Solara and Rael - a short, alien love story...well, kinda
Solara and Rael
By: Rex Redd
Hello. My name is Solara, in your terms, an "alien." I am a humanoid in many ways just like you, but from another star cluster in your galaxy known as the Pleiades, or "Seven Sisters." Physically, we are nearly indistinguishable from you, except for slightly more translucent skin and other small cosmetic variations. The big difference is that we exist primarily within the 5th dimension - or 5th density as we call it. Your planetary race as a whole, still remains strictly locked into the 3rd. There is a potential problem this poses for intergalactic beings such as ourselves. Let me explain. Your scientists are quite right about the existence of "wormholes," but most of them do not know it is the means by which we & many other star people have been traveling to other parts of the universe for eons. Think of them like intergalactic highways whereby instantaneous travel well beyond the speed of light is possible. The human race still faces the potential threat of nuclear self-annihilation, and if all the wrong buttons are pushed, the shock waves would collapse many of the wormhole tunnels that we use to travel through. This may seem hard to believe because you think in terms of three dimensional space. Yet the universe is really coexistent in "one space" and completely interconnected. Additionally, the wormhole tunnels are beyond our technological capacity to create, and they can take up to 1,000 light years to re-form. To help save our "intergalactic highways," and also help you guide your evolution beyond the danger point, we have "come down" to you over the ages in a series of missions. Christ, Buddha, Krishna and many others are actually advanced beings from other dimensions and star systems like ours. Such beings usually take regular human form by sending their spirit essences into a human fetus. Starting in the Renaissance era, we began to "come down" en masse to help redirect the overall warlike tendencies of humanity & help channel them into more creative endeavors of expression. We did this mainly through various forms of art, especially painting. In the 1940's - our next mass influx took place. When we became young adults in the 1960's, we had a very powerful impact, but only since many of the returning earth souls were also karmically ready for a frequency shift. Much of this again was accomplished through the art medium; this time mostly through musical expressions used in conjunction with mind altering substances. It was the first time that we collectively meshed together with "earth souls" to affect a vibrational change. You remember this as the "flower power generation," though it was only another preliminary first step. We & other extra dimensional entities usually choose the fetus line of entry because it helps us become culturally & physically enmeshed with, and indistinguishable from you. This affords the best chances of affecting any real vibratory change on your planet, or so we previously thought. Yet there is a downside to all this. Growing up in human form, we become susceptible to the egoic/ linear/ left - brained conditioning of earth societies. In addition, the lower frequency vibration of your planet tends to lock us unnaturally into the 3rd dimensional field. As a result, nearly all who have come down have forgotten vast portions of their true identity & "mission." Thinking then like earthlings, there is a tendency to come to believe in mortality as "real." For example, the last time I came to your planet, many knew me as Janis Joplin - the famous rock singer who died of a drug overdose at age 27. However, 'the end of the frame is not the end of the game.' "Death" is just a change of address not the annihilation of the whole neighborhood. Changing your address prematurely can cheat the heart of one's particular mission teaching. There were many well-known Pleiadians like myself who gave into such false lines of reasoning and "died" before their time: Jimi Hendrix, James Dean, Jim Morrison, John Lennon, Brian Jones, etc. & all the "J" names aren't by accident either; "J" is the distinct frequency tone that marks our particular star cluster when translated into phonetic human language symbols. Our mission now is to keep the wormholes in place by helping humanity towards the next logical step of its evolution: crossing the divide from 3rd to 4th density. This time, our mode of interaction will not be attempted via human fetus but through body surrogates newly developed by the "Gray" alien race. After years of extensive experimentation with human-alien hybrid cloning technology, they came up with a universally functional prototype, or "soul operable meat puppet," as we jokingly call it. Our alliance with the Grays is tenuous and not one we prefer, but they are the only ones who have come up with such a "communication device," and communicating with your race in the utmost clarity is critically important at this time. These operational bodies are human looking in every way, & our "soul-selves" can easily slip in and out of them at will. We did try interacting directly with you in our natural Pleiadian bodies several times in the past, but they could not withstand the stress & heaviness of the earth's low frequency vibration. After a short time, our bodies became susceptible to illness and disease and so we abandoned this idea.
