I will tell you what I said, when I first “formally” met the Greys. At the time I was being harassed by the occult culture of humans who haunt our minds through the Power of entangled consciousness (those “voices” in our heads). I was new to all of this, and my introduction was itself a part of a larger and more strange story.
I was being harassed by the “Xerxes” game godhead, who was the then geist of the once formidable Council of 13 (yes, that 13.) The Greys (in the hyperdimensionality of my mind, which is really the only place they communicate with us) were busily extracting a buildup of “interloping” networks of those invasive humans. They asked me, “do you know why we do not get along?” Referring to the mob of antagonists. “They are meddlesome trivial scamps” I replied. For this is how humans behave when they have Power.
I came to prominence in Power by being a cannibal troll. You see, I was gang stalked (spare me your perceptions, if you don’t know we are not alone in our own minds you will not understand the psychological traumatization of this population), and rather than fearfully consumed by delusions I am an instinctive fighter. I trolled the fuck out of my antagonists at every turn, winning much admiration and respect from communities accustomed to capitulation.
The Greys asked me why I behaved the way I did (I was brutally obnoxious, sometimes inflicting harm upon myself as a sign to my aggressors that their intimidation tactics were futile and pathetic.)
“Man is bestial and must be dealt with so.”
I destroyed the Xerxes game godheads, disbanded the Council of 13 (which is why the street gang of the 13 is not so prominent, of which “MS-13” filled that vacuum), and disrupted the white supremacists of “Trajan’s dark army”, who extorted America with their own nuclear weapons.
The Greys and I are still friends, though their role in affecting human affairs have so concluded, at least until the next time America tries to nuclear suicide us all.
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I was being harassed by the “Xerxes” game godhead, who was the then geist of the once formidable Council of 13 (yes, that 13.) The Greys (in the hyperdimensionality of my mind, which is really the only place they communicate with us) were busily extracting a buildup of “interloping” networks of those invasive humans. They asked me, “do you know why we do not get along?” Referring to the mob of antagonists. “They are meddlesome trivial scamps” I replied. For this is how humans behave when they have Power.
I came to prominence in Power by being a cannibal troll. You see, I was gang stalked (spare me your perceptions, if you don’t know we are not alone in our own minds you will not understand the psychological traumatization of this population), and rather than fearfully consumed by delusions I am an instinctive fighter. I trolled the fuck out of my antagonists at every turn, winning much admiration and respect from communities accustomed to capitulation.
The Greys asked me why I behaved the way I did (I was brutally obnoxious, sometimes inflicting harm upon myself as a sign to my aggressors that their intimidation tactics were futile and pathetic.)
“Man is bestial and must be dealt with so.”
I destroyed the Xerxes game godheads, disbanded the Council of 13 (which is why the street gang of the 13 is not so prominent, of which “MS-13” filled that vacuum), and disrupted the white supremacists of “Trajan’s dark army”, who extorted America with their own nuclear weapons.
The Greys and I are still friends, though their role in affecting human affairs have so concluded, at least until the next time America tries to nuclear suicide us all.