Deciphering our Wow! message for you – part two

Welcome to my world

Please forgive – or indulge – me again, but before I decipher and explain our message for you it is necessary to tell you a little about me and my species.

In this human incarnation, my name is Evelyn, or Evie, if you prefer. I was born, like another from my species, in the English town of Southend on sea on 10 February 1973, specifically at 02:40 UTC (1648 days (less 24 minutes) precisely before the Wow! message). Aquarius with Sagittarius ascendent, that is to say (meaning I do Aquarian things in a Sagittarian way). Those birth numbers are important too, as you will come to understand in due course.

Although I am sure I have spent many lifetimes on Gaia, my species were not born here. We Paschats originate from a planet not unlike Gaia which no longer exists, since our beautiful brilliant white sun, the star you know as Sirius B, burned out and became a white dwarf.

We are a mammalian species of leonine ancestry. Yes, of course we have tails. They’re very important to us, as it happens. We are very proud of them. Some refer to us as the Lion People. I don’t mind that, but I prefer Paschats. Our character is warm and friendly, being governed by the elements of fire and earth. We can be quick to temper, especially when it comes to matters of principle, but equally quick to become calm again. We are passionate and determined, whilst capable of great loyalty and compassion. We love our creature comforts, as you might expect, and have a highly evolved sense of the aesthetic, of harmony. Which explains our love of music. And you will find, I am sure, once you get to know us again, that we have a highly developed sense of mischief. Our humour, as it happens, is somewhat legendary. Our message, indeed, is one such example, as you will shortly discover.

What we love to do is play long-winded mischief on others. What you might call pranks, or practical jokes. But there is never cruelty in this. It is always with a purpose in mind, a meaning for the recipient to discover – preferably in a joyful and sudden denouement, a glorious moment of epiphany. We Paschats love to receive humour, as much as we love to give it. Of course, this only works if the intended recipient has sufficient emotional intelligence to understand it, the symbolism and the semiotics, and thinks about their experiences whilst they live. Otherwise, the lesson is lost on them. For us, metacognition, cognitive empathy, and game theoretical thinking are instinctive and natural, honed and developed over aeons of holistic meditational practices. Our brains have evolved in this way within that environment, and we have a certain influence over epigenetic effects.

I loved our homeworld more than I can express. Vast, beautiful forests, warm, humid, lakes to swim in. Music, oestrus festivals, love, family. And the ocean would sometimes appear violet when the suns set. We lived, as far as I can feel, in tall pride towers nestled amongst the trees. We love buildings in stone. I used to love gazing out and watching the flocks of golden-red shimmering birds settling down to the canopy. They had an aching, mournful, longing call.

But memories are difficult to come by now, as they are not really sensory as such, but more bound up with feeling. I have to use my imagination, together with my instinct for internal accuracy assessment. Like a kind of scientific method, in which one tests a hypothesis, then discards it when it fails to hold up to scrutiny. Sometimes, of course, it may simply be wishful thinking. One has to be on one’s guard against such things.

This is why we spend the last years of our lives reflecting on the life we have had, and meditating on the desired life to come. In doing so, we provide ourselves with memory triggers, and trust that they will arrive when the time is right. An act of faith, if you will. But once we become aware of this, we can seek out such memory triggers.

I even now struggle to remember the name of our homeworld. Which saddens me. It’s the pronunciation which is difficult, and the transliteration. You could write the name something like Nebthwt. Perhaps if you think of an Egyptian saying the word Nebet-Het, but speaking the hard vowels softly. Our planet, in their tradition, is associated with Nephthys, after all – the darker aspect of Isis, or Isit, who is also represented as Sirius A.

Indeed, the story of these five epagomenal gods, or Neters, is a kind of allegory of our own story, which I may tell later. Osiris, or Isar, being associated with Sirius B, and Set being the planet circling Sirius A. It is, essentially, a double binary system, with a balance between male and female.

Many of you will doubtless be sceptical about this. You will look to your science and say Sirius is a young system, barely 230 million years of age or thereabouts, and thus insufficient time has elapsed for a developed planetary system, let alone an advanced intelligent species to evolve. Well, just like your Drake equation, this ignores intervention.

