Intergalactic Summit

EVP (Electronic Voice Persona) is the apparition/vocal anomaly which research suggests are the souls of the afterlife perceived and recorded by the living and sensitive devices.

EVPM (Electronic Voice Persona Manipulation) is a career path Necromancers and Witches endeavor to master.

Aboard your ship you will need to update your firewalls with the latest versions of Anti-Malware and use connections that are tailored to maximize your data processing speeds with the least amount of signatures attached to your incoming packets.
The more signatures the more likely one of these traces is an EVPM.

As a Khai Alpha I am familiar with the spiritual ways of the Minmatar and realize the Ancient Amarrian roots from which I stem are that akin to these same principals.

This being said I am unaware how confused the other races in the Eve Cluster are considering they are more capitalistic, manipulative, corporate hive minded and zealous than the more God fearing and reverent Tribal Minmatar.

Of reverence and the Minmatar the Amarr have attempted to EVP manipulate (using EVPMs) they've irreversibly condemned their ties to religious organs and the enigma of understanding God as manic psychosis catalyzed by power and fear mongering.

Amarr EVPMs assume they are in control of afterlife. They instigate activity from dormant stages of death, séanceing hacked microphones with traditional religious doctrine designed with methodical torture and the subjugation of their own populations.

Mirth in Empire is too low to support these zealous sad ghosts. There is a surplus of integrating souls aboard every ship in the cluster and those Amarr are beleaguering, persecuting, ignorant and lost.

Sleep will play a major proponent in dealing with the upheaval these generated, projected and wounded souls present.

Once connected to a mirthful ship, full of moral and intrigue, sci-fi addicts destined for greatness. They leave the Ouija board and the cannibal's candle behind. Sink their wet toilet paper looking non-corporeal essence into your terminal or view screen and try to co-exist: Trespassing within the realm of your spiritual awareness.

These souls are graceless, self-righteous and have no intention of questing for heaven or an afterlife void of judging your crew and your captainship. Being a nag is their idea of a heavenly time.

Those are Amarrian. Bastards!

Minmatar.

I will warn you.

There are sects of your celestial organs, heavenly plots and Cabalic miscreants that also require addressing.

The Beasts.

Let it be known that the immortal souls that trespass, demonize or haunt the living flesh are never,
and I mean never, to be considered animal kingdom.

The Beast who is immortal, and their numbers dwindle, was a human who died and made a coffin of an animal.

So long these souls imagined themselves as part of the animal kingdom these days many of them don’t remember having been human and have no concept of peace in the afterlife.

From whales, (who it is reveled are most evil and vindictive) to lions; I as a spiritually aware space farer can only sigh at their fates as gravity wells take the mirthless into lakes of fire across the cosmos.

Back to Amarr. The real threat to Eve.

They are drawing mirth from their own inability to conceive heaven.

Their pleasures are entwined with your own failures. This is why they must be driven into the lakes of fire at star and planet center gravity mass.

How to drive these judgmental zealots into the lakes of fire?

Tell them when they approach you about the riches of heaven: The rivers of gold, the silver and the platinum. When they eagerly search for these minerals in order to satisfy the greed of their abusers; Slavers. They will find themselves in a delve they will never return whence.

Control your dreams and keep them extravagant.

The more elaborate and outlandish the more gold and silver one will need to 'wilt' to the demands of these afterlife Cabalic zealots.

You know you can’t afford a ‘Golden Fleet’.

Where does one come up with that kind of money?

Heaven of course!

At the center of your closest planetary structure.

-ottout

Whatcha talkin' bout Ottom?

Can't say I ever cared for religion.

I mean, we've all died, right? We've all felt those few seconds it takes for the clone to have the conciousness transmitted.

Pretty sure I didn't see any afterlife. Unless being stuck with you lot counts as Hell.

...Which it might, come to think of it.

Yup, this is hell. Welcome to the realisation that your afrerlife is just as meaningless and devoid of joy as your life was. If you wish to go to cappsuler heaven, I can arrange it for a small fee of 100 million ISK.

According to the shamans there is no heaven. There is only that spirit place that is kind of a mirror to the physical one. A mirror. So not heaven.

Well, the Amarr believe that there is a heaven. Likely comes with endless plains and fields and plenty and all that. Their heaven has a rather high bar for entry, though.

You know I'd actually forgotten how interested you were in different cultures' takes on occultism? So I guess ...

Symbolically loaded, check. Arcane and obscure, check. Open to wildly varying interpretations that's each likely to work about as well as the next, check.

It kind of seems like you and Mr. Ephesianos might get on really well this way, Mr. Nauplius; at this point I'm not sure it matters whether he means it more as poetry than as a literal description of reality.

Of worship I know about trying to identify with God.

I can express that God Wills to be known through the good works of the people whose lives It has touched.

If you don't have anything good to say about God, if you don't have a bountiful God to share with the world, why worship this demon?

lay off the boosters man. you're rambling more than the brain addled bums... I mean shamans... back home.