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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 ."

~

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.

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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

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Chronicles from the banks of Styx (pt. II)

Hello!

manifest again Mr Le Gris, this time through a letter, written in pure fire on a polished slab of an ancient oak and I was delivered by certified mail, signed with his own hand. the direction of sender, once the messenger vanished with a suspicious smell of sulfur, the envelope vanished and nothing more.

well, I was in my living room, had opened a bottle of red wine and I was ready to continue with the readings Pessoa for the second part of the post in my Hypertext, but could not avoid the temptation to open such strange package signed by Le Gray himself and sent from the underworld in a special delivery
and recorded with fire and began his short but substantial epistle



Small hell

"I write Antoine from the boat of Charon, while I take a manhatan in the keel toward the south pole, summer in the mountains of madness, accompanied by Randolph Carter and descrestante Howard Phillips, who will know the warm waters of the Antarctic underworld.


"I reflected on what some call small hells, which are quite different from our concept of Hell, the palace called Pandemonium, where he rests Hades and his cohorts. The tiny personal hell (which sometimes are not as small), so special, so full of meaning for the sufferer, so exotic, distant and incomprehensible to others.


"are those little pits will take us riled up, just by its very absurdity. Pressures are increasing gradually until it becomes unbearable, and repetitive wrong attitudes that undermine all levels of patience, you end up pushing you into the abyss for no reason, logic and small hells full of intolerance, pressed together like a bus Rolandia those in which no one pays attention to the other, in their circumstances in their web of unsustainable situations, because the wandering busy to worry only gives yours.




"while great hells are occurring worldwide and affecting the general mass (droughts, floods, plagues, wars), small hells are daily, filtered, mixed in the daily and then the little big war breaks out. is this the psycho sniper, murderer silently without apparent modus operandi, the great guy that is a super manager that works at night to pedophilia, efficient and discreet secretary who becomes a dominatrix every weekend the driver out of boxes that catches up with passersby, giving drive to the horn, running over dogs or scaring children. gang raponazos, indifference indifference, petty crime and inept police infamous half raised eyebrow and just shrug their shoulders .


"all those little hell that I lived, that you too will live, because there is no escape, because that is the world fade into the journey to Hades, I see clearer now, diaphanous reflected in dark waters just Styx mobile, and are for my ridiculous, they have lost their effect, its power over me, simply because they mean nothing, no attachment, no frustration has reason to be, now enjoy my trip and I recall my little hell with deformed smile lie a henchman and get my drink order bring another drink away limping into the dark depths of the ship of Charon, with whom I talked a lot and very entertaining, and continued in another letter to relatarte those interesting issues that we tried while wandering the ship was routed south unlimited.




"I will contact you shortly

" fondly "

Leo Le Gris

far the Epistle of Leo. Still have the tabula rasa of oak a table in my library, night shining with a unique glow, phosphorescent. and I wonder what adventures will Le Gray at this time together with these two other travelers, Carter and HP
then I go to the shelves and between tomes and tomes find the novella of the Mountains of Madness I use another wine and start reading.

you soon and see you in the hypertext. Antoine

Gerris

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Chronicles from the banks of Styx (pt. I) Gerris




hello readers:

am Antoine, the Watcher
mess.

in a previous post, yet signed by Le Gris- told them about our "conversation" and I transcribed his "last words "

now you know that Leo goes insane on a vacation - perhaps permanent, maybe not, for the unknown shores of Styx, guided by Charon, ferryman who kindly Leo has dared to show the most fantastic landscapes of kingdom of Hades. to me as I have been responsible Vigilante mission: to transcribe the messages, chronicles the journey of Leo by these inhospitable places, messages that arrive in the poet's visions as Billie Blake, also in dreams happened to the great Edgar Poe, including via fax or letters that mysteriously appear on my nightstand.

this is the first chronic, the first dream which I transcribe here as a guest author:






Chronicles from the banks of the Styx I

-The Vigilante is the medium-

final vision seemed
not be pleasant all began to fade

of flavors of whiskey
between hoarse rattling
finally dwindled completely

breath and last breath I expected
Light
a radiant, pristine and unpolluted

was a peacemaker

mixed feelings diluted in ether
primal longing for the loss
had no reason to be
no longer would be more
and all other
not miss too

freed me from my physical body and lightness

was nothing great anymore pedestrian moorings
and she began to forget my old life in this small area
blue

some chose to remain a link a link to this dimension as dense
of which was beginning to separate

not ask me, dear Antoine why the
things you just say that you are now the communication loop with my readers
rather tell you of My encounter with disquisitions Barquero
and we have had in ancient shelf: I'll start remembering this

frasesita the enfant terrible of French letters
, whom you should read to nurture your own style in your hypertext-
says Arthur that "Hell can not attack the pagans"

as Charon appeared in the doorway of my final unconsciousness
and invited me to travel with him, I reminded the frasesita and he said it was true but although
attacked you, that did not mean there was less real or
and friends, and earthly feelings.

descent to hell, "he said for most mortals usually imagine
as a journey full of pain and sorrow, of suffering endless
that will last for eons,
and not necessarily the case, you will be the witness who will be released
the wonderful adventures that can be lived in this enchanted land




already have the link, the link that is earthly
newborn Antoine
he will be your faithful scribe, I
your travel guide just


begins
and we'll have time to discuss and resolve your concerns:

why you, specifically?
What you'll find in this long journey?
return will it be worth?
"end up anchored forever in the land of Hades?

quiet, dear guest
not even need
luggage or travel blog
my servant is ready
your cabin there is a box of wine waiting in the keel Diablo
the journey begins when you put your foot on my boat ... .

... and I could not remember when I gave him coins when Barquero ...