Our mission now is mathematically driven. If we can shift just 12% of human consciousness beyond 3rd density, it would automatically change your entire societal imbalance immediately; which up to now has been rooted almost entirely upon the exploitation of inequality through abuse of power visited by the few upon the many. Rather than primarily through art this time though, we will work through mass communication devices and mediums such as television, internet and radio by creating "news" or "infotainment" stations using the "cover" of human interest stories. Behind them we will be conveying messages of universal peace, unconditional love, and respect for all life; for self as well as others. We have unlimited financial resources at our disposal, as initially we will materialize suitcases full of paper money, bank accounts with billions, and non-liquid assets such as real estate properties, gold, fine art, expensive jewelry and much, much more. I and my cohort Rael are going to be the first to try this test mission using the surrogates. Our target site will be New York City.
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"Yours looks spiffy. Got a hot date waitin' down there?" I asked Rael, my partner in crime for our new earth mission. "Yeah, the hot date is you. You and I are going to be hot dates 'forever,' or at least that's the plan to make it look like when we get down there…you know, 'til death do us part' and all that jazz," he said in a good natured but slightly sarcastic tone. "Yeah I know," I responded. "But that special relationship stuff is really old hat; all that searching to find 'The One.' Remember when we used to believe in that crap ten thousand million years ago on Arctus? Give me a break." "No, I don't remember it," Rael said. "Because I wasn't even in the Pleiadian birth - death life cycle at that point. I was still slugging it out on planet Draco, a place even lower in frequency than earth! But I do know what you mean. I had to go through that realization on my own on Draco; it was painfully torturous." "Well, Rael, we're going to have to play along in the 'love' department once we get down there in order to affect any kind of sea change among the humans," I said. "We're going to need to play up the romance angle. It's the only way to get sizable ratings now. Sex in the guise of 'love' sells." "Should'a known. Another pointless and futile attempt at saving the human race," Rael responded, smiling with the kind of genuinely positive pessimism that most earthlings can only dream of. Rael is a real wise cracker. But we do that a lot around here. Pleiadians as whole have reached an overall understanding of our place in the universe. We already know we are eternal souls in an infinite array of multi-universes with an endless amount of "time" to work out any number of potentials and issues. Once you see this, you begin to know your place in the big scheme of things. And then, for some inexplicable reason, one day you just start cracking fucked up jokes.
"Are you really ready for our new earth adventure?" I asked Rael "Yeah I am...where are we off to again?" "You know. New York City...of course you knew that.....I hope" I said. Rael smiled knowingly. "Now that's a tough nut to crack." "I know, Rael. We both lived there before we moved out west and found fame, fortune and premature death." "Yep, all it got you, 'Janis" was a gold record and a free trip to the morgue by your 27th birthday. But you did beat me by a year" "I'll tell ya' Rael. I still to this day don't know how I got so sucked into all of that down there. I forgot what I came to accomplish in the first place." "Must've been all the good sex and drugs....and rock 'n' roll" Rael mused jokingly. I gave Rael a sarcastic look, letting him know I knew he knew already knew better. "Hey, at least you weren't begging for cigarette burns in a leather bar," Rael said."I mean being the 'immortal' James Dean and not knowing who I really was wasn't exactly fun and games now in retrospect. More like a trip to hell before I was saved by that telephone pole. You know, to be honest Solara, I think the earth is just an intergalactic penal colony for wayward souls. It has never been a place where the truly intelligent really fit in very well or thrive for very long.…even just the initial experience of breaking off a chunk of my consciousness in order to get into that human body felt like deathly suffocation; like being stuffed into a dark shoe for a quarter century ....or a dark leather bar. Most don't know this, but I didn't swerve into that telephone pole by accident."
The surrogates or "meat puppets," as Rael affectionately called them, were almost ready to be teleported down. The owner of the condominium on West 93rd street & Lexington -which would be our living quarters for the next several years hopefully - would have to be briefly abducted, hypnotized & brainwashed by one of our manned light ships into believing we had been living there all along. All the necessary legal documents would be materialized along with a bill of sale for five million dollars, the price of the condo. Several bank accounts would also be materialized with several billions of dollars "pre-put" into them for seed mission money. Our body surrogates would be able to hypnotize people - sometimes even remotely, but could not materialize anything; which is why preparation was so important. For after everything was set up, we were essentially on our own. This was to ensure & maintain a believable level of realism for the humans we would be interacting with & also so that we wouldn't blow our own cover. There were high hopes our surrogates would work out well, and we could finally complete an earth mission fully. We had done some preliminary test runs with the "meat puppets" before we "beamed down" and they seemed to be pretty life-like and functional in all respects. Galactus, our light city metropolis on planet Arctus - one of 49 other planets within our Pleiadian star cluster - was now buzzing with excitement. Most Pleiadians are very interested in earth missions. And many would "beam down" after us to other parts of the earth and partake in the missions once word of its success got out. Television, websites, radio, even You- tube uploads were all game for our new infotainment show. We didn't care about the particulars. The point was to get the message out.
