There's something odd about the expectancy of a Storm . Doris is due to hit at 10 p.m. ish tonight in Britain and [in Voice hearing] there is a strange sense of uncertainty amongst the voices I hear. Factor in another correlation with the discovery of eight extra solar planets and the question of life outside of earth being brought into the limelight again and there seems to be some need to [amongst the voices] find a scapegoat for a situation that has not arisen or is yet to arise. Last night , one of my voices 'Squoozan' / 'Sal' as the lads have told me was in this state of panic - there was a lovely sense of calm in the night which i was enjoying and 'squoozan' could not wrap her head around it so she chattered incessantly , riding every thought i had trying to make some sense of the situation , urged on by Renthrid 'way to go squoo' .

Renthrid , in my latter formulation, some months ago, is a sparrowcock 'Spar - oh - co ' who refuses to dissolve at the end of his time and lies within a veld formulated for him. Trunths away.

Squoosan belongs , in my latter formulation, belongs to a squirella clan but is also terrified as being classified as a sparrowcock and exiled or exiled to that veld.

This is the only way I can get a handle on things at the present. The wager was resolved and a judgement made in my favour. The Spar A Co knows this but would do anything to have a glimmer of his former authoritarian stance .

As for the 'alien' planets - from what i can gather , an advanced type of wolf with some basic radio and telescopic abilities - 39 light years - not in our lifetime i would have thought. Maybe later.  (approximately 719,911 years to travel there conventionally)