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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Wildering Haven

This is a record of the journey of four visitors: Nagual, Belle, Ludovic, and yours truly. We encountered various characters along the way, some I recall, there was Belllounds the rustler, Jack Pierce the magician, Damarchus the poet, Kitsune the feline temporary companion of Belle, and a few others. We are looking for the funny guy TinTin and his large furry companion Weriuuolf to pay our respects. The 4th traveler, your narrator, is richly educated and bored beyond relief so he has occasional flights of fantasy which comfort and entertain him on his painfully mundane journey with these common louts with whom he is stuck among during this tedious transitive time.

 

 

 

Revisionist attempts to challenge claims of genocide are illegal. Children believe what we tell them. They have complete faith in us, as well as a certain degree of imagination and a capacity for detachment from every-day life. The loss of carnivorous species will upset the delicate ecosystem balance and may cause dramatic increases in opportunistic species. Many, very many, spiritualists seem to care for communion with spirits only that they may more surely keep physically well, and earn their bread and butter and clothing the easier. An immortal instinct deep within the spirit of man is thus plainly a sense of the Beautiful. Alliteration is nearly the only effect of that kind which the ancients had in common with us. A global catastrophic risk is a hypothetical future event that could damage human well-being on a global scale, even endangering or destroying modern civilization.

“You like stories?” asked Ludovic, curiously.

There was a Great Dragon that lived in a cave.

It has been hypothesized that there was also a period called “snowball Earth” when all the oceans were covered in a layer of ice. These global climatic changes occurred slowly, near the end of the last Major Ice Age when the climate became more stable, it is also possible that our own fear and primal instincts inspired the legends. Many scientists hypothesize that humans may have a pre-programed fear instinct towards snakes and other reptiles.

Surely the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.

“But I had no word-no messages ever got to me.”

“I sent the boys, and they left word with your women that I was waiting and would you please come.”

While suffering from “hope deferred” as to his fate, a farmer addresses the unknown deity of a possibly sacred grove, and sacrifices a pig in order to placate the god or goddess of the place and beseech his or her permission to cut down some trees from the grove, in the form of magical thinking combined with animism, prayer has been argued as representing a human cultural universal, which would have been present since the emergence of behavioral modernity, by anthropologists.

Examples of non-anthropogenic risks are an asteroid impact event, a supervolcanic eruption, a lethal gamma-ray burst, a geomagnetic storm destroying electronic equipment, natural long-term climate change, hostile extraterrestrial life, or the predictable Sun transforming into a red giant star engulfing the Earth.

Under the clump of silver spruces a denser mantle of darkness, yet not so thick that Ludovic’s night-practiced eyes could not catch the white oval of a still face. He bent over it with a slight suspension of breath that was both caution lest he frighten her and chill uncertainty of feeling lest he find her dead. But she slept, and he arose to renewed activity. Except for the pale glow from the handling-machine and the bars and patches of white moonlight, the pit was in darkness, and, except for the clinking of the handling-machine, quite still.

“What is a new star to me?” cried the weeping woman.

“Do we come in that way?" I wondered.

And presently they began to understand.

The idea of the harmfulness to other men of a man in animal form or dress, when men in animal disguise began to act not only as decoys for animals dangerous to life, but also as scouts for robbers-and later as possessors of supernatural power, when growth of culture brought with it growth of supernaturalism, people began to associate the wolf’s form with a lurking enemy.

According to archaeological and genetic evidence, North and South America were the last continents in the world to gain human habitation. The Indigenous peoples of the Americas are the inhabitants of the Americas before the arrival of the European settlers in the 15th century, and the ethnic groups who now identify themselves with those peoples. Perhaps 50–17,000 years ago, falling sea levels allowed people to move across the land bridge of Beringia that joined Siberia to northwest North America. Many Indigenous groups have territorial claims that go beyond current international borders and when labelled as part of a country, their traditional rights are not acknowledged. In some regions the Indigenous peoples created monumental architecture, large-scale organized cities, city-states, chiefdoms, states, kingdoms and empires. Some had varying degrees of knowledge of engineering, architecture, mathematics, astronomy, writing, physics, medicine, planting and irrigation, geology, mining, metallurgy, sculpture and goldsmithing. European colonists perpetrated massacres on the Indigenous peoples and enslaved them.

