The Alembic Valise

by John Luxton

  Agim walked around and climbed into the car. It was a hot day and the car had been sitting in the sun, because he had been unable earlier to find a shaded spot in the car park. This now necessitated using the air conditioning, which with barely a whisper produced a refrigerated draught at the touch of a button. It quickly cooled the two men inside. They continued their conversation but what they spoke of is lost to us.

  Chapter 53

  Levee Town was saved and now the level of the river water was dropping. Townsfolk stood on the roof of the town hall cheering. They still needed help but help would come. Joe paddled his canoe away from the swirling floodwater, out into midstream where the deep water was running more evenly. Where were the rescue boats? Fly Crow and see what you spy. But there was no need because a flotilla of boats was approaching, their engines generating a rising sonic cadence. Behind Joe there were shouts from the rooftops as the towns people saw them too. Dinghies with outboards, canal boats, pleasure craft, and at the front a blue sailing barge, the people on the deck were waving at Joe and calling his name, they seemed to know him. There were many more boats behind, still coming around the bend in the river.

  THE END

  INTERVIEWS

  Baba Zum and the Eleventh Coil – an interview with the ex Grandmaster of Le Serpent Noire (AKA the Blake Organisation).

  (He is seated in his favourite chair high above Halcyon Cove, a development on the outskirts of Odessa overlooking the Black Sea.)

  So why Odessa?

  Well as you probably know the global financial markets suffered a dramatic loss of liquidity back in 2007. And ordinary people say “well that doesn’t affect me because I’m not trying to borrow and my business is not speculatory”, but what they do not understand is that this ‘loss of liquidity’ was equivalent to a heart attack, and the patient is now dead. Countries that are trying to jolt the corpse back to life by printing money are deluded. This thing that was created will not live again and the corpse is slowly rotting. Microbes are beginning their work. This will of course take time; there has in effect been a war between the mammon and man and there is a clear winner. To talk at this stage of changing the system that caused this is delusional. Greed has won and the ordinary Joe is fucked far beyond his feeble comprehension.

  Destruction of assets does not mean that the rich loose their wealth – it means the poor will be crucified, the infrastructure will be overwhelmed by accelerating social strife and as sure as night follows day this period will be followed by war. And so in answer to your question, this seems as good a place as any to watch it unfold; and besides the Ukraine is a bit fuzzy on extradition.

  Could you explain your organisations role in what you have described?

  Well yes but let us get one thing clear. I was the CEO of an organisation that no longer exists. To say I am the ex anything implies that someone else succeeded me, and those is not, was not the case, but let us get back to your question.

  To begin with a quotation from one of our brotherhood – “The few shall rule the many”; this is an immutable law, the wisdom of which is self evident to anyone. But before anyone gets the wrong idea let me say that the Blake Organisation may have withdrawn from the mainstream but we live on in other guises. People say what happened to the Roman Empire? And the answer is that they rode the Sigmoid Curve to perfection and then transmuted into the Holy Roman Catholic Church: A smart move and an unbelievably successful meme.

  So what you are saying is that people deserve to be nothing more than slaves, subservient to the twisted whims of a self-serving elite?

  This is course nothing new, in our very recent history the Nazis developed the methods to control people and make then do things they did not need or want to do. The same techniques were merged with Freudian theory and that then allowed the realization of the American dream; as Madison Avenue foisted consumerism on the public, driving them to buy things that they did not need or want, of course with the full complicity of the Government who required a nation of consumers to propel its economic imperative – and here we are today. Now the cycle is complete; and what have we learnt: That personal freedom is a wonderful thing but not so sweet when you and your fellow man are fighting over a tin of dog-food. Ha Ha! So what if neuro-linguistics and voodoo mind control now overlay these previous paradigms; and so what? if the august denizens of the eleventh realm of Le Serpent Noire have spent the past ten years at the crease, to use a cricketing term. So what?

  (At this point Baba becomes quite agitated and glares into the face of the interviewer who reaches into the pocket of his ice blue linen jacket and pulls out a rather phallic shaped wand made from Lemurian Aquatine. The older man, Baba, shrinks away from it and sits back into his chair)

  So are you implying that your organisation was somehow an extension of the Nazis?

