Showing posts with label mystic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mystic. Show all posts

5/1/11

Delusion (pt2)

    I was genuinely surprised by the woman's choice to leave her "unreachable" husband's journal to my custody. I was even more baffled by the manuscript's contents. As it turns out, the events that were recorded in it were stretched out on a period of 13 months.But I specifically recalled that the preacher's residence in the Nhutbian tribe was longer than a year and a half.
   I immediately began the study of the manuscript.This is when I had my first glimpse of the horrific realities that I   would so soon discover...
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   The preacher's name was John Barry Bowers, he worked as an religious colonist for the I.C.A-The International Conservative Association- his job was to help the last few members of the North African tribes to adhere to the nearest urban or rural areas and to help them understand how the world works around them while conserving and recording their traditions and rituals. He was supposed to focus on the last untouched Nhutbian tribes, and record their behaviour, and to teach them Christianity's basics.
   His first four months were spent in the presence of a bigger tribe, the only thing that was worth a second look from his recordings were two days in April when the whole tribe suddenly entered a state of complete idleness that later evolved into a very aggressive-"berserkish"-fever. The records state that in those two days the tribesmen were acting like savage beasts for exactly three hours, followed by another three hours of idleness and so on, every eight hours a sixth of them fell into a deep trance from which they couldn't be awaken. One of the savages suddenly attacked him during one of the tribe's berserk fits, Mr. Bowers was able to react and to immobilise the tribesman until the idleness part of the cycle began again.
After the second day of madness ended the tribesmen who were engulfed in that deep trance awoke.
None of them could remember anything that happened in the previous two days, not even the Nhutbian who attacked John.

4/25/11

Delusion (pt1)

    Word that the Shaman is in the possession of some unidentified, ancient looking artefacts got to me from a Christian preacher working with one of the Nubian tribes...
At least this is what I have heard from his friends and family.I tried to talk to the man in person but I just couldn't reach him.

    I did not know-at the time- that the man was insane, and that his relatives only told me part of what the poor soul confessed to them in his hideous, bone-chilling seizures.He was sent home from Africa after he brutally murdered two of his former colleagues with nothing but some blunt cutlery.

     As I embarked upon the ship that was supposed to carry me to the Egyptian Port of Safaga, one of the preacher's relatives (his wife would be my best guess) stopped me to give me the preacher's Journal. She said that it might prove useful to me, and that she would be relieved if she got rid of it anyway.