(The following Entry was converted from Standard Galactic to English, as such, certain terminologies may have been translated to more familiiar terms for Earthlings. It was addressed to Earthlings.)

Call me Maya, my actual Aenorsian name is quite complicated but does start with that sound. Aenorsians superficially resemble Humans. I was what you would call a Psychic, or a Medium. The concept of ghosts, the supernatural and afterlife are not unique to Earth. Nor is the concept of abusing one's own celebrity status to do outrageous things for the sake of clout.

As "Maya the Psychic", yes I know that sounds pretty lame but understand that even in Standard Galactic my stage name was no less "cheesy", no amount of language nuances would give it any undertones of what you call "cool". It was not, but it was catchy and that's what the masses me knew me as such.

Am I really psychic? Telepathy, Telekinesis, and certain other Extra Sensory Phenomenon do exist. The difference is that with our Technology we've found actual scientific proof of it, still budding but it's there. I can do RL livestreaming with your smartphones hands-free for example. As for Telepathy, yes I could help you cheat if you want to play in "Who Wants To Be a Millionaire?" or in Poker, but I can't read minds, just emotional states and even then I need to stop and concentrate to do so. Even if I was physically fit, I couldn't work as an early warning device for a VIP. The best I could is the ancient art of "use myself as a shield and hope it doesn't go through me" technique, If you can fool a lie detector, you can fool me.

And at some point, I had developed the ability to sense...Auras. People have a distinct aura around them and as my abilities grew I could feel the presences of those who are no longer here.

I've later read in Human Literature of a theory that perhaps spirits are merely an impression made on the fabric of the Ether, a shadow cast on a wall so to speak. That they are not actual sentient, sapient energies but merely an echo. This too was the consensus in the Galactic Community at large. There was a lot of money poured in Psychic research for the ability to somehow look into a hologram of the past would unlock a vast wealth of knowledge.

So how and why did I end up on Earth, that No-Go zone?

I blame the Paleo Psychics. It was all the rage back then in ESP-related communities. That because we now "worship a Machine God, the Old gods have taken back their gifts." in other words, the more primitive worlds possessed potent psychic energies and their inhabitants in theory could muster stronger psychic forces.

Now I know what you're thinking... Earth has had it's share of Psychics and Magicians and what-not, do you still count, or has your civilization progressed past that point? And if not, how come nobody's successfully using these?

To answer the second question bluntly; you're all doing it wrong. To answer the first question; yes you are primitive. That's a fact. Don't take this the wrong way, I'm not trying to insult you all.

Why Earth?

Earth isn't the only Primitive Planet with a No-Go designation. But as an Aenorsian with similar appearance, similar physiology (I breathe oxygen and exhale xenon), Earth is habitable for me. I don't need a special suit and I can drink the water fine, the common cold won't put me in a coma.

***

The plan was for me shoot my documentary on Earth, have it edited in the studio, release it. And when the inevitable (gestapo pigs) try to give me legal trouble, I can make my case saying that I've provided a valuable insight in Psychic Research as well as show day to day documentation of me keeping my nose out of human businesses. This has worked before, I was confident it would work again; that the judge would laugh off their frivoulous little case.

Okay, so Earth. I'm going to skip talking about how I got to a Face Doc so me and my crew could pass off as Earthlings, I'll also skip my impressions on the people and culture. I should save that for another story.

Your internet? Not really special or unique, you know? You have a man in a striped shirt singing and dancing when one was expecting to see the ideal mating scenario. We have a singing and dancing Gulan Shrimp Man grilling what's basically space lobsters when one was expecting to see the ideal mating scenario...or in my case, when I tried looking into the Nebula (our space internet), about people who claimed to have gone to Earth or have insider information about Earth... I should have known. I deserve every Grilling I got and I will admit that.

Not surprisingly the Earth Zeitgeist is just as rife with the interest with the unknown as the rest of us. We visited one such haunted spot.

***

The so-called Paranormal hotspot I visited was definitely loaded with energy. Normally I need to stop and concentrate and then I would become aware of the "Prescences", the echoes of people long past. I will say that compared to anywhere else, I think this is the farthest I was able to go. I can't tell how many years back but I can see the impressions made by people when this was a lord's palace or castle... yes it was once a castle, now it's lonely tourist trap that probably sees a few hundred people in a year.

