Covering the period from the initial global reset in 2020 over the next five years till now in the middle of 2026. Did it really make any difference? Read on.
Episode 4
TRUTH IS OUT THERE, somewhere …
Planet Earth kept spinning around Sol as it had done for millennia and humans went about their daily existence with some choosing to forget the Watchers message, while others chose to remember even though the memory dimmed as news cycles settled into their normal 24 hour sensationalism. At the least the World appeared to become a more polite and respectful place as rationality returned.
Alas, it was not to last long as Putin’s Russia decided there was a severe outbreak of Naziism in Eastern Ukraine and conducted an invasion on February 24th 2022. Watchers reported back to Kosong and alert level Z1 was instigated.
Meanwhile in the good ole USA, the now Maga Republicans had their man Trump ramping up his run to the 2024 elections stating many outlandish to sensible people at least, ideas and promises. The two items that stuck were mass deportation of migrants as they were destroying the USA ‘way of life’ and no more wars on foreign soils. That last item made many happy throughout the rest of the planet as they had had a gutful of US foreign interference in local affairs.
During the election campaign a little known document from a little known think tank, “Heritage Foundation” (little known to us peasants, that is.) popped up on the radar with the stupendously boring title of “Project 2025”. Essentially a manifesto for the extreme right including fundamentalist Christians to control the USA with a compliant President to lead the way.
It advocated that President loyalists (translate sycophants) be in charge of all government agencies, that Christian Nationalist version of Christianity be incorporated into the daily functioning of the Country and many more worrisome things that seriously impinged on the basic rights of the individual to live a peaceful life.
When asked by many reporters across many news platforms whether he supported Project 2025, Trump rigorously denied the journos assertions and that he had no connection with the various authors of the manifesto.
Watchers reported the lies and alert levels raised to Z2.
Rest of the World shook its collective head in disbelief as the Orange faced one was elected to his second term in office on the back of a bromance in the manosphere of disruptive podcasters and influencers.
The lies grew and grew and ……grew. The count became so great that fact checkers gave up. Some of the top 25 included: Ukraine started the Russia war, that he ended eight wars in ten months, that foreign countries emptied their mental institutions and prisons sending the inmates to the USA, that foreign countries paid the tariff on imports to the USA, that Africans ate the dogs and cats of Springfield Ohio as well as demanding tariffs from the Penguins of Heard and MacDonald Islands in the Sub Antarctic.
The last one not an actual lie but an AI generated Tariff list of delusion that certainly demands an honourable mention. All the while he surrounded himself with the hands on evangelical Christians who managed to convince him that he was on a mission from God.
Project 2025 all the while manifesting itself in every executive order. Born and bred USA citizens shot dead by mad ICE agents, families torn asunder by the encompassing migrant roundup, criminal or not.
Threats made against Greenland, Cuba, Venezuela, Iran, Columbia, Mexico, Canada and he calls renewable energy a con and global warming a scam. Drill Baby Drill becomes a motto.
He happily supported Israel’s brutal carnage in Gaza and on February 28 2026 started dropping bombs on Iran with serious misery for Iranian civilians and a massive pain for the rest of the World with oil, gas, fertiliser and helium shortages starting another savage price spike and shortages shock only three years on from global Covid recovery.
Watchers bypassed the remaining alert levels and went to Z12. Watchers knew their job was just starting and commenced compiling the identifier list. Some names the reader will be familiar with and some not: Vladimir Putin, Donald Trump, Benjamin Netanyahu, Stephen Miller, Russell Vought, Peter Navarro, Kevin Roberts, Paul Daas, Brendan Carr, Karoline Leavitt, Marjorie Taylor Green, Pete Hegseth, Pastor Douglas Wilson and Victor Orban along with many resurgent grifters, hate mongers and the power mad across the planet.
It took a while in human terms, but over a few months two million nine hundred and sixty two thousand four hundred and thirty one (2,962,431) names were compiled. Upon final review it was revised down to two million nine hundred and sixty two thousand four hundred and twenty nine. (2,962,429) Timing indeed for Marjorie Taylor Greene who finally saw the light about Trump while Victor Orban would never know how fortunate he was that voters tossed him out of power.
List bounced via the dark matter lattice and black holes back to Kosong 4. Slumber beckoned the watchers back to their womb on the moon and they rested knowing with clarity that the real work was not far away.
Inconvenient Truth
July 2 2026
KOSONG 4 HQ with many exhausted from the enforced move to Galaxy MoM-z114(5) (human descriptor), the fourth move in as many years due to that voyeuristic James Webb telescope peering where it should never have.
“Those damn humans seriously have no concept how time consuming it was re-calibrating black hole push points to shunt Kosong 20 billion light years from where it was in 2020!” Zdogs cluster murmuring in frustration borne from human actions.
Past moves across the aeons were organic in nature as they hitched a ride on dark matter gravitational lattice being pumped out as foundation for their matter seeding engines. But to be forced? To do something against your will was something laying in the dusty ages of eon history, never having the need to compensate for. But now?
To be feeling ummmm ………human emotions such as exhaustion and still needing to compensate seed DNA due to those ongoing issues of dealing with other human corruptions like impatience and frustration, was well just plain wrong!
It’s not like ZDog12 Inc. were newbies at DNA temporal compensation.
It’s not like ZDog12 Inc. had forgotten about readjusting the moon tilt about 4 Billion years earlier when Aitken Crater was blasted into existence.
It’s not like they had forgotten that they seeded Earth with slimy stuff in ponds roughly 4 Billion years ago.
