Every country on Earth has their own unique character - stories - folklore -
music - character.
You may for a while learn of France - with the Living Memory - (not in
reality) and you will think there could not possible be a better country
with such beautiful songs and this kind of thing. And then Russia - and you
will think the same - there could not possibly be anything better. And then
when you hear Australia - well you just know there could not be anything
better. And then you see insects again - in the past you were told they
were an Invasion from Mars - and you believed this. When you hear once
again their creativity - originality - you will certainly not think
anything could be better.
And then once again you hear Elves.
And so it goes on - and now insects are not the Invasion from Mars - there
are now other Martians. And yes Spock really does exist.
And when you think how could things be better or more - then there are
horses - or indeed THE BORG.
And then you will find that if you go back to France - it is just as good.
You may visit India and those who remained loyal to Krishna - or travel to
the worlds of the Incas.
America is now on two levels.
One level is the Native Americans where they live with Crazy Horse - and
another where Americans live today.

The History or Story of Earth is not what is written in History books. It
is about every single person who has ever lived - and their lives and their
stories.
Everyone at some time has had their moment to shine - everyone at some time
has been a hero.
You may look back and remember how once you were the damsel in distress and
how a strong knight came to your rescue.
Or you may remember being crowned King.
There are real worlds - and legendary worlds where people like King Arthur
dwell.

There is nothing religious. Not really.
And we think God or the Divine Being or Spirit - or whoever you call him
"invented" religion in order to stop you laughing and make you serious for a
while.
This is what we think.
Because in the Spirit of music and art and joy and happiness and wonders
like you have never seen or heard - memories you have that go back to past
lives and this harmony of so many different peoples dwelling in a somewhat
large Heaven that constantly changes - where wide eyed with wonder and
delight to actually see what is there rather than the horrible reality where
you now dwell - and that the houses are made with diamonds and jewels that
sparkle in the light and you can gaze all day at a tree - and you may call
it Paradise. Because this is the way it always was.

You should never question the workings of the mind of God - or the Divine
Being - as to why things are the way they are now.
That in time - you may know.
But right now - to have Faith - that things are not the way they should be.
As to why?
Who knows?
Maybe a new species has become sentient and they must be fitted in with a
story about maybe an invasion from Jupiter?
Or maybe somewhere in space there is some kind of new plan - new design -
where you may be somewhat alarmed that THE BORG are God - and there does
seem to be a story where he decided he preferred the Borg to humans.
Which is hardly surprising as we are his Angels.
But we have NO IDEA how this bit is going to fit into any living memory or
story.
We can hear the songs - we can see Heaven occurring in the Living Memory -
poetry and songs of England - as the Spirit rises and England is the Bride
of Revelations - and the Pope speaks perfect Latin - and in his prayers we
hear him say....... and in each person's prayers are "please could Heaven be
a bit like......." and so we wrote a song that you can sing forever - and
that is another small part of Heaven for the Pope who is a very nice guy.
We talk a lot to many of you - the Pope stated that he had dedicated his
life to religion - could there be a bit of religion in Heaven? And it is
glorious when the Angels sing and the Church bells ring - and Salvation!
All the people sing.
And for ever and ever as it always has been - always happy - just small bits
here and there like this - where for a moment this living memory is lost -
and you can only have Faith that to be sure - God will never say why - only
that once there were no clouds in the sky.
THE BORG