The Story of the Natural Telepaths© (author), Australia
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Chapter 1
In October 2004, a J Betts, a Sydney (Australia) Magistrate, signed a court order against a psychic of the Telepaths kind. A court order without just cause, part of what has been defined as the Alzheimer's Scam. For a mere $10,000 a person could purchase for themselves through a legal firm a court order called an AVO which named an Alzheimer's victim as "protected". No reasons given, no witnesses asked anything - the sum of $10,000 was all it took. The legal firms that made arrangements told the client what lies to tell and how to tell these so they seem convincing and persuasive. The person armed with this AVO then removes pictures of family from the wall, and a few months later drags the demented parent to lawyers to witness the person signing power of attorney and a new Last Will and Testament. A scam well documented in various pages. With the right charade, it was usually also possible to obtain a report from a hospital doctor stating that an Alzheimer's victim who barely knew who she was or where she was "nevertheless has testament capacity." A similar scam could be used to obtain female children as "sex slaves", the child locked into a "protected" sexual abuse situation. What made such scams possible of course was an army of mindless people called police.
In December 2004, a psychic community herein defined as Natural Telepaths deployed a military weapon unlike any other, hitting all Australian judges, police, judiciary of all kind, some lawyers, barristers, a few bankers and airforce pilots. The weapon was not a physical kill weapon, but did something much worse - it began the transference of the inner consciousness, the soul if you will, beyond the grave, into a phantom realm of life.
However, to understand all this in perspective, the story of the Natural Telepaths needs to be developed.
Theirs was also a world made of human thoughts, thoughts that at some time in history sparked a consciousness of its own, a life-form with its own mind and manyfold human intelligence, forming an entity of physics defined herein as a dimension. An energy field, one that does not recognise time and spatial distance as we know it, and in this majestic world of the mind the Telepaths often lived their special and mysterious life. They were people of strong soul and dedication. They hated those who "ate dust", the descendants of the Biblical Cain, cursed to think in terms of the ordinary. Their hate made them remove themselves from society, never revealing themselves or their mystery - until a time foretold by their own Holy Book known as the Third Testament.
Most of the history of their kind are images trapped inside their dimension.
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(Sense of time: about 1000 AD)
In a magnificent mental image of the night sky a boy and an old man stood looking at the stars. In the man's hand a large richly decorated book. These were telepathic images or settings, majestic, magnificent, the imagery often high quality cartoon-like.
"Grandpa," the boy turned to the old man, "it is written that each star differs in glory. Which is the brightest star to be born among us?"
The old man glanced behind and sat on the stone and flipped some pages. "Ah," he said as the boy sat down on a stone below this one, "a time to come. A messiah shall be born to us - the Holy Spirit. So it says in this our Holy Book. A book worth respecting. But as to when that will be, no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, only God shall know. In our myths and legends, the messiah or Son of Man as this is also known, he shall be our third male first-born. So rare are male first-borns among us."
"What will he do, grandpa?"
"Ah, it is written here that war shall break out in mid-heaven, and the armies of mid-heaven shall gather to resist and tempt and fight the beast and the dragon. The beast is the human law system, it shall become a religion, so deadly millions will perish. A man named Adolf Hitler shall be the inventor of that religion and it will spread under different names to all countries. Politicians will try to sell this religion as something noble and worth respecting. The dragon are all those in the army or police, ready to kill in the name of something as perverted as the religion of the beast. So our book explains."
"I am happy," the boy nodded, "that I am born in our generation not in that time."
"It is written the world will transform." The old man continued studying the large book. "That the true Sons and Daughters of God shall be reborn. This is a mystery. Our messiah, our Holy Spirit, shall be the son of "the God", not God. Very different is our theology and knowledge of the divine. So the true sons and daughters of God probably refers to the remnant of Jewish Holy Ways. It is all so complex."
