Oh B.R.O.T.H.E.R.

 The Agents from B.R.O.T.H.E.R. 



B.R.O.T.H.E.R. (Bureau for Research on Occult Threats Harming or Endangering Reality) is a secret international institution with offices all over the world. Their purview is to investigate and understand all that is unearthly, esoteric and dismissed by the mainstream of science. Should a phenomenon prove dangerous, it is to be neutralized.

Even its agents are unclear on who exactly it is they work for. Three main theories exist


  1. B.R.O.T.H.E.R. is an agency under the aegis of the United Nations. Due to the extremely sensitive nature of its purview, it is kept secret even from the member nations. 

  2. B.R.O.T.H.E.R. is the modern incarnation of the Brotherhood of Thoth-Hermes, a Hermetic society dedicated to breaking down any opposition between science and esoteric philosophy. According to this narrative, everybody and their mother was secretly an initiate (Benjamin Franklin, Sir Isaac Newton, Hildegard of Bingen, Abramelin the Mage etc. etc.)

  3. B.R.O.T.H.E.R. was created by Howard Hughes in 1967, as an in-house counterintelligence agency, because he had caught The Man From U.N.C.L.E. on TV. The agency investigated everything from tantric flyers to Richard Milhouse Nixon. This is likely to be a practical joke played on rookie agents. 

  4. Okay, there is a fourth one, but it hasn’t got many adherents. B.R.O.T.H.E.R. is a creation by Zeta Reticulans. The extraterrestrial visitors use B.R.O.T.H.E.R. to gauge humanity’s willingness to accept the existence of a ‘greater ontology’. The Zeta Reticulans are benevolent, but see us as stuck in a spiritual and societal infancy.

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