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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:

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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.