"Aha." The boy nodded, no longer listening intently, and fixed his gaze on the night stars. "So that is our messiah?" The boy pointed to a large bright star from which a cross seemed to emanate.
"Ay. Like lightning is seen from the East to the West, so will be the coming of our salvation. So it is written." The old man explained, "at that time the Sun will be darkened and Moon will not give out its light. Is this literal? We don't think so. The Sun is symbolic of Jesus, and the Moon symbolic of Judaism in the spirit. Why will both be darkened? Possibly because our Holy Spirit shall shine like a light in the night sky and ever so bright."
"What does a Holy Spirit do?" The boy asked.
"Ah, that is not clear." The old man, he and the boy now standing and gazing at the night stars. "I suspect our Holy Spirit will shown and explain to the churches, of any religion even Buddhism, what exactly is the the work of the Holy Spirit among Mankind. Thus an example of some kind will be made. It is also written that in that time, our army shall deploy one of its most devastating weapons, a dimensional weapon, a weapon that does not kill the body but begins a torment of soul, in such a way that the soul begins to be transferred into a psychic pit, into a phantom realm. Not exactly the soul, more the complex life within the body."
"This is all ever so complicated." The boy considered. "Why does the Holy Spirit need to do this? Why does he not teach the world a better way to live?"
"Those who eat dust have the mentality of an animal-human. Their natural instinct is that of punishment and reward. They seek to dominate and conquer. They seek to control all. They don't care for truth of our Way of Life, or the truth of mystery in religion, such things. That is the reason the planet is plagued by wars, enslavement, prisons, poverty, injustice, brutality of all kinds."
The boy and his grandfather turned and walked along the path. The full Moon now bright behind them.
"So our Holy Spirit shall wage war against the enemies of God?" The boy asked.
"Ay, me thinks that is what it all equates too." The old man nodded. "How does someone who is holy wage war? Primitive human ways are not the ways of the spirit. Maybe, if my soul remains alive somehow, I will be witness to such a war between the archangel Michael, as is another name for our Holy One, and the dragon."
The boy turned his wide eyes to the old man.
"Our Holy One seems to have many names. All ever so confusing. But, as a man, he is not going to be holy in that way. It is the spirit in him that will be Holy, the spirit of the God of Gods, of Life itself." The old man clarified. "So he might fight a war like a mortal, or in the spirit, hard to reckon how it will begin."
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(Sense of time: 2005)
In an incredible virtual reality world of the mind, a school teacher walked with her students. The images cartoon-like but also ideal and "life-like". The children small, perhaps around ten, walked in pairs, a boy next to a pretty dressed girl, some children holding hands, but in fact most were teenagers in ordinary life. The telepathic dimension of life sometimes formed smaller and younger images of children, these reflected their level of understanding of a particular issue.
They were walking through a NAZI concentration camp. These were images of horror and true to life in that they were images found in their dimension of life.
"Why do we have these images?" The school teacher was flowing as she walked ahead of her class. "This is not clear. As far as is known, not one of our kind had been threatened with will and intent in those attrocious times. The NAZI regime were cowards with massive weapons. They were murderers of women and children and civilians. One possible reason we have such images, is because our own dimension decided to ensure those who were the NAZIs of the time, form a basis for our dimensional prisons. In other words, while none of us was threatened with will and intent, which would result in our defence forces automatically deploying, our dimension might have had such troubles of conscience it decided to begin forming the pits of death, true death, for those killers."
"Why?" A young girl lifted her hand and asked. "What have those who eat dust to do with us? Animals they are in the main, so I am told."
"Not sure." The teacher turned and smiled. "Perhaps in order to explore the torments of hell which our science and our dimensional weapons can establish using dimensional energy and the science of transference of consciousness. Or, possibly, our dimension had sensed then that within two decades, a male first-born would be born among us. According to our myths and legends which you are familiar with, that is the Holy Spirit, the son of "the God of Gods", of Life itself. Now, our philosophers had put forth this assertion. Possibly, even though such men were pure evil and not fit to be called even animal-humans, they are still humans in the sense of being people with arms, legs, brain, and so on. The fear was that the Holy Spirit would banish all such life to eternal damnation. Our dimension may have felt this was not fair, that those who eat dust can not be considered as evil knowingly, and decided to begin planting the seed which in time would become our dimensional prison."