Before the surrogates were sent down, Rael donned his Pleiadian-earth intermediary with quite luxurious "threads"- a Gucci 3 Piece get-up. "Rael, your 'thing' is lookin' hot. But were not we're not going to do fashion shoots down there. I don't think 'it' looks like a news reporter, do you?" "I don't know...with the corporatization and merging of all the mass media that's been going on down there lately, a runway type model news reporter be the wave of the future. Yours doesn't look too bad either in the 'Ken and Barbie' department."
We soon each got in our projection chambers. The teleportation of our 2 humanoid bio clone "meat puppets" had already been a success. They were lying on the living room floor of the condo, "sleeping," awaiting our souls' arrival. Now we would fly out of our Pleiadian bodies and into our surrogates below "Engage activation sequence countdown" a voice out of nowhere loudly announced "….10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,1.
Rael and me were suddenly in the tiny condo in our new bodies.
"Sweet creator!" Rael cried out of joy, although now he was Ron Reed, the ever inquiring indie news reporter....& I was Sarah Reed, his ultra-liberated yet compassionately nurturing wife...or, errrr girlfriend or...whatever. "It's so real. I can feel everything. It reminds me a little of how it felt when I was James Dean. Young and virile... full of vim & vigor! Very similar to the real thing Solara- I mean Sarah - don't you think?" "Didn't I tell you before? The Grays did a bang up job on the R&D with these things; shifty little fellers that they are 'n' all." "Well, they've been abducting humans against their will for several centuries now. You'd think they'd finally come up with something," Rael said in his typical down to earth sarcasm, adding, "This place costs five million bucks?!! Thank God we can materialize money. What a rip-off! Back in the day, you could get ten mansions with matching swimming pools for this price. I mean.... just one split level duplex? Talk about lowered expectations in the modern world. My God!" "Earthlings work all their lives for much, much less," I said. "It's really quite sad what all the fear and greed has done to just the basics of everyday living now. It's changed so much since we were down here last. We could always beam up and just forget the whole thing if you want. Still... this beats my old digs in the Chelsea Hotel by a good light year or two." "I'm curious 'Sarah'. How much rent did you in pay when you were living in the Chelsea hotel?" Rael asked. "56 dollars and 22 cents a month. That was around…hmmm 1965 I believe," I said, scratching my non-physical memory cortex. "That's 23rd street - prime real estate now. I would estimate the cost of rent in New York City overall has gone up at least 5,000 percent since then....actually, probably more like 10,000 percent....wait ! Now that I think of it, it's more like 15...."
"That's a lot of percent$," Rael interjected. "I think I get the idea."
In a couple of months, we had set up a complete broadcast station in a commercial space on 57th street and Broadway. That was the easy part; soon came the hard. We had to hypnotize nearly everyone in the upper echelons of the cable company to get our TV broadcast a time slot. The state government was much easier to hypnotize but we still were forced to jump through so many hoops & regulatory hurdles, that me and Rael started to feel like circus animals after a while. After about a year of this, we still were only at the ass-end cable channels on the infomercial slot at three in the morning. Surprisingly, it was on internet and radio where we really began to breakthrough. We paid for Satellite radio just like we did cable, but thankfully without all the regulatory hurdles or need to hypnotize everyone in sight. Sarah and Ron Reed were the only two completely honest news reporters in the world and they were in love, or so the script went. Ironically, in "real" life Rael and I began having wild sex at the condo. Pleiadians for the most part have a lot of sex but it's usually no big deal. Yet this was different. Sex with the surrogates had a certain realism that gave it a much more carnally pleasurable and sensuously satisfying effect than we were used to. Neither I nor Rael remembered it ever having been even close to this good when as Janis & James, but we couldn't entirely figure out if this was because of the "super realism" of the surrogates or if we just had an unconscious desire to justify our audience's belief in us being madly in love in order to get the most viewers and listeners possible. Whatever the reason, it started to really pay off for us big time. Suddenly our fan base doubled and tripled exponentially, and then the cable TV ratings followed suit. We were becoming a big hit, not just in New York, but all across the country and the world over too.
