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black wind, fire and steel. Merry Christmas and Happy

New Year with family, after a week soserrima I'm bored, I get bored a lot, I get bored a fucking egg and I get depressed, and also the last season of Dexter that I just put on has become what is commonly known as a shit, for what he thought about putting a soft melancholy and sad video. But what the hell, let's put in place a video that sums up perfectly the essence of metal, an attitude towards life: Black Wind, Fire and Steel!

Happy New Year and METAAAAAL!

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Chronicles from the banks of Styx (pt. IX)





hello, my Executor in the world of the living:

nearly three months without contact with you Antoine, but communications are virtually R'lyeh I have gone null and reliving my personal hell, in this city that is as close to purgatory.

since our last contact is much that has happened, for you may seem only months for me have been years or maybe centuries. dimension in this space - time expands and contracts, would seem to magically.

ocean with islands fantastic and magical lost cities, the old ship that docks at the port finally nameless. the beacon of hopelessness. views of others. dreams to see. not knowing whether or not you're dead.

what I can tell from the winding streets and brothels of R'lyeh, just get used to how it was necessary suitable clothing to go unnoticed, bearing in mind that are rather few, if not none-the men who inhabit this doomed city.

've seen, because I have really seen extraordinary creatures, from fish men arriving from Insmouth, to the Annunaki, who roam the streets confidently displaying its reptilian form. protoplasmic beings, werewolves, Lamia, and an endless number of extraordinary creatures that would delight any reader of horror novels.

've been following Howard and Randolph quietly with my new dress. I look like an old monk and enigmatic luminous eyes, a secret talisman porto much more ancient pre-Columbian ruins Machu Pichu and speak the pre - Sanskrit fluently. my ears look weird, like zombies deformations of Ur but not as an undead. I do not call too much attention and time to interact with residents or tourists, it is disconcerting to them the strangeness of my appearance and my complete lack of intonation.

So I've been able (when I can gather the courage-and I must confess that I got used to the horrors-) to venture company made a mad and I understand entirely.

act in a trance and I would add that the pace of my biological clock has changed radically. my pulse is almost imperceptible (I told myself I was Obviously, he knew he was dead indeed.) now sleeping hours are minimal (if possible lentrada distinguish reality and fantasy).

my sense of wonder is limited to the extreme. I'm almost imperturbable, even when the feeling of fear is ever increasing, partly because I discovered that plotting these two, which I'll tell you another time.

my gait were not confined to determine the next destination of our (your) trip. once here, gradually discovered certain places, especially sites that can be described as clubs or bars or restaurants and as everything in this strange city, contains, as a doubt - the hint of individuality.

remember very well how in every room he entered, someone appeared linked to my earthly life. was a review, was to roll the film back memories pictures, images invented by my psyche, or whatever I define and limit me as Leo. I can not say you have a physical body to address. in this state everything is ethereal.

an old ex-lover who had been blind to time, suddenly appears as if by magic, comes to my table at which sat, drinking a liquor indescribable, organize my chronic trying to remember in every detail of what I witnessed on this journey and I feel like Stevenson in his journey to the South Seas.

especially traumatic was meeting my last great love, I drank that for the last whiskey and barbiturates. it, the trigger of this hallucination that is my death or my dream came hook made with his partner, sat at a table for two and after ordering, walked to the toilet to powder her nose and then crossed eyes. did not seem to recognize me, but I could not help but smile and I gave them away. returned to his table, picked up his glass a couple of drinks, talked her ear of her lover and then went to me.

"I told him I come to read the future, look to see that you invent!

said without even a greeting. put your drink on the table and sat down, stretched a miserable Gaitan and stared at me. I remained silent.

- almost did not recognize you in that suit those ears so ridiculous and false, what are you doing down here?

and smiled.

- if you want to read your future.

- I do not, I'm dead, like you - he said.

- no surprise, just arrived, I see, even the sweet scent bring warmer waters.

- is all so pretty! I'm fascinated with the landscape, something never seen! I am also like my best years, is not it? ... "And what do you do now?

- I am still a wanderer, no more.

- are you passing through? I do not understand, really ... Is where do you go?, I see. What if you want to go back there?