"How can it not be fair and proper to banish such evil to hell?" A young boy lifted his hand and asked.
"Well, to me, personally, it would satisfy me," the teacher turned, smiled, and pointed to herself, "but such Wisdom that is required to truly judge the dead and the living, is not Wisdom a mortal can understand. Not even our kind, with our labyrinths of the deep, can presume we have such Wisdom."
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(Sense of time: 2003)
In a fine virtual world, a man and a woman greeted one another. Images close to ordinary life but ideal. Then a lift of awareness, an incredible concentration of thought power, and now the imagery became more surreal and made of small compact dots. Amid the imagery a figure similar to Darth Vader of Star Wars but more elegant and graceful, more refined, not evil but noble and majestic.
"I am the Lord your God".
These words in white formed across the chest of the figure. Other figures formed, each robed in a medieval outfit, men and women of elegance and courage.
"I sense, my Lord", a figure walked about, "a disturbance in Australia. Something to do with a last Will and Testament of your human mother. She has serious Alzheimers as I understand. You have a half brother who now wants all her bank account and property for himself. A lawyer I sense he is, and is receiving advice from many lawyers."
"An unfortunate soul." The Darth Vader figure flowed. "Troubled in the mind. No family, only friends are drug addicts or high class prostitutes. A psychopath by nature."
"Should we kill kim?" A woman asked.
"No." Darth replied. "Let him fulfill his destiny. Either he is blameless before me, or to prison he will go. This scam needs a name."
"The Alzheimers Scam?" Another figure paced about.
"How does this scam work?" A woman, an elegant woman, upon her long blond hair the crown of Andromeda, a low-level crown made of fine red jewels that reflected the faintest of lights, symbol of the Telepathic Queen, in this case one of Darth's three main wives.
"Well, your Majesty." Another noble stepped forward. "Very easy. Bribe a magistrate to sign a court order called an AVO. Corruption in Anglo-Saxon local courts in Australia is a common practise. It takes many forms. On the AVO the Alzheimer's victim is called protected. Once this is done, pictures of all the family are removed from the wall and pictures of oneself with an imaginary family are put in place. A person with Alzheimer's forgets their own siblings when not in their presence. Once done, a few months later the person is taken to a specialist legal firm and documents are signed by the Alzheimer's victim, documents including power of attorney and a new Last Will and Testament. It is a warped mind that accepts to cooperate with such a scam."
"The moment such is signed, your Majesty, against one of our kind," another Noble stepped forward, "our dimension will activate our defense system. We will only have a few months at most to control the deployment of dimensional missile strikes."
"And the target will be?" The woman with the crown and ever so elegantly dressed walked about, her hands clasped behind.
"That can not be predicted with 100% accuracy." The figure replied. "Most likely the Anglo-Saxon police force in Australia."
"Do we have a will, my husband?" The woman turned to the tall Darth Vader looking figure.
"Will."
The words formed in white on his chest.
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(Sense of time: 1990)
Imagery close to ordinary life but enchanting. A young man with two lovely women by his side. One with long black hair and in a cream dress. The other with longish blonde hait with a wave and a satin red dress. The two women, laughing, happy, each close to their husband, walked with the man into a large science complex. They rushed forward, the two young women pulling their man, then managing to down him on the floor and each sat by his side.
"You have two wives, my lord." One womans stroked the man's cheek. "Now and then, so myself and Lana decided, you have a right to a fantasy."
"Why not now?" The other woman smiled and imagined taking her top off revealing most exquisite breasts. "No one around."
