Year 1997, Within a secret facility deep in the cold deserts of Antarctica, a handful of scientists and engineers are developing ideas and ways of setting up bases in outer space.They are trying to prepare for the alleged over population on earth by setting up cities or bases on other planets and moons. The scientists are working hard trying to come up with ways to terra form and grow crops on potential worlds that they target to inhabit. The Engineers are building devices and machines that will be used to help develop the targeted worlds into being more inhabitable.

I don’t know where to begin. It’s like on TV, or in the movies, when you see police conducting an interview, they say start at the beginning. What I always wondered was, what is the beginning? I mean, take my absurd situation. Was the beginning my pleasant childhood, which progressed into struggling teen years where my mental health issues began to appear? The years attempting to get through college, or the bad decisions of an ill mind compounded by an inability to stay structured enough to do the work necessary to earn my degree, the spontaneous marriage to a mentally abusive wife whose secret job of running a pornographic website, where all the videos involved her and her affairs, that I stumbled upon leading to cracking of my frail mental health.

I’ve only been here for about seven years.

Breathe

Kylie

As the story begins, the magic unfolds. As the veil begins to fall down, the blind fold crumbles to a million pieces of star dust. Even the blind fold holds the answers to the secrets. An energy created with the intention to cover up what is beneath the surface, yet as the intention that initially created the blind fold changes, it is now created to heighten awareness. The shedding represents a process; awakening, transforming. It represents that energy is energy, love is love. It’s simply the intention behind it that gives it direction.

When we think of the moon, scientifically speaking it's a magnetic rock. Right? Let's take a deeper look within this relationship between the moon and earth within the lines of this love letter. Enjoy!

June 7th, 2020, 6:40 a.m.

June 7th, 2020, 2:05 a.m.

This is it; this is my life in a nutshell. I never believed them when they told me I am not from around here. Denial, was my favorite policy until I broke into the storage facility and discovered the truth. Now with a gun in my hand, I contemplate whether or not to end everything.

What if the end of the world that was supposed to come in December of 2012 just like the Mayan calendar predicted was altered? What if that scheduled apocalypse never happened because some time traveler, from the future, obviously, came back to, let’s say 2010, and changed the course of what should have been in 2012?

I’m going to save her. Something was terribly wrong, and I had to save her. I’m only 17 and already was thinking I want to marry this girl. I stared at the desert sky as we rode down route 66. My best friend Jimmy and I in his black two door Mazda RDX. He always had my back when I needed him especially today. I was on a mission to save the girl I loved and from what I didn’t know. I glanced at the google maps on my phone 7.2 miles left until the exit. My heart started to race I didn’t know if it was fear or excitement. Both? I knew on things for sure is that I was scared. Scared that we wouldn’t like what we found.