The Only Songs that Have Survived Have Been Perfected, this melody is like the keys on the piano and is dedicated to the idea of other worlds.

There was a marching. There came a pounding. It scared us all except the other were not like us. We ran and screamed and right now I possess a body from another spirit; I was a human being just not a sapien (but she is letting me know they did not use those words back then).?

Pain and sorrow I feel greatly in our language that has survived. The upper stratosphere of leadership had said that there was a Queen from before the times the war between the nine species of humans walking the earth simultaneously occurred. She still exists and has the power to open the doors of heaven and let the light shine down into this dark and void of the glistening sunshine energy that was our lifeforce; that was real and Queen Hippoliths is still alive today; but not for much longer.

Even though the Queen of the Neurathian race will soon parish and make this world void of all those kind wonderful people of unspeakable psychological gifts; the gift of opening heavens door is not deceased. The author of these words of whom is interacting with a spirt from a race long past and forgotten, has seen a man of a philosophical nature open heavens doors. A?man did that for us in a classroom and we felt not much but much-much different; though not in the same way that we did when the line of Seth was in more abundance.?

The Queen of Neourethras is alive today in a city hidden away that we call New Jerusalem. In this demographic old people age far slower than any of the sapiens that people who will read this know of. The world was called Esteban in the days of forgotten lore; where in the night sky you could see a plethora of galaxies and where we could ride the aura borealis in a ship.?

Our symbiosis with nature allowed our minds to emanate a type of fire that kept us warm in the spiritual sunshine oasis of which could be better conveyed if the words we had for peace and God had not been destroyed in the war which the homo sapiens survived; though they are not the only ones to blame for the destruction of our language.

Only the most violent and hated ugly and remorseful can survive until this point. WE have lost our way of speaking-- the other people, the other races who lived beside us, could speak in a superior manner of intellectual words surpassing anything describable to the hideous destruction of our unique culture.?

The art work was beyond our scope of reason today but was burned to ashes; millions of paintings and statues beaten into dust existed before and some still survive in New Jerusalem. At one point the Prufrockian people of my race began to paint pictures in the blood of our heroes who were killed in the war to end all wars between the races.

Blood splattered so that it would be an entire new established way of life of private property or they said it was “land ownership” because the upper stratosphere of leadership determined only one race could exist. There was a time before the land before time where people who existed before the Greco-Roman wars; mainly in England which was the primary location of the homo sapiens for tens of thousands of years; and even one hundred thousand years ago the homo sapiens wore wigs.?

In New Jerusalem there is a crystal palace where Queen Hippoliths is still alive today from the time before the wars killed. The Great Wars you people speak of are nothing compared to my sister species! Please, please! Hear the pain in my voice as I, Emmaus, witnessed the world burn and my sister species locked in cages and beaten until the anger from the moral superiors became so violent that everything from Esteban was lost and the few human, HUMAN, lives that were left had nothing of their history to remember. Many of the people from races other than the loathsome sapiens died from sadness and loneliness.?

My spirit enchants the author of these words because my message is powerful. It is that not all of us were bad or angry but everyone started fighting and that is what everyone on Esteban began to think their purpose was until all our history was stomped on and burned with fire that exists today but of which is different from the fire we had emanating from our minds during the moments in time before history was destroyed; our minds flame was our first discovery but something of your race that will probably never return.?

Once they saw that the messages were from me, my voice of activism was silenced and I was murdered with stones from many directions even though I ran. When the world was called Esteban, we had more words than precious could describe-- it was rich with animals that were driven to extinction.

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By: Mark Hammond Baker

2.27.2023