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'Don’t Fall For It'...
The Nephilim: Those Who from Heaven Came to Earth
It starts on a Tuesday.
You’re halfway through your coffee when the broadcast interrupts everything. Every channel. Every device. Not a hack. Something else. The footage shows them materializing in city centers across the globe. Not descending from ships. Just appearing. Tall figures, maybe nine feet, skin so pale it’s almost luminous. Armed with devices that don’t look like weapons until someone runs and finds out they are.
The declaration is simple: Earth’s governments are dissolved. Resistance is futile. New management has arrived. Report to your nearest government building within 72 hours for cataloging and integration. Everyone gets a chip. It’s for your safety. For resource distribution. For the new order.
Some pastor in Texas live-streams from his church, calling it the mark of the beast, telling people to refuse it at all costs. The stream cuts out. He’s gone. Not arrested. Just gone. A priest in Rome says the same thing. Vanished. A rabbi in Jerusalem. Gone. Within hours, anyone who speaks the words “mark of the beast” in public stops existing. No arrests. No trials. Just empty spaces where people used to be.
Work camps, maybe. Mass graves, possibly. Nobody knows because nobody who goes looking comes back with answers.
This isn’t how Hollywood said it would happen.
The Fiction We Were Sold
It’s garbage tactics dressed as spectacle, and it’s strategically absurd.
Think about what it actually takes to cross light-years of void. The energy expenditure alone would make our entire nuclear arsenal look like a disposable lighter. You’re not casually flying a fleet of city-sized warships across the galaxy just to park over Los Angeles and start vaporizing things. That’s not invasion strategy. That’s a fireworks show with a trillion-dollar budget, and it makes zero sense for a civilization that can manipulate spacetime.
If something wanted to conquer Earth, why would it announce itself? Why give primitives with stockpiled weapons time to mobilize? Why make yourself a target when you could already be here, embedded, invisible?
Hollywood sold us spectacle because the truth doesn’t sell tickets. Real conquest isn’t loud. It’s patient. It’s surgical. And it started long before anyone alive today was born.
How You Actually Invade a Planet
Here’s how it would really work.
