The mountainside is empty. I’m pretty sure it’s not what we’re looking for.
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Is anyone else a bit mind-blown by Aether right now? He’s absolutely incredible.
He’s discovered and tracked down what may be a semi-sentient Magiqal object that can transmute it’s form of consciousness across physical and digital media, and brought it within our reach.
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Ya it is pretty amazing
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Here, more specifically teh Mountainside, an area of the site restricted to members with the regular badge
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we just ruled that out
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what about the book of briars?
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Whatever we are looking for won’t show itself until sunset in NYC, 8 hours and 20 mins from now. I wouldn’t expect there to be anything there until then.
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We have had to send mounties to such locations before. We may have to send someone there. Fern suggested we send Cole.
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Just a recap. I think this is the general consensus on how we are interpreting Aether’s message.
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Could it also be on kemetic.solutions
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Aether said he’s not in KS anymore.
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I’d assume not. Aether said that he’s locked out of Kemetic, and that means that we, by extension, probably won’t be getting anything more out of it. You’re welcome to look, if you want, but there likely won’t be anything.
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Well so far I figured out that Kemetic.solutions does not work on its on it just says error loading resource. Aethers page is just a report created by Teddy (I assume) and the wanderer page. do we have a list of all the kemetic.solutions pages?
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I just found this reading about the Gates!
Morse Code isn’t that one avenue we explored with the missing letters??
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I found a poem by Anne Sexton that mentions an oracular eye. Don’t know if it has anything to with this, but it sounds chillingly fitting.
You, Doctor Martin
You, Doctor Martin, walk
from breakfast to madness. Late August,
I speed through the antiseptic tunnel
where the moving dead still talk
of pushing their bones against the thrust
of cure. And I am queen of this summer hotel
or the laughing bee on a stalk
of death. We stand in broken
lines and wait while they unlock
the doors and count us at the frozen gates
of dinner. The shibboleth is spoken
and we move to gravy in our smock
of smiles. We chew in rows, our plates
scratch and whine like chalk
in school. There are no knives
for cutting your throat. I make
moccasins all morning. At first my hands
kept empty, unraveled for the lives
they used to work. Now I learn to take
them back, each angry finger that demands
I mend what another will break
tomorrow. Of course, I love you;
you lean above the plastic sky,
god of our block, prince of all the foxes.
The breaking crowns are new
that Jack wore.
Your third eye
moves among us and lights the separate boxes
where we sleep or cry.
What large children we are
here. All over I grow most tall
in the best ward. Your business is people,
you call at the madhouse, an oracular
eye in our nest. Out in the hall
the intercom pages you. You twist in the pull
of the foxy children who fall
like floods of life in frost.
And we are magic talking to itself,
noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins
forgotten. Am I still lost?
Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself,
counting this row and that row of moccasins
waiting on the silent shelf.
Anne Sexton :
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Awesome find!
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does a little ‘I’m helping!’ dance
…would the sun setting over Central Park cause any sort of…interesting shadow effects? Or light effects. Focussed on one point. You know what I mean.
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I wouldn’t be so quick to discount Mountainside. Perhaps the eye doesn’t show up until 7:59. It’s in the description of it that it flits to and fro across the internet. It’s possible that it will show up. Even if only for a moment.
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Can’t get to Mountainside as I’ve not been deemed a regular yet. 
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but regulars can, they can check at 7:59
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