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 ...