- I'm just wandering around ... How about you, where are you going?, Or perhaps do you live here?

- Leng going to summer, with my boyfriend.

- interesting.

spoke a short time. we look one last time. I saw no love in his eyes. a small shadow of friendship was all that remained.

when I finished my drink bordered midnight. would soon pass heteronyms Providence. Howard and Randolph conspiracy. right now just crossed the sidewalk in front carrying some packages, I followed them, I will continue my story at another time, sorry about stopping right here, at this point, 'but the issue warrants.

Toño see you soon, hugs

Le Gris.



PS I sent a nice postcard of R'lyeh, that I remember.

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I know that I have more dead than alive, I promise to try to make some input from time to time, currently recovering old post, I want to congratulate the holidays with a music video with a bizarre mix but absolutely 0s0m:

mixing between the progressive and orchestral Trans-Siberian Orchestra, and the intimate and sweet Jewel leads to a beautiful song accompanied by an impeccable implementation. This rare combination can be found in the special that was made for television "The Ghosts of Christmas Eve", which we had a bow wrapped Christmas fable guitarrazos by the TSO (c'mon, what mismico here with the zombie Rafael threatening to devour the brains year in and year out).

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Chronicles from the banks of Styx (pt. VIII)

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Dear Antoine, I hope this and my next two or three you demonstrate that chronic dreamer is experiencing no mystery without revealing and no border this evening, more distant and strange to their nature. It is what

happened the day of ...

landing in R'lyeh

Despair Lighthouse was now before us. a massive circular stone structure stood 50 or 60 feet above the rock at one end of the bay and was the last vestige of architecture based on the geometry of Euclid. beyond that imposing lighthouse stood the doomed city of R'lyeh. until then I had seen anything like it on earth, no city and could hardly seemed to associate some images of ruined cities submerged in Japan and in the Mediterranean with strangers buildings that were blurred with mist. The nights were now much longer and limited daylight hours, an ocean of time desolate, gray and covered with dense evergreen mists, inhabited by fantastic creatures, was that we had gone through for eons in the boat of Charon, ineffable wonders worlds bizarre and indescribable landscapes were just a memory. The idea of \u200b\u200bdistance and velocity had no significance, "because I felt I knew, had never before been so far from home. I tried to write down everything in my travel blog and what could not (or should not) be written has been etched in my memory with fire.

docked at the port at midnight and was in my cabin which was the last meeting between the three dreamers and Barquero. Howard and Randolph would undertake what no dreamer had tried before (assuming that his dreams have brought to these ends) would cross the frozen plateau of Leng up to the columns of Baal, a region ravaged by blizzards and sandstorms to keep in search of the entrance to what Christian demonology called Pandemonium and other mystical orbs known as the abode of the great Yog - Sothoth. for this, should source from R'lyeh and would have rely on the help of some well-experienced guides that orient to a certain step known as Bloop Pass, beyond which even the inhabitants of this cursed city dared to advance. preparations would be made several days and avoid the trouble of detailing the horrors that find in this city, I proposed to spend that time in the Boat of Charon, while it is shipping its cargo of souls and restocking ogres and henchmen for the trip back to the banks of the Styx.

what could I do Antoine wanted? I was witness to their dream adventures and I was even living my own adventure. something I had never imagined in my short life on earth happened to me after death (at least I think, because if something I learned from this terrible and wonderful journey is that the line between life and death and the death of the dream is very thin). my wandering mind encountered not know what trick of fate with this pair of dreamers and a guide to scare me away I was pleasantly surprised. "I would descend to land and explore this city far from the safety of this ship? What kind of horrors and wonders awaited me in these winding streets between those buildings and unlikely insolent I could barely distinguish between the mist? Were we the only three human beings who had come to this? Where do souls carrying the cargo leaving the port faraway Charon? What did it mean decadent and terrible music that came in waves to my cabin? Would you be celebrating some orgiastic ritual of sacrifice like I had the opportunity to witness in the Archipelago of Silence? Where they went and what did Howard and Randolph now? Why not leave to join them in their preparations? I was sure I hid something else. I could not believe that is solely dedicated to recruiting everything relevant to the future expedition to Leng and no more. the pair were plotting something and I was willing to find out.

the days were long and tedious, Charon's minions stood guard on the deck and did not allow anyone to enter or leave the boat. I worked to write, to recap and read some of Lovecraft's tales, he carried in a pocket edition and now comparison with some ancient scrolls in detailing the location of one step toward the columns of Baal. and it was then I remembered where I had heard that name before. Bloop

was the name given U.S. scientists a low ultra sound high frequency and power that had been detected in the depths of the Pacific Ocean, close to Tahiti (the island wise) way back in 1997 and it was not known for certain who or who produced it. the mystery grew more so because the sound was detected by the network of underwater microphones far between up to 5000 km which was never again detected.

some more rationally speaking of a species of giant squid from the depths, others of an unknown species of whale, but none made it clear how the device would consist of course issuer or animal ratio considerations of the same size and weight to could produce so much power that mysterious sound. some other more risky shuffled the possibility that he had been the same Cuthulhu who had led since the coordinates coincide almost perfectly with the location that gave Lovecraft and Lord Dunsany R'lyeh also recorded in his memoirs.

that was the first mystery to be solved, I needed to know for sure why the name of that passage, and who or what was what they called Bloop one hand. secondly, to explore the city needed to get an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat was to be in a building like that and know a little better for its inhabitants. So willing to resolve these two puzzles decided I had to sneak to the office the next shipment of souls in the early hours of the morning and hide in the port at some point where it can monitor the movements of Carter and Lovecraft, and so follow at a distance prudent. I was hoping they would give me both answers.

of what I found wandering around the city and what I discovered about the mystery of the Bloop is something that I'll tell you at the next review. You only advance this trip I thought about to finish seems to extend for a further indefinite period. I will make you get a little complicated my writing, but I manage to keep you informed.

I wonder how you go with your hard work to organize all those gifts you've been receiving in my home and if you sense and what you do with them and what secret purpose have come to your hands. Chau

Antoine, a friend and brother, I hope very soon to give you my news.

stay alert until the next

Leo Le Gris

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Chronicles from the banks of Styx (pt. VII)

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Day: 93. morning of October 15

Climate: rainy, cloudy, stormy, cold.

near our port of destination, the crew says .

from the skylight of the cabin light is dawning pale:

"The Light of Despair"

the sea has been shaken in recent weeks.

storms that lash the keel making shudder.

just a few hours of calm amidst a fog so dense
is possible to make a cut with a knife.

Gilgamesh is shaking his infinite back.
into the bottomless abyss that is below sea

the Lighthouse is the last frontier beyond
him no return is possible, they say.

Howard has confirmed to me that is the plateau of Leng,
that extends beyond the forbidden city of Ur,
where we go.



recommended me to sleep, sleep without dreaming,
sleep sleep, sleep.

to give me the strength to dream
within dreams.

is the only escape, he says.
your only way out
emergency.

and then I recited this poem
of our beloved master Edgar Poe
(with his unmistakable accent of Providence),
for Le Gray:

a Dream Within a Dream Take

this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less _gone_?
_All_ that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.




I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
_One_ from the pitiless wave?
Is _all_ that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?




Un sueño dentro de un sueño

¡Toma este beso en tu frente!
And in the moment of abandon, let me confess
following:
not wrong when you consider
that my days have been a dream;
and if hope has faded
in one night or one day,
in a vision or beyond,
least is it going?
Everything we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream.




I stand amid the roar
a tormented shore waves
and hold within my hand
golden sands.
yet how
trickle through my fingers into the abyss,
While I weep while I weep!
Oh God, how I can not
I encircle you with a tighter clasp?
Oh, God, how I can not save
not one from the pitiless wave?
Everything that we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream?

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Chronicles from the banks of Styx (pt. VI)

travel blog
place: somewhere beyond the sea south (?)
day: 37
time: midnight.

The vision of the Archipelago of Silence

days and nights of continuous learning in recent weeks have been dear Antoine.

