At the beginning the contact was incredibly rewarding. Eventually and progressively it felt like I was suffering from some kind of mental illness, blockage or frustration, that might be because of the large scope of information I tried to comprehend and it seems painfully obvious looking back. A period of rest was most certainly needed.
About five years have passed now. The words I read still echo in the passing days.

A short summary of things that transpired up until now.
Aleph told to seek Qanon and to put faith in the movement. Well to put it mildly the movement has somewhat diminished now, it has became plain to see that a public dramatic upheaval is not how it is going to turn out, though the potential is still there, the theater has moved to a different kind of play. The responsibility has fell once again upon our own hands, the people, better not lose it this time.
Covid! A moment of silence for all those lost souls. This has essentially divided humanity into a schism - you either knew it coming from miles away or fallen for the trap. This plandemic has really shown to light how wicked the healthcare system is for those who still have the capacity to think. It also had an extreme polarizing effect - to say the least it has become really easy to see who is paying attention and who is just playing puppets. The situation is not a joke though - the vax is seriously vile, limiting exposure to zombie infested places and avoiding to get bitten is of utmost importance, it also supposedly has a more insidious side effect - the mass mind-control of the hordes and the ticking time bomb of DNA/body failuire.
I won't even begin to discuss the situation in a certain land of black soil where brothers wage war unfurled...
And now the US elections are coming closer again.

How is it all going to turn out? What grand plan is unfolding? A mere civilian perspective is insufficient... and regretfully miserable.
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Uplifting albeit deprecating, sorrowful yet worthwhile, fulfilling and magnificent - fleeting and meaningless. A painful struggle. Of perpetually clouding skies and missing, forthcoming dreams. An empty heartfelt story. A rip, a tear, a wrath of own undoing, of strives lost pointlessly. Ecstatic torment sounding into eternity, a glorious descent into futility. A funny joke. A dangerous dance in vertigo. A journey into deep darkness. Insurmountable mourn of things that are not, grief of things that become hopelessly lost. A resistance to the inevitable. A blind turmoil with your own self. Misery. The fight with no end. The wings that block your view. The stillness in the pond of tears. When you are crying even in the bleak forgiveness - you cannot disappear. The lifelong insights, all pointlessly floating. The mysteries lulling into numbness. The sacrifice, not worth it. A day rest following a night lost. A shallow dip in moving waters. The broken sadness uprighting. Innmost heart, leading nowhere. Feelings that are all here, mine and overflowing.
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Some kind of conclusion is inevitable. Will you rise up to the challenge?
I leave you for now and await for the stars to align once more.

Some important voices have come into play, revealing the curtains of how the system on Earth is rigged. A few of them being:
Swaruu and the Taygetan team @Swaruu.org
Corey Goode @SphereBeingAlliance
Serpentza and laowhy86 @ADVChina

Some old sources that might still prove interesting if resurfaced:
Billy Meier
Barbara Marciniak