Willing to go without payment in the year 329,554,608 AM


Money. Dollars. Cents. These are the three three things that sink everyone’s hearts. Not wanting this problem, very early on, I gave God complete control of my fiances. Even now, any income I get, I ask God to find a way to take 100% of it. Many people have commented that just sitting down, I exude a peace that they simply can’t yank out of me. Is it possible to give everyone a taste of a currency-less economy? How about all we have to do is make products and give them over to God as barter for all that we possess already? That way, He can decide whether to sell, give away as Charity or even sell our products as His own at several discounted prices. It does suck that we would not be able to make a huge profit out of our hard work to get a yacht to retire in. However, the happiness of everyone - including us - would be taken care of. 

More importantly, if you believe that you are living in the final days, the peace of mind that people covet more than gold will shield us as long as we forego payment. God has a way of paying people for all the work they have done whether they choose to hand those products over to Him or not. But, receiving payment is an entirely different beast as several other equally deserving people are also waiting for the same thing. The society is plagued by a bitterness of not having gotten paid a fair price for the quality and quantity of their products. The best course of action then is to just write it off as a debt, keep on making new podcasts - both better ones and more of them - and keep your expectations to just staying afloat.

So, the last cycle of trying to refuse to act like a weaker member of the society was a total of 40,353,607 years. So, the next one will be seven times that number (7*40,353,607 = 282,475,249.) This time, every full two hundred and eighty two million, four hundred and seventy five thousand, two hundred and forty nine years, we get to see if we can go without the dollar. To come up with the exact year of that moment, we add 282,475,2497 to the previous date of 47,079,358 plus the one extra year to do the actual celebration, bringing us to the year 329,554,608 AM. This is also the last one still in the million bracket. For subsequent lessons, it is a blessing in and of itself that we have billions of years to master them. I wonder why those that would have cherished an opportunity to realize these dreams are not here and the answer that no one can stand their presence reverberates in my soul. They have a bad habit of taking over and ruining everything and we all wish that someone would have told them that quiet prayer is the key to longevity: not strutting your stuff in front of everyone. No one of the people that have colonized any other people group is here: in fact there are zero Aryan, Caucasian and Spanish people here (not even part-that.)


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Pharaohs ruled the pangea. Yes, there were other people alive way, way, way before the Garden of Eden; and in fact the reason God created me was to bail out the lowest class that suffered an unbearable number of abuses from the higher ones. About 12 billion people were on earth at the time powering a single system they treated as one nation with incomprehensible power. When the twelve Sphinxes (Pharoah’s mistresses) prayed for the whole earth, hydrofluoric acid ruled everyone’s minds controlling their thoughts. All the whole while, employees were thinking that they were getting good help to be able to do their job well. The problem (I figure) was with artists of the day (because they exuded the appearance of beauty in every way) who helped women that wanted to sleep with the king.

I am sure that you can relate with me naming the beast if you consider all the temptations you have had in your own personal lives. Our weakness to them stems from the fact that since everyone is supposed to produce good work with artistic precision, we tend to fall for their help. Instead of coming up with that artistry using our own bodies, we end up bumming the major artists of the day to set our work straight for us. This practice has ended up working against us because at best, this causes a disuse of the members of our own spiritual bodies. At best, it empowers those we have consulted, giving them absolute authority over our lives. Let’s face it, our products attribute either good or bad to our surnames. When you hear that she is wearing Calvin Kelin, you know what to expect and the product’s reputation dictates the weight of the name.

JJ & I stay in deep thoughts regarding this matter - and me having averted the fall - and use this Sabbath day to come clean before God. Tears start to trickle down my face while JJ sits across the round table drinking something with a smell so distinct that I had to have a cup of java for myself. “Thank you for thinking of me, but how did you ever start inquiring about me?” JJ told me that he has been doing past/ future things with the rest of heaven trying to overturn the biggest negative events of our history. For me, they apparently determined that another chance to choose was appropriate. Through the power of pulsars (the dimension that only Lucifer can use for travel before JJ:), the crew was able to transport me into another parallel universe where everything in the galaxy exists multiple times. I told them that fruits - God told me vehemently - were meant FOR animals (instead of for humans.) JJ added that taking animals’ food away is like preparing them for death much like the holocaust. While we both laughed at the full circle, I started to get depressed thinking about how I said no to the fiancée God had for me. JJ pressed me to spit out whatever was bothering me by going after noticing my deeply vexed expression.


We understand enough about your fragile human brains to know that you probably have questions about the sudden appearance of a race of technologically superior space beings on your intergalactic doorstep. Our Human Affairs Officer has prepared some answers below.

  • There are a few planets in the constellation Canis Minor unknown to humans. Most of us call the planet Strogador home, but some of the crew hails from the surrounding systems.

  • Yes!!!!!!!! Please trust us!!! PLEASE!

  • No. When we step off our spacecraft, we’re basically “holding our breath” the way humans would underwater. We’re able to do it for several hours before needing to re-board the ship for some of our fresh air.

  • We use the stars primarily as a map for travel, but sure, they could be a map for our personalities, too!

  • About 75%, which is as much DNA as you share with a chicken. This makes you poor test subjects, so no worries there!

  • Earth is our favorite planet to visit because of how quaint it is. Similar to how humans from big cities like to visit a small town for the simpler environment but then are glad to get back to the city.

  • From afar, we are not able to figure out the rules, but we do enjoy watching the crowds react to the players running around.

  • Our understanding of time is very different from yours. Let’s just say roughly about a hundred times longer than your civilization has existed.

  • The official language of Canis Minor is Canish.

  • Friends! We want to share new experiences, our deepest darkest secrets and funny memes.

  • They’re both so cute! Nothing beats Ooflas, our own little companions, though. We had to leave them at home with a friend.

  • We understand not all humans have the time or access to travel, but honestly, every inch of your planet has something to brag about!

  • Our physical forms are much more malleable than the human body. This allows us to adapt to new environments across the cosmos. When we are on Earth, we choose to look more similar to humans for your own comfort.

  • Obviously, we have names! Ask us and we'll tell you. Just like meeting a new human friend.

  • Please don’t scream or run away! No one likes being greeted that way. Just say “howdy,” or however else you’d greet a normal human friend.

  • Not humans, if that’s what you’re wondering.

  • Technically, you could. However, because of temporal anomalies as you approach the speed of light, by the time you returned to Earth, everyone you know and love would no longer be alive.

  • Astral Paddle is the cosmos’ fastest-growing sport. We’d love to show you how it’s played.

  • It has taken hundreds of years to get your attention! Now that we have it, we want to make our efforts worthwhile. So, we’ll be around awhile.

  • Because we can change forms, sometimes we have tentacles, sometimes we don’t, whatever works best for the situation.

  • Sigh. You really need to stop asking.