Howard has made strenuous efforts to ensure that it can "see." it is best to start collecting the fruits of his stubbornness. Yesterday for example, the ship docked near a coral archipelago strange, two henchmen Charon led us on a rickety boat to the beach, which incidentally is the most particular beach I've ever seen in my life - or my death. the sand was dull gray, towering palm trees stood in a brownish hue as I thought it could never exist. Silence reigned and only the sound of waves crashing against the beach I could hear, not a bird or a cricket, anything, everything sunk in utter silence.




we enter the two by a stone path and started late, the jungle was dense, and the light filtered in small portions, which gave the landscape a tone of terror and mystery, silence was deafening ferns were overwhelming to think that the islands were older than might be expected. all vegetation seemed the Cambrian or Paleozoic and I had caught a glimpse of lizard lying around.

Howard is a walking tough, quiet and with good pace, swung his machete opening way through the jungle, he seemed in a trance and for a moment doubted that was the same hermit of Providence that he left his room. but this otherness anything is possible. and would not surprise me nothing, or so I thought, before running into with what Howard was looking for so eagerly.

amid jungle, and only browser sharp eyes, stood a pyramid and the ruins of a city. the brightness of his eyes suddenly changed and quickened his pace, pointing to a particular point said:

"there must arrive before midnight. is this your final experience in the art of" seeing "the litmus test for what will come later, once we reach our destination. for now, that's At - Xitle, the cursed city of Tolmecas, is said to have disappeared from the earth for thousands of years along with its people and came to rest in this archipelago of silence for the men never heard the cries of horror spring from his heart every night.




"I was here before, and Carter also starting their dream adventures, could not remember the details but on this walk everything has been cleared again. Do you see the mound on the altar of sacrifice? Is there where the ancient inhabitants deposited daily blood homage to Nyarlatothep, who in one of its thousands of avatars appeared in the form of the famous feathered serpent Quetzalcoatl Mayan remombrarían as these in their mythology.'s no myth, it is real, we here, now all gone mad people are like zombies, feeding on a fetid mud flows from the bowels of the island and deposited there by the Great Pyramid, can you see? really sucks. "

Speed \u200b\u200bup, not that night came when I realized neither the phosphorescent green lights burned in the city, a vague rumor of drums began to break through the silence. I could see any inhabitant, nor did it intend to do, but now Howard Phillips increased alertness and almost without notice took my arm and we stray from the path to find a hidden entrance in the bushes.

"is a shortcut that leads directly to the altar of sacrifice "- he said." we must get there before the high priest and hide. you have to do is "see." and saying it removed the book from his knapsack and began to recite something unintelligible, then the circular stone door opened and we entered the passage. the smell was amazing, the atmosphere was crowded limo that terrible smell and some bas-reliefs showing along the gallery, the kind of ritual that Howard spoke to me.



the climb was difficult, the gallery is ever closer, but once we arrived, a small dome appeared and a circular window at the height of the head allowed to observe a complete picture of the city. I assumed it was not directly above us that the ritual of sacrifice would take place. Howard was reciting his mysterious cabals and at one point told me exactly placed in front of the window and remember what we had spoken in his cabin on seeing, breathing techniques and keep the mind calm, repeat the mantra that was to , as it should focus, all that came to me from the mouth of Howard and from beyond, as a string I repeat someone else inside my head.

vision was an decadent impressive circular saw from the window as slowly gathered thousands of zombies shining in the darkness of the damn jungle floor. the priest began to ascend the stairs of the pyramid and two burly henchmen was carrying a young girl (zombie course) that delivers attitude seemed ready to give your body as an offering. the crowd began to make sounds that could say they were pre-human, a mumullo that grew as they approached the altar. Howard then whispered back: "It is time now, look carefully in the distance"

did not like the to know, if I was the only one who had the unique panoramic, but hinted his voice an echo of fear when finish the sentence. and obeying his order call forth my view on the black horizon and suddenly a green light also began to approach, the zombies were in terrible crezzendo guttural and the priest was already beginning the ritual, the girl was tied to the table and with a dagger ritual the priest made the first cut, then a row of blood, or what seemed to be, began sprout from his chest. the liquid was the same color as the mud and the smell was just as stinky. the light grew and now took the form of feathered serpent or dragon was Quetzalcoatl, or Niayarlothotep traveling from the cosmic vortex to quench their thirst for blood.

