Carl Ellis Journal February 1929 - Revision history

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Chazathoth moved page Carl Ellis Journal 1929 to Carl Ellis Journal February 1929: Misnamed; contains only Feb 1929 journal entries.

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	Goodbye [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Emerson.2C_Carl\|Carl]]. In a few minutes we shall be leaving for the funeral, and I shall have to say goodbye once and for all to a very dear friend.		Goodbye [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Emerson.2C_Carl\|Carl]]. In a few minutes we shall be leaving for the funeral, and I shall have to say goodbye once and for all to a very dear friend.

	<br>It seems as though, in some ways, his death has not been official until now. Not final. In my heart, like Zelda, I have waited near the coffin, searching for some sign or signal, some hint of motion or return. Now that is done with. In an hour, two, he will be placed forever in the vault of the dead. The door will be closed, and it will be finished.		<br>It seems as though, in some ways, his death has not been official until now. Not final. In my heart, like [[TheStarsAreRight:OtherCharacters#Zelda aka Miranda\|Zelda]], I have waited near the coffin, searching for some sign or signal, some hint of motion or return. Now that is done with. In an hour, two, he will be placed forever in the vault of the dead. The door will be closed, and it will be finished.

	<br>Let the record show that I miss my friend. I loved him, and he is gone. So bright, so agile, so beautiful in his daring... now I am Daedalus, watching my glorious Icarus fall helplessly to the sea. There is no fault to be taken, no one to blame, yet he went forth for me, for our common dream, and died.		<br>Let the record show that I miss my friend. I loved him, and he is gone. So bright, so agile, so beautiful in his daring... now I am Daedalus, watching my glorious Icarus fall helplessly to the sea. There is no fault to be taken, no one to blame, yet he went forth for me, for our common dream, and died.

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 '''Wednesday, 27 February 1929 -- Wisphers Estate - Chalone-Sur-Saone, France'''
 Goodbye [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Emerson.2C_Carl|Carl]].  In a few minutes we shall be leaving for the funeral, and I shall have to say goodbye once and for all to a very dear friend.
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 <br>Paris is outside my window.
 <br>Awful thought:  What if the choice of 'Them or Us' is more real than we have dreamed?  What if it must be either their Receptacle or ours on the crossing points, when the gates open and the Time arrives?  Brr!

Ladyejan at 05:44, 9 November 2011

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	<br>I was right about one thing: the Malleus was not written until the 1480s! So, either its authors have a rather odd notion of honoring their spiritual forebears, or else Sprenger (Spengler? Spencer?) and Kramer were already two hundred-odd years of age at that time! So it is circumstantially likely that the witch hunts were used, if not actually devised, by the Black Man and his ilk precisely to bring down neutrals and opposition, and to sew so much superstition and fear that they were left a virtual monopoly on spiritual investigation in Europe, except for the weak, the flawed, mercenaries and would-be Satanists; a very ripe field for the plucking! Thank heaven for Pierre.		<br>I was right about one thing: the Malleus was not written until the 1480s! So, either its authors have a rather odd notion of honoring their spiritual forebears, or else Sprenger (Spengler? Spencer?) and Kramer were already two hundred-odd years of age at that time! So it is circumstantially likely that the witch hunts were used, if not actually devised, by the Black Man and his ilk precisely to bring down neutrals and opposition, and to sew so much superstition and fear that they were left a virtual monopoly on spiritual investigation in Europe, except for the weak, the flawed, mercenaries and would-be Satanists; a very ripe field for the plucking! Thank heaven for Pierre.

	<br>On the [[/The_Island_Family\|Families]]: There are two of them inside, [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters#Roth.2C_Miriam\|Miriam]] (I hope) and another. And a third, watching, outside. This is getting more complicated than I had hoped. I pray, I pray -- I do not want confrontation, or violence -- but what else may there be? Are they alert? Will they fight?		<br>On the [[The_Island_Family\|Families]]: There are two of them inside, [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters#Roth.2C_Miriam\|Miriam]] (I hope) and another. And a third, watching, outside. This is getting more complicated than I had hoped. I pray, I pray -- I do not want confrontation, or violence -- but what else may there be? Are they alert? Will they fight?

	<br>I will not. That I know.		<br>I will not. That I know.

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Ladyejan at 05:37, 9 November 2011

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	Goodbye [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Emerson.2C_Carl\|Carl]]. In a few minutes we shall be leaving for the funeral, and I shall have to say goodbye once and for all to a very dear friend.		Goodbye [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Emerson.2C_Carl\|Carl]]. In a few minutes we shall be leaving for the funeral, and I shall have to say goodbye once and for all to a very dear friend.

	It seems as though, in some ways, his death has not been official until now. Not final. In my heart, like Zelda, I have waited near the coffin, searching for some sign or signal, some hint of motion or return. Now that is done with. In an hour, two, he will be placed forever in the vault of the dead. The door will be closed, and it will be finished.		<br>It seems as though, in some ways, his death has not been official until now. Not final. In my heart, like Zelda, I have waited near the coffin, searching for some sign or signal, some hint of motion or return. Now that is done with. In an hour, two, he will be placed forever in the vault of the dead. The door will be closed, and it will be finished.

