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RT @SaratogaArtist: 5 2 Y E A R S A G O T H I S W E E K A F A M I L Y P O R T R A I T A T E A S T E R It's Spring Break thi…

I cooked with this line up 💙❤️

@AnabellaMarvy Lamine Yamal wanted to start

Hansi Flick this is not right. How do we make a remontada when our best players are being run into the ground?

@AnabellaMarvy But I thought you said we have - 3% chance of winning 😅

Remontada begins with this two guys. If Frenkie and Pedri start together on Tuesday, then we’re definitely making a comeback

@AnabellaMarvy What about Balde, I think he can do better with his pace and intensity. He could provide threat then we think.

I’d rather have Roony Bardghji at LW than any of our current options. He’d do a better job than all of them. He deserves more minutes

@AnabellaMarvy Do you believe in aliens??

We don’t care about Olise goals and assists, he’s playing in a farmers league

@AnabellaMarvy I would like to face them in a final

There’s nothing special about this Bayern team

@AnabellaMarvy Bernardo Silva can offer depth in a squad that needs quality to compete. Casado is not good enough. Bernardo can be that guy to add quality

Barcelona is not a retirement home

Someday, Humans will discover intelligent extraterrestrial life and the world will change forever.

@AnabellaMarvy Araujo was taken off because of injury, not of tactical change

Hansi flick has taken off Araujo and brought on Marc Bernal. This is how he should have started the game. Eric Garcia has had no business in the midfield with Marc Bernal fit. He got it all wrong