figure of God was awesome, creepy, I came close to shouting, but I managed to restrain myself, for our good. I was "seeing" a primary to an ancient god. was the same Idiot chaos that had flying in front the altar ready to engulf the teenage victim. the climax of the zombies came to the end, it was deafening howl that emitted. Then God turned to the priest feathered in a language incomprehensible to me. Howard told me later that it was a language before Naualt and these zombies kept as ancient memory of his previous life on the plateau of Central America before coming to the archipelago cursed.




the priest did a dance macabre steps to finally raise their arms to Quetzacoalt and east, extending a claw took the girl and her chest was opened a horrible windy and absorbed all the liquid life of his victim's limp body fell through the zombies and they were ordered not to leave any trace in seconds. God turned around, gave a little more, the priest knelt down and figure Nayarlothothep headed back to his seat cosmic.

I froze. in one piece. unable to move, was Lovecraft who with a push me out of the trance, and beckoning me, urged me back down the passageway,




walked in silence, he brought with him a couple of objects found in the dome and his face reflected particular happiness I did not want to dilute with my questions, I would have time for that in the Boat of Charon. I do not know who would face, but if that should reflect a mix of panic, horror, surprise and consternation, on the one hand and trust and confidence in oneself, on the other. had full confidence that it would be the first witness to amazing things, even more than they had seen. I could not remember well my physical death and I do not care much, really. if that was the price to pay to experience this, the price was worth it. Now we were on the gray beach, hoping Leo Le Gray and Howard Phillips Lovecraft, who believed "the boat that would take us de regreso a nuestra morada flotante, para seguir en camino de la aventura.

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Chronicles from the banks of Styx (pt. V)

hola, ¿que tal?

Leo sigue con sus manifestaciones paranormales.

a veces me siento usado, a veces cansado de no recordar quién soy
o como llegué acá y también de que Le Gris me use a su antojo
como médium o escribano de sus cuitas infernales...

esta vez no fue soñando

esta vez apareció en un largo espejo
que reposa colgado en el vestíbulo
de lo that was once home
and now I live as a tenant
-course-

during these three nights
inexplicably fogged the mirror and into the early hours appeared
verses written with a very steady
like
dead
only until early today signed his poem Le Gris
but I already knew what it was,

so from the first night I started to transcribe
and here is the final result, I share with you because it is my duty:




wanted Antoine
our journey continues and my letters for you
-like Vigilante my unhinged -
will happen several times ,
'll see.

remember that at the end of the tremendous vision of Shoggoths
swift rise to that mysterious star
I went onto the deck to smoke a Tabaquite and calm my nerves, because

good This was what happened next:

~

Hell, Cygnus 1, the view from the lock Dagon's door and the possible return

we
Howard and I headed for the keel
é the Scottish drink their
me to smoke my cigarette

horrible blind ogres stupid
waved everywhere
occupied in matters of navigation were
Barquero orders only
and did not determine any of the guests

the night was quite dark
moon instead of a land
bright blue

crescent mastered the sky

the star where Shoggoths
had been missing for a few hours
still shining on the sky unpolluted
and strange waters reflected constellations




travel its course was uncertain, even for me
and only a vague idea of \u200b\u200bour destination
haunted my head and my heart
that was increasingly
most oppressed by a fear of uncertainty, indecipherable

man of few words
Mr Howard looked at the sky in silence and drank
of Scottish sparingly
both contemplate the landscape of curved keel when
sentenced slowly:

"the best is yet to come, young Le Gris,
this was just the preamble."

I asked him what he meant exactly and I said "if I had experienced so far my own little hell , now had the opportunity to witness the vast horror that lies behind the last abyss.

the last abyss of consciousness he said.

Charon is our transportation, you are our reporter

- arguably,

you'll be the one seen after
lock can not open the door

- maybe some Once back to the secret decryption
and can penetrate where Randolph and I are going.

have to learn in the remainder of the trip,
have to know the difference, you have to learn to see.

me I'll show you.

