Golden Tiger Agent and the buck stops here. (An Other Story)

Golden Tiger Agent and the buck stops here.

Old Fogies

This word is said to be derived from a peculiar body of men, who, at the end of the last century, existed in Edinburgh castle, and were called Fogies. They were old men, dressed in red coats with apple-green facings and cocked hats, and were a sort of invalid company, who performed various trivial duties.

Things not generally known; a popular hand-book of facts not readily accessible in literature, history, and science by John Timbs, 1857.

Transmission for Central Sun Station, Velatropa verse. Looked in the mirror, just now, yes, your favorite agent of change, Golden Tiger Agent, looked in the mirror, face is changing again. Hang or hung another mask in the cupboard, no not retiring any face, just hanging it with the others, i might need to return to that face once again. The Golden Tiger Agent is now a royal sourceror, a ‘Merlin’, it seems to be a title these days, someone who has outgrown the sourceric stepladder we all walk as we, HUmans and Others, walk the line towards ascension/illumination. By accident i’ve grown beyond class, yeah my friend Anton (Gorodetsky) had a good laugh when we met, he sees a bit more than me, çause he is a few years older than me and has a decade on me in the watches. The latter is here nor there, just saying. By chance the Golden Tiger Agent could help the royal family of Orange, now and then still giving assistance when asked or necessary. What is my job; being broke, suffer the stupidity of HUmans and others and teach those asking or willing to learn, there are not many. Most of my time goes in to feigning i am HUman, have a life worth living and kicking ass of jokers who want to make it at my expense. I am a writer and an artist, i write and create art occasionally, it is the thing love to most and for the rest………….i wait, bide my time, waiting for an event that isn’t coming. What is the meaning, my kind is only necessary in times of trouble, in other times beings like me, Others, are forgotten and neglected, ignored and described as mythical beings from a mythical imagined past. When these beings knock on the door, kick in the door, give you an ass kicking………HUmans are suddenly aware that some mythical beings can come alive. We might look like HUmans, our thoughts and actions are beyond the HUMan experience, doing healing and magick as we go from the cuff, beyond ritual and symbol. Yeah, your Golden Tiger Agent feels ashamed writing this, we have been among the HUmans for thousands of years, our kind was in Aegypt with Ra and his descendents, we birthed the mayan cosmovision (four of my brothers did), we taught all those bands of HUmans spread over the Blue Star in that far of age of Gold. Gold !?, agh, the grass wasn’t that green, the air was just fresher, we drank from the rivers, springs and lakes, hunted and met our less evolved kindred. Thats thousands of years ago, thinking of it……..its amazing, never though i would be retruning to this place, to be downloaded again, its a punishment sometimes, depending on the world you are incerted in. This age is a strange one, high technology and medium spirituality, only a few  spots of true deep thought, almost close to the Other-thought, some might even remember their origin, maybe…..someday……they will wake up………don’t hold my breath !, no i will not, i have lungs and need them, keep this material flesh machine going i got when i was downloaded. I can’t even remember how many times i have been here or all the other worlds i lived before was downloaded here again. Still its a beautifull planet, although the HUmans are bit of a disappointment, that must be what civillisation does with HUmans……..make them stupid and lazy, consuming and acting like they have lives, i digress. I just wanted to let you know, i saw a new face in the mirror, so, controller at Central Sun Station, you must know what time it is. End of this transmission. Golden Tiger Agent, nr. 00005.

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