M E E T I N G M Y H Y B R I D S O N I N 1 9 7 9 t h e t r u t h a b o u t a l i e n h y b r i d i z a t i o n I've been waiting most of my life for talk of alien hybridization to make its way into news media and public discussion. Now that it has, I'm in a unique position to shed light on the reality of the situation. When I was 16, in 1979, the Greys had me meet with a hybrid child they made from me, it was a boy. It didn’t go well, not for anyone, and though I was blamed for that, it was not my fault. It was a real shitshow. I'm telling you the entire event right here and now. This is a complete chapter of my book, 'My Mom Vs. The Flying Saucers'. This is not the final draft, but it's high time I share the facts about their hybridization program with the people who need to hear it most. And that's you. (And don't buy the recent bullshit quote that the big, bad government is behind it, forcing 'captive' aliens to create hybrids. When you learn why the Greys are making hybrids, you'll understand how absurd that claim is. I think they're using that lie to give people a false sense of agency in a situation where humans are completely helpless.) It happened like this: Two tall Greys were walking me back from an abduction, through the corridors of their very big ship to the small ship that brought us here and will bring me back home. Whatever we were doing up to that point I have no idea, I didn’t remember them taking me, or what had been on their schedule for me during this abduction. It could have been anything. Procedures that did not involve me being awake, because I was heavy under their spell to this point, I “came to”, and realized I was already walking. They can do that to you. You're completely unconscious and still following their instructions. It's a weird, weird feeling to wake up and you're walking somewhere. You wonder what else you were just doing, or conversely, what they were doing to you. I was following about five feet behind my two tall Grey handlers. They lessen your sedation when it’s time to go because they like you to be ambulatory. They prefer it if you walk on your own like an unthinking zombie, they don’t want to carry you or levitate you, no need when they control your mind, and therefore, your body. I'll tell you this, there's often a fair amount of walking during an abduction. Like, a lot of walking, some of these ships they took us to were enormous. Ships, space platforms, I don't know, it's impossible to know the outside of something when you're on the inside. But these were some very, very big places, like a hospital or an airport, or the Mall of America without the stores. So bring your sneakers if you see them coming for you, it’s a lot of cardio. Which may be why the Greys are so thin lol. As we walked, they started to lessen their grip on my mind. It’s almost imperceptible, but I noticed it, I was thinking more clearly about my surroundings. They control your level of awareness as easily as turning a thermostat up or down, it’s wherever they want you to be at the moment. Both of them are in your mind. And by extension, all of them they are connected with are in your mind. There are no gadgets, no drugs or devices that give them this telepathic command and influence over you. They don’t point a wand or dangle a pocket watch or do Bela Lugosi hand contortions. Their telepathy and ascendancy over you are innate abilities that they possess. Their minds, their group mind, are more powerful than ours, and this is their greatest advantage over us, not their tech. Without their ability to overtake our minds and our memories, the decades of abductions would not have been possible. Now I’m able to think a little bit more soberly as we walk, I’m thinking “What the fuck am I doing with them this time?” But I’m still tranquil, still calm. They are definitely bringing me out of it, I’m not fully myself, but they never let you be fully in control when with them, because no one would be calm in these circumstances, your two natural reactions would be hysterics and violence. I'd probably start screaming and run out an airlock. But I was much more coherent and alert than they usually allow me to be. Which speaks to how fiendish and malicious these bastards are. A while back the corridors were busy with activity, there were different Greys leading abductees, short Grey work crews working on sections of hallway, but as we walked further, all the noise both actual and telepathic receded behind us. I’d never heard a ship so quiet, we were in an area with no one else around. From an area that was a hub of activity to an empty section where most of the lights were turned off. This area was more tightly curved, but there are not a lot of sharp angles in any of their designs. Not in their ship designs, shapes of rooms, doorways, ceilings, they’re not big on right angles in general. Things tend to be curved, arched or rounded. We finally stopped walking in a narrow section, and I was awake enough to start noticing details. We were in a pretty tight space, on about a four foot wide tightly-curved corridor, you couldn’t see more than ten feet ahead, any further was hidden around the curve. We were in a workspace of some kind, with equipment around us. It was dimly lit, the light was largely coming from lights on the equipment, and from dim strip lighting where the floor met the walls, the floor might have been lit as well, I can't say for sure, but the upper half of the area and the ceiling were dark. We were at a junction with a perpendicular walkway, that curved away into darkness. Across from me, I could see there were several large, standing, glass tanks, cylindrical, like a round upright aquarium with some kind of liquid in them, nothing else. The tanks were brightly lit, maybe two or three of them. The Greys usually don’t like you to be this alert. They don’t like you taking mental notes and observations on the things around you. You have to remember - half their job is making sure you don’t remember anything. Then, the one tall grey faced me and spoke. If there's two, one does the talking and the other nods a lot. The one is talking for both of them He said, telepathically, in their perfectly natural conversational English, “Heyyyy, we were wondering…would you do us a favor?” Wow. I was kind of flattered they wanted me involved in whatever they’re doing. As if whatever they wanted wasn’t a fait accompli. Their 'voices' sound indistinguishable from a person in your head. My brother Sean says if you closed your eyes, you'd think a person was talking to you. That's how good they are at getting in your brain and knowing exactly how people in your life talk to you; what accent, vernacular, vocabulary, contractions, phrasing sounds natural to you. They are masterful communicators, because they know everything about you. When the alien said to me, “Hey, we were wondering, would you do us a favor?” The “Hey” was drawn out, sounding like “Heyyyy”, exactly the way a friend would soft-pedal into asking a favor. Almost like Fonzie stretching an “aayyyyy”. And when they said to me “we were wondering” if I’d do them a favor. Yeah right, they can drop the charade, they make me do whatever they want, why the pretense of giving me a choice? Were they really asking for my consent for once? I don’t think so, but it was effective psychology, because