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2024.05.19 10:58 Davicho77 New JWST image showcases the Orion Bar, a striking diagonal ridge of gas and dust sculpted by the intense radiation from young, hot stars in the Orion Nebula. This feature, exemplifies a photodissociation region (PDR), offering a fascinating glimpse into stellar influence on cosmic structures.

New JWST image showcases the Orion Bar, a striking diagonal ridge of gas and dust sculpted by the intense radiation from young, hot stars in the Orion Nebula. This feature, exemplifies a photodissociation region (PDR), offering a fascinating glimpse into stellar influence on cosmic structures. submitted by Davicho77 to spaceporn [link] [comments]


2024.05.18 17:59 United_Patriots The Nature of Orion [44] - Shadowdance

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"Will he live?"
The Kolshian doctor ensured that the IV line was set properly in the arm, given feathers and fur tended to get in the way. But he knew what he was doing, and the needle slipped beneath the skin without protest. Confident that the connection was good, he stepped back, taking in the full form of Kalsim with bulbous orange eyes.
The captain was better off than when they found him in the cave, but that wasn't saying much. Naked, delirious, covered in blood, and on the brink of death. His guard wasn't doing much better, spare the mortal injury, but hysterical regardless. He was talking now, but Kalsim wasn't so lucky.
"Barely, maybe. I'm surprised he survived for as long as he did, given the extent of the gash." He regarded the large compress wrapped around the captains chest. Underneath, teal colored medigel worked feverishly to repair the wound. "I'm gonna say the makeshift bandage saved his life."
"Good thinking on his guards part, bad on mine." The other observer sighed. "If only we just escorted him through, all of this could've been avoided. But that's in the past now. Did you manage to preform a brain scan yet?"
The doctor shook his tail. "Unfortunately, it's better to wait until he's stable to run the scan through."
The other thought for a moment. "Do it now."
The doctor was taken slightly aback. "But sir, doing a brain scan on him, in this condition? There's a real chance that the process might kill him."
"I know the risk, but its one we have to take. If he dies, we lose our only piece on the board."
"Are you sure? How useful are his memories to us? Don't we need him alive?"
The other walked to the beside, and gently stroked a tentacles across Kalsim's chest. It carried with it small flakes of violet blood, which a single rub turned to dust.
"We don't need his body, but we need his mind. No matter what happens, we continue on as planned. Understand?"
The doctor was still hesitant, tentacles and tail rapping fidgeting nervously. "Alright, I can get it done. I'm just telling you now that I don't think this is a good idea."
"Nothing we've done so far has been a good idea." The other stepped back from the bed, and moved to exit the small medbay. "But we do what's necessary."
The doctor began the process of setting up the brain scan, while the other made for the door. He took one step out, before he raised his tentacle, and turned back to face the doctor.
"Oh, and do let me know when he wakes up. We have much to discuss."
Memory transcription subject: Kalsim, Captain, United Federation Fleet
Date [standardized human time]: December 31st, 2136
It was not the sound of Kelum's voice that awoke me, nor the agony pulling my chest apart. My first sense of awareness was entirely lacking them, replaced instead by a repeating electronic beat, and what sounded like someone rustling around inside of a cabinet. And pressing against by body was not the ungrateful chill of bare rock, but a plush mattress and soft sheets.
Am I...dead?
Opening my ideas left me staring across what appeared to be a small medbay. At least, it looked like any medbay I would find on one of my ships. Taking the place of the usual zurulian personnel, however, was a kolshain, a deep green, donned in a coat, tentacles shifting through a cabinet hanging over the basin.
"W-where am I?"
The kolshian spun around instantaneously, eyes widened at the sound of my frail voice. "Stars above, your awake." He rushed to my side and began scanning over my face. "How are you feeling? Any pain, any grogginess?"
Maybe I'm not dead? "I...feel fine, I think. The pain is gone, at least."
The kolshain nodded. "Then the medigel did its work, thank the stars above. It looks like your going to be alright."
I looked down to see a large bandage wrapped around my chest, much more professional than the rags that Kelum used as a substitute. In place of the pain, a soothing cold projected from where my wound presumably laid. That must be the medigel he's talking about. I moved my wing around as a bit of a test, and found that besides a few twinges here and there, it was almost like I hadn't been raked at all.
"It's gonna take a couple of months for the wound to heal, and there's definitely going to be a scar." The doctor placed a tentacle on my shoulder. "But you should be able to walk up and about no problem. Do you feel like walking?"
"I...I guess?"
"Alright, let me help you here." A tentacle wrapped around my wing as he gently helped me out of the bed. Placing my legs down on the panel floor felt odd at first, likely the lingering effects of whatever painkillers they pumped into me. But however awkward it was, I could move.
"I gotta say Kalsim, your quite resilient. I've never seen someone survive a wound like that."
I coughed, but it only produced a small wince. "Well, maybe I just have a reason to go on."
"Yes, yes..." The doctor looked towards the door, before concerned eyes turned back to me. "Are you sure that your alright?"
"Yes, I think so..." I paused as I remembered the first question that came to mind. "Where am I? Where's Kelum?"
"Your guard is safe, no worries. He was concerned about you, so he'll be glad to know your up and about."
"Can I see him?"
Some of the doctors compassion seemed to slip away. "Not at the moment. There's more important matters to attend to."
It was then I noticed his other tentacle slipping a holopad back into his pocket. "We're you just talking to someone?"
He looked to the door. "Someone that want's to talk to you. I can bring you to him, if you like?"
"Who?"
"It's better if you meet him in person. He can explain everything."
My mind immediately went to the most obvious possibility: Could this be the person who sent me the note? I was suddenly filled with a mix of anticipation and dread. The person who revealed that my old home still existed, but who's cryptic nature nearly led to my death. He could be friend or foe, ally or enemy. He promised me an out, but it could all still be a lie. A gift wrapped box hiding a live grenade inside, ready to blow up in my face.
But it seemed that no matter what, I would have to talk to him.
"Bring me to him."
I quickly realized that the medbay was just another part of the maze-like facility me and Kelum entered in what felt like months ago. The same confusing layout, the same matte steel panel floors and ceilings, the same sickly green light bars, the same signs leading to the same places. Quarters, Maintenance, Observation.
It was a short journey, but one that nearly sent my nerves jumping out of my skin. My mind was alight with possibilities of who the person could be and what he wanted. Why did he need my help? Why not anyone else? Was it because this facility held a past dear to me? Or was there something that I wasn't seeing here? That last option felt more the case as we neared our destination.
Finally, we stepped through a doorway leading back into the familiar room. The consoles still lay dormant, the sanctuary light still blasted through the (now damaged) viewport. And standing shadowed near the edge,
SQUAW!
The sudden screech threw me back for a second, for there wasn't just a person standing at the window. Accompanying the man was one of those birds, green and gold, the very same that plucked that lizard from right in front of me and Kelum. Its sharp beaked plucked seeds from the outstretched teal tentacle before it, beady forward facing eyes planted firmly on the kolshian's face. He let the bird feed for a moment longer before his appendage returned to his side, and he turned to face me directly.
"Ah, Kalsim. I'm glad to see you up and about."
He was well above middle age, that much was clear. His voice crackled like the pages of an ancient tome, carrying knowledge and wisdom of a lifetime and more. His face was creased and spotted, his eyes were beginning to dull, and his back was beginning to damper. But he was proud and determined, all carried in a demeanor that seemed to disdain the very concept of age itself.
And that demeanor also carried a permeating aura of authority. In the gilded bands and rings around his sleeves, in the robes tailored only for those select few, in the necklace around his neck born with the symbol of the Chiefdom. Yet he was not gaudy or audacious. The blue fabric was well maintained, but not perfect. The guild shone, but was not spotless. He was powerful, but not infallible, and that he knew well.
He was unlike any shadow caste member I had ever met.
"I will see myself out." The doctor bowed before he took his leave, shutting the door in his wake.
The shadow caste member sighed. "I tell him that he doesn't need to bow, but he never listens. My colleagues leave their impression, let me tell you."
He stepped down from the observation platform, prompting the bird to fly back out the broken window. He watched it fly away, only turning back when it finally disappeared over the canopy. His tail bent in a manner that suggested happiness.
"Beautiful creatures, are they not? I can't exactly recall the name, it's probably in the archives somewhere. But I'm sure it's more than befitting of their elegance. Your people had a talent for names, even still to this day."
He stepped up in front of me, standing just slightly below my eye level.
"I'm sure you have plenty of questions, so ask away."
I was surprised at how casual he was being with all this, given that I nearly died. Is this just an act, or is he really this laid back? It would've helped if I knew his actual name.
"Who are you?"
"Ah, that's simple. I am Maronis, and before you ask, yes, I was the one to send you the note."
Maronis. The name didn't ring familiar, despite my numerous interactions with the caste. "I don't recall you."
"I didn't expect you too." He began to walk around, sliding tentacles over the dead consoles. "Truthfully, I'm one of the less prominent members of the caste. Partly because I prefer it that way, partly because I'm not the most popular."
"Popular?"
"Yes, the caste hasn't taken a particular liking to me, and that's entirely my fault. I don't apologize, and they don't expect me too. However, it has left me, how shall I say, rather uniformed."
He stopped his wandering, and turned to face me directly. His causal disposition did turn out to be an act, for a grave expression quickly took its place.
"There are happenings, Kalsim. Happenings that threaten to bring the Federation to its knees. I need your help to stop them."
"Happenings?" I had the feeling he was being intentionally vague. Or maybe... "What do you mean, happenings?"
Maronis sighed, before closing the gap and placing a tentacle on my shoulder. "Like I said, I'm rather uniformed. In that respect we are the same. Come with me."
He guided me over to the viewport, where a warm breeze blew threw the broken window. The 'sun', now nearing the horizon, sent long shadows cascading over the hills and treetops. The town laid shadowed in the center.
"Tell me Kalsim, what do you believe the purpose of this place to be?"
The answer seemed obvious now. "Some sort of habitat for pre-contact life from Nishtal."
He nodded. "In some sense, you are correct."
"In some sense?"
His eyes glowed brightly as he stared towards the horizon. "When the Federation first began on its endeavors, our government initially insisted on the complete extermination of all predator flora and fauna. The farsul, scholars that they are, disagreed, believing there to be some value in maintaining at least some samples of predatory life. Whether for the purpose of study, or that scholarly disposition towards collection."
"Eventually, they came to a compromise, whereby the farsul could maintain their little collection, as long as it was well isolated from the rest of the galaxy. It's why their archives are located a kilometer below their oceans, and why this place is here."
"As the Federation expanded, they constructed hundreds of facilities just like this. For centuries, they served their purpose without issue. And that's where the story should have ended."
But it didn't was the statement left unsaid. And something inside told me it had to do with the discovery in the cave.
"Me and Kelum, we found a skeleton of an arxur in that cave. And the town...people used to live here, didn't they?"
The 'sun' now began to dip below the horizon, and the habitat began to grow dim. Somewhere off in the distance, the calls that became somewhat familiar died into the falling darkness.
"I believe your intuition to be correct. This place was once a facility of observation, transformed into one of experimentation. To what ends, well that remains to be seen."
He turned back to me as the light finally disappeared, rendering his already teal complexion a further decomposed green.
"And I believe that this is, or was, part of a larger plot that I've yet to be let in on. I only know it by its code name, Clear Sky. A secret so important that all besides its name is to be kept from even fellow members of the shadow caste. And you know how secrets can be dangerous little things. At once seeming so minor, yet carrying the capacity to bring down entire nations, civilizations, in one fell swoop."
Maronis brought his tentacles behind his back, and began to pace the room once again. "Now let me ask you another question, Kalsim. Why does the Federation stand today?"
I watched him circle as I processed the question. "I...don't know what you mean."
"Well think about it. The Federation is responsible for numerous crimes against sapience. The destruction of entire cultures, histories, ideals inconvenient to our rule. We wage a war that we both know continues only for its sake. We stand at the core of an empire whose foundation is built on blood and bone, and we revel in it. Any sane world would have long ago rejected us. So tell me, why does the Federation stand today?"
The way he talked so casually about the essential destruction of forty four distinct species, including my own, should have given me pause. But maybe that's the point. Maybe it's because we can talk about it at all. Maybe because...
"It's no secret."
Maronis stopped, turned to face me again, and for the first time since the conversation began, let a small smile lift the corners of his mouth.
"Its. No. Secret. For centuries upon centuries, this galaxy has come to understand us, the cured, the values that we propagate, the foundations of our empire, to be the true predator, and all because one species decided not to become its prey. And from that point forward, we have had to fight for every single tiny ounce of legitimacy, to convince others that we are the path forward when reality tells of an otherwise case. And that struggle," he raised a single appendage to the air, "that is what has granted our Federation strength. For despite it all, we have crafted the most powerful polity this galaxy has ever known, and likely will know."
He paused to take a breath.
"But, to those of a less intelligent disposition," I could almost see the urge to mention Nikonus by name ripple across the kolshian's skin, "to those whose analysis errs to the superficial, they do not see this strength. They see the agitations of the Shield and the Coalition, factions which in reality can be crushed with but a flick of a tentacle. They see the furthering acceptance of the arxur, a natural product of their ideologies inevitable decay. They only see the superficial, because they only desire the superficial."
"So imagine, for a moment, if the conquest of Skalga was an uninterrupted process. If the Federation had never been given pause to reflect. What then, Kalsim?"
I'd almost forgotten that I was a part of the conversation, given how long and, dare I say, passionate his little speech had been. But reflecting on his question, the answer only seemed obvious.
"The secret would have been maintained. The Federations true nature, lacking the intervention of the Venlil, would have in all likelihood never been revealed."
"And what would it have done," Maronis continued my train of thought, "but grant the superficial strength so many seem to desire? The Federation, supreme in its power, free to enact its will upon the entire galaxy, no obstacle standing in its way."
"But secrets are a dangerous thing. Uncontested power is no different. It breeds malaise, complacency, confidence. Combine them together, well, that's an easy way to bring down an empire."
The logic seemed sound, if not common sense. "If what the Federation did only came out now, it would be chaos. Entire species suddenly discovering they're the monsters they've been led to hate the entire time. The Federation, it would just tear itself apart."
"Exactly." Maronis stepped forward. "And it's why I need your help. Because me and you both understand that there can be no more secrets if the Federation is to survive. And more than anything else, that is what we both desire. Correct me if I'm wrong."
Maronis looked up to me as I considered what I did truly want. Because what I wanted was always a product of what the shadow caste wanted, what Nikonus wanted. They told me what to do, what to say, how to act. Constantly kept an officer at my side, making sure that I toed the line perfectly. So what did I want?
"I don't know."
But far from disappointment, or shock, Maronis looked almost like he expected that answer. "You've been on a leash so long you've forgotten how to fly. I know what Nikonus wants to do with you, to make you another pawn in his game to create a forever war with humanity. A delusional plan born from the ideological dredges that can only be described as his mind. And I know you want no part his game. So like I promised, I'm giving you an out."
But that only raised the obvious question, "How do I know I won't just become your pawn as well?"
"Because," he expected that response as well, "unlike Nikonus, I'm giving you a choice. You can walk out of here, pretend that this place and this conversation never existed. Of course," he took in the bandage, "the wound would be hard to explain. I doubt falling down a flight of stairs would do that, but that's all besides the point."
"And you wouldn't make me disappear, suffer an accident, two gunshots to the back of the head?"
"Smart of you to consider that, but no, I don't work that way. At least, with people I consider allies. And even if you walk away, I know you would side with me if it came down to it."
He looked out to the habitat, which was now bathed in dim glow of a false moon. The wails echoed through the night, met with like-minded calls across the ancient expanse. So called stars twinkled across the dome, forming the constellations that once stared down at me every night. Maronis looked upon it all with no small amount of appreciation.
"I brought you here to remind you of what the Federation took from you, and so many others like you, all in the service of predator and prey."
"But predator and prey is all but dying. The continuing acceptance of the arxur and humanity serves as prime evidence to that point. Those who cling to it have condemned themselves to die alongside it. And if they succeed, if Clear Sky becomes manifest, they'll drag the entire galaxy down with them too. Of that I am sure."
"But you don't even know what Clear Sky is, you said so yourself."
"But I know what the caste wants, and you know what they want: To have predator and prey to define this galaxy in perpetuity. Clear Sky can only serve that end. The path that the rest of the caste seems want to take, even if it succeeds, will bring ruin to the Federation."
There were still lingering doubts, but those were inconsequential in comparison to the evident truth. If Nikonus got the war he desired, it would spell the end of the Federation. Humanity, the Coalition, Jones, they had no interest in playing along like the Dominion. They would go for the throat before the shadow caste even had a chance to get out of bed.
And even if they did, what then? Whose to say the rest of the galaxy would go along too? Humanity was no arxur, that was plain for everyone to see. Fuck, even the sivkit found it in themselves to see humanity for who they truly were. At that point, waging a war against humanity on the grounds of 'fighting predators' would be tantamount to sticking a gun in our collective mouth and pulling the trigger.
Either way, if Maronis was telling the truth, the Federation was doomed, unless the shadow caste was stopped, unless Clear Sky was put down.
"What would you have me do?"
Maronis nodded his tail and he spoke in a stern report. "Nikonus believes you to be a loyal pawn. Use that against him. Find out the true nature Clear Sky, then kill it in its cradle. But most importantly, do whatever it takes to ensure that Clear Sky remains a secret. If any inkling of it reaches the public, that could spell the end of the Federation. To that end, no sacrifice is too great."
"Whatever it takes?"
He leaned in closer. "Whatever it takes."
He stepped back, and some of his casual demeanor seemed to return, if not fully.
"And if you don't think you can do that, leave. But if think you can," he raised one tentacle up, and held it out before me, "then I think we can help each other."
He wanted a handshake. That human gesture, their way of signalling agreement.
And it brought for that great dilemma once again. Whether this was an act, or an out. Whether I would once again sign my life away, or finally take a step towards freedom.
After all I've done, all I've been forced to do, what I'm meant to do...It could be an escape, or I could be doing it all over again.
But I looked out the window again, heard the calls of the wilds robbed from my people by the organization whose member was now promising to bring it all to an end. Me, my people, we could have this all. After a thousand years, we could finally fly free, or have our wings clipped once and for all.
And all it took was a handshake.
"So Kalsim, what will it be?"
I recalled what I told Kelum, standing on the brink of death: It only took a thousand years, but things are finally back to normal.
It was a lie, but it didn't have to be. Not anymore.
So I raised my wing, took his tentacle in my talon, and shook to the future of the Federation.
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Omnivoracious Listeners New Music Newsletter (Week of May 19th):
New LPs:
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🇺🇸 Almanac Man - 'Terrain' (Genre: Noise Rock)
🇺🇸 Altar of Gore - 'Litanies of the Unceasing Agonies' (Genre: Black Death)
🇻🇪 Ancient Settlers - 'Oblivion's Legacy' (Genre: Melodic Death Metal, Metalcore)
🇺🇸 Animal, Surrender! - 'Animal, Surrender!' (Genre: Post-Rock)
🇺🇸 Ape Vermin - 'Andromedas Colossus' (Genre: Prog Sludge Metal)
🇺🇸 August Winter - 'Redemption' (Genre: Post Rock)
🇳🇱 Baardvader - 'When the Stars Arrive' (Genre: Stoner Doom)
🇺🇸 Babylon A.D. - 'Rome Wasn't Built in a Day' (Genre: Hard Rock)
🇬🇧 Bad Breeding - 'Contempt' (Genre: Hardcore Punk, Anarcho Punk)
🇺🇸 Baphorator - 'I.B.L.I.S.' (Genre: Black Death)
🇺🇸 Bat - 'Under the Crooked Claw' (Genre: Speed Metal)
🇺🇸 Bermuda Squares - 'Outsider' (Genre: Garage Punk)
🇺🇸 Billie Eilish - 'Hit Me Hard and Soft' (Genre: Pop)
🇺🇸 Blitzen Trapper - '100's of 1000's, Millions of Billions' (Genre: Alt Country, Folk Rock)
🇮🇹 Boleskine House - 'Miserabilist Blues' (Genre: Atmo Black Metal)
🇨🇦 Bootlicker - '1000 Yd. Bars' (Genre: D-Beat, Hardcore Punk)
🇺🇸 Botanist - 'Paleobotany' (Genre: Experimental Post-Black Metal)
🇺🇸 Burnt Sherpa - 'Last of Later' (Genre: Stoner Rock)
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🇺🇸 Candy Apple - 'Comatose' (Genre: Hardcore Punk)
🇺🇸 Cardiac Arrest - 'The Stench of Eternity' (Genre: Death Metal)
🇳🇱 Celestial Season - 'Mysterium III' (Genre: Death Doom)
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🇩🇪 Elvellon - 'Ascending Synergy' (Genre: Symphonic Metal)
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🇪🇸 Esclavitud - 'Stronger Than a God' (Genre: Heavy Metal)
🇫🇷 Etwas - 'Rites of the Damned - Chvpter. II' (Genre: Symphonic Metal)
🇺🇸 Excuse Me, Who Are You? - 'Double Blind' (Genre: Midwest Emo, Post-Hardcore)
🇺🇸 Extinguish - 'One Less Enemy' (Genre: Hardcore Punk)
🇺🇸 Extortionist - 'Devoid of Love & Light' (Genre: Deathcore)
🇮🇹 Forever Falling - 'The Determinism of Essence in Matter' (Genre: Death Doom)
🇸🇪 Freedom - 'Stay Free!' (Genre: Hard Rock)
🇺🇸 From Indian Lakes - 'Head Void' (Genre: Indie Pop)
🇺🇸 Gatecreeper - 'Dark Superstition' (Genre: Death Metal)
🇬🇧 Ghost Keeper - 'The Dread Legion' (Genre: Thrash Metal)
🇩🇪 Goblyns - 'Hunki Bobo' (Genre: Psych Rock)
🇺🇸 Göden - 'Vale of the Fallen' (Genre: Death Doom)
🇬🇧 Gumshoes - 'Cacophony' (Genre: Indie Pop, Indie Folk)
🇺🇸 Guppy - 'Something Is Happening' (Genre: Garage Rock)
🇺🇸 Guster - 'Ooh La La' (Genre: Art Rock, Pop Rock)
🇬🇧 Halloweens - 'Opera Singing at the Salsa Bar' (Genre: Pop Rock)
🇺🇸 Hardy - 'Psycho' (Genre: Country Rock, Post-Grunge)
🇺🇸 Heavy Feather & the Magic Word - 'Two-Way Mirror' (Genre: Psych Rock)
🇺🇦 Hell:On - 'Shaman' (Genre: Death Thrash)
🇺🇸 Hemotoxin - 'When Time Becomes Loss' (Genre: Prog Death Metal)
🇸🇪 Henry Kane - 'Circle of Pain' (Genre: Crust Punk, Grindcore)
🇺🇸 High Noon Kahuna - 'This Place Is Haunted' (Genre: Noise Rock)
🇺🇸 Home Invasion - 'Enemy' (Genre: Hardcore Punk)
🇧🇪 Hudič - 'Into the Abyss' (Genre: Heavy Metal)
🇺🇸 If Not for Me - 'Everything You Wanted' (Genre: Metalcore)
🇮🇹 I Hate My Village - 'Nevermind the Tempo' (Genre: Psych Rock)
🇫🇷 Inner Landscape - '3H33' (Genre: Post Metal)
🇨🇦 Intervals - 'Memory Palace' (Genre: Prog Metal)
🇺🇸 Jack Name - 'Fabulous Soundtracks' (Genre: Hypnagogic Pop, Neo Psychedelia)
🇺🇸 Jasta - '...And Jasta for All' (Genre: Thrash Metal)
🇺🇸 Jeff Kollman - '2023 AD' (Genre: Hard Rock, Heavy Metal)
🇬🇧 Jeff Slate - 'The Last Day of Summer' (Genre: Hard Rock)
🇺🇸 John Larson and the SIlver Fields - 'Constellation Prize' (Genre: Power Pop)
🇺🇸 John Oates - 'Reunion' (Genre: Blue Eyed Soul, Pop Rock)
🇺🇸 Joywave - 'Permanent Pleasure' (Genre: Indie Rock)
🇺🇸 Kate Hudson - 'Glorious' (Genre: Pop, Soft Rock)
🇺🇸 Kerry King - 'From Hell I Rise' (Genre: Thrash Metal)
🇺🇸 Kev and Cam - 'Kevin's Gate' (Genre: Prog Metal)
🇳🇱 Krezip - 'Music for Maximum' (Genre: Alt Pop Rock)
🇬🇧 Kulk - 'It Gets Worse' (Genre: Sludge Metal, Noise Rock)
🇺🇸 Lightheaded - 'Combustible Gems' (Genre: Jangle Pop)
🇺🇸 Littered With Arrows - 'No Doves Fly Above' (Genre: Sludge Metal, Noise Rock)
🇺🇸 Little Feat - 'Sam's Phone' (Genre: Southern Rock)
🇧🇪 Lovelorn Dolls - 'Deadtime Stories' (Genre: Alt Rock, Synthpop)
🇳🇱 Lucassen & Soeterboek's Plan Nine - 'The Long-Lost Songs' (Genre: Hard Rock)
🇫🇮 Lucidity - 'Escherian' (Genre: Melodic Death Metal)
🇧🇷 Madame Frankenstein - 'The Eyes of the Mountain Are Mine' (Genre: Stoner Doom)
🇺🇸 Magic Fig - 'Magic Fig' (Genre: Psych Rock, Psych Pop)
🇩🇰 Mansfield - 'For All the Right Reasons' (Genre: Indie Rock)
🇮🇹 Marea - 'The Silene of Rust' (Genre: Black Doom, Post Metal)
🇺🇸 Marty Friedman - 'Drama' (Genre: Prog Rock, Prog Metal)
🇩🇪 Meanwhile Project LTD - 'Sir Mandrill' (Genre: Prog Rock, Post-Rock)
🇺🇸 Mia Day - 'Hellier, Forever' (Genre: Indie Rock)
🇺🇸 Mineshaft - 'We've Taken This Too Far' (Genre: Screamo)
🇲🇽 Moonlight - 'Skogstronen' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇩🇰 Morbid Grave - 'The Slime Crawlers' (Genre: Death Metal)
🇺🇸 Mortal Reminder - 'Mortal Reminder' (Genre: Metalcore, Djent)
🇬🇧 Mutes - '...Buried Where You Stand' (Genre: Post-Punk, Noise Rock)
🇷🇸 Nadsvest - 'Slovo Meseca I Krvi' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇨🇦 Naomi King - 'Black Water' (Genre: Alt Rock)
🇨🇦 Necht - 'The Prophect of Karnifor' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇷🇸 Neven - 'U Svakom Srcu Gore Svetla' (Genre: Hardcore Punk)
🇺🇸 New Kids on the Block - 'Still Kids' (Genre: Boy Band)
🇺🇸 Nobody - 'Despair Is Where My Thoughts Swim' (Genre: Post-Black Metal)
🇺🇸 Nocturnus AD - 'Unicursal' (Genre: Tech Death Metal)
🇭🇺 Norms - '100% Hazaárulás' (Genre: Hardcore Punk)
🇦🇺 Northeast Party House - 'Enhancer' (Genre: Dance Punk)
🇺🇸 Of Montreal - 'Lady on the Cusp' (Genre: Indie Pop)
🇨🇦 Olim - 'Because' (Genre: Post-Black Metal)
🇺🇸 One Step Closer - 'All You Embrace' (Genre: Straight Edge Hardcore)
🇪🇸 Orion Child - 'Aesthesis' (Genre: Power Metal)
🇸🇪 Pain - 'I Am' (Genre: Industrial Rock, Electronic Rock)
🇺🇸 Pallbearer - 'Mind Burns Alive' (Genre: Doom Metal)
🇨🇦 Passage - 'Crystal' (Genre: Doom Metal)
🇺🇸 Pathology - 'Unholy Descent' (Genre: Brutal Death Metal)
🇦🇺 Peter Freebairn - 'Silhouettes & Cigarettes' (Genre: Pop Rock, Singer-Songwriter)
🇬🇧 Pig - 'Red Room' (Genre: Industrial Rock,, Industrial Metal)
🇪🇸 Pòstum-0 - 'Nueva Humanidad' (Genre: Hard Rock, Heavy Metal)
🇸🇪 PreHistoric Animals - 'Finding Love in Strange Places' (Genre: Prog Rock)
🇺🇸 Radar - 'Radar' (Genre: Pop Punk, Supergroup)
🇫🇮 Rats Will Feast - 'Hellhole' (Genre: Hardcore Punk)
🇳🇿 Rendered Helpless - 'From Nothing Comes All' (Genre: Slam Death Metal)
🇮🇩 Reveals - 'Attachment, Destruction and Extinction' (Genre: Atmo Black Metal)
🇩🇪 Rope Sect - 'Estrangement' (Genre: Gothic Rock)
🇨🇱 Rotten Tomb - 'The Relief of Death' (Genre: Death Metal)
🇺🇸 Salt on Sunday - 'A Docket of Votive Offerings' (Genre: Experimental Metal)
🇺🇸 Secrecies - 'Perfect Bite' (Genre: Dreampop)
🇺🇸 Sekengard - 'Creation's Veil' (Genre: Folk Metal)
🇬🇷 Serement - 'Abhorrent Invocations' (Genre: Blackened Death Metal)
🇲🇽 Servus - 'Cyclical Existence' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇺🇸 Shellac - 'To All Trains' (Genre: Noise Rock)
🇷🇺 Shokran - 'Duat' (Genre: Prog Metalcore)
🇬🇧 Shoshy - '誰​に​も (Darenimo)' (Genre: Dreampop)
🇳🇴 Sibiir - 'Undergang' (Genre: Hardcore Punk)
🇺🇸 Sludgeworth - 'Together Not Together' (Genre: Punk Rock)
🇺🇸 So Much Hope, Buried - 'I'd Be Lying to Say I'm Not Weak' (Genre: Post-Hardcore)
🇨🇭 SoulLine - 'Reflections' (Genre: Melodic Death Metal)
🇺🇸 SQÜRL - 'Music for Man Ray' (Genre: Psych Rock, Post-Rock)
🇧🇪 Stacks - 'Want' (Genre: Synthpop)
🇩🇰 Strychnos - 'Armageddon Patronage' (Genre: Black Death)
🇬🇷 Subfire - 'Blood Omen' (Genre: Symphonic Power Metal)
🇺🇸 Suck Brick Kid - 'The End Is What I Want' (Genre: Pop Punk)
🇺🇸 Sweat FM - 'You and I, We Were Born to Cry' (Genre: Punk Rock)
🇺🇸 System Exclusive - 'Click' (Genre: Synthpop)
🇺🇸 Telltale - 'Telltale' (Genre: Pop Punk)
🇮🇹 Tezza F. - 'Key to Your Kingdom' (Genre: Prog Power Metal)
🇨🇦 The Anti-Queens - 'Disenchanted' (Genre: Punk Rock)
🇺🇸 The Co Founder - 'Never Miss a Good Opportunity to Shut the Fuck Up' (Genre: Indie Rock)
🇬🇧 The Dave Foster Band - 'Maybe They'll Come Back for Us' (Genre: Prog Rock)
🇬🇧 The Howlers - 'What You've Got to Lose to Win It All' (Genre: Indie Rock)
🇺🇸 The Last of Lucy - 'Godform' (Genre: Tech Death)
🇬🇧 The Lovely Eggs - 'Eggistentialism' (Genre: Egg Punk, Psych Punk)
🇺🇸 The Macks - 'The Macks Are a Knife' (Genre: Indie Rock, Indie Punk)
🇺🇸 The Mountain Movers - 'Walking After Dark' (Genre: Psych Rock, Neo Psychedelia)
🇺🇸 Tim Easton - 'Find Your Way' (Genre: Country Blues, Roots Rock)
🇺🇸 Tolls - 'Plummet Through Agony' (Genre: Hardcore Punk)
🇺🇸 Torturer's Lobby - 'Deadened Nerves' (Genre: Death Thrash)
🇯🇵 角松敏生 (Toshiki Kadomatsu) - 'MAGIC HOUR ~Lovers at Dusk~' (Genre: City Pop, Jazz Fusion)
🇦🇺 Tropical Strength - 'Tropical Strength & the Silverbeats' (Genre: Indie Pop)
🇬🇧 Troy Redfern - 'Invocation' (Genre: Blues Rock)
🇺🇸 Twenty One Pilots - 'Clancy' (Genre: Indie Pop, Alt Rock)
🇺🇸 Tzompantli - 'Beating the Drums of Ancestral Force' (Genre: Death Doom)
🇮🇹 Ufomammut - 'Hidden' (Genre: Psych Doom)
🇸🇪 Universe III - 'Universe III' (Genre: Hard Rock)
🇩🇪 Unwesen - 'Irrsinnfonie' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇺🇸 (Un)worthy - 'This Present Darkness' (Genre: Death Metal, Deathcore)
🇯🇵 Valhalla - 'Memories of Yggdrasil' (Genre: Power Metal)
🇺🇸 Vitskär Süden - 'Vessel' (Genre: Heavy Psych)
🇺🇸 Ward White - 'Here Come the Dowsers!' (Genre: Art Rock)
🇺🇸 Warren Dunes - 'Aquamarine' (Genre: Indie Pop)
🇨🇦 William Shatner - 'Where Will the Animals Sleep? Songs for Kids and Other Living Things' (Genre: Indie Rock, Spoken Word)
🇺🇸 Winter Aid - 'Pull the Sky Inside' (Genre: Indie Folk)
🇺🇸 Your Ghost in Glass - 'Drowning to Escape the Fire' (Genre: Post-Hardcore)
🇬🇧 Zayn - 'Room Under the Stairs' (Genre: Pop, Singer-Songwriter)
🇺🇸 Zero Point Energy - 'Tilted Planet' (Genre: Shoegaze, Indie Rock)
🇺🇸 Zig Zags - 'Strange Masters' (Genre: Crossover Thrash, Garage Punk)
🇺🇸 Zombeast - 'Heart of Darkness' (Genre: Punk Rock)
New EPs:
🇺🇸 Ameonna - 'Goddes Reign' (Genre: Deathcore, Prog Metalcore)
🇸🇪 Aspernamentum - 'Primal Judgement Manifesto' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇺🇦 Azimut - 'Nun' (Genre: Atmo Sludge Metal)
🇮🇹 Barbarian - 'A Kiss of a Whisper' (Genre: Speed Thrash)
🇫🇷 Black Velvet - 'Identity?' (Genre: Heavy Metal)
🇺🇸 Black Water Sunset - 'When Man and Machine Collide - A Tribute to Control Denied' (Genre: Prog Death Metal)
🇵🇪 Culmen - 'De Un Soplo La Creacion' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇬🇧 Darko - 'Greyscale' (Genre: Melodic Hardcore)
🇬🇧 De'Lour - 'The Ghost You Left Behind' (Genre: Post-Hardcore)
🇦🇺 Divine Grave - 'Traumapieces' (Genre: Prog Metalcore)
🇺🇸 Draag - 'Actually, the Quiet Is Nice' (Genre: Dreampop, Shoegaze)
🇨🇦 Erythrite Throne - 'Thy Bastard Offspring Birthed of the Gallows Tree' (Genre: Black Doom)
🇩🇪 Evoked - 'Immoral Arts' (Genre: Death Metal)
🇧🇪 Fatal Move - 'Fugazi' (Genre: Hardcore Punk)
🇺🇸 Female Gaze - 'Tender Futures' (Genre: Hard Rock)
🇩🇰 Gradience - 'Ironsight' (Genre: Deathcore)
🇬🇧 I Häxa - 'Part 2' (Genre: Folk Metal)
🇲🇽 Imperator - 'Diable' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇦🇹 Insanity Alert - 'Moshemian Thrashody' (Genre: Crossover Thrash)
🇬🇧 Irked - 'Irked' (Genre: Punk Rock)
🇧🇷 Katástrofe - 'Terra Sombria' (Genre: Thrash Metal)
🇯🇵 Loyal to the Grave - 'Rectitude' (Genre: Hardcore Punk)
🇺🇸 Mechanistic Butchery - 'Post-Human Putridity' (Genre: Grindcore, Cybergrind)
🇨🇦 MLRiffage - 'Bleak II' (Genre: Death Thrash)
🇺🇸 Night Sins - 'A Silver Blade in the Shadow' (Genre: Gothic Rock, Darkwave)
🇯🇵 Nothing's Carved in Stone - 'Brightness' (Genre: J-Rock, Alt Rock)
🇩🇰 Omsorg - 'Echoes' (Genre: Post-Hardcore)
🇩🇰 Pretext - 'Force the Hand of Fate' (Genre: Hard Rock, Heavy Metal)
🇺🇸 Psithurism - 'A Dead Sun' (Genre: Metalcore, Deathcore)
🇯🇵 Purple Hell - 'Asthenia Soul 灵​魂​病​症' (Genre: Melodic Death Metal, Metalcore)
🇬🇧 Queen Laya - 'Queen Laya' (Genre: Alt Rock)
🇨🇭 ReDraw - 'The Party' (Genre: Thrash Metal)
🇺🇸 Soften the Glare - 'EP III' (Genre: Prog Rock)
🇪🇸 Sons of Cult - 'Desolation' (Genre: Heavy Metal, Hard Rock)
🇺🇸 Stylogaster - 'Keepsake' (Genre: Slowcore)
🇺🇸 Vanquishment - 'Dogfights' (Genre: Melodic Black Metal)
🇺🇸 Virologist - 'Ameliorating Vicissitudes' (Genre: Brutal Death Metal)
🇺🇦 Wallflower - 'The Place Where I Feel Free' (Genre: Hardcore Punk)
🇺🇸 We're All Wrong - 'Leerer' (Genre: Prog Metalcore)
New Cover Albums:
🇨🇦 Arkells - 'Disco Loadout' (Genre: Alt Rock)
🇺🇸 Slash - 'Orgy of the Damned' (Genre: Hard Rock, Blues Rock)
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2024.05.15 18:49 Contactunderground Monterrey Mexico 1994, there a CE-5 contact team attracted a large craft which hovered on a mountainside. A blinding beam of light emanated from the UFO and the silhouettes of beings could be seen moving in front of the beam.

