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A tough old VA psychiatrist once told me that getting the best result with the least amount of drugs was the best bet.

Being Bipolar 1 and knowing just what kind of power lurking within had to agree. Besides, I respected him.

Though the shrinks not always understood my thing, just how to repress it.

That my so called hallucinations were REAL. The marks on my body attest to that. I am not complaining. I do what I do.

When I got back on days after years of feeling nothing, of being less than human... there was ptsd... that taking all that damage to my psyche took a toll.

Betrayals and other shit just piled up and I had ignored them for the better part of two decades.

Rapid healing was an agony that actually felt kinda good. Could be I am just a masochist that way... that I enjoy pain. After eating it like candy for years I guess old habits are tough to break.

Angels are exhausted because of my silly ass.

I walk a delicate Line as I know what I am capable of becoming.

I am not here to hurt anyone.

Quite the opposite.

Again.

Parlay?

Yes I want something from the councils... and I do have something to offer.

I got all the time in the world.

Time is after all, on my side. It always has been.

Here it is not light or dark, but a pleasant grey.

A twilight of sorts with Hell's Bells just fading.

Building bridges?

Hell I AM THE BRIDGE.

If there is nothing you need then I'll leave you alone.

You know, even the damned love... so how can they be damned? God loves all His children... ALL of them. Predators are a necessary thing.

Without them the health of the flock would plummet as the diseased and old would not be culled.

This is simply natural law... one thing I like about the laws of nature. They are unwritten and cannot be broken.

Sure they can be bent... but broken?

Nope.

Evolutions in all branches of the tree of humanity are to be expected... some first. Since predators are smarter by design, they will get them first.

Who would come forward and be blessed? To receive His mark and drink from His cup?

Remember what I told you about lies. They are a thing I despise. Lying is a waste of energy as one leads to another and soon there is a huge clusterfuck.

We Linewalkers have not operated in the open for a very long time... this is an act of trust on my part to reach out to you.

We are warrior mystics of ancient origin. I shit you not when I say we are strangers in a strange land here.

Just because we are born to you to know does not mean our hearts are from somewhere else.

When I beat a 100% pension out of the Vets I used a civilian psych and one letter from him just got it done.

'Fixed delusional system' they called it.

I was simply myself.

It pays the bills... oh, and I got social security as well. They want to call different 'sick', then so be it.

I love my fellow veterans and spending time among them is always a fond thing. Just ask em... Navy Photographers are a congenial lot. Had not the bipolar shut me down, I would have been a SEAL as well.

Tough break... but the powers that be were not having me spend yet another life here killing people for a living. Not in Aquarius, not while being a seventh son...

Did you think I would be sanguinary?

That I wouldn't be a symbiotic Psi instead?

BENEVOLENT is what I had to be.

That I have been brutally diverted from the killing careers all my life... that I was steered away from taking human life. Even the Company tried to recruit me on more than one occasion... instinctively I refused... Company business Company way indeed.

There were other ideas in my inception, training and remembrance.

Though my motivations can be selfish... I actually get off on helping people... generating good karma tickles my toes. I am the guy that gives the bum a few bucks... I have even found lost souls and set them straight.

I imagine I owe a favor for one of these rescues.

What went down in Flagstaff was something I am mindful of and the Line always pays its debts.

We unlike our enemies are motivated by love...

unashamed love.

A lust for life and all it brings... all forms of life.

If you can see what you are in other places and what is waiting for you...

Great Vampire Kings and their courts... our tribute to them would often be the worst criminals of the our Empire. Huge wraithlike ships on silvery seas... you see, no one here is really entirely from here... not after aeons of mixing.

Take the vampire legends and go back even further... past Babylon... past Atlantis... and even further than that.

Rapture may be something of a surprise.

Would it be the sky filled with ships of all shapes and sizes, all coming for their children... to show them their true homes?

Systems near the Dog star with proud nations of mighty Lycans?

Great councils of Wicca elsewhere?

Just imagine.

And look to the skies. You may feel something warm and shiny.

That would be hope.

Of all the worlds, Earth is a true gem. Everything is HERE. This is the Rosetta Stone to the stars.

Ascension is not far off.

Try not to freak out too much.

Cast off your chains and pursue the truth.

Love always

KORD

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Bellanova333
21:54 Sep 28 2011

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This is a proving ground true but me pulling instructor duty here? Our idea of training is kind of an exercise in masochism and not for everyone. I don't need to teach the Terrans to be bad asses... they got that one down cold. They know how to die well.

Weapons?

They're really good at killing shit... they have had ages to practice this. They invented geometry simply to calculate the catapult's effective range.

Wasn't instructor duty Lucifer and pals province?

To separate the gold from the dross? Is he moving on to other things? Taking a break?

I doubt it. He likes to work as much as I do and since he comes and goes as he sees fit, he is reinspired to come up with more insidious tests.

