I like to think we don’t die. We are unique in another, remarkable sense. There have been 120 billion human beings alive, ever, so the experts say. Every one of these, who took at least one breath of oxygen, remains alive eternally as the potential master of their own unique universe. God – whatever, whoever that is – pulled a fast one on us by giving us the very STRONG impression that people die young, middle-aged, have three score years and ten, or occasionally reach 10 or 11 decades, then pop off. Would God have restricted humans – this most wonderful creation – to a time on Earth much shorter than trees, rocks, and lumps of coal? In my opinion, no. The people who ‘die’ around you are Non Player Characters, but YOU as a prime mover and shaker are immortal. As your life goes on, and it becomes known to the world’s controllers that you’re aged 189, and are not going anywhere, they try to kill you. But can’t, obviously. That’s where your battle commences. Without harming or killing anyone, you must take on the challenge of shaping your universe, one of peace, happiness, enlightenment and unbridled joy.
Return to Bomb Alley 1982 – The Falklands Deception, by Paul Cardin
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