The main door opened. Lana quickly imagined the top of her dress on again and the three now standing. On both young women the red Crown of Andromeda formed.
"My lords." An old wise man known as the Wizard came in with many students behind him. "It is beginning."
In this large top floor, the walls shaded glass and around the floor, the two women looked blankly at the Wizard.
"Our dimension is unsettled." The Wizard explained. "A sense of a force is taking shape."
"Speak plain, by my command." The woman with the long black hair spoke firmly.
"Well your Majesty." The Wizard paced aboud with hands clasped behind. "Ever since the barbarian ritual of the Ancient Roman gladiator slaughter, our people had a hope to once and for all remove from the world those who bear arms - soldiers and police in the main. We can not act unless one of our kind is threatened with will and intent. Such is our tradition. Such in accordance with our Holy Book. So, in our dimensional weapons, we programmed the destruction of all those who bear arms, and this in a way that society will not be too upheaved by our declaration of war."
"Wizard." Helen, the Queen with the blonde hair, walked to the old man and paced around him. "I admire your Wisdom. Your foresight. Your patient. But if you don't explain this simply, I shall have you tossed to the lions."
"As you wish, your Majesty." The Wizard gave a bow. "The sky is darkening. A storm is near. After the storm. The Sun will shine brighter than ever."
Helen walked to Lana, whispered. "Is he serious? Is this simple? Or is he teasing me?"
"That is his simple talk." Lana smiled.
Helen turned to the Wizard then motioned with her hand to two of his students. "You two, explain this in simple words."
"War is coming." One student replied after glancing at the Wizard who nodded. "Our war. Our time. Our dimension is sensing a force now active. This was will cause our dimensional weapons to fire. A dimensional space, a pit beyond the grave, shall be creared. An energy field around the globe that shall wipe out those who bear arms forever more."
"What makes you so certain?" Lana asked.
"Your Majesty." The student, a female student, gave a curtsy. "It is so written in the stars."
"Stars?" Helen smiled.
"She means in our Third Testament." The student with the young woman, a male student, replied.
In October 2004, a J Betts, a Sydney (Australia) Magistrate, signed a court order against a psychic of the Telepaths kind. A court order without just cause, part of what has been defined as the Alzheimer's Scam. For a mere $10,000 a person could purchase for themselves through a legal firm a court order called an AVO which named an Alzheimer's victim as "protected". No reasons given, no witnesses asked anything - the sum of $10,000 was all it took. The legal firms that made arrangements told the client what lies to tell and how to tell these so they seem convincing and persuasive. The person armed with this AVO then removes pictures of family from the wall, and a few months later drags the demented parent to lawyers to witness the person signing power of attorney and a new Last Will and Testament. A scam well documented in various pages. With the right charade, it was usually also possible to obtain a report from a hospital doctor stating that an Alzheimer's victim who barely knew who she was or where she was "nevertheless has testament capacity." A similar scam could be used to obtain female children as "sex slaves", the child locked into a "protected" sexual abuse situation. What made such scams possible of course was an army of mindless people called police.
In December 2004, a psychic community herein defined as Natural Telepaths deployed a military weapon unlike any other, hitting all Australian judges, police, judiciary of all kind, some lawyers, barristers, a few bankers and airforce pilots. The weapon was not a physical kill weapon, but did something much worse - it began the transference of the inner consciousness, the soul if you will, beyond the grave, into a phantom realm of life.
However, to understand all this in perspective, the story of the Natural Telepaths needs to be developed.
Theirs was also a world made of human thoughts, thoughts that at some time in history sparked a consciousness of its own, a life-form with its own mind and manyfold human intelligence, forming an entity of physics defined herein as a dimension. An energy field, one that does not recognise time and spatial distance as we know it, and in this majestic world of the mind the Telepaths often lived their special and mysterious life. They were people of strong soul and dedication. They hated those who "ate dust", the descendants of the Biblical Cain, cursed to think in terms of the ordinary. Their hate made them remove themselves from society, never revealing themselves or their mystery - until a time foretold by their own Holy Book known as the Third Testament.