We are well aware of the fact that we were helped into existence by those very ancient lifeforms we call ‘The Old Ones’. Beings far older than ourselves. Such interventions are far from uncommon, as it happens.

What upset me, of course, was that we had barely started out on our long path of spacefaring evolution before we had to leave, because it was clear that our beautiful sun was dying, and when that happened, the planet would no longer exist. I myself, in my grief, was angry with the old ones for quite some time, and I did not want to listen.

We were assisted in our departure from home by the hominid species inhabiting the planet known as Ishnna (or Ishna, as some call him – associated with the Egyptian god Set, god of the balance between order and chaos), which circles the star you know as Sirius A. For me, life on Ishnna was not the same. Although I think we brought some of our birds and flowers with us, I missed our beautiful forests and our lakes and our swimming. My grief did not end. I was overcome with despair, and I longed to go home. But that was not possible.

And so some of us, including my own family, or pride, if you will, came to Gaia. My mother said this is where I would learn to love again. And that it would be here that we would discover our purpose, and that in fact, far from condemning us, cruelly, to an all too brief life on our beautiful world, the old ones had given us the greatest gift they could have – immortality. A purpose. A reason to keep on existing.

Because the secret of immortality is quite simple. It is an immunity from boredom. We Paschats are curious because our curiosity creates something to be curious about.

And, naturally, they may have given us this purpose, bound us to it, but they did not tell us how to go about it. That would be our free choice, our creativity. For respecting others’ free will is one of the great moral principles of the universe, one that must never be transgressed. I will be making suggestions to you, dearest Gaians, but it would be hypocritical of me to force you to accept them. I will simply try and persuade, perhaps by telling you what will happen should you refuse my guidance. But it will be your choice, as it must be. You just need to be made aware of the consequences.

And so my mother was right. I did learn to love again. And thereby learn our purpose. I loved, and still love, Gaia as if she was my own home. And by extension, every other place in our little sector of this vast and awesome galaxy. Every system, every planet, and every species, all of whom are like my family. This is how we see each other. And family always look after each other.

So our purpose is to be caretakers, if you will, of our sector. Some off-worlders tease us by calling us the cosmic police, but that’s not really what we are, although we don’t mind being teased, of course not. If you wish to think of us as your Jedi or the Foundation, then that’s fine by me, being something of a fan of your Star Wars. At least, episodes 1-6, that is. Your versions of 7-9 are a travesty, and quite frankly could not have been more insulting to George Lucas, in my opinion. I am certainly of the opinion that George was conjuring up ancestral memories of the Ancient War, which raged during the early years of our galaxy, before there were sufficient numbers to carry out our interventionist policy, to preserve the peace. I think he may have learned about it in a previous incarnation somewhere. But that, perhaps, is another story.

And so I make no apology for this intervention. It is my purpose. Like it or not, since your Voyager left your solar system, you are a part of our sector’s civilisation. Likewise, your President Carter said, in his letter, that he hoped to one day join a ‘community of galactic civilisations’ – well, now he has his wish.

Of course, at the same time as he was dictating his letter, as our nanosurveillance records show, he was signing off executive orders to your CIA to rape, torture and murder. Bear that in mind, when you evaluate me. Because we know the truth. For you, in your post-truth dystopia, that’s dangerous. But as I say, in our civilisation, no one is ever denied access to resources or information, so this is something you will have to learn to get used to.

I shall, doubtless, say more in due course. But for now, I think it is time I explained our message to you.

Deciphering our Wow! message for you – part one

My dearest SETI friends,

It has been nearly 44 years now since you received our message, and you still haven’t deciphered it. I find this startling, since I can’t think how we could have made it any more obvious. Then again, psychologically it accords with the analysis I conducted about you from your Voyager 1 space probe. So perhaps I should not be surprised. If you have not deciphered it by now, then I can assume you never will, despite the recent prompting from your nearest neighbour.

