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Gideon Prime 2

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By Ocusan MPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 3 min read
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If Walls could talk…

The people on Gideon Prime never solved their population problem. Their existence painted on the Berlin Wall years ago, a distant memory of the reason for oppression. Some still think it was the work of the Space Force, The Ashtar Command. Weather it was or not, there remains one woman who remembers the spaceships and swears she came from Planet X, she calls Gideon Prime. Sitting in her one room flat overlooking Tiergarten, she lets me in on her distant past. Her name is Svetlana, her age is over 120 years, yet she doesn’t look a day over thirty. She tells of how she acquired a anti aging formula made by scientists on her planet. Showing me a radium bottle of blue fluorescent liquid, she tells of that their were many secrets behind the iron curtain. The recipe for it was top secret. She was dressed in a light blue kimono of exquisite beadwork & a cap of pearls. She wore the cap from her hair falling out from the radium. Sitting back on her velvet sofa, her eyes roll up. I still remember it all, the flying saucers of the Ashtar Command. All are gone, even the greatest leaders. The tried taking the formula but they couldn’t tolerate its side effects of a strong current of energy flowing through the body. I had a resistance to the side effects. It made me stronger and preserved me from aging. Why I survived might be the way my dna is arranged. My parents, giving me a genetic gift. They too have perished, as our world was destroyed in a nuclear disaster. We evacuated in ships of an entire fleet. I was only a child as my mother held me looking out the window watching our home world supernova like a star. Stopping her recollection for a moment, she cried tears. It wasn’t easy for her to be alone, pouring tea, she went on. All of us wanted to find a new home. The only one feasible was on Earth. We didn’t know what would happen, or anything about the 3rd Reich. Looking up starry eyed, she seemed like a regal princess from a orbital past. She informed me she was not the Svetlana, daughter of Stalin. She was a different more mysterious type, having her face showing strain. She explained how their scientists had the knowledge of how to release weapons of war. This in turn mushroomed into a Second World War. She recalled riding in the back seat of Hitlers car, where she was car sick. Outside her window a monorail whisked by, instead of a old steam train. Why she asked is history repeating itself? Can you hear the noise underground? Their is a machine that pounds like a wreaking ball deep within the earth. It makes it difficult to make my uranium jewelry that I sell to clients around the world. She shut off a lamp showing her pendant glowing in the dark. Her china cabinet was full of glowing glass, she was proud of. She laughed, it’s funny that one woman in New Mexico make’s uranium tomahawks she arranges on a cave wall. This gives it a exciting Indian effect as uranium is mined throughout the world. Kazakhstan has the largest mine, I buy mine from Canada’s Cigar Lake. It’s a pity Russia has to have a war, Smolinskaya in the shield of the Ukraine can produce 450,000 tons per year. I think they fight for the Uranium. I have seen other ufo’s besides the ones from Gideon. They hover over the Nuclear reactors like hungry aliens. They want the formula, to power their crafts. Her eyes grew still, ushering the past together with the present. I fear these terrestrials are using humanity to steal their lives by using technology that we cannot see or understand. A invisible war. She grew too sad to speak anymore. She showed me photos of her as a middle aged woman, and another photo of her as a very old woman. Explaining how she looked before the treatment. The pictures were also sent to hospitals where she hopes to cure skin damage done by the war. Moving to the kitchen she had bags of candy donations that were for the children living in filtration camps throughout Russian Federation. Even I Svetlana of Gideon am powerless over the situation. She said handing me a small wrapped gift. I unwrapped the tissue paper finding a piece of the Wall. It’s blue graffiti still there. She smiled and said that we are all just pieces of bricks in a wall. If walls could talk..

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Ocusan M

I write in a surrealistic style learning new realities as i researched Quantum physics in Quantum Dreaming where the man had a Quantum computer in his home that could see into the future.

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