Most of the history of their kind are images trapped inside their dimension.
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(Sense of time: about 1000 AD)
In a magnificent mental image of the night sky a boy and an old man stood looking at the stars. In the man's hand a large richly decorated book. These were telepathic images or settings, majestic, magnificent, the imagery often high quality cartoon-like.
"Grandpa," the boy turned to the old man, "it is written that each star differs in glory. Which is the brightest star to be born among us?"
The old man glanced behind and sat on the stone and flipped some pages. "Ah," he said as the boy sat down on a stone below this one, "a time to come. A messiah shall be born to us - the Holy Spirit. So it says in this our Holy Book. A book worth respecting. But as to when that will be, no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, only God shall know. In our myths and legends, the messiah or Son of Man as this is also known, he shall be our third male first-born. So rare are male first-borns among us."
"What will he do, grandpa?"
"Ah, it is written here that war shall break out in mid-heaven, and the armies of mid-heaven shall gather to resist and tempt and fight the beast and the dragon. The beast is the human law system, it shall become a religion, so deadly millions will perish. A man named Adolf Hitler shall be the inventor of that religion and it will spread under different names to all countries. Politicians will try to sell this religion as something noble and worth respecting. The dragon are all those in the army or police, ready to kill in the name of something as perverted as the religion of the beast. So our book explains."
"I am happy," the boy nodded, "that I am born in our generation not in that time."
"It is written the world will transform." The old man continued studying the large book. "That the true Sons and Daughters of God shall be reborn. This is a mystery. Our messiah, our Holy Spirit, shall be the son of "the God", not God. Very different is our theology and knowledge of the divine. So the true sons and daughters of God probably refers to the remnant of Jewish Holy Ways. It is all so complex."
"Aha." The boy nodded, no longer listening intently, and fixed his gaze on the night stars. "So that is our messiah?" The boy pointed to a large bright star from which a cross seemed to emanate.
"Ay. Like lightning is seen from the East to the West, so will be the coming of our salvation. So it is written." The old man explained, "at that time the Sun will be darkened and Moon will not give out its light. Is this literal? We don't think so. The Sun is symbolic of Jesus, and the Moon symbolic of Judaism in the spirit. Why will both be darkened? Possibly because our Holy Spirit shall shine like a light in the night sky and ever so bright."
"What does a Holy Spirit do?" The boy asked.
"Ah, that is not clear." The old man, he and the boy now standing and gazing at the night stars. "I suspect our Holy Spirit will shown and explain to the churches, of any religion even Buddhism, what exactly is the the work of the Holy Spirit among Mankind. Thus an example of some kind will be made. It is also written that in that time, our army shall deploy one of its most devastating weapons, a dimensional weapon, a weapon that does not kill the body but begins a torment of soul, in such a way that the soul begins to be transferred into a psychic pit, into a phantom realm. Not exactly the soul, more the complex life within the body."
"This is all ever so complicated." The boy considered. "Why does the Holy Spirit need to do this? Why does he not teach the world a better way to live?"
"Those who eat dust have the mentality of an animal-human. Their natural instinct is that of punishment and reward. They seek to dominate and conquer. They seek to control all. They don't care for truth of our Way of Life, or the truth of mystery in religion, such things. That is the reason the planet is plagued by wars, enslavement, prisons, poverty, injustice, brutality of all kinds."
The boy and his grandfather turned and walked along the path. The full Moon now bright behind them.
"So our Holy Spirit shall wage war against the enemies of God?" The boy asked.
"Ay, me thinks that is what it all equates too." The old man nodded. "How does someone who is holy wage war? Primitive human ways are not the ways of the spirit. Maybe, if my soul remains alive somehow, I will be witness to such a war between the archangel Michael, as is another name for our Holy One, and the dragon."
The boy turned his wide eyes to the old man.
