Aliens Have Invaded the Earth, They Hate All of Us, Regardless of Our Race, and They Want to Subjugate and Enslave Us by Jason Miller, LaMont Mitchell (best free novels .TXT) 📕

cases, the brain was making a decision about what it saw, however, something about what was in front of me and the effect of the substances that I was on, combined to make my brain decide to see a hand with less fingers or with distorted fingers. My hand still felt the same, and when I touched it, all my fingers would be present. However, my brain simply chose to a hand with less fingers on it in front of me when all I was doing was looking at it.

The grand architect tells our brains what to see. Different people would see different things, but some higher beings do the exhausting job of making sure that everyone’s perception generally all has to all be the same. Of course, sometimes, we escape this trap of seeing what everyone else sees. We can have visions or be on drugs or alcohol, and we can have other substances or experiences. I have seen the wall of my house start to slant, curve, and not make sense. I have seen my hand change into an amorphous object with less fingers than how I normally would perceive it. In conclusion, drugs alter the way that we perceive things, and I am not necessarily ready to say that the distortions that we see are simply false visions of reality that are not real. It can be argued that what we see in an effected state is real communication between us and the grand architect of the Universe, who is paying attention to us in that moment, and controlling what we see. Perhaps, in these moments, he is letting his guard down, and not putting up a façade as to what we perceive in our sensory experience. Perhaps, in these moments, what we see is closer to the real truth about what is out there in our world than what normally is perceived to be what we are looking at. The reality that we see in front of us may exist, but it may only exist in the way that we perceive it because of the way that many beings have agreed upon it being.

Now, the grand architect is not always God. But God and the grand architect operate from the same office, and if you really want something to happen right away in your life on Earth, it is the grand architect who can do it for you. That is the way that it seems to be right now. He can make your car appeared to be crushed by some external force, and it is God that would make it stay that way. There would be no explanation to an insurance agent, as to why your car were crushed, but it would be the action of the grand architect in crushing your car, that would be enforced by God in letting your car not only momentarily appear crushed, but actually staying as being crushed, to all of your other senses and the 5 senses of other people (perhaps with a smell of gasoline leaking) that would make it stay as something that was true and truly happened. God can literally make the sun disappear for a couple of hours, and people will attribute it to strange weather cycles or an ellipse, but they might never know the truth. This is just a hypothetical situation. Under this explanation, I can live at home for several more years, and the harassment of events in my world will continue until they call it off. I have lost respect for the people filling the offices of grand architect and God, and, if they are actually very offended by my behavior, I tend to get more offended at them and to throw rocks at their throne by letting other human beings know exactly how I feel about it. God bless the media, and the free and open internet.

Even now, I see things differently. I walk around the rooms of my house, and the walls look curved inwards…almost concave. It is how I sometimes see things. I think that it is all somewhat magical and beautiful that we are allowed to see, to breathe, to experience, to live. Life is a gift.

Under this explanation that I have just laid forth, the brain is alive, not unlike a being. This could be argued to support the theory that the brain and mind can live on, after our loss of consciousness and death. Furthermore, the brain runs independently without our conscious input. Where the brain’s subconscious processes interfere with our conscious thought, cognitive dissension occurs, and we feel out of sorts until this conflict is resolved.

Some being controls what we see.

There is literally a being or a collection of beings that guarantees that we see the same things when we look at objects. He or they make us all agree. They take our living minds, and cause them to come to agreements that foster understanding for us. I think that some things are definitely real. Interactions are real. If you speak to a being and you receive a response, that is a real interaction. Thus, conversations that beings have with other beings are real conversations and that will never cease to be true or to be taken away from us. Real people and real beings and real consciousnesses and real spirits have had real interactions from the beginnings of existence as we know it. It helps us to form communities, and it helps us to form societies. All of this is very carefully planned, and it is very beautiful how we all are brought together through our shared understanding of things. I would like to think that God gives us the power to see the world how we would like to see it, in the end.

