As they partied all over the 60+ evergreen trees. the Watchers saw me coming, so they imaged up a familiar person pushing giant needles, amongtheir own sludge of syringes and needles, keeping their own quotas of being injected, so becoming hive minded, they can ascend into the skies, serving the Watchers and their bosses, continually pushing their Mark from many positions within, and somewhat outside of Earth's Firmament.
 Watchers are the intrusive losers out for the tares, yet they also seek to turn the wheat into tares. Soul farmers one of them claimed to be, are seeking those who follow their own soul (self), or seeking to influence those who don't, to do so.