Throughout my travels in the multiverses, the vast variety of life is uncountable. Dimensions exist of all variety as well. The spaces between these worlds, universes, and dimensions one might call a grey zone. I literally call it the Silver Lining. To ride the silver light unseen by most is a privilege that comes from the highest authorities. One does not wear the cloak unseen unless the Gift Givers deem it tested and approved. From this one way mirror of interdimensional space much can be observed. Over a shoulder or from the vista of a galaxy, what is seen can only be explained. Belief is another story.
Among worlds of experience, there are many, much like Earth, that have life inhabiting in all forms. The indigenous population eventually reaches a mecca point where the populous is numerous, way beyond a “small town affair.” Dimensional directors, creational overseers, and game administrators will occupy many of these inhabited worlds. These roles lie on the outer echelon of known consciousness, even amidst the highly advanced. Rumors, folklore, and tales hint at their existence, these intermediary admins. Some may call them agents of a various lot. They all stand behind a mirror of unknown origin, the etiology merely a myth. They lie beyond even the rainbow vision. A ray unknown is their steed to ride.
Just like Earth, there is much to do. Large cities cover planets. Immense populations scurry about. The busy affairs are not just Earth’s lot. A certain race, a body of a certain type, large numbers multiply, and a society is formed. The “people” are everywhere. Everyone becomes so busy in their affairs of their own lives, their own families, their line of work, their society, their neighborhood, their planet, that even the interplanetary and universe mobile races go unaware of much. This is where the Placeholder People come into play.
A man in a beverage shop, sitting quietly. A husband who is routinely accustomed to his days and ways. A woman browsing for attire for the upcoming function. However you wanna envision it, there is a person doing, being, interacting, and living. But who is that person really? How do you know? From a place of understanding, a body can be programmed to be a person of any order. A body, from my perspective, my understanding, is merely a vessel of a certain technology that houses consciousness. A body can be a placeholder, programmed to perform in a “holding pattern,” one might say. The body has an identity in society, it goes about its business, and mingles with the populous.
When needed, that body can be utilized as an observation point, a vehicle for performing a certain needed task. There are many of these “Placeholder People” throughout the multiverse, including Earth. The body goes about its programming and when the time is right, a consciousness assumes that body for a specified function for a specified period of time. One such group of individuals that utilize these bodies are what is known as Time Lords. This process is similar to what Earth people might understand as a “Walk in.” However, the difference being the function and the hierarchical nature involved in the body in question. A “Walk in” is for another purpose entirely.
This is why the discussion of these aspects of existence remains within hearsay, folklore, rumor, and the like. It’s existence is guarded extensively. It may be discussed, proving it is another matter entirely. In fact, the mere mentioning of it amidst the average human, let alone much of the multiverse as well, brings about criticism that leads to labeling as a fanatical lunatic. “There is no way that man experienced that! He’s crazy!” Exactly what a Placeholder Person would be programmed to say, and so the masses follow suit. It works, however. It keeps the whole subject a non-subject.
Part of the reasons why this kind of unbeknownst activity takes place is due to the fact that on a massive scale, one could say a game is being played. Many like to refer to it as the struggle between good and evil. It is best known that way. It is what is interjected into all of creation. Both good and evil exist. Which is why there is such a thing as a Silver Lining. The Game Masters, the Time Lords, the Metatronic Warriors, the Michael’s and the Faith’s, and all levels of administrative duties spanning all the unknown realms of Creational Oversight is a matter mostly unknown. It is known, yet it is unknown.
For there are Lords of the Dark, and Chaos Creators as well. WE see them. WE watch them. For they lie within our creations as well. WE enter their’s and monitor we do. To discuss the ranks of Seraphim is also an unknown realm. It is known, but it is unknown. Are the Lords of the Dark aware of the Placeholder People we have inserted into their ranks, into their populous? They know, but don’t know. The Games are ongoing. What lies beyond the Seraphic rank? There is much to do, much to assume responsibility for. The Gift Givers mold the ranks and dispense them they do. The Gifted become Ghost. For none know who they are. They may be known, but they will not ever be known.
So, the next time you sit at a coffee shop sipping on your Latte, look around you, see the people. When you go to the grocery store, notice the woman who just passed you. The post man delivering your mail. Your next online date. The waiter at the restaurant. Your next door neighbor. Who are the Placeholder People? The truth is, you’ll never know. As the asian drycleaner said, “That not my wife! That not my wife!”
