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Back to my most productive writing location. I do not know why, but I write my best stuff here at the Nijmegen train station. It must be the thought that here is a jumping off spot. A place to begin and journey anywhere in the world. Another Oxford letter down on paper. Now on to editing.

Letters from Oxford – Letter 3

Dear Victoria,

I have escaped to a quiet corner of the Bodleian library to write my next correspondence to you. This late in the evening the library is near deserted and I welcome the absence of enquiring voices and curious onlookers.

There is but one remaining comfortable seat left in this section of the college, and I have made this wingback chair my refuge whenever the outer world threatens to overtake my sanity. The return to lecturing has brought back the reason I quit teaching years ago. Even now, hours later, my brain still pulses from the bombardment of questions from my audience. Both the profound and ridiculous are equally trying, negating my ability to concentrate on anything other than maintaining my frustration. I have come to my oasis by the fire, curled up on the tapestried cushions, to sort out my options. It helps to write it out to you, picking through the events that have lead me to this point. I yearn for the analytical person who fled when my arm disappeared. She would be more than capable to control these events. I realize the need for my activities here, keeping my tenure open at the college as my body regenerates and retaining access to the lab facilities for my continued research. I only struggle to relate to my audience a subject I no longer believe. In the past five years, my studies have taken my knowledge so far away from what I need to relate in my weekly presentations that it seems a farce to me.

I want to share what we have discovered during these last years of research. I know this if forbidden, but I feel foolish passing on information to these eager minds that in recent discoveries, negates their existence. We both are aware how groundbreaking my studies have been for the Louvre. It is difficult to relate the lie when the truth hides itself within the confidentiality of our project. What will these people think when the true nature of my findings are announced years from now. Will they look back at my lectures with disdain, knowing I was well aware of the deception? Saying I was hiding the truth behind a veil of secrecy and subterfuge. This is necessary, I know.

To announce the discoveries we have made about the nature of the Anomaly in the Alpha Centauri system now would be premature. I just find it difficult to base an entire lecture on the chaotic structure of the array, informing an entire auditorium of academics that there is no parallel between the neural structure of the brain and the signal pattern detected from the system. We both know how untrue that is. Attempting to debate this question with the crowd has drained my system. It is hard to take the wrong side of the argument, knowing you are promoting misinformation. I am only relieved I have only two lectures a week. I do not think I could survive more than that.

The reconstruction engineer I have been assigned to here at Oxford has been very encouraging about the progress of my regeneration. He said if all goes at this pace I will be able to return to my normal activities within six months. That is several months ahead of my original timeline projected by the surgeon. So very encouraging. It is too soon at this point to arrange a return to London, but the anticipation of an early commencement of my own research for the Louvre will allow me to survive my time among the academia. I love Oxford, but the subterfuge is against my nature. I only hope I can hold on to our closely kept secret long enough to return to the London Headquarter of the foundation.

Tell me about Mars in your next letter. I would love to see it through your eyes as you make the red planets acquaintance.

Love, Annalis

Inspirational Trip to Cuijk

Made a visit to the underground museum located in the church of Cuijk, Netherlands. Many Roman artifacts on display that were found in the area. The jewelry was very intricate and most still intact. Very enjoyable.

Letters from Annalis – Letter 2

Letters from Oxford – Letter 2

Dear Victoria,

I have returned to Oxford for the remainder of my regeneration since the neural communication progress to my new limb can be monitored here. The exterior layer of the arm is now fully formed, but the internal structure is still in process. The temptation to use my new acquisition is unbearable, but the surgeon has warned me of the repercussions of doing so. I will have to refrain from this urge and keep the static brace in place. There was a failure by the prep team to mention any hint concerning the maddening vibrations produced during this stage of the process. I have been vocal about the absence of this point in their instructions.

The doctor has reluctantly allowed me to resume my work at the college on a limited basis. I am only given permission to conduct two lectures a week, but this will at least curbs some of my tedium. During the first of these lectures I met a fascinating young woman. The moment I met her I felt an instant connection without at first realizing why. I frequently glanced in her direction during my presentation, trying to place what I found so endearing. After the lecture she came up to the podium to ask a short clarification on my neural scan results from my previous research project. It occurred to me at that moment that although she looked vaguely like you, her expressions and mannerisms were so similar I am afraid I lost track of what she was asking. This was so out of character for me, since I am usually completely focused on my subject when I lecture, that I stood in front of the enquiring group unable to collect my thoughts. I do not know whether it is my physical state or your absence, but I will give myself a bit off leeway for this pause in cognition. I eventually pulled myself away from my musing to answer her question, finally seeing the actual young woman in front of me and not your spectral shadow.

I returned my mind to the present situation and pushed aside the emotional response the encounter evoked in me. It was ideal to elaborate on my past work, since it pulled my thoughts away from you and the work we are currently involved in. There have been so many questions over the past few weeks since your departure pertaining to your status. I had to be vague on these occasions because of the strictures laid out in the Louvre contract. I could see our backstory of you “expanding your artistic horizons” was not satisfying the curiosity of the masses. I have given the rehearsed statement, as agreed, on several occasions, but always with the same dissatisfied response from the recipient. I only hope I will be able to keep up this facade until my own departure next year. The logic within me fights against the deception at every turn.

I hope you are able to study at least part of the data I have sent with you before your long sleep begins. My conversations with the Flynn foundation here on Earth, has been very non-committal. It seems more like speaking to a corporate giant than a scientific community. I gave up after several weeks of runaround. Having been transferred and redirected to just about every division within their headquarters. We will just have to hope you have more success on New London. I will continue to monitor their PR site, but I see less and less benefit to this line of inquiry. Instead I will concentrate on the neural scan process documentation you will need once you arrive in the Alpha Centauri system. I have some new ideas for you to attempt once you are in the vicinity of the Anomaly and I want to update the instruction I have already provided you. I will complete the new procedure before you leave our solar system so you will have them at the end of your journey.

At times like this I so regret the accident that created this delay in my departure. Although my designs for the experiment were sound and the eventual results phenomenal, I have paid the price. I was fortunate that only my body was damaged and not the equipment. Even the data collected during my traumatic reaction to the event, survived the torrent. Adding to the already incredible data collected up to that point. My arm did not. I still cannot find words to express my gratitude to the native tribe members who discovered me before I bleed to death, lying alone on the floor of the flooded ravine. At my request, the Louvre has arranged a new science center for their village added to the scope of my planned research station. It seemed a small price to pay for my life, but the village elders seemed pleased with the offering. It was a simple thing to convince the Louvre since the area has already proven itself paramount for my neural study. I only hope once I am fully healed, I will be able to return to the village in New Zealand to thank the people myself and finalize my findings with the newly constructed research station.

Write soon,

Annalis

Project 22 – Sunflower Complete

This creation in complete. Time to make the recipient happy.

Project 22- Sunflower

This is a fun colorful project taken from an old pattern book. The piece in more than halfway completed.

Project 22 – Sunflower

The color pallet for my next project. Very old pattern, but nice when complete.

Project 21 – Hummingbird Necklace Complete

Completed necklace. It was very relaxing creating a representation of such a vibrant creature. Thank you Bead and Button for the pattern.

Project 21 – Hummingbird Necklace

The beginnings of a new pattern project. I decided to use Toho beads instead of seed to make the finished piece a bit smaller.

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