now I was an actively engaged participant. I was enthusiastic about doing a favor for them, although mostly because my attitude was altered by their mental manipulation, minimized though it was. You’re always half a puppet in their presence, that’s important to remember. They make you think things, and they make you think you thought them yourself. I replied to them, in my mind. I was very young when they first discouraged me from talking out loud to them, they regarded it like shouting, they thought it was rude. Once when I was young, I spoke out loud to answer a question, and they were like “No no no - you don’t need to do that. No need for that. Just think what you are going to say and I’ll hear it, we’ll hear it, just like you hear me. When you think it, and then you speak it, we have to hear it twice. And we don't want to hear anything you say twice. So just think it, okay?” And after a while, I became more comfortable and adept with their telepathy, and more confident in speaking telepathically. Anyway, so when they asked if I'd do them a favor, I said something like, “Sure, no problem, happy to do a favor! What do you need, I’m all in!” The Grey who was doing the talking said “Would you be willing to meet someone and just say hello? Just for a minute, it’ll be really quick. Then we’ll get you back home.” This was new, they never asked me to meet someone before, but they’re not in the habit of asking for anything. They lifted the fog so I could understand the conversation, and they were letting me respond. They wanted me mentally involved in whatever was happening, and that’s probably why I’m able to remember this event more clearly than a lot of my other events. I said “Sure, I’ll meet somebody, why not! Who is it? Who wants to meet me? People on Earth don't even want to meet me.” The tall Grey who was doing all the talking said, “It’s somebody who has been asking to meet you for a long time. We kept telling him no, but he just kept asking. So..” the alien lifted his hands as he shrugged his shoulders, “.. we said we'd ask you, and here we are.” I asked “Why does he want to meet me?” The alien paused and chose his words carefully, and said “Well…he’s from you.” I wasn’t sure what they meant by that exactly, and I don’t think I said anything, I might have nodded. The alien explained, knowing I didn’t understand what he meant. “He’s one that we made from you. He’s great, we like him, he’s smart, he’s funny, he lifts all the others up in his work group, he never tears anybody down. He makes the work fun for everybody and everybody likes him.” I could feel this alien’s emotion as he spoke, he seemed to care about him, it felt like he was proud of him. He could be faking it, I don’t think he was, telepathy goes both ways, they don't want you to know that. So we have often tried to reward him, but when we ask what we can give him, He always asks for the same thing. He wants to meet his Earth Dad." Listen. That was the term they used. If I was making this up I'd have said something less ridiculous. It sounds like a brand of hippie organic coffee, or a bad sitcom that got canceled after two episodes, but that is indeed what they said. Earth Dad. "We told him no, we just don't do that. Pick something else. But he refused. We told him no many times, until this time we said yes." So I said, “Okay, well let’s meet him!" and they were pleased. The one who talks said “Okay, great. Now - before we do this, before we bring him out, we have to tell you something…he’s going to look very strange to you. You’re going to think he’s very weird looking, he is not going to look like a person like you. So just be ready for that, and you cannot think about how strange he looks! This is important! He can hear what you’re thinking just like we can. If he comes out here and you’re thinking he looks ugly, he will hear you, he’s like us, and it will hurt him badly. It will devastate him. So don’t think it. Now we will be in there with you,” he said, meaning the two greys would be in my mind with me, “We’ll help you to control your reaction to his appearance, but you’re going to have help by not thinking about him looking strange. You think you can do that?” The alien went from smoothly asking a favor to reading me the riot act about what I had to do to not screw this up. I was like, “Okay, yeah, don’t think he looks weird, I got it, I got it.” And he didn’t like my breezy attitude and said “No! Do. You. Understand? We like this boy, do not screw this up!” I was like, "Okay, okay, I won't." So they gave a message to bring him out. Another Grey, it was a female Grey, I've never seen a female. was leading the boy as they stepped out from around the curved darkness of the perpendicular walkway. And there he was. He was shy, but he was beaming, looking up at me. I could feel waves of strong emotions coming off of him. The Greys telepathy is not limited to just a voice in your head, if they are having a strong emotional response, you feel it hit you like a wave. And despite what you may have heard, the Greys do indeed have emotions, just usually the more unpleasant ones; anger, annoyance, impatience, sometimes surprise. It’s hard to describe the emotions that were coming off this kid, there were a lot of emotions. He was thrilled, he was nervous, and he was scared. But I felt love coming from him. And that was overwhelming. HIS APPEARANCE I didn’t think he looked strange at all. I thought he looked…adorable. He was short, like any kid would be, I’d say he was about three feet tall, maybe 3'6". I could see right away he looked like me in some recognizable ways. A very similar face. He wasn’t much of a Grey at all, he was flesh colored, with blushing cheeks. His eyes were a little bigger than a person, but not extremely so. The pupils of his eyes were big and black, like the Greys eyes, but around the pupil was an iris, brown like my eyes. There were whites to the eyes were not visible all the way around the overly large iris and pupil, you could see the whites just in the corners of the eyes. I have to say he was pretty handsome in his own way. Or was it that the aliens were ”helping” with my reaction? He had short legs and arms, with a small body but a BIG round head, mostly bald, some straggly hair in top, and with a lock of wispy brown hair above his forehead. I’ll tell you my honest first reaction, he reminded me of Charlie Brown. I swear to god. The shape and proportions were very similar to Charlie Brown, very short legs, very big round head, mostly bald but one tuft of hair. But at the same time, he looked like me, and he was radiating such positive feelings towards me. And here I was face to face with him. I didn't say anything. The Grey telling me "Go on. Talk to him." I was supposed to talk with him but I had no idea what to say, they didn’t have me lucid enough to think on my feet in a moment this bizarre. I feel bad about it, but I mumbled something innocuous like “Hey, how‘re you? So great to meet you!” He was shy, I think he quietly said hi back. The aliens prompted me to keep going, but I wasn’t free to think clearly. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to say to an alien child that they tell me is mine and I had no idea he existed five minutes ago? It's like the worst episode of Maury Povich ever. I just small-talked him like an idiot, “Hey, they tell me you’re doing great in school, or your class, that’s really awesome, wow, good for you!” Which was a pathetic thing to say to a child that was half me, half from another world, or another dimension, another plane of reality. He wanted to meet me so badly, and here I was letting him down. I’m saddened that nobody here on Earth has ever wanted so much to meet me. Just this poor kid. Created in some fucking space laboratory by mind monsters who think they're doctors, creating new breeds from us like it's a goddamn dog show. Writing this right now, I feel a deep sense of regret that I never had another chance to speak to him. There were a million things I could have said but I just kind of froze. It was an historic moment, at least for me. And I wasn’t even supposed to remember it. But I do. THE BEATLES The child ignored my small talk, and he pointed to my chest. He was pointing to the four faces on my black and white T-shirt, and he asked me, “Who are they? Are they important to you? Do you love them? Are they important to us?” I could feel he was asking if they were family to me, and by extension, family to him. I said to him, “They’re the Beatles. They’re a band, they sing. I do love them, but I don't know them, I just know their music." The boy looked confused, he had no idea what I was talking about, but if he could see into my mind, he must have picked up the way I feel about the Beatles. I asked him “What kind of music do you like?” Now the three Greys hovered nervously around us, like dog owners in a dog park being careful as their dogs meet for the first time. They moved in a little closer, they did not like the way this was going. I was really trying to make some sort of connection with him, and I knew the Greys were about to pull the plug on me. I could feel it. As a last attempt at finding common ground, I asked the boy, “What do you like to do in your spare time? What do you like to do for fun?” And THAT was it. The aliens immediately stepped in, “Okay, that’s enough of that. We have to get going now, but wasn't that great? You got to meet him."” they said, as they quickly pulled me back the way we came, and that female Grey hustled the confused boy back down the dark corridor they came from. I could hear his telepathy as they walked away, he was saying to the female Grey “What were those things he was talking about? What did he mean?” And I could hear her soothing him, saying something like, “Oh, don't worry, nobody knows what they mean, they’re pretty much like animals, that’s why we really don’t do this.” And that was it. I was never given another opportunity to see him. That was 47 years ago, and I still think about him. Sometimes I wonder if he’s even still alive. I know I won’t be for too much longer. I’ve wondered if I might get to see him on the other side. And who knows how many others were from me, ones that just didn’t demand to meet me. I never had children. I've lived with women who wanted children, but I couldn't have kids with them because they'd come for them too, and I refused to bring children into this world that I couldn't protect. And the women eventually moved on, and had happy children that weren't slaves of the Greys. I try not to think about the decisions I had to make that led me to a lonely life where my bloodline dies with me. But that's the price I pay to make sure they won't take another generation of children in my family. We're not powerless to fight back, but it will cost you. But for ten minutes, on a spaceship in the late 70's, I had a son. I think about it way too much, all these years later, I wish I could have gotten him out of there. I daydream I could take him from them, and bring him home, with me. It's clear that this hybrid wanted to know his family. He wanted his family. A family that would love him. He would have loved my mom. Its monstrous that any and all children they make from us is their property. They own them. The Greys are fucking slave owners. They steal from them what is in them that is human. As my hybrid son was led away, it was clear the tall Greys were extremely pissed at me. I've never seen them so angry. I tried to diffuse the tension, so I said, “Well that went pretty good, right?” And the alien who did all the talking was somehow even more pissed, and said to me, sarcastically, “Yeah, great job. Great job.” Yes, sarcastically. The aliens were very disappointed in me that day, but fuck 'em. And as we went to take me home, they put me back under very heavy sedation and I don’t remember anything more. Why leave me conscious if they don’t need me anymore, right? They didn’t introduce me to him for my benefit, or for some grand moment of humanity. No, they did it for his benefit, not mine. I’m just a prisoner they drag around once in a while with his mind turned off. For decades I blamed myself. They blamed me for screwing it up, and so did I. But as I had to sit and write this out, it forced me to examine what really happened. First, don't spring this kind of heavy shit on someone and expect them to handle the situation well under your mental anesthesia. But now I don't blame myself at all. In fact, I think I said exactly what that boy needed to hear: What do you like to do in your spare time? What do you do for fun? I think what angered or alarmed them was that I was telling this boy that he could have his own interests, that he could have his own pursuits. And I implied this boy deserves the free time to follow whatever interested him. I told that kid that he deserved to have fun. That he had the right to spend his time the way he wanted. And to be his own person. Or just be a person. And I know now, that is not the life this boy has led. That is what upset them. And that’s what upsets me. These aliens are like bees in a beehive or ants in an anthill, there are drones and workers, with just a few giving the orders which everyone must obey. They’re like insects in their hive-mind collective, what they know is work. Work and following orders. And what I said put ideas in his head that they didn’t want him to have. What I said was dangerous to them. It's like they come from the town in Footloose and they're all John Lithgow. I’m glad I said what I did. I hope he doesn’t regret meeting me. And I hope I didn't get him in trouble by introducing the seditious concept of fun. Because the older I get, the more important those few minutes are to me. And if you're read this far, you need to know that the Greys are taking this world from us, and all its vast resources, including us. This is a fucking invasion. They aren't here for your enlightenment or your soul. They're taking everything. They're enslaving us and breeding us like livestock to create our own replacements. This is a war, and you'd better grow the fuck up and realize that. No demons, no angels, no jesus, no one is coming to save us. It falls on us. We must oppose them, loudly and constantly. We must demand they leave the Earth and never return. Because if we lose this war, it will be the last war the human race will ever fight. @NasiNovareCoram @UFOcop1 @DonaldPanza @bluecrayon71 @NathanL01084789 @AlexPag21070389 @pavelibarrameda @chrisramsay52 @goodmorningufo @GoodTroubleShow @AlchemyAmerican @dylanbrody @theblackvault @HighEarthOrbit_ @amy_hamm100 @Alpha_Avtr @AbducteeJournal @RFKJrMission

