DEAR EARTH THREE POSTED BY SILVER ELF DEAR EARTH DRAVEN DASH HERE. 1 Well, things in my end of the galaxy are moving on just about the way you might expect. Last week my symbiont, whom I have named Luther, and I went exploring. We, or I, depending how you understand the situation set off on foot after flying to the edge of the community we inhabit. I rolled up the flying carpet thing and tucked it away like a sleeping bag tied to my back pack. Luther doesn't quite understand the concept of exploring but he'll figure it out soon enough, I'm sure. We struck out in what appears to be north. 2 We hadn't gone a dozen Ks when I came upon a village of seven stone huts with mud rooves. For a second I expected to find bipedal occupants but that was not at all the case. The creatures that inhabited the village looked a little like grasshoppers only they had heads like spiders, four legs to walk on four arms with three fingers and a half dozen snake like tentacles. When I first saw them they scared the beejeepers out of me, but Luther calm me down by explaining that these beasts called lugwortins were quite amiable and preferred worms and slugs to feed on. 3 It wasn't long before we were all mind chatting and sharing stuff that new friends tend to share. They hissed at the fact that you people had accused me wrongly and punished me, but as we spent more time together they were glad I had come to their planet. Notice I have not told you their name for this world and that was on purpose. They are not ready for the general human condition. Interestingly the Lugwortins' cook their food. They steam it, spice it and are quite delicate in their eating habits.

One name Flug is joining us on our exploration. 4 Flug proved to be a grand companion with an incredible sense of alien humour, about earthlings. Yes they know all about us and our civilizations, current and over the last 50,000 years. They witnessed our real first world war between two neanderthal clans who fought over a pool of water, killing most of both clans. The fifteen or so claimed the water but less than a month later had to move on to find more water because the pool dried up. How dumb and typical of our kind. No foresight or insight, just brute stupidness. They find me refreshingly different. 5 We came to a desert after 3 days trekking through a jungle like area. That night there were three full moons, one green, one blue and one purple. I found it beautiful and intriguing but Flug spent the entire night chanting, a rather pretty little jingle that kind of floated on the night air and drifted up toward the moons. Luther called it the simply, The Ritual of the Three Moons. An event that happens once every 37 years, their years. I have not calculated the earth years involved. Flug was ready and willing to move on the next morning. 6 I called the new landscape a desert, which is essentially correct but unlike the earth version this one is not quite as torrid and deadly. The sand is silver and the dunes are monstrous, waves of Everest proportion. There are oasises everywhere that offer plenty of food and water and each one has its own inhabitants. Cloak critters with furry spider like legs, two legs that is and they walk upright, but believe me I doubt the parts I haven't seen are very human like. They have reptilian tongues. I can't say they are friendly or aggressive. We are ignored. 7 Sixteen days out. We came upon a flock of Oronacks who might have attacked us but recognized the Oronack killer and fled. That would be me. Luther explained these were a different clan than the others but equally nasty if given the opportunity. I noticed they were somewhat larger. We were coming to the end of the silver desert and Luther was beginning to desire a homeward direction. He had be so accommodating that I turned back for home on a slightly meandering course so as to not cover the same ground I'd just explore.

Flug chose to stay with us. 8 One night, on one of those rare occasions Luther extracted himself from my brain stem and went off on his own. It happens only every few weeks and I have no idea where he goes or does. All I know is that it is lonely without him and I feel empty, and intellectually primitive. These creatures are so much advanced than us. Even though they do not utilize their technological knowledge it is impressive. The council is still debating whether or not to allow me to use the knowledge. I am not sure I even want to. It's just human nature to explore. 9 The way back was much the same as the way out so I did not discover much else. Flug stayed with us all the home and remained in the community for almost a week after. Then he left for home. I hope we meet up again but it would not be too soon. The Oronacks had regrouped and were planning another invasion. I began to contemplate how to stop them a second time. I have a feeling it will not be as simple or easy as the last time. I may have to use my host's technology this time round. 10 Well Mother Earth. That is about it for now. I hope you folks are finding some moments of peace but my heart has great doubt and little hope that will ever happen. The next time I write might not be for some time. There is much to do and my hosts are coming into a time in their existence that is going to keep me away from personal things. This time has nothing to do with the Oronacks but everything to do with their brand of evolution. Be well if you can and if you can't die bravely in your wars. Draven.