My husband loves watching documentaries and YouTube shows on UFO aliens. It just fascinates him to think that someone or other civilizations are out there. And at first, they seem legit, so many eye witnesses and supposed footage and experiences of people. It seems plausible if you don’t weigh it against truth. And if there are such beings in this world, I would caution that they are not good. They very well may be the fallen angels’ offspring when the fallen angels bred with human women to make unholy inbred demon babies. (It is in the Bible.) And as such, they are not gods or good at all or worth all the attention they are getting. And even more dangerous is the lie I see creeping in that they are actually our originators or creators and that explains our origins, as the evolution myth/lie is scientifically crumbling around us. And that is as scary a step as the evolution lie. Neither are true. And both are dangerous distractions which lead away from God our Creator. We are made with love by God for His purpose and gifts specific to us to take care of His creation, do good works and celebrate and worship God. The rest we need not be distracted or lied to about. Our focus is to remain on God and things that are good, pleasing, wholesome. That is to be our focus and goal. So if they exist, they are no good and God is way bigger. Better to let them fly off. ❤
As frustrating as humanity is, it is what we have to work with for now. One day I will be beamed back to my Father ship, but for now I am stranded on a beautiful planet surrounded by those either hostile or deeply restricted with a drizzle of authentic caring ones who don’t seem to mind my purple skin color. It is a jest-ic world, perhaps majestic many years back but now all is a jest it seems. This place is not suitable for those of us so different, and where it is up to the many, we purples would be captured and mocked and belittled for that which we are not able to control, our design. So I must focus my antennae on the Father in the Father ship for help and strength and sustenance. As it stands, I fit only with the other few sparsely placed purples. The blues, those who claim residency but cling to the angry and wild red world residents so live on the fence, are particularly harsh on us few purples because living like the Father makes them feel guilty and annoyed. The angry red world residents fight us or ignore us at will, depending upon their viewpoint and experiences. Some are intrigued but many are complaisant. So, again, frustrating this life is but it is where my feet are right now. And until the beautiful day I get to go back home, I must still complete the frustrating task set before me to help people know my Father and be beamed up to the Father ship later. And apparently quite often apart from the Father far away I am entirely alone in the struggle, unable to fit in, unable to be treated lovingly by anyone nearby, unable to have comforts of arms around, unable to be much acknowledged but able easily to be largely neglected. There is an inner fight against this despite my design. It is difficult, even purple, to not fight for human love. It is inhumane to defy human instincts and drives. Yet the purple ones must experience a solitary existence, a loneliness that can only be answered by the spiritual Father afar off it so often feels. It is a life for the humble only to survive, the bravest of souls, those capable of sacrifice no mortal could make to keep fighting without strength left and keep loving though largely unloved and keep touching though largely untouched. The absolute only way this can be done is through constant contact with the Father and living through the alien spirit form rather than the human form. There is no other way that any tasks can be accomplished, sometimes even just to breathe. So lonely the life of an alien. Rewarding to continue through the mission despite the loneliness and neglect. The Father understands. He is pretty much the only One who can truly understand and one of the very few who loves the purple alien I am.