Shoggoths this untimely intrusion of submarines is a sign,
one of many that have not captured because they were not trained.

but near the end of our trip and only know how to return Charon.
if you decide to return as risk-a single witness being judged by loco-Antoine
must instruct the necessities needed for the return trip .

but all in good time, dear Leo, for now, Salut!

has been a fantastic night, do not you think?
if you are full of doubts, questions, fears, I know.

not fear, is all I can say.

know
not remember the details of how to reach the final port
in the mysterious land of Ur

but if you need

to know what to expect and can cope

stand




let the Dreamer Barquero and trace the best route,
that reveal the maps and logbooks of early explorers

the best way to go.

for now we rest.

look, yet the mist the sun comes out,
be a gray day, as Le Gris, another good omen.

that 1 Cygnus, the star is much
view the constellation Cygnus,
only have to learn
you're not seeing it from the earth, therefore
perspective changes.

not now say more,
I wait in my room,
after noon.

and have time

to ask anything you want.


good night, or rather good morning, young Le Gris

and saying he walked away to his cabin, I watched the swan again before dawn at all. there had been targeting key bodies and something told me that over there it was where we also were going.

~

I was not expecting that ending, I must confess, because I must now dreaming more. Today I received several strange packages aimed at Le Gray from the remotest parts of the world. I have not even allowed to open them all in good time as Howard says, all in good time for now to vent to my hypertext , so fantasy and horror have given me so much hunger and desire to good music ....

to the next, readers, friends, walkers, dreamers, until the next installment in another chronicle of Le Gray from Hell.

Gerris P. Antoine

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Chronicles from the banks of Styx (pt. IV)

"Imagination drew the stunning form of fabulous Yog-Sothoth - only a cluster of iridescent globes, but great in its malign suggestiveness."

-HP Lovecraft, "Horror in the Museum"

what about the score?
hope well

were hectic days for me
Or should I say night?

I'm not sure

I almost did not dream ,
or remember very little of what I dreamed

-perhaps because they were not important

visions, dream until now
awake when I take a nap after lunch


or when traveling by bus from my work

microsleeps in the elevator
walking in the park

gym on the treadmill
everywhere I feel like Billie Blake

as Edgar Poe Randolph Carter as the same even


I only sleep with Le Gris
and in those dreams he tells me their stories

as you well know by some other previous posts
and now these dreams invade my

I have to dump them on the blog of Leo
as a mechanism to ease
my nerves
every day going from bad to worse
and a task entrusted by the traveler himself

given the scale of the experiences of my mentor
given the importance of these views from

hell may have come unhinged in readers
Le Gris chosen by Charon traveler rambling walks

by fabulous seas to the South Seas
where mythical creatures and fantastic primordial bodies have

was not only seen but even persecuted by Leo
in these waters pre-hell, we read:

~

visions of hell beings, primitive, gods and demons

my dear Antoine: first of all I thank you for supporting many and as recurrent visits to your subconscious, but understand that given the scale of the experiences I have lived in this journey, there is another mechanism that is able to transmit all fidelity and detail you have the fortune or the torture of seeing, except the dream.

the last communication I managed to send before we embark from Thailand to the South Seas. I felt a bit like Stevenson or Schöb when writing your beautiful letters from their cabins in the midst of the raging sea.

let me tell you that at first he was convinced that the south was our destiny, it seemed to be. I know little about constellations and stars, but I can swear that skies like those I had not seen before. no known way, new moon and strange rattling deaf suddenly emerged from the dark depths.

standing on the edge of the keel watched the night sky, while our ship moved safely to their doom. Carter and Lovecraft were busy Charon's cabin revealing mysteries locked in old parchments knacóticos that might reveal an entry less attractive to Shoggoths hiding in the city without a name.

opioid lightly smoked a cigarette trying to reveal at which point the road when we were small fluorescent lights began to lean to starboard.