Almost all our stories had spiritual foundation points. Like the time we reported on the girl in San Antonio, Texas who tried to stop her high school from forcing traceable RFID tracking chips to be implanted in the heads of all the students there, just to guarantee full class attendance for more state funds. We made the underlying point that any excuse used to legitimize such an appalling violation of individual civil liberties was unjustifiable in any way, shape or form. The student in question took the school to court over it and the chip implantation idea was mothballed...at least for the time being. The win in court was largely due to our report which put public pressure on the local authorities to back down. We did many "human interest" stories similar to this one. Another thing that attracted audiences so quickly to us, was that our shows were commercial free. This is what ultimately brought us under scrutiny from the federal government. The feds couldn't trace where we originally had gotten all our finances from, as the money trail seemed to magically appear and disappear out of nowhere at certain junctures. Unfortunately, it isn't possible for us to hypnotize everyone on the whole damn planet! The Feds suspected some kind of money laundering operation they had yet to figure out; or even worse: funding from secret domestic terror "cells" as they called them.
About two years into our mission, we were paid a not too friendly visit by one of Washington's new investigative agencies. We were in the middle of a heavy broadcast cycle when several men barged into our offices.
"Hi, I'm detective 'Anonymous' of the FBI-DHS-NSA fusion team." He said as he flashed his new holographic badge with a forced smile. "Can I have a word with the owner of this station?" "That would be me" I said. "You are under suspicion of being a terrorist cell. We have determined that you are a national security threat!" He snapped his fingers and five identical looking agents suddenly rampaged through our offices and into our broadcast studios, laser weapons drawn, as they began seizing all our computers, and radio and television broadcasting equipment. "You can't do this without a warrant!" Rael protested. "Oh yes we can," one of the agents retorted. "Under the new Homeland Security Domestic Terrorist Suspicion Act, or HSDTS, just recently passed by congress, we have not only the right, but the patriotic duty to do all this!" "I can't believe you fascist creeps!" Rael said to them as the agents cleaned out the studio.
"Shut your mouth!" said one of the agents. "The first amendment was also amended last week with the passage of another bill. Now not only can you not do anything about this, you can't say anything about it either! Now sit down and shut up or I'm fully authorized to kill you immediately with my hand held death ray, do you understand?" After the events of the day at the office, I and Rael were stunned.
"But I'm not really surprised." Rael said. "Back in '50s they did the same kind of thing all the time; just instead of being a terrorist, they would accuse you of being a communist. I hate to sound cynical Solara, but I wonder if our mission here was doomed from the start this time."
"How can you say that Rael?!!" I retorted angrily. "We were just beginning to get somewhere! Our audience has tripled in the last month alone. We are aiding & abetting a sea change of consciousness. Do you not see this? How can you give up so easily Rael?!! " "Yeah, but now we are 'aiding and abetting' terrorists in their eyes. Watch how the mass media spins this one. Public opinion will turn against us overnight. Once you say the word 'terrorist' everyone suspends critical thinking. I'm sorry Solara, I just get this creeping suspicion that someone up there really doesn't like what we're doing down here & I don't mean the Creator. They can shut us down if they really want to."
"Yes, but we still do have legal channels we can go through," I said. "I'm going to call our legal team right now so that we can have a meeting with them as soon as possible."
All the people that we had hired at the station to help us edit and broadcast the show had suddenly bailed out overnight; either out of fear of being called a 'terrorist sympathizer,' or of not being paid anymore, or both. Mostly both.
The next morning at 6:30 am, we heard a banging on our condo door. I looked through the peephole and saw 3 ornery looking, well-built men in spotless white button down dress shirts, fancy white trousers, & contrasting black sunglasses.
"Open up !" One of the men shouted.