@ultimate_kombo District 9

Abeg somebody should recommend one very interesting movie for me this night a 10/10 movie that will not want to sleep without finishing it 🙏

@AnabellaMarvy If we can sign him and Osimhen UCL is green light next season actually Sextuple 🎉

Fisnik Asllani has been a Barcelona fan since he was young. Bring him to Spotify Camp Nou

@AnabellaMarvy That hairstyle just completes the orgasim

Lamine Yamal looks so innocent, imagine hating on this kid

🚨💙❤️ João Cancelo would love to stay at Barcelona beyond this season, club to continue contacts with Jorge Mendes to assess the possible solutions. 🎥➕ More on Alejandro Baldé + Barça plans: youtu.be/FL_5pYYbpjg

@AnabellaMarvy It's good we do not go for Alvarez, for me Osimhen is the kind of player Lamine needs for now

We know we are not signing Alvarez 😂😂

@AnabellaMarvy It's kinda obvious his not injured, I wouldn't trust some of the news sources because they just want to mess with people emotions and gain followers

Do they not have doctors in Brazil? Where are Raphinha’s test results? Why are they putting us through this tension?

@BridgeDynasty @ReshadFCB @TNTSportsBR Don't worry I think it's a minor injury could have been worssse if he played the second half

@Alpha_Avtr @ReshadFCB @TNTSportsBR Im surely disappointed

🚨🗣️ “Tests will be conducted on Raphinha today (nothing has been done yet), constant communication between Barça and Brazil. He could miss the first-leg UCL match vs Atletico” @TNTSportsBR #FCB 🇧🇷 ℹ️ Nothing will be known until tests are done.

@BridgeDynasty @ReshadFCB @TNTSportsBR Yeah, his injured brother

@ReshadFCB @TNTSportsBR Will he leave the national camp and return to Barcelona immediately

@AnabellaMarvy It's potentially could be an overload but that's just for hope

Raphinha’s injury has spoilt my entire week