Everyone has a piece of the puzzle but none of them have an overview. I suspect this is part of the assimulation program; someone thinking we’re not quite ready yet but wanting us to be sometime soon.
Me, I just gather the pieces and try to make them fit. I can’t see the overview either yet, but I can at least see where some of the pieces fit together.
Now and then I’m blocked, asking too many questions, warily regarded, cautiously let in, given one more piece to turn over in my hands, looking at it from every angle.
Many others have been given these pieces as well. Some were even presidents. Eisenhower knew the most, as did Kennedy, Nixon, Clinton, Reagan. Each were given part of a careful breifing.
Kennedy was the most interested and hopeful. He wanted to scatter more of the puzzle bits around at large. Others objected. He didn’t live much longer after expressing this desire though it probably wasn’t the only reason for his assasination if reason at all. The CIA head was mad about being fired; having his autonomous powers divided. Castro was probably mad at the attempted assination attempt on him as well.
Reagan was interested too, but much more interested in when the snacks were going to be brought in. “Can we get some sandwiches in here? Oh. I’m sorry. You were saying?”
I’ve a collection of pieces in each of my two hands, laughing because those that gave them to me have somehow never seen what the other gave. Didn’t know. Never talked about it with each other. Didn’t even guess.
I see how its going to be: how it always is: just when you think you have it all figured out, you find out you were wrong.
“There are stranger things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in thine philosophy.”
Yes, and this universe is far more populated than we can even imagine.
What if we just woke up one day and really opened our eyes?
It would be there all around us and we’d have to realize, reasses, the fact that its been there all along, politely just moving around our well sheltered little paradigms.