A Cold Fire Within

Psychoanalysis of one Ms. Adelaide Hartley     Sunday, 21 May : Father wrapped the poor woman in blankets as everyone climbed back inside the drill machine for the long drive to the surface. Cramped quarters as he tried to calm her fears and insanity. She HAD gone through a lot these last months. A spinster librarian seeking therapy from Dr. Ferdinand Argos in hopes of becoming more appealing. Only to be whisked away in a dreamworld and locked in a tower with the weird alien city around her in flames. Trapped in a body not her own. Then rescued of sort, out of the strange body but confined in…a gem? Had she died and only her soul saved? And now, her thoughts and soul and being restored inside her own body. How? If only her sanity had transformed along with her, “What is happening? What happened?!” Father raised his crucifix as he consoled her, “Adelaide, correct? You are safe now. Join me in prayers to help you relax.” Using hypnosis to focus her tho...

Klaus mentally projecting his thoughts to his flock Monday, 20 May : Oh, how I miss you and your total devotion and patience. Unlike my allies on this journey who constantly get sidetracked despite my guidance. They cannot understand how I’ve seen the future through my brother’s eyes and thus know the path. Father asking permission to enter the catacombs when the entrance is right there. Thus, I’m always the leader. But then, that is my calling. They my followers. Flashlights and lantern guide the way into the collapsed tunnels beneath the temple. And as hoped, we find murals upon the few walls that remain upright. Six panels that maybe retell a prophecy. ·      First a globe filled with 2 amorphous shapes that intertwine, reminding me of the oriental Yin/Yang. I do not know the meaning of the buildings that rise about them in various angles that disguise a true horizon. But Father equates them to this temple that “honors Nug and Yeb who are the bastard children of ...

Father Angelo’s Notes to Archbishop Bonzano Friday, 17 May : Your holiness, evil comes in many forms: man in his brutality and craving for power; an ancient ignorant race that treats everything as lesser and thus thinks nothing of mutilation or slaughter of humans for the sake of ‘artistic’ display. Yet as shocked and horrified that I was, that same ancient form pointed out our own human treatment of lesser animals. How we wear clothes and shoes made of leather, clip cow ears to show property claims, hang stuffed animal heads for hunting-prowess display, or slaughter peaceful creatures such as whales and cows for consumption. Yes, my eyes were opened to question just what is evil. Once we explained to Zeek Groth and his mountain-men our pursuit of the others [Argus, Leo, Brendon, and some 17 others], he led us to the Bluestone tower and the cave entrance hidden behind. He recognized Ashe as one of the underworld “old ones” who sometimes take the guise of ghostly Indians. Zeek expla...

Angela (Barker) and Denny (Valentine) had to stop playing. Work conflicts. Dr. Will Woollon’s Diary Monday, 13 May : I knew this book was more than an interesting spine for display in a bookcase. Years of fruitless study trying to decipher the language (not Latin). Now, in less than 72 hours, I’ve learned the book is a rare copy of the Book of Eibon . A book of spells penned by the last survivors of the fabled Atlantis. Rune symbols within the book matching runes upon the ghostly Indian robe. And again, upon the robe of a spiritual woman named Ashe, who told me the book is written in her K’n Yan language. All my Occult study allowing me to recognize the name of her city,”Yian-ho”, as a fabled city at the center of Earth. I was so excited for her to teach me, till Peter warned how she looks down on me for my non-psychic skills. Me no more than a slave to her kind. At least my Latin came in handy to translate the scroll I found at Leopold’s estate. Instructions to create Crystals...