Then thousands of yellow green dots in a howling swirling dance of death. I could not tell what it was and then in a blink of an eye, the lights took off and I could finally see who they were: winged creatures with five eyes and legs were a star in a number odd that ended in long claws, rose from the depths with a tremendous impetus towards a particular point in the sky. I let out a terrifying scream to drown with my hands, because at that moment I knew where I had read about such strange creatures. HP's novel one of the expedition described by practicing the dissection:

was a first!

my first sighting and survived to tell the tale. incredible.

phosphorescent

a huge cloud rose into a bright star that could swear was not there a few minutes ago, the buzz began to increase in volume and was a deafening howl filled the night air that now shone in a jade green bull. I slipped quietly into the hatch, opened it slowly and entered the cabin Barquero. to my surprise that these three also watched from the darkness of the room and when I asked the reason for this extraordinary event, with an imperative gesture forced me to remain silent.


all ended with a bright green bright spot that was lost in the endless night. at that time I spotted something in the middle of the blackness, was the moon that loomed perhaps? No! was the land itself that blue lucia through the strange stars.

then quietly asked what was all that and where we were. Randolph was the one who spoke:

"We are in the oceans from the land of dreams. we headed for the fabled plateau of Leng, I thought you knew, dear Leo.

at a point beyond Thailand to enter another dimension different and leave the earthly plane near where we began our journey. now we're in a world only I have racked Charon and one for work, another for its dreamlike qualities. Howard knows well but is still unable to recall the everything. and you, you're here for "
Charon
then tabled a rickety old tome and began to draw strange and creepy drawings. all that said clearly remember these descriptions:




They are The Ones or the Ancient and the elderly. the "Winged Ones and star-shaped head." as such, differ from two alien races, even older, which Lovecraft described as follows:

"a race of squid-shaped Earth and probably for fabulous pre-human beings engendered by Cthulhu" and "creatures half fungal and half crustaceans, undoubtedly the same that appear in certain legends that have a low voice in the northern mountains and the Himalayas are remembered in the name of Mi-Go, or Abominable Snowman. "

Howard continued:

"in a 1921 letter to Reinhardt Kleiner, myself I related a dream he had described as" the most horrible nightmare and realistic I've had since ten years and served as the basis for my prose poem "Nyarlathotep" :

be sure to see if he comes to Providence Nyarlathotep: it's horrible, more horrible than you can imagine, but wonderful. Catch you for hours. I still shudder to remember what you showed me. "

I began to understand the allusion. Nyarlathotep was The Crawling Chaos was a primordial god and apparently, a large polypoid mass with a long red excretion. However, characterized by adopting various forms according to their claim.

has thousands of avatars and is in the form of Baron Samedi that Antoine will contact him to discuss what your expected return.




Azathoth is "the first engine of chaos, the antithesis of creation, the fool Sultan of demons, the gnawing, groaning and drools at the center of the final vacuum. A curse has made it a God-blind, lobotomized, who spends eternity of his imprisonment are moving steadily to a flute. Sometimes when Yog-Sothoth visiting the Earth their presence is accompanied by the dim momentarily sound of a flute. This means that at that moment comes to visit Azathoth in his confinement. is the creative chaos and infinity of the universe and the supreme God Abroad. Around him dance eternally following foreign gods other crazy tunes, including Yixikh, Shub-Niggurath, Nyarlathotep and other minor gods.


Cthulhu is like a huge monster with the head of octopus or squid, with many tentacles, and bloated body of a dragon, with their wings. Has the ability to alter its shape, although it is always basically the same. Its scaly body is composed of a substance different from those found on Earth, as a kind of gelatinous mass that makes it virtually indestructible. Anyway, if your physical body is completely destroyed (very unlikely) extra terrestrial nature would be reformed in hours. It was one of the conquerors of Earth and dominated from the depths of the ocean.




according to mythology, Cthulhu lies dreaming under a seal in the underwater city of R'lyeh (somewhere in the Pacific Ocean). Hopes to escape one day (the day when "The stars are back in position) with the help of occult and cult to return to extend his power on Earth. He spent the psalm "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn" which roughly means "The Great Cthulhu waits dreaming in his house at R'lyeh ."