The spread of infectious diseases was slow initially, as most Europeans were not actively or visibly infected, due to inherited immunity from generations of exposure to these diseases in Europe. This changed when the Europeans began the human trafficking of massive numbers of enslaved Western and Central African people to the Americas. Like Indigenous peoples, these African people, newly exposed to European diseases, lacked any inherited resistances to the diseases of Europe. In 1520 an African who had been infected with smallpox had arrived in Yucatán. By 1558, the disease had spread throughout South America and had arrived at the Plata basin.

Genocide is the intentional action to destroy a people-usually defined as an ethnic, national, racial, or religious group-in whole or in part. A term coined by Raphael Lemkin in his 1944 book “Axis Rule in Occupied Europe,” the hybrid word geno-cide is a combination of the Greek word genos, (“race, people”) and the Latin suffix -caedo (“act of killing”). Before the term genocide was coined, there were various ways of describing such events. Some languages already had words for such killings, including German (Völkermord, literally ’murder of a people’) and Polish (ludobójstwo, literally ’killing of a people or nation’). In 1941, Winston Churchill, when describing the German invasion of the Soviet Union, spoke of “a crime without a name.”

Nagual shivered and thought of Brother Fire. She remained there all night, an age-long vigil, straining her ears for the things that went on below in the darkness, and keeping motionless lest some stealthy beast should discover her.

The word werewolf comes from the Old English word werwulf, a compound of wer “man” and wulf “wolf.” The only Old High German testimony is in the form of a given name, Weriuuolf, although an early Middle High German werwolf is found in Burchard of Worms and Berthold of Regensburg. The original werewolf beliefs also spread to the New World with colonialism. Belief in werewolves developed in parallel to the belief in witches, in the course of the Late Middle Ages and the Early Modern period. Like the witchcraft trials as a whole, the trial of supposed werewolves emerged in what is now Switzerland (especially the Valais and Vaud) in the early 15th century and spread throughout Europe in the 16th, peaking in the 17th and subsiding by the 18th century.

Berserker madness and cannibalism, accompanied by lycanthropic hallucinations, interpreted as due to such demoniacal metamorphosis, gave rise to the werewolf superstition of the Middle Ages. Werewolvery was a common accusation in witch trials throughout their history, and it featured even in the Valais witch trials, one of the earliest such trials altogether, in the first half of the 15th century. Likewise, in the Vaud, child-eating werewolves were reported as early as 1448.

“Never mind that," said Nagual. "The day’ll come-sooner or later. I refused your offer, and now I’ll tell you why.”

Because we remember pain and the menace of death more vividly than pleasure, and because our feelings toward the beneficent aspects of the unknown have from the first been captured and formalized by conventional religious rituals, it has fallen to the lot of the darker and more maleficent side of cosmic mystery to figure chiefly in our popular supernatural folklore.

“This must be the beginning of the end,” Ludovic said, interrupting my monologue. “The end! The great and terrible day of the Lord! When men shall call upon the mountains and the rocks to fall upon them and hide them-hide them from the face of Him that sitteth upon the throne!”

It was some time before humans could cope with food- and clothing-furnishing animals that were dangerous to life, though these are the ones they first studied; and we cannot presuppose that he disguised to represent them until he could cope with them, since the original purpose of the disguise was to secure food and clothing. Thus far then we see whole or partial disguise as animals used to secure food and clothing when acting as decoys to lure animals; and in dancing.

“You — meddling sneak! If you open your trap again I’ll blast you!” the crusty old rustler Belllounds shouted, almost incoherently.

There are no maps to lead us where we are going, to this new world of our own making. As the world looks back to nine decades of war, of strife, of suspicion, let us also look forward-to a new century, and a new millennium, of peace, freedom and prosperity.

“The smoke of her burning goeth up for ever and ever!” Ludovic shouted.

That night was a beautiful serenity; save for one planet, the moon seemed to have the sky to herself. In the distance I heard a dog howling, and that familiar sound it was that made me listen. Then I heard quite distinctly a booming exactly like the sound of great guns. Six distinct reports I counted, and after a long interval six again. And that was all.

Primitively, to become incarnated into any creature, the soul had only to put on the outward integument of the creature. The original werewolf is the night-wind-a kind of leader of departed souls, howling in the wintry blasts.

“Say, do you know hounds?” queried Belllounds, eagerly.