I've been to such places elsewhere in the Galaxy and the only ones I detect are recent visitors. The ones I detected in Earth's mostly forgotten tourist traps, they feel like what you'd expect at a the world's most populated and busy shopping center a few minutes after closing time. It felt like there were echoes of hundreds of people, and from an era long ago.

But the best part? I didn't need to stop and concentrate.

So a few days later, we checked into a hotel, my staff suggest we fly over to certain places humans believe they haven't been to and see for ourselves what I could sense.

That was an interesting idea, and later that evening we were not only having fun but also showing for posterity that weren't being a nuisance to Human Society and that we weren't trying to give them trinkets they wouldn't have for the next one thousand Earth-years.

And then, because why not, you visit some planet you haven't been to before so you we do a little hiking in the evening, enjoy the scenery and appreciate the alien flora and fauna. We weren't afraid of getting mugged, the Intergalactic Travel Community suggests that if you are ever in a low-contact Planet, the best thing to do to avoid mugging is to drop your disguise and act like a threatened animal, that should spook them.

We walked along a really great-looking national park. It was even romantic. There were so much people around, milling about, some sitting and relaxing in the forest, others were even camping. I even saw a quite a bunch of younglings together. I felt a little envious, when I was little my parents would never allow me to go camping in the woods, I cried and wailed and yet here they are; Terran Younglings conducting themselves so maturely, that I almost felt sorry for them not scampering about and playing.

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Satisfied we made our way out of the park and an old lady accosted us. The Terran woman was regarding us with such disdain that for a moment I had to check if I had somehow undone my disguise, We all discretely fumbled for our translators since we kept them off... I mean, we didn't want to intrude on other people's businesses in park that had probably had tons of impromptu mating calls.

When we got our translators on, the Terran lady was talking about how we should be doing better things and I politely interrupted and said that we apologize if we were breaking any sort of curfew. A thought that got all of us really worried because we didn't see anyone around and the last thing we wanted to happen was to wade in even further legal trouble.

Somewhat mollified the little old lady said "Oh, breaking curfew? Well don't 'break curfew' here young lady, it's disrespectful." and left, trying her best to not laugh.

"Oh and one more thing! Young lady, don't put on shades at night... it's not practical on a dark street like this!" she called out.

After a while, my Visual Recordist (That's "camera man" for you) then remarked. "Wait, she said 'don't put on shades at night'."

I replied "Yeah, because she saw me put on my LLG (Low Light Gear) glasses, why?"

I need to explain something about everyday practical Galaxy Fashion to you Earthlings.

Your cities are too bright by Intergalactic Standards. Most people, go around wearing Low Light Gear, they come in all shapes and sizes. To blend in, we wear LLG's in the shape of fashionable sun glasses. I only put them upon leaving the park because it was too dark see in this stretch of road. It was also quite deserted which was why we had all assumed some sort of curfew in effect and perhaps those people were simply being rebellious.

And it was some minutes later when we returned to the more "well-lit" section of the town that we realized no curfew was in effect and it was bustling with people.

"What about me putting on my LLG?" I asked him again.

"Well you only put in on after we left the park."

"Because it was dark!"

"It was dark in there too!"

I stared at him dumbfounded. The Park was well-lit with lanterns all over. I'm not talking about the little camping lanterns people had but the one's festively strung up in regular intervals. That's why the park struck me with such a romantic ambience.

And apparently I'm the only one that saw it.

After some time back in our hotel I had been pondering the significance of this unnatural event. If the only ones who could see clearly there was just me with those not-so scary ghost lanterns and my crew with their LLG. Then what about those people? Some did carry lanterns with them but, that's the thing.

Many did not. They should be gathered around what light they can or start a fire.

The footage we played back wasn't the same quality of what I saw.

Because of the "lanterns" I saw the forest had LOTS of people.

Despite what some of you readers might be thinking, they weren't Ghosts nor were they Zombies. Of this I am sure.

...what were they doing there?

***

We returned to the Park the next morning, or tried to.

Remember when I wrote earlier that in Earth, I didn't need to stop and concentrate to sense people?

Imagine how confused I felt when we returned to the Park and I had to stop and concentrate for a while. Something I didn't have to do the moment we entered the atmosphere.

This feeling of vast emptiness caused me to turn back. I felt that I had to turn back not because I sensed something "spooky" or anything cheap like that. I felt like proceeding further was simply a grave disrespect. I haven't felt anything like this apart from the time I visited an old Temple in that certain part of the Gulan Homeworld. I remember when a colleague of mine, a certain Arek Ixilos visited the Temple of Silence, he offered to bring me to the sanctum, THAT sanctum where millions... sorry, it's too messed up for me to talk about here.