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Antoine
I must confess that at that point in our journey could not keep my heart calm and quiet my head, but I could show my colleagues fear the other hand there was a force in me that drove me to learn more, go ahead with this company without sense, was even talk of my return, but to what purpose? and what else still waiting for me terrifying visions? Randolph

Charon and continued their road maps and scrolls deciding our journey, so Howard and I quietly climbed back on deck, I had another cigarette, a Scotch on the rocks, our conversation will be another story Antoine. ..

medium until the next dear, dear disciple.

Leo Le Gris.

Poptropica 2 Fun Brain

Chronicles from the banks of Styx (pt. III)

Hi Antoine!

the advantage of disembodiment is the possibility to access any point in space and time of our personal history or history of humanity, as well as the possibility of being the ghost in the shell , every time you want, so now deposit directly to my old blog to post this letter and follow ghostly relatándote these accounts from the Styx.


conversation with three
Antoine
Do you remember that in my last letter I had that was heading to Antarctica in the company of HP and his friend Randolph Carter?, Do you remember also that I said that Caronte Barquero had sustained the pleasant and interesting conversations during the long nights of sailing towards the Mountains of Madness?, because this time I will try to reproduce as faithfully as you can a conversation we had guests to host their special cabin while deck crew struggled with the ropes and winches and sails for the maelstrom of the South Seas did not shatter the fragile boat.

had just left the triangular area of \u200b\u200bthe dragon in Southeast Asian waters, after docking at the port of Sattahip fantastic north of the Gulf of Thailand to visit the underground secret passages of Buddhist temples in search of arcane never revealed to mere mortals about trasdimensionales thresholds used to access new and unknown worlds.

the three experts dreamers, apprentices of the great Edgar Allan. HP surpassing the teacher Chambers. Randolph, a born dreamer, visionary landscapes ineffable that no man has ever seen, recognized are their stories about their dream adventures that start in New England and ending in remote areas where neither dimensional light from stars can be seen. and of course, Charon, Boatman of the great souls, who although not dream ever, because everything has already been seen. an eternity in the underworld have become an expert to distinguish visions "real" simple dreams or hallucinations.



sitting around a fire burning with desire, taking an old wine that had been extracted from an ancient English galleon sunk more than five centuries ago by pirates in the Caribbean waters, the conversation flowed more or less as follows:

Randolph Carter: how do you Barquero to distinguish a vision of a hallucination or a dream?

Charon: the method is simple, Randolph, you practice it yourself even unconsciously. the trick is to see and not to look. The vision is of an entity so stark, it is consistency, the hallucination is in your own head, so you can not see, only you can see. The dream is more complicated, because it is in an intermediate state, you dreaming visions, but not dream hallucinations, so when you master the dreaming (while awake or asleep) is because it has dominated the view.




RC: understand, Barquero.

Howard Phillips: the secret lies in seeing, as well as Charon says, but you need to tune your other senses and intuition as well. in reverie emaciated bodies can appear in several ways, dressing up as egos, as friends or family deaths, etc. but differs because their eyes lack luster and shadow is very diffuse and mischievous.

Leo Le Gray: and how you distinguish a spirit of a dead man in a hallucination of himself? often being awake and on the five senses I've seen some, and in certain experiences in the Amazonian lowlands have deluded by the spirits of dead relatives who have returned to communicate something, both were real?, did any different entity was a dead relative's soul?

C: again must learn to see, is in the eye, do not look. to see the whole body is needed, if you want somatize in an area, is adjacent to the spleen. if the eyes shine once did is because human life, the emaciated bodies are diffuse and opaque, when you see instead of watching them can tell a glowing halo in which were once human. Remember that men are beings of light, bodies from the dark.

L: Clearly, Barquero. But why did I have to die to start watching? HP

who says you are?

R: Leo percibiendote I still, to me has not died. Moreover, these more rosy than ever. As for your question, as to see, you're a lucky man! Did you know the trick perhaps?





then fell silent, as a precaution. I must confess that then I remembered how he had died. but that's another review.

our journey continues, I saw my first aura southern whales sing along moonlit nights, forgotten islands macabre ritual, pagan worship, primary languages, now wanted to make out some "authorities" and the best is that everything can happen ... Antoine you soon, and you'll hear from me.


Leo