Monterrey Mexico 1994, there a CE-5 contact team attracted a large craft which hovered on a mountainside. A blinding beam of light emanated from the UFO and the silhouettes of beings could be seen moving in front of the beam.
Shari Adamiak was a dedicated, disciplined volunteer contact worker who I had the honor to serve with as a fellow CE-5 Working Group Coordinator from 1992 till 1998. I honor her memory by posting her report describing an amazing encounter in Monterrey Mexico in 1994.

In the in-depth document posted below prolonged telepathic exchanges reportedly occurred with two types of non-human beings, very small ones and a larger humanoid being.

Joseph Burkes MD 2024

CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE FIFTH KIND IN MONTERREY,
MEXICO - DECEMBER 1994
By Shari Adamiak ©1995, Executive Director of CSETI

Introduction:
The following is an account - from my point of view - of events that occurred during a CSETI investigative team activation to Monterrey, Mexico in December of 1994. While necessarily somewhat subjective based on my own experiences, every attempt has been made to present an accurate depiction of events that were experienced by myself and our team.
CSETI Reacts to Flap in Mexico:
After seeing a tape of a "Hard Copy" program showing an active wave of UFO activity in Monterrey, Mexico - the third largest metropolis in Mexico - we made an effort to contact the researcher who had taken those videos. Santiago Yturria is a thorough researcher and skilled videographer who, along with Diana Perla Chapa, the host of a popular live talk show on Mexican network television, has had a UFO group for over 20 years in the state of Nuevo Leone.

Dr. Steven Greer, international director of CSETI, activated a CSETI Rapid Mobilization Investigative Team (RMIT) to Monterrey to investigate this current flap. Santiago, Diana, and the entire Ovni Club of N.L. assisted us, took us to sites, shared their evidence and graciously welcomed us to Monterrey. Dr. Greer, myself, a woman from New York and a man, also a videographer, from Minneapolis made up the CSETI team. (Names furnished upon request.)
Consciousness Connections:

Lucid dream activity played a significant role in the events that unfolded in Monterrey. Three of the team had dreams that proved to be portents of happenings on this project. I had a dream in the early hours of December 13th. In it, the extraterrestrials were showing us the spot where we should come in order to have a meeting with them. They showed me aerial views, in stop motion - each one closer to the ground - and marked the site with a strobing turquoise laser pattern. They showed me a view from the ground, looking up at some steep peaks, and showed it to me both in day and nighttime views. The night view revealed two stars in a particular configuration over one of the peaks.

That very afternoon, Santiago and his friends drove us to Las Mitres mountains, well known as an area of many sightings of UFOs. As we approached, it dawned on me that it was identical to what I was shown in my dream. We decided to use the spot as our field research site that night. When we came to Las Mitres (so named because the mountain peaks resemble a bishop's miter hat) that night, the two stars were indeed in the sky in the same position as I had seen in my lucid dream.

The Team Gets to Work:

The CSETI team had observed some anomalous objects in the sky at two different sites on the nights of December 11th and 12th, but the next two nights, the 13th and 14th at the Las Mitres sites, proved to be exceptional. The Las Mitres mountains contain a large cave where the local investigators believe that spacecraft conceal themselves when coming to the Monterrey area. And, unusually dense low clouds were known to form over the cave and other parts of the peaks very quickly. On the night of December 13th, the entire CSETI team set up camp at the base of Las Mitres. We were joined by an American woman who was a friend of one of our teammates, who was married to a Mexican man and living in Monterrey. She had arranged our lodging and transportation for us.

Around 10:30 pm, following our first Coherent Thought Sequencing (a CSETI protocol) session, we observed a very bright light that appeared in the zenith of the sky, traveling rapidly in an upward arc that terminated in the center of the constellation Orion. At 10:45 pm, very dense clouds materialized within a minute on parts of the sheer mountain cliffs.
The Close Encounters Begin:

At approximately 1:00 am, Dr. Greer and another team member were standing slightly down the gravel road when they observed a bright, strobe-like white light to appear at the edge of the mountain. At about the same time, I had gotten up and walked closer towards the brush at the base of the mountain. Dr. Greer looked for me to tell me of the strobe light and found me at the spot where it had appeared. As we stood there, another round light came rolling down the side of the steep slope. Just then, I felt some invisible energy that felt as if it were gently pulling me in deeper to the brush. Both Dr. Greer and I felt there was a presence nearby that, from past experience, led us to feel there was a spacecraft and extraterrestrial beings very nearby.

Just then, I began to perceive small, square-shouldered beings in the brush around us. They could be sensed and dimly seen, but a clear view of them wasn't possible. The little beings were extremely shy and reticent. They would scurry close to us, then backtrack quickly into the brush. We could not hear any brush moving or footsteps but we could dimly see them. To me, they seemed to have on uniforms that covered their body and legs that were a dull orange-rust color. They were very short, just up to my knees (I am 5'7"). I became aware of a telepathic message - they were concerned about our video camera, behind me to the right. I turned my head and looked. Sure enough, unknown to me previously as I had not seen it in the dark, was our teammate's professional camera set up on a tripod. I send back the mental message to them not to worry, the camera wasn't on and we wouldn't let him touch it. They seemed to trust my assurance, as the event continued to unfold. I related this two-way communication to Dr. Greer, who went back to the other three people and instructed them to stay where they were unless he called them forward.

These rich, rare exchanges with what appear to be extraterrestrial life forms are very delicate scenarios. Any sudden, rash or extreme emotion or movement can thwart the entire event and bring it to a screeching halt, and the extraterrestrials vanish. Sometimes our second-guessing of what is needed to allow an event to unfold in all its possible fullness is accurate; sometimes it is not. It is almost like hesitant dance partners, longing but afraid to get closer. Until we as a people are more accepting of close contact with extraterrestrials, our interactions are likely to continue in this way.

I could mentally 'hear' concerned conversation going on amongst the small beings. They eventually conveyed to me the message, again mentally, that they were having difficulty adjusting our energies in preparation for a meeting because my physical energy was concentrated on my stomach, trying to digest some food. Just before all this began, I had eaten about a half of a Power Bar, a dense protein energy food. It was cold and hard from being in my gear bag for hours and I could feel it kind of just laying in my stomach. At this point, I sent a very deliberate message to the life forms: "I give you permission to take it out of my body". Suddenly, I felt as if someone were standing some distance away with a fishing line whose hook was inside my stomach. It felt as if someone were slowing reeling in the line as the food came back out the way it went in. Now, I detest vomiting more than almost anything and I was struck by the gentleness that was used in removing this food from my body. It was only mildly unpleasant. Dr. Greer, an emergency physician, asked me if I was alright. I told him that I was fine and that this was being done with my permission. After this little purging, the energy felt softer, with less intense vibration.

Soon the little beings sent both Dr. Greer and I the message that if we removed our glasses, we would be able to see them better. Although I normally use contact lenses, glasses are preferable for field work when wind and dust often get blown into my eyes, plus the fact that we are often in the field until the wee hours of the morning. After receiving this message, we each removed our glasses. One last request from the little ETs - that we remove our hats (it had been a chilly night.) At this point, I could actually feel a harmonious flow of energy between us, the little beings, and some other unseen source.

