Strange Landscape
I see a hot misty world with cloudy white skies and rain—endless torrential rain. Large fields are drained by sinuous ditches and grazed by unicorn-like cattle making noises like coo-loo-woo, loo-hoo-hoo. It is an alien world. Here and there are strange trees, some of them broken. But across a broad shallow river is dense woodland. Here and there are groups of large rocks but in the distant mist is a city built of cyclopean stones. Is it a city or just a rocky outcrop? A city, though I do not know its name. No.
The nameless city must have been built long ago… or perhaps it has yet to be built. A race of strange grey-green reptilian creatures appear in sculptured reliefs on the monumental stones of the ancient city. They might just seem reptilian, and the greyness and greenness could be just the moss growing on them, like a patina on old bronze. Yet they look somehow human. They had the power of magic, a subtle and sophisticated technology? They abhored rectilinear structures, preferring organic shapes. Had they somehow learnt how to “grow” their buildings, their technology?
The scene is changing. The mist has thickened and the sky darkened. The sun is fading and now can only be seen occasionally through smoky black clouds. The distant city has blackened before my eyes and is now covered in soot. The reliefs can no longer be seen. The grazing creatures are falling dead on the sward. They are dead and decaying. The ditches have putrefied to an oily stinking mass of corruption. I cannot see across the broad river. It has silted up completely leaving a morass of black bubbling sewage. I get faint glimpses through the gloom and can see the trees of the forest. They have changed. They stand like stick insects at strange angles, charred and dead. Some seem to be on fire.
Some great alien civilisation has been destroyed. Or is it a future civilsation?
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Second Vision
I am laying on a large slab of cold stone in a sepulchral grotto or cavern. The light that illuminated the scene is faint and green as if transmitted through sea water. The cave was of huge stones cut with the low reliefs. Though the stone was hard and cold, I feel warm, comfortable and peaceful. I am surely asleep. The green colour is getting yet darker. The smell of decay has grown overwhelming. Great gobs of mud or tar are beginning to drip from the cyclopean rocks. They are smeared with festering putrefaction. I am stiff, uncomfortable and terrified. I hear a word echoing through the cavern, gradually getting louder from the total silence: “Awake! Awake!” But I cannot. I cannot awake.
Third Vision
I am floating as if on a magic carpet, lying in the sun, warm and secure. All I have to do is imagine something and it appears. At will, I can create rainbows and firework displays, floating billiard balls dancing before me and kalaidoscopic patterns. Now I have turned over and found myself floating just above the earth which was grey and sooty. Buildings stand derelict and decaying around me. At my feet are oily puddles full of trash and rusting cans. A distorted rat-like biped suddenly scurries from behind a broken-down building. It stops when it sees me. Its eyes open wide in terror, and it jabbered horrifically, stumbling backwards. I feel sick with revulsion for the stunted horror and its disgusting world. It is disgusting, a failure of evolution. I must kill it.
Fourth Vision
I am moving through vast canyons of monumental stones. Unrecognised friends pass me with a friendly greeting. The air is warm and clear, with beautiful scents of flowers drifting in from the nearby forests. Suddenly a rat scurrying behind a stone startles me. It seems unimportant and I walk on joyfully through familiar pathways. But again a scurrying creature surprises me, then another and another. They are emerging from everywhere—loathsome, naked, skinny, rat-like dribbling things like mole rats. They are a plague of locusts or soldier ants, running beneath my feet and beginning to scramble over me. They are inundating me, biting, tearing off strips of flesh. They are staring into my face grinning malignantly. I am screaming and fall, consumed by them.
H P Lovecraft’s Strange Visions
There have been ages when other things ruled on the earth, and they had great stone cities. Remains are rarely, but still to be, found as cyclopean stones scarcely recognisable as constructions. Their builders all died vast epochs of time before man came, but there were conditions which could revive them when the cycle of being turned once more into the correct quadrant, when their successors proved to their makers that they had forsaken all responsibility for their tenancy as guardians of the earth. H P Lovecraft
And so it is not to be thought, that man is either the oldest or the last of earth’s masters. His predecessors wait—not in the world we know but at its edges. They rest asleep—tranquil, elemental and—except when they stir—unseen. For, after the Helliconian Spring of love and lust, the son-lover begins to sere the earth and the serpent is yet poised, motionless but alert, for its the moment to strike. H P Lovecraft
It is the serpent that conquers and enjoys the fruits of the tree of life. Must it ever be so?
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This 170 page long cult book is startling yet deeply meaningful to us today as we feel society and our environment collapsing around us. You need to study it to appreciate its important messages. Published by AskWhy! Publications, ISBN 0-9521913-0-X, the author is Dr Mike Magee, it is available from any good bookshop, from Amazon online, or directly from AskWhy! Books, and is distributed from the UK by Gardners Books. Or you can order directly from us, and cheaper:
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