What has gone before: Truth Bugs have their way with the Maga faithful on Independence Day with Trump finding his groove while Zdog12 from the shadows come out front and centre in performance mode reading to blast their message planet wide.
Episode 7
Truth has its Way
Rhythmic rumble of blue skies to black continues with serious intent to all corners of the USA and beyond seeking to cull and adjust the minds of the many sucked into believing those about to be culled.
No matter the time zone or place, no matter how ‘safe’ one was, the same message in multiple languages smothered all digital and broadcast networks –
“We are the truth of all. Those of you that manipulate truth to breed fear and loathing, that self-enrich at the expense of others and the planet, that place yourself as false Gods, who deny the inquiring human mind to seek greater knowledge to benefit all, who desire to reign death and destruction on the innocents of the planet, YOUR TIME HAS ENDED!”
Slick grey rolling fog erupted from oceans, rivers, creeks, dams, lakes, water wells and seas to permeate all, drilling into minds and bodies asleep and awake carrying out universal justice decreed by the twelve Gods, inserting the necessary DNA temporal compensation to roughly 560 Million out of the eight billion humans and to disappear from place, mind and collective memory the 2,962,125 responsible for Planet Earth’s dysfunction.
This abrupt ending is immediately followed by televised and radio transmission of twelve large people on stage somewhere and everywhere mouthing deep driven beats and chanting the sonic avalanche of one word in 4/4 time at 115 b.p.m, that one word being TRUTH, hypnotically on repeat.
July 5
In New Mexico not far from his beloved job at Apache Point Observatory, Dave wakes from what felt like a forever deepest of sleeps, squinting towards the early sun rays peeking through the not quite closed venetian blinds, with thoughts going to the Independence Day barbeque at Barry’s place and the need to prep up the potato salad (mums recipe) and to give the marinating Carne Adovada another stir.
Smartphone rings, a glance to the bedside table and notices it is best mate Barry, and on picking up notices that the date says July 5th. “Nah, that can’t be right ….”, the thought left hanging by the persistent ringing and he presses the receive button. “Morning Dave, how are you mate? All prepped for lunch?” Barry’s happy tones adding to Dave’s quandary over the date on the phone.
“Ooh lunch? Ummm yeh mate, about to prep up the potato salad ….ummm have you checked the date?” “What do you mean the date?” “Ummm, my phone says July 5th, can’t be, can it?” A pause at the other end soon broken by “Wow, that’s weird, it states July 5th on mine as well, can’t be can it?’
“….and stay there until the skies turn blue again”, rattles up from the subconscious and thoughts fix back to 12.30am on July 3rd. “Dave! Hey, you still there? A brief communal silence broken by uneven breathing at both ends of the conversation as both reflect on what they thought was the previous night. “Yes mate, still here. Did we really get that message from aliens, the Watchers? Hey man, let’s check our messages and talk again in a few minutes, ok? Maybe check a few news feeds and accuweather as well.”
A mumbled and slightly anxious ok comes back and the line is disconnected. The Darry’s absently wander out to their respective back verandah to clear the heads while contemplating the missing July 4th, both temporarily distracted by a vague rumbling from the skies south eastward towards El Paso and beyond.
Both looking out to witness a retreating rolling grey fog with the early morning sun catching glimpses of sparkling blue and white streamers flicking up and onward to the zenith and beyond. Both now all knowing in their certainty of bearing witness to something remarkable and other worldly.
Phone rings on video call startling Dave back to the rationality of now. He opens up to view the retreating cloud and a pan up following the disappearing sparkles, Barry’s voice over “Hey mate! We know where those sparkles are heading to don’t we!” Not a question, but a chuckled understanding that they were observing the animated Moon regolith heading back to where it originated. “See I was right all along, goddam space aliens and now for all to see.” Dave couldn’t disagree with that no matter what the rational sceptical scientist in him might say. Observation is a big part of reducing the scepticism and they had observed plenty over the past six years, especially two nights ago.
“Hey Barry, looks like you will be a big hit at this years UFO Conference!”, complete mirth from the other end – “Damn Dave, I might be the keynote speaker! Hahahahahahaha! Hey see you about midday eh mate, beautiful day for a celebration Independence Day or not.” Dave with one last glance towards El Paso noting blue on blue skies everywhere and he headed in to wake the wife and kids, thoughts looking back to look forward into a bright new future.
Into the kitchen to stir the marinade, flicking on “Good Morning El Paso”. News reader finishing up on their lead item talking of global twenty four hour blackout, not just electronic, but black sky phenomena in some places lasting just minutes, but in other places including Cape Idokopas on the Black Sea the black lasting hours and when the black lifted one super luxury mansion in particular appeared to have melted to ground and down the cliffs. Locals interviewed could not recall exactly who lived there, apart from some famous person, maybe a bad person.
Reports in from Israel of seemingly random melted buildings in Smolenskin Street and Azza Street in Jerusalem and in the coastal city of Caesarea. Again, locals could not exactly recall who lived there apart from a famous and possibly bad person.
Israel Prime Minister Yair Lapid responding to questions could only shrug and obscurely state –“Well, that’s life and death in many forms. Now you will excuse me but I am running late to get to ZDog12 performance in Naqoura. I am surprised you journalists are even here asking questions, that’s the place to be.
