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alien space craft…they are very welcoming…

more on social issues…

posse outside the door of my Black friends’ home in Maryland..NOT welcoming…we had to leave…

alien hospital space station.

some aliens may be our enemies but some are our very best friends. We need to begin to study them. Obviously they came from some outer space place out there and if they are in outer space they have significant technology and experience over us.

I actually met an alien, please believe me. I knew It had to be reported. I could not hang on to this on my own. I fled to an ER with this info not knowing where else to go. The authorities have been trying to die me ever since. For that and other reasons. Or maybe that was just an excuse. Serendipity for them, not for me.

that alien did not look like these drawings this one is the one I saw in my mind in the Haven Tower Unit after being left in the snow:

And, I kept hearing the most unbelievably beautiful music inhering in songs playing on the radio near my room.

then they transferred me to Philhaven and I started drawing pictures.

The alien I first saw in the cottage was crude looking and awkward and not all that pleasant; very large. Like a cross between an elephant and a dinosaur. Or a very large, awkward lizard. And its energy was morphing onto the bugs in the room, piggybacking onto the bugs. I started breaking uo all the electronic equipment in fear of something about a spacecraft being built over by Smith Lane and Longswamp Road. Something was going on over there. The clouds over that site were organized. I thought maybe it was some kind of climate control experiment. That night I had it in my head that the cottage was a plug for some kind of space ship for political dignitaries the world over to take off and leave the planet after blowing it up. The lamp in the bathroom was overheating. I didn’t realize at the time that ai probably had left the bathroom shower heat lamp on by mistake instead of the regular overhead lamp,

I do not remember whether I had stopped my medication. It is possible but I am not sure. My doctor stopped it twice around that time and I was blamed for this. In other words,bi did not and would not have stoooed it in my own. The doctor refused to provide it for some reason I do not know.

I WAS being followed on my computer and cell phone. I got sick of this. I was fed up that night and started slowly disconnecting everything and preventing things from automatically recharging, that led me me to starting breaking it all up. I was just disgusted with it all. I destroyed the shredder, dumping out all the shredded paper all over the place like confetti, Finally, my beautiful old-fashioned printer copier fax xerox. It was just so old and gross I was sick of it.

my father was sick and furious. And hurt. I wasn’t able to explain at the time. Maybe now I have.

the whole place was a disaster area. I pulled it all apart. But it was a deep cleaning that was needed. There was a festering situation from many years making. My father unfortunately was not able to see it that way.

After a while I returned, and cleaned the place up, and completely refurnished it in a modern style. I pray he did not disband it from the lovely work I did in there. It was truly an act of love that he funded with 1000s of dollars.

That is me and my father.

Back to aliens.

And the hope of solving race wars the world over.

What has happened here in America affects Africans the world over; then, there is what the English who stayed in England did in Africa. And, Apartheid, I don’t know a whole lot about that.

I am convinced that the help of ALIENS is a bold new provenance for the help of suffering the world over.