Think of the illusions, delusions, superstitions, blind faiths and beliefs, seasoned with regret and fear, you carry within yourself when you read the words below!

"A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there was a Soul Farm, a Prison Planet among many… and some Archons needed new techniques to harvest some rebellious souls…

The Archons knew how to exploit misery and naivety, so they chose one and tricked him in the astral realms; they projected illusions in his travels and delusions in his dreams, until finally they owned his mind.

And so, this incautious and gullible soul, was again under heavy manipulation and deception by these Archons/Soul-Farmers/Galactic Parasites. The Archons used him to create another Belief System; a sophisticated Soul Trap and Harvesting Device required to lure those rebellious souls.

And thus it came, the Harvest Time… Among illusions and delusions, and feeling intense bliss and love, the chosen one and his followers floated gloriously towards the Archons’s jaws. In their minds, the chosen one and his followers were graduating from life, but so they were eaten and consumed.

Because in that galaxy, everything was consumed… or so the Archons thought…

But elsewhere, in the distance, some cautious beings were observing, away from the glimmering lights, away from golden cords, sucking tunnels, shimmering portals and majestic ships over rivers of sadness; still aware of all kinds of physical and astral constructs and harvesting devices made by these Archons."