Another Being is Perceived:

At this point, the small life forms disappeared. Shafts of golden light began to come from an unknown, unseen source and lay across the bushes in front of us. We learned later that the three other team members behind us could see this as well, although they had not been able to perceive the small beings. I could feel one of these shafts of light approach me and fill my torso with a warm, golden glow. After the light rays faded, a large oval of bluish fog began to form about ten feet in front of us. As the blue mist began to coalesce, Dr. Greer and I became aware of a being within it. Although again we could see him only dimly, he appeared very humanoid, tall, with long and straight silverish hair. He appeared to be clothed in a light blue and silver uniform.

We learned later that one team member saw a tendril of the blue fog travel along the ground towards her. It frightened her a little until the mist reached her foot and began to send wisps around her feet. She later told us that there was a gentle kindness about the fog and all misgivings vanished. However, our American friend who was not an actual team member became very frightened by the golden light and blue fog.

We learned later that it was all too much for her - something the extraterrestrial would tell us. For as we stood there facing one another, the tall being sent us a message that they would very much like to manifest more fully in the physical to meet with us, but that if they did so, one of our team members would be dangerously frightened. Their caution and concern were touching. And a far cry from the crying wolf that goes on so often when extraterrestrials are said to be heartless, devoid of feeling, and out to harm human beings. We in CSETI feel that this type of encounter points up the absolute need and appropriateness of doing real-time field work in our efforts to learn exactly what these beings are all about.

It is important, and interesting, to note that both Dr. Greer and myself received nearly identical mental messages each time there was a communication from the extraterrestrial.

Dr. Greer and I consulted one another and decided to send a joint message. We told the tall being that if they could not come to us, it was okay with us if they could take us to where they were. We could sense this was being discussed with a 'central command control', or his more senior team members. Dr. Greer and I saw a copper-gold sphere, ten to twelve feet in diameter, begin to coalesce to the left of the tall being. It never reached material solidity but soon began to disperse. The tall being then sent us a message that it would frighten our teammates just as much to see us disappear in front of their eyes as it would for the ETs to manifest right there. At this time, we had no idea that any member of our team was having difficulty coping with these events.
Soon Again, Soon Again:

Finally, after what seemed like a few moments, the tall being sent us a message that they would not be able to manifest fully in the physical this night. But they sent a message: "soon again; soon again". At this point, Dr. Greer went back to speak with the other team members and I stayed put. For the next five minutes, the being and I exchanged blessings to each other, to our teams. It was poignant and lovely. I cannot recall any of the actual 'words' or specific communications; it was not a left-brained exchange, but was beyond the bounds of linear thought.

Their Reluctance is Proven Out:

When I joined the others, I learned that our American friend had become extremely frightened, so much so that she had taken refuge in our vehicle. We had designated the big Suburban as the 'safe area". We do this on all our field research - setting aside a specific enclosure that any team member can go to if unfolding events prove fearful to them. In fact, it is our policy to send a 'buddy' along, who remains with them the entire time they wish to stay in the safe area. We divide into buddies at the beginning of our field session so that each team member is accounted for, and accountable, at all times. She told us that if she had seen anything more from the ETs, she would have run screaming down the mountainside.

Preparation is Key:

Her reactions impressed upon us the importance of training for each team member. It served as a strong reminder to us to be more stringent in adherence to our policies regarding untrained guests who wanted to join our field work. Much to my surprise, Dr. Greer and I learned from our teammates that we had been standing there, exchanging communication with the extraterrestrials, for nearly two hours. We both thought no more than thirty minutes had elapsed. By this time, it was nearly 3:00 am, so we broke camp and went home.

The Encounters Continue:

The following day was a busy one with an appearance on Diana Chapa's live TV show in the morning, a field trip to another site in the afternoon, and a talk at the Ovni Club that evening. It was about 11:30 pm by the time we were driving up the narrow road to our Las Mitres site. Interestingly, our videographer teammate was absent from field work. He had decided to stay in the city to visit his friend and her son. As the Suburban headed up the gravel lane, Dr. Greer and I simultaneously observed a small, bright light on the side of Las Mitres. We knew from the previous night that there was no light normally in that area. Tonight we also had with us our American friend's Mexican husband. He and our driver assured us there were no houses, no power lines, no roads, nothing on the sheer cliffs of Las Mitres.

As we came to the base of the mountain, Dr. Greer jumped from the Suburban while it was still rolling. The other woman and I jumped out and grabbed the bare necessities of field gear: a 500,000-candle power portable halogen light, our night vision scope, binoculars, a small camcorder, and a hand-held micro-cassette recorder.

Because of the reaction by an untrained participant the previous night, we sent our driver and his friend down the road. We told them we could not afford any panic this night. Unbeknownst to us at the time, the men went to a spot at the bottom of the road where they could clearly see the events that unfolded.

Are We in a Spielberg Movie?:

Dr. Greer grabbed the halogen light and sent a signal to the star-like light on the hillside. Instantly, the light transformed into a gigantic, brilliant round beam that shot light down the entire mountainside! We were astonished. It came close to being the time we always joke about - when events are so incredible that we'll wish we had on "Depends" undergarments! We continued to have a Close Encounter of the Fifth Kind - a human-initiated or human-interactive experience - with this craft for the next two hours and fifteen minutes. An exchange like this, with a team in the field, is unprecedented. During the lengthy encounter, we sent light signals to the craft. The craft would signal back to us in the exact same sequence. Then its lights would extinguish. Within a few minutes, it would again illuminate and initiate a signal to us. This went on and on. Twice during this time period, we saw the shadows of beings walking in front of the blinding beam. At times, the beam would rotate upon itself, appearing to the left of its original position - then back where it was. Once the light seemed to turn over on itself, illuminating the sparsely forested slope behind it. This was one of the times when figures were seen to move in the beam.

Hoaxability Ration - Low to Zero:

It must be emphasized that this is a very remote area devoid of roads. For anyone to have hoaxed this event would have required something on the scale of a major motion picture crew. There was simply no way to have moved equipment like this onto these sheer slopes. It would have caused quite a commotion in the suburbs below if a crew of that magnitude had traversed those sheer cliffs that day. The area would have been swarming with lookie-loos. At the end of the two hours and fifteen minutes, the light, which by now had split into two candle-flame colored round lights, turned to brilliant red, shot out a lightning bolt of energy and vanished. We saw a golden streak shoot through the sky towards the direction of the ancient volcano, Topochico. And the energy was gone. It was not until this point that we fully appreciated that
1) we'd been standing up for all that time, and
2) our hair had stood on end the entire time.

As a side note, I want to report that when we first got out of the vehicle at the base of the mountain, I heard crickets chirping in stereophonic synchronicity. One would chirp on our right, then one would chirp on our left. The chirping was loud and distinct. When I heard it, I told my teammates that it was significant. I had heard similar chirping prior to another major encounter in the past. It was moments later that the gigantic craft illuminated before us.

Eventful Trip Home:

We signaled to our drivers to bring up the Suburban. When they arrived, we learned that the men had gone to a vantage point and had seen everything, giving us two independent witnesses. In fact, from their extra distance the light was not so blinding and they were able to discern the craft. They both reported seeing a very large disc-shaped craft with a domed top. The men were extremely excited. They said they felt bonded now, like brothers. The American's husband said that his life would never be the same again.

As we were riding on our 30-minute drive home, Dr. Greer remarked that he felt the ETs would follow us. Within a minute, the man in front was exclaiming, "la luz, la luz!" (the light, the light!) We could then see that the gigantic light was visible from the road, showing itself to us on the opposite side of the mountain from where it had been at our field site! We stopped at a closed gas station, signaled and videoed (which came out fuzzy and blurred). You will recall that, of all nights, our videographer was not with us this night. Coincidence or orchestrated by the ETs? So many such things happen that we have to ponder the possibility. This time, the light was not appearing as two lights side by side. Instead, they were two lights stacked one on top the other. We continued to observe it on the remainder of the homeward ride, stopping twice more to observe.

When we arrived home, we climbed up to our flat roof. We could still see it, even though the entire valley of the city of Monterrey was now between us, the back side of Las Mitres and the rest of the range. The lights were still there. They had changed position again and were now staggered, one atop the other. They had been so bright that we could see the rock face behind it illuminated. As we watched, the lights dimmed down to about half their luminosity.

The Craft Revealed:

At this point, we could clearly see the structure of the craft. It was indeed a large disc with a sloped dome on top. By measuring with fingers at arm's length, Dr. Greer determined that the craft was between one-half to one full city block in size. As the birds began to sing and the sky began to lighten, we bid goodbye and heartfelt thanks to our visitors for these remarkable experiences and went inside to sleep, and dream of them.

Shari Adamiak, Executive Director, CSETI ________________________

Final Notes:

I wish to advise that the three persons who interacted with the craft as described above included three very responsible and stable individuals. Dr. Greer is a practicing trauma physician, father of four, world-renowned expert on extraterrestrial intelligence. He is the founder of CSETI, and the visionary and guiding force of it. Our teammate from New York is cofounder of a research foundation and is personal friends with world leaders in both the political and private sectors. And I myself have been educated in the sciences and the law and worked for many years as a paralegal, which gives me a logical mind upon which to base my ongoing extraterrestrial experiences. - Shari Adamiak

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2024.05.15 18:47 Contactunderground Monterrey Mexico 1994, there a CE-5 contact team attracted a large craft which hovered on a mountainside. A blinding beam of light emanated from the UFO and the silhouettes of beings could be seen moving in front of the beam.

Monterrey Mexico 1994, there a CE-5 contact team attracted a large craft which hovered on a mountainside. A blinding beam of light emanated from the UFO and the silhouettes of beings could be seen moving in front of the beam.
Shari Adamiak was a dedicated, disciplined volunteer contact worker who I had the honor to serve with as a fellow CE-5 Working Group Coordinator from 1992 till 1998. I honor her memory by posting her report describing an amazing encounter in Monterrey Mexico in 1994.

In the in-depth document posted below prolonged telepathic exchanges reportedly occurred with two types of non-human beings, very small ones and a larger humanoid being.

Joseph Burkes MD 2024

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CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE FIFTH KIND IN MONTERREY,
MEXICO - DECEMBER 1994
By Shari Adamiak ©1995, Executive Director of CSETI

Introduction:
The following is an account - from my point of view - of events that occurred during a CSETI investigative team activation to Monterrey, Mexico in December of 1994. While necessarily somewhat subjective based on my own experiences, every attempt has been made to present an accurate depiction of events that were experienced by myself and our team.
CSETI Reacts to Flap in Mexico:
After seeing a tape of a "Hard Copy" program showing an active wave of UFO activity in Monterrey, Mexico - the third largest metropolis in Mexico - we made an effort to contact the researcher who had taken those videos. Santiago Yturria is a thorough researcher and skilled videographer who, along with Diana Perla Chapa, the host of a popular live talk show on Mexican network television, has had a UFO group for over 20 years in the state of Nuevo Leone.

Dr. Steven Greer, international director of CSETI, activated a CSETI Rapid Mobilization Investigative Team (RMIT) to Monterrey to investigate this current flap. Santiago, Diana, and the entire Ovni Club of N.L. assisted us, took us to sites, shared their evidence and graciously welcomed us to Monterrey. Dr. Greer, myself, a woman from New York and a man, also a videographer, from Minneapolis made up the CSETI team. (Names furnished upon request.)
Consciousness Connections:

Lucid dream activity played a significant role in the events that unfolded in Monterrey. Three of the team had dreams that proved to be portents of happenings on this project. I had a dream in the early hours of December 13th. In it, the extraterrestrials were showing us the spot where we should come in order to have a meeting with them. They showed me aerial views, in stop motion - each one closer to the ground - and marked the site with a strobing turquoise laser pattern. They showed me a view from the ground, looking up at some steep peaks, and showed it to me both in day and nighttime views. The night view revealed two stars in a particular configuration over one of the peaks.

That very afternoon, Santiago and his friends drove us to Las Mitres mountains, well known as an area of many sightings of UFOs. As we approached, it dawned on me that it was identical to what I was shown in my dream. We decided to use the spot as our field research site that night. When we came to Las Mitres (so named because the mountain peaks resemble a bishop's miter hat) that night, the two stars were indeed in the sky in the same position as I had seen in my lucid dream.

The Team Gets to Work:

The CSETI team had observed some anomalous objects in the sky at two different sites on the nights of December 11th and 12th, but the next two nights, the 13th and 14th at the Las Mitres sites, proved to be exceptional. The Las Mitres mountains contain a large cave where the local investigators believe that spacecraft conceal themselves when coming to the Monterrey area. And, unusually dense low clouds were known to form over the cave and other parts of the peaks very quickly. On the night of December 13th, the entire CSETI team set up camp at the base of Las Mitres. We were joined by an American woman who was a friend of one of our teammates, who was married to a Mexican man and living in Monterrey. She had arranged our lodging and transportation for us.

Around 10:30 pm, following our first Coherent Thought Sequencing (a CSETI protocol) session, we observed a very bright light that appeared in the zenith of the sky, traveling rapidly in an upward arc that terminated in the center of the constellation Orion. At 10:45 pm, very dense clouds materialized within a minute on parts of the sheer mountain cliffs.
The Close Encounters Begin:

At approximately 1:00 am, Dr. Greer and another team member were standing slightly down the gravel road when they observed a bright, strobe-like white light to appear at the edge of the mountain. At about the same time, I had gotten up and walked closer towards the brush at the base of the mountain. Dr. Greer looked for me to tell me of the strobe light and found me at the spot where it had appeared. As we stood there, another round light came rolling down the side of the steep slope. Just then, I felt some invisible energy that felt as if it were gently pulling me in deeper to the brush. Both Dr. Greer and I felt there was a presence nearby that, from past experience, led us to feel there was a spacecraft and extraterrestrial beings very nearby.

Just then, I began to perceive small, square-shouldered beings in the brush around us. They could be sensed and dimly seen, but a clear view of them wasn't possible. The little beings were extremely shy and reticent. They would scurry close to us, then backtrack quickly into the brush. We could not hear any brush moving or footsteps but we could dimly see them. To me, they seemed to have on uniforms that covered their body and legs that were a dull orange-rust color. They were very short, just up to my knees (I am 5'7"). I became aware of a telepathic message - they were concerned about our video camera, behind me to the right. I turned my head and looked. Sure enough, unknown to me previously as I had not seen it in the dark, was our teammate's professional camera set up on a tripod. I send back the mental message to them not to worry, the camera wasn't on and we wouldn't let him touch it. They seemed to trust my assurance, as the event continued to unfold. I related this two-way communication to Dr. Greer, who went back to the other three people and instructed them to stay where they were unless he called them forward.

These rich, rare exchanges with what appear to be extraterrestrial life forms are very delicate scenarios. Any sudden, rash or extreme emotion or movement can thwart the entire event and bring it to a screeching halt, and the extraterrestrials vanish. Sometimes our second-guessing of what is needed to allow an event to unfold in all its possible fullness is accurate; sometimes it is not. It is almost like hesitant dance partners, longing but afraid to get closer. Until we as a people are more accepting of close contact with extraterrestrials, our interactions are likely to continue in this way.

I could mentally 'hear' concerned conversation going on amongst the small beings. They eventually conveyed to me the message, again mentally, that they were having difficulty adjusting our energies in preparation for a meeting because my physical energy was concentrated on my stomach, trying to digest some food. Just before all this began, I had eaten about a half of a Power Bar, a dense protein energy food. It was cold and hard from being in my gear bag for hours and I could feel it kind of just laying in my stomach. At this point, I sent a very deliberate message to the life forms: "I give you permission to take it out of my body". Suddenly, I felt as if someone were standing some distance away with a fishing line whose hook was inside my stomach. It felt as if someone were slowing reeling in the line as the food came back out the way it went in. Now, I detest vomiting more than almost anything and I was struck by the gentleness that was used in removing this food from my body. It was only mildly unpleasant. Dr. Greer, an emergency physician, asked me if I was alright. I told him that I was fine and that this was being done with my permission. After this little purging, the energy felt softer, with less intense vibration.

Soon the little beings sent both Dr. Greer and I the message that if we removed our glasses, we would be able to see them better. Although I normally use contact lenses, glasses are preferable for field work when wind and dust often get blown into my eyes, plus the fact that we are often in the field until the wee hours of the morning. After receiving this message, we each removed our glasses. One last request from the little ETs - that we remove our hats (it had been a chilly night.) At this point, I could actually feel a harmonious flow of energy between us, the little beings, and some other unseen source.

Another Being is Perceived:

At this point, the small life forms disappeared. Shafts of golden light began to come from an unknown, unseen source and lay across the bushes in front of us. We learned later that the three other team members behind us could see this as well, although they had not been able to perceive the small beings. I could feel one of these shafts of light approach me and fill my torso with a warm, golden glow. After the light rays faded, a large oval of bluish fog began to form about ten feet in front of us. As the blue mist began to coalesce, Dr. Greer and I became aware of a being within it. Although again we could see him only dimly, he appeared very humanoid, tall, with long and straight silverish hair. He appeared to be clothed in a light blue and silver uniform.

We learned later that one team member saw a tendril of the blue fog travel along the ground towards her. It frightened her a little until the mist reached her foot and began to send wisps around her feet. She later told us that there was a gentle kindness about the fog and all misgivings vanished. However, our American friend who was not an actual team member became very frightened by the golden light and blue fog.

We learned later that it was all too much for her - something the extraterrestrial would tell us. For as we stood there facing one another, the tall being sent us a message that they would very much like to manifest more fully in the physical to meet with us, but that if they did so, one of our team members would be dangerously frightened. Their caution and concern were touching. And a far cry from the crying wolf that goes on so often when extraterrestrials are said to be heartless, devoid of feeling, and out to harm human beings. We in CSETI feel that this type of encounter points up the absolute need and appropriateness of doing real-time field work in our efforts to learn exactly what these beings are all about.

It is important, and interesting, to note that both Dr. Greer and myself received nearly identical mental messages each time there was a communication from the extraterrestrial.

Dr. Greer and I consulted one another and decided to send a joint message. We told the tall being that if they could not come to us, it was okay with us if they could take us to where they were. We could sense this was being discussed with a 'central command control', or his more senior team members. Dr. Greer and I saw a copper-gold sphere, ten to twelve feet in diameter, begin to coalesce to the left of the tall being. It never reached material solidity but soon began to disperse. The tall being then sent us a message that it would frighten our teammates just as much to see us disappear in front of their eyes as it would for the ETs to manifest right there. At this time, we had no idea that any member of our team was having difficulty coping with these events.
Soon Again, Soon Again:

Finally, after what seemed like a few moments, the tall being sent us a message that they would not be able to manifest fully in the physical this night. But they sent a message: "soon again; soon again". At this point, Dr. Greer went back to speak with the other team members and I stayed put. For the next five minutes, the being and I exchanged blessings to each other, to our teams. It was poignant and lovely. I cannot recall any of the actual 'words' or specific communications; it was not a left-brained exchange, but was beyond the bounds of linear thought.

Their Reluctance is Proven Out:

When I joined the others, I learned that our American friend had become extremely frightened, so much so that she had taken refuge in our vehicle. We had designated the big Suburban as the 'safe area". We do this on all our field research - setting aside a specific enclosure that any team member can go to if unfolding events prove fearful to them. In fact, it is our policy to send a 'buddy' along, who remains with them the entire time they wish to stay in the safe area. We divide into buddies at the beginning of our field session so that each team member is accounted for, and accountable, at all times. She told us that if she had seen anything more from the ETs, she would have run screaming down the mountainside.

Preparation is Key:

Her reactions impressed upon us the importance of training for each team member. It served as a strong reminder to us to be more stringent in adherence to our policies regarding untrained guests who wanted to join our field work. Much to my surprise, Dr. Greer and I learned from our teammates that we had been standing there, exchanging communication with the extraterrestrials, for nearly two hours. We both thought no more than thirty minutes had elapsed. By this time, it was nearly 3:00 am, so we broke camp and went home.

The Encounters Continue:

The following day was a busy one with an appearance on Diana Chapa's live TV show in the morning, a field trip to another site in the afternoon, and a talk at the Ovni Club that evening. It was about 11:30 pm by the time we were driving up the narrow road to our Las Mitres site. Interestingly, our videographer teammate was absent from field work. He had decided to stay in the city to visit his friend and her son. As the Suburban headed up the gravel lane, Dr. Greer and I simultaneously observed a small, bright light on the side of Las Mitres. We knew from the previous night that there was no light normally in that area. Tonight we also had with us our American friend's Mexican husband. He and our driver assured us there were no houses, no power lines, no roads, nothing on the sheer cliffs of Las Mitres.

As we came to the base of the mountain, Dr. Greer jumped from the Suburban while it was still rolling. The other woman and I jumped out and grabbed the bare necessities of field gear: a 500,000-candle power portable halogen light, our night vision scope, binoculars, a small camcorder, and a hand-held micro-cassette recorder.

Because of the reaction by an untrained participant the previous night, we sent our driver and his friend down the road. We told them we could not afford any panic this night. Unbeknownst to us at the time, the men went to a spot at the bottom of the road where they could clearly see the events that unfolded.

Are We in a Spielberg Movie?:

Dr. Greer grabbed the halogen light and sent a signal to the star-like light on the hillside. Instantly, the light transformed into a gigantic, brilliant round beam that shot light down the entire mountainside! We were astonished. It came close to being the time we always joke about - when events are so incredible that we'll wish we had on "Depends" undergarments! We continued to have a Close Encounter of the Fifth Kind - a human-initiated or human-interactive experience - with this craft for the next two hours and fifteen minutes. An exchange like this, with a team in the field, is unprecedented. During the lengthy encounter, we sent light signals to the craft. The craft would signal back to us in the exact same sequence. Then its lights would extinguish. Within a few minutes, it would again illuminate and initiate a signal to us. This went on and on. Twice during this time period, we saw the shadows of beings walking in front of the blinding beam. At times, the beam would rotate upon itself, appearing to the left of its original position - then back where it was. Once the light seemed to turn over on itself, illuminating the sparsely forested slope behind it. This was one of the times when figures were seen to move in the beam.

Hoaxability Ration - Low to Zero:

It must be emphasized that this is a very remote area devoid of roads. For anyone to have hoaxed this event would have required something on the scale of a major motion picture crew. There was simply no way to have moved equipment like this onto these sheer slopes. It would have caused quite a commotion in the suburbs below if a crew of that magnitude had traversed those sheer cliffs that day. The area would have been swarming with lookie-loos. At the end of the two hours and fifteen minutes, the light, which by now had split into two candle-flame colored round lights, turned to brilliant red, shot out a lightning bolt of energy and vanished. We saw a golden streak shoot through the sky towards the direction of the ancient volcano, Topochico. And the energy was gone. It was not until this point that we fully appreciated that
1) we'd been standing up for all that time, and
2) our hair had stood on end the entire time.

