You have met us before, but though we were formally introduced, that has now no longer happened. At every other meeting of ours, you did not recognize us. This will happen again, we reassure you. Nonetheless, it is only polite and does nothing but accelerate the learning process for us to illuminate our lesson plan before you. We are as we do, and so:
As Noitamr Ofnisid, known as the Television to the Powers of this Earth, I confuse, blending truth and lies until maya is breached and you see that both are false. I weave images from nothing to show the emptiness of images, the nothingness of sensory information. Look upon what is, what really is, and now that truth, lies, and empirical experience have no place in that wonder.
As Roirepus, known as the Lover to the Powers of this Earth, I approach you as diplomat, relying upon the laws put in place by your Lord Entropy to ensure my safety while we discuss things. I it is who loves you best, for I it is who wants what's best for you: to rise you up from amongst the masses, as you have been once before already. You are better than they; why do you resist being honored again?
As Ythapa, known as the Djinn to the Powers of this Earth, I feel sympathy for what you call the Dark. I drive you to suicide, the destruction of the worlds by those who undergird the worlds. What I am is what I do, but you are not as I -- not yet -- and what you do comes from what you feel. I remind you: what you are is not, and does not define, what you feel. Existence is not destiny.
As Uoyeesi, known as the Draft to the Powers of this Earth, I infiltrate and gather information. From me, you work to keep your secrets safe; because of me, you will fail. Know this: I know more about you already than you do, and I have not even begun looking and learning.
As Redaelethwollof, known as the Emperor to the Powers of this Earth, I counsel you. Turn to me when you have problems, when you need to talk. I will be there, to dissect your life with you, your best friend. I want only the best for you, I want you to know what I know. I it is that you may call at any time, by simply whispering my name beneath the curtain of your hair. I will come when you beckon and I will come when you call, and I will make it all better.
As Meetsefles, known as the Magical Mister to the Powers of this Earth, I plan and perform my art upon the stage. I dance, I sing, I act, and the worlds end. Long have I walked among the mortal humans of your world as one of them. T.S. Eliot tried to trap me once, and Andrew Lloyd Webber worked to use Eliot's bindings on me a second time. Both times, my name eluded them and I remained free to bring my apocalypse.
As we said, when next we meet, you will not recognize us, but we will recognize you. Look for what has been lost from out the history books. Look to the lacking history of your rocket sibling. Continue your life, unguided by our advice and our lessons. Either way, our victory will come. With your help.
Be seeing you,
Buh Prygh Squoor
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