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The Cartographer Dreams
Tuesday, September 21st, 2010
The cartographer dreams.
Asleep at his drafting table. Wet ink on the maps he is drawing for the Dutch East India Company.
Indigo lines blur in his unconscious mind, dissolving into the black night sky.
He traces lines across the heavens. Glowing white paths arcing from star to star.
“These routes are not for merchant schooners,” a voice tells him.
“But what kind of fleet could traverse the heavens,” he asks.
His dream shifts and he is standing in a vast desert. Strange, towering, rock formations surround him.
Dingos howl. A camel snorts and looks skyward. A pair of wallabies hop away.
The giant hull fills the sky. The vessel is so massive all the cartographer can see is its silver underside, eclipsing the moon and sky.
He wonders how can it be that it is airborne, then he awakes.
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The cartographer daydreams of the routes between the stars and the great silver ship, but his contracts and deadlines with the Dutch East India Company await.
He draws the Indian Ocean. And the Horn of Africa. Coastlines and ports and dotted lines ocean faring ships must travel with their cargos of spice and precious things.
He works until late in the night and falls asleep at his drafting table again.
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In his dream the great sky vessel is hovering above the desert sky. The ship is a giant sphere above the primordial landscape. An artificial thing, bathing the stone and sand and parched earth in white light.
“Draw the maps,” the voice tells the cartographer. “Come here, bury them in a chest of lead in the mountains called Kata Tjuta.”
“Why?” the cartographer demands.
The light flares. In the white brilliance he sees a story of moving pictures played out in the sky before him. The great sky vessel is coming. They are fleeing persecution like the colonists fleeing Britain. Their enemies are far stronger. So they must flee very far away. They are from so far it will take them hundreds of years to arrive. If they are caught they must have no trace of their plans of their final destination with them.
“This is why we need you,” the voice says.
The cartographer awakens.
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The cartographer returns to inking the trade routes. He draws for several minutes, wondering where he can procure a chest of lead. Then he stops and unrolls a blank piece of parchment. In his mind’s eye he sees the stars and begins to draw.
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The Black Bees
Monday, August 23rd, 2010
FROM THE BOOK OF MONSTERS
THE BLACK BEES
Page 274
Excerpt from the journals of demon hunter and exorcist Reginald Mallion
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Paranormalist Edwin Sullinger earned his fortune in the 1930’s and early 1940’s working as a medium for wealthy socialites in Connecticut. His wife Mary Elizabeth was a horticulturist and artist. She kept several beehives in her greenhouses. The Sullinger residence was filled with her watercolor studies of rare orchards and smelled sweet from the honey used in her baking.
In the mid 1940’s Mr. Sullinger’s work turned towards the removal of unwanted spirits. In 1949 I visited the Sullinger residence seeking Mr. Sullinger’s aid with a troubling exorcism. Mrs. Sullinger informed me that Edwin was away on a field operation for the Department of Applied Light Sciences. (FN-1) I was given a tour of the greenhouses and that was the first time I saw a black bee. The creature was the size of a regular honeybee but from looking at its black chitin and the faint red haze of sulfuric-brimstone surrounding it, it was clear this was not an insect but a denison from an infernal realm.
I never met with Mr. Sullinger. My client succumbed to the possession. The Sullinger residence and greenhouses perished in a suspicious fire prompting the Sullingers to relocate to an orchard farm in upstate New York. (FN-2)
Mr. Sullinger contacted me, in 1952, asking for my aid. I arrived at the Sullinger farm to find the apple trees in a state of rot. Swarms of black bees like the one I had seen in Connecticut plagued the property. I theorized, at the time, that one of Mrs. Sullinger’s bees had somehow crossed over into the infernal realms. Some door left open from Mr. Sullinger’s frequent banishings, I could not say. I did know that bees are known for their astute direction systems which they communicate to the hive in complex “dances”. Perhaps these black bees followed the lost honeybee back.
The situation was beyond me and I entreated Mr. Sullinger to contact the Department of Applied Light and Sciences. My experience with the Department is not one I’d like to repeat and is chronicled elsewhere. The Sullinger farm was cleansed but I am not legally allowed to speak of how or of what I saw.
It is believed that a few black bees and other entities present from Mr. Sullinger’s “open doors” fled the fires and are responsible for several other entries in this book.
After the incident, Mary Elizabeth moved to Paris to raise bees and went by her maiden name, Giancarlo. Mr. Sullinger disappeared and his whereabouts were unknown, however several government documents confirm field operations involving one operative Sullinger until the mid 1960’s.
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Footnote One ( The D.A.L.S was a short-lived government bureau that received funding from Congress to explore practical applications of lasers and solar power. In fact it handled the U.S. government’s paranormal research and demon hunting until it was absorbed into other programs.)
Footnote Two ( Although I was questioned in connection with the fire, which was ruled suspicious, no charges were ever filed against me.)