The Holy Relics Of Roswell
As of yesterday, Ufology was on the verge of canonizing a new saint, Bernerd Ray. The blessed Ray had descended from a holy mount, not holding two tablets, but possessing two photos. This precious gift would change the destiny of humanity...turn the cosmos on its eternal axis. The truth was to be shown to the faithful.

Roaming a desolate desert, a prophet was calling out to the UFO faithful, "Rejoice...Rejoice...for the alien photos have arrived from on high Do not ask questions of me for I am not worthy to reveal the truth...for I am a mere messenger."

So a path of self righteousness was set forth. A path that leads to Mexico City. And along this path towards salvation, the Roswell multitude had gathered...those who were blind and wish to see, to glimpse, to touch, to receive cure.

And it came to past that the blessed Ray had other photos in his gloried possession. The blessed Ray was seen to be in the presence of the great Dwight Eisenhower. Surely this bode well for the blessed Ray. The great Eisenhower was a man of means, wisdom, knowledge capable and willing to reveal great secrets. Both Eisenhower and Ray had been blessed and spiritually linked for both played the game of golf...surely good things would come from this union.

"Rejoice...Rejoice...for the alien photos have arrived from on high! Do not ask questions of me for I am not worthy to reveal the truth."

Wise men dropped to their knees for they were amazed. "Surely if the blessed Ray was in the inner court of the great Eisenhower and the blessed Ray was an esteem geologist then knowledge would be passed of the mythical land of Aztec." These wise men then set forth to the desolate lands of New Mexico.

Yet woefully these wise men were deceived. The curse of Roswell had lured them to their potential doom. The photos were a mirage...a false idol. The blessed Ray was not counted among the court of Eisenhower. The wise men were left to tear at their garments in utter despair.

In a distant land, a caravan slowly proceeds along the path of self righteousness that leads to Mexico City. The throngs of the faithful, the multitude, pay homage to the holy relics. They rejoice, they cry, for salvation is to come. Yet in the distance, the wise men cry.

"Rejoice...Rejoice...for the alien photos have arrived from on high! Do not ask questions of me for I am not worthy to reveal the truth."

Reference: truth-just-ahead.blogspot.com

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