The Anomaly

[HuggieSunrise]

The mind swimming in illusions and strangeness..

The weirdness faded to black. A pool of myth and inky deadened noises..

The sensations of being moved.. Dragging of a man into a chamber. Nine lights around him.

Sensing the mind.. prodding.. The first bridges between worlds via memories.

in a strange blue haze, a vision, France.. common era.. Eiffel tower standing up into the sky... as its enveloped into a pillar of light... blinding light...

into a form.. a flowing old being in robes..

~ understanding takes reference, perspective, knowledge... 'we' contain... ~

~ ETERNITY ~

The words spoken my multitudes, oceans of voices, as a vision of " ishmael/malta " with two suns.

Ships... came.. many vessels of varying shapes forms and sizes..

They blanketed the brown sphere...

Time passes... the two suns rising and falling together over a world the humans would never see.

Swooping down on this remote world, its richness Surveyed.

The races that could work, enslaved.. others that were useless harvested to feed to locals. This forced cannaballisim was supervised by a distinct species.. Three legs..

The Daam'n and Their "Dominion". The ones left behind, The exiled.

Large.. Nomad looking structures rising from the planet heading towards the sun. Nomads Towing it.. into place.

Green gasses, millions of miles of small bio engineered bacteria seeping from these "gates" surround the violet star.

Suddenly the star, gates, and ships vanish. The Nomads remain, silent keepers of a discarded world.

Ishmael slowly dies... only one sun many of the planets in the system derail from their orbits and float away.

A large 'husk', Broken, failing.....

An invisible mass pushing ever so slightly on the wreak putting it to rest in the orbital dead zone between orbits.

Landing craft wouldn't need to use much fuel to get to Malta this way... they just had to slowly let her gravity pull them in.

The invisible hand continued to watch these creatures. it did not know their 'kin' where settling in...

The vision came back to a more personal encounter. The blue figure.. flowing before him.

~Ishmael still supports light. 'we' left it in slumber. 'we' were awakened by the screams of 'ours' being pulled/torn away into the -void-~

It came closer to Ansels "presence".

~'we' are the eldest, 'we' protect / make safe, 'we' are Harbinger of -Light-~

~What is a thought, Compared to a mind. What is a drop of rain, compared to the storm. Our unity is full of wonder, that your tiny individualism cannot comprehend.

The children of the grass bring you before us on behalf of the three winds, speak and you will know our wisdom.~