Lion, Tiger, Bear | 99 his head hung low. Autsch How I miss my old BMW… She shivered as an elk or two ran past; animals could see into other dimensions she remembered. Bloody hell, Stick Im freezing. He wrapped his mink around her. Sorry. In the astral world there iss no suffering from ze frostbite, but there is a lot of cold politics and hot debate. One day I hope you meet my new friend Herr Field Marshal Mackensen, who was She hugged him. I miss you old Stick, love you, every day, every hour, every second. He ran his fingers through her filthy hair. I know, but you must be strong, for all of us. Tears pooled. Im exhausted. I want to go home, I want to be with Poppy, I want to lay flowers on Peachy and Dees graves, light a fag and sing with the birds, I want to eat clotted cream blackberry crumble with Miss Margaret in the warm kitchen with Nestings and Keats, I want to be clean and washed and sleep forever in my own bed entwined with you an He shook her violently. Peachy und Dee told me to ruffle your feathers when you become teary-eyed! Zhey haff moved on, reincarnated as children somewhere to anchor The Light on Mother Earth, to again be Light Warriors in their own right, fancy Hussar uniforms or no. It was their time, they chose to die in zhat hospital when the bomb fell during ze Blitz. They did their job. Tears gushed as a darkened London night swelled her frantic mind searchlights, antiaircraft fire, thundering explosions, body parts hurled onto roofs and gutters, craters and piles of debris, alarm bells, fire, firemen, death. Dee, she…she was searching for a child with a doctor after the first bomb hit the ward, then Peachy desperately searched for her in the smoldering rubble when the second bomb I know! In an instant they appeared on the Russian front in Ukraine in filthy German uniforms. Tanks, armored vehicles, and trucks were everywhere as far as the eye could see on the vast steppes, Stukas blackened the sky, and dusty infantry on both sides were being slaughtered in the summer heat. Look at me. Zhis is reality for us!/The Eighth Sphere that philosophers Steiner, Bessant, and Gurdjieff all talked abouta vicious circle false reality of constant misery and hell, a demiurge bulge between dimensions and out of time, one that keeps mankind from evolving into peaceful, loving galactic humans like our country cousins out zhereze Pleiadians, ze Arcturians, ze Andromedans, Vegans, Lyrans, an-an-and the Telosians. I meet more and more of them every day. War is a mass