This is a continuation of the previous page, which would provide the required context if someone wanted to understand what I am about to say.
The post was called 'Holy War', but it seems to have disappeared. You might want to check for it in Compost Bin. Month of May, 2015.
Now I have been on Sabbatical for some years now, waiting for that fig tree to ripen so that the time would finally come when I could pick figs. No one wants to pick an unripened fig. It's not done that way.
I have a friend in high places. Christ is my friend. Sometimes he shows up to assign me a task, like he did about a month ago. Sometimes he just shows up to chat. Take last night as one example. I was out around midnight, talking to that Christ, and I said 'if they were going to splurge in an uncharacteristic display of generosity and blow two trillions dollars on some place like Iraq, it would nice to have something to show for it.' And right at that moment one of these bright luminous craft suddenly appeared and then it became intensely bright for a few seconds and then disappeared. That was Christ again. That's how we talk. We weren't conducting business, we were just chatting that time, and he was saying, 'oh yes, indeed, I agree.'
Given the fact that I am now back on the job, and I will be getting real busy you can expect the skies over my city to get busy once again, as is always the case when I get busy. Then I might once again see people standing out on the street, looking up and watching, while asking themselves 'what is it?' I remember this one time when there was this little girl just one block down from where I lived who somehow managed to drag her mother outside to watch the starry evening skies. As I walked by I could hear her mother becoming disgusted and just wanting to go back inside and the little girl was begging her mother, saying, 'no mommy, no mommy, stay mommy, wait mommy.'
So what I am saying here is that this is no big secret, and if is some kind of big secret in Washington this would cause me to doubt the competency of your spies. After all, how hard could it be. Here is what you do. You send some spy up here. Hell even on would do. And then you film the skies. This job could be very boring, punctuated briefly by short moments of activity. By setting up cameras you can make sure your spy doesn't miss anything just because he was bored and went to grab a sandwich at just the wrong time. Now you won't know what we are talking about, but you will be able to confirm that we are talking, and that Christ had something to say. If its anything you need to know you can then check the internet later and I will fill you in on the details.
How hard could this be? The same rule would apply to just about anyone else from anywhere else. Let's there was some group from civil society in the United States that was concerned and was wondering whether or not Washington was actually leading the nation into ruin by having a confrontation with a vastly superior superpower, this would be a good time to send someone up to find out. Like I said you might now know what we were talking about that time, but if it's any business of yours and something you really need to know about it you'll find out soon enough because I'll let you know.