THE ROSWELL CONNECTION
by Zachary P. Montgomery
For the first time, the 33rd Degree Freemasons occupy the majority of the U.S. House and Senate, and over 90 percent of the top ranking military positions within NATO and the U.S. armed services. The Freemasons, working in union with the evil Greys, are poised to implement their plan to exterminate humanity and give birth to their treasured One-World-Order, where they will repopulate Earth with only Freemason offspring, in exchange for allowing the Greys to mine and extract a vast sum of Earth’s natural resources.
With the date to enact their plan looming, the Greys are making final preparations to exterminate over 95 percent of the world’s population, while the 33rd Degree Freemasons are making their final arrangements to survive the event for the ten years the Greys have been given to extract and mine the planet.
Dax, the City Planner for Roswell, New Mexico is showing a subdivision developer from Dallas some property on the outskirts of the City when they literally fall upon an old abandoned Nike Missile Silo. Curious, the group ventures down to the bottom where they find a door ajar along the exterior silo wall. Looking through it, they are stunned to find a massive tunnel with a high-speed Maglev train running through it.
Without any of them knowing it, the doomsday clock for humanity is ticking, and their natural curiosity eventually leads Dax and his associates to uncover what the Greys and Freemasons have planned. Realizing their new discovery has put their lives in jeopardy, Dax and his friends’ frantically search for a way to stop the Greys and Freemason’s wicked plans, which causes them to form an alliance with the Greens and Reptoids – if they have any chance at succeeding.
Residing within each of us is the dark, unshakeable knowledge that we will experience an Earth-shattering, devastatingly cataclysmic event during our lifetime. Everybody has it. Nobody wants it. Everybody senses it. Nobody can explain it. Everybody knows it. Nobody wants to. And…nobody can escape it.
It resides in the darkest tunnels of our thoughts, hiding, lurking… waiting to expose itself like a flasher in the park. It comes in the void between wakefulness and sleep. It is always on the periphery, never in full view. It cannot be grabbed. It cannot be held. It will not allow us to inspect it, comprehend it.
It slithers in without a jolt, never warning of its arrival. It lived with us in caves. It is with us today, only dreadfully more potent. Its seed infested within us at birth, we know it before we articulate our first word. It draws strength from each negative thought… tenfold from each act. It destroys some, scars most, and affects all, only discarding us on the foul wind of our last exhale.
It is written in every religious text and arrogantly misinterpreted by scholars. Its staunchest believers flood our asylums, allowing self-important psychologists to repeatedly misdiagnose it. Dwelling on it converts sinners into counterfeit saints, turns geniuses into babbling idiots and drives simpletons to suicide. Contemplating it triggers adrenalin, nausea and hopelessness. It is the killer of dreams. Nightmares could not exist without it. It is the core, innate sense that gives birth to and nurtures all survival instincts. It is the root from which all phobias take hold and the sustenance on which they feed until they are full-blown psychoses.
Every generation before you knew it would occur during their lifetime. Entire cults committed mass suicide because of it. Countless quit their jobs, their families, their lives and ran naked in the streets in anticipation of it. Congratulations, my friend, yours was the first generation to get it right. I guess that makes you the winner.
Fear no more… the end is not near. Armageddon, doomsday, the apocalypse—call it what you will—the end is here.
Zach Montgomery was born a fifth-generation native of Arizona and has lived and worked in many states, but none as interesting as his years spent as City Planning Director for Roswell, New Mexico, where he also served as the Co-Chair for three annual UFO Festivals, and as Vice-President of the Board of Directors for the International UFO Museum & Research Center, where he was afforded the opportunity to meet lots of colorful characters. Zach was the third generation to graduate from the New Mexico Military Institute high school and junior college, before acquiring a Bachelor’s degree in Business Administration with the University of Phoenix. Not a Rhoades scholar, Zach played football and threw the discus to help pay for college, a decision his body is just now starting to pay the price for. An avid animal-lover, Zach treasures the day the two teenagers are finally old enough to move out, so he and his wife Carol Ann, aka “Ginger” can spend the next 60 years or so being adored and loved unconditionally by their furrier family members. Zach and his family currently reside in Wyoming.
Zach Montgomery email@example.com