Unconcerned is the Cabal about a nuclear coffin maybe leaking on a Pacific atoll; a huge, unlined, concrete, thunder dome, meant to be temporary,

become, negligently, permanent. A sky fallen; it’s earth, risen. More concerning to Xi is personal, security.

Of more concern to Xi than
a leaking nuclear coffin on a Pacific atoll: His personal, security. Key, to a personally anticipated, longevity.

Similarly situated; his Cabalist brothers; a sky fallen and an earth, risen, matter less than, personal, security.

Security. Of ocean waves. And airwaves. Security at the borders. Personal, security. All, illusory. Witness, a fallen sky; and earth, to heavens,

blown. It’s what happens in explosions, nuclear. The Cabal knows; it’s not the quickest way, to get to Heaven.

The Cabal knows. Art knows, they know. Now, with the tweeting of MAYDAYS, ye too know: Security. Of the ocean waves. And the airwaves.

And security at the borders. And personal security. All, illusory. Witness: A fallen sky; earth; a heaven-bound, airwave.

The Cabal knows that what is here today may very well be gone, tomorrow. Now, with the tweeting of MAYDAYS,

ye too, may know. Security. It’s illusory. Witness: The sky fallen and earth, a heaven-bound, airwave.

The tweeting of MAYDAYS: So Urantians may know: Ye are misled and lied to routinely. Security. It’s illusory. Ye shan’t find it behind any wall.

Not with these weapons. Witness: A sky, fallen and earthy, heaven-bound, debris, once behind, vaporized, walls.