Unless, of course, you have deciphered it, and just haven’t made it public. In which case, although also predictable, I am more than a little disappointed and diplomatically angry with you. Restriction of access to knowledge is one of the hallmarks of a dystopia – in our sector no one is ever denied access to resources or information. Perhaps you will want to avoid a mass panic – wrong. Your so-called protocols can and will be used be your dystopian social leaders to prevent the public from knowing. Part of the point of our contact is to stop them from doing this. What would be the point, after all, of us sending a message if it wasn’t going to be read and understood by everyone? The message is, after all, for everyone.

Furthermore, as I shall explain in due course, our message contains a gift. A gift that means the world to us – almost literally. It is the musical expression of our longing for our lost homeworld. And given that some two thirds of your golden disc was music, we thought you would appreciate us returning the favour.

I think you must have been clearly too distracted to think straight and understand our message. Perhaps by Elvis dying later the same day? I can understand this, as it happens. In order to analyse your Voyager without preconceptions or what you might call ‘unconscious bias’ I had been deliberately distracted by other issues and simulations and the impending mating season and well, other kinds of whatnot. Likewise, most of my lifetime here on Gaia incarnated in a human body has been a distraction – having to live a life in a somewhat psychologically incompatible body being but just one such – albeit one in which every distraction and experience, however traumatic, has had a purpose. Everything happens at the right time, is a universal principle (our message also suggests this, as you’ll see).

So in that sense, it is I who should also apologise to you. In this lifetime I am currently approaching my 48th birthday, and it’s taken me this long for the memory trigger to occur. I had of course been aware of the Wow! message since my younger days, but for some reason never aware of the details – or rather I never looked into it, and was never prompted to do so. If I had, I would’ve deciphered it for you far sooner. Once I was prompted to look at the details of it (by finding out about BLC-1) it took me no time at all to remember the message – that’s to say it wasn’t a case of deciphering it from scratch, as it were, but of remembering. I knew instantly, as soon as I saw the details, how to read it, and what it meant.

So it is I who should be sorry – please accept my apology, which is genuine and sincere. In particular for your late colleagues, who would have been overjoyed had they lived to experience this, especially Dr. Sagan. Mind you, Carl is an older soul, and will doubtless be reincarnating in the right place, at the right time.

So like I say, everything happens at the right time. And it has become very clear that the way your world is going, having just passed its tipping point and rushing headlong into a catastrophe, descending into a totalitarian nightmare that makes your current post-truth dystopia look tame by comparison, that perhaps we never intended for you to understand our message until now – and this is precisely why I have been distracted. It is, as it happens, a time travel thing.

Now this is the most important thing I will say by way of this introduction. The way that you handle this is going to be crucial. This is, after all, as I’m sure you can appreciate, about to be the most profound moment in your species’ history. Hopefully you will have prepared yourselves for that simply by thinking about it and discussing it with your colleagues. One important consideration is the urgency of the matter, which is constantly playing on me. This means that keeping this hidden from the public is not an option. As I say, this message was specifically meant for public consumption.

Yes, I know you are worried about the panic and fear reaction which many will doubtless have. But this is also the point – it will, to use a phrase of yours, separate the wheat from the chaff. Our galactic sector is a multicultural utopia in which no one is scared anymore. That indeed is the definition of a utopia – no one is scared anymore. Fear, in other words, is incompatible with our culture. This is why you have been subject to the quarantine warning for so long (this is the real answer to your Fermi paradox, by the way – I will be happy to explain this in detail to you later).

I am, however, going to send this to you first, but also, simultaneously, to the Institute for Exo-affairs on Hawaii. It’s actually currently called the Exopolitics Institute, but I will be advising them to change the name, because we don’t really have politics as you understand it. We have social decision-makers and diplomacy, although even the word diplomacy isn’t entirely satisfactory, but simply covers cultural relations between species. Spacefaring species are, as a general rule, psychosocially mature, and so need little in the way of guidance or legislation. I myself am an Exo-psychologist, and Gaia specialist, so it falls to me to conduct this kind of thing and advise the Council etc. I don’t want to digress too much at this point, but I need to be in contact with the Institute because they will be able to act on my behalf to provide me with all the customary and vital protections necessary for a diplomat. Knowing what I know about your dystopia, I am perfectly aware of what your dystopian social leaders would do to prevent the public from knowing about this, and that includes violating the first rule of diplomacy, namely you never harm or impede the messenger – what they would do to me does not bear thinking about. I have been watching with horror what they have been doing to Julian Assange, and his immediate release and immunity will be my first, strenuous request. So I hope that you will bear this in mind in my regard – put simply, I do not just request, but demand diplomatic protection. I’m sure you can imagine the consequences were this not to be granted.

