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!
“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)
“He said he was this guy. I’m telling you Frank. These walls are haunted!”
“Simmer down, Philip. Say he *gave* this to you?”
“Yeah; just dropped it into my inventory and then vanished. Said he lived here. He’s lived here for a long time. Behind the fireplace; in the walls. Watching. This is a colored version of him where I saw a white one. But I know they’re the same. And… sorry about saying the word colored,” he apologized while looking over at his black friend, who took the mention in stride. “Like black-and-white and colored TVs I suppose,” Philip needlessly continued the apology. “No harm meant.”
“Watching, huh. Creepy.” Frank didn’t believe Philip’s story but was just going along for the ride.
“Like I said, Pierrot’s the name. Edward Pierrot. Said he died here or something, then mentioned Alabama. But now he’s back, he said. Like the Alabama Phoenix, whatever that means.”
“But… Phoenix is in Arizona. Dawg,” he added to make it more authentically him.
“I don’t know. But I, um, might not be coming up as much, Frank, to be honest with you. He’s *watching*. How can I play pinball in peace and escape all the stress of the world if I know *that*.”
“Truly an issue. Well, tell you what, Philip. I’ll dig into it, maybe hire some kind of exorcist, you know.”
“Really?” exuded Philip, still not catching on that Frank doesn’t believe anything he’s saying. “That would be *great*, bud.” And he punched him on the shoulder to show his gratitude and then excused himself, saying he’s late for dinner with Lexi down at the sea. He still didn’t like Frank to call Nawt Vaya a lake but Frank doesn’t do that much anymore. He’s caught on too. He likes it here! No dead fish smell, etc. Much better than the Alamo where it/they came from. “Remember the Alamo,” Philip likes to say. “And then forget all about it,” he adds the punchline, the joke of it all. Alamo > Nawt Vaya. Fate, they’ve determined. Lexi too in her own special way and special place manner.
After he went home, Frank continued to stare at the painting Philip left behind. Frank can’t return it immediately or Philip will see it show up in his lost and found folder and maybe get wise to his little game. So he just moves the thing up into the ceiling so he won’t have to look at it all the time. He’d have to talk to Lexi about Philip’s new issues first chance he gets. Maybe an extension of the ones we’ve seen him saddled with in photo-novel 47 — just completed in the nick of time for its end of August deadline, yay!
Tom Casey always drives fast down the road leading to the club house, because it passes through the dreaded front nine where he almost always plays bogie golf or worse. But it’s a necessary evil to prim and properly reach his beloved back nine… and the 17th hole. Had he replaced the flagpole from the last hole in one? He wasn’t sure.
In an alternate reality, the renegade or rebel space travelers from Sharon province of Wazob of Mythos planet *did* make it into the heart of Whitehead Crossing and established their base at Edward’s Stone. All kinds of evidence for this, a predominant example being the Green Turtle formation (Green Turtle was a city in the Edwardston metro area of Mythos). And of course Grey Seal, or Grey Rock + Seal Stone, is also directly predicted in Mythos’ Edwardston’s related names through the nearby city of Sealston, not a part of Edwardston metro but in the same province. Sealston stands for Seal Stone, although, again, that’s not the origin of the name. Later I associated it with a Blue Mtn. artist named Seal that the wife also knew, I believe. I saw one of her works hanging in an office I visited about a year or two back while on official business at my job. The travelers mentioned are rebels because they identify with the concept of “yellow down” over “Greenup” championed by the Wazob unification supporters. Unification of Wazob (green) suppresses or absorbs Sharon (yellow), just like Eob did before with Wurme (lower octave).
Monkey City’s Pope Project is another symbol of destruction for Sharon. Nearby Edwardboro’s POPE (Wurme) is the regrowth of same in a newer, stronger form. The POPE is represented by a beanstalk, as it is shaped similarly. In an alternate US where US Grant was hidden away in a back pocket, the South and its rebels won the Civil War.
