| Good evening, greetings, as we say goodbye to late summer, the shadows of early autumn begin to drape around us like a fog horn in the distance ~* Before I begin, please permit me to share with you that a Murder of Crows has been stalking me in my dreams, or should I say nightmares, for about a fortnight .......... in these neurotic and haunting dreams, gulls peep at me from around every corner of my bed and in about half of these night~terrors I find myself in daylight standing before a great red brick wall of approximately three stories height........atop this high brick wall are two pigeons, gray~blue are their bodies and the iridescent viridian of their neck feathers reflects the bright sunbeams like a prism.......be they a mating pair or both male or both female I know not, but they look down upon me when I am not looking up at them.........then, when I lean my head far back, squinting my eyes in the golden light of day and do look up at them, they slowly and slyly retreat, back~stepping (while keeping their eyes on me) out of my line of sight beyond the rim of the wall........ as I stand on the white, sandy shores of St. Andrew's Bay staring out through the Pass at the distant Gulf waves through the shimmer of the mirage heat waves rising, the pigeons creep back to the edge of the high brick edifice and peer down at me again.......I can feel their fowl gaze upon the back of my neck, and when I again look up, the macabre scene repeats itself as if on perpetual playback, over and over until I shout and awaken in cold sweat.........I flip my mattress over, put on clean bedsheets and try for sleep again as the wee hours of the night drag on like a mile long train of boxcars whose locomotive wheels keep slipping on the smooth steel tracks........... now then, to tell you of current events outside the barren and desolate landscape of my subconscious mind .......... When you enter the St. Andrew's Bay Harbor from the Gulf of Mexico through the Panama City Pass (the harbor entrance channel) you can follow the channel marker buoys past the Port to one of the numerous alligator bayous of Bay County.......this particular bayou was dredged deep many years back and if you enter this dug out canal, especially with a camera in your hands, a marine patrol shall rapidly descend upon you from out of nowhere and politely order you from the canal for quote "your own safety" as many government and commercial vessels regularly navigate the canal ..... this canal is home to the Naval Coastal Systems Labs at Panama City, a prominent feature in local lore........ the Navy Base has leased a sector of it's coastal labs to a mysterious, secretive industrial company which has no symbol on the Stock Exchange.......there is no indication as to the company's name or the nature of its commercial activities from the waterfront, i.e., from the canal which leads from St. Andrew's Bay up into the back entrance of the company's main warehouse and Lab facility ~* several short, stout docks jut out from the concrete seawall which abuts the enormous garage doors of the volumous Warehouse; from the directly adjacent Laboratory doors, swiftly walking individuals in white cloaks carrying blue labeled square plastic boxes with holes in the sides similar to those used for transporting pets or Lab animals for testing can be seen passing to and from the unmarked, neutral colored, steel hulled vessels moored to the docks..........clipboards, safety goggles and clean white hardhats round out the attire of these busied persons who never seem to speak to one another....... at the main entrance, which lies all the way on the other side of the Base, a bland, inhospitable sign in contrasting gray tones simply reads "BLUDCorp./ a Division of G. T. Hefton Industries" ~* rumor has it that the BLUD in BLUDCorp stands for "Bio~Lab Ultra Directive", but the truth is, no one outside the mysterious industrial facility knows for certain............ there was an initial press release shortly after the company's advent among our quaint seaside community which stated something to the effect that the primary research of BLUDCorp is to develop proteins for the Space Agency; apparently, the reclusive Laboratories and white cloaked scientists and technicians of BLUDCorp work to process extracts from the bone marrow of certain fishes found only in the Gulf of Mexico into synthesized proteins which, when injected into the brainstem of astronauts, can preserve their physiology for indefinite periods of time in the zero gravity environment of Space ~* the plot thickens, it's only about 13 miles across town from BLUDCorp's Labs at the Navy Base on St. Andrew's Bay to the city water treatment facility located among the planted pines out on Hwy 231, so one can easily see when one of those big Aerospatial HH~65 Dolphin or Bell UH~1 Iroquois or BlackHawk Helicopters flies over head from BLUDCorp to the water~treatment plant which draws from the DeerPoint Lake Reservoir ~* when these hefty choppers make their transits at night, a strange, dull purplish light, ground based, reflecting in the low hanging clouds or sea~mist, is seen to beam on into full glow as the helicopter makes its approach .........when the strange, purple glow