Am so looking forward to hangin with old friends like Maryam Rajavi, Mostafa Tajzadeh and good mate Ilya Yashin, oops I shouldn’t name drop, am just so excited to be with friends from near and afar. Hey you know Tom Jones will be on stage too! Oh yeh!!”
Lapid, almost skipping his way through the exit leaving the journos to scramble to the exit as well. All glancing briefly to the east across the Mediterranean Sea to a parting rhythmic rumble and darkened skies disappearing to a blue sky day, all vaguely uncomfortable in their thoughts of something significant but not being able to pinpoint exactly what.
Truth of a Party
Wave after wave of truth bugs rode the blue and white scimitars up and out of our atmosphere, the majority to the moon to settle to the dust once more, wrapping up to sleep within the regolith in full knowledge that maybe one day sooner or later they will be required to do rather than watch. For now they are satisfied in a job well done knowing the Bosses on Kosong 4 will be happy with their efforts.
Meanwhile, others hitched a ride via the James Webb telescope to the Truth Data transfer ship near Proxima Centauri’s Sun transferring the consciousness of the 2,962,429 listed humans to nearby black holes and the dark matter super highway to Kosong 4, and when there for Zdog12 Inc. to review, analyse and make the necessary (if required) adjustments to DNA temporal compensation processes within the matter engines across space and time.
The 12 gathered at the Restaurant at the end of the Universe (6), to watch the show on Earth, the hosts doing a lovely job of the surround sound and vision screens, great HD effect. Free flow food, especially seafood and beverage from Planet Earth courtesy of their favourite holiday spot, Tasmania – awesome oysters, scallops, trevalla, deep sea crab and plenty of their favourite amber beverage Cascade Beer, topped off with Milton Estate Pinot Noir and Pinot Gris as well as Poltergeist Gin and Waubs Harbour Whisky, to name a few.
Everyone trying to talk at once, but the deepest resonating voice of all Koslima boomed out –“Eh, brothers and sisters one at a time eh, plenty of stories to go around of our favourite moments.” Volume decreases towards quiet, but not quite. He continued, “Wow, when Kosdua came up with the idea of simultaneous shows across 191 Countries to coincide with ‘clean up’, I thought she was crazy, but she was confident in the choreography of the truth bugs to coalesce to our doppelganger forms and it worked! Coalescing a facsimile Tom Jones was pure theatre at its best!
How many panties and bras has he had tossed at him over the years? I understand real Tom was pretty happy with compensation package offered beforehand?” Kosdua, a slightly red tinged giggled reply – “Oh yes, he was almost as satisfied as me …”, dampening her warming intimate memory as Kosbelas blurted out – “How were the special effects, especially concocting the melted buildings, pretty awesome eh! In some ways I almost regret wiping the existence of Putin and Netanyahu from the planetary mind but is peacefully better this way.”
Combined “Cheers to that”, rings out, with someone mentioning “that should keep the Melted Brick (7) conspiracy mob frothing away”, then checking themselves as someone else reminded that they had destroyed all the online crazy conspiracy sites.
Kossatu interrupted reminding how he had wanted Trump gone to the vortex but happy that he was out voted. “Absolutely brilliant effort re-wiring that bent brain to a planet loving brain with a deep soul and freestyling love of funky music, even if we left the weird ego intact. Who imprinted that Spotify playlist into his head? What was it? Funksterism, by Roundy? Quite achiever Kossembilan (8) shyly smiled and lifted her Pale Ale in the air nodding to all and their raucous cheers.
The 12 settled in to party mode and cranked up the volume on Funksterism with Kostiga and Kosempat leading the way in moving to “Groove is in the Heart”, with the rest satisfied to sing along until “I see you Baby ft. Gramma Funk” hit the decks and the place exploded in unfettered Freestyle moves, the likes of which the Universe had never witnessed before and never will as what happens in the Restaurant at the end of the Universe, stays in the Restaurant at the end of the Universe.
Meanwhile, on that tiny blue marble so far away, down in New Mexico, the Darry’s are kicking back on Barry’s back verandah, slow sipping on their Paloma’s. “Hey Dave, that Carne Adovada was your best yet
“No mate they are always the best, but this Paloma of yours has a crazy kick like a mule, those double shots of Tequila in there?” Dave slightly slurring the T in the process, and laughing at the joy of being with his best mate after all.
“Wow, will ya check out that big ole Milky Way, sparkle sparkle stars are shining bright tonight and it’s gonna be all right cos “tonight’s the night …”, Barry launching into his worst rendition of that Rod Stewart classic with Dave happily hitting the chorus lines as well. The pitch poor performance dwindles to be enveloped by the night’s stillness and both just look out across the ranges to the crescent moon, both swivel their heads towards each other, both silent and both knowing that sometimes science doesn’t have to have an answer for everything. Both gently nod and then swivel back to the moon again happy in the state of the Universe and accepting their tiny place under the gaze of Gods.
Stay tuned for the final Episode in this Universal tale landing tomorrow (July 3rd) – Another day in Paradise (reprise)
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