"Who are you?" I demanded
"We would like to speak with you Miss and your cohort too. Please comply peacefully. We do not want to have to break down your door"
"Identify yourselves!" Rael cut in, "You need to identify yourselves and have a warrant to enter our premises!" With no explanation or warning, the door was suddenly kicked down. When the three unidentified men barged in, one oddly with a bucket in his hand, the other one - who was leading the charge - announced sinisterly to Rael, "we don't need to answer to anybody, punk! We're the White Shirts!"
Rael just had to be a smart ass. "So why are you breaking into our place at 6:30 in the morning?!! Didn't have enough fun yesterday confiscating all our studio equipment? Or are you here to promote some new whitening & shirt brightening laundry detergent?" he said with as much sarcasm as any Pleiadian could muster.
"Listen you weasel," said the agent leading the charge with short cropped slightly reddish hair glistening in the morning sun while pinning Rael by his throat to the wall with an amazing, almost super-human strength."If I wanted comedy, I'd be in a different line of work! If I want your admission of guilt concerning terrorist activities, I know I'm in the right place!!" He then punched Rael in the face so hard I thought his soul-self would immediately fly out of the surrogate for an easy escape. No such luck. The meat puppet went limp, but Rael was still in there, trapped. He was supposed to be able to eject his spirit from the surrogate at will, or it was supposed to happen automatically within the first minute of any violently registered physical deviation from the norm. This is when I knew something had gone terribly awry. For whether by accident or design, the bio-clone was acting in the polar opposite way it was designed to.
At that moment, I had a realization that our mission might not be as easy as I had thought. I had hugely miscalculated how much American society had changed in the relative short time since my last visit. It was not that I was completely in the dark about some of the new political developments, but I had underestimated the exponential deterioration of the social order, which seemed to be worsening by the day.... Rael had not been quite so naïve.
For the duration of the White Shirts' stay -or rather occupation -of premises, we refused to admit to any crimes or sign any confessions under duress; that was against our universal principles. However, usually 999,000 out of 1,000,000 other times, me and Rael would have had a slew metaphysical options at our disposal to synchronize our non-compliance with immediate escape. But this situation was another animal altogether. Locked into our surrogates for some inexplicable reason, now we had to face whatever physical abuse the agents would deal our way. We were being forced to "pull a Gandhi," as they say, and any interstellar sentient being worth his salt knows what that means. "Pulling a Gandhi" was something neither Rael nor I, nor any sane being would want to do voluntarily. It would be excruciatingly painful. As we remained locked inside our surrogates, we were tied up, repeatedly punched in the face, water boarded, Tasered, kicked around, beaten, prodded with sharp implements, made to stand on one leg for 10 hours, had our heads repeatedly kicked by black steel toed boots with spikes on the outside, water boarded again, pummeled with baseball bats, Tasered - this time in the bathtub, horse whipped, repeatedly poked in the eyes with fingers, hit in the groin with sledgehammers, had our teeth extracted without anesthesia, and then Chinese water tortured for two days…. until finally, frustrated that we still wouldn't sign any confessions, our tormentors took out their hand held death rays and blasted two fatal holes into each of our surrogates' heads. Now I've been around the universe a couple of times and seen a lot of messed up shit, but this takes the cake. It was Guantanamo on steroids !What really pissed us off was that the surrogates held up so well to the abuse…until the death ray to the head part As me and Rael finally floated free, released from the meat puppet body prisons, our expanded soul-selves could clearly see what had actually taken place. The Grays - it turned out - had been collaborating with the highest levels of Washington's secret government "black" operations from the start, to derail our new mission from becoming any kind of long term success. In retrospect, I and Rael having more and more sex with each other while we were still in the surrogates was not entirely of our doing. Having become addicted to it just like a drug, it entrained our souls to the lower frequency vibrations of the earth. Thus, we were helpless to leave the surrogates when we were slowly being tortured to "death." In the same way, I had gotten addicted to heroin, speed and cocaine as Janis Joplin and Rael had gotten addicted to having sadomasochistic sex in dark, secretive gay leather bars, as James Dean. Sadly, this was a major red flag neither of us caught in time. We had to do some intricate negotiating with the Grays in order to acquire the surrogates in the first place. We gave them one billion strands of our good DNA -the genetics of their race is dying out- in exchange for 'em. However, we'd never had control of our surrogates from the very start. And we are still entrapped, even now as I send out this soul transmission. The Grays have locked our essences into a kind holding pattern in the lower astral realm with some kind of metaphysical "soul freezing device." Me and Rael can only deduce it to be a very advanced form of 6th density light technology. We seem to be stuck indefinitely in what might be termed by some "purgatory," and the problem is, we can't telepathically transmit out now much farther than the earth's gravity pull. We suspect also that this has something to do with our "soul-selves" being entrained to the earth's lower frequencies while we were inside the surrogates for over two years.
