The best view we can get of our much less notable NC version of Moose Pond via Google Street View. Still — something.
I wonder if these Moose Lodge people have any idea that they meet at such a special place in our geographic landscape. That’s what I’m aiming to find out next. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0209, Google Street View, Mythopolis
We sent our Osamu Sato double of Okama Majo down to Denmark ME which was logical since he’s attached to that town name through the only two manifestations of Sato across our Great US of A (IL and SC). We’ve already reviewed this a bit in photo-novel 0042, post 0406.
https://bakerbloch.com/2024/03/31/00420406/
The Denmark in this case is at the lower edge of Moose Pond, the best known example of that name. In a much less known example in NC, it had already been marked with an X, the exact center between the Burke County line on the eastern edge of Penelope NC and the Burke County line that crosses the Old Catawba River Dam on its west edge. East and west boundaries, with this in the middle. Funtastic.
Moose Pond — or Moose Sea in Mythos terminology — acted as a kind of control valve for the entire perpetual river surrounding the planet, turning its flow on and off as needed. The body of water’s size fluctuated greatly as a result. Okama Majo was here in Denmark in the Great State of Maine to see if any clues had been left behind for us to see. He takes a pic of the Moose Pond dam from the road at the heart of the town. But that wasn’t it.
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In checking around more, Okama finds nothing else down here in Google Street View. We’ll have to move on; so many indicators, though.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0207, Google Street View, Illinois, Maine, Mythopolis, South Carolina
“I think I’ve entered the punk phase of my photo-novels, er, Wheeler,” I only half joke, also thinking of “Tamala 2010: A Punk Cat in Space”. “Shorter posts, shorter sections. No more long sprawling concept stuff. I’m condensing. Saying what’s real — getting to the real part.”
“Sure,” she said, now wearing a punk outfit herself to match my mood. She spat on the floor beside her, wiped her mouth. No, not *that* punk, I think. Not the violence and anger, just the condensing. Like alchemy.
“Alchemy?” she questioned after I summarized this to her. She dutifully started wiping the floor with one of her kleenexes. That she didn’t have since there were no pockets in her outfit. Maybe later. But still: the wiping. At least for this post. Going on too long…
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The next thing I found myself telling her was about the dam. Old Catawba River, I explained. The boat… made it and didn’t make it at once. Floating down the perpetual river now in one reality. Mythos.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0205, Mythopolis, Planet Q
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Y3hUMuaTvk&t=22s
The Martians weren’t these ugly monster people. They were human beings and very advanced. We became so negative at the time that it was us attacking them. We warred on other planets.
“We met on a beach, remember? Green waters not blue. Blue was not allowed here. Not after Zambolis.”
“I’m glad you said the Mythos equivalent of [delete name] and not [delete name] itself.”
“You’re welcome! We still work as a team.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0106, MARS, Mythopolis, New Island, Omega
“In olden days it was known as Zambolis. Well. That wasn’t *exactly* true. It was Orient (as opposed to Occident) on a planet, a (defined) sphere, that kind of paralleled the world of Our Second Lyfe, correct.” We’d already established, long long ago, that this planet was called Mythos and was based upon my home county near but not in the NC Mtns. Close enough?
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“I got tired of hearing about soulmates from Kammie. I mean, we’re great *friends*, we get along remarkably well — all told, ha.”
“The Venus issue,” I guess again as Andie the foreign green or blue mid-sectioned alien kept speaking and explaining her position — positions. I’d speculated long ago what we were — but it’s more obviously what I’d call counterparts in my limited understanding of the cosmic subject. Like in Alabama.
“What is this Venus energy?” she said. I couldn’t tell if she was prompting me for an answer or if she already knew the answer. Because this was a sticking point. “Where did it all start?” she followed up.
Here. In Blue Mountain. Better get back to it.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0104, Alabama, Blue Mountain, Google Street View, Haze County, Mythopolis, New Island, Omega
He called for what seemed like days, from all angles, even from the tracks on the bridge so he could use his normal voice from this distance, he felt. No Frank. No noone else either. Then while standing there he remembered the team nickname he’d been thinking about for a while. *Eleph*ants: still highlighting ants. Emerald Elephants. The elephant in the room, he freewheeled. He’s missing something that’s right in front of his face!
Or was it Eagles? Anyway, he knew he was focusing in on something. Almost there?
Oops, a train horn. Better get off that bridge, Philip, and into the next section. Quick!
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0048, 0316, Freya III, Jemison, Mythopolis, Starfield, Wazob
“Yeah, that’s him, Frank. I’d recognize those beady little eyes anywhere. And that smile!” Philip turns, realizes Frank is no longer with him. He calls anyway. “Frank? Franky boy — you here?” He stares around, then peers over at the conjunction of 2 streams below the railroad trestle bridge, lesser to greater. Copper to Silver some say, although he knows better about the former. This is Edward. Flowing into Silver directly below the train trestle marking the boundary between West and North; green and blue.
Frank says there’s people down there, Philip thinks while trying to spot any on the small peninsula. He knows they’d have to be tiny from his perspective, like ants. “Frank?” he says softer soas not to hurt littler ears. (TBC)
Filed under Wazob, Mythopolis, **VIRTUAL OT, 0315, 0048, Starfield, Jemison, Freya III
“And so Edward disappeared back into the woodwork with the seance, hopefully never to be seen again. The End. Thank you so much, Lexi — dawg — for your channeling efforts on this matter. I owe you big time.”
“You’re welcome. But… scroll back to the first picture, Frank,” she requested, trying to stay calm for appearances. She wanted to check and compare.
Yup, that’s him all right. Only the colored version of Pierrot was returned to the walls of the castle, she then knew, and even that might only be temporary. The white one was still out and about, and causing trouble by the looks of what was going on up on the hillside over there. Lexi didn’t have the heart to tell Frank the bad news.
Don’t believe him! Lexi wanted to cry to a potential convert also spied in the distance. Everything *can* be fixed. Her whole existence depends on that very truth.
(TBC)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Jeogeot, Mythopolis, 0314, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, 0048, Frank's Moving Castle
Sunklands 