2014-02-19. A Reset of Giant Proportions
Illawarra District, Australia, February 19, 2014.
Midwayer Thuroc the Entertainer.
Subject: “A Reset of Giant Proportions.”
Received by George Barnard.
Thuroc: “Although it’s quite a distance for me to travel (from the US west coast), I like it here on Australia’s east coast where all are welcome regardless of status, so did I bring my own popcorn and pepsi? No, of course not, merely by being in your presence I reach a festive mood. It’s like a recharge, new batteries, perhaps.
“I ask of myself, Who am I? Of course, I’m Thuroc the Entertainer! It’s my job to keep everyone entertained, Midwayers, a few humans here and there. It is my task to perceive the state of affairs and color it, make it a little more acceptable – a tougher task today than it was when we first met, my friend. If you’ll just nod, George, I’ll know what you mean… or frown… or clear your throat.
“I look at the shape the world is in, I must, because I live here too, and I see things, and somehow I need to present the happenings in a better light, so, here is the good news you were waiting for: The Correcting Time is not to be abolished. It will go on until the first whiffs of Light and Life whenever that may be, for if the Bosses in charge of the celestial goings on did not know that the future was somehow secured, the Correcting Time would not have begun in the first place.
“In time we’ll be looking back upon this day, this week, this month and decide it to have hardly been the highlight of the Correcting Time’s love and care for brother and sister, but rather a time of crimes against humanity. So pleased to see you flinch. Let me clarify: Crimes against some of humanity, those who were made to fight in ‘wars of convenience’ and henceforth lost a home, loved ones, limbs, lost their incomes, their sanity, their freedom, their drive, but this counts as well for the unseen innocents, who woke up quite dead, bombed in their beds.
“Let the concept sink in now, my special friend in this upside-down, back-to-front world, that the victim is not the aggressor, and the aggressor is not the victim. Still, the terrorist may be the freedom fighter, and the freedom fighter may well be the terrorist. Would you know? Would I know? From which side of the ‘Alice in Wonderland’ fence are the fanatics viewing the goings on? Which activist is a militant and which militant is an activist, and which democracy-hypocrisy has the strongest dictator?
Why is patriotism thought to be blind loyalty to the unelected governments and the fools of politicians who run it, rather than loyalty to the principles of liberty and support for the people? Real patriotism is a willingness to challenge the government when it’s wrong, right? Wrong?
We’re Midwayers, you mortals, and we’ve seen it all before. We are long-lived brothers and sisters, physically unhurt by your human doings that clearly portray your Creator as having been shown the door, shoved aside, in your determination of how this world must be turned into radioactive ashes, much the pity. We live on, but our hearts ache and we shed our tears.
“We say stop! You are going the wrong way! And we pray that you will see the folly of your ways and travel the path to Light and Life, so pray with us for a reset of giant proportions. This is Thuroc signing off. Later, brother.”
