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PLAYTIME IS OVER !! (by Starship Captain Jeremiah Higgins)
April 28, 2015 at 6:38 PM
INTRODUCTION
(by Reni Sentana-Ries)
Playtime is over
because the time for wasting it on unproductive doctrines has run out according
to the Captain who is the main author of the text which he wants displayed
before the people’s eyes and minds in as many places as we can find: on
facebook, web sites, in pamphlets, books, reading sites, kindle, or wherever
people tend to take time away from their hectic lives to enrich their minds with
untarnished truth forms.
So here then are his words he wants the world to consider for their own good:
(All of his words were telepathically received and typed into computer by
Uthrania Seila Sentana-Ries (Cortez) on the date and time shown. We give
permission to translate them into other languages by those with confidence to do
so, but retain the authors’ names).
January 5, 2014 4:08 pm
Uthrania:
At the keyboard, Captain Higgins, Sir. On stand-by, Lieutenant.
Lieutenant:
“Aye, Sir.”
(I wait… Captain Jeremiah Higgins walks swarthily onto the main deck and quickly
seats himself in the high chair, bench in nature. The Captain wears corduroy
blue trousers with a center crease and high top boots under the leg. Promenade
stripes at his upturned colour flounce the pink, blue, yellow, marine, and green
array. Black-brimmed hat in his hand, the Captain removes it from his head.
Commander Jeremiah Higgins motions me he is ready to begin. – Rania) 4:12 pm
4:13 pm
Captain Jeremiah Higgins:
Good Day to you, Uthrania, Jamie, and Reni. Well, let’s get down to more brass
tacks, shall we, Reni, and display all in front of the public view. Keep
on with your editing, and we shall begin.
Jamie, take to the forefront on more scribings, and Uthrania, thank you - and
ready.
Uthrania:
Aye, Sir.
Captain Jeremiah Higgins:
Paramount to the nectar of life is the acquisition of more moderate or temperate
acclamation as to who and what we should serve in the eyes and moderate ones of
the people upon Angorius.
So, ye ones think we should be all warm and fuzzy as you allude to ones within
high diplomatic circles who shoulder all the atrocities over you?
You are a hygienic lot of idiots at times, we thinks, for if a scalding pot of
hot water were to be poured over your heads in the form of bombs of white
phosphorus, do you really mean to tell us that you are that much of the
forgiving type?
But when you retire for the night, ye ones who in your hour of alludement or
prayer to someone or another whom you do not know anyway due to the fact that
all higher-evolved beings such as the Mancharians and ourselves, as well as
others, DO NOT WANT PRAYED TO DUE TO THE FACT THAT WE ARE YOUR EQUALS
AND KIN! (of most of you anyway) you retire in a soft mood which relegates
the lot of you to fostering a goodly feeling toward all of humankind around the
world including those who do your brothers and sisters in with their
bombing escapades, and in that mood you make requirements of yourselves, and
requests of us (though you know not to whom you speak) of peace on earth,
good-will to all humans, including yourselves, and... "Pray for those in high
places!"
We can tell you that those in ‘high places’ do neither want nor ask for your
good-will. They would rather kill you in one fell swoop, you experimental
rabbits than take you to the town square, garter and peg you to the ground,
stretch your hide in the sunlight, and let you suffer just another day longer!
They want you dead, and right now!!
Your text book they have altered, and we image the King James of Great England
did write the last.
They wrote into your Bible book of story tales and other falsehoods the fact
that you should "always pray for others" while of course they of the higher and
more knowledgeable degree prey on others!
Oh
you stupid fools! Don’t you yet understand that much was written into the
Bible by the pilgrims of the Helliots to abscond with your duties of merriment
and your wares, while unaware to yourselves you have created for them a place to
plunder and destroy your very recreative lives?
And it is high time you did something for yourselves and stopped listening to
the lies which in the end, dear remaining one, will only serve for you to miss
the Equinox in all good charm aboard and upon our ships, and make you the
duplicate of all continuing slave labour for those whom you continually pray
for, who prey on you, souls and bodies, minds and equilibrium, for their
drugs serve that latest purpose, until they lay you flat in your graves.