	Let the record show that I miss my friend. I loved him, and he is gone. So bright, so agile, so beautiful in his daring... now I am Daedalus, watching my glorious Icarus fall helplessly to the sea. There is no fault to be taken, no one to blame, yet he went forth for me, for our common dream, and died.		<br>Let the record show that I miss my friend. I loved him, and he is gone. So bright, so agile, so beautiful in his daring... now I am Daedalus, watching my glorious Icarus fall helplessly to the sea. There is no fault to be taken, no one to blame, yet he went forth for me, for our common dream, and died.

	It is a bitter thing.		<br>It is a bitter thing.

	The day has been hushed, overly still. Everyone waits for the evening, for the end. So many of them. Even [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Cromwell.2C_Jonathan\|Cromwell]] will attend. Even [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers#White.2C_Andrew\|Andrew White]], who left his home in Cuba the moment he read my letter, and has only now arrived. A heroic testimonial.		<br>The day has been hushed, overly still. Everyone waits for the evening, for the end. So many of them. Even [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Cromwell.2C_Jonathan\|Cromwell]] will attend. Even [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers#White.2C_Andrew\|Andrew White]], who left his home in Cuba the moment he read my letter, and has only now arrived. A heroic testimonial.

	After the service we will come here. I hope it will not be so quiet and sad, then. This could be another Gathering; yet everyone is alone within themselves.		<br>After the service we will come here. I hope it will not be so quiet and sad, then. This could be another Gathering; yet everyone is alone within themselves.

	I am ready to move on, though setting aside my mourning will be no small task. A small space of grief inside -- it colours everything in the world.		<br>I am ready to move on, though setting aside my mourning will be no small task. A small space of grief inside -- it colours everything in the world.

	The cars are here. It is time. I do not think I will write again to-night.		<br>The cars are here. It is time. I do not think I will write again to-night.

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	The cars are here. It is time. I do not think I will write again to-night.		The cars are here. It is time. I do not think I will write again to-night.

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	Thursday, 28 February 1929 -- On a Train -'''		'''Thursday, 28 February 1929 -- On a Train -'''

	We are off again. The two of us, [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers#Grimaldi.2C_Antonio\|Tony]], [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters#Stanton.2C_Alexandria_Elyse_.28nee_Durrell.29\|Alexandria]], and [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Lameroux.2CCarole\|Miss Lamoreaux]], who will be leaving us in Paris. The rest of us are off for London.		We are off again. The two of us, [[TheStarsAreRight:ActivePlayers#Grimaldi.2C_Antonio\|Tony]], [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters#Stanton.2C_Alexandria_Elyse_.28nee_Durrell.29\|Alexandria]], and [[TheStarsAreRight:InactivePlayers#Lameroux.2CCarole\|Miss Lamoreaux]], who will be leaving us in Paris. The rest of us are off for London.

Ladyejan at 05:35, 9 November 2011

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	**Presumed to be a reference to Miriam Roth.
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			**Presumed to be a reference to Miriam Roth.''

Ladyejan at 05:33, 9 November 2011

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	I was right about one thing: the Malleus was not written until the 1480s! So, either its authors have a rather odd notion of honoring their spiritual forebears, or else Sprenger (Spengler? Spencer?) and Kramer were already two hundred-odd years of age at that time! So it is circumstantially likely that the witch hunts were used, if not actually devised, by the Black Man and his ilk precisely to bring down neutrals and opposition, and to sew so much superstition and fear that they were left a virtual monopoly on spiritual investigation in Europe, except for the weak, the flawed, mercenaries and would-be Satanists; a very ripe field for the plucking! Thank heaven for Pierre.		I was right about one thing: the Malleus was not written until the 1480s! So, either its authors have a rather odd notion of honoring their spiritual forebears, or else Sprenger (Spengler? Spencer?) and Kramer were already two hundred-odd years of age at that time! So it is circumstantially likely that the witch hunts were used, if not actually devised, by the Black Man and his ilk precisely to bring down neutrals and opposition, and to sew so much superstition and fear that they were left a virtual monopoly on spiritual investigation in Europe, except for the weak, the flawed, mercenaries and would-be Satanists; a very ripe field for the plucking! Thank heaven for Pierre.

	On the Families: There are two of them inside, [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters#Roth.2C_Miriam\|Miriam]] (I hope) and another. And a third, watching, outside. This is getting more complicated than I had hoped. I pray, I pray -- I do not want confrontation, or violence -- but what else may there be? Are they alert? Will they fight?		On the [[/The_Island_Family\|Families]]: There are two of them inside, [[TheStarsAreRight:ImportantNonCharacters#Roth.2C_Miriam\|Miriam]] (I hope) and another. And a third, watching, outside. This is getting more complicated than I had hoped. I pray, I pray -- I do not want confrontation, or violence -- but what else may there be? Are they alert? Will they fight?

	I will not. That I know.		I will not. That I know.

Ladyejan at 05:31, 9 November 2011

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