  There was an occult kernel to their ethos; we studied and built upon that just as the advertising industry and governments did, as I previously mentioned. Weren’t you listening to me? We don’t know if they knew on a conscious level what it was they were doing. And what they were doing was harvesting people. Shocking, I know, because they were doing it on a physical level. But once the researches of Wilhelm Reich became known, it pointed the way towards using the energy of the enslaved in a way that did not involve killing their bodies; just their souls. And not killing anything or any one actually, just giving them toys to play with whilst they are being stripped of their orgone energy for it to be then used for a higher purpose: Thus as it ever was.

  You have talked of the principles now could we move on to the methodology. How, for instance, are you able to colonize what seem to be other dimensions?

  Ha! Thought you would be able to sneak that one by me did you? You know as well as I that certain areas of discussion are not open for discussion. But first let me be clear, what you describe as other dimensions are in fact more accurately described as tangential worlds, and here is the important part, they exist, in as far as anything can be said to exist, as transitory points within human consciousness. Something you well know, Mr Vale: They are points within the A Field.

  And for our readers that is?

  The Akashic Field. It is an old name and an old concept that has been fairly recently repurposed to incorporate String Theory which itself could be said to be a branch of particle physics. The idea is that if the world is in fact a two-dimensional hologram that is animated by consciousness then there could be many of these, all different but containing the same data. Then it becomes obvious that it is the different methods of data retrieval that create what seem to be separate unique worlds.

  We see something crudely similar with the internet and its usage. A more interesting model is the revealed by the theologian Teilhard de Chardin in his idea of the Noosphere: A most stunning theory, complete with a future Data-Armageddon that Mr de Chardin called the Omega Point.

  How do you navigate between these different data sets?

  A good question, and one I shall answer in this way: Located in Chartres Cathedral in France is the most famous of the eleven coil labyrinths. There are four quarter turns and twenty-eight half-moon turns that have to be performed in order to complete the journey to the centre. The design is just one more example of Christians reworking an ancient, in this case a Celtic device, for their own purpose, that being, in this case a meditation or pilgrimage. But in Scandinavia and Crete there are earlier examples and the purpose of these is thought to be the trapping of trolls or demons, usually constructed by fishing communities who had deep belief in such entities and their power to do evil.

  A traditional labyrinth has one entrance that also serves as an exit, but if one were to exit elsewhere, on the eleventh coil for instance, it may lead to what we called earlier a tangential reality. So it is not so much a matter of navigation, more like being able to scan more than one data set at a time. Or to put it another way, most people occupy a single state or progress in a linear fashion from one to the next unaware that they are moving late
rally whereas the more evolved amongst us can do and see more.

  To use a simile closer to home, Mr Vale, I know that where you grew up, there were tunnels in the hills. I know that you found and explored those tunnels and I also know that you found many strange and interesting things. Most of your school friends were too scared to go there, and with good reason. Your curiosity made you a cripple but in return for that sacrifice you received the gift of audio sentience, or clairaudience. Was it worth the trade? A meaningless question, I know because you and I both know that character is indeed destiny, and you had no choice. Your character drove you to become a voyager and necessity then drove you to learn how to navigate. You can’t find this shit in a book, man.

  Robin Redbreast – an interview conducted in St Mary’s Churchyard, Mortlake, whilst sitting on his favourite twig.

  So tell me about your role in Alembic Valise.

  Well I realised straight away that it was to be a cameo appearance, which was fine for me because I have so many other commitments at the moment, but as soon as I saw the script I knew it was for me. Divine messenger is a role in which I am absolutely within my zone of comfort, and of course I have lived it too.

  Do you know that when they asked Spencer Tracy what he looked for in a script he said “days off.” Well I’m of a like mind in that regard.

  So I believe several key scenes were filmed right here in the churchyard. Is that right?

  Yes, yes, of course. And the worms here are really quite spectacular, that is probably hard for you to understand, but I think about it lot. (He falls silent)

  On the subject of the other characters in the story, I guess it did not go too good for some of them but hey, let me tell you my philosophy. Life is like a snowflake, or to put it more accurately we are like snowflakes, absolutely unique and beautiful and also perhaps a little sad. I love to watch the snow falling here in the churchyard through the bare branches to the ground on a winter’s day.

  I say sad because their beauty is fleeting, sometimes unwitnessed by anyone but me. So although these lives of ours may seem imperfect and chaotic, we were fashioned for a special purpose and we ARE perfect for that, and accepting change is the key to finding meaningful meaning … Oh listen, they are ringing the bells.