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[WEBSITE] Sarah's Blog: sixthofnever.com - found 5/27
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pagrashtak
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 		Anyone care to take a crack at the cartouches?

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konamouse
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 		Match them up to the symbols on the rune stones.
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 		I didn't rotate them, but here's what I came up for the two cartouches. The one on the right has two of the stone images on the first row.
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PostPosted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 3:04 pm
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Sylvia
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 		Small update: http://sixthofnever.com/2006/09/05/more-to-come/

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More to come

Stamped: September 5th, 2006

I'm here, and I'm ok. Better than I have been in a long while. I have some news that I plan on posting tonight. Stay tuned…


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Citizen Kane
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 		Another update http://sixthofnever.com/2006/09/06/out-of-the-belly-of-hell-cried-i/

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out of the belly of hell cried I
Stamped: September 6th, 2006
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I feel like I've been on a trip across scorching sands, icy tundra, the immense vacuum of space, and now back again safe and sound at home. Have I been anywhere else physically? I don't think so, but in a court of law I could not swear to it. There's a bone-bred exhaustion in me that will take many moons of sleep - dreamless sleep - to cure. And still I am in the midst of the mystery, although yes, it is unraveling at last, this ugly bezoar that came from the belly of the beast.

I am sorry, my ducks, that I am so very tired tonight, or I would post the pictures of what I have discovered. For you see, I've found this cache of items, things which I'm not sure how to explain. After days of painting the plaster walls of this old house, finally there was one small section where, for whatever reason, I could not bring myself to mark on. Hamilton's old study. JD's old study, too. An old study air, I suppose. The knowledge that there was this blank canvas right in front of me which I could not use ate at me like an ulcer. It became my only thought. And by sheer force of will, I set brush to plaster there at last. Now, all the other walls in the house were difficult enough to paint on, but I thought I had surmounted the obstacle by some "secret recipe" additives (to tell you the truth, it was just stuff lying around the house) and I managed to get the paint to stick, but on this one particular wall in the old study, no matter how much goo I added to my paint, it seemed to soak into the plaster and ended up looking like someone had whitewashed it. So I would slap on more paint, and it would seep into the wall, too. For hours I tried. Cadmium yellow. Phthalo blue. Rinse. Repeat. And all at once, the plaster crumbled completely away, and I was left, staring at -

Behind the wall. Behind the wall I found this little trove of gifts from someone long gone. A letter. A newspaper clipping about the fires that swept Ong's Hat in the mid-80s. A rune stone, with what looks like a little glyph of a daughter being cradled in Mommy's arms.

I've painted on these walls before, it seems. Mommy's letter describes it. Twenty years ago I did it. I found her note. She talks about my art on the walls, and Hamilton defacing it; she talks about the horrible smell that so pervaded the premises, the odor that I knew for so long that I didn't even notice anymore. Hamilton took me down to the basement like the others, she said. What happened next? Oh please, do I want to know?

Memories are awakening in me. They are the flowers that you see on time-lapse video, unfurling, stretching out, tasting the environment, seeing if it's time to grow. And although fall is coming, it is growing season now.

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konamouse
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 		Hamilton? I'm not getting any zing of familiarity with this name. Didn't get any hits on AIN either.

Amazing what you find when googling. There's a site that has a forum just for NJPinebarrens (and some great old maps).

http://forums.njpinebarrens.com/gallery/index.php?cat=69&Itemid=55

Some discussion & links regarding Ong's Hat & Incunabula

http://deoxy.org/irc/inc0.htm

Is Marzant looking for the Egg in order to travel to the next dimension?
There is a description of the "electrified fences" and some mention of a nuclear accident at nearby Ft Dix.

http://deoxy.org/inc2.htm
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konamouse wrote:
Hamilton? I'm not getting any zing of familiarity with this name. Didn't get any hits on AIN either.


http://forums.unfiction.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=265440&highlight=hamilton#265440

Sarah's history....
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Yes, I used to live in the house where the Hollow Needle was. My life story is admittedly unusual and I don't have many recollections of my childhood in the Ashram, but I was taken in by Hamilton and Amelia Wyatt, who lived in that house. After they died several years ago....

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 		Hamilton also appeared to Sarah in one of her fire nightmares where she was in the car. I think he was sitting next to her and said something that really upset her.

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Sylvia
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 		Use this link and you will find Sarah's two blog entries that mention Hamilton.

http://sixthofnever.com/?s=Hamilton

And go here to see more about the stones and the cartouches from Sarah's mask "Sacred."

http://forums.unfiction.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=16680

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 		[Update] Blog - A Fairy Tale September 8
Sarah's latest update.


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A Fairy Tale - Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived in a safe place amongst people who were different, but loving. There were many songs and dances and meditations and friends, and the little girl felt safe. One fateful day, as the little girl lay slumbering, those with evil in their hearts came to destroy the little girl's home, which was also home to quite a few other people. The bad people painted the letter M all around the walls and then burned the place to the ground. The little girl and her friends fled screaming into the deep, dark woods, never to see their grownups again.

As fate would have it, a couple who lived near the forest found the little girl and the other children and took them into their home, and gave them a roof over their heads and, the children thought, would keep them safe. The little girl wasn't allowed to play with her friends anymore, even though the man kept searching the woods and picking up stragglers until he had a baker's dozen collected. The woman kept the little girl away from the other children, who lived in the dungeon while the little girl and the couple lived high above.

