Intergalactic Summit

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MHM-HMH... for those who see acronyms in everything.

PART ONE: PREAMBLE AND MEANDER

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As technology and science take quanticalistical leaps forward every day, there's simply no denying that our species will continue to analyse, quantify and qualify it's effects on our day-to-day lives, thusly stressing the letter 'q' to the point of terminal entropy, a fate that awaits sentients, the proletariat and everything-in-between, such is our plainly moribund destiny.

Moreover, it is a universal truth that there are some things science can never successfully explain to the quarter-wit. In deed mere science is truly left lackaday when it comes to all manner of unseen, un-witnessed things supernatural, which we could all simply describe as a lost resource stolen from us by our own unfettered, unclean, smorgasbord of chicanery and hubris. Indeed , I put it to you, that the bunsen-burner can take us so far -but no further.

As a bona-fide fortune-teller, my time spent previously (and very discretely) advising many IGS members on the finer details of some pretty scurrilous (and always alarming) personal psychic conundrums, Halete, was a great success, not least in part because given the right extra-sensory tools (at birth, in my case) anyone can seek to commune or otherwise be in harmony with those things that go bump in the night or inhabit your balustrade or oriel, thirty-seven stories from the nearest lonely lamp-post in the wee small hours as you think you're sleeping securely under your 32-tog duvet, and thus be of great service.

Some are not so fortunate at birth and dismiss the supernatural as non-existent or at best a conspiracy of those who have too much free time on their hands, such as Lord Vaari, the Exalted One, the Bane of Mjolnir et cetera.

But whereas he (Vaari) receives platform shoes and books with secrets as gifts or the Royal Ammatar Engineering Corps, by default, receives the bloody barbed-wire gift of turncoatery --the pantegruelian psychic receives the more enduring blessing of a gift that goes the extra astronomical if not paranormal, mile -- extra-temporal dialogues during the very first moments of their lives and far far beyond in this anti-hystaminical -and, for some, ecumenical -pink saucerful of wonder we call 'The Cluster'. Some say it is in our waters, but that's a boat to be pushed out another day.

I hope this has been useful to you all, and in part two we might easily discuss the Proofs of our Endeavours beyond all paper-thin critiques of any variety from any workmanlike source and beyond.

See you soon, gentle disbelievers. May your descendents look kindly upon you from the furthest eons.

Until next time.

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I had wondered where you'd gone off to.

I don't care what anyone else says, this is hilarious. Keep it up.

Well, your words are certainly flowing through me, sweeping understanding before them...

This is a mode of communication quite unlike any I've experienced before. All the words within the message have their meanings, and yet their combined force seems to transcend meaning! fascinating!

What exactly is this again?

No. There'd be more profanity.

I shall brook no further impediment, Andreus. Thank you.


This is not all that there is. We are more than we seem to be -Stitcher.

Sorcery.

To be fair, if you wanted a journal, you should have been writing in a journal.

How many articles of clothing and/or bottles of Chest Wound to speed this time up?

Well, I am afraid that I didn't understand at least half of that. Unfortunately, my dictionary is limited mostly to military applications, so I need some help (if you don't mind) to understand this.

For example, what does 'extra-sensory' mean? I know there are radar, ladar, magnetometric and gravimetric sensors in use. Is this a new word for multispectral?