tomb raiders

I thought I sealed them in two years ago. Sealed them in to protect myself from the destruction they were causing.

I look at the rubble, the sign of their destructive nature. They have returned, but how?

The sand is their playground and they dig as they undermine the very structure on which I stand.

Defensive measures have not worked, offense is my only recourse.

Like snow falling from their heavens, it coats every crevasse. Like rain pouring out of the clouds it melts the freshly packed snow.

I know it's temporary, nothing can stop the terror, but I needed to feel in control if just for a moment.

telling tales

So, when someone tells you that they can't tell you something why would they tell you that?

Why.

It's unclear to me if the person who told me knows, or the person who told them was withholding the information from them and then they just told me the information was being withheld even though they told me it will affect me.

Why.

Perhaps they were looking to me to push the issue, to drag it out of them - but that's not my style. Though the delayed stress is now pushing me to get some sort of closer to this.

I mean I never tell anyone something I can't tell them, cause I always tell everyone everything, unless I can't in which case they never know as I never bring it up!

Whatever, right?

Language

I'm not sure what they are saying but it can't be good, all the shouting and arguing. I listen for a hit of language but it's lost. Their anger seeps through the window screen and I wonder why. Behind the darkness. I don't trust them.

Is the car stolen I wonder.

Anger is what they know and I wish they would reward themselves with their own destruction.

The weeds engulf them but they don't care. It's the visual for how they actually appear to everyone who surrounds them.

The eye

We finished up the evening and I gave Theresa a big hug and said we'd see each other again soon. It was a large kitchen. The ceiling, covered in medium cinnamon 3" wide bead board was only a foot above our heads. The house felt like an Aspen retreat. A sign of things to come.

Well, we said all of our goodbye's and headed up the open well staircase with beautiful views of the mountains.

Not sure at what point we decided to all change and drive out for the funeral tomorrow, but I was roaming around my spacious room trying to find something appropriate. I grabbed my grey long sleeve t-shirt and figured that would have to do. I looked up to the small transom windows and noticed what appeared to be a blizzard!

I yelled to everyone, to look but then my breath fogged up the only window in the room.

I rushed to the stair well, where I met up with the other two and we all looked in amazement.

I looked out to the opposing window down to the street, which switched to my normal street view, not the aspen estate we were occupying. A complete white out. And someone was settling flares into the snow so people could see the road.

I returned to the others and we chatted about the weather channel, an that we didn't know of these events.

I then looked up and could see the northern lights! Amazing, I had never seen them before.

The weird thing was they started to fill the sky. It was like going down a worm hole or some 80's video game of flashing light and color.

Taryn and I rushed to get our camera's but Tim stayed behind. When we returned the sky was completely filled.

Taryn and I were fidgeting with our camera setting, while Tim was recording some video when there was a huge flash!

We looked up and the sky was black, but just before I caught a glimpse of an Egyptian eye.

Stargate.

Scene cuts to a military installation deep underground. The three witnesses are observing the activities.

They had come to the conclusion that perhaps one of us were infected with something, possessed perhaps.

They attempt to play back the video Tim was taking and right when it got the the egyptian eye the gel which helped keep the lens cool melted! There was some discussion of how much this pink colored liquid filled gel - no solid - was rated up to so many degrees calvin.

We were dealing with some alien force.

But what was it, what did it mean.

mix

It was the threats that set the tone. That was the take away. In just a few words out of 2 hours of nothing, it was that.

Looking at micro and global levels threats don't work. They just increase the tension.

Additionally, turning a blind eye and forcing happiness down everyone's throat makes for a controlled environment. We know that political systems like that don't survive but why do business act the same way.

Do we as humans value differences. We don't, no matter how much we promote the value, it people's actions - and not direct actions - but just telling someone to be happy - we are required to all be the same. Diversity is not just race, religion etc. It's personalities, mental states and perspectives.

As I sit here I think about United 93, as I board this United flight... the last minutes... diversity and the world.

So when they mix Karen Carpenter with Christine Aguilera...

Softee Popette Pouches TM

Huh

So I was just about to blog about something else when I just remembered I discovered something about myself, why I am the way I am - but now I forgot... trying to recall....mmm... It was something about my group vs individualism philosophies. I even trying to remember when I came to this realization. It was in the car, but was it a dream or reality. It all made sense. I just remember the revelation though, not the details.

Damn, I can't remember. I think it came to me as I was about to have my ass kicked or my head shot off this past weekend. Stuff like that tends to clear the cobwebs from your brain, ya know?