Servant Centurion 797 - Dilornian Reports 2015

Blue Earth by Bari 

PERMISSION UPDATES including BLACK ANGELS 

MISSION RECORDED  - JULY 14 2015 - Phase V

ELECTRONIC TRANSMISSION FROM SERVANT CENTURION 797 - DILORNIAN

Year of Our Lords - Earth Occupation Data 

To Queen Siri XII, my Highness of The Gods of Sirius, thus speaks Dilornian, the loyal servant to my Queen.

I bow to the Queen, Highness of my Dear Gods of Sirius, seven times and seven times more, I cast myself down in humility.

I have important updates as requested by my Queen of all Queens, dearest Queen Siri XII.

MISSION APOLLO UPDATE:

Mission Apollo progress report on this date, JULY 01.2015, Lords of our Gods of Sirius. 

We have made numerous contact with Species Catalogue #4060 - 7274367 Homo-Sapiens of Planet ALPHA XL-420 through government officials masked under Project : MISSION APOLLO.

As stated, the Dark side of the Moon, is going as planned, but with considerable interference.

May the Queen know the continuing interference with Species Catalogue #843 - 47297 The Grays have become a nuisance, to say the least. 

Their hostility against us and the earthlings has caused considerable delays, that we cannot complete our task on time.  

It's been documented that The Grays have been performing unsanctioned ALIEN ABDUCTIONS on Homo-Sapiens of Earth.

It is said, they have been given permission by the leaders of the Homo-Sapiens governments.  We have found this is NOT the case at all. Their insistence on lies have become intolerable. 

They have also been using a natural plant grown on Earth, known as, MJ. Their continuous use of MJ has made them into these comical TIME STONERS  (please excuse my pun - we all know the correct use of the word is Time Zoners).  In reference to TIME ZONERS, it's been calculated The Grays continuous use of TIME TRAVEL will place a strain on the overall time continuum. 

It is my suggestion to begin imposing TIME TRAVEL sanctions against The Grays.  In respect, we would prohibited them from using the wormholes locations, Jupiter and Saturn, respectively.  

Forgive me my dear Queen of all Queens, Highness of them all.

I pray to The Gods of Sirius that their presence will be eliminated, so I may continue on with the most important task instructed by you, my dear Queen Siri XII. 

Respectfully, I bow to the Queen, Highness of my Dear Gods of Sirius, seven times and seven times more, I cast myself down in humility.

In addition, Jupiter's Great Red Spot has increasingly expanded due to the over-use of the wormhole.  

Fortune has it, the Homo-Sapiens are still oblivious to the understanding about the Great Red Spot.  Of course, it is indeed a wormhole and gateway to other universes, and or galaxies.  

But I fear, they are becoming increasingly curious. It’s also troublesome, the increasingly aging Warheads are becoming worrisome to all the ALIEN SPECIES occupying ALPHA XL- 420 (Earth).  Eight of the ten heads of the UNIVERSAL STATE OF AFFAIRS have lodged official complaints.

It's even more disturbing to know, the region known as Yellowstone National Park, is becoming more and more unstable.  The factual information of the magma expansion under a Super Volcano has become frightening, to say the least. 

If we can't control the magma, it will surely mean the complete destruction of ALPHA XL- 420 as we know it today.

Black Angels by Bari 

LAST : 

To conclude this TOP SECRET electronic transmission to my Queen Siri XII, Highness of The Gods of Sirius, it's imperative I receive your blessing to proceed. 

WE are fortune, there's still a good supply of  ROSE CRYSTAL available in the Africana jungles, the Canadian Rockies (YOHO) and the new colonial region known as the Australian Island.

I require your RED SEAL order of approval, enabling me to be released by your permission, to begin mining of the said ROSE CRYSTAL. 

The above information is to the best of my knowledge at this time.  

Oh, forgive me my Queen Siri XII, I almost forgot to report, we have NOT located android ALISHA - Series 6000, at this time.  Her location is unknown at this time.  With your permission, may I request extra ROYAL EMPEROR TROOPS to continue search throughout this solar system.  At this time our DRONES have NOT been successful in locating Casey- Series 6000 on Earth.

I bow to the Queen, Highness of my Dear Gods of Sirius, seven times and seven times more,  I cast myself down in humility.