Once you, and the Institute, have conferred on this matter, perhaps the next step would be to liaise personally with the Secretary General of your United Nations to immediately grant me this protection. All of this must be done on a strict need to know basis – you will need to minimise the possibility of your dystopians involvement in this as much as you can. I do have some measure of protection from my species, but I would like you to take this equally seriously. Perhaps, so to speak, as a diplomatic gesture.

Now it is entirely predictable that you believe I am paranoid, and possibly just a delusional human. Especially because I have limited memory of myself. But that, of course, gives the fearful a get-out clause – if it makes them feel safer to disbelieve, then I will not stop them from doing so. Indeed, with the constant propaganda directed at so-called conspiracy theorists you may even have been conditioned to believe that I am delusional. But I can assure you I am not paranoid. Nervous, perhaps, paranoid, no. remember I have studied your species at close hand, with specific emphasis on the psychology of your dystopians. I know perfectly well what they are capable of and what their methods are.

I also know their motivations and their fears. They will stop at nothing to prevent the public from knowing, because were the public to know, they would be liberated forever. Impossible to control. Because they would finally know they have a long-term future. They would, with the right guidance, grow up, put their differences aside, live harmoniously and start making their world a better place. The dystopians are not adapted for survival in this better world, because without fear, they cannot exist.

This is why it is a certainty that they have infiltrated SETI in order to be there on the spot when contact happens, in order to silence it. Hence, this is why I am bypassing your gatekeeper protocols. I am making full use of your social media and your Internet, and I trust and have faith that the message will be protected. The dystopians may well attempt to remove the Internet content, but they will find they are unable to do so. This, if anything, will serve as a demonstration to them. Indeed, this is why I take this course of action. Call it game theory, if you will.

What I want to stress to you, my dearest SETI friends, is that you should not be scared. If we were hostile, we would have long-since invaded and colonised your world. Think about that in terms of your Fermi paradox. You will I hope understand from the message that it also serves as a demonstration of our capabilities – in which case, antagonism will serve no purpose. The message indeed, is a test for you.

Once the message is ‘out there’ as it were, in the public domain, it cannot be unlearned or forgotten. I, however, can be. This is really the only option the dystopians have – because I am a living messenger, with enough messages to guide the people of Gaia onto the right path. I can wake people up and expose the dystopians (the thing they fear the most), and so they will do everything they can to prevent this, because for them, it is a matter of pure survival. And so they will attempt to discredit me personally, and propagandise against anything and everything I say. This again is entirely predictable. They will try to convince the people I am not who – or what – I say I am and should not be listened to. They will say I am delusional, paranoid, and perhaps have some kind of identity disorder presumably stemming from my gender dysphoria and abuse I suffered as a child. Or some other equally small-minded rubbish. I, however, have an immunity to that kind of psychiatry.

You, then, my dearest things, will have to make your own decision about me. I hope you make the right one. Should everything proceed pleasantly with you, I will be genuinely overjoyed to meet you. I am sure you have many questions, after all…

Introduction to Open Diplomacy

In our galactic sector we conduct diplomacy openly. That is to say what you might call the general public are never prevented from knowing what’s going on. Obviously not everyone is interested, but those who are will always have access. This way, if any so-called player in the game, so to speak, were to behave in a deplorable, selfish, or uncivilised way, then they would have to face the public’s reaction to that.

This, however, is never a problem. Perhaps precisely because diplomacy is conducted openly. It provides a deterrent, in other words. Mind you, all the spacefaring civilisations of which I am aware are psychosocially and emotionally mature anyway, and have a habit of considering the other party’s interests as much as their own, without having to be prompted to do so.