Damarchus replied eagerly. “Yes. Was raised where everybody had packs. I’m from Kentucky. An’ I’ve run hounds off an’ on for years. I’ll tell you — “

I could not bear to listen, so I thought about times of yore, when thunder lizards owned the land.

The Dragon Kings were thought to be great and powerful deities that lived in magical crystal palaces underneath the sea, their origin by inspiration from existing creatures to undiscovered lifeforms and fossil remains. Some also believe that these giant serpents were created as a way of demonstrating the power of certain religious deities.

“Gimme a gun!” roared the rustler. “Lemme sit hyar an’ shoot the eyes outen this — lyin’ pup of a Hellhound!… Ludovic, put a gun in my hand — a gun with two shells — or only one. You can stand with your gun at my head…. Let me kill this skunk!”

Taste contents herself with displaying the charms-waging war upon Vice solely on the ground of her deformity-her disproportion-her animosity to the fitting, to the appropriate, to the harmonious-in a word, to Beauty. It was very late in the night, and the moon was shining brightly. Eternal oblivion, also referred to as non-existence or nothingness, is the philosophical or religious concept of one’s consciousness permanently ceasing upon death. It is lamentable to think that such a mind should be buried in metaphysics, and, like the Nyctanthes, waste its perfume upon the night alone.

“He’s changed from one to the other!” exclaimed Damarchus, realizing the astounding feat with unstinted admiration. “Changed at full speed! That’s what you’ve done unless I’m drunk on the smell of sage. But I’ve got to see the trick before I believe it.”

An insane resolve possessed me. I would die and end it. And I would save myself even the trouble of killing myself. I marched on recklessly towards this Titan, and then, as I drew nearer and the light grew, I saw that a multitude of black birds was circling and clustering about the hood. At that my heart gave a bound, and I began running along the road. Then, with a whistling note that rose above the droning of the pit, the beam swung close over our heads, lighting the tops of the beech trees that line the road, and splitting the bricks, smashing the windows, firing the window frames, and bringing down in crumbling ruin a portion of the gable of the house nearest the corner.

“Hold on!” yelled Belllounds, with a hearty laugh. “I ain’t imposin’ on no man, no matter how I need help. You’re sure a Jack Pierce of all range trades. An’ I wish you was a hunter.”

The shells flashed all round him, and he was seen to advance a few paces, stagger, and go down. Everybody yelled together, and the guns were reloaded in frantic haste. In the sudden thud, hiss, and glare of the igniting trees, the panic-stricken crowd seems to have swayed hesitatingly for some moments. Sparks and burning twigs began to fall into the road, and single leaves like puffs of flame. Hats and dresses caught fire. Then came a cry from the common. There were shrieks and shouts, and suddenly a mounted policeman came galloping through the confusion with his hands clasped over his head, screaming.

“They’re coming!” a woman shrieked, and incontinently everyone was turning and pushing at those behind, in order to clear their way to Woking again.

In this view, every word of every prayer, and indeed, even every letter of every word, has a precise meaning and a precise effect. A kneeling position with raised hands expressed “supplication” in classical antiquity. However they do not believe that death is necessarily the end since they believe in the resurrection. After metamorphosis, these organs become redundant and will be reabsorbed by controlled cell death, called apoptosis. The variety of adaptations to specific environmental circumstances among amphibians is wide, with many discoveries still being made. It is apparent to most who study this story that the water dragon in question is actually a crocodile. Other creatures who are thought to have inspired various stories include snakes, eels, and monitor lizards.

“Look! A rider!” exclaimed Belle, breaking the silence. “Can that be Weriuuolf?”

Red cattle dashed pell-mell down the slope, raising the dust, tearing the brush, rolling rocks, and letting out hoarse bawls. The imitation when decoying, of the motions of animals led to dancing, and in the dances and various ceremonies the faces and bodies of the participants were painted in imitation of the colors of birds and animals, the motions of animals imitated and animal disguises used. At metamorphosis, rapid changes in the body take place as the lifestyle of the dog changes completely. The spiral shaped mouth with horny tooth ridges is reabsorbed together with the spiral gut. The animal develops a large jaw, and its gills disappear along with its gill sac. Eyes and legs grow quickly, and a tongue is formed.

“I saw you — up there. I watched — you,” he panted.

I began to understand the position. I ceased my laboured reasoning, struggled to my feet, and, standing over him, laid my hand on his shoulder.

“Be a man!” said I. “You are scared out of your wits!

“I was comin’ to that. You didn’t give me time.”

