The Hyperborean Mythos & Worlds Beyond
The Treaded from Earth’s Underworld
(From the Netherworld, to Algiers)
Algliarept, Henchman from Tartarus
(Lord of five Legions)
I have seldom been able
to resist the allurement of a new city, to explore its beaches, it its main
quarter, its rocky structures by the sea; in 1998, last year, about the same
time, July, I went to Tangier, this year its it’s Algiers. I am on vacation
from the Los Andes Space Center high up in the Andes of Peru where I work as a
scientist, I am kind of an astrophysics technician, along with several comrades
that work in the same area.
As I
said, this all took place yesterday. When climbing on some of the rocky
structures by the sea, to browse around for a few minutes having come upon this
mystery, brief as it was, and thereafter had an idle forenoon to ponder on it,
as now I write it out on journal paper for posterity sake. Actually the group I
was with, I stepped away from them for a while. Sometimes the slow and smooth
mediocrity of life gets to me, being a scientist, and I had brought nothing to
read ahead of time, and talking with strangers on the bus, I got so hurriedly
and grotesquely tired of miner chitchat I could almost anticipate anything they
were about to say, it was dismal boredom. But now I am in my hotel room
contemplating what took place yesterday.
The Journal Notes of Dr. Nutt:
“When
I listen hard I can hear the innermost difficulties of my brain, some say this
is your second-self talking to you, a part of your soul telling you this and
that, other say it is psychotic or schizoid reaction the brain is reproducing.
Maybe it is second-sight—is my conclusion:
something scientists avoid talking about, and psychologists hate, although
you have your parapsychologists that will listen. Perhaps it is hell’s demons
whispering. It comes like as if it is little more of your memory talking back to
you, then it stretches out into a labyrinthine murmuring. Then into
incommunicable blurs.
“Earth is like any other planet in many ways, it has its mysteries.
Humanity has always felt the presence of another unseen species among us that
appears to live at a reckless pace. Myself betwixt by it, and by its trembling
beings. Yet I have never found any form confirmation until yesterday, when I
found massive folds in a rock structure along the shores of the Algiers Sea coast.
“And
when I looked directly down into this curvature of rock-structure, its narrow
crevice, more on the order of a zigzagged grotto, I saw eyes. Eyes that
appeared to crawl flat on its stomach, at first I thought it was a snake, but
the eyes came from a shadow of an odd looking head, but it was in the dark,
more an ash like shadow out of ebony darkness. It was many feet down, and had I
been able to figure out its depth, I’m
sure it went deeper into earth’s crust, imaginable. It crawled up horizontally
alongside the wall of the rock, or well—when it got several feet distance from
me it shot out a substance in mid-air, made me motionless, and I fell back a
little to one side, hung onto the tip of a picked rock. I could hear the sea,
nothing else, frozen as if in ice.
“The
creature was made of some sort of highly dull material, then it fully appeared
out of its grotto onto the landscape a few feet from me, its outlines were now
clear. Although I saw him in a blur,
from this for-short end position, walled in by rock, in which I viewed this demon of sorts, a
creature of the deep, underworld, he called himself, Algliarept Agaliarept, Henchman
from Tartarus, Lord of Five Legions. Thus, he had letters behind his name, I
pondered as he proudly personified them above his name. He was the semblance of a man-beast, with a
crimson light to his alien looking eyes. He stood several feet tall, and rested
his arm against a granite wall that formed the place he came out of, my place
of vantage. Likewise he was muscular,
from top to bottom. Naked as a jaybird. I cannot compare him with any other
being on earth, or creature, but he had now wings, a face like a horse, low and
huge were his testicles, as if they were independent of gravity.
It all was quite imponderable to a degree if I told
a psychologist, he’d ask what I was on, and have me visit a Chemical Dependency
Counselor. This is a mystery of earth, like the mystery of asteroids, and comets,
and double yoked stars (or suns), and so forth, and new found planets, and deep
sea monsters, yet if I go ahead and put this into a science journal, it will be
seen as illogical, demonology, dissolved as in molten iron, made up to be “The
Creature from the Black Lagoon.” Yet this creature perhaps from earth’s underworld
mid-point. And what was their surface abundance? He said he had five legions
under him. Under or above, who cares, they are surely active. Carl Sagan would
ask me for a photograph of him, to confirm there are such creatures of the
underworld. Yet if one of our astronauts saw him on the moon, he’d say, “We’ve
discovered alien life!” In any case, Sagan’s head would be adverted from my
view.
This creatures
creature had cold and lucent eyes, and lightheartedly composure undoubtedly
one of the lords of the underworld. He had impeccable symmetry, ugly as a mud
turtle, with a strange profile, and his cranium rose lofty, with horns and dog-straight
ears…
“Then he stooped
lower and lower into his grotto, floated nearly horizontally back down to his
underworld domain. As my body loosened up. I was breathless and awed wondering
what inconceivable thing this was, I feel like a silent over- world explorer to
be disentombed.”
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