From The Hyperborean
Mythos
Padlock to Hell’s
Door
(‘The Seeds of Time’)
All that he learned,
Pachacuti E, and saw and did was never told, or written down, but he did leave
a journal of sorts for me, moreover, a brief written account, more like a letter,
in his Peruvian native tongue –Quechua—
… and now I understand why E did not write down everything. He viewed
unfailingly, repulsion he had no words for; on the other hand, it became of a
morbid interest in the ‘seeds of time.’ To my understanding much he reframed from witnessing, doing, consuming.
And many of the times he wished he had a Rosary, although not Catholic, and I’m
unsure even if he was a Christian or of any certain faith, he just mentioned it
in passing, but as he also told me, ‘What is done is done,’ it sounds like a
quote from Macbeth, and he wrote me, Dr. D.L. Siluk, ‘I fear, Ayre, by this, this
day’s end you shall see me no more, nor shall I set sight, again of the sun? Long
ago, I had found the padlock to hell’s door? To its eldritch passages. This is
my newest state. When I am in this world, I am a rat without a tail! Habit and
curiosity kills the cat but most of us end up doing and doing and as if owing,
giving to the wind one’s senses, intuitions. The devils have given me a new name,
Yima.’
My dear friend, E, a fascinator of the ultimate abyss,
with persistent curiosity, entered the netherworld
some seventeen-years ago, including the deeper part of Hell’s abode called Tartarus,
into Hell’s cyclopean eldritch cyclopean ruins, and passages, and chambers, into
its macabre parlors. He witnessed the
phenomena of the devils, imps, unfamiliar spirits, undescriptive beings, their
breathless and nameless subsidiary beasts, and monstrous fiends: their human
metamorphoses forming’s from: devil to man, to creature, and back again (powerless to form
any satisfactory picture of the visual features of his near daily life visits
of these metamorphoses, he gave no more of a description): dematerializing
and rematerializations, as they go forth and returned, to the outer-world, as
they call the surface of earth. His very
capacity I shall explain in time, call it astonishment, but not magic, bluntly
I repeat, there is no magic to this (although he said—in passing--there was black magic
being performed in the ultimate abyss, below Tartarus, in some ice frozen
pocket or chasm of earth), candidly I repeat, there is no magic to this, it is just part of the
supernatural worlds around us. And he is no superhero, yet he has such DNA,
yes, DNA that cause disease, and mutations that to most who should have
developed debilitating diseases, his DNA counters it, and more.
Before
I go on about Mr. E’s last days, that being, the last day I heard from him, —I
shall explain him to you a bit more clearly. He was outside the radius of most
human beings. Although he was no ‘Superman’ he did come from what is called an Exoplanet, semi genetically; such
planets had at one time atmospheres likened to earth, and their host sun
bombarded them with torrent high energy radiation, burning up their atmosphere,
mostly because of their orbit being too close to their star-sun. These
super-Earths, are twice the size of earth, if not ten-time Earth’s size, and/or
massiveness. And in due time because of
the sun’s rays, shrink in size.
To my
understanding from what he said, or I think he said, I’m a slight foggy on
recall, he spoke rapidly and sketchy on his father’s background, but that he
came from the Alpha Centauri System, or the nearest star system some 25-trillion
miles away.
I told
him it would take “…30,000-years to travel that distance in a spaceship to earth!”
And he replied, “How about
30-years, take or give a one or two… his spacecraft was pushed out of our
planet’s orbit by a giant lazar, and once on his way, he traveled
along by light rather than wind, reaching 20% the speed of light”
His
father came from what we call a ‘super Earth’ and that of his mother being
Earth born and a high plains Peruvian, they mated. And it would seem such a
mutation as I talked about took place, in that it allowed E in time to make
those novelty visits, to the utter horrors of Hell’s roots. And he told me, the devils took it as an
invasion, if not intrusion, upon their domain, that is, as time progressed; by
and large, he made more and more visits, longer and longer. Hence, he was the
subject, of much talk, of his transmogrifications, his body adjustments, in
those domains.
On one
occasion he whispered to me in the left ear, at ‘Starbucks’ at the ‘Mall del
Sur,’ in Lima, “So weird they look hand in hand, these hermaphrodites some Archkings of
legions, Queen Litittis of Atlantis, with one, as they kissed in the great
Sacred Grove, that sunk 13,000 B. C., under the Azores. Many walk aimlessly with grief-pierced
hearts, weird phosphorescence, I’ve seen Atlantis’ ‘Gates of Day’ and what is
left of the Archkingdom. I even visited
some of the spirits that walk the sea, the imperial Crown Jewels of Atlantis,
the Forsaken Palace, the Port of Poseidon, the prophet Mohammad, Kubla Khan,
Roland’s hall, it is a land of darkness, beneath the Azores, and Tartarus. Why
the devils do not stop me, interfere with my moseying about, bewilders me! So foul are the days I spend there, they
themselves are so weird and wild in their attire. They far from look like the
inhabitants of earth!”
I told him, “You seem to understand them and this land of
darkness, quite well, so much so it has enchanted you?”
He hesitated,
paused thereafter to say anything for a long moment, it was to him all
fantastical. To me, very dangerous, in that now he greets his visits with grace
and prediction, to the point he appears to be wrapped in them. If only he could have looked into the ‘…seeds of time,’ as Macbeth inferred,
and said, ‘…which grain will grow, and which will speak then to me….’
As time progressed within those seventeen-years the
longer I knew him, the more he became bored, restless, cruel, revolt like upon
his returns. He became more comic for him as he spoke about his visits to me, a
sadism, with a growing desire to escape into the non-physical world, a
half-spectral state. And then it happened!
I
shall not spend a large expenditure of time in telling this sad ending which
was inevitable, and prowess confirms, the thrones of Tartarus, and their
kinsmen, such as Agaliarept, Henchman to Lucifer, and general of five legions,
and Arch Devil Belphegor and the demons known as the order of: Tagaririm, these
demons and Belphegor’s leaders, with the mystical teachings, have long awaited
for my dear friend, and knew the signs, assumed the signs, using the zodiac to: conform or be in
conflict with whom they should devilize, then wait to the last minutes of his
or her dying, they are even measured by one’s worth, and Mr. E was worth the
wait. I would not have wished him to a fair-minded death as his, yet under such
circumstances, what did he expect, more a statement than a question. What did he imagine? Who’s to say! Whatever
the case, his worth was worth more sorrow, for he shall never come closer to more
comfort than what he had had, had he not ventured to those forbidden limits,
and he did not part well, although who’s to say. But let me finish my account,
and his last words.
I
repeat, and then it happened, he died, and all efforts to leave came to
nothing, a halt, his curiosity killed the cat, figuratively speaking, that is
to say, his repeated desires to return to the devil’s abode; that said, somehow he fancied leaving me these last
notes, having delivered them to me by some earthly magnetic substance, and some
of his last words were: “What is done is done” a phrase he came to using often. And about this time he knew he was
guarded by creatures of the netherworld, forces he feared to oppose, I assume
he was quite dead at the time, or nearly, and too fearful and too weak to
return to the outer-world physically. Thus, he found his way in, and as such
enjoyed a privilege, if you can call it that, that few people, if any have, to
see what awaits men of evil. And his very last words I shall now quote, “What’s is done is
done, I am drained of all flesh and self-defense. The devils have drained me
dry as with bone with no marrow.”
Written: 11 & 12 of April, 2016
