The first truth is that we are all spirit. We're just in different meat puppets. Wandering different dirts. But all the dirts, at root, they are the same. As are the meat puppets. In all of them: spirit.

There are no "invasions." Not anywhere. We are all free human beings, alive on this earth; that we go where we wilt, is the whole of the law.

That a meat puppet from a different dirt is an "invader," this is a tremulant emanation of living in fear. Fear disturbs, disorders, is the helpmeet of calamity. We see this in the twitlering toddler in the White Power House. We see it in the dazed and confused who shot New Zealand.