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necessarily advanced along with the accompanying age of their sun, and their hereditary vitality is consequently tracing the downside of a bcllshaped curve. Their residency underground is sort of like setting up a field laboratory; occasionally they abduct 'surface' people, basically women but sometimes men,and take them to their underground labs where chromatic materials are removed or certain types of genetic alterations are made that they feel will eventually contribute a better strain to their own hereditary splicings. These types aren't basically harmful, or they don't intend real harm although the trace impressions of abduction can be traumatic to the human psyche even if they're subconsciously 33 “Then of course there's the bad guys. These fellows are basically the hunters of existence; their whole behavior pattern has to do with conquest. Since they're spiritual hunters of course from the higher planes of being, they're really interested in creating a vast psychic network of control like an extending webwork, emanated out in all directions of space and time from the 'commander—in-chief' at the center. This central commander is like the 'bull' of the herd; his position at the axis of the whole revolving network, is sort of an effort to establish a personalized form of consciousness or ego—entity at the place of 'God' or infinite Void—being—which is the universal value that's obtained when you align all coordinates with their common axis in the Positive framework. "You know, it's kind of like King Arthur and the Knights of the Roundtable—all the beings of positive orientation coordinate their efforts in an equitably distributed harmony, 'each for the other' so to speak so that the common Good is a central convergence—point of their effort that doesn't have any specially benefited being at its center. Consider the Round Table: the King and all the Knights sit around the circumference across from each other like reciprocally polarized values, 'radial extremes! that cancel in a harmony of cooperative cross—correlation—or perfect service—at their common center; and that center is the Void—center, no one sits there but it represents the Whole or Complete value of them all, the spirit that they serve. The negative hierarchy on the other hand is inspired by a viewpoint that compels every unit to place itself on the throne of that center, to install itself in a godlike position." "In the deeper psychic or spiritual dimensions to which these negative beings are polarized, consciousness is power rather than wisdom—their 'wisdom' consists in knowing how to get power. Since the key is consciousness regardless how it's viewed, the free—will variable has to be respected or else the coveted value is taken out of the commodity; the soul that's drained to oblivion as a strictly robotic—reflex or programmed response—mechanism may be usable in the way that machinery is usable, but the significant recruit is the one who's been taken by trickery so that his 'free—will variable’ is basically intact, but aligned in psychic congruence with the pattern secretly imposed on it; this allows the actual energy potential of the consciousness—variable to be integrated into the 'aura' of the dominating or victorious Will. The recruit has ‘chosen' to polarize negatively, regardless what he thoiig/tt he was doing; and conserving that conscious value as it's effectually added to the sum of potencies leashed to the Leader's own 'auric field'—thereby magnifying it—represents the real 'point' of the negative game. One of the corollary rules of the game is that all those who can't be led to polarize negatively should be led away from polarizing positively, and ideally tricked into accepting a form of slave-service as either ‘preferable’ or 'inevitable’. In this way the Negative being ideally picks up all the pieces on the gameboard, and Vins'." 72 T-Bird_Vs_The_Flying_saucers.htm buried by mesmeric programs, since these aliens don't understand human emotion very well.“ » You have that roach, man?" "Far out." Fonda inhales with an abrupt hiss from the tripod of fingers bunched to his lips.