As a side note, I want to report that when we first got out of the vehicle at the base of the mountain, I heard crickets chirping in stereophonic synchronicity. One would chirp on our right, then one would chirp on our left. The chirping was loud and distinct. When I heard it, I told my teammates that it was significant. I had heard similar chirping prior to another major encounter in the past. It was moments later that the gigantic craft illuminated before us.

Eventful Trip Home:

We signaled to our drivers to bring up the Suburban. When they arrived, we learned that the men had gone to a vantage point and had seen everything, giving us two independent witnesses. In fact, from their extra distance the light was not so blinding and they were able to discern the craft. They both reported seeing a very large disc-shaped craft with a domed top. The men were extremely excited. They said they felt bonded now, like brothers. The American's husband said that his life would never be the same again.

As we were riding on our 30-minute drive home, Dr. Greer remarked that he felt the ETs would follow us. Within a minute, the man in front was exclaiming, "la luz, la luz!" (the light, the light!) We could then see that the gigantic light was visible from the road, showing itself to us on the opposite side of the mountain from where it had been at our field site! We stopped at a closed gas station, signaled and videoed (which came out fuzzy and blurred). You will recall that, of all nights, our videographer was not with us this night. Coincidence or orchestrated by the ETs? So many such things happen that we have to ponder the possibility. This time, the light was not appearing as two lights side by side. Instead, they were two lights stacked one on top the other. We continued to observe it on the remainder of the homeward ride, stopping twice more to observe.

When we arrived home, we climbed up to our flat roof. We could still see it, even though the entire valley of the city of Monterrey was now between us, the back side of Las Mitres and the rest of the range. The lights were still there. They had changed position again and were now staggered, one atop the other. They had been so bright that we could see the rock face behind it illuminated. As we watched, the lights dimmed down to about half their luminosity.

The Craft Revealed:

At this point, we could clearly see the structure of the craft. It was indeed a large disc with a sloped dome on top. By measuring with fingers at arm's length, Dr. Greer determined that the craft was between one-half to one full city block in size. As the birds began to sing and the sky began to lighten, we bid goodbye and heartfelt thanks to our visitors for these remarkable experiences and went inside to sleep, and dream of them.

Shari Adamiak, Executive Director, CSETI ________________________

Final Notes:

I wish to advise that the three persons who interacted with the craft as described above included three very responsible and stable individuals. Dr. Greer is a practicing trauma physician, father of four, world-renowned expert on extraterrestrial intelligence. He is the founder of CSETI, and the visionary and guiding force of it. Our teammate from New York is cofounder of a research foundation and is personal friends with world leaders in both the political and private sectors. And I myself have been educated in the sciences and the law and worked for many years as a paralegal, which gives me a logical mind upon which to base my ongoing extraterrestrial experiences. - Shari Adamiak

I describe how I first met Shari in 1992. It was an experience that I will never forget:
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2024.05.15 18:45 Contactunderground Monterrey Mexico 1994, there a CE-5 contact team attracted a large craft which hovered on a mountainside. A blinding beam of light emanated from the UFO and the silhouettes of beings could be seen moving in front of the beam.

Monterrey Mexico 1994, there a CE-5 contact team attracted a large craft which hovered on a mountainside. A blinding beam of light emanated from the UFO and the silhouettes of beings could be seen moving in front of the beam.
Shari Adamiak was a dedicated, disciplined volunteer contact worker who I had the honor to serve with as a fellow CE-5 Working Group Coordinator from 1992 till 1998. I honor her memory by posting her report describing an amazing encounter in Monterrey Mexico in 1994.

In the in-depth document posted below prolonged telepathic exchanges reportedly occurred with two types of non-human beings, very small ones and a larger humanoid being.

Joseph Burkes MD 2024

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CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE FIFTH KIND IN MONTERREY,
MEXICO - DECEMBER 1994
By Shari Adamiak ©1995, Executive Director of CSETI

Introduction:
The following is an account - from my point of view - of events that occurred during a CSETI investigative team activation to Monterrey, Mexico in December of 1994. While necessarily somewhat subjective based on my own experiences, every attempt has been made to present an accurate depiction of events that were experienced by myself and our team.
CSETI Reacts to Flap in Mexico:
After seeing a tape of a "Hard Copy" program showing an active wave of UFO activity in Monterrey, Mexico - the third largest metropolis in Mexico - we made an effort to contact the researcher who had taken those videos. Santiago Yturria is a thorough researcher and skilled videographer who, along with Diana Perla Chapa, the host of a popular live talk show on Mexican network television, has had a UFO group for over 20 years in the state of Nuevo Leone.

Dr. Steven Greer, international director of CSETI, activated a CSETI Rapid Mobilization Investigative Team (RMIT) to Monterrey to investigate this current flap. Santiago, Diana, and the entire Ovni Club of N.L. assisted us, took us to sites, shared their evidence and graciously welcomed us to Monterrey. Dr. Greer, myself, a woman from New York and a man, also a videographer, from Minneapolis made up the CSETI team. (Names furnished upon request.)
Consciousness Connections:

Lucid dream activity played a significant role in the events that unfolded in Monterrey. Three of the team had dreams that proved to be portents of happenings on this project. I had a dream in the early hours of December 13th. In it, the extraterrestrials were showing us the spot where we should come in order to have a meeting with them. They showed me aerial views, in stop motion - each one closer to the ground - and marked the site with a strobing turquoise laser pattern. They showed me a view from the ground, looking up at some steep peaks, and showed it to me both in day and nighttime views. The night view revealed two stars in a particular configuration over one of the peaks.

That very afternoon, Santiago and his friends drove us to Las Mitres mountains, well known as an area of many sightings of UFOs. As we approached, it dawned on me that it was identical to what I was shown in my dream. We decided to use the spot as our field research site that night. When we came to Las Mitres (so named because the mountain peaks resemble a bishop's miter hat) that night, the two stars were indeed in the sky in the same position as I had seen in my lucid dream.

The Team Gets to Work:

The CSETI team had observed some anomalous objects in the sky at two different sites on the nights of December 11th and 12th, but the next two nights, the 13th and 14th at the Las Mitres sites, proved to be exceptional. The Las Mitres mountains contain a large cave where the local investigators believe that spacecraft conceal themselves when coming to the Monterrey area. And, unusually dense low clouds were known to form over the cave and other parts of the peaks very quickly. On the night of December 13th, the entire CSETI team set up camp at the base of Las Mitres. We were joined by an American woman who was a friend of one of our teammates, who was married to a Mexican man and living in Monterrey. She had arranged our lodging and transportation for us.

Around 10:30 pm, following our first Coherent Thought Sequencing (a CSETI protocol) session, we observed a very bright light that appeared in the zenith of the sky, traveling rapidly in an upward arc that terminated in the center of the constellation Orion. At 10:45 pm, very dense clouds materialized within a minute on parts of the sheer mountain cliffs.
The Close Encounters Begin:

At approximately 1:00 am, Dr. Greer and another team member were standing slightly down the gravel road when they observed a bright, strobe-like white light to appear at the edge of the mountain. At about the same time, I had gotten up and walked closer towards the brush at the base of the mountain. Dr. Greer looked for me to tell me of the strobe light and found me at the spot where it had appeared. As we stood there, another round light came rolling down the side of the steep slope. Just then, I felt some invisible energy that felt as if it were gently pulling me in deeper to the brush. Both Dr. Greer and I felt there was a presence nearby that, from past experience, led us to feel there was a spacecraft and extraterrestrial beings very nearby.

Just then, I began to perceive small, square-shouldered beings in the brush around us. They could be sensed and dimly seen, but a clear view of them wasn't possible. The little beings were extremely shy and reticent. They would scurry close to us, then backtrack quickly into the brush. We could not hear any brush moving or footsteps but we could dimly see them. To me, they seemed to have on uniforms that covered their body and legs that were a dull orange-rust color. They were very short, just up to my knees (I am 5'7"). I became aware of a telepathic message - they were concerned about our video camera, behind me to the right. I turned my head and looked. Sure enough, unknown to me previously as I had not seen it in the dark, was our teammate's professional camera set up on a tripod. I send back the mental message to them not to worry, the camera wasn't on and we wouldn't let him touch it. They seemed to trust my assurance, as the event continued to unfold. I related this two-way communication to Dr. Greer, who went back to the other three people and instructed them to stay where they were unless he called them forward.

These rich, rare exchanges with what appear to be extraterrestrial life forms are very delicate scenarios. Any sudden, rash or extreme emotion or movement can thwart the entire event and bring it to a screeching halt, and the extraterrestrials vanish. Sometimes our second-guessing of what is needed to allow an event to unfold in all its possible fullness is accurate; sometimes it is not. It is almost like hesitant dance partners, longing but afraid to get closer. Until we as a people are more accepting of close contact with extraterrestrials, our interactions are likely to continue in this way.

I could mentally 'hear' concerned conversation going on amongst the small beings. They eventually conveyed to me the message, again mentally, that they were having difficulty adjusting our energies in preparation for a meeting because my physical energy was concentrated on my stomach, trying to digest some food. Just before all this began, I had eaten about a half of a Power Bar, a dense protein energy food. It was cold and hard from being in my gear bag for hours and I could feel it kind of just laying in my stomach. At this point, I sent a very deliberate message to the life forms: "I give you permission to take it out of my body". Suddenly, I felt as if someone were standing some distance away with a fishing line whose hook was inside my stomach. It felt as if someone were slowing reeling in the line as the food came back out the way it went in. Now, I detest vomiting more than almost anything and I was struck by the gentleness that was used in removing this food from my body. It was only mildly unpleasant. Dr. Greer, an emergency physician, asked me if I was alright. I told him that I was fine and that this was being done with my permission. After this little purging, the energy felt softer, with less intense vibration.

Soon the little beings sent both Dr. Greer and I the message that if we removed our glasses, we would be able to see them better. Although I normally use contact lenses, glasses are preferable for field work when wind and dust often get blown into my eyes, plus the fact that we are often in the field until the wee hours of the morning. After receiving this message, we each removed our glasses. One last request from the little ETs - that we remove our hats (it had been a chilly night.) At this point, I could actually feel a harmonious flow of energy between us, the little beings, and some other unseen source.

Another Being is Perceived:

At this point, the small life forms disappeared. Shafts of golden light began to come from an unknown, unseen source and lay across the bushes in front of us. We learned later that the three other team members behind us could see this as well, although they had not been able to perceive the small beings. I could feel one of these shafts of light approach me and fill my torso with a warm, golden glow. After the light rays faded, a large oval of bluish fog began to form about ten feet in front of us. As the blue mist began to coalesce, Dr. Greer and I became aware of a being within it. Although again we could see him only dimly, he appeared very humanoid, tall, with long and straight silverish hair. He appeared to be clothed in a light blue and silver uniform.

We learned later that one team member saw a tendril of the blue fog travel along the ground towards her. It frightened her a little until the mist reached her foot and began to send wisps around her feet. She later told us that there was a gentle kindness about the fog and all misgivings vanished. However, our American friend who was not an actual team member became very frightened by the golden light and blue fog.

We learned later that it was all too much for her - something the extraterrestrial would tell us. For as we stood there facing one another, the tall being sent us a message that they would very much like to manifest more fully in the physical to meet with us, but that if they did so, one of our team members would be dangerously frightened. Their caution and concern were touching. And a far cry from the crying wolf that goes on so often when extraterrestrials are said to be heartless, devoid of feeling, and out to harm human beings. We in CSETI feel that this type of encounter points up the absolute need and appropriateness of doing real-time field work in our efforts to learn exactly what these beings are all about.

It is important, and interesting, to note that both Dr. Greer and myself received nearly identical mental messages each time there was a communication from the extraterrestrial.

Dr. Greer and I consulted one another and decided to send a joint message. We told the tall being that if they could not come to us, it was okay with us if they could take us to where they were. We could sense this was being discussed with a 'central command control', or his more senior team members. Dr. Greer and I saw a copper-gold sphere, ten to twelve feet in diameter, begin to coalesce to the left of the tall being. It never reached material solidity but soon began to disperse. The tall being then sent us a message that it would frighten our teammates just as much to see us disappear in front of their eyes as it would for the ETs to manifest right there. At this time, we had no idea that any member of our team was having difficulty coping with these events.
Soon Again, Soon Again:

Finally, after what seemed like a few moments, the tall being sent us a message that they would not be able to manifest fully in the physical this night. But they sent a message: "soon again; soon again". At this point, Dr. Greer went back to speak with the other team members and I stayed put. For the next five minutes, the being and I exchanged blessings to each other, to our teams. It was poignant and lovely. I cannot recall any of the actual 'words' or specific communications; it was not a left-brained exchange, but was beyond the bounds of linear thought.

Their Reluctance is Proven Out:

When I joined the others, I learned that our American friend had become extremely frightened, so much so that she had taken refuge in our vehicle. We had designated the big Suburban as the 'safe area". We do this on all our field research - setting aside a specific enclosure that any team member can go to if unfolding events prove fearful to them. In fact, it is our policy to send a 'buddy' along, who remains with them the entire time they wish to stay in the safe area. We divide into buddies at the beginning of our field session so that each team member is accounted for, and accountable, at all times. She told us that if she had seen anything more from the ETs, she would have run screaming down the mountainside.

Preparation is Key:

Her reactions impressed upon us the importance of training for each team member. It served as a strong reminder to us to be more stringent in adherence to our policies regarding untrained guests who wanted to join our field work. Much to my surprise, Dr. Greer and I learned from our teammates that we had been standing there, exchanging communication with the extraterrestrials, for nearly two hours. We both thought no more than thirty minutes had elapsed. By this time, it was nearly 3:00 am, so we broke camp and went home.

The Encounters Continue:

The following day was a busy one with an appearance on Diana Chapa's live TV show in the morning, a field trip to another site in the afternoon, and a talk at the Ovni Club that evening. It was about 11:30 pm by the time we were driving up the narrow road to our Las Mitres site. Interestingly, our videographer teammate was absent from field work. He had decided to stay in the city to visit his friend and her son. As the Suburban headed up the gravel lane, Dr. Greer and I simultaneously observed a small, bright light on the side of Las Mitres. We knew from the previous night that there was no light normally in that area. Tonight we also had with us our American friend's Mexican husband. He and our driver assured us there were no houses, no power lines, no roads, nothing on the sheer cliffs of Las Mitres.

As we came to the base of the mountain, Dr. Greer jumped from the Suburban while it was still rolling. The other woman and I jumped out and grabbed the bare necessities of field gear: a 500,000-candle power portable halogen light, our night vision scope, binoculars, a small camcorder, and a hand-held micro-cassette recorder.

Because of the reaction by an untrained participant the previous night, we sent our driver and his friend down the road. We told them we could not afford any panic this night. Unbeknownst to us at the time, the men went to a spot at the bottom of the road where they could clearly see the events that unfolded.

Are We in a Spielberg Movie?:

Dr. Greer grabbed the halogen light and sent a signal to the star-like light on the hillside. Instantly, the light transformed into a gigantic, brilliant round beam that shot light down the entire mountainside! We were astonished. It came close to being the time we always joke about - when events are so incredible that we'll wish we had on "Depends" undergarments! We continued to have a Close Encounter of the Fifth Kind - a human-initiated or human-interactive experience - with this craft for the next two hours and fifteen minutes. An exchange like this, with a team in the field, is unprecedented. During the lengthy encounter, we sent light signals to the craft. The craft would signal back to us in the exact same sequence. Then its lights would extinguish. Within a few minutes, it would again illuminate and initiate a signal to us. This went on and on. Twice during this time period, we saw the shadows of beings walking in front of the blinding beam. At times, the beam would rotate upon itself, appearing to the left of its original position - then back where it was. Once the light seemed to turn over on itself, illuminating the sparsely forested slope behind it. This was one of the times when figures were seen to move in the beam.

Hoaxability Ration - Low to Zero:

It must be emphasized that this is a very remote area devoid of roads. For anyone to have hoaxed this event would have required something on the scale of a major motion picture crew. There was simply no way to have moved equipment like this onto these sheer slopes. It would have caused quite a commotion in the suburbs below if a crew of that magnitude had traversed those sheer cliffs that day. The area would have been swarming with lookie-loos. At the end of the two hours and fifteen minutes, the light, which by now had split into two candle-flame colored round lights, turned to brilliant red, shot out a lightning bolt of energy and vanished. We saw a golden streak shoot through the sky towards the direction of the ancient volcano, Topochico. And the energy was gone. It was not until this point that we fully appreciated that
1) we'd been standing up for all that time, and
2) our hair had stood on end the entire time.

As a side note, I want to report that when we first got out of the vehicle at the base of the mountain, I heard crickets chirping in stereophonic synchronicity. One would chirp on our right, then one would chirp on our left. The chirping was loud and distinct. When I heard it, I told my teammates that it was significant. I had heard similar chirping prior to another major encounter in the past. It was moments later that the gigantic craft illuminated before us.

Eventful Trip Home:

We signaled to our drivers to bring up the Suburban. When they arrived, we learned that the men had gone to a vantage point and had seen everything, giving us two independent witnesses. In fact, from their extra distance the light was not so blinding and they were able to discern the craft. They both reported seeing a very large disc-shaped craft with a domed top. The men were extremely excited. They said they felt bonded now, like brothers. The American's husband said that his life would never be the same again.

As we were riding on our 30-minute drive home, Dr. Greer remarked that he felt the ETs would follow us. Within a minute, the man in front was exclaiming, "la luz, la luz!" (the light, the light!) We could then see that the gigantic light was visible from the road, showing itself to us on the opposite side of the mountain from where it had been at our field site! We stopped at a closed gas station, signaled and videoed (which came out fuzzy and blurred). You will recall that, of all nights, our videographer was not with us this night. Coincidence or orchestrated by the ETs? So many such things happen that we have to ponder the possibility. This time, the light was not appearing as two lights side by side. Instead, they were two lights stacked one on top the other. We continued to observe it on the remainder of the homeward ride, stopping twice more to observe.

When we arrived home, we climbed up to our flat roof. We could still see it, even though the entire valley of the city of Monterrey was now between us, the back side of Las Mitres and the rest of the range. The lights were still there. They had changed position again and were now staggered, one atop the other. They had been so bright that we could see the rock face behind it illuminated. As we watched, the lights dimmed down to about half their luminosity.

The Craft Revealed:

At this point, we could clearly see the structure of the craft. It was indeed a large disc with a sloped dome on top. By measuring with fingers at arm's length, Dr. Greer determined that the craft was between one-half to one full city block in size. As the birds began to sing and the sky began to lighten, we bid goodbye and heartfelt thanks to our visitors for these remarkable experiences and went inside to sleep, and dream of them.

Shari Adamiak, Executive Director, CSETI ________________________

Final Notes:

I wish to advise that the three persons who interacted with the craft as described above included three very responsible and stable individuals. Dr. Greer is a practicing trauma physician, father of four, world-renowned expert on extraterrestrial intelligence. He is the founder of CSETI, and the visionary and guiding force of it. Our teammate from New York is cofounder of a research foundation and is personal friends with world leaders in both the political and private sectors. And I myself have been educated in the sciences and the law and worked for many years as a paralegal, which gives me a logical mind upon which to base my ongoing extraterrestrial experiences. - Shari Adamiak

I describe how I first met Shari in 1992. It was an experience that I will never forget:
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2024.05.15 18:39 Contactunderground Monterrey Mexico 1994, there a CE-5 contact team attracted a large craft which hovered on a mountainside. A blinding beam of light emanated from the UFO and the silhouettes of beings could be seen moving in front of the beam.

Monterrey Mexico 1994, there a CE-5 contact team attracted a large craft which hovered on a mountainside. A blinding beam of light emanated from the UFO and the silhouettes of beings could be seen moving in front of the beam.
Shari Adamiak was a dedicated, disciplined volunteer contact worker who I had the honor to serve with as a fellow CE-5 Working Group Coordinator from 1992 till 1998. I honor her memory by posting her report describing an amazing encounter in Monterrey Mexico in 1994.

In the report posted below, a prolonged telepathic exchanges reportedly occurred with two types of non-human beings, very small ones and a larger humanoid being.

Joseph Burkes MD 2024

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CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE FIFTH KIND IN MONTERREY,
MEXICO - DECEMBER 1994
By Shari Adamiak ©1995, Executive Director of CSETI

Introduction:
The following is an account - from my point of view - of events that occurred during a CSETI investigative team activation to Monterrey, Mexico in December of 1994. While necessarily somewhat subjective based on my own experiences, every attempt has been made to present an accurate depiction of events that were experienced by myself and our team.
CSETI Reacts to Flap in Mexico:
After seeing a tape of a "Hard Copy" program showing an active wave of UFO activity in Monterrey, Mexico - the third largest metropolis in Mexico - we made an effort to contact the researcher who had taken those videos. Santiago Yturria is a thorough researcher and skilled videographer who, along with Diana Perla Chapa, the host of a popular live talk show on Mexican network television, has had a UFO group for over 20 years in the state of Nuevo Leone.

Dr. Steven Greer, international director of CSETI, activated a CSETI Rapid Mobilization Investigative Team (RMIT) to Monterrey to investigate this current flap. Santiago, Diana, and the entire Ovni Club of N.L. assisted us, took us to sites, shared their evidence and graciously welcomed us to Monterrey. Dr. Greer, myself, a woman from New York and a man, also a videographer, from Minneapolis made up the CSETI team. (Names furnished upon request.)
Consciousness Connections:

Lucid dream activity played a significant role in the events that unfolded in Monterrey. Three of the team had dreams that proved to be portents of happenings on this project. I had a dream in the early hours of December 13th. In it, the extraterrestrials were showing us the spot where we should come in order to have a meeting with them. They showed me aerial views, in stop motion - each one closer to the ground - and marked the site with a strobing turquoise laser pattern. They showed me a view from the ground, looking up at some steep peaks, and showed it to me both in day and nighttime views. The night view revealed two stars in a particular configuration over one of the peaks.

That very afternoon, Santiago and his friends drove us to Las Mitres mountains, well known as an area of many sightings of UFOs. As we approached, it dawned on me that it was identical to what I was shown in my dream. We decided to use the spot as our field research site that night. When we came to Las Mitres (so named because the mountain peaks resemble a bishop's miter hat) that night, the two stars were indeed in the sky in the same position as I had seen in my lucid dream.

