MY PERSONAL CARD (2)

He shuffled the cards slowly. It was the best way to activate them. He had made the first cards himself, a long time ago. He had been the only one of his family, who was interested in the way they were literally build. Like an Indonesian kris, layer was hammered into layer, over and over again. Because of alignments and cyclical phenomena some seansons, some days and some moments were the best to program an individual card or the pack as a whole.

The old Masters and Templepriestesses who were responsable for his education and training, were happy with his interests. They gave him old books and manuscripts describing the ancient techology and its applications. There he learned about cycles which lasted 29 years, like the Jews, which celebrated the allignment of the planets, the sun and the stars at the moment of creation, other, mostly Hindu-ones lasted for billions of years. He worked on them for years, until the deck was part of his life and his future.

He took one of the cards and layed it top down in front of him. He looked at his first personal weapon. The card was green. On it was imprinted two red cormorans, carrying a golden shield. On the shield the eye of Horus, the all-seeing one.

People in the palace didn't like this. They said it was ridiculing other

weapons, which used eagles or lions. The all-seeing-eye, which stemmed from Atlantis, was called over-pretentious.

He turned the card and the image of a giant spaceship appeared.

When he touched the card, a zoomlense brought this construct closer. It was big, bigger than the people on earth could imagine. The last thing was not easy, because the spacecraft was cloaked and hidden for human beings to see. Hidden in plain sight. Usually, the earthlings called it Moon.

His card had found a safe way-in. You know that everything is connected and on this electronical level everything is accessible.

His card started to produce data. The number of entities aboard, the informationflows which continiously monitored the human and natural interaction on the development towards an Armageddon.

But the people on Earth were not interested in this, even though the signs were obvious. Sports, music and festivals kept them entertained and when they were hungry or in a warzone, they had other things on their mind, other things then the moon or other celestial phenomena. They had no idea that the Moon was in fact the command-centre of the harvesting and redeveloping program of planet Earth. This proces had to be stopped and he sincerely felt, that he was the only one would could do that.