Rock Meadows in Gene Fade’s “Fade to Moss” sought out his creator Sinclair (The Maker). But when finding his grave, realized he no longer dwelt on this plane. He instead became Blue Skies Mr. way up in the clouds, with Whitehead or white hair. The concept of Whitehead Crossing is bourne. Whitehead is X-ed out because he is dead. When your hair turns white, you are edging towards death, the great beyond. Life not death is the great adventure? Anyway, Sinclair as Blue Skies Mr. became a deity to worship from beyond the grave. This is Jesus and God in one. The colors were set up: Green(head), Red (Head), Blue (Skies Mr.), and White(head X-ing). The colors were planted in [Washington Co.] Florida, along with Noru(m), a central device. An association between Florida and Maine is implied. A gateway to Monhegan Island also opened up near Edward’s Stone and the Green Turtle. Their woodland fairies entered Whitehead Crossing and interbred with the natives (there is record previously in this blog of at least one fairy entering The Crossing from the Maine island). The offspring could easily move between the 2 dimensions. A Monhegan Island artist found the portal and corrupted it. Whitehead Crossing natives learned a valuable lesson about the damage artists and their publicly fueled egos could inflict. They distanced themselves from other artists. They are still getting over this. One of their kind said: “I want to be an artist”. And they turned him away from it.
Rock’s Meadow on the eastern edge of Whitehead X-ing was sort of balanced by Mall Meadows to the west. Famous for its 5 sided mall and 5 shot lattes. 4 Sticks downtown area of 5 Bottles was in easy view. But Mall Meadows was not to be a place for human artists and their ego, no. The rebel native would not be allowed to help the human who desired such, no. You have to see the toys and their consequence. They come from the same place and that’s the dumps. They reinforce this to the youngster who desires to be like the human. You will sink into the pits, they said. No, you will not go down that path.
Mall Meadows was a great gathering place. Those from Red Head came from the east. Those from Greenhead to the north. Those from Whitehead were both there and in the west. The Blue people from above, a place beyond the tomb and the womb (The Eternals?). What formed from this overlap? 5 sided, we know.
Orange Hill (Florida) is yet another color to blend into The Crossing mix. Home, perhaps of Mr. and Mrs. Dundee and Castle Dundee, later turned into an art gallery (same as the Fal Mouth Moon gallery apparently).
Link between Whitehead X-ing and Monhegan Island comes through Little Whitehead, a rock formation in Maine and a small creek in my area. A former fairy bridge linking the two realms was seen spanning the creek several years back, but is now gone. I have photos, however, and the bridge (and its subsequent absence) is featured in the first Whitehead Crossing related collage of the Falmouth series (speaking of Fal Mouth Moon), collage 45 I believe.
Whitehead Crossing closed the portal between Collagesity and Nautilus City, and allowed the former to remain independent and not be absorbed by the latter.
Grey Seal is the *original* one thing on top of another thing. Could it also be surrounded by film?
Little Brown and Little White bottles of Lion’s Roar, just laid down on the ground in prep for Sandy, perhaps not to be set up again until the spring or later.
Bowers Island and Browns Island:
Also important, and points to Zircon (formerly Confederation), the central province of Wazob, which is also traditionally assoc. with the color brown as a whole; contains Brown and Bowers territories. I thought of Zircon when writing the little tale of Knock picking up Little Brown and becoming gigantic in the process (*Chuck* Laser is biggest basketball star of the Zircon Zappers). Like my “High Octave Story” set in Zircon. Charlie Brown is nicknamed Chuck in Peanuts.
Notice also these can translate to possessive words, like Brown’s, Bowers’, White’s. Means bottles own the islands?? Is this a message from the prostrated bottles themselves? Do they think they’re dead now?
But I found all this in looking at the area surrounding the only US Pallas (extreme left on map), which Poe’s Raven perched on all during his poem of the same name. Pallas=wisdom.
Also perhaps notable from map: Red Cross village found at mouth of a Mouse Creek, which also contains Urban upsteam. Also compared Lion’s Roar to cardboard city of 12 Oz Mouse just recently, and also Dead End Street unites the two (with a Little Green bottle at the end of it according to Knock, which actually doesn’t exist in Lion’s Roar, although you have a larger green bottle that he may actually have been referring to).
More:
Yards Mtn. as a whole as Pennsylvania, the location of the map containing the islands and Pallas above. Pennsylvania has also been strongly related to Herman’s Grave, similarly on Yards Mtn. and at the edge of a meadow. Specifically, the sw corner county of Greene.
Sunklands 