The signs were obvious. A snow moon. Jupiter closer than ever. A halo around the moon. Weeks before people were talking about it. Disclosure. Sealing of documents. Supposed unsealing. Veils dropping. More lies.
Protests continued and the people were angrier than I had ever known. They were outraged by the film, American Sniper. Designed allegedly to tell about how awful war, it glorified a soldier. There is no glory in murder. Ever. There are no heroes. Only victims on both sides.
What appeared to be a global movement of people who had had enough of lies and war and more lies essentially were silent, except in print. It was the quetzalcoatl; the coming together of polar opposites. Gender, race, beauty. None of it mattered anymore. The media was hyping 'supposed' violence everywhere. The New York City Police Anti-Terror Unit even purchased machine guns.
They knew it was time. Time to go off the public grid. Time to become fully self-sufficient. No one could be trusted. The energy was palpable. Evening couldn't come fast enough. The children's clothes and necessaries were bundled in bags and stuffed anywhere in the car. Memorabilia of a suburban life and heartfelt family photographs. Their new home was well stocked. Three years of preparation ensured that. A lot would have to be left behind. The past and present were merging.
We saw them in droves in the evening sky. More apparent, hovering, colorful. There was no longer a reason to cloak. NASA astronauts were aging and finally telling their collective truths. They were here because of the chaos. The military and the police were disappearing people everywhere.
Like the von Trapp family, they had run out of time. Into the car and up the holler they went. It would be few years before, if ever, before they would resurface. The cave would hold them tight. Camouflage netting would hide the crops. Never again would they venture outside without their anti-thermal detecting clothing. The masses had called it in. They didn't speak up, disclose or protest.
Whatever life remained for this family would rest on outside help. They are coming!
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