The Team Gets to Work:

The CSETI team had observed some anomalous objects in the sky at two different sites on the nights of December 11th and 12th, but the next two nights, the 13th and 14th at the Las Mitres sites, proved to be exceptional. The Las Mitres mountains contain a large cave where the local investigators believe that spacecraft conceal themselves when coming to the Monterrey area. And, unusually dense low clouds were known to form over the cave and other parts of the peaks very quickly. On the night of December 13th, the entire CSETI team set up camp at the base of Las Mitres. We were joined by an American woman who was a friend of one of our teammates, who was married to a Mexican man and living in Monterrey. She had arranged our lodging and transportation for us.

Around 10:30 pm, following our first Coherent Thought Sequencing (a CSETI protocol) session, we observed a very bright light that appeared in the zenith of the sky, traveling rapidly in an upward arc that terminated in the center of the constellation Orion. At 10:45 pm, very dense clouds materialized within a minute on parts of the sheer mountain cliffs.
The Close Encounters Begin:

At approximately 1:00 am, Dr. Greer and another team member were standing slightly down the gravel road when they observed a bright, strobe-like white light to appear at the edge of the mountain. At about the same time, I had gotten up and walked closer towards the brush at the base of the mountain. Dr. Greer looked for me to tell me of the strobe light and found me at the spot where it had appeared. As we stood there, another round light came rolling down the side of the steep slope. Just then, I felt some invisible energy that felt as if it were gently pulling me in deeper to the brush. Both Dr. Greer and I felt there was a presence nearby that, from past experience, led us to feel there was a spacecraft and extraterrestrial beings very nearby.

Just then, I began to perceive small, square-shouldered beings in the brush around us. They could be sensed and dimly seen, but a clear view of them wasn't possible. The little beings were extremely shy and reticent. They would scurry close to us, then backtrack quickly into the brush. We could not hear any brush moving or footsteps but we could dimly see them. To me, they seemed to have on uniforms that covered their body and legs that were a dull orange-rust color. They were very short, just up to my knees (I am 5'7"). I became aware of a telepathic message - they were concerned about our video camera, behind me to the right. I turned my head and looked. Sure enough, unknown to me previously as I had not seen it in the dark, was our teammate's professional camera set up on a tripod. I send back the mental message to them not to worry, the camera wasn't on and we wouldn't let him touch it. They seemed to trust my assurance, as the event continued to unfold. I related this two-way communication to Dr. Greer, who went back to the other three people and instructed them to stay where they were unless he called them forward.

These rich, rare exchanges with what appear to be extraterrestrial life forms are very delicate scenarios. Any sudden, rash or extreme emotion or movement can thwart the entire event and bring it to a screeching halt, and the extraterrestrials vanish. Sometimes our second-guessing of what is needed to allow an event to unfold in all its possible fullness is accurate; sometimes it is not. It is almost like hesitant dance partners, longing but afraid to get closer. Until we as a people are more accepting of close contact with extraterrestrials, our interactions are likely to continue in this way.

I could mentally 'hear' concerned conversation going on amongst the small beings. They eventually conveyed to me the message, again mentally, that they were having difficulty adjusting our energies in preparation for a meeting because my physical energy was concentrated on my stomach, trying to digest some food. Just before all this began, I had eaten about a half of a Power Bar, a dense protein energy food. It was cold and hard from being in my gear bag for hours and I could feel it kind of just laying in my stomach. At this point, I sent a very deliberate message to the life forms: "I give you permission to take it out of my body". Suddenly, I felt as if someone were standing some distance away with a fishing line whose hook was inside my stomach. It felt as if someone were slowing reeling in the line as the food came back out the way it went in. Now, I detest vomiting more than almost anything and I was struck by the gentleness that was used in removing this food from my body. It was only mildly unpleasant. Dr. Greer, an emergency physician, asked me if I was alright. I told him that I was fine and that this was being done with my permission. After this little purging, the energy felt softer, with less intense vibration.

Soon the little beings sent both Dr. Greer and I the message that if we removed our glasses, we would be able to see them better. Although I normally use contact lenses, glasses are preferable for field work when wind and dust often get blown into my eyes, plus the fact that we are often in the field until the wee hours of the morning. After receiving this message, we each removed our glasses. One last request from the little ETs - that we remove our hats (it had been a chilly night.) At this point, I could actually feel a harmonious flow of energy between us, the little beings, and some other unseen source.

Another Being is Perceived:

At this point, the small life forms disappeared. Shafts of golden light began to come from an unknown, unseen source and lay across the bushes in front of us. We learned later that the three other team members behind us could see this as well, although they had not been able to perceive the small beings. I could feel one of these shafts of light approach me and fill my torso with a warm, golden glow. After the light rays faded, a large oval of bluish fog began to form about ten feet in front of us. As the blue mist began to coalesce, Dr. Greer and I became aware of a being within it. Although again we could see him only dimly, he appeared very humanoid, tall, with long and straight silverish hair. He appeared to be clothed in a light blue and silver uniform.

We learned later that one team member saw a tendril of the blue fog travel along the ground towards her. It frightened her a little until the mist reached her foot and began to send wisps around her feet. She later told us that there was a gentle kindness about the fog and all misgivings vanished. However, our American friend who was not an actual team member became very frightened by the golden light and blue fog.

We learned later that it was all too much for her - something the extraterrestrial would tell us. For as we stood there facing one another, the tall being sent us a message that they would very much like to manifest more fully in the physical to meet with us, but that if they did so, one of our team members would be dangerously frightened. Their caution and concern were touching. And a far cry from the crying wolf that goes on so often when extraterrestrials are said to be heartless, devoid of feeling, and out to harm human beings. We in CSETI feel that this type of encounter points up the absolute need and appropriateness of doing real-time field work in our efforts to learn exactly what these beings are all about.

It is important, and interesting, to note that both Dr. Greer and myself received nearly identical mental messages each time there was a communication from the extraterrestrial.

Dr. Greer and I consulted one another and decided to send a joint message. We told the tall being that if they could not come to us, it was okay with us if they could take us to where they were. We could sense this was being discussed with a 'central command control', or his more senior team members. Dr. Greer and I saw a copper-gold sphere, ten to twelve feet in diameter, begin to coalesce to the left of the tall being. It never reached material solidity but soon began to disperse. The tall being then sent us a message that it would frighten our teammates just as much to see us disappear in front of their eyes as it would for the ETs to manifest right there. At this time, we had no idea that any member of our team was having difficulty coping with these events.
Soon Again, Soon Again:

Finally, after what seemed like a few moments, the tall being sent us a message that they would not be able to manifest fully in the physical this night. But they sent a message: "soon again; soon again". At this point, Dr. Greer went back to speak with the other team members and I stayed put. For the next five minutes, the being and I exchanged blessings to each other, to our teams. It was poignant and lovely. I cannot recall any of the actual 'words' or specific communications; it was not a left-brained exchange, but was beyond the bounds of linear thought.

Their Reluctance is Proven Out:

When I joined the others, I learned that our American friend had become extremely frightened, so much so that she had taken refuge in our vehicle. We had designated the big Suburban as the 'safe area". We do this on all our field research - setting aside a specific enclosure that any team member can go to if unfolding events prove fearful to them. In fact, it is our policy to send a 'buddy' along, who remains with them the entire time they wish to stay in the safe area. We divide into buddies at the beginning of our field session so that each team member is accounted for, and accountable, at all times. She told us that if she had seen anything more from the ETs, she would have run screaming down the mountainside.

Preparation is Key:

Her reactions impressed upon us the importance of training for each team member. It served as a strong reminder to us to be more stringent in adherence to our policies regarding untrained guests who wanted to join our field work. Much to my surprise, Dr. Greer and I learned from our teammates that we had been standing there, exchanging communication with the extraterrestrials, for nearly two hours. We both thought no more than thirty minutes had elapsed. By this time, it was nearly 3:00 am, so we broke camp and went home.

The Encounters Continue:

The following day was a busy one with an appearance on Diana Chapa's live TV show in the morning, a field trip to another site in the afternoon, and a talk at the Ovni Club that evening. It was about 11:30 pm by the time we were driving up the narrow road to our Las Mitres site. Interestingly, our videographer teammate was absent from field work. He had decided to stay in the city to visit his friend and her son. As the Suburban headed up the gravel lane, Dr. Greer and I simultaneously observed a small, bright light on the side of Las Mitres. We knew from the previous night that there was no light normally in that area. Tonight we also had with us our American friend's Mexican husband. He and our driver assured us there were no houses, no power lines, no roads, nothing on the sheer cliffs of Las Mitres.

As we came to the base of the mountain, Dr. Greer jumped from the Suburban while it was still rolling. The other woman and I jumped out and grabbed the bare necessities of field gear: a 500,000-candle power portable halogen light, our night vision scope, binoculars, a small camcorder, and a hand-held micro-cassette recorder.

Because of the reaction by an untrained participant the previous night, we sent our driver and his friend down the road. We told them we could not afford any panic this night. Unbeknownst to us at the time, the men went to a spot at the bottom of the road where they could clearly see the events that unfolded.

Are We in a Spielberg Movie?:

Dr. Greer grabbed the halogen light and sent a signal to the star-like light on the hillside. Instantly, the light transformed into a gigantic, brilliant round beam that shot light down the entire mountainside! We were astonished. It came close to being the time we always joke about - when events are so incredible that we'll wish we had on "Depends" undergarments! We continued to have a Close Encounter of the Fifth Kind - a human-initiated or human-interactive experience - with this craft for the next two hours and fifteen minutes. An exchange like this, with a team in the field, is unprecedented. During the lengthy encounter, we sent light signals to the craft. The craft would signal back to us in the exact same sequence. Then its lights would extinguish. Within a few minutes, it would again illuminate and initiate a signal to us. This went on and on. Twice during this time period, we saw the shadows of beings walking in front of the blinding beam. At times, the beam would rotate upon itself, appearing to the left of its original position - then back where it was. Once the light seemed to turn over on itself, illuminating the sparsely forested slope behind it. This was one of the times when figures were seen to move in the beam.

Hoaxability Ration - Low to Zero:

It must be emphasized that this is a very remote area devoid of roads. For anyone to have hoaxed this event would have required something on the scale of a major motion picture crew. There was simply no way to have moved equipment like this onto these sheer slopes. It would have caused quite a commotion in the suburbs below if a crew of that magnitude had traversed those sheer cliffs that day. The area would have been swarming with lookie-loos. At the end of the two hours and fifteen minutes, the light, which by now had split into two candle-flame colored round lights, turned to brilliant red, shot out a lightning bolt of energy and vanished. We saw a golden streak shoot through the sky towards the direction of the ancient volcano, Topochico. And the energy was gone. It was not until this point that we fully appreciated that
  1. we'd been standing up for all that time, and
  2. our hair had stood on end the entire time.

As a side note, I want to report that when we first got out of the vehicle at the base of the mountain, I heard crickets chirping in stereophonic synchronicity. One would chirp on our right, then one would chirp on our left. The chirping was loud and distinct. When I heard it, I told my teammates that it was significant. I had heard similar chirping prior to another major encounter in the past. It was moments later that the gigantic craft illuminated before us.

Eventful Trip Home:

We signaled to our drivers to bring up the Suburban. When they arrived, we learned that the men had gone to a vantage point and had seen everything, giving us two independent witnesses. In fact, from their extra distance the light was not so blinding and they were able to discern the craft. They both reported seeing a very large disc-shaped craft with a domed top. The men were extremely excited. They said they felt bonded now, like brothers. The American's husband said that his life would never be the same again.

As we were riding on our 30-minute drive home, Dr. Greer remarked that he felt the ETs would follow us. Within a minute, the man in front was exclaiming, "la luz, la luz!" (the light, the light!) We could then see that the gigantic light was visible from the road, showing itself to us on the opposite side of the mountain from where it had been at our field site! We stopped at a closed gas station, signaled and videoed (which came out fuzzy and blurred). You will recall that, of all nights, our videographer was not with us this night. Coincidence or orchestrated by the ETs? So many such things happen that we have to ponder the possibility. This time, the light was not appearing as two lights side by side. Instead, they were two lights stacked one on top the other. We continued to observe it on the remainder of the homeward ride, stopping twice more to observe.

When we arrived home, we climbed up to our flat roof. We could still see it, even though the entire valley of the city of Monterrey was now between us, the back side of Las Mitres and the rest of the range. The lights were still there. They had changed position again and were now staggered, one atop the other. They had been so bright that we could see the rock face behind it illuminated. As we watched, the lights dimmed down to about half their luminosity.

The Craft Revealed:

At this point, we could clearly see the structure of the craft. It was indeed a large disc with a sloped dome on top. By measuring with fingers at arm's length, Dr. Greer determined that the craft was between one-half to one full city block in size. As the birds began to sing and the sky began to lighten, we bid goodbye and heartfelt thanks to our visitors for these remarkable experiences and went inside to sleep, and dream of them.

Shari Adamiak, Executive Director, CSETI ________________________

Final Notes:

I wish to advise that the three persons who interacted with the craft as described above included three very responsible and stable individuals. Dr. Greer is a practicing trauma physician, father of four, world-renowned expert on extraterrestrial intelligence. He is the founder of CSETI, and the visionary and guiding force of it. Our teammate from New York is cofounder of a research foundation and is personal friends with world leaders in both the political and private sectors. And I myself have been educated in the sciences and the law and worked for many years as a paralegal, which gives me a logical mind upon which to base my ongoing extraterrestrial experiences. - Shari Adamiak

I describe how I first met Shari in 1992. It was an experience that I will never forget:
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2024.05.13 19:59 United_Patriots The Nature of Orion [43] - Domain of the Dakquo

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Memory transcription subject: Kalsim, Captain, United Federation Fleet
Date [standardized human time]: December 30th, 2136
It became harder and harder to remember why we came in the first place when the simple process of landing on the ground was tantamount to stepping back into the past.
So many of the sensations granted by the asteroid sanctuary, the smells,the sights, the sounds, were so hauntingly familiar. Of flying from treetop to treetop, seeing my non sapient kin fly free of the burden of galactic existence. Of fruits and berries picked right from the stem, carrying with them flavors that bordered on ecstasy. The calls and cries of a nature beaten down time and time again, but still managed to stand back up on its own two legs every single time.
So much of it was familiar, yet so much of it wasn't.
"Kelum, do you recognize that?" referring to the foreign call sounding off in the distance.
He was still trying to process his surroundings, beak poised catch several insects. "Uh...no, I don't."
I turned in the direction of its source. "Neither do I."
"What about that bird from earlier?"
The one that flew by the viewport? "Didn't recognize that one either."
"Shit then." Kelum slowly returned to guard mode as he began sweeping his rifle over the foliage. "Your the big history guy here, I'm relying on you. What does it mean that you don't know?"
"Well, maybe call it a gap in my knowledge..." my attention was caught by a strange cluster of berries perched on a nearby bush. Collected in bunches, the fruits were oblong, almost cylindrical, orange with black spots across the skin. The aroma was sweet and tangy, something I knew several officers on the Lyakuda would love to use as an air freshener. And it was entirely unrecognizable.
Yet some base instinct inside of me said that it belonged. That it all belonged. That the ferns and grasses adn the strange noises that seemed foreign to my home were in fact an integral part of this one. There was song being played that I couldn't quiet yet hear, but I knew was there. Whether it was one that I would enjoy was still up for debate.
"Captain?"
"Wuh?" I spun around to see Kelum checking me with a look of concern.
"You kinda zoned out there for a sec. Are you alright?"
"Sorry, I was just thinking." I stepped back from the bush and into the clearing. "I...don't know what to make of this. This place..."
Kelum shrugged. "Couldn't tell you either cap. I'm just along for the ride at this point."
"All I need you to do is to keep that gun raised, just in case." Some part of me said that it would be unnecessary. After all, the Federation wiped out any native species that posed even the slightest threat to a krakotl. And by all means, this place seemed like Nishtal. But then again...
A sharp cry grabbed the silence and violently broke it over its knee. More like a wail, piercing in its effect, little needles in our eardrums that seemed to stab more and more as the seconds dragged along. The pitch never faltered, even as the cry let the background jungle settle back into its normal rhythm. I looked over to see Kelum taking deep breaths, before I realized I was too.
"Cap, what the fuck was that?" For the first time since we arrived, tendrils of genuine fear seemed to creep into Kelum's voice. At the very least, he was never letting go of that rifle ever again.
"I don't know, I never heard that before either."
"Well I need you to start knowing right fucking now, cause I don't like that shit, not one bit."
"Neither do I, but we need to remain calm. Now's not the time to start acting like Sivkit," another awful wail echoed in the further distance, "so keep that rifle up."
Kelum didn't need to be told twice. "Maybe we shouldn't stick around. Maybe we've seen everything we've needed to see."
Some part of me agreed with him. You didn't need to be a prey to not be comfortable sharing a space with whatever made that sound. And I don't think that's all this place has in store for us. For better and for worse...
"We saw those buildings. We were just in that observation room. This place is more than just a sanctuary. We need to keep going."
Kelum raised a talon in argument, faltered, then sighed. "If I die here, I'm gonna fucking kill you cap."
That somehow raised a chuckle out of me. "Glad to see your still you."
"You drag me to the gallows, least you can do is let me get the last laugh in." Kelum pushed past me and began sifting through the undergrowth. "I'll lead. I think the town was this way."
Directions, thankfully, weren't going to be an issue. Despite its gargantuan size, the sanctuary appeared to have a pretty simple layout. A giant circle, with the town at the center, surrounded on all sides by thick jungle. All we had to do was walk forward. If only if it was that simple.
I did manage to recognize many of the plants that composed the flora, only due to their absence on the Nishtal I knew. The undergrowth there was absolutely sparse in comparison to here, mostly thanks to the Federation's anti predator efforts. Without natural balances to keep them in check, the native herbivores of Nishtal went wild, stripping the ground level nearly down to the very soil itself. If not for our geoengineering tech, the planet would've suffered an ecological collapse that would've made the Cradle look like hiccup in comparison.
This place seemed to suffer no such issues. Great for the local ecosystem, terrible for us. For not only was it hot, not only was it humid, we had to push through vine and bramble so thick it was nearly impossible to squeeze through. It didn't help that the we seemed to be heading down a slope, so the atmosphere only got thicker as we descended further. It came to the point where I almost considered stripping off my vest so I wouldn't die of heatstroke on the spot. Thankfully we came across a small clearing, which gave us the opportunity to catch our breaths.
"How close do you think we are?" I asked between pulls of impossibly humid air.
"Don't know, but we have to be close." Kelum looked up to the 'sky', where the 'sun' had really reached its zenith. "Hard to tell, but we're definitely making progress."
"Stars above, whatever this is must be worth it."
"Better fucking be. Not dying of thirst on some secret asteroid zoo run by...fuck I don't know. You said you thought it was someone up high who contacted you?"
"Yeah, but that was just a confident guess."
He chuckled. "Maybe this is just his private resort or something. They definitely have the money to hollow out an asteroid. Maybe there will be a pool and a bar on the other side of this bush."
I had to admit, the possibility was funny. "If this was just a roundabout way for Nikonus to invite me over for a drink, I swear to the stars above I'll glass Aafa myself."
Kelum laughed. "Glad to hear your in a good mood cap."
"I'm not."
He stood up, ready to get on the move again. "At least you know what a joke is. Did you know I used to work for Jerulim? Head so far up his ass he forgot what-"
The rustle from a nearby bush cut off Kelum's admiration of our ambassador. He trained the rifle on the source, talon itching to let the weapon bark. The pistol in my holster gained a newfound presence as something began to emerge from within the shadows.
"Alright then, come at me you...oh."
The creature that caused us so much worry turned out to be a small lizard, scales verdant, barely the length of my wing. It crawled from underneath the bush and across the dark earth of the clearing. It took a moment to regard us with two beady side facing eyes, before it began on its way once more.
Kelum lowered the rifle, and began breathing once again. "Damn, little buddy there gave me a-"
Before he had a chance to finish, a rush of air came from behind, and a flash of green and gold plucked the lizard off the ground right in front of our eyes. Before we had a chance to fully process what just happened, the bird was away, propelling itself skyward, the unfortunate lizard grasped firmly in its talons.
We stared dumbly as the...predator ascended, then leveled out, before finally disappearing behind the canopy. Kelum went to say something several times, but each attempt only seemed to point his rifle closer and closer to the ground. Finally, he turned to face me directly, his face the farthest point from comprehension it could possibly go.
"Cap, did that..." he didn't need to finish his sentence. I was still struggling to construe it, but we both saw the same thing.
"Yes, it did."
Kelum nodded his head, before turning it back to the sky. "It did..."
As the shock of the lizard being hunted wore off, I managed to have some thoughts on the situation. This place is definitely not the Nishtal I know. The Federation would never let a bird like that exist in any form besides ash. Yet here it was, in a facility no doubt constructed by the Federation. Is that what the note writer wanted us to see?
"Cap?" I turned to see Kelum once again wear that worried expression. "Any ideas?"
"I...don't know. Maybe this is...some sort of facility to study predators? An isolated environment, far from any inhabited planet, where they won't pose any danger?"
Kelum sighed. "I think that's the best we got right now. But that still doesn't explain the town."
"No, it doesn't." At this point, I was worried that the distant collection of buildings we saw would only serve to raise even more questions. Who lives there? More krakotl? kolshians? Is it empty? But standing around wouldn't answer any questions. It'll kill us, given everything we've seen so far. "Kelum, we have to keep moving."
"Yeah, your right, but with all this..." He paused, before looking at me, then himself. "Are we stupid?"
"Uh...what do you mean."
"Cap, we're birds."
*"*Yes, but..."
"...oh..."
We had become so enamored with our surroundings that we completely forgot the fact that we could fly.
"Yeah, oh." Kelum slung his rifle over his shoulders, and extended his wings out to their full length. "Hopefully we can just fly right over all of this shit."
"Good thinking, wish we thought of-" Another rustle caught my attention, this time from the nearest tree. In the shadowed canopy far above, I could just barely make out something slinking among the branches.
Earth and debris began to swirl as Kelum went airborne. "Something wrong Cap?"
"Nothing, it's just..." Another branch moved, then fell entirely still. Out of all things, why does this seem so...
And then all at once, days spent at the academy flooded back. Memories of illegal histories and textbooks downloaded over the internet, of countless nights spent secretly learning my peoples true history, of why the Federation even considered us prey in the first place.
Oh no.
"Kelum, KELUM!"
"Cap, wha-"
My yell was enough for Kelum to falter, just enough so that the blur that leapt out of the tree missed him by a feathers width. It landed on a trunk opposite to me, claws sharper than an Arxurs digging into the bark. Its earthen fur, which camouflaged it amidst the foliage, now stood on its ends. A growl gurgled from between its barred teeth, and four forward facing eyes trained directly on me.
For a moment we stared each other down, as we both processed the fact that we were seeing specters. My breath caught, my wings were shaking, and I couldn't focus. Partly out of fear, partly out of the impossibility of the whole situation.
Your supposed to be dead. The Federation killed you, they killed ALL of you.
But it didn't care much for the Federation. It only cared about me. Because it was the predator, and I was now its prey.
It launched off the trunk, almost defying gravity as it crossed the gap at a nearly imperceptible speed. I tried to dodge out of the way, but I only managed halfway before an unfathomable pain flashed across my chest and sent my spinning into the earth.
Something warm and sticky filled the space between my vest and chest as my vision faded in and out. Loud pops sounded off one after another, fully killing the already injured silence. That terrible wail once again echoed distantly, cut off by another pop, and the calm returned once again. Shadows invaded the corners of my vision, threatening to overtake everything. As the false sun dispapeared behind Kelum, consciousness finally slipped away.
The pain was the first thing to greet me, followed by the contradiction of the relatively cool air. The battle between them, the pounding agony and the soothing cold, was what awoke me from my imposed slumber.
Fluttering my eyes met we with large splotches of grey and gold, spattered over my vision like spilled buckets of paint. It took several moments for everything to gain defintion, while another spot of blue went back and forth across my sight.
K...Kelum?
Something I did caught his attention, for he stopped in his tracks and immediately came to my side.
"Captain....Cap...can you hear me?"
"I...Kelum?"
"Yeah, yeah, Cap, it's me. It's Kelum."
"Kelum..."
Kelum was standing over me, fatigue dragging at his features. His talons, his wings, his vest, all of him was smeared with violet. Looking behind him revealed that we were in some sort of cave, orange light cascading through the distant entrance. The rock reflected it all, granting the scene an almost...magmatic appearence. Like everything was going to melt right on top of us and burn us alive. My chest already felt much that way anyways.
"Stars above, your awake. I thought you weren't gonna make it."
I managed to look down to see that I was entirely naked, spare for the fithly fabrics wrapped tightly around my chest. They, along with the feathers surrounding it, was also stained a pugent violet.
"Kelum," a cough sent bolts of pain running across my chest.
"Take it easy, Cap, take it easy." Kelum pressed a talon on my shoulder to keep me from gettiing up. "It got you pretty good. You lost a lot of blood."
"Wha...what happened." My memory was still fuzzy, no more defined than my vision mere moments ago. All that was there were feelings, of fear, pain, confusion, and in some small note, even awe.
"That...that thing, it almost got me. If you hadn't had called out, I...fuck, that fall would've done most of the work." Kelum's brevity was all but gone, leaving behind a bloodied, anxious wreck. "And then it pounced on you, got you across the chest. There was so much blood, I thought you were going to..." He trailed off as he considered the possibility. It was still a possibility.
"Hey," I managed weakly. "I'm still here. It hasn't got me yet."
Kelum managed to regain some of his composure. "I...had to use your vest as a bandage. I don't know how long it'll hold, but it's stopped the bleeding for now."
I looked down at my chest again. Somewhere beneath the tattered remains of my uniform laid a gash that nearly ended my life. There was a momentary urge to peel back the fabric to see how bad it was, but that would only hasten things at that point.
"Kelum...if I don't make it..."
"Cap, don't say that."
"Kelum, it's my job as a captain to realistically assess the situation we find ourselves in. And the fact is that I can't fly. I don't even know if I can walk. Odds are that more of those Dakquo are roaming around out there, along with stars know what else. If this," I pointed to my bandage, "doesn't get me, everything else will."
"Cap..." Kelum didn't want to accept it, but I could see that he knew it was true. I was living on borrowed time.
"Kelum, for what it's worth, I wouldn't have chosen anyone else to come with me. Even in this place, you've flown above and beyond the call of duty. And for that, thank you."
Kelum couldn't help a tear from rolling down his cheek, one which he quickly wiped away, leaving behind a little smear of purple. "Thanks cap, it's been an honor serving with you too."
Kelum stood over me for a long moment, before setting down beside me. He glanced deeper into the tunnel , before turning back to face the entrance. "Cap?"
"Yeah?" My breathing was beginning to grow more ragged.
"You mentioned a Dakquo? Was that..."
"Yeah, it was."
Another moment of silence.
It's ironic, isn't it.
"It was a predator from before the Federation arrived. It likes to hide up in the trees, waiting for something to fly past. That's when it pounces. I...became fasncinated with it in my youth. To think, such a powerful creature once roamed our home, that we coexisted with it peacefully for so long. And in an instant, the Federation took it all away. I never thought I would see one. I was never suppsoed to see one. They're supposed to be all dead."
Kelum took another glance back.
"So when I saw it there, about to pounce, a small part of me couldn't help but feel amazed. Something they took from us, something that once defined who we were. And there it was, right in front of my eyes."
I coughed again, and pain roared back once more. Kelum gripped me tighly as it slowly faded, but didn't fully disppear. I didn't have long. Hours, maybe a day or two at the most.
I looked down at the wrap. A small bead of blood peeked out from the wound, which I picked up on the tip of my talon. It glowed pink under the fading light.
"It's funny. It only took a thousand years, but things are finally back to normal."
Kelum glanced back once more.
"Kelum, what are you looking at?"
"I.." he blinked, "I've been trying to ignore it, but there's down the tunnel there."
"What do you mean? Is it-"
"It's not alive, but..." his look said it might has well been. "I'm gonna check it out."
"I'm coming with you." I moved to stand up, but Kelum placed a talon on my shoulder.
"Your not going anywhere cap. Walking around isn't gonna do you any good."
"Like sitting here is." Ignoring my wound scremaing murder, I stood up, and balanced myself on two shaky legs. "I'm not sitting this out. Not anymore."
"But cap-"
"Kelum, I came here because it was a choice I could make. Let me make this one too."
Kelum moved to protest, but only managed to sigh. He unholstered my pistol, and handed it off to me. "If you die now, I'm gonna kill you cap."
That managed a frail chcukle out of me. "Glad to see your still you."
"Fuck, I'm glad too."
Every step was like ten years spent on a cattle farm, but I was able to at least walk. We began slowly creeping deeper into the cave, with Kelum bringing up his weapon light against the encroaching darkness. It revealed something only barely visible from our previous spot, a set of...bones. Inching closer showed that the corpse wasn't of a bird, or that lizard, or even the Dakquo. Rather...
"Wait..." Kelum pasued his light on the skull, where two forward facing sokcets stared back. The snout was elongated, housing row upon row of razor sharp teeth. It rested near what remained of the creatures long tail...and the hands...
"No way..."
Kelum turned his light on one of the hands. Four fingers, and...two thumbs.
"That can't be possible." Kelum swept the light to the other arm, and the story was the same. Four fingers, two thumbs. "No, this can't be right."
It wasn't supposed to be possible, but it was. It was staring us right in the face, with sockets that housed eyes that once terrfied the entire galaxy.
"It's an arxur."
Before we even had time to process the discovery, noises from back where we came caught our attention. Kelum turned towards the light, rifle raised in anticiaption of another attack. I raised my pistol, before a flash of agony nearly sent me to the ground. Something tore, something seperated, and my chest suddenly began to feel too warm. I looked down to see that the bandage had gone loose, and the blood was beginning to run free.
"Oh shit, Kalsim, hold on!"
"It's fine...it's fine." I lowered to the ground as Kelum began frantically ripping off his own vest. The blood was running in little rivers between my feathers as my gaurd despratley tried to stem the flow. But it wasn't working this time. Even with mine and his, the makeshift dressing wasn't enough to prevent what was coming now.
Everything began to fade, Kelums deseperate pleas for me to stay awake, the approaching footsteps, what sounded like voices, all rapdily consumed by the encroaching fog. Even the pain, which seemed to slink away with every passing second.
It was so...peaceful. Even as Kelum began to shake me, even as he was thrown aside by a shadowed figure, I wasn't afraid. Maybe I lost the capacity to be afraid. The path set for me left me liable to be shot or annihilaited at any given moment. I long accepted the inevitability of my death, but I was no hurry to greet it. And now here I was, knocking on the door.
The darkness envloped me entirely, and sensation quickly fell away. Just as I crossed the threshhold, one final thought occured to me:
At least it was all my fault.
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2024.05.10 21:29 Starquilled1205 [F4A] Winter Spirit Warms Your Heart [nature spirit] [winter] [mythical] [comfort]

