Dust to Dust

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.

But I heard them, I was at the bottom of the building, watching them rip their clothes off as they suddenly turned to dust cold and stiff, rapidly descending out of control, after jumping for their life, or was it so painful; to end their life.

As I journeyed through the depths of this vast vortex of energy, my hairs standing on the edge of my arms and legs, a sensation that was as though I was burning from ice cold heat, if that can exist. Where was this coming from, what is out there? Something is out there. Why do I feel there are more people or another form of life that is involved in this. This is bigger than you know, I’ve just got a feeling about it.

I took myself out of the disastrous scene, and jumped over people that had collapsed from shock, shock of being the witness and trying to explain it in English, I guess. It took some time for me to find my way through the dust that circulated around my eyeballs, and to get on a tram that was moving. I got home after jumping hedges to take a short cut, desperate to breathe, but not without that sense that someone, or something had followed me.

Finally, I got home and straight on to my computer to search for answers, what could this be, what could have created a building falling and turning to dust as it did, with every object both material and human, turning to dust as well. Did anyone else notice this? Or is the side effects of the clinical trial I am being paid to do, to test the healing benefits of Psilocybin causing me to imagine things?

Maybe my senses have heightened, and I now have this super power and ability to communicate in another dimension. Calm down, breathe, I am home and need a cup of tea.

There is so much on the internet about extra-terrestrial interference, some say governments are in contact with them. The pictures differ, each species different I guess, different cultures of extra-terrestrials. This isn’t hard to believe, we have English, Indian, Asian, African many races of people, why wouldn’t it be the same on Mars or Venus or wherever they live. Maybe right here on Earth.

There is a conflict in my brain between God and the Aliens, which one do I pray too, do I want to know how and what could turn a building made of concrete and steel rods, extending over 100 stories high into dust? I mean, seriously, what can fight and win against that technology and who used it anyway, and why? The same questions and the same missing information on the web.

I decided it was enough thinking and more stress free relaxing, my meditation that night to take medication prescribed from my doctor, 1.3 mgs of Medical Cannabis herb, that I vaped and sat back to reap the benefit and just chill out.

Just as I was starting to feel the calm and balanced state of being, the whole house shook, shit, it’s an earthquake, I’m up, my attention has been stimulated and I am on high alert, well, under the table by now, waiting for this to settle and it did. This was not like the last earthquake in this area, this was quick, like Ka plonk! Quick.

No damage inside so I opened the door to see if my neighbours were ok, it was like opening a cupboard and lighting exploding out into your face. Damn that’s bright, I think I’m blind, what is that? What is going on out there, hello, hello, is anyone out there?

I saw three flashes of a purple, brown type of light, I can’t explain it, it was bright but the colours deep, and they flashed around and around like a spiral. What the hell is that? Hang on, where are the trees? And the Shed that was standing there on a concrete slab?

Visitors, from somewhere else had landed in my front yard. I could see it; I wonder if Helga and Brust were home next door and seeing this too. What about Connie and her two kids across the road, all I can think of right now is, are we safe?

Then, just like you’ve seen it in the movies, a door appears, and it slides away, just like that, it disappeared, what the? I’m like freaking out a bit, more with excitement actually, but the medication has kicked in fully and I am just so calm, and not afraid to stand there and watch this fireworks show.

This light moved forwards towards the edge of what seemed to be a massive type of vessel that was not touching the ground. It was hovering, but if you try to step towards it, there was no way you could. It felt like there was an invisible wall in front of me that I just could not go through. What is this I thought to myself?

Then the fear crept in, maybe the meds are wearing off because right now, I am starting to feel like I am in trouble, and possibly in danger, I don’t’ really want to know anymore, I’m not interested in getting on your ship mate and finding out exactly what you want from me. I also notice that everything beneath this Airbnb on speed was turned to dust, holy shit, I think I am in trouble.

I start backing out, literally, taking those carefully planned backwards steps I did, trying to reach my front door, when I get there, I am going to run inside and slam it shut and lock it as fast as I can. Call the police or someone, maybe the Navy but emergency services 101 for sure. I made it inside, terrified by now, looking for my phone, where is it? Oh right, it’s under the pile of paperwork I printed on- “No logical theories as to how things turn to dust.”

There it is, and my phone is going flat, no reception in here, I’ve got to go back outside to make a call. I hesitantly opened the door, and nothing was happening, the silhouette of a thing was still standing in the same position at the end of this big ship that seems to like it here. I walk out, not afraid this time, and holding my phone up, to show them, you know, that I could call for back up at any time.

Suddenly, the phone froze in my hand, my grip so tight I could not let it go, it glowed a silvery pink halo, and the hairs stood up again, my head was like a frizz ball of fairy floss, and I felt as though I was lifting off the ground, and I think I did.

I fell to the ground, after the tingling stopped, and I felt like my body was going to erupt, the skin tightened, and I wasn’t sure if I could breathe, but I could, and all this took about 1.5 minutes max. I grabbed my phone, that had fallen out of my hand, to call emergency, I was clearly being attacked by a non-human being; As I went to make the call on maybe 2 % battery charge, I dialled the number and noticed that my phone had been fully charged, how’s that? No cord, no power point, no electricity connection and somehow my phone was fully charged. I raced into the house again, my iPad, fully charged, my wireless mouse, fully charged, keyboard the same, everything was running, lights, clothes dryer, washing machine, kettle. All of them unplugged from the wall. They were running.

All this time, we have lived as slaves to the companies that charge us exuberant fees to use the utilities we need to survive. All this time, electricity is free, free energy, that’s what these friends came to show me. I asked the question, and it was answered. We can microwave something in a box oven, they have the ability to microwave an area, a massive area, and turn it to dust. The question… who are they? Do we already know them?