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I had some time to think on the drive back to Saint Claire. Specifically, I thought about the writing on the wall. Earlier, at 3am (I determined after the fact), I'd had the word "BURNING" (all caps) written on the cabin wall. Kargamis was freaked by /something/ that'd been in the umbra, and there was a sensation of cold that lingered. While on "vacation" I'd gotten another one, again in charcoal, on the wall. This one said "We've sprung a leak" (not in all caps). kargamis was again flipping his shit. It seems like Emma, Salem, and Slug also got messages. It sounded like Emma and Salem got "The Center Cannot Hold" and Slug got "Turning and turning in the widening gyre." I recognized those two lines as being from a poem I'd had to read in an English Lit required class from SCCU. (Holy crap! That class might have actually paid off finally?) A quick Google showed it to be Yeats' "Second Coming." I read it. Apocalyptic. Satan's coming back. Yadda yadda. Since when did evil get so damn pretentious? (Assuming whatever it is is actually evil to begin with. This could be some complex prank.) The weird thing is that, somehow, "it" found me when I was in Phoenix, Arizona. I'm not sure what it is, but I don't care for being located like that--or so easily. Curiously, post-incidence, I could see no evidence that it was still tracking me. So.... What does that mean?
Another interesting thing? 3am. Why? From the numerous occult books I've read, 3am is spiritually significant as being the opposite of 3pm--when Christ supposedly died (which seems to be in theme with Yeats' "Second Coming" poem). 3am is also supposedly a time of death, for death to happen and for the dead to revisit the world. I imagine, if I were to study the gauntlet closely, I'd see it thin a little at 3am. Assuming Satan II is a literature fan, I unearthed that F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote about 3am in a short story called "The Crack Up." Potentially relevant snippet from that source:
Another interesting thing? 3am. Why? From the numerous occult books I've read, 3am is spiritually significant as being the opposite of 3pm--when Christ supposedly died (which seems to be in theme with Yeats' "Second Coming" poem). 3am is also supposedly a time of death, for death to happen and for the dead to revisit the world. I imagine, if I were to study the gauntlet closely, I'd see it thin a little at 3am. Assuming Satan II is a literature fan, I unearthed that F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote about 3am in a short story called "The Crack Up." Potentially relevant snippet from that source:
"But at three o’clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn’t work and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day. At that hour the tendency is to refuse to face things as long as possible by retiring into an infantile dream but one is continually startled out of this by various contacts with the world. . . . I only wanted absolute quiet to think out why I had developed a sad attitude towards sadness, a melancholy attitude toward melancholy, and a tragic attitude toward tragedy why I had become identified with the objects of my horror or compassion."
Does that mean something? I don't know. Maybe.... Maybe I'll ask the Hollow Ones out in Portland when I go see them soon.
Before I left Saint Claire, I took some ash and charcoal from my fireplace, where I transplanted a tiny bit of essence from the caern's flame, and packaged it up in a plastic baggie. When I get to Portland and get settled in a private spot, I'm going to ward the room, from the umbra, with the charcoal. Not a barrier ward, but a triggering ward to let me know there's been an invasion. And I'll be sitting inside that ward, in the realm, awake at 3am each night, with some NASTY Forces gathered and awaiting my release. Just in case.
I feel like I'm trying to catch Santa Claus. Or Black Peter, perhaps?
Another interesting factor? In texting Ghost, the Ronin who's new to town, I asked if she'd gotten writing. Nope. So the writing seems focused on those who have either been to the caern OR to members of this particular sept. Slug is doing some further poking about there, so we'll see how widespread this is within the sept itself.
Am I being included in this mess because the caern's totems accepted me? (Or, well, two out of three caern totems accepted me, at least.)
Does that mean something? I don't know. Maybe.... Maybe I'll ask the Hollow Ones out in Portland when I go see them soon.
Before I left Saint Claire, I took some ash and charcoal from my fireplace, where I transplanted a tiny bit of essence from the caern's flame, and packaged it up in a plastic baggie. When I get to Portland and get settled in a private spot, I'm going to ward the room, from the umbra, with the charcoal. Not a barrier ward, but a triggering ward to let me know there's been an invasion. And I'll be sitting inside that ward, in the realm, awake at 3am each night, with some NASTY Forces gathered and awaiting my release. Just in case.
I feel like I'm trying to catch Santa Claus. Or Black Peter, perhaps?
Another interesting factor? In texting Ghost, the Ronin who's new to town, I asked if she'd gotten writing. Nope. So the writing seems focused on those who have either been to the caern OR to members of this particular sept. Slug is doing some further poking about there, so we'll see how widespread this is within the sept itself.
Am I being included in this mess because the caern's totems accepted me? (Or, well, two out of three caern totems accepted me, at least.)