[F4A] Winter Spirit Warms Your Heart

This is the second of a little series about four seasonal spirits interacting with a special human who can see them and converse with them. As the children of Mother Earth herself, they decided to find a lonely human child to befriend. They chose the listener many years ago when they were only a small child. No one else can see the spirits but the listener.
free to monetize! to credit, link my YT (found in my profile)! thanks! :D free to genderbend! Location/Ambience: winter wind, snow, bending trees Listener: stressed young worker, has known the spirit since childhood Voice: mature, deep, quiet, slow, a bit lonely/cold. Less expressive. Deeply loving and ironically, warm. Theme: you are valuable
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Begins with winter wind blowing, sounds of snow and ice
Hello there, friend.
Listener is startled
(quiet, amused chuckle) Are you surprised? I’ve come back.
listener enthusiastically hugs her
(muffled) Mmm…! Mmm…
a quiet moment as Winter lets the listener hug them.
Yes. It’s me. Winter. It seems as though you’ve missed me.
Yes. I’ve missed you as well. The other parts of the world simply aren't the same without my cold-loving human friend. (quiet chuckle)

Who, Autumn? Yes. She will be around for a bit longer, but I will convince her to move on soon enough. Have you had a lovely time with her? She hasn’t worn you out, has she?

Wonderful, I see. Come here. Let me embrace you once more.
hugs given
Most humans would curse me to the sky, you know. Bringing them nothing but the these low temperatures… making them shove snow out of their way… making them bundle up… making it difficult to travel… but you… you so willingly embrace me?

Yes, you. My precious friend. You’ve never minded the change I bring to your corner of the earth. I have always been amazed at your adaptability, and surprised by your love for the gifts I bring. Yes, it’s like you don’t mind any of it… (in awe of the listener) I love you.
………..
I am perhaps a bit late this year, yes. You know how it is. Mother… is still not well. My transition from other parts of the world has been delayed due to her illness. My path has been significantly mixed up.
(brighter) But do not fear. I am here now, and I have brought all the frigid coldness you could ever desire.
listener asks if she is doing alright
What was that? Oh, my dear friend… Do not worry about me. I may not have come this year with the usual heavy snowfall. This flurry… is very much simply to reserve my energy for later. I am preparing something very special for you.
Now come. Let us walk and talk, shall we?

Did you come here waiting for me?

…For one such as yourself - a human who lives most comfortably in the warmer months - to come out here into this park on the longest frozen night of the season… are you in love with me or something? (quiet amused chuckle)

How have you been?
listener says they’ve been “fine”, busy, etc
Mmm. You look worn. Here, look at me. (takes listener’s face and considers them)
My dear… your light… your human spark… why has it gone dim?
What has happened to you? What have they done?

No, really. What has caused you to be so down like this?
Tell me.
Listener talks a little about work and school and family, while Winter listens closely
My friend. My dear friend.

Do not talk about yourself in such a manner.
You say all of these things… worthless… stupid… weak… as though you were describing a piece of trash cast away into a pit to rot, not the shining gem that you are.
Come with me.
Now stand here.
Wind blows a gust
Hold up your hand, there. Now look at the snowflakes stuck to your glove. Look closely. Look at each one. Some are small, some are big. Some have sharp edges, some round. Each one is different. Behold the beauty of each tiny shard of ice. Each of them works of art, wouldn’t you say?
Yes. You are a work of art. Just like one of these.
Now - look all around you! Look at the landscape. Look at all the snowflakes. Together, they create an even more beautiful scene. Each one, falling as they will, laying on the ground, paint an immaculate work to admire.
Let me tell you, my dear friend. You are more beautiful than one of these snowflakes. More beautiful than the entire brilliant scene they all create. Your spirit, like a flame, glows with a light all its own.

What’s that? No, I won’t be offended, what is it you want to say?

It… the snow is beautiful but soon melts away… indeed. And why, tell me, would you call that “the end?”

It is far from the end. That is the snowflake’s entire purpose. To melt and nourish the earth with water. Each one of these flakes provides water for the ground. It will sink into the dry earth, soak into the grass and trees, evaporate back into the sky, and fall once more.
A snowflake, my friend, is just as valuable as a raindrop. So do not tell me that you are not worthy. Your part in this world is precious. Precious to your friends and family, precious to the earth itself… and precious to me. Oh my dear friend, do not listen to those voices in your head!

Empty? And shallow? (sad sigh)
You know how this winter forest seems empty but feels full? It's like that. Look deeper. Listen. There is life hidden beyond your senses. There are things happening for you that you cannot perceive until you reach them. Much like I know this forest is filled with living things.
The trees - they aren’t dead. They are alive and well deep down underground. This is their season of rest, as well as it is for the hibernating animals. My snow blankets them until it is their time to wake up again. Could it be that you also need a season of rest? You have come to a period in your life that feels and looks dead, but in reality it isn’t. You must look deeper.
(pause)
Here. Do something for me. Do not, under any circumstances, ever, or even in the few moments after I give you this command - think about a pink polar bear. Got it? What did you just think about?
**Mmm, you’ve already done it, haven’t you, you disobedient human! (**chuckles)
That is my entire point though. It is far easier to actively think about something than to not think about it. So! Let us think about true and beautiful things.
I’ll go first. On my way, I saw so many baby whales! Well, not that they were newborns of course… but they made the whole year safe! They were on their way down south with their mothers. More than last year… so that was a pleasant observation. I really wish I wasn’t the reason they move from one end of the planet to the other, but… that reminds me! Let me tell you about a bird. It’s called the bar- tailed godwit, and it flies for 8 to 11 days straight from Alaska to New Zealand. Amazing, right? All to get away from the cold I bring! I don’t blame the little thing. So tiny and fragile. Eh? The godwit? Oh, it’s a little beach bird - like a sandpiper. It’s got a nice long beak for catching little things in the sand. They’re really cute. Say, do you have a favourite bird?
Ah, I see… yes, there are so many. I have a hard time choosing as well. There are some I think are so beautiful… but as you know, they tend to fly off when I head in their direction…
My favourite? Aha… well, would you like to take a guess? Sure, go on.

No, not a snowy owl, but that was a good guess. They are up there in my list.

Not a snow goose, either.

A swan… ah, yes. I do like swans, but they aren’t my favourite. They tend to be a bit… temperamental…

Ahaha you give up? I’ll tell you. The little snow buntings are the ones I find the most adorable. If there were any that lived in your area I would summon them. But… since I cannot… I’ll call my next favourite.
Chickadees fly over
Yes. The chickadees. Aren’t they just so fascinating? Look at their little beady eyes… Oh, that one’s landed on you! It must know who you are.

Who… why, you’re my friend. As a friend of mine, all my friends wish to be friends with you as well. Ah, there’s another!
Have you ever wondered how these tiny little creatures survive in the cold? Well, yes, of course I take care of them. But they are very much capable of it all on their own. They are experts at conserving energy, which comes only from their food intake. And see how they look so poofy and round? That’s because they fluff their feathers out to keep the heat in better.
Kind of like that thick coat you’ve got on. They actually keep their feet a little colder than the rest of their body - it's amazing how they regulate it so perfectly - it truly is a delicate balance.
So small… and yet they’re so spunky in this weather. Hmm. Kinda like you.
Ahaha, was that a blush I see? Oh - just red from the cold? Mhhm. I’m sure…
My precious chickadee... Ahaha, what if I call you that? Would that be weird?
You’d like it? Alright then, it’s settled, my little Chickadee ~. (fond chuckle) Let’s keep walking. It’s gotten quite dark, and you’ve got to get back home. Oh… speaking of which… it should be about time for… ah, there, look up.
The clouds are breaking. The moon might not be full tonight, but the stars are shining brighter than ever. Can you see them now?
Here, let me just…
wind whooshing sound
There! You can see Orion now. I know that one’s your favourite. As every season changes here on this earth, the stars still remain the same. It’s reassuring… and peaceful, isn’t it?
You’re going to be just fine, my little winter bird. You’re strong and resilient - just like our feathered friends. You’ll make it through this. I’ve definitely seen you at better times of your life, but no matter what dark night you’re walking through right now, the dawn will come soon enough. And it will be brighter than ever.
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2024.05.08 18:00 United_Patriots The Nature of Orion [41] - Ancient Predators Rendered Prey

