Years ago a dream came to me that was more of a vision. This was what they said.I stood in the driveway in the daytime looking up a burning green planet in the sky. As I pointed it out none else could see it. A group of teenagers laughed and walked away. They couldn't perceive it.Later that day "it" happened. This is the holographic invasion, luciferian age introduction, Project Blue Beam, whatever you want to call it. I have tried to share this story many times over the years but either my IP gets banned, the captcha system glitches, or other technical malfunction.Here it is. It happens in the day, clear skies similar to 9/11. A small silver craft landed in my front yard - a craft too small to fit those who exited. They arrived out of a door of light. Multiple races. The ones in the front distinguishable. The ones behind them shrouded by telepathic interference from the ones in the front.I stood in my yard and they arrived in a line to greet me. Each with a different colored suit. The first was purple - and that's who you see in this image.The moment they land speaking physically is no longer required. They can read your thoughts as they happen.The first was fuzzy looking. Purple fuzz. (Strange.)He had an elongated head and two large black eyes. Symmetrical bodies. Ape like nose. Similar to the Iggigi. No ears, only holes, (or small ears). Behind him stood a taller bird being. His neck was long, head like an ostrich. Feathers gray. Behind him stood a short orange skinned being. Tomato shaped head. Behind him - I could not see.The purple skinned one approached and I confessed no fear in its appearance. We embraced in greeting (I would never fall for this at this point. I was young and mislead.)The others went back to their ship and the purple one with black eyes was chosen as my guide.We walked to the backyard- cont . . .
As I followed him to the backyard I noticed craft littering the skies. They appeared like Wii Remotes. White, beveled shapes. Once in the back we went to a bench and he materialized a bucket of oil and a bucket of water. In the bucket of oil was a dead fish floating. He took the dead fish in his hand and while looking down at me with large black eyes he rubbed his finger across the side of the fish, and as he did it slowly color returned to the fish, until it finally started breathing and came back to life. (False Miracle).The entire time he did this he spoke one sentence. "You can do this. You can do this. You can do this." While looking directly into me. He gave me the fish and when I turned to see him he was gone. Just the two buckets left.Then they were gone. The skies remained sunny. Neighbors and others would sit in their front yards for days waiting for them to return. The Wii Remote type craft stayed. Monitoring. This is only the beginning.
>>42555167>Behind him stood a taller bird being. His neck was long, head like an ostrich. Feathers gray.>Behind him stood a short orange skinned being. Tomato shaped head.Sounds like the Muppets are invading
>>42555238Well they are called fake and gay for a reason. I'm OP btw.