In praise to the Lords of Our Gods - Sovereign Rule of Our Kingdom under our Lord Queen Siri XII

MISSION REPORT END

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Grace and celebration to Queen Siri XII 

Mission Accomplishments are seeded and are said to be in progress. 

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May The Lord Our Gods Be With You

Signed by Dilornian, the loyal servant to my Queen.

TRANSMISSION END 

By Bari Marcus Anthony - Author and  Screenwriter 

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Movie Pitch - Our Ancestors

BLACK ANGELS

Our ANCESTORS, Who were they? 

Historically it has been documented, THEY were the Gods of the Heavens seeking refuge on Earth over 250,000 years ago. It was said, our forefathers searched our dimensional universes for a safe haven before SIRIUS C swallowed up their planet on SIRI

It was inevitable.

Screenplay and book,  BLACK ANGELS written by Bari Marcus Anthony is a sci-fi story of our ancestors trying to take a foothold on earth, but something goes terribly wrong. 

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What happened to our Ancestors? 

We are the genetic offspring of our forefathers, hard-wired to explore the universe searching the age old questions:

1. Who made us? 
2. What's our purpose?
3. Where do we come from?
4. Are we alone?

Buried in the historical scriptures, our past present and future was foretold long before our creation. Stories of Black Angels and Gods have been recorded many times over with tales of strange reptilians roaming our earth.  We are all aware of dinosaurs but yet to believe the existence of dragons or unicorns. 

It's been said our ancestors had troubles of their own, plagued by the hardships of survival on a strange new planet called Earth. But there was more to their story, revealed by ancient accounts of Black Angels causing 
havoc to settlement plans. 

The story of the Black Angels may be the reason we lost all contact of our ancestors, but evidence of a superior race is still visible today by artifacts, engineered structures and ancient electrical conduits.

Screenplay, BLACK ANGELS explores the theory of our ancestors and how we were genetically altered to suit their needs. The science-fiction script is an action packed thriller sure to keep you glued to your seat. 

Finishing the development stage, it's now in the consideration of major film studios, film council or independent investors to bring BLACK ANGELS to the screen. 

For more information, purchase my book BLACK ANGELS  , read the exciting thriller, sure to keep you glued to your seat. 

Perhaps one day our ancestors will come down from the heavens, to join with us once again. 

Or maybe they already have...

I hope you have enjoyed my pitch for my screenplay BLACK ANGELS and be sure to read my book too !

Written by Author Bari Marcus Anthony 

                                          Proposal Movie Poster (subject to change)

Aftermath of Hiroshima

by Bari Demers

An Artist expresses his thoughts through the use of various mediums to capture his audience.

Most would think an artist is trying to reach out to the public in order to sell his creative forms of media, but that is not the case at all.  Every artist is different with their own techniques and gifts, from watercolor, oil painting to abstracts. They're not showing their art to please everyone, it's a form of expression and if you see and understand what the artist is saying, it will also have meaning to you.

Unfortunately most artists aren't totally recognized  until years after their death or just before, like, Emily Carr and Tom Thomson. If an artist is one of the lucky ones to be discovered within his or her lifetime, they are immediately appreciated through mass media. Once this happens, the world becomes aware of his or her accomplishments after years of being in the shadows.

Art is appreciated in the eye of the beholder and of its creator and it really doesn't matter what the world thinks of their art piece. After all, it wasn't created to suit the drapes, the room or peoples impression of what art is. Each artist has their very own expression and this is exactly what the painting, Aftermath of Hiroshima by artist Bari is portraying in his art piece.

Aftermath of Hiroshima by artist Bari expresses the pain, anguish and loss after the bomb was dropped in Hiroshima. The Ghosts of Hiroshima were witness to the power of the atomic bomb named Little Boy  dropped on that day in August 6 1945.

It was said by witness those in the immediately area were evaporated from existence, while those who survived saw their flesh melt off their bones, extending their arms up looking  like zombies of the walking dead. A time of extreme horror and the painting Aftermath of Hiroshima is a strong reminder to all of mankind how important it is to solve differences in a peaceful manner.
Artist Bari has also visit Pearl Harbor and expressed his feelings on canvas, remembering Pearl Harbor.