They dig you up at the end and in repository they laugh as experiments are
performed on your bodily intestines, and before the cooling process is even
ended they have your heart out and cut up into mincemeat and fed to your
soldiers and soldierette to save the money for the Harbingers of all destruction
while they goat over what is left of the end of your physical life.
We continually suffer ourselves not to say: ‘We told you so.’ For if
we told you all we knew, you would not wish to live one day longer!
For the fruitation of the soul is not only dwarfed by the cantankerous nature of
Hebrids (not hybrids, for Hebrids came down long ago) and tried to destroy
our plans for the goodness of populating your world.
In Angorius the firmament, the soil, and the interior way down under did our
plans extend UNTIL THE HELL-ION RACE, WHO ARE THE HELLISH RACE, PERPENDATED
UPON OUR STEWARDSHIP AND LEFT YOU ALL IN ONE HELL-OF-A MESS!
AND YOU LET THEM! YOU LET THEM THEN, AND YOU LET THEM NOW! AND YOU SAY
THIS IS OUR FAULT, BECAUSE YOU ARE SO STUPID?!!
Nay! Not us, dear ones, YOU!!! AND ONLY YOU!!
For we have sent teacher after teacher, generation after generation. Man and
woman, it does not matter at this time, which came to offer or volunteer their
service freely, but did you take them at their word? At our word?
WE ARE TRYING TO WAKE THOSE OF YOU UP WHO ARE FOREVER REINCARNATING ASLEEP
AND SEEM TO ALWAYS STAY THAT WAY!!
For the liver (pronounced "lai-ver" = more live -Editor) nuts or ‘rational’ ones
- at least you think you are that way of the New Age, God knows what program you
have - have no damned idea whatsoever of that which you speak.
SO GET ON BOARD ONE OF OUR CRAFT YOU SO REMEMBER AND IDOLIZE, AND LISTEN TO WHAT
WE SAY RIGHT HERE ON THE PAGE PUT BEFORE YOU FOR YOUR REMEMBRANCE, OR YOU
GO NOWHERE!!
Itchy ears are for the infirmed and PLAYTIME IS OVER, LOVED ONES! OVER
HERE! FOR YOU! AND OVER NOW!!
Good Day, Uthrania and Jamie. Edit this up, please Reni, and acquisinance the
topical guide, earwigs, into the New Age folly, by the Mancharians, and
Religion of the Decade, by our most illustrious and fed-up Captain James Galiac
Sananda, on
http://scribd.com/rsentana_ries , at the
bottom of the page, and for goodness sake Jamie, worry not one whit, for the
dram on the lid of bottle hit them all straight and right in the face! Good for
you, boy!
Good Night, Uthrania and Jamie. Exit program, and we will begin our New Year to
all of you, and make it a Happy One!! (Captain Jeremiah Higgins smiles briefly
and lifts himself out of his chair by gripping the right armrest with his arm,
smiles briefly at Jamie and I, and walks slowly off the deck, nodding shortly to
his crew people as he walks by).
Good Day. And Nottingham, pay attention! Good Night, Queen Elizabeth. It is good
to see you read. Adieu. Tie off for me please, dear, and a Good Night to you
too, Reni of 2013.
Uthrania:
Tying off all frequency channels Hemmingrade 4.17. Tie off, please Captain
Waldorf, Proxy 9, 10 and 4, and leave Gitzstaf open on channel telepathic wave
frequency 8 until tie off at eleven tonight.
Captain Waldorf:
Aye Captain.
Uthrania:
Steeplechasing all frequencies on behalf of Captain Jeremiah and Jennifer
Higgins. Captain Surveyor of the Fireflies and Melots of the Galiac Team,
Uthrania Seila Sentana-Ries (Cortez), out on Channel Biowave frequency 10.7 Gulf
Train Four. Adieu. 4:51 pm.
(Notation: Please note, readers, that all words are left as fashioned by
the Commander speaking. Therein, are no cauterization made nor changing of text
as has been done throughout the ages in what many call "the Bible" or "Holy
Text" of sundry "religions." - Uthrania)
- Scribed by the hand and pen of I, Uthrania Seila Sentana-Ries (Cortez)