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Memory transcription subject: Kalsim, Krakotl United Federation Fleet Captain
Date [standardized human time]: December 27th, 2136
I shouldn’t be doing this.
My talon flattened my feathers against my head, gel ensuring they wouldn’t stick out at any odd angles.
Why didn’t I refuse?
My uniform was in perfect condition, nary a wrinkle, scuff or scratch to be found. My medals, pinned to my breast, gleamed as if they were brand new.
Why didn’t I just say no?
Staring back from the mirror was me, prim and proper as always. Ready to help the Federation take its next step towards the future.
Fuck.
Jerulim had been right for once in his pathetic existence. I knew it from the moment she stepped up to the podium. The gleam in her eyes, scanning each and every one of us like an Arxur would his cattle. She was a predator, through and through.
I’d thought they would at least share some of my common sense. Unlike the rest of those bumbling primates, she was everything we told ourselves we fought against. Humanity by itself could be managed or otherwise ignored. She would make sure that wasn’t the case.
At least I made myself look presentable. More for the sake of consistency, rather than out of respect for the occasion.
I’m sure the shadow eye agent would agree, if he ever spoke or acknowledged his presence. Falling in behind as I stepped out of my quarters, the farsul maintained a good distance between us. Whether out of fear or malice, it didn’t matter. He took his notes.
Guess this is what it’s like to be Sovlin. As if the poor bastard didn’t have enough on his plate.
The station's krakotl personnel gave me high regards as I marched down the gently curving halls. Some salutes, falls to silence, gentle whispers of ‘that’s Kalsim’. Several even tried to get a word from me, advances which were quickly ignored. The kolshian Exterminators standing guard only stared on.
We quickly passed through the halls and passages of the station, winding our way down towards one of the many dozen landing bays. We found it already cleared out, spare for the several krakotl guards standing watching. Curt tail waves were their form of acknowledgement. They paid no mind to the farsul, who elected to watch from one of the upper balconies.
It wasn’t long before a standard model shuttle appeared in front of the vacuum shield. It slipped through and gently set itself down on the steel paneling. Guards shifted as the ramp hissed and lowered, and our visitors began to descend. I didn’t know whether they clued into our body language yet. I still forced myself into a welcoming demeanor.
The humans were a diverse bunch, all dressed roughly in the same outfit. Blue suits, white undergarments, ties around the neck, medals pinned to the breast, and a flag pin near the collar. All red, white and blue. Leading the pack was someone striding with confidence I’d become quite familiar with.
“Kalsim, it’s a pleasure to meet once again.” She extended her palm for one of those handshakes, which I met with my talon.
“It’s mine as well.” I was surprised how authentic I made my voice sound. Guess it comes with experience. “I’ve seen you’ve brought all your friends.”
“Gentlemen,” she turned to her compatriots, “you’ve probably heard much about Kalsim at this point, so his name bears no repeating. But rest assured you'll come to know him quite well over the next couple of months.”
Coming out last were several humans donned in extensive combat gear and rifles slinged to their chests. Their shoulders bore that same flag in black and white along with the motif of a finger held up to a pair of their lips. They seemed not in awe of their surroundings, instead meeting the gaze of the assembled guards with suspicion. Their security detail.
With the farusl boring into the back of my skull, I recalled the memorized talking points, and strutted up to the front of the group.
“Welcome to station one, or the ‘Anchor’ as we like to call it. Headquarters of the United Federation Fleet, and where we will coordinate our preparations over the next several months. Although this tour won’t give you a full survey of this station's capabilities, it will give you an idea of the assets we have at our disposal in the fight against the Dominion. I hope that this will one day be a place where we can celebrate our victory. Now, shall we begin?”
They all filed behind me as we began our journey through the station. The officer stayed near the back, scribbling something on his pad. Jones, leading the officials, smiled slightly. I bet she’s very smug about all this. Free insight into all our capabilities, and they didn’t even have to lift a finger.
We took a left at the first opportunity and came to a hallway length viewport. Just beyond the fist thick glass, several spacesuit-donned krakotl orbited the resting hulks of dozens of cruisers and destroyers. Sparks from arcwelders flared momentarily while shuttles darted to and fro. And watching from afar, the crescent shadow of Nishtal. Several of the humans murmured awe at the view. Jones seemed particularly enamored, sizing up each ship as an arxur would its cattle. I tried to hide my discomfort as my next part came up.
“The Anchor serves as the primary shipyard and basing point for much of the fleet. At any one time, hundreds of ships of all classes can be found berthed here, receiving maintenance, fitting upgrades, transferring crew. Hundreds of thousands live and work here every day.”
“Wow, and I thought the lunar station was big.” One of the human generals commented. “This makes that look like a lego playset.”
“As you like to say, Rome wasn’t built in a day.” That elicited a few chuckles. “The station has been expanded and iterated as the Federation has grown. Some sections here date back to our uplift.”
“Shit must be hell to maintain.” Another one of them commented.
A maintenance skiff floated past the window, scanning for any sign of needed repair. At any given moment hundreds were surveying the station, ensuring the Federations presence here was maintained in top shape.
We moved past the viewport towards one with a better view of one of the ships. My ship, in fact. “This is the Lyakuda, under my command. One of the many prides of the fleet. Nearly three hundred meters long, serving a crew of over five thousand, packed to the brim with the latest weapons and technology.”
“What kind of weapons and technology?” Jones asked.
I stuttered for a moment as the farsul settled his glare on me. “Several kinetic and missile batteries, along with dozens of point defense cannons, and a single plasma railcannon. For the sake of tradition.”
“Tradition?”
“Yes, advances in shield and missile tech leave rail cannons outranged and outmatched. With its shields and composite armor plating, a shot to Lyakuda wouldn’t even leave a scratch.”
“Interesting, so what’s that they're installing?”
Her gaze led to a large assembly being installed near the bow of the ship. Arc weld sparks danced among a series of concentric rings lined up one after another, while skiffs guided in exterior plating to be installed over completed sections. When finished, it would resemble a large silo with circular forward facing entry mounted to a turret assembly.
“That is a particle beam cannon, a weapon that promises to completely upend the way ship combat is fought. Tests have it cutting through shields and armor like talons through flesh. The grays won’t know what hit them once we start fielding it en masse.”
And we were just letting her know about it like it was no big deal. She’ll probably have her people cooking up countermeasures before the day is out.
The other generals seemed very impressed, while Jones simply nodded. “Certainly puts our torpedoes to shame. This is all quite impressive Kalsim. Although even without it, I bet you're still quite effective.”
“Well I…”, the officer scribbled away, “…thank you.”
We moved away from the docks and towards the inner side of the ring, where the general quarters were located. It wasn’t long before we came to a hallway that bent up and out of view in either direction.
“We call this Main Street. It spans the entire circumference of the station, and it’s where you can find access to amenities, quarters and training areas. Speaking of which…”
We came to another window, one which lent us a view of a large gymnasium. This one was modeled after the layout of an arxur settlement, based on liberated cattle words and satellite data. From overhead balconies, more kolshian exterminators stood watching, rifles pointed in no particular direction besides down.
Several squads were running the gauntlet, popping holograms of arxur soldiers with training rounds until they collapsed and disintegrated into digital dust. One squad was up against an emplaced machine gun nest inside of a house at the other end of the street. While his squad mates gave him suppressing fire, one Krakotl used his wings to bound quickly over to underneath the window where the nest was located.
Unclipping a grenade from his vest, he flapped one wing, using the rotation to give extra leverage to his throw. The grenade gently arced into the window, before a muffled explosion and a puff of dust signaled the end of the threat. His squadmates gave the krakotl their congratulations, before they moved on to the next objective.
“This is all quite impressive.” Jones noted, with several of her company agreeing. Even some of their security detail seemed to take a break from staring suspiciously to take note of the training.
“Yes, the program we’ve developed is based directly off of experiences from liberating cattle worlds. It’s been adopted by the large majority of the Federation.”
Another soldier, donned in the classic metallic exterminator suit, stuck his flamethrower nozzle through an open window and let it rip. Even from afar, the simulated screams of the arxur echoed sharply.
“Except the coalition, of course.” The officer gave me a side eye. “…But we’ll be more than willing to lend you the use of our training facilities, if you so desire.”
“You seem much better prepared for the war we’re going to fight. Granted you've been fighting it your entire life, but still.” Jones watched as the squad from before began clearing another house. “I’d wager a place like this would be perfect for our needs.”
The rest of the tour went by in a blur, locations melding into one another as a pattern emerged. I would rotely recite the purpose of each station section, the officer would shoot me a glance, and I would add an addendum that would feed into the human generals ego. The farsul would write down something on his pad, and he would move on.
It was a small relief when we reached the designated end point of the tour. A small bar near the edge of the ring, positioned to give a clear view of Nishtal floating below. Webs of light crisscrossed the surface, hugging coastlines, cutting swamps, checkering plains.
I collapsed into one of the chairs as my home slowly crossed the breadth of the window. The layout of the planet was intensely familiar to me from years of study and innumerable times spent staring down from orbit. I could see the boundaries of the ancient nation states, erased in moments by the Federations arrival. The name of each and every city, the university where I met my first love, the academy where I found my purpose, and my estate perched somewhere along the equatorial band.
It all looked so insignificant from up here. 10 billion people, my people, what I thought I spent my life fighting for, contained to a small rock orbiting around a yellow star, one among an innumerable count dotting just the arm alone. That in an instant it could be all wiped away without a thought to spare, just another casualty among countless in a war manufactured long before my time.
Fuck, and to think I once believed in it all. That there was a point to all this.
Well, that was a lie. There was a point. Just like there was a point to this station, the exterminators, predator and prey, everything the Federation stood for. A cynical power game played from the shadows. And I didn’t even know if the players still knew it was a game. But here I was, acting my part, being one of their little pawns. Knowing that at the end of the day it will be all for naught.
I wasn’t planning on drinking, but fuck it. Not like they’ll have much more use for me today.
“Kalsim, I would just like to congratulate you on a job well done.”
Fuck.
Jones sat down across from me, gaze setting upon my home below. “A fantastic view. Nishtal reminds me of Earth in a lot of ways. Only if the everglades took up twenty percent of our land mass, but that’s beside the point.”
I managed an appreciative gesture. “Glad it does. It’s been an honor to bring you into the fold.”
“As has been mine. I’ve been enjoying our time working together, Kalsim. Just like our homes, we have a lot in common.”
I could feel the officers eyes drill dual shafts through the back of my skull. “I was thinking the same thing. We share a common vision, not one held by many others in this galaxy.”
“Exactly.” She raised the glass she brought to the table, and took a short draw. The flag pin fastened to her collar gleamed momentarily. “It’s something I greatly appreciate about you. It’s endlessly frustrating knowing you work among the willfully blind.”
The kolshian exterminator standing guard shifted slightly, eliciting jostles from the various packs strapped to his uniform. “I know the feeling.”
Jones took note of the exterminator, along with the farsul staring me and Jones down like a predator. “It’s funny how they still don’t trust you.”
"Pardon?"
“A millennia of service, and they act like you're going to snap at any moment. Even after curing you, they still see you as predators. Doesn’t that make you angry?”
It did. And I hated that she was right. I hated that she would use that pain as just another way to move me across the board.
“It does.”
She smiled. “Then that puts you a cut above the rest. We share a vision, and a means to enact it. Unlike your so-called allies, I trust you. Do you trust me?”
The farsul was still staring. Could he even hear us? I wasn’t about to take that chance.
“Of course.”
She smiled again before taking another sip of her drink. “Good to hear that we can rely on each other. Especially since there are matters that I would like to discuss in a more…private setting.”
“Like…”
“I think a private tour of Nishtal would be just the perfect setting. I’m very interested in learning more about your home. And it would be good to get to know each well. After all, I imagine we’ll be working together quite a bit more in the coming months.” Her smile very nearly verged on predatory.
What could she possibly want to discuss further? She’s already made her plans quite clear, and she’s probably memorized my script by now. No, it's ‘get to know each other’ that’s important. She wants to get at my heart, kindle some sort of friendship, maybe something more. But it has to be some sort of act. At the end of the day I'm just a pawn to her, like I am to them.
And I'm sure they’ll love smashing me and Jones together.
“I’ll see if something can be arranged.”
On average, kolshians were just a tad bit shorter than kraktol. It varied from case to case, but that was the general rule. Maybe that’s why Nikonus never met me in person.
“So the general came to you with the offer of the tour.” The purple kolshain spouted, tentacles folded over another as he lounged at his desk. With the holo display on, the normally stout Chief absolutely dwarfed me. “It seems she wants an opportunity to further discuss her plans in private.”
“That appears to be the case.” Even sitting on my perch, surrounded by my more than luxurious quarters, light years away from his physical presence, anxiety still found room to creep up my throat. I had become well versed in hiding it thankfully. Either that, or the Chief was stunningly unaware. Probably a mix of both.
“She may want to divulge more information than she’s been willing to let on before. Either that…”
“Do you have another theory?”
“I’d call it more of a hunch, but it appears that Jones may be trying to foster more of an…intimate relationship with me. She’s become…quite friendly.”
“Ah, a classic case of predatory deceit.” Nikonus adopted a smug look. “Playing at our sympathy. That’s how they got to the Coalition. Seems they’re trying the same trick with you.”
“So what would you have me do then?” I dreaded the answer I already knew was coming. Of course,
“Maintain course. Continue to court her, do whatever it takes to make her believe she is in control. Then, once they’ve grown complacent, we strike.”
“And what if she doesn't play along? Even with the cyberattack, we still don't have a proper idea of what she’s planning. She might be using the Coalition to prepare a first strike as we speak.”
“And as we’ve already discussed, we have contingencies prepared. If Jones, humanity, or any member of the Coalition fall out of line, they will be dealt with appropriately.”
With a large dosage of antimatter no doubt. “I’m still concerned the neutrals won’t fall in line. Even if we present a solid case, who's to say the shield, or the-”
“Kalsim.” The chief's massive eyes narrowed into a piercing glare. “Are you doubting the plan?”
As if I even know what the ‘plan’ is. “No, I just have some concerns that I would-”
“Then I suggest that you keep those concerns to yourself. Despite your and your species prior affliction, you have proven yourself trustworthy. Don’t make me doubt that assessment.”
Or I’ll personally make sure a PD facility ensures you’ll never see the light of day again was the implication. They already did it with Solvin, and he was practically the fleet's mascot. They wouldn’t spare any expense for me.
“I…understand.”
Nikonus twisted his tentacles together in satisfaction. “Good. Make sure that Jones becomes well acquainted with Nishtal. And remember, do whatever is necessary. I trust that you will.”
“Yes, I-”
The display cut off, leaving the giant visage of Nikonus replaced with the back wall of my quarters. Not even going to leave me with the final word.
I don’t know how long I stared forward blankly. A minute, an hour? What did time matter to me? I didn’t dictate my own time. I hadn’t for a while.
That was the funny thing about being a captain. Command of an entire ship, entire fleets. Fame, prestige, wealth, all of that at my wingtips. But not over myself. How funny that is.
I turned to the viewport just as Nishtal crept back into view. It was followed by a massive cruiser passing in front of the planet, completely blocking view of my homeworld. Painted brightly on the side was the logo of the United Federation Fleet.
What am I doing this for anymore? Not for my people, not for their protection. They would just as easily sacrifice their oldest member as their youngest if they saw it fit. For myself? What do I gain from this besides empty platitudes, useless wealth, a voice that commands but does not control?
Nothing.
I’m just…nothing.
Almost like on autopilot, I strutted over to the bathroom and got the shower running. Not even because I needed it. Not even because I wanted it. It was just something that I could do myself.
I almost didn’t take off my uniform before I stepped under the waterfall. It didn’t matter. I had ten identical copies hanging in my wardrobe. Same medals, same name rendered in that common script they liked to push on everybody.
Maybe the shower was some vain attempt to forget the word existed. The steam clouded my vision, the water muffled all sound, and I could pretend for a moment that none of it existed. The Federation, the kolshians, everything we’ve lost, the pointlessness of it all.
We’re piloting ourselves into another endless war, and for what? Another two centuries of their ‘benevolent rule’?
I collapsed against the wall, not caring for the water getting into my eyes. I just sat there, trying not to think about anything. But even in the confines of my solitude, the outside world found a way in, in the form of a notification from my holopad.
Reaching out from the shower, I saw that it was an alert that someone was at my door. Sighing, I shut the water off, made the barest effort to dry myself, and threw a towel around my waist. The mirror told me that I looked like shit. Not that I cared much for its opinion at the moment.
Stepping over and unlocking the door met me with a teal kolshian, dressed in a delivery service uniform, with a hurried look in his eyes.
“Excuse me, what do you-”
The kolshian shoved a small package into my wings, before darting back down the hallway. Making sure no one else was coming, I closed my door, and set about examining the package.
It was an odd little thing. A small box, wrapped in paper with almost…festive patterns on it. Completed with a bow and tie. Removing the wrapping revealed a small cardboard box, entirely unassuming, with a lid that came off easily. Inside that was a small paper note, folded neatly.
There was a feeling of apprehension holding it in my talons. Who sent this, any why? And what was with the strange packaging? But curiosity overrode my lingering sense of doubt, and my talons gently unfolded the paper.
Kalsim, I must apologize for the strange manner this message has been delivered in, but consider it in the spirit of the holidays. Humans have the strangest traditions, don’t they?
Simply, I need your help. And you’re one of the few I can trust.
I know they’ve put you in a rather unenviable position. So consider this an out. Or as the humans would put it, a late ‘Christmas gift’.
And remember the phrase:
Clear Sky
It will help you.
At the bottom, a set of neatly written coordinates.
I stared at the note for what must have been minutes, trying to process what exactly I just read. Definitely not fanmail, that’s for sure. But crossing that explanation off didn’t leave me with many others. I sat down at my desk, flipped on the lamp, and began the process of deduction. There wasn't exactly much to go off. Definitely not enough to make a conclusive determination. But maybe just enough to get a good idea of who sent this note.
The delivery man seemed real anxious to get his job done. Almost like he knew what was inside the package. That he knew what was inside was important. So maybe it's safe to say that he wasn’t a delivery man at all, but a direct agent of the notes author.
A definite possibility. But for all I knew, the author in question could just be some wayward youth looking to pull a prank. So I next turned my attention to the writing itself. And that revealed a noteworthy detail.
Perfect Jelidese. Jelidese was one of the old krakotl dialects, back before the Federation came around and purged it from our records. Well, all except from the galactic archives. And being in my prestigious position, I was allowed limited access into what remained of my peoples history. I had taken to the ancient language, partly as a passion project, partly as a small act of preservation.
Nonetheless, the fact that the note was written in the script meant it had to be written by someone with knowledge of the language. Someone important enough to have access to those parts of the archives in the first place. And someone who knew I knew the language in the first place. It can’t be a coincidence. This has to be someone high up.
An idea began to form in my head, only further strengthened by an examination of the handwriting itself. I’d seen it from numerous handwritten letters and notes sent down straight from the top. The style was unmistakable. The loops, the swirls, the curls. This was written by a kolshian, and more importantly, one which attended the Flora Naval and Military academy, who had a reputation of enforcing upon its cadets this very exact style of handwriting.
And the fact that the author knew of my position, how I was being forced into it? Someone could deduce that, sure, but they would have a tough time. They made sure I made sure of that. No, they had direct knowledge of the dealings between me and the Chief.
I leaned back in my chair as the possibilities swirled. Someone in the Shadow Eye, a higher up in Aafa, or perhaps one of…them.
And now there was the possibility that one of them just gave me an out.
No, that’s too good to be true. A strange note, no author, a random set of coordinates? This has all the makings of a trap.
But then again, I’m already trapped. If they wanted to lock me up in a PD facility, they wouldn’t need to do much. Fabricate some documents, leak them to the internet, and I would be lobotomized by the end of the week.
And the fact that they didn’t seem to mind this human holiday ‘Christmas’. A predator's holiday. They even compared it to the grays worship of their prophet. Yet…no, this can’t be right.
My mind was caught in a civil war as I pondered the meaning of the note. It could very well be some sort of ruse conjured by Nikonus to catch me out on treasonous thoughts. Or it could be the way out that the author promised.
Either way I was screwed. Condemned to watch helplessly as the Federation collapsed into more endless war, or to watch helplessly strapped to a torture chair.
But, if there’s even the slightest possibility that the author is telling the truth…
An out. A promise of agency.
And that was a promise I couldn't help believe in.
I went to plug the coordinates into my holopad, before realizing it was probably being monitored. I’ll have to go in blind. But that’s a risk I’ll have to take. Instead of a map, I pulled up the private channels, and sent a message off to an aid.
Tell the human delegation that General Jones' tour of Nisthal will have to be postponed.
Personal matters have come up.
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2024.05.06 20:13 sevenhorcruxes [Sell][Canada to Anywhere] Items include Alkemia, Amorphous/Black Baccara, BPAL, Fantome, Nocturne Alchemy, Pineward, Poesie, Possets, Pulp Fragrance, Sorcellerie and more!

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Alkemia
Full size
Samples
Arcana Wildcraft
Black Baccara/Amorphous
Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab (BPAL)
Full size
Samples and Ajevie decants
Death and Floral
Full size
Samples and Ajevie decants
Fantome
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Hagroot
Full size
Samples
Hexennacht
Nocturne Alchemy (NAVA)
Full size
Samples and Ajevie decants
Nui Cobalt
Full size and partials
Samples
Pineward (Canada only)
Poesie
Full size
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Possets
Full size
Samples and Ajevie decants
Pulp Fragrance
Full size
Samples
Solstice Scents
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Sorcellerie Apothecary
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Thin Wild Mercury (Canada only)
Venus Invictus
Makeup
Thanks for looking!
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2024.05.06 05:20 Longjumping-Hat623 Game keeps crashing when loading saves

This seems to have only started today but whenever I load a save file it crashes once it gets to "Loading World" I started over on a new save played for a bit and again when loading the save it crashes at the same exact spot. I haven't added any new mods before this issue started.
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2024.05.03 16:40 __spartan__08 Which is best???

ZEBRONICS Juke BAR 7400 PRO 5.1 or ZEBRONICS Juke BAR 6100DWS PRO or boAt Aavante Bar Orion Soundbar with 160W RMS Signature
Which is the best among these 3 guys??
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2024.05.03 12:55 Adruino-cabbage How many pixels in the milky way?

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2024.05.03 05:58 Lordofthe305 CPWA Octane 5-1-24

CPWA Octane 5-1-24
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We open with a recap of last week's show as "The Number One Pick" LeJuan Jones and Masato Kojima have a contract signing for their match for the CPWA World Heavyweight Championship. We cut to a video package illustrating what a Harcore Hell match looks like. Hardcore Hell is a Hell in A Cell type match with hardcore weapons and blowtorches scattered around ringside and attached the cell itself as we see highlights of the matches that took place primarily in Japan, some featuring Masato Kojima himself. After both signed the contract, "The Number One Pick" wastes no time flipping over the table and attacks Masato Kojima. The two brawl, leading to referees and road agents to break up the fight. As LeJuan and Brother Julius exit the ring, Masato Kojima flies through the ropes with a plancha dive onto LeJuan to continue the brawl.
The package ends and we open with a 30-second intro highlighting all of the stars of CPWA as The Roots' "BOOM" plays in the background. The intro ends with "The Number One Pick" LeJuan Jones holding the CPWA Heavyweight Championship belt over his head. Pyro goes off in the arena for a few seconds, followed by cheering from the crowd.
Brian Kinsley: We welcome you to CPWA Octane! We are coming to you live from Cincinnati, Ohio! Brian Kinsley along with Anthony Harris and Sir Samuel Stewart, and we have a great show for you tonight! We have cruiserweight action, plus "The Orange Idol Princess" Aiko Yoshida will take on Priscilla Pierce.
Anthony Harris: That's not all, we have King Shaka defending the CPWA Television Championship against Miguel Sandoval Jr. and "The Number One Pick" LeJuan Jones will take on Devon Gatlin-Tyson.
Sir Samuel Stewart: Let's take it to the ring!
We cut to the ring.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for...
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
Zola's "Zingu 7" plays in the arena.
Announcer: Introducing first, from Cape Town, South Africa, he is Kwazi Nkosi.
Bambu's "Chairman Mao" plays in the arena.
Announcer: And his opponent, from Shanghai, China, he is Keith Yang.
Brian Kinsley: IT'S YANG TIME!!!
Match 1: Kwazi Nkosi vs. Keith Yang
What should've been noted as a big win for Kwazi Nkosi over a two-time CPWA World Heavyweight Champion in Keith Yang, was nothing more than a stop and start borefest. Both competitors did their best to keep the crowd involved, but the botches took them out of it. Kwazi won the match with a Phoenix Splash to get the win.
1 out of 5 stars.
We cut to The Olympians' locker room area and we see Devon Gatlin-Tyson getting ready for his match tonight. Jordan Angle approaches DGT and tells him that he'll be in his corner tonight and make sure no one from Number One Enterprises try to affect the outcome of the match. DGT thanks Jordan and tells him that he will be fine.
We cut back to the ring.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-five minute time limit.
Johann Sebastian Bach's Air on G String plays in the arena.
Announcer: Introducing first, from the posh hills of the Hamptons, she is Priscilla Pierce.
Kyary Pamyu Pamyu's "PONPONPON" plays in the arena as the crowd claps along to the beat
Announcer: And her opponent, from Yokohama, Japan, she is "The Orange Idol Princess" Aiko Yoshida.
Match 2: Priscilla Pierce vs. "The Orange Idol Princess" Aiko Yoshida
A slightly better match than the opener and with a lot of storytelling. Priscilla was in control of the match from the early going, but "The Orange Idol Princess" went on a comeback and looked to have the match won, but interference from "The Dominican She-Devil" Ivy Fernandez prevented such a thing from happening. This allowed Priscilla to throw her pink dust in the eyes of Yoshida, setting her up for Beauty and Grace to get the win.
3 out of 5 stars.
We cut to a graphic hyping up a match between Cynthia Steele and Michelle Bluefeather. We then cut to a graphic hyping up a match between Ryan Phelps and Owen Benoit-Jericho. We then cut to a graphic hyping up a match between Iron Willed (Ivan Markov and Klaus Muller) taking on The Odenkirks (William and Jake).
***Commercial Break***
We come back from commercial break and we see "The Number One Pick" LeJuan Jones getting ready for his match. Brother Julius tells LeJuan that he made sure the referee calls the match in his favor. LeJuan thanks Brother Julius and tells him to go find The Soldiers of Misfortune to take out Masato Kojima. Brother Julius asks if his assistance will be needed for the main event tonight, to which "The Number One Pick" answers no and that he will beat Devon Gatlin-Tyson easily.
We cut back to the ring.
Announcer: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall with a twenty-five minute time limit.
Metallica's "Orion" plays in the arena.
Announcer: Introducing first, representing Number One Enterprises, the team of Ivan Markov and Klaus Muller, Iron-Willed!
Franz Ferdinand's "Take Me Out" plays in the arena.
Announcer: And their opponents, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, they are William and Jake, The Odenkirks.
Match 3: Iron Willed (Ivan Markov and Klaus Muller) vs. The Odenkirks (William and Jake)
When it comes to these two teams, expect the physicality to go past the all-time high bar. The match started out promising but faded in certain moments where the crowd was supposed to be cheering intensely. While the match was back and forth, it wasn't something to write home about. The match ended with William hitting the stalling brainbuster on Muller to get the win.
3 out of 5 stars.
We cut to a video package highlighting Cynthia Steele, which lasts for a minute. The video package ends and we cut back to the ring.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-five minute time limit.
Bananarama's "Venus" plays in the arena.
Announcer: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, she is Cynthia Steele
.Mattmac feat. Dakota Bear and Okema's Rez play in the arena.
Announcer: And her opponents, from Phoenix, Arizona, she is Michelle Bluefeather.
Match 4: Cynthia Steele vs. Michelle Bluefeather
A very entertaining match that got the Cincinnati crowd invested. Michelle Bluefeather had control of the match, but consistent interference from Priscilla Pierce and later "The Dominican She-Devil" Ivy Fernandez helped Cynthia come away with a win with Twisted Steel.
4 out of 5 stars.
After the match, all three women attack Michelle Bluefeather. Suddenly, Ferial Kapoor, "Otaku Girl 86" Michelle Lennox, and Shiori Yoshimura rushed to the ring to even the odds, focing Cynthia, Ivy, and Priscilla to flee the ring.
We cut to a graphic hyping up a match for King Shaka defending the CPWA Television Championship against Miguel Sandoval Jr. We then cut to a graphic hyping up the main event between Devon Gatlin-Tyson and "The Number One Pick" LeJuan Jones. We then cut to a graphic hyping up a match between Ryan Phelps and Owen Benoit-Jericho.
***Commercial Break***
We come back from commercial break and we see The Vega Brothers (Raul, Raymundo, Ramon, and Angel), along with Marco Rocha, Leopard Shiraishi, and Tigress Ayala talking among each other. Suddenly, Pretty Boy attacks Raul, leading to a five on one brawl that involves Rocha. Referees and road agents rush in to break up the fight. Pretty Boy proceeds to attacks the referees and road agents, and gives chase to the Vega Brothers, Rocha, Shiriashi, and Ayala.
We cut back to the ring.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-five minute time limit.
Leo Arnaud's "Bulger's Dream" plays in the arena
Announcer: Introducing first, representing the Olympians, from Baltimore, Maryland, he is Ryan Phelps.
Blood Brothers' "Replica" plays in the arena
Announcer: And his opponent, representing The Commonwealth, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, he is Owen Benoit-Jericho.
Match 5: Ryan Phelps vs. Owen Benoit-Jericho
As highly anticipated as this match was, neither guy felt like working with each other. Phelps and OBJ started brawling with each other, spilling out of the ring several times. The match ended with Ryan Phelps uncharacteristically hitting OBJ over the head with a steel chair for a DQ finish.
1 out of 5 stars.
We cut to a video package highlighting King Shaka, which lasts for a minute. The video package ends and we cut back to the ring.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the CPWA Television Championship.
Leo Arnaud's "Bulger's Dream" plays in the arena
Announcer: Introducing first, representing The Olympians, from Miami, Florida, he is Miguel Sandoval Jr.
Aloe Blacc's "A King is Born" plays in the arena
Announcer: And his opponent, from Johannesburg, South Africa, he is the CPWA Television Champion, King Shaka
Match 6: CPWA Television Championship: Miguel Sandoval Jr. vs. King Shaka (c)
Another match that was highly advertised, but fell flat in execution. It also didn't help that Lord Phillip Byron IV would interfere in the match, striking King Shaka with his cane, and later Miguel Sandoval Jr.
1 out of 5 stars.
Afterward, a brawl spilled out between the three men.
We cut to a graphic hyping up the main event between Devon Gatlin-Tyson and "The Number One Pick" LeJuan Jones.
***Commercial Break***
Brian Kinsley: Next week, CPWA will be in Columbus, Ohio for Octane. We will see Jason Reynolds in action, plus a six-woman tag team match between Priscilla Pierce, Cynthia Steele, and "The Dominican She-Devil" Ivy Fernandez taking on Michelle Bluefeather, Ferial Kapoor, and "Otaku Girl 86" Michelle Lennox, Pretty Boy will also be in action, and much more.
Announcer: Our main event is scheduled for...
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
Leo Arnaud's "Bulger's Dream" plays in the arena
Announcer: Introducing first, representing The Olympians, from Jacksonville, Florida, he is Devon Gatlin-Tyson
Buckshot, Skyzoo, Promise, and Sean Price's "I'm Better Than You" plays in the arena
Announcer: And his opponent, from Columbus, Ohio, he is the CPWA World Heavyweight Champion "The Number One Pick," LeJuan Jones.
Main Event: Devon Gatlin-Tyson vs. "The Number One Pick" LeJuan Jones
The main event was not only the match of the night but was also highly anticipated. "The Number One Pick" had control for much of the match and kept DGT in check. It looked like LeJuan had the match won and was going for the Game Winner, but LeJuan kept taunting DGT. This would come back to haunt "The Number One Pick" as DGT would mount a comeback. To make matters worse for LeJuan, Masato Kojima was beating up Brother Julius and The Soldiers of Misfortune (General Wade and Guerrilla God). This led to DGT hitting the split-second DDT to get a very big win.
FIVE STARS!!!!!
DGT exited the ring and celebrated with Jordan Angle and the rest of the Olympians.
Brian Kinsley: I can't believe it! Devon Gatlin-Tyson just beaten the CPWA World Heavyweight Champion in a non-title match. "The Number One Pick's" chances of being a double champion in two different promotions is in serious jeopardy. For Anthony Harris and Sir Samuel Stewart, this is Brian Kinsley saying goodbye everybody!
Octane fades to black.
The results from FedSimulator.com
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2024.05.03 00:50 generalpao Things to do in Houston this weekend - May 2nd - May 5th