"Our Holy One seems to have many names. All ever so confusing. But, as a man, he is not going to be holy in that way. It is the spirit in him that will be Holy, the spirit of the God of Gods, of Life itself." The old man clarified. "So he might fight a war like a mortal, or in the spirit, hard to reckon how it will begin."
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(Sense of time: 2005)
In an incredible virtual reality world of the mind, a school teacher walked with her students. The images cartoon-like but also ideal and "life-like". The children small, perhaps around ten, walked in pairs, a boy next to a pretty dressed girl, some children holding hands, but in fact most were teenagers in ordinary life. The telepathic dimension of life sometimes formed smaller and younger images of children, these reflected their level of understanding of a particular issue.
They were walking through a NAZI concentration camp. These were images of horror and true to life in that they were images found in their dimension of life.
"Why do we have these images?" The school teacher was flowing as she walked ahead of her class. "This is not clear. As far as is known, not one of our kind had been threatened with will and intent in those attrocious times. The NAZI regime were cowards with massive weapons. They were murderers of women and children and civilians. One possible reason we have such images, is because our own dimension decided to ensure those who were the NAZIs of the time, form a basis for our dimensional prisons. In other words, while none of us was threatened with will and intent, which would result in our defence forces automatically deploying, our dimension might have had such troubles of conscience it decided to begin forming the pits of death, true death, for those killers."
"Why?" A young girl lifted her hand and asked. "What have those who eat dust to do with us? Animals they are in the main, so I am told."
"Not sure." The teacher turned and smiled. "Perhaps in order to explore the torments of hell which our science and our dimensional weapons can establish using dimensional energy and the science of transference of consciousness. Or, possibly, our dimension had sensed then that within two decades, a male first-born would be born among us. According to our myths and legends which you are familiar with, that is the Holy Spirit, the son of "the God of Gods", of Life itself. Now, our philosophers had put forth this assertion. Possibly, even though such men were pure evil and not fit to be called even animal-humans, they are still humans in the sense of being people with arms, legs, brain, and so on. The fear was that the Holy Spirit would banish all such life to eternal damnation. Our dimension may have felt this was not fair, that those who eat dust can not be considered as evil knowingly, and decided to begin planting the seed which in time would become our dimensional prison."
"How can it not be fair and proper to banish such evil to hell?" A young boy lifted his hand and asked.
"Well, to me, personally, it would satisfy me," the teacher turned, smiled, and pointed to herself, "but such Wisdom that is required to truly judge the dead and the living, is not Wisdom a mortal can understand. Not even our kind, with our labyrinths of the deep, can presume we have such Wisdom."
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(Sense of time: 2003)
In a fine virtual world, a man and a woman greeted one another. Images close to ordinary life but ideal. Then a lift of awareness, an incredible concentration of thought power, and now the imagery became more surreal and made of small compact dots. Amid the imagery a figure similar to Darth Vader of Star Wars but more elegant and graceful, more refined, not evil but noble and majestic.
"I am the Lord your God".
These words in white formed across the chest of the figure. Other figures formed, each robed in a medieval outfit, men and women of elegance and courage.
"I sense, my Lord", a figure walked about, "a disturbance in Australia. Something to do with a last Will and Testament of your human mother. She has serious Alzheimers as I understand. You have a half brother who now wants all her bank account and property for himself. A lawyer I sense he is, and is receiving advice from many lawyers."
"An unfortunate soul." The Darth Vader figure flowed. "Troubled in the mind. No family, only friends are drug addicts or high class prostitutes. A psychopath by nature."
"Should we kill kim?" A woman asked.
"No." Darth replied. "Let him fulfill his destiny. Either he is blameless before me, or to prison he will go. This scam needs a name."
"The Alzheimers Scam?" Another figure paced about.
"How does this scam work?" A woman, an elegant woman, upon her long blond hair the crown of Andromeda, a low-level crown made of fine red jewels that reflected the faintest of lights, symbol of the Telepathic Queen, in this case one of Darth's three main wives.
