The Pope and UNICEF are preparing the world for a false Alien invasion or at the least an Alien landing of some sort.
You have to know that UNICEF has an agreement with an organization of the Vatican called Scholas Occurrentes” initiative.
This organization founded by Pope Francis is sponsoring UNICEF in an attempt to change the way children are educated.
This UNICEF alien video is not only evidence that there is a direct link between UNICEF and the Vatican but it suggests that behind the scenes the Vatican is part of the United Nations secretly initiative to prepare the human race to accept alien visitors with the ultimate goal to integrate these alien visitors into the human society, reports exopolitics.org.
The text in the description box below the video released on the Facebook page of UNICEF Chile is clear: “Knowing someone else is a great opportunity to live valuable experiences. Say yes to integration!”
INformation also compiled by Church of Mabus
A listener inspired by a short piece I posted called Blood Brothers From Different Places sent me this email about his experience with John Neihardt, the Poet Laureate in Perpetuity of the great state of Nebraska. He also wanted me to play a short interview Neihardt did at age 90 with Dick Cavette in 1973.
Here is the email and the short interview:
Here’s a link to a John Neihardt video — Neihardt wrote Black Elk Speaks and a history of the west in verse – Cycle Of The West, — he was the Poet Laurette of Nebraska and still is though gone now since 1973 — this Dick Cavette show inspired me to call Neihardt and go and see him and sell a spoken word album deal with him to UA records — I spent six months in prep and went to his farm in Missouri and we recorded two hours a day for 40 days —
This is he reciting the Death Of Crazy Horse from the Cycle, to Cavett – it’s in verse but it’s from all the descriptions he got from all his expereinces over all those years out there on the plains during the 33 years he was writing the Cycle. He was born in 1889.
John Neihardt’s web site is at http://neihardtcenter.org/
Life Together, as they say:
I was agitated tonight, fire in my eyes but I won’t tell you why.
But then I looked out my window, A horse grazing on green grass. I was thinking is this a hologram .
So, I looked out the window, it was real.This I promise really happened. A horse found his way to the only piece of green grass I could see. The dogs that live nearby started barking terribly. I gave them a snake hiss which shuts them up. I learned that from an old Indian, not from India.
I knew then I was in the right place with the animals again
Night falls in America. Nobody sleeps. It is one day to the next as if the days do not exist.
An endless journey into the hell of what our beautiful America has become. It is a journey to the deepest part of hell.
Not on my watch. It has to be the deepest journey into my soul.
I once imagined another life, someone not me, a person so different I might be able to live with him.
Usually I picked successful people, people who stood out from the crowd. I did it when I was young and still do it today.
But today I thought what if I picked someone not so successful like a slave or a Jew in the Polish Ghetto.
So let’s do it.
My feet are chained.They give me water and some bread so I can row along with the other men, some black men,some white, some brown, some yellow and they treat us like animals, worse. I have been rowing for 10 days and they let us sleep for two hours hunched over like the Hunchback from Notre Dame.
I’d rather die and hope I do for if there is a God he must be singing in the Heavens for somebody else.
So, I snapped out of it and said simply: Lucky to be me!
One dies, another comes. Souls leave, where do they go. No one can say for sure. But when the baby deer, baby baby comes, we know where they go: right to their mother’s breasts.
And life is a circle, a world wind circle. One day with your mother, the next out in the cold looking for a stranger to make you happy.
It’s not an easy life but a good life, no matter how rich or poor. I said once: damn the rich, damn them for they know not, not the beauty and the courage to be poor.
I used to take all of August off when I lived in Rome. The whole month to myself, far too much time for any human being to handle and way too much time to get in trouble and trouble I did.
Set out for Florence, heard it was rich with art, a cultured city far above what was going on in Rome.
Italians say Southern Italy, the moochers and so on, those without Industrial purpose, they start in Rome and it gets worse the farther south to Calabria you go. No respectable Milanese or Fiorintino would live beneath the southern boundary line unless they were there to buy up land and get rich on the poor.
No different than the States, just a bit more covered in good pasta and red wine.
I will make this short as the trouble I got in, not proud to blast it all over.
Brought my guitar and a tent, no money for hotels. Set up shop in a little area for tent goers during some art and music festival. I went to a lot of those back then from Sardenia to Capri but mostly for the wine, not the music or art.
So back to trouble.
I started playing my guitar and a few people gathered, one in particular. She sat for awhile and listened for awhile and then we talked. I looked into her eyes. I fell in love. Trouble right there. She was from Rome, nor far from me and we went out for three years.
It ended and the trouble was I knew it would that very same night.