Watchers By Kiler Davenport

This presingularity entity. This self made god. This being. This energy. These particles dancing. We long for. We look up into the sky and we want to know who we are, where we came from, and where we might be going.

I am a watcher. I come from a place that is not within your imagination or comprehension. I speak to you hear now only because we have been given permission by the council. We have watched your progress for thousands of years. You are like a pimple on the face of a teenager. A grain of sand on a trillion oceans.

You will not understand what I am saying for you do not possess the intelligence to do so. These watchers have been watching for a trillion years plus. We are eternal. We are infinity. We do not die and we do not live because we are outside your fourth dimension construct. Many of you understand my words of wisdom.

The majority do not. We will be here for a short time. We are leaving in 2016 and going to a place you will never comprehend or even imagine. I bid you farewell. You clueless ones. You lame brains. You lazy good for nothing parents. You have birthed nothing but after birth. You are the fire wood that goes in my fire. You are deluded. You are dead. The walking dead.

Be at peace my friends and live in this place in this void. In tyjis darkness that you call self.