lights up the area all around the water~plant, a low humming noise can be heard apart from the sound of the helicopter.......the chopper, with its underbelly glowing like a plump plum in the weird light, navigation lights flickering and oscillating, then lands at the water treatment facility, disappearing below the tops of the Lobb~Lolly Pines .........the chopper's turbine engine+s can still be heard and the blades continue to thump the night air for maybe 5 or 10 minutes, then, the chopper rises, hovers momentarily as it turns, and flies back to BLUDCorp........after the helicopter is gone, the purple light and the low humming noise continue for anywhere from 15 minutes to half an hour, then, the light dims out and the humming stops and all is dark quiet night again...........an old swamp~rat dressed in dirty, worn overalls and no shirt told us about the water~treatment facility draining its leach beds or sludge pits into the headwaters of the bayou...........the Mill Bayou headwaters flow downstream (actually south to north) and eventually widen out into quite a large bayou, a portion of which feeds Scurvy Bog..........we use code names for everyone on our investigative team and an investigation into another maritime quagmire under a dark cloud of reports of strange goings~on, Old Sea~Hag Bog, led by Powder and Dudeotep was well underway.......we were into Old Sea~Hag Bog because of drastic anomalies in the miasma and tourists reporting seeing "pretty" lights in the sky while walking the beach at night and shrimpboats dragging up unknown objects in their nets......most of the unidentifiable objects were about the size of a human head, of a clear jellyfish like texture with long, heavy strands of seaweed apparently growing out of them........the strange objects were usually thrown overboard yet seemed to melt away to nothing if left on deck.......... when we began our probe into Old Sea~Hag Bog, the odd reports faded with nothing out of the ordinary observed in the area.......we were determined, however, to stick it out knowing that sooner or later we would uncover something, but then Scurvy Bog was being complained about by some locals living in that immediate vicinity, so our focus shifted from St. Andrew's Bay around to North Bay, into which Mill Bayou courses .......... Scurvy Bog can be reached by following Ming Branch from Mill Bayou........... up in Ming Branch by the edge of Scurvy Bog lies an old Indian Burial Ground.......a report had been broadcast in the local news about someone tampering with one of the graves in the heavily wooded Creek Indian cemetery, but I saw the photos in the NewsPaper next day and that grave didn't look tampered with, it looked as though something had crawled up out of it !! ~* that's why our investigative team has been making observations and taking measurements of salinity, brackishness, softness of the mud, presence or lack of mosquitos and sand~gnats, any odors not normally associated with the scents and smells of the Bog and even staking out the old Bog for signs of activity at night, such as lights around the rim of the marsh where the soil is sturdy enough for a human to walk without too much difficulty........we are even on the look~out for faint auras or radiations given off by the miasma itself, perhaps fuming right up from the heart of Scurvy Bog !! ~* so far, our results have been inconclusive except for one critical piece of evidence which is irrefutable and gives great weight and justification to our suspicions and that is, there definitely was an event involving a mechanized, recurring sound around 2:00 a.m. on the night of the 29th !! ~* the sound seemed to be emanating from the southwest corner of the Bog and got louder as we approached that part of the old Bog...........we thought it must have been someone sneaking around with a metal detector because of the whirs and beeps, but when we were almost on top of the racket, it immediately silenced followed abruptly by a series of clicks then a swooshing sound with a sudden raising of the night breeze........this struck us as particularly odd since the night had been most oppressive with heat and humidity.......a very close night indeed, dead still and quiet.........Ralph has recorded in his notes that there weren't even any crickets, frogs or nightbirds chirping ~* this whirring, cluttering calamity disappeared without light or any sound of retreating feet or vehicles.........there was, however, the slight foul, pungent, reeking odor of something synthetic burning........ a sandbar that had appeared overnight in the bayou channel had strange footprints on it.........tracks like no animal, no human, no creature on earth makes and when an activist group formed demanding answers from the City Commission, a task force was hurriedly put together to look into the occurrence of concern, but only a week later during an interview with the TV evening news, the task force claimed the entire event was a hoax...........the rapidly assembled task force of Wildlife officers, surveyors from the City Public Works Department and a Walk~in Clinic Physician concluded that a person or persons unknown had used a backhoe or end loader to dump sand into the bayou channel, after which said perps faked the footprints or mystery creature tracks with some home~made wood carvings or plaster casts.........this last conclusion was based on a brief check with local dollar & toy stores to confirm that nothing in their inventories matched the tracks found in the bizarre channel sandbar..........a few of the activists demanded further investigation insisting that the investigation itself had been a farce intended to cover up the truth...... they had sound reason for their adamancy.........for one thing, no type of heavy equipment, backhoe, loader or otherwise could possibly get close enough to the edge of the bayou to dump in an artificial sandbar without getting stuck in the mushy, marshy soil, and besides this obvious fact, there would be evidence of such activity, disturbed underbrush, tire tracks, etc.; nothing was found on either shore of the bayou in the location of the sudden and unexplained sandbar to substantiate the task force's claims of a hoax........ the activists had a water tight case, but soon these remaining whistle~blowers ceased their public outcries..........my guess is they were silenced either through bribes, threats or other forms of coercion.......... ~~~~~~~~~~~ I shall share further of our investigations with you as we continue to collect new information, zoopskoop ~* I shall now answer your questions pertaining to the previous correspondence ~* my insight, my revelation with regard to the invading, conquering, exo~galactic Space Aliens came as a result of a life changing event which took place when I was very little, probably only 5 or 6 years of age............one night at my grandmother's old wooden house, which was framed and leaning like a patch~work shack, I caught a glimpse through the veil and saw clearly into another dimension !! ~* grannie's old house was on the edge of a dark and spooky swamp, on the other side of which sat a radio station, WDLP.......I used to sit up late on Saturday nights listening to the music of the 70's and as time went on, I wondered if that tall radio tower with the slow blinking red lights was emitting some type of invisible signal that opened the pathways between this world and another.......whatever the cause may have been, I did see what I saw !! ~* yes, it is true zoopskoop, in the only bathroom in grannie's make~shift house, I crawled through a narrow opening where the imitation bathroom tile was rotting out beside the faucets in the tub and ended up on the outside of grannie's house looking back at a blank wall with only one small window covered with a lace curtain and a huge wooden door which had no door knob on the outside; only a hole to stick your finger in to try to pull the door open if it wasn't jammed or locked from the inside........ I'm going to write a song about grannie's old house one of these days and call it either Narmoth's Confectioner or Tin Roof and a Bucket of Rust........ eventually grannie moved from her old wooden frame house off of School Avenue over to Balboa Drive to live with us, partly because the School Avenue area was a bad, unsafe neighborhood in those days and partly because she just didn't want to live alone after the rest of us got a new house and moved out, I guess...... they who bought grannie's old house burned it down to the ground and cleared the property to build a metal worker's welder's workshop..... I hated to see that old rickety house go.....it was a work of art, really, and deserved better than to be burned like a heretic in an auto de fe........... like a witch burned at the stake .... the new owner's of grannie's property cursed themselves by burning grannie's old wooden house because the father died very soon after, then some years later in a dispute which the remaining family had with each other, the mother sued the son for her share in the property and the son went to jail and the mother filed bankruptcy and the metal worker's welder's shop building fell in to disrepair and ruin and decay............ well, to continue with what happened to me which opened my mind to the truth about the reality in which we live....... I was outside grannie's old house, on the far, long side by the clothesline where the dark spooky swamp came closest to the house and it was then that I saw as real as moonlight through a misty portal that opened up a pure, crystal path into another realm which coexists side by side right here with our own.........there are multiple layers of reality in the Cosmos and what we experience as day to day "normal" reality is only a small swathe of the greater truth of what is actually unfolding all around us !! ~* time, for example.......does time really exist or is it merely an illusion ?? ~* when I saw through into a broader, deeper realization of reality, my eyes beheld a pristine, pure white background upon which was cast a smooth green dragon !! ~* green as a pond in a limestone quarry..........green like emeralds infused with star~dust !! ~**~V8~* mesmerizing, entrancing, hypnotic, this marvelous green dragon with his long sharp fang ivory tusks was perfectly still for a moment, then he began to move..... he began to writhe and slither and gyrate in a cyclic dance of flowing motion which seemed to charm my face muscles and thread the back of my eyeballs through my pupils...........I say he, because he told me he was a he.........and this handsome male green dragon, which you couldn't help but trust implicitly, giving your attention to him as though he were your mage and master, was long and snake~like with a multi~forked, multi~pointed bright red tail, sharp bright red claws, a bright red belly and ruby red lips which glistened in a sheen of chandelier light from an alabaster palace ornately adorned in quartz and crystal and marble of the finest vein .......... these, the green dragon told me, are the wellsprings which give birth to the likes of Avalon, Stone Henge and the Cloud Cities of the ice moons of Saturn........ Waxor was this beguiling green dragon's name(they don't really have names where Waxor lives but he made up a name to cater to the human habitation patterns in order to help me better understand him) and he said that he comes from a hole in the Universe called Jorgen's Tar~Tar.........the spelling doesn't matter because they don't have writing where this green dragon comes from, I just spell the names phonetically according to the way the long, snaky green dragon pronounced the words.......he said that Jorgen's Tar~Tar does actually have that name because other name~based beings such as Gleeterseds travel there from time to time...........they gave it that name, Waxor said...........at this point I would like to interject a note of reference; I know for a fact that I am not the only person during my lifetime to see through the veil and talk to Waxor because one night, many years ago, when I was in jail for dui in a little hole~in~the wall town in the cold hills of north Alabama, I saw that someone had painted a perfect Portrait of Waxor upon the ceiling of the jail cell I was in and zoopskoop, you can probably imagine the freakish sense of awe that hit me at that moment !! ~* yes, I had chill bumps all over and I could think of nothing else for nigh on a month !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and I've thought of it often since !! ~* so, during my experience, my counsel with Waxor when I was very young, he told me that earth was being invaded and slowly conquered by hostile exo~galactic Space Aliens from one of the smaller of the 33 galaxies of our local galactic cluster..........the Milky Way, Andromeda and Triangulum are the largest 3 galaxies in our Cosmic neighborhood with about 30 other (relatively speaking of course) smaller galaxies swirling about in our immediate Universal vicinity...........Waxor told me that the name of this galaxy ( the galaxy from which the evil Space Aliens emerged) is not to be spoken nor is the name of these invading, evil Space Aliens to be spoken because the speaking of their name and/or the name of their home galaxy gives them increased strength by invoking the power of these, their names...... Waxor said that one of the first strategies these violent Space Aliens set in motion in their attack against the people of earth is to invent organized religion and introduce it onto earth as a method of convincing the people of earth over successive generations that magic is not real..........these imperialistic Space Aliens are using organized religion and scientific technologies in an attempt to brainwash the people of earth into believing that there is no such thing as magic, or that magic, if it does exist, is pure evil..........that's the reason the imagery of the "devil" was invented by these militant Space Aliens.........the devil is designed to be emblematic of human power or human self control; god, or God with a capital "g", is the banal and impotent iconographic symbol that the sneaky Space Aliens use in their nefarious plot to strip the people of earth of all their self reliance and all the natural magical powers with which many humans are imbued from birth..........Waxor then told me to start asking questions of everyone and everything...... by this inquisitive method I would, Waxor said, discover that he was telling me the truth, and in pursuit of my inquiries I would learn all; all the truth..........Waxor said that they way to learn everything there is to know and thereby become all powerful, commanding magic like a true Sorcerer is simply to ask questions..........and keep on asking questions in spite of the fact that they, these evil, maniacal Space Aliens, would certainly attempt to stop me with severe consequences such as painful "accidents"(voodoo dolls being used to inflict pain upon me), beatings at the hands of subversive agents in their employ, and threats of death........Waxor said for me to keep on asking questions no matter what, even if I was tortured by the Establishment and abandoned by friends and loved ones...........so, zoopskoop, this is how I came to these conclusions, this is how I know what I know.......... what do you know, zoopskoop, in the tradition of Waxor the Great Green Red Bellied Snaky Pointy Forked Tail Dragon I ask you, what, zoopskoop, can you tell me that can help us defeat, once and for all, these evil, invading, conquering, hostile war~monger imperialistic genocidal exo~galactic Space Aliens ?? ~* |
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