I Hate Redactions

I went into the courthouse this morning hoping to find some records or a deed to a piece of property I stumbled upon over the weekend. This place was interesting to say the least. Although the outside of the building seemed run-down and vacant, the security system on the outside was quite modern. On top of that the fencing had the latest features. Clearly it wasn't as abandoned as the exterior will present. This actually reminded me of my trip to Montauk and Camp Hero while I was stationed in Connecticut.

While I did not find anything about the location, I did come across an interesting piece of paperwork, which seems to show the transfer of some type of vehicle to Summit View. And unlike the building where my phone went haywire, I was able to snap a quick picture before anyone could see me. I know that the document is heavily redacted, but there is enough visible information to connect some dots.

What do you think?

More Scripture from Revelation of Moloch

I am passing on a quick update this morning. Last night while I was out with some friends, I stumbled on another piece of the Revelation of Moloch. Excited, I ran home and quickly translated it. Here is that translated passage.

And the mighty angel peered into the womb and spoke, for the church in Sile: For this is the wisdom of him who rose among the meek and challenged the torment, through his deeds the sea was opened and the sinners cried for Salvation.  (Revelation of Moloch 1.9)

I am so glad that computer programs exist for this. Although my understanding and comprehension of Latin are improving, there is no way I could break this down in record time. Here is the original Latin that I had to work from.  

Et forti fabrorum malleos percussitque in utero, et angelus locutus est, quia ecclesia apud Sile: Hic sapientia est ex eo, qui ausus est maledicere populum pauperem et resurrexit in tormentis, aperuit in mare et facta peccatorum per clamavit ad salvandum. (1.9).

From research, the ancient Canaanite city of Sile sits in what would be Northern Turkey today in what would have been the Levant region of the globe during ancient times. This is another interesting connection between Moloch and the Man of the Cloth. It seems as though the Knights Templar visited this land in search of the Scepter of the Golden Dawn in an attempt to save their order. This may be another connection to that text I discovered at the estate sale. 

Pick it up, you can read that for yourself. 

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Safe At Last - A Survival Account

Shut up! Please, please Lord; make these voices go away. I can’t take it; I have no children, yet this boy keeps screaming in my ear. I can feel him breathe on me as I sleep. His eyes, God, his eyes stare through me. And the shrieks, they are deafening. Please help someone, anyone, HELP!!!!!!!!!!

Since I can’t sleep anyway, I figured I would post something on here that I found while unpacking a box from the old apartment. This account is another fight for survival. I have no idea what happened to these people, or where I came across this account, but I can only hope that they made it.

I think we’re safe at last. I’m not sure for how long, but at least for the moment it seems like we have escaped these things. I wanted to say people, but they don’t seem human. I have no idea what we are up against out there or what to do. Hell, I can’t believe any of this is real. 

At least we have found this house. Something with the sanctity of this place soothes me, drowning the ghastly visions of what I encountered from my mind. Although this house is dark, I am not frightened by anything inside. What is outside is different though. I can’t believe what is happening, the way that woman was defiled by those beasts was like nothing I have ever seen. I remember the anguish in her eyes as she fell, her bloodied corpse invigorating their every move, that and her brains. Why did they go for the brains?

What are the vile demons that hunt us, what do they want? They really can’t be hunting us down for our flesh, can they? I don’t know anything anymore. Hell, I don’t even know if there are any more survivors out there. It can’t be, somewhere, someone else must be alive. We can’t be the only ones left. I can’t get it out of my mind, what could have caused the horrific events I am witnessing? Who would want to create these maggot infested fiends? Whoever it is, I hope they are happy with themselves. What am I saying? This is insanity. I must be dreaming. This has to be a nightmare.

I am growing tired as the hands on the clock grow weary. We can only last a little longer by ourselves; our ammunition disappears with every shot. I have to hurry and board the windows. I can hear them in the distance; their moans pierce the stillness of our surroundings. Shit, only eight bullets remain, I hope I can find another way to stop them. Hopefully, I can find it soon.

A Survivor? Could it Be?

Sorry, sorry… I haven’t been able to be around for a few days. But, these dreams, no nightmares have been eating me alive. I don’t know where it’s coming from; I have no kids. Yet, this boy, if you can call him that with his rotten flesh and railroad-spiked teeth, comes to me screaming he’s hungry. Between his screams and cries, I struggle to sleep, let alone, do any research on the infestation or the Man of the Cloth.

On a positive (at least I think) note, I did receive an email from my friend Mark (you know the writer). He was telling me, well, just read it for yourself…

Malachi,

I hope your research in Summit View is coming along smoothly. I wanted to drop you a line because I saw something that you may enjoy. When I was down at Monsterfest 14 on Saturday, I found what could have been a survivor of the accounts you made public in After the Static. In fact, she was holding a copy of the book along with her baby.

What if the contamination spread? Could the United Nations have missed some of the infected? I don’t know, but it was just a touch odd and I figured that you would like to know.

Message me when you get a chance and let me know of any new findings. I am really interested in the results of your research.

-      -  Mark

Could it be, could one of the infected have escaped the city? Oh God, I don’t know, I was sure all of the survivors were tested for remnants of the virus. Shit, I may have to head back to the clinic to see if they have ever heard anything about the infection spreading. Of course, they often deny that event ever took place. I know the government has them silenced, funny how that seems to always happen after a tragedy. Just pay attention to the news cycles, the stories seem to always die down extremely fast after the initial outrage, that way people don't dig for the truth... 

Damn, I hate the clinic. I hear enough screaming in my sleep, I don’t need to hear them when I am awake.

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Recently Released - Salvation: A Templar's Quest for Redemption

With all of the excitement last week of finally seeing my first novel After the Static released, I missed talking about what is somewhat of a guilty pleasure for me. I love poetry, especially the epic verse contained in classics such as Inferno and Paradise Lost. That is when I stumbled upon this interesting tale and after translations, I made it my next release Salvation: A Templar’s Quest for Redemption.

While this in no way could ever measure up to those classics, it is an interesting journey back in time for one member of the Knights Templar in an attempt to save their order from persecution. Sure, this one is only 30 Canto’s long, but it is a fun journey into darkness and another addition into the world of The Ridge.

Here is a synopsis of the epic poem:

Are the end times near? That is a sentiment shared by many throughout the centuries. That is also a refrain that forced Pope Anacletus to send one of his devout Knights Templar on a quest to ancient Levant in search of Baal, Moloch, and the Scepter of Golden Light in an attempt to redeem his order in the eyes of a splintered and corrupt church. Does he succeed, did he find Salvation, or was he overwhelmed in the depths of Hell?

If interested in reading this or After the Static, they are both on Amazon. You can pick up a paperback of Salvation for $6.99 or download the eBook for only $.99.