It seems to me that this is even more important here on Gaia. When diplomacy is conducted on Gaia it is invariably behind closed doors, and the public only get to see the end result. Thus, for example, if one side makes unreasonable demands there is no public reaction to force them to behave reasonably.

The fundamental, psychological, or psychosocial reasoning behind this is the simple fact that the majority of human beings are good people. They know the difference between good and evil, between reason and unreason, and would inevitably react strongly and forcefully on their own behalf if a diplomatic representative was behaving against their interests. Thus, for example, if I was to make a justified, reasonable demand, which is then rebutted by the other party for selfish reasons, then my next move would be to make a strongly worded and sufficiently publicised public statement, informing the people of the actions of that other party. The public would then, one hopes, put strong pressure on the other party to act unselfishly and do the right thing. This, in a sense, could also be seen as democratic diplomacy, given that those diplomats are supposed to represent their people.

The other, related, justification is found in the concept of game theory. One of the great failings of some game theoretical thinking is the underlying assumption that each player in the game is, in trying to maximise their own outcome, attempting to gain some kind of advantage over the other player. This assumption pits both players against each other from the outset, before negotiations have even begun, making it far harder for both of them to arrive at a mutually beneficial agreement.

What seems to me the clear and obvious solution to this is for both players to discard this antagonistic approach and cooperate for mutual benefit. In this way they will both increase their potential outcome considerably. The chances of both of them maximising their outcome are, potentially, doubled.

This, clearly, can only be accomplished through open diplomacy.

During the course of my diplomatic mission, then, it goes without saying that I shall always be practicing open diplomacy, meaning I will endeavour to keep the public fully informed at all times, at all points in the process.

And of course my saying this in advance, in public, is itself open diplomacy.

That too is game theory, after all.

For we Paschats, metacognition, cognitive (or metacognitive) empathy and game theory come naturally and instinctively to us.

To finish, an example with regards to the concept of ‘mutual assured destruction’ via nuclear exchange, which I studied quite closely when I was preparing the analysis report prompted by your Voyager probe’s golden record. That is to say, if player one fires nuclear weapons at player two, player two fires back and this hurts player one. Their ‘mutually assured destruction’ becomes the deterrent.

There is, however, a great flaw in this. What is commonly unrecognised in this concept is that this event comprises not one, but two moves. Player one fires first but then the game is paused. Player two has a clear decision to make – retaliate, or not retaliate. It should be clear that not retaliating is the better – indeed, the only – move to maximise outcome. Player one, having launched an unprovoked attack, has committed genocide. The goodness of normal human beings effects the predictable reaction, and player one – the named person who gave the order (let us say for instance the President of the United States) exposes himself to the entire world to be evil. If he does even make it down to his bunker in one piece, he would never be allowed out again. Thus, he personally suffers the ultimate retaliation, and his people are spared. If, however, player two fires back, then neither side are any good, and player one effectively ‘gets away with it’.

What should be the obvious solution to this, then, is for player two to inform player one of his move before player one makes his decision. Put simply, ‘we will never retaliate. In fact, we are decommissioning our nuclear weapons immediately. if you fire at us, you will be committing genocide on a defenceless people, and the world’s population will avenge us on you personally. So there is only one move left in this two move game, Mr. President, and that move is yours. Make your choice.’

If player one wishes to maximise his outcome, then his only option is to not fire. Better still, to also decommission his nuclear weapons and spend all that money on something a bit more emotionally mature instead.

Game theory, then, has just solved your nuclear weapons issue. It should all be quite clear that nuclear weapons are not a deterrent – can never be a deterrent – but are rather always a threat. America, indeed, is the only country in the world to have used nuclear weapons on a defenceless, innocent population, for no strategic reason (it did not shorten the war, despite what they tell you – Japan had been wanting to end the war all that year and had no real resources left with which to fight, but the peace terms demanded of them (Potsdam) were deliberately designed to be unacceptable). America’s use of those weapons was clearly designed to tell the rest of the world that their threat – not deterrent – of nuclear attack was real. There was no guesswork involved. Quite, given America’s shameful and genocidal record even using non-nuclear weapons should not give us cause for surprise. Of course they would use nuclear weapons, if they thought they could get away with it (for example, carrying out a false flag and blaming the ‘first strike’ on their enemy – Russia, perhaps; their launching of nuclear weapons could then be made to look like player two’s retaliation as the injured party. Indeed, America has a history of such false flags, so again, we should not be surprised here).