Bring it I say... we love a good puzzle.

I can teach people to pick out a lizard in a line up... or how to resist certain suggestions...

or how to focus vibration and intent into a narrow beam... you'll never need to zero a rifle again. .

Then there are the old weapons... yes I am VERY old school. Discipline with the sword is kind of a prerequisite for us all... that thing never runs out of ammo and proves quite useful when confronted by something that laughs at bullets.

My brother and I were the terror of the proving grounds back home feared almost as the dread Oyabun who was even older than we... however, despite our good cop/bad cop act, our graduation rate of Linewalkers was almost always 100%

We have seen some of our techniques in your movies.... there was one in a movie called the Challenge with Scott Glen where the inititate is buried up to the neck and left to elements for as long as they could stand it.

Navy SEALs using large logs and the resistance of water to build unbeatable teams... Ninja standing in ice cold waterfalls... fighting on poles, thrusting hands into heated vats of gravel and sand.... so many whispers on the winds as our fighting arts manifested here in you.

We have been masters among you.

So many of us all leaving behind these deadly secrets. The weapons you wield are nothing compared to that thing between your ears.

The WILL... the DESIRE to PERSEVERE....

To never stop and then push it past that.

Come closer so that you may know the fear of the Lord... we shall teach you how to BECOME it.

When you are at peace, balanced, deep waters beneath you... no sound but the timbers and water...

There in the grey the grinning madman smiles....

He knows something.

The only way to understand the mystery is to become part of it.

There are many harsh lessons along the way as power protects itself.

Again I ask, where is Vlad the Impaler when you need him? Where is the Buddha? The Christ?

The answers to all these questions are all very simple.

We are one tribe... and there is some of them in all of us. Do yourself a favor and become your own savior. For fuck's sake grow a set and be better than what you are today and do not ever be content in what you build.

Working on yourself is a service to the race... and all around you.

You wanna be a Linewalker Terran?

You are going to pay for it just like the rest of us.

Me a teacher here? You got to be kidding me. I have given all I had to the Terrans and I get lies in return. They steal from me... murder my dreams and leave me in the outer darkness for 20 years.

I miss my Navy... I miss the daughter I could not raise... I miss alot of things.

Of all the things I have lost... I believe it is my mind I miss the most.

Had to slip that one in there...

I imagine there is much to be shared... though I am looking across a field that the others are too chickenshit to cross.

Can I be trusted?

Put it this way.

I will never lie to you. Lies take a lot of energy to maintain and I am a very efficient creature. I find them wasteful.

I kept secrets in the Navy, have kept other secrets... this ship does not leak. I do not betray a trust for any reason... simply how I am wired.

Visit me in the dreamlands if you like.

As for me, I'm not hard to find.

Enough dancing around the fucking mullberry bush.

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MasterMel2
23:18 Sep 26 2011

I like this very much

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There is a saying among us... "Let's go and see if they want to shake hands..."

This is a double edged sword of course. Sometimes they do not want to shake hands.

We do maintain a respect in this. If you do not want to shake hands then that is your option. Respect and Decorum are hallmarks of the Third Order of Linewalkers.

We are war fighters true but we are specialized to solve problems, not create them. We build bridges more often than destroy them.

The First Order, our largest, are the hunter/killers which love their work. When there is a lot of disrespect, we drop the dime and they go to work. These slayers never wanted to be anything else. They like to think of themselves as Death Incarnate and over the aeons they have proved it time and time again.

They are a blur in the grey of twilight, leaving behind only dead, which tell no tales.

They were the beginning of us all as we came from a brutal place in the grip of opression. As we went, more specialized individuals went on to found other orders.

The First simply kills people. All kinds of people. When they are riled, even the angels step aside. Like the angels, they do nothing without approval of a higher power. We are not simply roving destroyers or assassins.

There is a method to our madness.

Everything we do is motivated out of love.

Yes...Love IS the Law.

Get ready to meet the enforcement arm of this law. We are friends to all friendlies. You raise your hand against us and we are apt to slap the shit out of you. You lie to us, we shall tattle on you and black angels shall follow you home and torment you to no end.

Hurt us and we shall inflict terrible injuries on you and your neighbors.

We are all in the same boat after all and simply seeking to make the place better, to return it to a state where you are not in fear all the time.

Of government, of meth addicts killing you for your silverware... you see horrible shit like meth invites demons in... and then all kinds of crazy shit happens. Remember, this is a man made drug... smoke a bowl and eat some cheetos.

Have some mushrooms and laugh yourselves silly.

Kind of a rule of thumb... if it's man made it will most likely ruin your shit. By the way... the fourth order specializes in extraplanar affairs and that means a lot of demon hunting.

Seperating a demon from someone is often a violent affair.

What gives us the right to come to your world and start fixing things?

