You too, dear reader, have beheld these images & received these messages, for they bombard all of the earth at all hours of the day & night. Most of you have subconsciously chosen to ignore them for they confuse & frighten you. Yea, friends, they are with you at this very moment, tho your fear & ignorance blocks them from your mind. & This hurts them, my sucklings. This hurts the Cnidarians for they wish you to know of their Fiery Rain.
Open your eyes, children. Open your minds & your hearts to the message of the Jellies. For theirs is an ode to the beauty of this planet... & a warning to those of us who abuse & destroy it. Visions of Jellyfish float in your Guinness & your Mountain Valley sparkling spring water. They ooze from your showerheads. They hang suspended in your orange jello (honor them -- include them in your list of favorite bites, along with seedless grapes & cherry halves). Yea, my pretties, watch as they ride the waves in the sea of air that surrounds you, for they are there also. You breathe them into your lungs & absorb them thru your pores each & every second.
Friends, you must take the Jellyfish into your hearts. You must accept their message & embrace the impending Fiery Rain of their physical arrival. Read, yea, HEED the words of the Streets. Study their message for it is the word of Cnidaria. Live its intent & glorify the upcoming tentacalian epiphany with psalms & praiseful hymns. Convert... & then convert others. For this Earth belongs to the Jellies. All its inhabitants belong to the Jellies. WE belong to the Jellies, & proof of this fact is hidden only by your self-chosen blindness. Receive sight, my lufflies, & you too shall receive bliss.
Operative S, The Humble One