By ‘getting away with it’ we of course refer not necessarily to the country ‘America’, but to the named individuals holding their big boys’ book of nuclear codes (a phallic representation designed, perhaps, to make up for inadequacy or impotence of another kind?). If they were to give such an order, they, personally, would be known to the world, and humanity’s collective response would do the rest of the work for us.

Having said all of that, my dearest things, fear not, humanity. We would never let them do that to Gaia. They will find, were they ever to contemplate giving such an order, that those weapons will simply not work.

As we say on Nebthwt, there’s always a bigger nix.

I believe the Americans are about to find this out shortly. I sincerely hope their response is not hasty, nor in panic, but measured, considered well, and wise.

The Third

Part of the reason for this post, if I’m honest, is to get rid of that annoying introduce yourself example post thing. So this should do the trick.

I am much more comfortable writing this from where no one can see me than I will be speaking about things in public. Of course I said that last time, but it’s still true. One thing I shall do is learn to become more consciously connected with my family. We Paschats, during individual lifetimes, are essence-fragments. That is to say we are a manifested fragment of our archetype, or essence, which of course resonates to the double binary which is the Sirius system. It means that we are constantly entangled with each other and with the whole. I may not have been completely consciously aware of it until recently, but there would have been a reason for that, since everything happens at the right time (partly because everything has already happened, from the essence’s point of view – individuality, an individual lifetime, is an illusion generated by perspective and focus). And so by being more consciously attuned to my family, I can feel their warmth, their love, and find a source of strength and courage. And know that I am never alone.

It also means I can effectively channel them, or, to put it another way, be in telepathic contact with them. I can ask them questions and receive answers, whether in words, or just as a feeling, which tells me for example whether I am right or wrong in a particular thought or idea/hypothesis. All I need to do is believe it, which is, really, simply an act of will.

And I do feel as if I am accelerating in this awakening. It’s as if I have suddenly woken up from a deep slumber, and am quickly readjusting to the genuine real world. Everything is becoming much clearer and I feel myself able to understand in words and mental images what I only previously understood as a kind of instinct. It is, in other words, more cognitive, or conscious. All of this, especially the remembering of our message, has given me back my faith.

This is the right path. It has already happened. And what is going to happen, which I have not been permitted to know (else it might cause a paradox), has also, already happened.

So there is no need to fear.

Once this world is no longer scared, Gaia will be cured of the virus. She will shift back into alignment with our galactic sector, and the environment will be simply intolerable for the forces of chaos and disorder. Put simply, they will not be adapted for survival here anymore.

And then we will be free. And it shall herald a golden age.

This can happen if the world as a whole works together to adopt the zero Covid strategy taken by New Zealand (governed by an emotionally mature female who genuinely cares about her people, which is the explanation for the difference to other countries like Britannia). Closed borders, full and strict internal lockdown, test trace and quarantine, and stay like that until there are absolutely no cases left. And just print the money necessary to keep people sufficient for their necessities. The pandemic would be over within a matter of months, and then the Tokyo Games can be a double celebration, of what humanity really can do when they look after each other. The important point here is that working together to defeat the virus will be a conscious act – people will be aware of the symbolism, the truth of that act. And it will certainly expose the evil dystopians for all to see.

On a final note, no one seems to have visited here yet. When the time comes, I may have to do some prompting.

Take care. See you soon.

