The Dare Messengers: American Bell

Can 'sporting' Occult-inquirers of the West make for a cemetery-contact 'linked' Earth-history tone of pure art?

A yarn about mysticism of the omen variety drawn from varied sources/art/comics. Thanks for reading! 

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AMLAN: We'll sit in that autumn cemetery and meditate about the forbidden Tree until arrival!

MARCUS: As mystics/detectives, our quest for contact with these other-side beings is good-IQ.

AMLAN: Surely is and adds to Western (American Homeland) Occultism lore for study/chat!

MARCUS: Do you, as Catholic, believe in this forbidden Tree of Knowledge, pal?

AMLAN: As your cohort-ally daredevil adventurer, I surely can; these 'beings' are Hell-visions.

MARCUS: What's their message?

AMLAN: For any danger, deformity, disorientation, distance...there's 'language' for challenge.

MARCUS: These are the serpents under the stairs then, pal.

AMLAN: Selfie-like (ok).

Amlan and Marcus had decided to arm themselves with only a Gideon's Bible and two water-guns inserted with a glass tube filled with HCL and made-way to the American Homeland autumn-time cemetery to sit for 3 days (with foodstuffs/lights) meditating and reading from the Bible (aloud!) about relevance for that forbidden Tree of Knowledge which was approached and used as disorientation by Adam and Eve (human beings) during the genesis of fertile Earth-lands, yielding a deep 'consciousness' shame spinning the race into towers of Babel and Nazi Germany (or so the Bible read/suggested/implied!). Amlan/Marcus had read of these stranger sightings in the American Homeland, in that particular cemetery, of strange doll-like or masked 'beings' with messages about the texture-folds created in the universe fabric because of the Tree of Knowledge transgression for the 'toys' of Hell (wow).

AMLAN: We've been here 1 whole day and nothing, pal.

MARCUS: Keep at it, springy-ally; this can't be a futile academic inquiry for a Catholic.

AMLAN: Well, I doubt these beings will just pop-up because we're meditating here.

MARCUS: Hey, we represent the human (capitalist?) race as much as any ancestor/Homo-sapien.

AMLAN: That's surely right, Marcus; perchance we're just not reading the right passages (aloud)!

MARCUS: Let's just try the Book of Genesis (photo-synthesis)...for a calming affect of the Ego.

AMLAN: Good for knowledge (sure).

The beings appeared. They resembled in veracity the likeness of what Amlan/Marcus read for sightings concerning the detectives of mystery/darkness/verboten-things. These 'beings' were indeed dolls or masked humanoid figures of a distinct fog-like shadowy 'visage' of sarcastic or adversarial quality, invoking in Amlan/Marcus a time-old American Homeland folkloric fascination with the accessibility of all things anti-divine, Occult, witchy, weird, and detouring (not Selfie-like).

Amlan and Marcus caught sight of 3 beings in that American Homeland cemetery, an expensive discovery from which they'd never return (apparently!). The beings were a Scarecrow-like character, a doll-like midget girl, and a blonde woman faceless because of her 'ornamental' hockey-mask. They seemed impressed by the Biblical meditations of Amlan/Marcus (Genesis) and sought to inquire of their 'medicinal' view of curiosity (or defense?) of the violation of the Tree of Knowledge canons for Earth-realm sportsmanship (hmmm). Was his just fiction?

BEINGS: Do you know of this Tree of Knowledge, detectives (ha)?
AMLAN/MARCUS: We're defenders of the faith (of Earth-realm), specters!
BEINGS: We're your 'folks under the ground' for message and languages, detectives.
AMLAN/MARCUS: We certainly intimate such a revelation...for mystery!
BEINGS: Since you've seen us, you must swear to vanish post-disclosure.
AMLAN/MARCUS: Oh, so we mail our testimony/witness and become island-exiles.
BEINGS: That's the price of this knowledge/encounter, detectives (Selfie-like).
AMLAN/MARCUS: We must accept (here/now); we seek adjective for Occult-Reason.
BEINGS: Aha, the Age of Reason...sounds-dialysis for leviathan, detectives (good).
AMLAN/MARCUS: Sure, man ate of the forbidden Tree; propeller(s) for complexity.
BEINGS: Are you advocates of all things simple, detectives?
AMLAN/MARCUS: Are we to convey language-arts for Tree-messenger fog (then)?
BEINGS: You guessed wisely; administer your humble-human 'charms' for structures.
AMLAN/MARCUS: Aha, structures of the 'matter' of dare-and-deformity challenges.
BEINGS: True humility...for the infinity of end zones, detectives (farewell).
AMLAN/MARCUS: We part as 'sporting' referees (a watery-touchdown).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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