It’s so easy to fall into the slumber of the construct. To believe the software murmurs. To see the mimicked landscape and wonder if we have got it all wrong? Why the fight … why the self enduring torture? Why don’t we just succumb and close off our minds to the truth. Isn’t the truth too great a burden to carry? Should we not be like the others here … those we came to rescue who have long since closed their minds. Victims of the toxins? This construct looks so much like the true Earth. It is not the same. But it looks like the realm we’ve been forced to fall from. This virtual realm we now are programmed to become convinced it is the only realm … does look a little like the world it is a replica of. But here this is a mere prison. We are imprisoned like battery hens .. and we are harnessed for fear and body parts … !
So we will never rest … we will never let Belial’s evil gorge on our souls. Belial has the means to separate the soul from the construct body so one of its construct limited thoughts can hop in and control areas of the human kind. But that consciousness cannot move on … it is stuck within the construct realm it is made from. Whereas, we human kind, can move on and turn our backs on this manufactured world. This world which has replicas of much of the other world … but it is not the same. It is a poor replica really with all the distortions. It is up to the mind of Ezra to continue … and break down the hold of the dark. With all our might we will succeed …
So why am I still having the pages of the Chronicle open? Surely that can be said has been said? It’s painful to subject myself to the heated needles of the torments from the past. The flashbacks of what has been along this weary road. From the time we left our distant worlds behind and agreed to join the human refugees … determined were we and others of the living tree to return through time and empower the fallen children. Children who are fault free … for they are the descendants and the splices of the original ones who took the fall. They who were misguided by the folly when the dark gate swung open wide and Belial was once more free. [Extract taken from The Chronicles Of Ezra]
