Monday, October 29, 2007  4:01 pm 

A dark power awakens pt. I

My researches have taken me to strange places, the city of pillars of Irem and the Himalayan heights where, if you were to follow tracks no human foot could have left you might arrive to a shrine of clay which lays hidden in a dark cave, under a strangely uniform elliptic vault stand arranged in a silent dance statues of terracotta all of them staring above, at a celestial map which depicts with frightful precision the orbits of the planets in our solar system and the stars beyond, and something else… Because there sits, in this map of the heavens, one dark stygian globe which, as far as I know no astronomer has spoken of, but whose presence fits strangely with an underlying current of esoteric lore I have researched for years, the undecipherable symbols that identify this orb are present in a myriad prophecies of primitive tribes across the world, and in the dreams of writers, poets and sculptors, identified under many names, one of which is Hyperborea. Might this legendary land from whence mighty beings came not incarnated into physical bodies have been not a continent up in the mists of the North, but a dark planet hiding in the proximity of our own solar system, like a shapeless shadow crouching close to the sleeping body of mankind, which dreams its petty dreams in the darkness ignorant of the ominous presence looming above it?

Phillip Glass- Candyman in the Kitchen

And now in my sleeping chambers away from such places of theory and wonderment, the suffocating darkness envelopes me once again as I lay awake, seeing beyond the blackness of the room and outward to the decaying, fetid void of the Heavens. The globe is here with me, a dull blackened presence patiently waiting in an eternal silence. But the catatonic and paralysing fear I feel is nothing compared with what I am about to experience. Something has entered my plateau of maddening seclusion, breaking the monotony of the infinitely darkened plains of my mind. I stir and move toward the window of my once solitary confinement. The night is warm and still and the trees in the woods outside my window are unaffected by the winds. Beams from the yellowed Moon brush the tops of the great pines and reflect into the mountains beyond them. There, in the dank air of the woodlands, I envision a great chasm tumbling downward into the earth and carrying its journey onwards into the same space that I see in my waking dreams. Sharp pinnacles of dread fire into me a thousand times over as I realise that an intelligent presence is casting a shadow in this world.

John Carpenter & Alan Howarth – Starker and Marge

Post in the What Lies Beyond Blog 05-12-200X 00.45 AM.

As you know, I met Professor Thaddeus in a reunion of the American Anthropological Society which took place in Toledo, OH. a few years ago. I attended this meeting lugging a suitcase overflowing with papers, articles and reports sent to me from all over the world by readers of this blog, all of them referring in one way or other to a growing force in the sky which somehow seems correlated with strange occurrences in the four corners of the planet. These are but three examples out of the hundred of documents I brought to the conference:

Bigeagle, WO 05-12-200X- Humbert Delav, High School Chemistry Teacher, spills Chloridic acid over his eyes in front of the class, shouting that he cannot stand the presence of that big eye in the sky which beholds him at night, and will not let him sleep. Delav is interned in the Sunnydale Mental Hospital, where he confesses to his psychiatrist Dr. Mortensen that he keeps seeing the eye staring at him inside his head, what is more, a horrible mouth has started taking form under it, and although it has remained closed so far, he is terrified it might start talking. Strong medication is insufficient to attenuate these hallucinations, and Delav commits suicide one night, while a particularly intense storm rages outside the hospital.

Les Cayes, Haiti, 12-8-200X- National Police carried out a night raid against an underground voodoo cult after the discovery of several dozens of corpses unearthed from the Les Cayes cemetery in a beach five miles east of the town. Papa Lengue, head priest of this cult is interrogated several times about the ghastly discovery but denies any involvement, alleging that a confederation of forces different and darker than voodoo are taking form in the sky, and that an eye opens there at night, visible for those that can see, soon for everyone. According to him it is this unblinking eye that made the dead climb from their graves and walk to the beach, where they danced until the morning. This testimony is ratified by Herve Du Garre, the guard of the cemetery and his family, who declare that on the night of the events, ‘not even the cold hand of the grave could keep the dead from attending a date with their new master’.

Paris, 6-07-200X- Dr. Sergei Vrinovich causes a strong controversy in the XXV Neo-theosophical conference with the presentation of a paper called ‘A new eye opens- The 10th Planet and the need for a new Theosophy’, where he argues that existing theosophical lore based on old notions of nature and spirituality need to be reconsidered as the effusions emanating from a 10th ‘undiscovered planet’ of the solar system become stronger. According to Vrinovich, as the new era of the 10th Planet dawns, it might become necessary to accept the need for a new set of morals which embrace the primacy of certain dark forces bound to imbalance the pattern of spiritual energies of the cosmos.

Most of the scholars present at the conference declined to have a look at the reams of evidence I was carrying with me. Prof. Thaddeus was an exception, during the farewell drinks he took me to a corner of the Hotel’s lounge and told me about certain findings of his researches on comparative anthropology and esoterism regarding the existence of a hidden planet in our solar system, where strong forces able to affect humanity dwell. Ever since then he and I have kept a constant correspondence regarding new discoveries and reported on this topic, which I have dutifully told you about in past posts.

However, our communications were suddenly interrupted a couple of weeks ago. I have tried to reach the Professor via e-mail and telephone to no avail. Since the Rhode Island State police have declined to heed my requests to pay his house in the northern forests of the state a visit to make sure he is fine (I think my reputation as a bit of a nuisance for the forces of Law and Order precedes me!), I have decided to head up there myself.

So yes, I am packed and ready to go, don’t expect updates for the next few days…

Take care everyone and remember to keep your eyes wide open and looking at the sky!

(Posted by Mulder was a Patsy 00.45 AM 05-12-200X 12 comments)

Eduard Artemiev- Station

On the tunes:

Will has insisted on the utter frightfulness of Philip Glass’ soundtrack to Candyman, and he was right. Literally Wicked.

Child-killing death masks and hypno-ritualistic totem-stones replace Michael Myers for the 3rd installment, “Season Of The Witch”, of John Carpenter’s Halloween series. Its one of the doomiest films ever made, ending in the nastiest possible way with the score expertly lending to the dull terror.

If Andrei Tarkovsky slid inside our dreams to steal beautiful images then Eduard Artemiev must have slid inside Tarkovski’s to make the soundtracks for Solaris and Stalker, what a breathtaking soiree with the cosmic ghosts this is.

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