July 20, 1969
Today, Apollo 11 landed on the moon.
That’s right, you can stop laughing.
Those silly mortals decided to go to the moon, and named the mission to go there after the wrong god.
I watched today with my wife and son.
“Houston, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed.”
I held my breath.
And remembered words once whispered by the real Apollo:
After Strong-armed Zeus speaks to the Earth
Sun and Moon confused in birth...
He couldn’t remember the rest. Why would Zeus Speak to earth?
But it clicked. Niel ARMSTRONG, from the Eagle, the bird of my spiritual father.
It would not surprise me if Mr. Armstrong was Divine-blooded.
And I know now that the Twins are returning, though I’m clueless as to when and where.
But there is going to be something about the twins. .