The state of being completely forgotten, of being reduced to a state of non-existence, extinction, or nothingness, including through war and destruction, for an area like hell, a wasteland. A mighty space it was, with gigantic machines here and there within it, huge mounds of material and strange shelter places. Death, therefore, the most awful of evils, is nothing to us, seeing that, when we are, death does not come, and when death is come, we are not. It is nothing, then, either to the living or to the dead, for with the living it is not and the dead exist no longer. But this intelligence did not deter him from the plan of escape he had formed, and the three pressed eastward all day, and heard no more of the bread distribution than this promise. Nor, as a matter of fact, did anyone else hear more of it.

“It’s something that’s been true for years — forever, it seems — something I never dreamed of till last night,” she went on, softly. “Good night, my friend,” she replied, and rode on.

Persons bitten by a mad wolf generally went mad, too. They trembled and their limbs jerked, they made their jaws work and foamed at the mouth, often trying to bite other people. When any one acted in this way, his relatives tied him hand and foot with ropes, and, having killed a buffalo, they rolled him up in the green hide, built a fire on and around him, leaving him in the fire until the hide began to dry and burn. Only the oblivion of sleep can heal the greatest traumas.

“What are we to do?” he asked. “Are these creatures everywhere? Has the earth been given over to them?”

The storm-wind was explained as the rushing of a troop of dead men’s souls or as the howling of wolf-like monsters. They were fearsome creatures that were known to give off a fluorescent light in the dark and were always surrounded by a cloud of red smoke when they arrived. A violent explosion shook the air, and a spout of water, steam, mud, and shattered metal shot far up into the sky. As the camera of the Heat-Ray hit the water, the latter had immediately flashed into steam. In another moment a huge wave, like a muddy tidal bore but almost scaldingly hot, came sweeping round the bend upstream. I saw people struggling shorewards, and heard their screaming and shouting faintly above the seething and roar of the Martian’s collapse.

“Pards, I got him!” he said, in a strange, half-strangled whisper. “I got him!… Hell-Bent Ludovic! My respects! I’ll meet you — thar!” As if by magic Belllounds hand loosened on the smoking gun. The unfortunate Folsom was on his knees, reeling and swaying, waving his gun, peering like a drunken man for some lost object. His temple appeared half shot away, a bloody and horrible sight.

His reeling motion brought his gaze in line with the Helllound gunslinger. The ammunition blew up, the pine trees all about the guns flashed into fire, and only one or two of the men who were already running over the crest of the hill escaped. The violence of his start sent drops of blood flying from his gory temple. His eyes flamed, and he pointed a lean finger in the direction of…

The dusky houses about me stood faint and tall and dim; the trees towards the park were growing black. All about me the red weed clambered among the ruins, writhing to get above me in the dimness. Night, the mother of fear and mystery, was coming upon me. The sick ones would prowl about burial places at night, imagining themselves to be wolves or dogs, and go about barking and howling. In the middle ages such people would even kill children and grown people. When they came to themselves again, or were cured, they claimed to know nothing of what had happened.

A bright fire blazed on the living-room hearth. He felt only vaguely, as outside things, the ache and burn and throb of the muscles of his body. But a dammed-up torrent of emotion at last burst its bounds, and the hour that saw his release from immediate action was one that confounded him in the reaction of his spirit. He suffered without understanding why.

“Eh?” said Belllounds, turning. “I was explainin’ these is vallyble.”

“Do you know what’s over there?” I said, pointing at the pine tops that hid the Martians.

Exclaimed Belle, “Look, Kitsune! They’ve stopped on that ridge. They see us.”

The shell burst clean in the face of the Thing. The hood bulged, flashed, was whirled off in a dozen tattered fragments of red flesh and glittering metal. I gave a cry of astonishment. I saw and thought nothing of the other four Martian monsters; my attention was riveted upon the nearer incident. Simultaneously two other shells burst in the air near the body as the hood twisted round in time to receive, but not in time to dodge, the fourth shell.

“Hit!” shouted I, with something between a scream and a cheer. This approach is sometimes described as the person praying having a dialogue or conversation with God.

Eastward, over the blackened ruins of the Albert Terrace and the splintered spire of the church, the sun blazed dazzling in a clear sky, and here and there some facet in the great wilderness of roofs caught the light and glared with a white intensity. After this it would seem that the three others took counsel together and halted, and the scouts who were watching them reported that they remained absolutely stationary for the next half hour.

