220 | John W. Warner IV These… people… werent… stupid. Its right in front of us but most dont see, or even want to. Are we truly narcissistic enough to say that unless youre born on this rock youre an other-world interloper not worthy of our attention, interaction, or friendship? A despoiling raider like Buck Rodgers Killer Kane? Flash Gordons Ming tie Merciless? Read the Book of Enoch, He Watchersguess who! If its true there are civilizations of folks in vast caverns underneath us in Ultima Thule or shitting Agartha, should we shun them as tunnel-boring outsiders too? Always the rock-headed cynic, arent we, Bea? Enough. End of story. Confirmed. We are all one. We are all star beings made of common stardust, light, and consciousness, all equal denizens of the universe. I think therefore I am. I drink therefore I am not, spat Bea. Ol Flash is a bit of all right, eh? Alice nodded in agreement. Oh, hmm… Bernie kicked a load of sand hard. Look at all these incredible structures, they knew precisely what they were building, every last sacred cubits worth, just imagine whats out there in the galaxy? Benevolent pyramid unions? Engineers creating stars and planets on their own dime for the sheer fun of it? Use your heads, use your imaginations, theres obviously a hefty bunch of star people whove taken a keen interest in this war for their own agendas, of which I surmise… there… are… manyl All accounts state that most of the Anunnaki were not kind and generous, they genetically created a bunch of us as slaves, as cattle, as sex objects, as a commodity. So deflate your egos and get a grip on the reality we have because its changing fast. But dont go round pointing judgmental fingers someday at other folks from outta town that look and speak different from you, or even dismissing their right to exist at all without first remembering The Law of One, the bedrock basis for all wisdom teachingsor dont you get that clever shit? What you seek maybe seeking you. Do I make myself fucking clear? Oui, monsieur. Bea threw a pebble to the dust. As mud, Herr Merciless Mingo. Well, one would just have to question some of the Want more? Do you? Huh? With great emotion, Bernie relayed the contents of File B over several minutes. And that load of burning hay comes from FDR and Admiral King, so pull your collective heads out of your collective asses and grow up.Thats my and the ONIs drunken Gift of the Lampshade, so take it to heart. This is classified information thats above the American atomic program, but I dont care that my orders said I cant share with the other school kids, oh-h-h no. In my book you three are more