"Well, your Majesty." Another noble stepped forward. "Very easy. Bribe a magistrate to sign a court order called an AVO. Corruption in Anglo-Saxon local courts in Australia is a common practise. It takes many forms. On the AVO the Alzheimer's victim is called protected. Once this is done, pictures of all the family are removed from the wall and pictures of oneself with an imaginary family are put in place. A person with Alzheimer's forgets their own siblings when not in their presence. Once done, a few months later the person is taken to a specialist legal firm and documents are signed by the Alzheimer's victim, documents including power of attorney and a new Last Will and Testament. It is a warped mind that accepts to cooperate with such a scam."
"The moment such is signed, your Majesty, against one of our kind," another Noble stepped forward, "our dimension will activate our defense system. We will only have a few months at most to control the deployment of dimensional missile strikes."
"And the target will be?" The woman with the crown and ever so elegantly dressed walked about, her hands clasped behind.
"That can not be predicted with 100% accuracy." The figure replied. "Most likely the Anglo-Saxon police force in Australia."
"Do we have a will, my husband?" The woman turned to the tall Darth Vader looking figure.
"Will."
The words formed in white on his chest.
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(Sense of time: 1990)
Imagery close to ordinary life but enchanting. A young man with two lovely women by his side. One with long black hair and in a cream dress. The other with longish blonde hait with a wave and a satin red dress. The two women, laughing, happy, each close to their husband, walked with the man into a large science complex. They rushed forward, the two young women pulling their man, then managing to down him on the floor and each sat by his side.
"You have two wives, my lord." One womans stroked the man's cheek. "Now and then, so myself and Lana decided, you have a right to a fantasy."
"Why not now?" The other woman smiled and imagined taking her top off revealing most exquisite breasts. "No one around."
The main door opened. Lana quickly imagined the top of her dress on again and the three now standing. On both young women the red Crown of Andromeda formed.
"My lords." An old wise man known as the Wizard came in with many students behind him. "It is beginning."
In this large top floor, the walls shaded glass and around the floor, the two women looked blankly at the Wizard.
"Our dimension is unsettled." The Wizard explained. "A sense of a force is taking shape."
"Speak plain, by my command." The woman with the long black hair spoke firmly.
"Well your Majesty." The Wizard paced aboud with hands clasped behind. "Ever since the barbarian ritual of the Ancient Roman gladiator slaughter, our people had a hope to once and for all remove from the world those who bear arms - soldiers and police in the main. We can not act unless one of our kind is threatened with will and intent. Such is our tradition. Such in accordance with our Holy Book. So, in our dimensional weapons, we programmed the destruction of all those who bear arms, and this in a way that society will not be too upheaved by our declaration of war."
"Wizard." Helen, the Queen with the blonde hair, walked to the old man and paced around him. "I admire your Wisdom. Your foresight. Your patient. But if you don't explain this simply, I shall have you tossed to the lions."
"As you wish, your Majesty." The Wizard gave a bow. "The sky is darkening. A storm is near. After the storm. The Sun will shine brighter than ever."
Helen walked to Lana, whispered. "Is he serious? Is this simple? Or is he teasing me?"
"That is his simple talk." Lana smiled.
Helen turned to the Wizard then motioned with her hand to two of his students. "You two, explain this in simple words."
"War is coming." One student replied after glancing at the Wizard who nodded. "Our war. Our time. Our dimension is sensing a force now active. This was will cause our dimensional weapons to fire. A dimensional space, a pit beyond the grave, shall be creared. An energy field around the globe that shall wipe out those who bear arms forever more."
"What makes you so certain?" Lana asked.
"Your Majesty." The student, a female student, gave a curtsy. "It is so written in the stars."
"Stars?" Helen smiled.
"She means in our Third Testament." The student with the young woman, a male student, replied.