In Conclusion:
An Artist expresses his or herself in many different ways using various mediums, bringing his audience close attention to what matters.
It's only art to you if it matters or it moves you to support that artists.

Betelgeuse - The Dying Red Star by Bari Demers

The Big News about Betelgeuse:

Betelgeuse lies 640 light-years away within the Orion Constellation. The massive red star is the eighth brightest making it only second to its neighbor Rigel. Our Supergiant has now reached it's end, exausting the production of nuclear fusion and causing a gravitational collapse, reaching its new life of a Supernova. The Supernova will be so luminous we may even see it here on Earth.
It's not expected to go Supernova within 2012 as we like it to do, but it actually may take another million years. But it sure would be amazing to see Betelgeuse go Supernova in our life time.

By Bari Marcus Anthony 

Black Angels  by Bari Marcus Anthony ;  The story explores mankind's historical past over 250,000  years ago,where Ancient Alien Astronauts we’re said to occupy EARTH. 

Twas the night before Christmas by J. Robb Montana

A new twist to a classic Christmas  poem by Clement Clarke Moore.   As a freelance science-writer   I thought it would be fitting to make a playful performance by Camilla. It's my attempt to share the work Camilla and NASA . "Twas The Night Before Christmas" now includes  the official mascot of NASA SDO Camilla.

Who is Camilla

Even though Camilla focus is on education and public outreach of NASA Solar Dynamics Observatory ( Little SDO), the little yellow rubber chicken interacts with it's Facebook followers encouraging them to share the solar effects of our sun. 

Camilla quote,"...While I do focus on the Sun and Space Weather, I also train to become an Astrochick and visit various NASA Centers and learn from so many people at NASA and other institutions..."

 You can join Camilla on Facebook and Google Plus.

Twas The Night Before Christmas Video 

Here is my version of Twas The Night Before Christmas in a video with Camilla has the host.

Enjoy my twist on the verse :

  

Twas the night before Chrismtas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

The Moon on the breast of the new Eclipse

Gave the lustre of dark red into the night

When, What To My Wondering Eyes Should Appear,

But A Large Ship, and something inside

With a little Yellow Chick, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be Camilla - the beloved Little SDO

More Rapid Than Eagles Her Coursers They Came,

And She Whistled, and Shouted, and Called Them By Name!

The Reindeer Were Stirring," Now Dasher! Now Dancer!

Now Prancer and Vixen!

On Comet! On Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!

To The Top of The World, We Must Go!

Now Dash Away! Dash Away! Dash Away All!

When They Meet with An Obstacle, Mounted in the Sky

So Up To The House Top The Coursers They Flew

With a Ship full of Toys and The Little Yellow Chick - Camilla Too...

And Then, In A Twinkling, I Heard Someone Run 

The Prancing and Pawing Of Each Little Sun

As I Drew In My Head, As I Was Turning Around,

Down The Chimney Camilla Came A Bound.

Dressed All In Fur, From  Her Head to Her Foot,

Her Clothes Were All Tarnished With Ashes And Soot

And The Thought Occured, Where Had She Been,

It The Came Like A Flash, Camilla Must of Been At 

The Rim of The All Mighty Sun.

But Wait, It Was True, Camilla Had Someone Too.

He Was Chubby and Plump And Not Even Blue!

And I laughed When I Saw Him, His Belly Full As Jelly! 

Camilla Was Like An Aunta,She brought us Santa

They Filled All The Stockings Full of Food

Both in The Best Of Moods

And With That They Sprang With A Whistle

And Away They Flew Like The Down Of A Thistle.

But I heard Them Both," Ere They Flew Out of Sight,

"Happy Christmas To All, And To All A Good Night!" 

Merry Christmas everyone and please share my video to your friends and family - Let's make it a Christmas Special reaching out to the children and families across the world. 

Join J. Robb Montana is in the process of writing a manuscript : Robotics on Mars and a screenplay/ movie script Angels on Fire

The Power of Star Trek by J. Robb Montana

Bari Marcus Anthony 

On a warm summer's night in 1967, as any young boy would do, I spent my time looking up at the stars, watching meteorites shoot across the night sky, dreaming of traveling across the universe, destined for an unknown planet;

"...To boldly go where no man has gone before..."  