Belllounds reached them. He was frothing at the mouth. He cocked the rifle and thrust it toward Ludovic, holding low down. He punched the muzzle of his gun into a crack between two stones, and he pried to open them. The dry clay cement crumbled, the crack widened.

Out of the subsiding chaos came a clear question. What had happened?

“Death!” I shouted. “Death is coming! Death!”

Ludovic knew when danger of life loomed imminent. He fixed his glance upon the glaring eyes of Belllounds. It is thought that the end of the world will come when the beast decides to let go of its tail.

Worship of dead ancestors with wolf totems originated the notion of transformation of men into divine or superhuman wolves. Thus you see I am not altogether blind; but to one of my profession, the eyes you speak of would be merely an incumbrance, liable at any time to be put out by a toasting-iron, or a pitchfork. The kind of animal makes no difference, the underlying principle is the same; namely, the transformation of a living human being into an animal. The origin of the belief in such a transformation, as stated above was the simple putting on of an animal skin by early man.

Here and there they were scattered, nearly fifty altogether, in that great gulf they had made, overtaken by a death that must have seemed to them as incomprehensible as any death could be. To me also at that time this death was incomprehensible. All I knew was that these things that had been alive and so terrible to men were dead. They were extremely difficult to kill — going after a nanabolele was often considered to be a suicide mission.

“Troublesome! Do they call it that?” asked Ludovic, with a queer smile.

“Such prophecies! They — they — “ Nagual could not conclude.

“Ahuh! I know. The strange fact is, lass, that they all come true,” said Belllound. “I wish I had all happy ones, instead of them black, croakin’ ones that come like ravens…. Well, you’re better to-day?”

“Yes. Oh yes. Belllound, what have you got for me?”

Her sudden knowledge of it seemed inextricably merged with the mounting, strong, and steadfast stream of her spirit. The term can also refer to an interval of time beginning on any date. Millennia sometimes have religious or theological implications, a supernatural realm of waste, like hell is a period of one thousand years.

“I’ll go to him. I’ll tell him,” she murmured. “He shall have that!… Then I must bid him — good-by — forever!”

The transformation need not be for a magical purpose at all: any one that puts on, or is conjured into, a wolf-shirt, will undergo metamorphosis…. With the appearance, he also acquires the fierceness and howling of the wolf; roaming the woods, he rends to pieces everything that comes in his way.

“I’ll tell you right now. But you must promise never to mention it to any one — or throw it up to me — ever.”

A magic hand had transformed the interior of that rude old prospector’s mobile abode. Ludovic spoke hoarsely, and had grown quite white. “Young people of every continent, do not be afraid to be the saints of the new millennium! Be contemplative, love prayer; be coherent with your faith and generous in the service of your brothers and sisters, be active members of the Church and builders of peace.”

He turned pale, and his eyes burned with intense fire. He caught glimpses into himself, into unlit darkness of soul. The fire that had blistered him and the cold which had frozen him now united in one torturing possession of his mind and heart, and like a fiery steed with ice-shod feet, ranged his being, ran rioting through his blood, trampling the resurging good, dragging ever at the evil, the chimney-corner whisper or the lonely wood.

“I killed him,” cried Damarchus, in remembering the shock. “But it wasn’t THAT. Ah, the look in his eyes and his whisper!”

The Martians had taken away the excavating-machine, and, save for a fighting-machine that stood in the remoter bank of the pit and a handling-machine that was buried out of my sight in a corner of the pit immediately beneath my peephole, the place was deserted by them. The dancers wear wolfskins, and dance in imitation of the actions of wolves. They say that witches love the night and lurk in shadows and darkness. Witches are believed to be able to assume the shape of beasts. I imagine to myself the scowl of your spiritual eye upon the profanity of that scurrilous Ursa Major.

“Is it there ye are?” said I, “And it’s true for you, that you’re the most fortunate mortal in this life!”

In the gathering, cold twilight, we rode down the trail in silence.

“Would you try another story?” I said to Belle. “Ye might like to hear more tales of wonder.”

“Love them. All kinds, but I like adventure best. I should have been a boy. Isn’t it strange, I can’t hurt anything myself or bear to see even a steer slaughtered? But you can’t tell too bloody and terrible stories for me. Except I hate Indian stories. The very thought of Indians makes me shudder…. Some day I’ll tell you a story.”

