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Plenary Lecture: Aliens, Human Communication, and Occult Traditions

Name: Plenary Lecture: Aliens, Human Communication, and Occult Traditions
Start: 2026-08-05T12:00:00-07:00
End: 2026-08-05T13:00:00-07:00
Location: Columtreal University

August 5 @ 12:00 pm - 1:00 pm

Professor Stone will expand upon his studies while at California universities to help explain the roots of communications as guided by extraterrestrial visitors and settlers. The role of ‘looking to the skies’ reverberates in all the ways we communicate, while alien visitors, settlers and scientisdts contributed to occult traditions not irrelevant to life in Hathian.

Details

Date: August 5
Time:
12:00 pm - 1:00 pm
Event Category: Columtreal
Event Tags:Campus, Columtreal, University

Venue

Columtreal University

Organizer

Jacques Stone

July 1, 2026

Word on the street... The streets of Hathian simmered with tension yesterday, as whispers of gunfire at Rader Records echoed through the night. Two armed women, tangled in a deadly standoff with cops, turned a simple tip into a violent exchange—one officer falling wounded under a hail of bullets before backup crushed the chaos. Meanwhile, a shadowy abduction unfolded at the 250-year celebration, a stolen ambulance vanishing into the bayou with its captive, leaving more questions than answers. Elsewhere, the cops tightened their grip, disarming desperate souls near the food trucks and motels, while whispers spread of a dealer’s cold offer: free poison for secrets, and a dancer caught in the crossfire of survival and betrayal. Hathian’s underbelly never sleeps.

July 1, 2026

Whispers in the bayou... ░▒░ Down at Laveau Clinic, they say the man in the worn jacket trailed the cold-eyed handler through halls lined with barred doors, muttering about medical books and scars fresh from the cells. His smile was brittle, like thirst scratched by a whisper of rain—praise from the handler fell heavy, something like a benediction in a dead tongue, Latin or Greek nobody alive could place. ░▒ ▒░ But that wasn’t the only murmur twisting through the fog. The docks buzz with talk of disappearances—just shadows pulled under the water in patterns like a serpent’s coil. Day three now, the fog thickens, swallowing more than footsteps, and the Syndicate’s grip tightens, using fear as their leash, the cursed artifact moving silent beneath restless tides. ░▒ ░▒░ One of the Sheriff’s boys caught the whisper, eyes flicking to the door like he’s guarding secrets too heavy for talk. ░▒ ✨ https://news.backwaters.sl

July 1, 2026

Rumors on campus... Columtreal’s shadows stretched long yesterday, and the whispers thickened like smoke in a back alley. The dancer’s near brush with unseen assailants left her skittish, sparking talk of darker forces lurking beneath the university’s mossy façade. Meanwhile, a quiet storm brewed at the Bleu Wag—where age checks sparked a standoff and a tab opened with a sly pineapple cocktail exchanged under watchful eyes. And in the quieter corners, a Reiki master’s strange blend of ancient rites and forbidden lore drew curious crowds, feeding rumors that energy flows here are anything but mundane. Columtreal never sleeps, but yesterday, it blinked—and we all caught a glimpse.

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