Within a small town called Vernon, in the southern Okanagan valley of British Columbia, my summer holidays were coming to an end. But, I was really excited to watch the newest science fiction TV series, Star Trek produced by Gene Roddenberry.

The year before Star Trek, another science fiction TV series had me glued to the tube, Lost in Space produced by Irwin Allen.

 I was hooked, all my days were spent playing and dreaming about Space Exploration.  

My world suddenly became Star Trek, actually imagining being part of the crew along with Captain James T. Kirk. Dreaming, drawing and playing Star Trek was a big part of my life growing into the thoughts of becoming an astronaut. Little did I know at the time, only American astronauts were recruited by NASA.

I religiously watched every episode of Star Trek, studying the rolls of each actor:

1.     James T. Kirk played by William Shatner

2.     Spock played by Leonard Nimoy

3.     Bones - Dr. Leonard McCoy played by DeForest Kelley

4.     Scotty played by James Doohan

5.     Uhura played by Nichelle Nichols

6.     Sulu played by George Takei

7.     Chekov played by Walter Koenig

The original Star Trek series lasted three years, but that didn't stop anything. I watched all the re-runs of Star Trek at least ten times. 

Then came Star Wars by George Lucas; space exploration was back in full swing when Paramount Pictures produced eleven Star Trek films. 

The Power of Star Trek rocked across the world where Trekkie's dressed the part at Star Trek Conventions, including annual conventions in Las Vegas.

Zip 10 years later, my calling as an astronaut faded, turning my interest into creative writing.

The Power of Star Trek stirred my interest into science fiction script writing, where today I'm writing a screenplay, Synopsis:Black Angels - a science-fiction thriller by author Bari Marcus Anthony.

Checkout the writer's short stories...

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The Days of Darkness

The Days of Darkness by Bari Marcus Anthony

A Fictional Short Story

(Fictitious disclaimer :all persons portrayed in it are fictitious Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.) All rights reserved. No part of this manuscript may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical,photocopy, recording or otherwise without the written prior permission by J. Robb Montana.

The Days of Darkness by Bari Marcus Anthony 

The days of darkness are imprinted in my past, just like it was yesterday.

To this very day I remember the sour smell of whiskey bottles lying on the floor beside the couch where my mom was sleeping. Her limp body lay motionless with her right hand grasping the twenty-sixer as if it were her life line.

I was doing what most five year old would do, playing with my new GI Joe on this cold winter day.
 It was late afternoon when my stomach began to growl, quickly realizing noon hour past.
 In our house we never ate breakfast, so lunch was a big part of my routine. My thin little body was so starved with malnutrition it wasn't uncommon to faint.

 I stepped quietly into the living room of our small home, looking for my mom. I knee quietly beside her, reached over and nudged her arm to wake-up. She moaned but didn't move, so I used all my might to shake her. The reaction was over whelming to say the least.  My mom swung her arm into my chest, knocking me flat on the floor. It didn't hurt thinking it was some sort of game. I quickly got up and jumped on top of her, yelling," Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Get Up!"

Had I realized this wasn't a game my instincts would have kick-in, but not this time.

It happened all in slow motion, wakening  mother bear. She grabbed  me by my arms, feeling intent pain, swinging me over her shoulders and racing me back to my room.

My weak little body was plunged into the darkness of a closet filled with dirty laundry and empty whiskey bottles. I just remember the pain in my back as I hit what must of been the whiskey bottles. The bedroom door slams shut and then complete silence once again.

The pungent smell was so overwhelming it made me gasp for fresh air. It wasn't long before pressing my face up against the cracks of the folding doors.

 A river of tears streaked my face with stains," MOM! OH MOM! Please Mom..." is vivid in my mind this very day.

 It wasn't long before I fell asleep, hours past before waking up to find my mom tucking me in my bed.

She washed my face with a wet washcloth, removing dry-stain tears from swollen cheeks. My mom very carefully slide her fingers across my long bangs, she kissed my forehead," I'm so sorry...can you forgive me Dex?" I nodded in satisfaction, knowing my mom's nicer personality had come to visit her son.

What seemed like a lifetime of abuse has been itched in my mind for eternity on those days of darkness.

(Fictitious disclaimer :all persons portrayed in it are fictitious Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.)

See more short stories and screenplays by Bari Demers