I think you Earthlings have more than few places of your own that are similar what I'm implying.

And those places I did not to go to.

I can't stop but think about how bright those lanterns were last night.

I'll end this section a quote from my favorite book:

"The Will to Live transcends the physical body's in-built biological functions. There is also a fire in the soul that burns brighter in defiance. Sometimes the brightest presences you sense aren't from those born gifted with an outstanding Spirit. Some were forged in the crucible of a storm." - Qkevol Rao, Psionics and the Soul (6589 SGT)

***

In another part of the world I hired my friend Arek who was currently in Earth at the time to accompany us, his knowledge of the planet would definitely help.

We met with Arek who was posing as a farmhand. The word "posing" I would put very lightly, as he looks nothing like a human. As I mentioned a few paragraphs ago, Arek is a Gulan, he's an Arthropod-like being and looks nothing like the simian-based humans. To Terrans, he looks like a giant lobster. It goes without saying he's one of the most reckless and luckiest men I've known. According to the Terran Zeitgest, everyone has "sightings" of the Grey People or Green Skinned People but not Red Lobster People, you may want to consider that.

I thought he was simply living with a Human who has shadowy connections with the Smugglers or the GP Undercover but no, he lives with an elderly couple who have no such connections and have simply accepted the fact that he is an Alien. And he even babysits their grand-younglings, bestowing him with the title "Uncle".

I suppose I shouldn't have mentioned his involvement but I'm sure you Earthlings can probably name with all ten fingers several people who get thrown in jail all the time and let out before you run out breath after holding it in.

When we arrived on a tropical island that had no human settlements, I once again found the place faintly resonating with distant echoes of the past. Then came the "fun" part...

This message goes to the rest of the Galaxy. Do not imitate humans. Just because you heard of that rumor of that human that tamed an Orion Pack Raptor... that doesn't meant you can do it.

I stupidly tried to do it because... I'm psychic!

It was basking along the beach, it's full length stretched out along the coastline.

I tried to see if I could get to pet the creature, it looked quite intelligent after all, it was civil enough to allow big sea gulls to preen it's iridiscent scales and regarded our ship when it uncloaked itself with regal indifference.

But as I approached it, I could see it was giving signs that maybe it did not like our company. It's taloned paw flicked a rock, off to the side, but I slowly kept advancing, trying to talk to it slowly. It did not show any aggressive displays but I could feel it's aura. It was so malevolent that at first I thought it was simply predatory instincts being reined in but then I decoded this was not worth it, and slowly backed away when it snorted.

When I was a good four meters away the regal animal resumed it's indifferent gaze into the ocean. With a yawn it sleepily belched a jet of fire and reopened it's wings to maximize exposure to solar radiation.

I was expected Arek to yell at me for my stupidity but he instead clapped my back and excitedly said that's the closest an alien ever got to a Dragon.

***

I'm surprised in some of your responses regarding my encounter with a Dragon. I had assumed it was just a well-known megafauna of your world considering their size and number as well as the location of the island, which wasn't anywhere far from your cities.

Arek had theorized that Humans possessed a psionic signature that has made certain fauna decide not to bother with them. These seemed to be applicable however only to the more intelligent and nearly sapient entities however.

We've seen basking dragons atop "skyscaper" towers, and before Arek's revelation we thought nothing more of it. In my own native Aenorsia, we've nicknamed the 10-meter-long Lesser Cloud Drake "mobile sun shades" due to their propensity to cling onto the sides of the building where the suns are shining, and yes, we love to take pictures of the unfortunate guy who's window has the lizard's junk on it. Keep those windows closed, boys and girls!

I'll make another entry when I have time, as I'm writing this down, Arek's passed out from drinking and he's now hugging a pillow I never thought would be manufactured in Earth, I mean, only a Gulan needs a long pillow but somehow he's got one made for him. Customized locally I believe, it even has a design of a Terran female on the casing.

Arek's house guest on the other hand has me intrigued with human customs. She politely keeps to a corner, singing Arek a lullaby of some sort, her vocal range is really quite impressive too, going from low guttural intonations and really high octaves, it's really calming. Sadly, my translator probably got broken earlier today so I can't decipher what she's saying, thankfully she's not addressing me so I'll take advantage of this cultural faux pas and drift off to sleep as well.

Good Night.