"They want us to pull over." I don't think she heard me correctly, but she pulls over. The next thing I can remember is driving back the opposite way, back home, in silence. We never talked about that again.
A bright Amber orb floating in the sky, and a line three cars with people pointing in it's direction. My friend turns down the music and asks me if we should keep going. It looks like it flying right towards us! There's this voice like my own racing thoughts, but more distinct.
The summer air flows through the open window. I stick my arm out and catch its freshness. I flip the tape over and insert it into the tape deck. CCR comes through the car stereo as the sun begins to set. My best friend tries her best to sing along when I see it.
Cause he fucks animals
Wake & bake.
:3
Steven Miller just called a citizen murdered by his bootstrapped thugs a terrorist. Which is why he has to live on a military base. They’re not scared enough.
The end of Mussolini.
Piazzale Loreto. 1945.
I foresee thousands of open carry protesters…
Any immigrant kidnapped by the Trump regime has more loyalty to the United States than the entire executive branch combined.
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.
It’s summer I’m parked in my car with my girlfriend on a backcountry dirt road. We’re pulled over for the reason every young couple does. I’m in rural South Eastern Michigan there’s nothing but wood and farmland. No city lights. When something interrupts us.
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.
I’m sitting in a half built igloo in Northern Michigan while an Alberta clipper fills it with fluffy thick lake effect. I’m wearing my father’s orange hunting snowsuit with seven layers and my long John’s it’s dark, late and that’s when I see it.
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.
I spoke to three eye witnesses in the thumb of Michigan who spoke about seeing a UFO dogfight over Lake Huron.
Linda MH interviewed them in June 21 - Did two F-35 jets dogfight UFO near Lake Huron June 3rd? I found a third eyewitness to the jets, and a strange light while she was mowing her lawn.
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.
Everything is locked into field. The stairs, the table. The hallways grew, expanded, and breathed. Creating distorting illusions that made it difficult to walk through without aid. It's like old Frank Herbert novels where the ship is god. It holds them in multitudes. A true Heaven.
Bro got to call Trump a pedo protector to his face got a million dollars and does t have to go to work for Ford anymore?! That’s like winning the lottery.
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.
