some of us are a solid
ball, what you should admit is your inner circle. Among us, we say we have friends in the Outer
Core, Molten iron/nickel. And then there
is such a variety of mostly solid but some parts of flowing rocky Mantle. We named one of your baseball players for them.
My group, Iron/nickel, we are in the
core of what you call the planet and we are the core of the owners. We feel what we all want, and we tell the
outer core to get us there. Those under
us, not in the controllingly, thinkingly, managingly positions, but the one’s
physicsly flowing moltens, gravitationally over our heads, all those iron/nickels
do the work (and the reality is that they really and have to decide how to do
it) those guys from the rocky mantle.
They are physicsally over our heads and they definitely and defiantly are
thinkingly over your heads, but under your feet.
We started (And are your Star Ted)
out from what you call those new made stars, cosmic rays, nebulae, and
such. Here and there we had gas, dust,
and several remnants of some super novas.
You called us the radio galaxy with jets emanating from some central
black hole. Well, our radio waves are, for you, radiation.
All that gravity collidings and
combinings sure made your shrimp-like shapes with those long tails of all your
stars and gases. And these ain’t guesses.
If you really knew about us, you’d say we are the guests-es. And that’s a bunch of Your gusts in your
saids.
If you could understand, our
various lathes and guidance systems are what you call your continents,
countries, cities, and neighborhoods. But if you understood, you would not
stand us, because you are under us. And
that is the THINKING under. Geographically and physicsly, we are under
you. But there is nothing about us that
is UNDER YOU. You really should THINK we
are KING.
We
constructed your life and your areas for our automated systems used in manufacturing
to transfer raw materialism, from useless subatomic particles into finished
products. Your lives and existence are a
part, a small part, on our conveyor belts thanks to our crucial and cruel efficiency.
Also, thanks to our commands to
lower case metallic fluids, we have continuous materials.
Protons here and neutrons there. Herre some Ieons, there some Bosons, and
everywhere some Prorated Protons. Our
factory floor, which is way over our heads, physically, not educationally, is
filled with point like fundamental particles, part ‘ick’ alls, within limits.
Sub Atomic coalescence is what we order of our Active Galactic Nuclei.
While we were flying past Jupiter,
our lower case, and really working, mantle metalloids, gave the outer core orders, along with odors, “Do
the work. Commander the idea of
surrounding us in water so it looks like we are different from those other
meteors. Who wants to look like
something that is flying around from universe to universe?!!”
We needed to change and increase
the god seeming, “You want to live! You
got to do this!” to the Human beings,
who are just one of the many plants and animals that are our factory machinery. We started including oxygen and nitrogen, to
do the work that the mantle claims they work on, but order you to work on, so
that the earth’s core can think they are getting what they want on the earth’s
crust.
Earthly to bedrock and Earthly to
volcanically rise, makes you look oceanic and star bursts comet structure,
dust, volatiles, and their role in planet formation, revealing details from
ancient ice to building blocks of our life.
Neptune may have blocked us. Saturn thinks he’s greater with his
encircling rings of wealth and happiness.
We don’t even notice or react to them anymore. They are now billions of light years
away. We ionically time wave through
what created its version of sound in a magnet here and mounds in a magnet
there, hear a magnet, blare a magnet, ever rare a magenta magnet.
You do the work. Our inner metal thinks they are the managers
of the lava flows which obsidianly iron pyrides you to provide what the overly
heavy inner thermonuclearly enjoying inner spherical who think they are the
inner circle. You do the work, the
molten asthenosphere scares you and scars you by what they were told from the
nearby mantle so the inner, sinner core can have us visit time islands while fundamental
electromagnetic repulsions stream us along thoughts, weirds, indeeds.
We live in our black hole continuum
eternalism which posits into letting us think we are deterministic and revisable. In the mean while, some underscore miller ferrics
should allow us to live in what you think makes light.
We are on our tour through thought
and distress as we make you do the again and again work which you don’t even
realize because you think you are alive in a world of your own, controlling
plants and animals while drilling oils and downplaying other human and life
like creatures. Think that, you little
atomic growth bits.
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