It’s not like they had forgotten the Moon watchers.
Group voice in frustrated sync – These humans, they refuse to learn and now have even bigger psych problems!!”
Kossatu called up the rest of Zdog Inc., with the 12 face to face for more than a short time. Kosduabelas voice working “Trump, Truuuuump Netan Trump Netan Truuuump Trummmmm, Yahu Yahu Yahu Yahu Trummmmmm Trump”. “Mind the Mullah’s”, on loop from the other eleven deep deep down within their resonator sync beatboxing the universal beats …. “Bffffff Bffff, Bffffffffffff”, mix it up, stretch it out, and in, down and deeper than that, the Great Resonator warming and glowing up with every beat……… “Rump Ump Mp P… Kosong Kosong Kosong Bmm Bmm Bmm Bmm ……”, each of the 12 layering the message in their distinct beatbox way.……
And…the Great Resonator sent out the message making sure it hitched a ride via that pesky James Web Telescope to Planet Earth’s Luna. It was proving to be a handy rat run to the Moon for Universal locals in the know. Humans had no idea as to this commensalistic symbiotic arrangement and had no need to know anyway. “What must be done Will be Done”, whisper repeated among the 12 solidly and subliminally rooted in the message stem.
Subliminal beats tugged at the core of the sleepers deep within the Regolith
Like a lightly tossed bed sheet, the moon surface rippled spreading to all within the regolith and alone from the eyes of those on the blue marble below. “Awake we are to the Job ahead, no more watching, what must be done will be done”, hive whispered and repeated until the regolith vibrated and harmonised with funky resonator beats from far far away.
Unexpected Truth
July 3 2026
New Mexico, Apache Point Observatory, seventeen minutes after midnight and “Darry” were settling in for the midnight to dawn shift. It was a lot more fun than the old gig at SETI as they got to play Laser tag with the moon on a regular basis while ensuring the 3.5 metre ARC telescope and SDSS telescope were at full operating efficiency.
The tag team was still together even though Barry was far more introspective since that strange night back in November 2020.
“Hey Barry! Quick, c’mon man get over here, hurry the eff up, come on move it”. Dave far more awake than what he had been 10 minutes earlier collating Lunar laser ranging results. Barry, still hooking up his trouser belt from exiting the toilet quickly, dismayed about a certain wet patch that wouldn’t have been there if Dave hadn’t yelled.
“What man, far out I half pissed myself getting out here so quick.” Wet patches were the last thing on Dave’s mind as his now shaking finger pointed to the screen. “Look, just look at that wobble on the laser track near the Lunokhod reflector, is the moon having an earthquake? Crazy! You don’t think it could be…?”’ The drained look on Barry’s face was enough for Dave to damp down the excitement, but he couldn’t help but blurt – “is it them?”
“Oh man, please don’t go there. You know how much crap I found myself in after opening up at the Dayton UFO Conference about what we think we saw back then”.” Come on Barry, science up here, get your head out of the shit show and into what can be detected, what the evidence is and what can be explained. Jump onto the SDSS, it is mapping near the moon. I wonder if there is anything on the spectrometers? Maybe the TSpec has something?”
Dave shouldn’t have looked away from the laser screen and Barry should have been less focussed on the wet patch and more on the job at hand. Tspec was showing something and then it wasn’t and then the laser stability parameter registered normal, no seismic like quaver, nothing. “Faaaaarck, not this again, something then nothing”, six years of accumulated frustrated aaaaghhhhsemanating from the Darry’s.
Silence of death followed with each one mulling that night six years ago with observations and information at their fingertips and then gone in streams of blue and white screen gibberish. Neither wanted to review the data record of tonight’s frantic three minutes for fear of the white and blue eating the data in front of their eyes. Neither could stop staring at each other until Barry shakes the head, swivels to the ARC telescope board, checks the coordinates bible and recalibrates it to the moon, punches a button and the display is up on the big screen.
“Ummm”, Barry starts but cannot complete the sentence as he watches realising that Dave is as transfixed on the display as he is. Wet patch now completely forgotten in awe of seeing the visible moon surface like an ocean of offshore long period swell day, rising and troughing in perfect rhythm. Both their bodies unconsciously swaying as a hypnotised dance to the waves.
Unexpectantly, the moon ocean erupts solar flare like with directional malice towards the big screen on the wall, erupting as if exploding on a far distant shore, to dissipate in a sparkling white and blue brilliant phosphorescence into the black of space once more, to never have been even though Darry’s retinas knew much more right down to the soul.
Certainty of knowing penetrates the hesitant glance at each other, the almost euphoric feelings attached to the certainty that this was much more than just a random “transient luna phenomena”, that there was a conscience involved in a choreography of what they had just witnessed.
Dave’s fingers had been at work all this short while, dialling back to the start of the ‘show’, with replay pressed. “What a waste of time, we know glitchwars are gonna start again just like they did before …”. The words left hanging at the edge of Barry’s lips as the long period moon swell starts again, erupting and finally dissipating in a white and blue space shimmer into the black of space with nary a glitch, preserved for posterity.
Their smartphone had the time at 12.30am when they pinged and a message started scrolling through. “Yes, Darry we are fact, we are truth, we are no longer the watchers but the doers. Abandon your night’s endeavours and go home to your most loved and stay there until the skies are blue again”.
They did.
Stay tuned for Episode 5 Truth on the Move, landing on June 30 and finally find out what Duane is actually doing. Will Trump finally bust some real moves?
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On the 30th.
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