Although she didn't get to play with them, the little girl looked forward to seeing the other children when they occasionally came up from the dungeon for various reasons. She would try to hold her smiles in as she gazed upon the familiar creatures who emerged, blinking, only to be told to go back down all too soon. As time passed, the little girl saw less and less of the others, until after a twelvemonth it seemed like there were no little children in the house at all.

And oh, God, it's coming back to me, how I was his little maid, sopping up the blood spots and mixing my own tears with the rinse water when I had to clean up after his murderous games. The blood seeped into the floor, like the paint seeped into the wall, like the girls in my dream seeped into the basement.

I was the little girl, and he killed all my friends, and he killed Amelia that day. How could I have forgotten all this hideous mass of time? What foul poison had worked into Hamilton's veins to make him turn his house into an abattoir? Why, when he killed Amelia, did he seem to regain some measure of sanity? He raised me rather than slaughtered me. Maybe seeing what he did to her shocked sense into him? In any event, I am sure that if Amelia didn't stop him that day, I'd be another grease spot on the basement floor. She fought, tooth and nail, draped herself on his legs, anything she could to keep him from taking me down there, to the place of bad smells. I remember seeing a stained cloth doll in the corner, facing the wall as if it were naughty. Hamilton couldn't be stopped, and to my rising terror dragged me to the door. The door, the double damned door, the door haunted my nightmares and daymares and napmares and wakemares, and it was Strictly Forbidden, I mustn't go near that door, dasn't, Hamilton will beat me if I do, Hamilton is making me go there, Hamilton is taking me through, Hamilton has his tools set out, serrated, smooth, axes, cleavers, filet knives, gut hooks, there are timbers and they are stacked together like a raft, and oh God, the dark oily stains, the straps, and now I am on them and I can't move, and Hamilton is at the whetstone.

And the others appeared to the little girl in her hour of distress. They smile, but their eyes and mouths plead with her. "Help us, Sarah, please, help us." The little girl promises to whatever force will listen that she will never wish on the wishing star again if just this one wish would come true: wish I may, wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight, that the other children could be alive and happy again. She is sure that it would work. The wishing star is powerful magic, and to give it up is quite a forfeiture. A sense of calm lifts her and she watches from above herself.

Hamilton came at me with the knife he had been sharpening, each step jouncing an evil smile tighter onto his lips. His eyes looked yellow in the light. The only things I could see were those fearful yellow eyes and the greasy glint of the razor-sharp blade. Hamilton draws the knife across his forearm, fast. It is so sharp that it doesn't pause in its travels, and the blood takes a few seconds to appear. Hamilton looks at the wound, satisfied. Nods. Tastes the blood. Smiles wider, blood mixing with saliva and painting his teeth, and all I see now is the red mouth and yellow eyes. I barely even register the dark blur rushing through the room - the dark blur that is Amelia, is the woman, is the Mommy, is impaled on the knife, isn't moving, and the yellow eyes widen and fill with tears. Who would have thought the old man had so many tears in him? He cried for a year and a day, me joining in, my voice shredding my throat as I begged Mommy to get up, my eyes rolling back in my head as I told the wishing star that I wanted to change the deal, I would do anything, please just let Mommy get up. Too late, too late.

And the man, after a very long time, came to the little girl, who cringed away from him, this embodiment of ill-will, but he was kind to her. He loosened her bonds and carried her out of the dungeon and into the parapet, where he locked her into her room and went back down to clean the dungeon alone this time.

And he raised me as his child afterwards, and I acted like his child, and neither of us spoke of the madness, and after time I forgot about it. FORGOT ALL ABOUT IT. How could anyone forget such a thing? A thing as big as the Earth, bigger than the universe, and it lay dormant until that little treasure trove woke me up. I have been asleep for a very, very long time. But I am awake now. I am Sarah.










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 		So Hamilton went insane in the ol' Hollow Needle, huh. That's another one.

Whoever/whatever this demonic possessing spirit is (the one JD kept referring to)... perhaps its name begins with "M"?

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 		MY, what a horrific past to have to remember. The rune stone posted is similar, but not exactly like one of the ones I got in Austin.
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pagrashtak
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Sarah wrote:
The bad people painted the letter M all around the walls and then burned the place to the ground.


Any relation?

So, apparently the rune stones aren't unique; were they unique in CTW1?

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enaxor
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pagrashtak wrote:
Sarah wrote:
The bad people painted the letter M all around the walls and then burned the place to the ground.




Hmm, could Moloch be our "M" demon? Or one like him. Oh that is so so creepy.
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Sylvia
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 		Update: http://sixthofnever.com/2006/09/11/expellation-liberation/

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Expellation liberation

Stamped: September 11th, 2006

"Sick it up, girlie girl. Sick it up. It's okay now. It'll feel better now." The quiet, comforting words from Hamilton when I had the stomach flu. By then, the words unspoken between us were just a whisper; an echo of a whisper of a whisper.

He was right, though. I'd fought against the rising surge of nausea all day, feeling more and more weak. Finally I gave in and expelled the contents of my stomach, feeling better almost immediately, even though it was the height of unpleasantness to do.

And once sicked up, the noisome contents can now be dealt with; categorized, filed, shelved, available for checkout when needed. It's going to be a long road to being "normal," if there is such a thing for me, but now I have a chance… and a chance is more than fair.


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