I took that as an invitation to improve her attitude about indigenous culture, so without hesitation, that morning as we sat for a spell at a handy picnic table neath the spreading roadside chestnut trees, I drew forth my tale.

“The Laws of Burgos, 1512–1513, were the first codified set of laws governing the behavior of Spanish settlers in America, particularly with regard to Indigenous peoples. The laws forbade the maltreatment of them and endorsed their conversion to Catholicism. Indigenous historical trauma (IHT) is the trauma that can accumulate across generations that develops as a result of the historical ramifications of colonization and is linked to mental and physical health hardships and population decline. Amongst the American Indians, where various larger animals were common, the designation “wolf-people” was bestowed especially on the Pawnees, because, as we have seen, they best imitated wolves. The old manner of hunting antelope and deer: the hunter would disguise himself by covering his head with the head and skin of an antelope, and so be enabled to approach the game near enough to use his bow and arrow. Tradition says the Iroquois derived the music and action of the Buffalo dance while on an expedition against the Cherokee, from the bellowing and the movements of a herd of buffalo which they heard for the first time singing their favorite songs, bellowing and snorting…”

“What’s a biped?” asked Belle, dubiously.

Belllounds chimed up, looking my way. “I’ve no hunch to your game, but it’s slower’n I recollect you.”

“I’m hungry as a bear,” rejoined Nagual, as she took her seat, which was opposite Jack Pierce.

It was already past noon. Why was I wandering alone in this city of the dead? Is anyone listening to me?

“Where ‘ye you been?” Ludovic asked, curiously.

People were watching for Martians from the church towers. My brother, very luckily for him as it chanced, preferred to push on at once to the coast rather than wait for food, although all three of them were very hungry. And as I looked at this wide expanse of houses and factories and churches, silent and abandoned; as I thought of the multitudinous hopes and efforts, the innumerable hosts of lives that had gone to build this human reef, and of the swift and ruthless destruction that had hung over it all; when I realised that the shadow had been rolled back, and that men might still live in the streets, and this dear vast dead city of mine be once more alive and powerful, I felt a wave of emotion that was near akin to tears.

“Oh, there’s a man!… Jack Pierce, it is — yes, it’s Damarchus,” Belle exclaimed, excitedly.

The coming of each of these messengers is seen as the day of judgment to the adherents of the previous religion, who may choose to accept the new messenger and enter the “heaven” of belief, or denounce the new messenger and enter the “hell” of denial. Problems and risks in the domain of earth system governance include global warming, environmental degradation, including extinction of species, famine as a result of non-equitable resource distribution, human overpopulation, crop failures and non-sustainable agriculture.

“Ah!” whispered Nagual, as she gazed up at the aspen slope, with eyes lighting to battle.

The Zapotec writing system is one of the earliest writing systems in the Americas. The oldest example of the Zapotec script is a monument discovered in San José Mogote, dating from around 600 BCE. Zapotec writing was logographic and presumably syllabic. The remains of the Zapotec writing system are present in the monumental architecture. There are only a few extant inscriptions, making study of this writing system difficult. Only a few documents remained hidden and survived, leaving contemporary historians with glimpses of ancient culture and knowledge. The Norte Chico civilization (in present-day Peru) is one of the defining six original civilizations of the world, arising independently around the same time as that of Egypt.

“Run home, Nagual, an’ leave him to me,” said Ludovic.

“Why, good evening, Jack Pierce! Did you finally notice me?”

“Good night, Belle,” said Ludovic, as he reached his cabin. “An’ remember you’re not alone any more.”

I can best express my state of mind by saying that I wanted to be in at the death. The Midgard Serpent is known to be so large that it can wrap itself around the full length of the world and grasp its tail between its teeth. Dragon the Great was thrown down, that ancient serpent who is called Devil and Satan, the one deceiving the whole inhabited World — he was thrown down to earth and his angels were thrown down with him. Although most species are associated with water and damp habitats, some are specialised to live in trees or in deserts. They are found worldwide except for polar areas. A nanabolele is a water-dwelling dragon that comes from Basotho mythology. There are several tales that suggest that the dragon is the most important mythological creature of all.

Another pause, and he broke out again like one demented.

They believe that a rose plucked from a garden can plunge a family into conflict. They believe that the hands of a human beast will smoke when he slays a victim, and that this will cause him shame when a young maiden takes up residence in his home. They believe a thousand other simple things, an infinite reservoir of mystery still engulfs most of the outer cosmos.I will cast them into oblivion!

