One day, Chang-sha Ching-tsen (d. 868), one of the well-known Chinese Ch'an masters, wandered in the mountain. When he was back just at the gate of the temple, the head monk asked him:
-Where have you been, Sir?
Posted on Jun.25.2019 @ 07:15PM EDTbyBobwidget
Once having lived in a land of abundant resources and powerful technology I befriended a person with a dark secret of our world I discovered. My attempt to kill him failing me as his machines made him live. Punished not to death but to serve. My human brain removed to be placed in a synthetic gray alien body. Mind erased to be raised to discover new technology. Being only a 19 years old with no real knowledge yet I was a pilot. But as in every lifetime I remembered all past lives because I still had a physical human brain. This truth told to other grays that realized it too. So a plan. Tell humans the truth. Fleeing in secrecy we came to this world. But my ordeal with remembering all past lives had my nervous energy rampantly discharging. Effecting the craft till we crashed. Not shot down. Four of us died. I lived. Only to tell Hitler the truth. His men had found us. But telling him of mankind's original race in their dormant DNA he tried to make super soldiers with forced stress was a mistake. His science people were figuring out our tech. Because I knew very little a bullet to the brain because I was considered useless was the answer. France newspapers talked of strange craft in the sky over Germany. Then the war and America's capture of the alien tech creating area 51. Hitlers crude design of the stealth bomber brought to area 51. Starting the cold war of everyone wanting this technology. But life finds a way. Reawakening in the dead body of my killed former body I was befriended falsely by a man in the military. His entire purpose to learn what I knew. Again not knowing much a bullet to the brain was their answer. Plus putting all alien body's on ice to prevent reawakening. This fact I would chalk up to imagination only to find my ex killer in a huge city from the other side of the usa. Speaking of working there. Knowing him a year. Knowing he knew the Unix operating system. Making himself homeless out of quilt of working on the stealth bomber and putting a bullet in my brain. Fiquring out who I was before me a plan was made to have me arrested before I fiqured it out. So to protect himself against a revenge attempt. But years later I fiqured it totally out. There is not a haze of fog of not knowing. There is almost just total knowledge of this truth.