I realize now that we cannot shoulder responsibility for the bad choices human beings - en masse - have made or continue to make. The lesson I and Rael have learned, is that you earth people are going to have to sort things out on your own. If you destroy yourselves in nuclear self-annihilation, it'll limit our space travel, but not completely.
We Pleiadians had similar power & control issues to deal back nearly half a million years ago ourselves. And now you need to do what we did: change densities and lighten up! Yet at the glacial pace that you are proceeding, this could take hundreds, perhaps thousand years.
The Grays are complicit with your corrupt earth governments, & this is not helping your evolution much. Even if you should avoid nuclear annihilation, they plan to take over the earth once humans are completely at the mercy of machine-like artificial "intelligences" and surveillance technologies which are now slowly but surely becoming commonplace. Humanity as a whole is going to have to make some really tough choices fairly soon; for the elite, and power hungry among you hold too much sway and yet are too blinded by their own greed and unholy alliances to see the horrendous implications of what they're doing. I predict there will be a great war for the soul of humanity on your planet. A "spiritual war" fought by humans against the soulless, materialistic "humanoid" machines -or meat puppet bio clones- that will attempt to exterminate you. In the meantime, you need not worry about me and Rael's fate in this netherworld we now find ourselves in. We are fairly convinced that in spite of the Gray's soul-lock-down-ray, there is already a Pleiadian search party on its way which will eventually find us. When they do, there will be hell to pay by the Grays! We are not violent or warlike beings, but the laws of the universe can be merciless; and we pride ourselves on being stewards of universal law. When the Gray's' deception is known to all, they will be excommunicated from the entire galaxy we share and perhaps then, humanity will have a chance.
Revised Introduction to the 11th Holographic Edition of 'Mayday Messages from the Pleiadians'
As Ruth came out of trance, she felt the gravity of the information that had been passing through her for the past hour or so. She had been some kind of conduit and had no recollection of anything that she had said. However, judging by the intense looks she received from the people around her, Ruth's first free workshop, 'an introduction to channeling,' had apparently been more than anyone had bargained for. There was a ring of truth about Solara and Rael's 'story' that was hard for those in attendance to shake. Luckily someone had audio-taped the proceedings, which would become the first in a series of many. Oddly, it was only the year 1986 and yet the chaneller had been told that she was receiving messages from around the year 2020. It would be a few decades until all the messages were transcribed, compiled, and eventually put into book form; a total of 1,437 pages. When it finally hit the book shelves, 'Mayday Messages from the Pleiadians' became so popular, that it made it to the New York Times bestsellers list and remained there at #1 for 969 consecutive weeks. The book - it turns out- had affected many readers so deeply, that it caused the shift in human consciousness that was needed in order to cross the threshold into 4th density. Humanity thus having achieved 4th density by the year 2017, now ironically had no need for Solara and Rael to actually "beam down," and "try" to accomplish their mission. However, just to make sure that they wouldn't sever a possible future-to- past-to-future infinity time loop, Solara & Rael decided to come down anyway.
Overnight they became instant celebrities, hit the talk show circuit, made guest appearances on several 'X-files 2.0' episodes and began promoting the latest holographic green ray edition of 'Mayday Messages from the Pleiadians,' which they read and acted out in its entirety - all 1,437 pages of it. Unfortunately, they had to come down in those dastardly bio-clone "meat puppet" bodies "again" and had started to get addicted to sex "again." Eventually they became the first alien-to-hybrid-to-sex-with-humans- porn stars ever to grace the filth riddled holographic "silver" screen.
I would suggest we overlook this last, perhaps disgraceful chapter in their long, eternally circular history. With 4th density having finally been attained for humanity, there is more than enough grounds for giving Sandra and Rael their due respect and honor them for their great contribution in making our world, a better reality.
- Sincerely Yours, Raelara "bio-clone baby" Reed; Editor in Cheese, 2043.
P.S. - Rest in peace Ruth - whatever your last name was - for use of your body as a chanelling conduit.