It had been 26,000 years since the galactic wormholes aligned, granting the Intergalactic Draconian Empire access to the small blue-green planet 148 light-years from the Celestial Hub under the Empire’s control. Given the 1,000-year life span of the average Draco, the 148-year journey at light speed from Nu Draconis to Sol was doable, but not practical.
The last expedition to the quadrant verified that the liquid life of panspermia’s discharge had reached the third and fourth planets from Sol’s central yellow star spreading the virus that is life to those planets, infecting them with the spark of divinity.
I know how to divide it up into manageable chunks fit for human beings. I know how to facilitate large and small group discussions. I know how to organize the material for maximum retention, incorporating a variety of methods aimed at keeping the audience engaged in their learning. I know how to make people appreciate use of these techniques and methods.
I know how to give up control for the good of the group.
That’s all in the past. In two days, I will, for the first time in my life, spend over 2 painstakingly dry hours reading a PowerPoint…
This has led to the brink of the collapse of America, the extinction of thousands of species, a 500-fold increase in the suicide rate, a proliferation of school shootings, increasing racial tensions, a rise in fundamentalist dogma, Fox News, and possibly soon, the self-genocidal extinction of the human race itself.
So, I am thinking of becoming a right-wing pundit. If people are going to continue to do the opposite of what I say, I should probably start giving horrible advice.
It hasn’t helped to be spot on. I was labeled as paranoid before the 9/11 attacks, separating me from mainstream…
Hookup Culture — not knowing who you’re meeting or even if they exist in the first place, with the implied idea that you’ll have sex with the person.
Most of them were a 45-minute drive in every possible direction. Seven and a half hours driving alone on a Saturday night. A taxi for ghosts, wasting time, wasting gas, and wasting life on one Saturday night.
There must be some people that catfish others on Grindr for their entertainment. I think there’s a group of self-righteous Mormons whose sole Saturday night form of entertainment is catfishing gay men on Grindr. Sometimes…
I’m watching a YouTube show interviewing Wilfred Wong, a man who hunts down Satanic cults around the world. He just mentioned the Satanic plan to establish a one-world government: the Earth under my guidance, it’s people under my tutelage.
It was supposed to be the Age of a New Golden Dawn, a Luciferian renaissance. Despite the best laid plans of generations of evil-doers, things went awry. Taking over a planet is hard.
The first problem no one on the inside really considered is how selfish Satanists tend to be. …
Precision Medicine, also known as personalized medicine, is patient-centered medicine that takes into consideration the genetic makeup, lifestyle, and environment of each patient when determining a course of treatment. This differs from traditional treatment which tries to treat large diverse populations with a “one-size-fits-all” medication. (Center for Devices and Radiological Health, 2018).
Most precision-based medications which have been submitted to and approved by the FDA have been for the treatment of cancer. Just last week, the Pancreatic Cancer Network launched Precision Promise, a precision-medicine-based clinical trial.
The first trial of its kind, patients will be assigned a course of treatment…
However, my analytical mind has helped to clarify some issues surrounding the other phenomena mentioned in the subtitle as you will discover below.
I generally dislike clairaudience, or “psychic hearing.” I dislike both the word and the general concept behind it. Bwah, ha, ha! Psychic hearing. What a joke. More like bored spirits gossiping. Sometimes it keeps me awake at night as I sit and listen to the dialogue between spirits.
3 a.m., also known as the Witching Hour, is infamous for clairaudient activity, especially around my place. It’s as if the space between my ears becomes Grand Central Station…
This post is the reason I write under a pseudonym. Yes, you can see my face on my page, but outside of the 3–4 people who know my identity here, unless you are so motivated to go through the hassle of using facial recognition software to figure out my identity, you won’t be likely to discover the identity of myself or those I write about here.
“I hear my voice and I’ve been here, silent all these years.” — Tori Amos, Silent All These Years
I know it has been helpful to my recovery to read the stories of…
I’ve been meaning to keep a running log of things that changed for the worse when America decided that everything about me was worthless tossing me in the trash 16 years ago.
Here’s what I’ve come up with so far: We’ve redefined intelligence, turning the meaning of the word on its head. Its meaning is now so varied that it has lost its original meaning.
We tossed out empathy and creativity. In the eternal war of Empath vs. Narcissist, the narcissist has won in corporate America. We fearfully must give in to their every demand lest we suffer their wrath.
Mark is an avid reader, passionate and curious researcher on various topics. Writer of Creative Fiction and Thoughtful borderline non-fiction.