Saturday, April 6, 2019

The Atlantean Thrones and the Valve

I can’t sleep, again. I see them all over me, figures that look like demons, human with horns of all kinds, twisted and spiraling in different directions, all of them running towards me trying to hurt me, I have something at the ready to bring them down too, it’s not like I run through the tunnels without being at the ready in one way or the other.

It’s the valve, that stupid moss colored valve that continues to push forth all this shit through the tunnels, and everywhere in general, but I can’t fully blame it, I am responsible for bringing them here too, without caring much as to what consequences this could have in the long run, although I must admit that only very few have ever managed to achieve anything of particular value, the scoreboard still gives us more points than all of their houses combined, also if they were not breaking each other down every time they see the opportunity they would have achieved more, this was also done on purpose though, one of the few things I am proud of them is that they control their own population by their own means.

Back to the damned valve, it’s not the valve itself, hidden inside a temple over at a city that was swallowed by the desert twenty thousand years ago, it’s the energy its attached to that makes it a gateway, to be blunt, this valve belonged to the main reactor line inside the core of Atlantis, once the valve was closed and the valve pulled off the reactor went very fast into critical mass, the entire city at that point had been lost to the madness of the inhabitants, Lovecraft described it better than anyone else, this city with strange non-geometrical forms that make no sense to the human mind, considering that the human mind was and continues to be in a rather primitive state in comparison to our Atlantean cousins this is understandable, they went too far, too deep, too fast, in the end the city was more of a hellish landscape than an actual city of “Peace and Prosperity” as it once had been announced, the only logical thing to do back then was to sink it and sink it we did, we also, by we I mean I, miscalculated the amount of time it would take for the reactor to go critical and we barely made it out, while this did not destroy the city in its entirety it brought it down into the pacific ocean where it will probably remain for another millennia, a couple of centuries if humanity figures out the importance of the city.

We go back to the valve, again; the energy emanated from the reactor and the inhabitants permeated on everything, the world is full of this energy which is not visible from outside Earth due to a long standing veil created to protect humanity from what lives outside of our home planet, this works both ways so we can’t see anything and they can’t see us, but we also have to deal with our own demons and no one is ready to face an onslaught of Atlanteans, not yet.

All except a few are ready, one sits at the Throne of the Pillars, the throne of one of the Atlantean Lords when the city still existed, there is a gate behind the throne which connected to one of the gates inside the core, while this gate is currently not functioning due to the energy being cut off from the core it could potentially be re-routed to be used through other gates, the danger this poses to the planet is considerable but there are two problems.

The first problem is that there is little recollection of the existence of the pillars and their purpose, those who know do not visit as there is no reason to, in another plane this is a small fortress with no visible purpose other than watch the crossing of the Mediterranean through close proximity from Gibraltar, it is no coincidence that the British decided to keep it.

The second problem is that of those who do visit and stay there have a tendency of going mad with seclusion, since this is a small fortress there is nothing inside of it aside from a set of barracks, a small patio and the throne room where the pillars can be seen, the current guardian holds no objection with being there but it does not stay there often citing no need to do so. I do not concur with the guardian but it is also understandable that after one hundred thousand years it is near impossible for the gate to be used in any way or form, it is also possible that the gate is non-functional from this side too but we go back to square one, by the time Atlantis fell mostly everyone had forgotten how the things around them worked and everything was taken as-is, if it worked fine, if it didn’t it was lost, there was no way to fix it, only the school of engineers had a slight idea of how things worked but going through the voluminous materials available to them was an impossible task for anyone.

Even today I still have not managed to go through the entirety of the archives, I have sat for centuries, reincarnating time and time again, just to try and figure out chapters which are so esoteric that only those who wrote them would ever understand what they meant, if they even understood what they were writing about.

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The Atlantean Thrones and the Valve

I can’t sleep, again. I see them all over me, figures that look like demons, human with horns of all kinds, twisted and spiraling in differ...