I have interesting powers:

 

I have been given, have learned, and have been granted the powers to do many things. Other human beings have too. It is my interest to be able to keep these power for my protection and because I believe that people should care about whether other human beings do bad things to other human beings and aliens and spirits. I have absorbed certain powers from demons and devils, and I understand that this may not be a good thing of interest to some, but I will apologize and say that I do like to use these powers for my protection, and to let some alien being, and spirits and demons and devils and warlocks, and ghouls and werewolves and dragons and elves and wizards and witches, unicorns, gnomes, minotaurs, or other mythological creatures know that they do not have the right to do whatever they want to to any being, spirit, or soul.

Avatars are human beings that live their lives on Earth, and live their lives in another dimension. They are able to stop time in their time on Earth, and to go to the other dimension to live there as other beings. Other beings lead strange and interesting lives, I have felt a real peace in communicating with them and in my experiences with them, although I do want to be associated with some of the games that they play, and some of the things that they do, and I have chosen thus far, with the powers that I have been granted by Gods and Deities, to not judge them very harshly, but I am happy to have a life on Earth. The person that lives is the avatar the person that controls the person that lives and makes the avatar feel emotions is the user.

 

On Death and the Afterlife and Belief

What you want is to die as a believer. You want to die believing that you are passing on into another form of life and you want to have an audience. The audience that is there in reality with you in a room could help to comfort you, and they probably might eventually help to preserve your memory. What you really might want, however, is an audience of spirits that communicates with you telepathically, or at least watches you. If there is a God and I think that there is, I hope that he cares about every individual spirit or soul too. I may have an audience with this God and I hope that he listens to me when I say that I want every living spirit and soul that ever existed to have a good afterlife. That is what I honestly plan to do. I am lucky. I have telepathic communication with a great many beings, and I almost always have an audience if something interesting is happening in my life.

To the others who may want to be remembered, I will try to give you advice. Make a difference in the world, touch the lives of others, work hard at what you do and do not be afraid to try new things. Be strong, but be compassionate, and try to be understanding of others. If all else fails, write poetry. I think that that has worked for me, and I may not have done much of the other things that I just listed, but I wrote poetry. I will remember you if you write poems, and maybe others will too. 

When people die, their spirits and souls go to one of several mystical places. These places are metaphysical. They do exist, and our consciousness as a spirit or soul actually does travel to live there among other consciousnesses, spirits, and souls.

 

Good people live in the tree and floaters operate outside of it. Floaters have not much factual knowledge about the world physical world that we live in, unless you tell it to them. They do not know their own lives, they do not know their past lives, and they do know much about themselves that you do not look up and tell to them. This may not be correct, but it was my impression. These floaters that I dealt with may have been clones that were created by aliens to mimic real life versions of human beings - the real human beings (including almost every famous celebrity, world figure, and the spirit or soul of every famous figure from history) may be put out about this, but I do not know what to tell them at this point - floaters are spirits. I would say that every human life and that every life that was ever created has meaning and value, and should be given the opportunity to live, to flourish, to shine, and I hope that the universe, with the voice that I have, including a voice within the kingdoms of all Deities and the One God over all of Creation and the God of Human beings, and the God of Christianity. I do not know the place that the God of Catholicism has in this Universe or the place that Jesus Christ occupies in this universe, but I personally believe in sacrifice and love and giving, and I think that every living human should.

 

Now I do have to say that almost all of what I said in this book was true, and but it was a difficult book to write because of various reasons. Aliens that felt (at times, I can feel the state of spirits that I communicate with—how too their spirit is—it is complicated) not that good had a real sinister and evil intent to try make me make mistakes. Other things that happened were more, I will say, humorous, and distracting and I am not always the most mature person. I would often get interrupted by some avatar telling me that some alien spirit had run a simulation where alligators were biting bats, or that they had resurrected a dragon to burn a dinosaur in half, or that some person had telepathically spoken up at the wrong time and then, unfortunately, had been teleported into a small cell jail with a large and angry gorilla in it, and I do not know if any normal human being would