We have been you countless times. We have taught you quite a bit to improve your lot here.

We have as much right to Earth as any of you.

We could own the place if we cared to but that is not what the Boss had in mind. We are to love you, help you, and occasionally boot you in the ass to get you going.

We are the nature of your obstacles... or at least we used to be. When we are done with you, you shall be better, faster, more compassionate... more honest.

You shall be worthy.

Then I can go the fuck home and sleep for ten damn years.

Hugs and cookies for you all.

KORD

Is it possible for people to simply 'get along'?

During the age of kings and the great burning the answer is no. As we cruise into Aquarius with the new world order threatening to bring it all into a pile of shit I wonder.

As they hoard up useful tech and talent for themselves while lording it above the rest of folks I wonder what is the point of it?

Do they not know that this way of oppression and murder and theft is a death trip?

That the true powers that be are watching quite closely, breathing down their necks.

sometimes yanking the wheel of their expensive cars at just the right moment to arrange a meeting between them and a very large truck...

The illuminati is infiltrated heavily into all aspects of this world for the most part but then again, so are we.

Their attempts at mind control are primitive at best, producing dubious results... well, they have managed to increase the number of schizophrenes out there... got to give them that.

They are wasteful, these bastards. They use and throw away. Typical white people... making deals with hostile powers in exchange for fleeting power... selling their souls for a few moments in the sun... for an orgy or two...

We never understood them.

Our kill ratio is much better than theirs.

They can kill one of us, but that one will leave a legacy that will effect millions. Then again, death for us is rather more of an irritation than anything.

JFK hated the secret societies. He went around em to get into office. He used the unions and that which controlled them. It is not a mystery who was responsible for his assassination but that's all water under the bridge... he created the SEAL teams and they are kicking ass and taking names to this day, making the world a better place one crazy operation after another.

Great men like this do not come along every day. Next time you get one, protect them as they are game changers and will help you help yourselves.

As for my illuminati pals, your time is running out. You have spent a long time building what you have built and we can spend a short time ripping it all apart. We too can utilize mind control and our ways are not needing a lot of gear...

you focused on gadjets and alien tech while totally ignoring the potential of that thing between your ears. You are the dumbest smart people I know.

This can all stop you know... the killings.

The interventions and breaking of your toys. The hostilities with your former allies...

It is in your best interest to stop fucking around and come to the negotiating table. Until then, we shall continue to wreck your shit. We shall steal from the hounds of Tindalos and leave the booty at your doors...

The unspeakable shall be allowed freedom for the express purpose of ruining your shit. You will be hard pressed to cover it up fast enough.

I'll send black angels for you.

I too must live here and you and yours are breaking my balls. So I imagine the motivations of the Line are selfish in a way. We are not concerned with replacing you or building an empire here to challenge you, just get you to stop being such assholes.

Your order may be old, but we are the ancients.

We have been doing this a lot longer.

So perhaps a tribute should be arranged... you are going to be fined.

Whether these fines are the lives of your children or something else is up to you. You have been given countless opportunities to do the right thing. It seems you need to do things the hard way.

Since you are appearing to be in alliance with the Discordic forces, we are currently in opposition to your monkey asses and it will get very bad for you. You lie to us... and we shall only step it up.

When your feverish energies are expended, we shall escort you further on, into the valley of Hell where we shall leave you for collection.

Like you did not know this shit wasn't coming.

Like we would not return.

Like we would allow you to run rabid forever.

This is no veiled threat.

We WILL tear you up until you stop what you are doing and make ammends... it has already begun. We too can dogsbody anyone.

Your pals of the Line

p.s. Thanks for the book though I already know how to compartmentalize time management.

Seems that the bullshit is higher than I thought it was. Going to have to bring in the heavy equipment to plow it all under.

Might shoot a few motherfuckers while I'm at it as well. Just look at me wrong while I'm in-country and I'm apt to do something nasty.

I am not the guy that hands out fishes and shit.

I'm the one that orders hits on the worst of the 1%.

Look around you... you may or may not notice that you are standing in mine fields that we have been sowing for ages.

Lying to me is not a good idea.

I tell you the truth and expect the same.

Anything less is actionable.

Puts you in the crosshairs so to speak.

Pulling the trigger is not my decision.

Shouldn't have lied to us in the first place.

We hate that.

We already got enough reasons to hate humanity as it is. Why add to it? Sooner or later it will be too much and then all Hell shall break loose.

Joke's on me?

That's fine. I got a good sense of humor. Doing what I do you have to be able to laugh or you will go completely insane.

Come closer and I shall show you fear in a handful of dust... or tell you a joke... depends on the amount of suck you have brought to the party.

A thing to remember about me and mine, we give what we get albeit a bit amplified. Hatred is awarded with annihilation, love with blessings and friendliness with love.

