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, because I remembered something Apollo once told me, that he’d heard a prophecy.
After Strong-armed Zeus speaks to the Earth
Sun and Moon confused in birth...
He couldn’t remember the rest, but was confused about the words of it. 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, descended from Zeus in some way.
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. How could the Sun and Moon be confused in birth? I don’t understand.
My moment of reverie ended when my son laughed at the men walking. “Daddy, can I go to the moon someday?”
“Son, you can go anywhere you like.”