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I hope ya'll have a hell of a Cinco De Mayo and a sunny dry weekend.

THURSDAY - MAY 2nd

Astros vs Guardians @ Minute Maid Park @ 7:10PM Promotion: Coca-Cola Ballpark Bundle
Ongoing - Happy Hour @ MFAH @ 5PM Meet your friends at the MFAH for the best night of the week. Explore the campus, visit the galleries, and get a drink at the bar. General admission is free.
Ryan Long Stand Up @ Houston Improv @ 7:30PM
Hozier @ Woodlands Pavilion @ 8PM With Allison Russell
Ashley McBryde @ House of Blues @ 7PM
Cultura Profetica @ Warehouse Live @ 7PM
Spyro Gyra @ The Heights Theater @ 8PM
Payton Smith @ Last Concert Cafe @ 8PM
AngelMaker @ Scout Bar @ 6:30PM

FRIDAY - MAY 3rd

Astros vs Mariners @ Minute Maid Park @ 7:10PM Promotion: Star Wars Weekend, Kyle Tucker Space City Replica Jersey, Pregame Happy Hour, & Friday Night Fireworks
Playdate @ MFAH @ 11:30AM Through play and experimentation in programs like MFAH Playdate, toddlers have their first experience with art.
Cinco de Mayo Celebration @ Miller Outdoor Theatre @ 8PM Miller’s annual celebration includes performances from the distinguished Ballet Folklorico de Los Angeles.
‘Don Giovanni’ Opera @ Wortham Theater @ 7:30PM See the Spanish antihero everyone loves to hate in director Kasper Holten’s brilliant and seductive tragicomedy production.
Candlelight: The Best of Frank Sinatra and Nat King Cole @ Resurrection MCC @ 6:30PM / 8:45PM This special jazz edition of Candlelight concerts includes music from the some of the greatest American artists.
Larry The Cable Guy @ Smart Financial Centre @ 7:30PM
Sorry Papi Tour: The Mala Santa Party @ Bayou Music Center @ 10PM
Mason Ramsey @ House of Blues @ 7PM
Bruce Cockburn @ The Heights Theater @ 8PM
YDG @ Stereo Live @ 10PM
Surfer Girl @ Last Concert Cafe @ 9PM
Erra @ Warehouse Live @ 6:30PM

SATURDAY - MAY 4th

Astros vs Mariners @ Minute Maid Park @ 6:15PM Promotion: Star Wars Weekend, Alex Bregman Space City Bobblehead
Dynamo vs St. Louis City FC @ Shell Energy Stadium @ 7:30PM Promotion: Star Wars Night
Cinco de Mayo Parade @ Downtown @ 10AM The festive Cinco de Mayo parade gathers the community to walk and dance to the rhythm of Hispanic music.
First Saturday Arts Market @ Houston Heights @ 11AM Visit Houston’s original monthly outdoor arts event!
Coffee and Cars @ POST @ 8AM Come out and enjoy an amazing display of machines at POST!
HTown Market @ POST @ 11AM Shop from over 100 vendors selling art, sneakers, vintage clothing, jewelry, candles, flowers, skincare, food & treats, and more.
Artisan Market @ Grand Central Park @ 9AM Come stroll through a unique selection of handcrafted treasures and discover locally made foods, flowers, arts, and crafts.
Ongoing - Saturday Stargazing @ George Observatory in Needville
Ongoing - Farmers Market @ Market Square Park @ 9AM This spring, enjoy Houston’s best vendors in the very heart of downtown!
Lyte Sky Lantern Festival @ 5PM Lyte is a simple yet unique Sky Lantern Experience you can enjoy with your whole family!
Houston Soul Flower Music Festival @ Discovery Green @ 2PM Treat your soul to an unforgettable evening of national and local soul, R&B and neo soul music, plus enjoy games, food vendors, shopping, contests, and more!
‘Dancing on Steel’ Musical Show @ Miller Outdoor Theatre @ 8PM This two-part performance includes showcase of fan-favorite songs with audience participation and a suit of six steel band pieces inspired by the rich cultural traditions of Trinidad and Tobago.
Derek Hough’s ‘Symphony of Dance’ @ Smart Financial Centre @ 8PMDancing With The Stars alumni Derek Hough’s newest show is the perfect way to experience the beauty and power of music and dance.
Chris Lake @ Bayou Music Center @ 9PM
Maddie Zahm @ House of Blues @ 7PM
Flatland Cavalry @ White Oak Music Hall @ 6PM
J Boog @ The Heights Theater @ 8PM
Electric Foam @ Stereo Live @ 10PM
Lords of Acid @ Last Concert Cafe @ 7:30PM
Taylor Rave @ Warehouse Live @ 9PM
Nonpoint @ Scout Bar @ 7:30PM

SUNDAY - MAY 5th

Astros vs Mariners @ Minute Maid Park @ 1:10PM Promotion: Star Wars Weekend, Space City Mesh Tote Bag, Kids Run the Bases
Dash vs Kansas City Current @ Shell Energy Stadium @ 12PM
Cigna Sunday In the Park @ Love Park Enjoy music, games, dancing, free food, and fun activities for the whole family.
Cinco de Mayo Celebration @ Trader’s Village @ 10AM ️Enjoy margaritas, tacos, amusement park rides and live music.
Cinco de Mayo @ El Big Bad @ 4PM
Jazzy Sundays @ Discovery Green @ 5PM Featuring Tim Ruiz
Interpol @ Bayou Music Center @ 8PM With El Mato A Un Policia Motorizado
Joe Satriani + Steve Vai @ 713 Music Hall @ 8PM
Late Night Drive Home @ House of Blues @ 7PM With Orion 224
Motionless In White + In This Moment @ White Oak Music Hall @ 4:30PM
Geese @ White Oak Music Hall @ 7PM
Leftover Salmon @ The Heights Theater @ 8PM
Power Slave @ Warehouse Live @ 2PM

All Weekend

SATURDAY & SUNDAY - Sweet Beats Music Fest @ Crown Festival Park Enjoy an awesome line-up of musical guests and family-friendly activities, games, BMX performances, and more!
SATURDAY & SUNDAY - 2024 Rung Film Fest @ MATCH The festival showcases stories told through the lens of Pakistani filmmakers that challenge stereotypes and biases, and instead promote diversity and cultivate creative connections.
All weekend - The Houston Polish Festival @ Our Lady of Czestochowa Roman Catholic Church Featuring authentic home cooked Polish food, traditional music and dance performances, and vendors, this annual festival brings Polish culture to Houston!
All weekend - Nick Swardson Stand Up @ Houston Improv
All weekend - ‘The Old Oak’ Screening @ MFAH A Palme d’Or nominee, this film is a deeply moving drama about loss, fear, and the difficulty of finding hope.
All weekend - Respighi, Grieg, and Shin in Concert @ Jones Hall The program includes Respighi’s ‘Pines of Rome’ and ‘Fountains of Rome’ played together with breathtaking visuals of Rome on the big screen, as well as Shin’s ‘Kafka’s Dream,’ and Grieg’s famous Piano Concerto.
All weekend - ‘The Sound of Music’ Opera @ Wortham Theater Acclaimed director Francesca Zambello incorporates songs from both the theatrical version and its famous cinematic adaptation into her new opera production.
All weekend - ‘Othello: The Remix’ Musical @ Stages Repertory Theatre This production takes ‘The Tragedy of Othello’ to a whole new level in this lit Hip Hop remix as an onstage DJ spins Shakespeare’s legendary masterpiece of jealousy, revenge and passion.
All weekend - ‘Girl From The North Country’ Musical @ The Hobby Center This Tony-award winning new musical reimagines 20 legendary songs of Bob Dylan as they’ve never been heard before.
All weekend - ‘Driving Miss Daisy’ Play @ The George Theatre This story about a unique and unlikely friendship between a Jewsih woman and a Black man in 1940s in Georgia reminds us of the common humanity and the value of life.
All weekend - ‘Jane Eyre’ Play @ Alley Theatre LAST CHANCE - Adapted by Elizabeth Williamson from the beloved classic novel by Charlotte Brontë, this play follows the heroine who struggles for freedom and fulfillment on her own terms.
All weekend - ‘Lady Sunsan’ Play @ Stageworks Theater LAST CHANCE - Jane Austen’s comic novella about a young widow’s brilliant scheming in turn-of-the-century English society comes to life in Rob Urbinati’s delightfully witty stage adaptation.
All weekend - ‘The Father’ Play @ 4th Wall Theatre The play questions the nature of identity, memory, and the human experience, as it explores the profound impact that dementia can have on individuals and their loved ones.

Ongoing Special Events and Museum Exhibitions

Ongoing - ‘Jurassic World’ Exhibition @ Katy Mills The limited-time globally sold-out exhibition immerses audiences of all ages in scenes inspired by the beloved film. Discover the science of jurassic world and walk in the land of jurassic giants, closer than ever before!
Ongoing - Dinosaurs @ Houston Zoo Trek through a lush forest trail to see life-sized animatronic creatures, including the fan favorite T-rex, Brachiosaurus, Edmontonia, and more!
Ongoing - Sloomoo Exhibition @ Marq E Entertainment Center Immerse yourself in the joy of sensory play with Sloomoo Institute’s colorful world of never-ending, hand-crafted slime, yummy scents, and soothing ASMR delights.
Ongoing - ‘Vertigo of Color: Matisse, Derain, and the Origins of Fauvism’ Exhibition @ MFAH The exhibition presents, for the first time in the United States, the origins and legacy of fauvism through paintings, drawings, and watercolors by Henri Matisse and André Derain.
Ongoing - ‘Crowning the North: Silver Treasures from Bergen, Norway’ Exhibition @ MFAH LAST CHANCE - Featuring over 200 objects, this exhibition provides an exceptional look at Nordic history and aesthetics across centuries as Bergen stood at the intersection of global trade, taste, and fashion.
Ongoing - ‘Kehinde Wiley: An Archaeology of Silence’ Exhibition @ MFAH Wiley’s monumental, large-scale paintings of Black and Brown individuals confront and challenge the silence surrounding systemic violence and injustice.
Ongoing - ‘Ruth Asawa Through Line’ Exhibition @ Menil The exhibition presents drawings, collages, watercolors, and sketchbooks showing the breadth of Ruth Asawa’s innovative and profound practice.
Ongoing - ‘Janet Sobel: All-Over’ Exhibition @ Menil See the pioneering work of Janet Sobel and her ‘All-Over’ abstract expressionist painting technique which inspired generations of artists, including Jackson Pollock.
Ongoing - ‘Hayv Kahraman: The Foreign Us’ Exhibition @ Moody Center for the Arts Kahraman’s first solo exhibition features works informed by the artist’s Iraqi-Kurdish heritage and experience as a refugee while highlighting her research-driven practice.
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2024.05.03 00:42 villainocity 10 Knives. Spyderco, Hogue, Ruike, etc.… Singles and Bundles with Some Reductions.

More great stuff. Buy a knife and help a very attractive man feel better about his life choices.
You know the drill. Yolo > Chat and PayPal F&F, NO NOTES, please. Any note will force me to refund your money. By buying from me, you are asserting that you can legally own the knives you buy from me and are 18 or older.
Take $10 off for every single or bundle you buy after the first (if shipped together).
Sometimes I accept trades for specific things I may be looking for like these(no black or scratched up blades, please):
Orion Solaris
Cold Steel AD15
Ontario Rat II in S35vn
Timestamp: https://imgchest.com/p/o24ag9qd24l

Singles

Ruike P155 ($45) https://imgchest.com/p/ljyqqpg5dy2
Wanted this one for a long time, and finally snagged it a couple months ago. Been in my knife case since. Was gonna delete the flipper, but I’m just gonna pass it on. Awesome trailing point style blade without the negatives of a trailing point. The handle slopes down at an angle giving you a better utility angle than normal. Looks cool as hell, too. 14C28N blade with black G10.


SRM 1421TL ($54 Reduced!!) https://imgchest.com/p/ej7mnpzv9yd
Very nice slim titanium framelock. Picked this up second-hand because it was a good deal. Was gonna see if I could get those inlays out and dye them, but never took it apart. Need to cut down, so someone else can enjoy this. Also has a sliding bar on the framelock to lock the knife in the open position for an extra layer of safety. Retails for about a hundo new. N690 & G10

Bundles

The “Cool Kids” Bundle ($50) Withdrawn

A couple of super interesting budget knives in 14c you don’t see everywhere. Be a cool kid. Buy these knives.

Defcon JK Series Pivot Lock – Had a bad experience with that new Reate pivot lock and wanted to try this one. This one is a liner lock actuated by a button in the pivot. You push the pivot button down and the liner moves in the opposite direction out of the way of the blade. Works much better than the Reate for me. One of the few back flippers I don’t mind. Low profile, but still actuates well. Also has a top/front flipper that works well from wither direction. Impressive. 14c28n & G10
Trivisa Leo – Bought this for shits and giggles thinking I might dye the scales. I didn’t. Been so busy and I need to cut down on my projects. Reverse flicks well and the back flipper performs like it should. Cool knife. 14c28n & G10


The “Variety” Bundle ($63 Reduced!) https://imgchest.com/p/a846xnaqz4x

Back flippers, thumb studs, reverse flick fullers. This bundle has it all. All high quality knives at an average of $21 each. This is a steal.

Bestech Scimitar – Nice back flipper here. Unfortunately I don’t do back flippers. Picked this up in a bundle and moving it on. Good size and good action. D2 & G10. Excellent condition. Never cut or carried by me. No box.
Sencut Actium – Bought this off of here to do a flipper delete and just never did. Second favorite Sencut after the Glidestrike. Excellent action and great ergos. Love the finger choil area and the harpoon blade. D2 & G10. Carried, never cut… other than myself.
Kubey Bravo 1 – Mikkel Willumsen designed (and it shows) thiccboi. Super underrated knife from Kubey and one of my favorites from them. Just got this the other day from here and while I love it, I’ve got my eye on some other Willumsen designs. Might be my second favorite Kubey. Reverse flicks well off the fuller and has a back flipper. Previous owner could front flip it, but I can’t. Carried once, and never cut.


If you have any questions or need more pics, shoot me a chat or message. Thank you for considering my wares!

Sold
Spyderco Sage 5 ($120) https://imgchest.com/p/9rydz9l2a4kNot the LW version. Bought used some time ago and it’s spent most of the time in my case. Great knife. In the size range, I prefer this to the Para3. Feels great in the hand and the action is flawless. Second owner. Carried, but never cut. S30V and carbon fiber with compression lock.

Hogue Deka ($115) https://imgchest.com/p/ne7bp9gnm45Awesome knife with the wharny blade. Got this second-hand because I wanted to try one of the USA-made EDCs besides Spyderco. Now I want to try the Bugout. If I don’t end up liking the Bugout as much, I will definitely buy another of these. Came with the crappy black plastic scales, but I bought a couple sets of aluminum OG scales (both “in the buff”) and an OG aluminum backspacer (jimped) on the secondary market, which I will include. The scales have a couple of trails on them, but they’re in really good shape. I also replaced the thumb stud with a Bugout one. The Hogue one was tearing my thumb up and these are way better, I promise. Old ones are not included because Hogue shot a giant Ron Jeremy-sized load of locktite into them and I destroyed them getting them off. Sorry. Magnacut. Will include some extra hardware purchased directly from Hogue.

Real Steel Sacra Pro ($60) https://imgchest.com/p/dl7pqpga3yoThis is an excellent knife. Go ahead and watch some reviews. Crossbar action is one of the best I’ve had. Very snappy. Unique integral liner set up where the liner wraps around the top in one piece. This is the best version, the Battlbox exclusive Pro. Gray G10 with blue titanium coated accents and glow in the dark thumb studs. This version retails for about 100 bucks. This is a deal. K110 steel.
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2024.05.02 17:59 mossfoot Call me Moss - 2 - The "Easy" Heist

Call me Moss - 2 - The
"I see you made it back, Mr. Foote."
"Call me Moss."
My contact on board the station technically worked for the Feds, but he was little more than a middle man with delusions of importance. Honestly, everyone has those delusions, even me, as I recently found out.
"Do you have the item?"
"Oh, I have it all right."
"Excellent. My superiors will be most pleased."
"What say you buy me a beer at the bar and we'll settle things up?"
"Very well."
My contact led me to the bar and we took a seat. It took a while for the bartender to notice us, though. She was too busy shoving enough crap to fill a yard sale under the counter and giving some guy a bag full of something. Not credits, whatever it was.
Guess working at a bar didn't pay all that well, because every drink slinger I've met on this side of the Orion Spur had a side hustle of one kind or another.
Finally she came over and asked us what we were having.
"Two beers. Nothing fancy." I gave her a nod she recognized, this not being my first time on this station.
I may have dumped off a few items here before.
"So, the item?" the contact asked.
"Relax. Don't you want to know how it all went down?"
"Successfully, that's all that matters."
I smirked. "Oh, but that's where you're wrong."
The drinks arrived and I nodded my thanks. She gave me a wink.
I may have dumped off a LOT of items here before.
We raised our glasses and drank.
"You said it would be an easy job," I said.
"I take it there were complications?"
"You mean aside from the ones you imposed? No one gets hurt? No alarms?"
"I made our position clear. It was vital nobody knew the item was taken until it was too late to do anything about it."
"Yeah, yeah, I get that. Besides, killing's not my style. I prefer to make friends. In fact I spent a lot of time making friends since I got here."
I may have dumped off a CRAPLOAD of items here before.
He took another drink. "Yes, and you leveraged that to ask for double the offered pay. Which you got, I might add."
My tone started to harden. "You know what I didn't get? A proper briefing about the settlement layout. You said the item was in a locker in the Power Station. You failed to mention there was no direct access to the power station from the outside. I not only needed to swipe top level access unnoticed, I had to sneak through two labs and three research bays with restricted access, avoid the guards in the corridors, get into the power station cut into the locker without being heard, then backtrack the whole way again. That is NOT my idea of easy."
The man took another swig. "Given how much you'll be paid, l assumed you understood the risks. Now, do you have it?"
"Already gave it to your bosses. Told them the whole story."
The man frowned. "Then why are you here telling me?"
I smirked. "How's your drink?"
The man froze and looked at his glass. Then at me, fear growing in his eyes.
"You got about five minutes," I said, pausing for effect. "To get to the bathroom."
Like I said, killing's not my style. But I do love me some revenge.
The man fled, already feeling his intestines gurgle. I saluted him as he left, then waved over the bartender.
"Thanks for that."
She smiled. "He's a lousy tipper anyway."
The first thing I do when I move into a new system is make friends. Friends make everything easier.
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