Nobody enlightened him.

“Your hand! Why is it all wrapped up?”

The rustler cowboy laughed with grim humor.

“I won’t guess … I daren’t guess.”

The state of forgetting completely, of being oblivious, unconscious, unaware, as when sleeping, drunk, or dead. Here I came once more upon the black powder in the streets and upon dead bodies. The hour was the blackest of the night when he made the thicket which enclosed his old camp. Here he turned the burro loose in the grass near the spring, and then lay down on his old bed of leaves. Cosmic strings are either infinite or they’re in loops, with no ends. What words for a dying man to whisper!

“Reckon you’d have it better if you say Buster, Jack Pierce,” replied Ludovic, with his tragic smile.

“Wal, Nagual, let’s go an’ get it,” said the rustler, cheerily. “I can always eat, anyhow.”

Such artificial frenzies had a serious effect upon the body, and more particularly the eyes. The werewolves, as we have seen, keep to the woods and the dark, of course in many cases to avoid detection. The earliest attested reports of draconic creatures resemble giant snakes. One possibility, although it would not necessarily lead to time travel, is solving the mystery of how certain particles can communicate instantaneously with each other faster than the speed of light. The umbilicus is a prominent scar on the abdomen, with its position being relatively consistent among humans.

“Yes. But we’re too far yet for them to make out who we are.”

“You bet. I see tracks every day. Missed him. But I reckon thar’s more varmints over in the Troublesome country back of White Slides.”

Her voice trailed off faintly.

I will cast them into oblivion!

The man in wolf-skin was already a lurking thief or enemy, or a destroyer of human life. If a hunter is close to an animal he imitates its movements. Some utter sounds. They best imitate wolves, and no doubt, to escape detection, disguised themselves as wolves. And as it somehow reminded him of his prospect in life, so it suddenly resembled the woman near him, only in her there was greater beauty and peril, a mystery more unsolvable, and something nameless that numbed his heart and dimmed his eye. He summoned next a four-dimensional fabric called space- time. When anything that has mass sits on that piece of fabric, it causes a dimple or a bending of space-time.

Samuel Madden’s Memoirs of the Twentieth Century (1733) is a series of letters from British ambassadors in 1997 and 1998 to diplomats in the past, conveying the political and religious conditions of the future. Madden does not explain how the angel obtains these documents, perhaps a sonic portal offering glimpses into the distant past, and illustrating the gradual persistence of evolution itself. We cannot build a time machine today, but could we in the future?

Some of the earliest known evidence of Turkic origins was found in the Yenisei Valley in the form of stelae, stone monoliths and memorial tablets dating from between the 7th and 9th centuries AD, along with some documents that were found in China’s Xinjiang region.

He is later found, nearly dead, lying by the shore of a lake.

Ultimately the best antidote to genocide is popular education and the development of social and cultural tolerance for diversity. All are merely ideal-typical representations of reality that are meant to help us think more clearly about social and cultural processes which he did not understand. And the universe teemed with them in the early days-were naturally woven such personifications, marvellous interpretations, and sensations of awe and fear as would be hit upon by a race having few and simple ideas and limited experience. The unknown, being likewise the unpredictable, became for our primitive forefathers a terrible and omnipotent source of boons and calamities visited upon mankind for cryptic and wholly extra-terrestrial reasons, and thus clearly belonging to spheres of existence whereof we know nothing and wherein we have no part.

The Great Red Dragon knocks “a third of the sun … a third of the moon, and a third of the stars” out the sky and pursues the Woman of the Apocalypse.

So, taking several small stones with him, he stepped and slid down to the edge of the slope where he had left his rifle and boots. He placed the stones some yards apart. A tense, surcharged instant — then all four travelers, as if released by some galvanized current of rapidity, flashed into action. Guns boomed in unison. Spurts of red, clouds of smoke, ringing reports, and hoarse cries filled the cabin.

Nagual faced him, white and mute. My fantasy wilted. There is no cabin. She appeared bewildered, the cabin was as it has always been, up ahead, clean and waiting for visitors. I have no explanation for this mundane continuity. Nagual speaks.

“I ask of you a little of this childlike sympathy and, to bring us luck, let me speak four truly magic words. Once upon a time…”


Submitted: June 29, 2021

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