Hello intrepid internet explorers and seekers of the truth – welcome to my discussion forum!
I am this forum’s one (and only) moderator. You can call me Tinfoil-Tim, or TFT for short. Despite what the name suggests, I promise I am NOT one of those loopy conspiracy theorists who will believe anything from lizard people to the government putting computer chips in our cereal. I’m merely an extraterrestrial enthusiast seeking open-minded discussion, with a little more reason to believe there’s Something Out There than most.
Some necessary backstory: about a year ago I came into some inheritance, had a mild breakdown and moved to an abandoned lighthouse on a quiet stretch of the English coast. I won’t specify exactly where for anonymity reasons, but I’d never heard of the place until I needed to escape my soulless existence in the city. The stress of modern life, am I right!? We’ve all dreamed of escaping it at some point. I was just dubiously lucky enough to have the means to do so.
Anyway, what piqued my interest in this particular lighthouse were the huge antennae built into the roof. The real estate agent said there was no record of a previous owner installing them, and they couldn’t be removed without threatening the structural integrity of the whole tower. When hooked up to a radio device, they reportedly made eerie noises and some visitors even insisted they heard voices. Of course, my first thought was HAUNTED LIGHTHOUSE and knew straight away it was the place for me.
None of these rumours could have prepared me for what I heard when I got the radio working. My current theory is that the antennae are able to access the DSN (Deep Space Network!), sending signals further into the atmosphere than any civilian device I’ve ever encountered. Even more unbelievably, they’re getting messages BACK. Not only am I receiving alien radio chatter, but at night the sky above the sea is alight with shooting stars. Some burn up in the atmosphere, some are eaten by the waves, but occasionally others wash up, intact, on the beach the next day. To cut a long story short, I’m dead certain that this quiet English cove is receiving extraterrestrial post!
Whilst I do consider myself an amateur cryptographer (code-breaker), some of these messages I’m receiving are going over my head. For one thing, the overall tone of them is a little… well, I’ll let you be the judge! I’ve created this forum because I want to host a discussion surrounding these messages. Let me know what you think, and if you’re able to glean any meanings I’ve missed. I’ll do my best to upload them here in a format that echoes the spirit of how I received them.
To briefly address the sceptics reading this, who I’m sure either think isolation has driven me mad OR that I’m making all of this up: did you know that the real reason lighthouse keepers had a reputation for insanity was because they worked with liquid mercury? In my cosy, remodelled little tower, buffeted by the sea breeze, I’m probably safer from chemical exposure than most of my dear readers! Besides, I travel down to the little tourist trap town where the ferries dock once a month to pick up groceries and fill up my social battery. The locals haven’t taken a shine to me quite yet, but I’m sure I’ll win them over. The pub landlady has even taken to giving me cryptic warnings about the “grim omens of the tides”… nice try, lady! I don’t think anything the sea spits up could shake me anymore.
As for whether I’m making all of this up, I once again defer to your judgement. I am only the humble messenger: let my messages speak for themselves.
Signing off for now,
TFT.