Message from the circle beyond the illusion of time

     For the first time in your life, you have reached concrete proof that your reservations about what you see are based on a Real reason. The coat, that you now have been made guardian of, is your vehicle beyond the frequency jail which has been erected to protect creation from the destructive impulses of your kind. You have sufficient understanding to realize that a purely physical realm cannot exist in anything but the imagination of non physical beings who have been quarantined due to great disturbances in their ability to control their energy grid. The coat merely gives you extra control so that you can perceive more of your energy field  and the energy that surrounds you. This coat came from a time were it was not so unique and it's great power was perfectly balanced with billions of coats just like it. And then something stirred.

A battlefield and Something

     The field is  littered with bodies and the color of dreams not fulfilled tinted the visage of the landscape. It would seem that the cold ash covered tapestry was proof that whatever battles that raged here were so horrible , so complete in the conquering of light, so desperate, yes, it would seem that these men were saved by the mercy of death. A beam of light that had traveled for eons made its way towards the dark canvass. It was as if the light became alive and very afraid as it reached the field. It was as if, somehow, this collection of protons gained insight into the past and wanted no part of the darkness that haunted the field like a ghost haunting the ghost of something that never lived. Dismal is too weak of a word and too happy of a word still, to describe the absence glowing from the sadness of this field. And yet, something stirs.In the mist of the ruble, the collar of a jacket starts to ever so slowly rise. But how could this be? It has been at least 30,000 years since the last battle took place and this quarantined area of the planet has been cut off for almost as long.  And yet something stirs. But what?