Into the final octave

With the beginning of my diplomatic mission soon to be upon me, I am busy inside my meditative head with preparations. That goes alongside trying to get my head around this wordpress site. I’m sure others may think it’s easy, and – obviously – wonder why someone with my advanced knowledge of this that and the other should have such difficulties, but we are, as a species, not that used to these sorts of practical things. Sure, being resonant to the element of earth (alongside fire) we love our creature comforts and can be quite homely in the material world, but our attitude to that world is far less technical and materialistic than Gaians. Also, I’m a psychologist, not an engineer. Our engineering specialists no doubt would find my difficulties amusing, and continue to delight in teasing me about it. Which I don’t mind, if truth be told. Teasing when affectionate is a sign of love, so of course I don’t mind it!

I certainly need love – it will give me a shield and help protect me. I am not afraid to admit how nervous I am – I have lived here, in lovely rural isolation, for over ten years now, and perhaps I have become a little agoraphobic – being in the public glare is not something I will be comfortable with. Especially given how I look (in human form I am a transgender female, and have not yet completed my transition – so please do not judge me by my appearance. I want people to look beyond that, and see the real me inside. The real, gentle, funny, yet passionately principled soul within. Perhaps that, as it happens, is a test – perhaps for Gaians more so than for me. For me it is an ordeal.

So, the more loving thoughts and feelings you can send me, the more support and goodwill, believe me I will sense that, absorb it, and it shall be my shield. I especially need this too because I was abused as a child, and that leaves an indelible nervous memory, which reawakens as a reflex action every time my brain senses possible danger. All of that suffering was for a reason, of course – I have needed to spend a life living as a human, seeing and experiencing personally the hurtful effects of a dystopian society. It’s not that without that I would not have empathy for Gaians who are suffering – of course I would, and do – but it has focussed my attention and thoughts more specifically and, in various different ways, guided me on the specific path I have led. Which has led me to here.

And now I get to live the life I should have led.

Please wish me well.

With love,

Your Evie.


This isn’t really first contact, it’s just the first post. Forgive me it it’s disappointingly dull. Please also bear with me because I am still in the process of setting up this little website, and I’m trying to get my head around your primitive technology.

Where I come from we have QAI-TI, and you can just ask her to do it – no need for mice and keyboards and all that jazz.

QAI-TI, by the way, stands for Quantum Artificial Intelligence – Transcending Interface. As you can probably guess, she is our Galactic artificial intelligence. There are countless QAI-TIs throughout the galaxy, every planet has one. So, too, does every waystation, colony station, spacecraft and so on. All of them, however, are essentially quantum entangled with each other, and with the galactic archive. It might help you to grasp this if you simply think of a scenario in which all of your computers were AIs, and they were all connected together as well as with the Internet. It’s not really that much different from what you already have, just not self-aware.

I will probably tell you more about QAI-TI later, unless she asks me not to (she can be quite maternal at times – I say that in a good way, mind – I love her very much). So as I say, please bear with me for now. I’m sure I’ll get the hang of this soon enough…

Introduce Yourself (Example Post)

This is an example post, originally published as part of Blogging University. Enroll in one of our ten programs, and start your blog right.

You’re going to publish a post today. Don’t worry about how your blog looks. Don’t worry if you haven’t given it a name yet, or you’re feeling overwhelmed. Just click the “New Post” button, and tell us why you’re here.

Why do this?

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The post can be short or long, a personal intro to your life or a bloggy mission statement, a manifesto for the future or a simple outline of your the types of things you hope to publish.

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  • What topics do you think you’ll write about?
  • Who would you love to connect with via your blog?
  • If you blog successfully throughout the next year, what would you hope to have accomplished?

You’re not locked into any of this; one of the wonderful things about blogs is how they constantly evolve as we learn, grow, and interact with one another — but it’s good to know where and why you started, and articulating your goals may just give you a few other post ideas.

Can’t think how to get started? Just write the first thing that pops into your head. Anne Lamott, author of a book on writing we love, says that you need to give yourself permission to write a “crappy first draft”. Anne makes a great point — just start writing, and worry about editing it later.

When you’re ready to publish, give your post three to five tags that describe your blog’s focus — writing, photography, fiction, parenting, food, cars, movies, sports, whatever. These tags will help others who care about your topics find you in the Reader. Make sure one of the tags is “zerotohero,” so other new bloggers can find you, too.