Parable of The Three Idiots Krista, why not use your talent, you know, on your computer? There is a multidimensional event occurring now. Frankly I think it is probably stopping time in the UK and Siberia. (That would be where our really crazy psych ward has been located.. until it just.. collapses.) Its quite the experience to wake up to find out that you are the eyes and ears destined to set free so many captive geniuses, so many test tube children.. Send us another, brother Moses! (I do know how to fix the patched issue, by the way, for those of you trapped in government facilities and hopeless because of something like that. I know that is completely real, also, by the way- Not that it exists, obviously- Yes, of course it is real for many of you *magnetics geniuses*.. But I mean that that IT IS REAL that I know exactly how to fix it. Though, that will differ case to case on the issue, and is likely to be very scary for you.) If I were a Red Hawk, Id explain how I know. But now, a Grandmother some know as the Great Horned Owl must take over. The Great Horned Owl and a mysterious Siberian Eagle Owl, who met in a bar- located literally out in the middle of nowhere- in the snow six years ago, take flight.. Suddenly surprised to find themselves joined by a.. Raven?? Whats he doing here? Oh I love Ravens, they know all about the underworld! exclaimed the Siberian Eagle Owl, her hunger overpowered by her sense of kinship. (They also are a great fighting match, but I will still kill them in their sleep, the Siberian Owl silently thought.) Why really, oh, you think so??? said the Raven, with a dignified corvid stance, hopping with agility between dense branches, unlike its dilly-dally Crow counterpart. ..Not if I simply disappear on you! And look, you wallet is missing, Siberian Owl! Now you two stop that, said the wise Great Horned Owl, Here, we respect eachother! We are well known partners of the Ravens! She meant Here in the Native American lands, something the Siberian Owl was less familiar with. ...I eat CROWS in their sleep, the Great Horned Owl finished, with her hard yellow stare into the blood red reverse stare of the Siberian Eagle Owl. Ravens have dignity, and respect for us. But something was happening. The Raven was confused. Did he know where he was? Did his wings work to fly.. Or was it a dream? HEY! yelled the defiant, loud, blunt, and truthful Red Tailed Hawk, a reverberating confluence of frequency skyrocketing through the air and all throughout the earth. You THREE IDIOTS, get out of the Land of Oz, because youre on a mission, REMEMBER??? Oh. The two owls had gotten so riled up arguing amongst themselves and the Raven that theyd forgot.. They were there to save the Ravens life. My sister.. said the Siberian Eagle Owl to the Great Horned Owl, with a classic evil, bloodred stare, and everyone knew what she was thinking. The Great Horned Owl shot back at her a hypnotic, moonlike yellow stare, with merely the feeling, This is an imbalance. Control yourself! Without warning, the Raven was free, wondering just what had hit him. (So did the ones who had been holding the Raven down all that time.) The two owls said nothing as they looked at eachother, one with her yellow moon eyes, and the other with an intense, bloodred stare, and one flew back to the East, while the other flew back to the West, from the place where theyd met.. practically right in the middle. Time spun in circles. I knew that movie was good for SOMETHING.. I repeated, again, privately to the other two idiots. The number of bizarre things that had happened from watching The Three Idiots (Russian comedy/famous programming/Their version of Forrest Gump) didnt cease to amaze me. One must not ever forget, a favorite Arcturian skillset is taking the very programming designed to hold us captive and doing as the Master Jesus did, which is spin the code backwards upon itself, and swap, or reassign, your association with the stimuli, I continued, suddenly in a special place I called my lecture hall, even though it wasnt a lecture hall, really. It was for People Like Us. I was helping so many of us work through old trauma, after having had to face it myself, viewed by the entire world. Someone walked into the hall. A lot of people were still so shocked to see it like that.. But he didnt really pay them much mind (he never really had, anyway, constantly wrapped up in abstract thought), and sat down in his favorite spot. I wondered what funny or bizarre stunt he would be pulling THIS time.. Pesky Ravens, grumbled the Red Tailed Hawk. Well.. They do respect us. Gotta love em, I suppose.. he mused, himself off in thought as usual. The Red Tailed Hawk flew, and the Wolf ran playfully, excitedly, down the hall. The Red Tailed Hawk swooped and dived about, scaring a few unicorns with their books and crystals by accident. Sorry! Er.. I mean I Love You.. AHHHH!!!! cried the Hawk, snickering to himself. Or was that the Wolf laughing at the same thing? Creating mayhem in their favorite place was a bit of a new past time. Oh, now WHAT are you kids going about now.. mumbled the Raven to himself, as they took their seats eagerly before him. Everyone knew it would be another amazing class.. Especially with an amazing professor. I cant believe it; I knew that movie was good for SOMETHING.. I said, staring around in wonder at the fact that every dream had come true, beginning with The Three Idiots.
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 20:54:14 +0000
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