A Note From Lorelei Knightley-Someday
After receiving a strange letter -- mis-addressed to the actual Morningstar Hall in Salem, Massachusetts, and delivered via a really confused flying stoat -- I struck up a correspondence with the odd but extraordinary young woman who had written it. There was a lot of back-and-forth, and after talking for a while about her work and her philosophy I decided I wanted to share it with you, too. I made her an offer, and she accepted on Saturday morning, which means I will have an intermittent journaling partner.
By way of introduction, I think I should let her speak for herself:
Greetings, gentle readers!
My name is Lorelei Knightley-Someday, and I am a tactile retrocognitive psychometrist and antiquities scholar.
The Salem Institute of Metaphysical and Esoteric Studies recently transferred me to the Department of Curiosities in the Northwest branch so that I might use my special talents to help authenticate and catalog objects whose provenance is in dispute.
The world is a much stranger place than most of us are led to believe. We are told that many wonderful and terrible things are fiction, or are outright impossibilities. An entire secret history exists, diligently hidden from the public by powerful and mysterious organizations like The Brotherhood and Department L. At one time this obfuscation may have been, as claimed, for the public's own good, but over time the lies have grown and secrecy has become an end in its own right: a secrecy no longer meant to protect, but maintained simply to grant elite status to those who know the truth.
History belongs to the world. Those who lived it and those who died to make it, those people whose very existence was hidden from the world shaped by their adventures and disasters great and small, deserve more from us than silence. They deserve truth. It is long past time we delivered it.
Through the clouded lens of my gift I am capable of perceiving much that would otherwise be lost. By uniting objects and documentation with an account of my retrocognitive impressions, I unite fact with artefact and restore some measure of truth to these otherwise apocryphal tales.
Believing that I might herein find an audience receptive to my discoveries, the owner of this ether-space has graciously asked me to share my findings with you. As I sort through the contested collections, I shall reveal the stories behind select objects both arcane and mundane. These small brushstrokes will, I hope, paint a more vivid portrait of our hidden history than that which is widely believed. I look forward to exploring with all of you.
Curiously yours,
Lorelei Knightley-Someday
I hope y'all will welcome her warmly. She says she'll try to provide updates about once a week, but she's busy a lot, and as computers were "formally confirmed in 2004 by the D-BARD to have been invented by a greater Duke of Hell" and as her job description strictly forbids prolonged contact with the diabolical, she must first write everything out by hand and then bribe a weasel or feral cat to deliver it. (The traditional mail is similarly "inimical and brimstone-fouled.") Given that, and the time it takes to transcribe the material on my end, it may not be regular. I hope, though, it will be eagerly anticipated.
The first packet was brought in last night. Sif promptly assaulted the huge mouse which brought it in and chased it under the refrigerator. It's really early right now, and I need to go to bed, so I will finish transcribing it and post it this afternoon. Just thought I'd give you a heads-up.
By way of introduction, I think I should let her speak for herself:
Greetings, gentle readers!
My name is Lorelei Knightley-Someday, and I am a tactile retrocognitive psychometrist and antiquities scholar.
The Salem Institute of Metaphysical and Esoteric Studies recently transferred me to the Department of Curiosities in the Northwest branch so that I might use my special talents to help authenticate and catalog objects whose provenance is in dispute.
The world is a much stranger place than most of us are led to believe. We are told that many wonderful and terrible things are fiction, or are outright impossibilities. An entire secret history exists, diligently hidden from the public by powerful and mysterious organizations like The Brotherhood and Department L. At one time this obfuscation may have been, as claimed, for the public's own good, but over time the lies have grown and secrecy has become an end in its own right: a secrecy no longer meant to protect, but maintained simply to grant elite status to those who know the truth.
History belongs to the world. Those who lived it and those who died to make it, those people whose very existence was hidden from the world shaped by their adventures and disasters great and small, deserve more from us than silence. They deserve truth. It is long past time we delivered it.
Through the clouded lens of my gift I am capable of perceiving much that would otherwise be lost. By uniting objects and documentation with an account of my retrocognitive impressions, I unite fact with artefact and restore some measure of truth to these otherwise apocryphal tales.
Believing that I might herein find an audience receptive to my discoveries, the owner of this ether-space has graciously asked me to share my findings with you. As I sort through the contested collections, I shall reveal the stories behind select objects both arcane and mundane. These small brushstrokes will, I hope, paint a more vivid portrait of our hidden history than that which is widely believed. I look forward to exploring with all of you.
Curiously yours,
Lorelei Knightley-Someday
I hope y'all will welcome her warmly. She says she'll try to provide updates about once a week, but she's busy a lot, and as computers were "formally confirmed in 2004 by the D-BARD to have been invented by a greater Duke of Hell" and as her job description strictly forbids prolonged contact with the diabolical, she must first write everything out by hand and then bribe a weasel or feral cat to deliver it. (The traditional mail is similarly "inimical and brimstone-fouled.") Given that, and the time it takes to transcribe the material on my end, it may not be regular. I hope, though, it will be eagerly anticipated.
The first packet was brought in last night. Sif promptly assaulted the huge mouse which brought it in and chased it under the refrigerator. It's really early right now, and I need to go to bed, so I will finish transcribing it and post it this afternoon. Just thought I'd give you a heads-up.