It was not my first choice to come here. I have been known to have a rather 'Archie Bunker' attitude towards the younger races and for ages I have regarded you are the 'meatheads'.

This has changed recently.

I got my head out of my ass so to speak.

Swallowed some bitter pride.

Got to remember just who the fuck I am working for here and none to gently.

Whatever jack-wagons... you can invoke the Watcher all you like, call the Fallen... the rules have all changed and you might be noticing a few differences on how things are running.

You are waking up. It is going to fucking hurt.

Good luck with that.

I didn't see you racing to help me when I was rising from my own ashes.

The clock is still ticking.

And the silence is speaking volumes to me.

Sandalphon is getting ready to shake the fence and soon your choice on what side you end up on will be taken from you.

I am of the truth.

One of many here.

For in God we trust, all others we track.

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Isis101
00:40 Sep 19 2011

Whoa...I don't want to piss you off...!

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You will be treasured here in my memory... that is all I have to say.

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FireSerpent
02:27 Sep 18 2011

lol

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yuppafubara
23:10 Sep 25 2011

he he joke's on me

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In military speak this means Identify Friend/Foe... tracking systems are all equipped with this kind of thing. So are warriors.

The sheep... not as much. If they feel something powerful show up their first reaction is fear.

I imagine that I may have put off a few folks as they can feel what is in me glaring at them, taking them apart, discerning intent as it does... my IFF is rather intrusive as I do not fuck around.

So to those who think I am bad news, consider this, if I deemed you an enemy, you would know it. Bad things would happen.

So try not to be put off by what I am... I simply cannot help some of the built in safeguards I have developed over the years.

They were a necessary evil as I am not without enemies here.

However, as the character of the age changes, so does the order of things. As the command for unity goes out, of course there is going to be resistance. Conflict... the same lines that Noah's people spouted before the flood took them.

"We have been doing it this way for ages, why should we change for you?"

Because the old way is a death trip, that's why.

It sucks.

Division and discord are feeding on you all.

How many losses are you going to take before you get with the program which has been foretold ages agone?

All peoples light and dark are needed to improve the place, wake people up and get moving towards a better future.

Those of you on the fence are going to be shaken off. Don't assume that when I ask you to believe I'm talking about God here. It is not always so simple.

Believing in yourself is pretty much the same thing.

Time is on my side... always has been.

I don't need to get all urgent and shit to make my point. You'll either get it or not. You have the tools and the talent.

Use them... they get sharper with each use.

Those older need to train the youngers in the old ways of respect. This is the first step... instilling respect and consequence.

The path to strength...

Walk it well.

Never in training. We know better... in war? All the time. Coming in through the servant's entrance is a tried and true tactic. The beggar is nigh invisible to the proud. The downtrodden are not even seen these days. They are never noticed until the shooting starts.

For ages we have been the silent and deadly things that alternate from light and dark, eternally grey. Dancing with our shadows and dancing with our demons, holding cook outs in the glorious sun with friends well met.

For both worlds are ours to puruse.

By our very nature, we are warchildren, longing for home.

So what can we do for you?

We are busy but there is always room for something new.

You see, there must be some kind of order introduced here and not the insanity where the 1% get to kill off a great deal of people.

You are outgrowing Earth and we knew this would happen.

Friends and worthy foes await you in the stars... many of you need to know.

Where you have come from.

Why your blood is boiling right now.... that is your soul being touched afire.

Sacred light is coming for us all but there is nothing to fear.

It is just growing pains.

Hang tight. Help is everywhere and they will find you.

So we have lost the peace and now war is our only recourse. We are off the fence and pissed off. Those of true heart have nothing to fear from us or our allies. This is not about good or evil but defense against insanity.

Since we are all over the place, you can join us or watch. The first is more fun as nobody does it better. Just a courtesy call.

We had absorbed and deflected hits... now it is our turn.

I can bitch can't I? Like everyone else?

My birthcry in the city of Angels was one of rage.

On the first day of Spring back in 1970 I was not happy to come here to this crazy place again, not after how I had been forced to leave it in 67 and what was waiting on the other end.

Why do I have to be this fucking monolith of faith all the fucking time?

Nature of character?

Walking around bleeding all over the place because I am stoic and unyielding and not negotiable. Bloody and beaten yet unbowed?

Broken hearted and in tatters.

Come vampires, have a taste of this blood before I bind all these stupid war wounds only to be injured again. Since the children of the sun cannot help me... can you?

I could be hunting... I could be doing a lot of things.

Me, like all those like me are being told to stand down, not pick any fights. To let it be.

To HEAL.

No one is offerering this flying dutchman harbor so why should I be nice?

I am a very dangerous thing in pain.

The seventh cries...

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Isis101
00:08 Sep 11 2011

One intense well-written entry here...

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Bellanova333
03:32 Sep 11 2011

*hugs you



I'm here for you

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