All the while she was aware that Adriel was watching her, and he was delighted to see her enjoying the food. The gratitude she felt, he seemed to absorb it, and it made him almost glow.
Adriel explained it like this: Your physical form in this lower world is your mold. It is an organic meat shell that only lasts for a limited amount of time. In it, you experience a reality that is designed for the experiences themselves, the events that form you as an individual.
Mageia Geist sat by the window, looking out over the Gathering of Yenzora, a smallish settlement located near the flowing ley lines of the Tescala-Si. Down below, she could see the spindrile Yenzors going about their tasks. There were much larger gatherings than this in her world, two that spanned entire continents, but she preferred the outer areas.
When my family lived in a small neighborhood outside Langley, Virginia, I didn’t think it was odd that we never saw a police patrol car, or that our ice cream man wore a pistol under his white coat. [This is a long one. If you click this, settle in.]
I had an experience over the past week that has distracted me from my series on transhumanism. In a way, however, the experience is related to the topic of transhumanism. Both topics are vast and can therefore be connected to any other topic imaginable. So if you will indulge me, I will ramble on at length about my odd weekend.
I have been trying unsuccessfully for the past few weeks to get a first-hand peek at some supposed real-life Boogums from Another World, the legendary Men in Black (henceforth referred to as the MiB). The MiB, according to all accounts, usually travel in groups of three, although there are a growing number of reports of only two turning up, as seen in this video: