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Post by Calavera Diablos on May 13, 2006 4:19:39 GMT -5
I'm 21, yay.
Birthday went nicely, got drunk with Yuko and spent a good 3 hours doing drunken karaoke. We did alot of Rocky Horror Picture Show numbers. She does a great Magenta and I'm officially Columbia.
Asked Al and Wyld about the Nike site. I'm planning on writing a short story horror piece based on the rumors about that place. I'm kind of afraid to go up there, yet I'm a huge skeptic at the same time. If there is a damn Crowley-esque pentagram with reverse angels names and freaky demonology symbols, I'm gonna break up the concrete. That place is a vortex of dark energy, so I don't know what good it'll do. I'm trying to figre out what the stupid circle is made out of. There aren't any brush strokes to indicate glow in the dark paint, but it doesn't show up during the daytime. It's too geometrical to be anything handmade though. How can you make a perfect 5 foot in diameter circle? I'd say maybe they had some kind of stencils to help with the symbols and names, but uhh. We're dealing with satanists, not graffiti artists. Hell, for all I know that thing could have been cast. One things for sure, I'm not standing in the middle of that thing. Al and Coll did and a freakin' time displacement occured. They got up there around 9pm and it's only a 10 minute walk from there to the car. They must have spent only 30 minutes there, but when they stepped back out of the ciircle and went back THE SAME WAY to the car, 4 hours had passed by. How do you explain that? Al and Coll watched the damn moon move across the sky. Wyld was definitely not into stepping into a magic circle made by satanists, so she didn't notice the whole thing until after they had gotten back to the car and looked at their watches. Freaky shit, man.
I think the info I got from them is sufficient. Maybe I'll take a few pictures of the freaky ass murals as a reference, but I'm writing a story, not doing a news article on it. I sort of want to avoid going there in general since bad vibes tend to make me vomit, but whenever I try to avoid the supernatural, it comes looking for me. Great.
Yay, I'm not afflicted with a horrible disease. I still have to get some minor surgery done though and that's going to suck.
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Post by Calavera Diablos on May 14, 2006 6:18:10 GMT -5
Martin and I got his girlfriend drunk. We had a Naruto drinking game, which was too easy, to say the least. I found out the house we were helping her dogsit belongs to a member of Deep Purple! I got drunk in his house! I knocked his cat off the sofa in a silly, inebriated act of clumsiness!
Martin and I then decided to check out the Nike missile silo in all of it's apparent spookiness. You know what I felt up there? A whole lotta nothing. Well, that and slight pain in my chest due to cruddy smokers lungs and having to hike uphill. The silo is kind of creepy at night just because it is dark and promises exciting time with deranged hobos, but ever since the Air Force renovated the place, it's empty.
We found the remains of the demonology circle, looks like the military sandblasted the crap outta the concrete. We found a lonely chunk they had managed to avoid, a distinct piece of the (Al claims 5 foot, Martin claims larger) pentagram with barely readable symbols. I found a chunk of hardly blasted concrete that had "Mammon" written backwards on it. Well, slap my mouth.
Upon further inspection, we noticed that what remained of the pentagram was actually etched into the concrete, which supports Wyld's suspicion that people would often "refresh" the circle. Martin remembers it (his first visit was around age 12) being painted on the concrete in white before the military painted over it, then blue spraypaint was used (ages 15- 17). Again, it was covered, then Al and Wyld say around that time (early to mid 20's) is when they checked the weird spot out for themselves and it appeared to be glow in the dark paint or some other phosphorous material that was not visible by daylight, nor were there any evidence of brushstrokes.
I'm really not sure what to call this, other than evidence of those crazy 70's cults that eventually led to SRA. It's pretty much common knowledge in that city that back then, there were way too many groups about a step and a half away from becoming the next Manson family. The fact that the military had so much trouble with the cults in the underground bunkers was amazing. I still don't know what exactly they thought they were, Satanists (definitely not by Modern standards), Demonologists, or Crowley-fanboys.
The hike was lovely in the dark and we started joking around about the time displacement claims Wyld and Al made. Al, I can see making up weird shit, but not really Wyld. She has her head on straight and listens to reason. So, why exactly did she believe all this happened? No one in the group was on drugs... Curious. Martin did admit that during certain times of the year the place simply feels dangerous. He's been hanging out on the nice little trails near that missile silo all of his life, so he's very used to them. He couldn't exactly pinpoint the details for me. As kind of a what the hell experiment, we've decided to make another trip back there on a full moon, the key factor to Al and Wyld's story. Honestly, I'm not expecting anything to happen now that that circle is destroyed. Maybe what Martin feels is simply an echo of the horrible things that went on inside those bunkers.
We made a loop arund the several dors leading to the bunkers. I wasn't feeling anything negative, nor was I expecting it once I saw the sandblasted concrete slab. I was just happy to be out on the trails. We saw a little fox run up the hill towards the military housing they built years ago. Just as we approached some double doors (mind you, no different than the endless ones I had just seen), I glanced at them and my heart stopped. I didn't see anything wrong, I just felt it. My heart literally skipped a beat and I started to feel queasy, not unlike a similar experience I had in England near that weird hill. I just wanted to get the fuck away from those doors. Once we hit the trail again, we went back to making jokes and I felt better. When we do return, I'm definitely steering clear of those doors. They're welded shut, I mean there's nothing to be afraid of, but I just don't like the energy radiating off that entrance.
When we got back to Wyld's, I told her the trip was relatively uneventful, aside from the creepy factor near those doors. She gave me one of those "well, duh" looks and proceeded to explain that the cult used to use the bunker levels at that entrance. Before it was heavily welded shut, Coll, Al, and Ernie used to break in there all the time to take pictures of the abandoned murals. She then proceeded to show me PICTURES of the damn things. It was creepy as hell. Entire walls covered with depictions of satyrs raping naked young women, legions of men in dark hoods riding black horses, a red dragon rising from a gaping chasm of fire. Charming. God, I'm glad the military sealed those bunkers off.
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Post by Calavera Diablos on May 31, 2006 2:36:55 GMT -5
“What a Day for a Wild Child”
I feel great.
I got mugged outside of Sharkeez, but I don’t even care by this point. Any other time, I would have obsessed about it for weeks, thought nasty, violent things, but eh. Shit happens, right?
I’m going to hold a summer solstice party at my house (nudity optional, j/k), which will hopefully lure all of my witch friends out of the woodwork. Hooray for a night of dancing, drinking, and feasting.
I made friends with the latest manager of Soothe Your Soul, the pagan lite shop compared to PoL. It’s good for oils and stones. Anyway, this girl is quite nice. Very relaxed compared to Rena, the Russian tornado. She’s dating a guy who works as a fitness coach for a soccer team. She always sees me buying stuff for friends, so today she helped me treat myself. She invited me to a few bead working classes and a free clinic for a practitioner of TCM (Traditional Chinese Medicine). I’m shocked she hasn’t met my mother yet, as she’s in that shop far more than I am.
We had a small barbecue for Memorial Day with the family. Carol Lu is doing well. After her operation, she looks like she’s getting back to her old self. Thank god she quit smoking, it nearly killed her. Ross is sort of getting better, but he always tends to focus on the negative, like I do, so I can’t blame him.
I heard this song called Wind by this Japanese pop singer who likes to sing english lyrics. I’d heard the song before, but now that I’ve heard it again at this point in my life, it’s really become my theme song.
Cultivate your hunger before you idealize Motivate your anger to make them all realize Climbing the mountain, never coming down Break into the contents, never falling down
My knees are still shaking, like I was twelve Sneakin’ out the classroom, by the backdoor A man railed at me twice, but I didn’t care Waiting is wasting for people like me
Don’t try to live so wise Don’t cry, cause you’re so right Don’t dry with fakes or fears Cause you will hate yourself in end
You say “Dreams are dreams” Well, I ain’t gonna play the fool anymore I say, “Cause I still got my soul”
Take your time, baby, your blood needs slowing down Breach your soul to reach yourself before you gloom Reflections of fears make shadows of nothing Shadows of nothing...
You still are blind if you see a winding road Cause there’s always a straight way to the point you see
Don’t try to live so wise Don’t cry, cause you’re so right Don’t try with fakes or fears, cause you will hate yourself in end
Cause you will hate yourself in the end...
I read a book on the meaning of names, and mine felt pretty dead on. It said the name Jamie belongs to a walking hurricane, a person who reacts like dynamite. They’re completely at home working on five projects at once. Despite the fact that we spent alot of time at work, we are exceedingly devoted to friends and family. We’re very sensitive to people around us. We often become mediators for others, then forget to recharge our own batteries. Jamie belongs to a person who never really feels at home in an orthodox religion, but favors a belief that we are all connected through the circles and cycles of life.
I’m going to have to get a new job this summer, so why not Points of Light? I can handle crystal’s personality with humor and respect and I’m pretty good at keeping the idiots out of the store. I’d just have to learn who is out “family” other than Wyld and Dan.
Another project I’m working on besides the webcomics, carving boxes for mom, and painting, is redecorating my room. I’m trying to kill off my packrat tendencies so I can make room for a new drawing table and a larger desk for a hopefully larger scanner and a better digital printer for selling my artwork.
I managed to clean off my altar space, it was getting pretty nasty near the end. I’m trying to get Wyld off the computer so much so she can help me work on the garden more. It sort of died due to negligence, but I think it’s high time I started growing veggies and herbs again. Having my own rosemary was always nice, too many aromatherapy shops charge up the ass for things you can easily make yourself.
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