| [Note: A version without pictures was posted at 5:38pm CST, on 5/19/11. This version was posted at 5:44pm CST, on 5/19/11. Please see the 4/20/11, 4/26/11, 5/3/11, and 5/12/11 postings for prior installments in these continuing Lost tales.] LOST CODA V:
HURLEY'S, MAYAN, AND HOURS GLASNOST HALF-FULL OR HALF-EMPTY?
LET THE BROTHERHOOD BATTLE BEGIN...  ......cold-smoking, Teslaic-crackling, mirror-glazed-cracking.... and finally, finally they are back to the past, back from that dark Vladish unweaving, islandfall heeding.... Ben picks at rat-raggy clothing, donned in their penitential bid to unbardo the foul mordant tapestry weaving its black fetid magick through a putrescing lightside universe.... Tweezering the last liceful raiment off, into blue-swirling cauldronfire, Ben sidles to see what Hurley's big cry-wolfy deal is....  "Dude, some of the names have been changed, and I don't think it's to protect the innocent! Where's dragnetting droopy-dog Sherman Tank Potter when you need 'em..? Ben...Ben.... you DID keep that list of who's who on the black cauldron rim?" Rapid-fire-rifling an ancient-twilled-tunic, Ben clips a copy, bullseyeing the bounty... "Hmmm.... lessee here... Hugo, you're right on target.... Looks like offing the impaler rewrote the rimnants... Ahhh yes.... It appears we have a distinctly south-of-the-border theme rippling through the castaway candidates.... Brushed up on your ancient Mayan history recently, Hugo?"  "Well yeah... I'm a big fan of those Ancient Alien specials, and my Dad used to watch Spock hosting those funky 'In Search Of' shows.... He had a whole shelf full of those Van Dunken books about Chariots on Fire and Gold of the Gods and we almost took a trip to that teutonic ancient astronaut theme park they set up... Guess he started a donut franchise instead...." Ben eyerolls a reply, rubbing a lice-smeared greasy serf-rag along the ebon-rimmed cauldron.... "Hugo... get your mind off the killer carbs for a moment and check these new names out..."  1. Lucifer 2. Mahlat 3. Zenunim 4. Lilith 5. Naamah 6. Redjac 7. Ammut 8. Zipacna (Jarrah) 9. Mordiggian 10. Hastur 11. Nero 12. Azazel 13. Hitler 14. Torquemada 15. Toltex (Linus) 16. Backlum-chaam (Ford) 17. Ixazaluoh (Austen) 18. Ming 19. Vasilyevich 20. ad-Dajjal 21. Bathory 22. Kali 23. Balam (Alpert) 24. Magog 25. Teeraal 26. Nix 27. Rakshasa 28. Veidt 29. Nohochacyum (Littleton) 30. Mammon 31. Zedong 32. DeLarge 33. Kahn 34. Flagg 35. Cum Hau (Abaddon) 36. Glokta 37. de Sade 38. Baal 39. Horrabin 40. Itzamna (Faraday) 41. Stalin 42. Cit-Bolum-Tum (Shephard) 43. Oni 44. Dandelo 45. Kurtz 46. Weston  47. Pol Pot48. Garkain 49. Yurugu 50. Leopold 51. Xpiacoc (Hume) 52. Morden 53. Ekchuah (Lloyd) 54. Alhazred 55. Scorpius 56. Ixchel (Burke) 57. Aballah 58. Amin 59. Xmucane (Kwon) 60. Apep 61. Caligula 62. Chac Uayab Xoc (Reyes) 63. Utukku 64. Krona 65. Crowley 66. Vucub Caquix (Locke)  ...and sure enough, pulling the Vladish thread has smelted a new darkseid manifest of x's and um'srimside... Handing the rewoven rimlist to Hurley, Ben fumbles frantically, grubbing a grey-plasticked shape from a brown-smudge-stained Apollo candy bar fanny pack.... Wiping a thinfilm iridescently sheening, Ben unlocks into action, PDAing their new iron-branded Xibalba-tainted noms de plume."Yes, this definitely is steering us into taking a Mayan ride, Hugo.."  "Reyes.... Reyes... You were number 62 on the old rimlist.... and if this is correct, you are destined to play out the role of Chac Uayab Xoc in the current emerging narrative... Let's see.... we'll hafta call ya Chaz for short...." Ben crudely thumb-keys the name into the encyclopedia app.... "HAH! I knew it! How appropriate, indeed! All those inquiring internet minds will now be laid to rest, as to why such a fruit-filled diet has not yet worked its wonders on your corpulent chassis! Chaz, you're the Mayan god of fish, patron saint blessing bountiful catches of piscatorial delight.... Atkins man... a food-based god of gustatory glories!" Fudgeting nervously, Hurley snatches the device from Ben's chuckling clutches... "Yeah Ben, now we'll see just what kinda god yer pegged for, in this penitentiary lifetime brutha! Hmmmm.... Just as I thought.... You're number 15 on the rimlist, making you... Toltex, god of CHAOS! Hah-hah-hah.... sez here you were banished to Sebulba, the Mayan underworld, after yer botched coup de chaos...." Eyerolling the other way, Ben headshakes a remonstrative reply.... "Hugo, if you want to tell someone to go to hell, at least get the destination right... Tatooine my ass, you midriffachlorian.... It's not Sebulba, it's Xibalba.... And yes, I don't mind mixing it up a bit, if I might say so. A little chaos now and then is not necessarily a bad thing, unless you're asking John Sheridan.... Now let's check out some others....  "Ahhhhh.... How deliciously apropos.. someone must have a sharp sense of cosmic karma.... Right next to my name, check out Ford cum Backlum-chaam, god of male sexuality, depicted with an erector set, omg..! Hope we don't meet up with him on the Mayan ride.. what lies beneath the shadow, eh?! Number 29 must be Aaron, now Noho-man-wotta-mouthful-yum.... a creator god, the 'One True Lord'." Hurley pokes a peek over Ben's cold shoulder, smooth- noodle-mapping to 35.... "Man, that Abaddon was one tall, dark, and creepy dude... .No wonder he's down for the count as Cum Hau... death and underworld, ja sure you betcha! Meanwhile Ben's mulling a Hume-Kwon connection, a lover, a dreamer... setting the shrill muppetime cortical infarction aside, he keys the cue, cluing the context... Yes, I wondered where that plotline would twist in the reweaving.... Charlie Hume and Ji Yeon Kwon are now morphwritten into Xpiacoc and Xmucane, god-couple creating the first humans, source-fonting Homo sentience.... must take an Omegan to birth a Sapiens.... and how fitting, indeed, that Xmucane is the Mayan goddess tied to a waxing moon, borne of a Sun.... Hurley locks laser-like onto the first and last names on the darkseided candidate changelinglist.... Makes sense that Sayid is Zipacna, violent demon-son of Vucub- Caquix, birthed by John Locke into a decidedly undead, ALEful army of darkness existence, hard at work in the land down under.... 1 While Hurley's mind whirls through a garden of ghastly delights, Ben prods pages in the foul-skinned grimoire, pondering what may lie beneath the surface of a Mayan ride back to the mainland.... Hmmm.... If we use this blackrocked goat horn to rub one of our godspelled new names, will we snap-crackle-and-pop our way to a new placetime identity, taking the an from the anamnesia? Will we even remember who we are, where we've been, what we've done, and why we so desperately need to work through the outstanding warrants on our souls? Mmmmm.... Looks like no necromonical help is on its way.... Well, since they're not suffering from amnesia right now, after that Vladish flash to the future and  back again, there must be something that's working to anchor their sentience across spacetime, despite pinkflashes forward and backward and sideways, to boot.... Yes, even the nose-bleeding, record-skipping castaways were cortically-intact (for the most part), albeit suffering from some almighty pounding headaches, to be sure! Yeah, there must be something about the island, something about having lived on the island for a while, serving as a Zathrassed spacetime identity anchor, enabling them to move in and through the parading cascade of rewritten and rewriting narratives, anamnetically....  Yes, if only Faraday were here... He would be able to explain it all in terms of quantum physical esoterica.... How through ingesting mangos and other LOLVril-infused foodstuffs, we were transfused and transformed with exotic matter and energy, primed for the pump as island agents of light, fighting looming futures filled with darksided dread, Brotherhood of the Snaking their way through our mainlanded lives.... Lord of Chaos, god Toltex I will be.... Throwing no-cautioned gauntlet, into no wind, Ben horns the ebon rimlist, rubbing 'Xpiacoc' quite firmly.. Hunching pinklighted transit, broaching the penitent adventure.... Hugo hold on tight.... We may be in for one wild Mayan ride, indeed!  ....cracklingsnapandpop... ozone-smokey-ooze... tingling cytogalvanic auras... and they finally appear behind feather-throned stone... Hurley kinks out the works, while Ben slinks through his lurks.... Yes, careful now... be very careful.... Prying eyes confirm all-too-clearly now that the reign has not fallen, with Xpiacoc and Xmucane ensconced with gilty faces in this pre-Columbian brick house.... Waiting for half an eternity, the pair of ornately-accoutered guards finally egress a gaping black maw.... Ben and Hurley are now alone in the room with Ji Yeon and Charlie Hume... Quick introductions fast-friend the proceedings, torch-filled glimmers succeeding...  ...now turning to wink at his bride, Charlie Hume's turn to reply... "We were wondering when you would get here.... How many of you are there?" Ben signals this is it, and Ji Yeon dulcet-tone-pipes in.... "We were just sitting there on the beach, blanketed in rapt joy, when all of a sudden we heard a prisoneresque thunderclap and were bathed in a pinklighted glow." Now Charlie chimes in.... "Yeah, we looked up and saw this weird eerie ovoid hurtling through the sky, finally landing with a crash further up the island.. We shouldn'ta done it, but we were just so curious... We went up to it and heard a strange rhythmical sound, syncing with a pond-swirling surface sheen.... and....and I just sorta touched it... Next thing we knew, we were enveloped in a ghostly luminescent aura, and when it all cleared away, we knew we weren't in Kansas anymore.... Ji thinks we flashed to the Crab Nebula.... All I know is that I'll never forget the time we spent there and the people, er, those things that we met...."  ...wordflow disrupted, with footfall instructive.... The guards are returning to the chamber! Ji soft-mutters sideways... "Hide quickly, in back... We must now preside over the ceremony below.... Thankfully its sacrificial bloodletting, not ritual killings... a less heart-rending approach than the Aztecs! We'll be back soon!" And with a fine regal stride, creator groom and fair bride, Xpiacoc and Xmucane descend hewn-unvined steps to a rouge-inflamed altar, torchlit by chanting masses, granting guignol for their passes....  "To Lady Bee
Tu bu, tu bu
I drink the wine of gods my lord to therefore the insects of the lady bee
to lady black rock, to lady rain
tu bu, tu bu, tu bu the wine of the lord god
oxhun day, oxhun night
oxhuncabalac then return our insects certainly of the beautiful holmo lord
where therefore I place the holy virgin wine
in the path of the lady bee, lady peten
tixnac uxnac spring of springs my lord
to the beautiful lady foreign divine queen lord I wash her wings I give strength to her wings
to the flower of ruellia tuberosa
to the flower of ageratum intermedium
to the flower of acacia gaumeri
to the flower certainly of pithecolobium albicans to the flower of zebalmilobil lord
tu bu, tu bu I drink the wine of god lord my lord
tu bu, tu bu sweet smell sweet smell skywards
anxiously open the flowers of the trees certainly  in the forest my lord
to the beautiful lady x-ppo balam
she anxiously washes herself the lady my lord
so that he can certainly be kept away the lord
of the insects certainly of the xulab ant
so that he can certainly be kept away the lord
of the insects certainly of the locust
so that they can certainly be kept away the insects
of the lord of the long tailed cuckoo straight away
so that the ziruhoob can be moved off to the frogs all the sick ladies are kept away my lord
oxhun day, oxhun night
oxhuncabalac they come returning our insects of the gods lord
love me today my lord so that then there will be therefore honey
to lady bee lady peten to lady black rock" 2  ....blood-curdling screams fine-point exclamations of acclamation, scoring rouge-riddled underlines cross a stygian black-rock-ridged mythscape.... Magnus Hanso, DHARMA, Widmore, and others are mere recent links in the chain of sapient homage and exploitation of this mirror-matter infused, exotically-charged black rock.... and when combined through calculated configurations with whiterock matter, Light of Life Sourceflux (LOLVril), and Anti-Life Equationed Voidflux (ALEVril), some very VERY interesting effects may be attained....
...silence.... cold-curdled silence..... and now the final chantfest begins.... "Te colel ek tun... Te colel ek tun".... To Lady Black Rock, To Lady Black Rock....  Ben bates a breath, wide-eyeing Hurley, whirling nervously abaft the stone-tingling throne.... while off in the distance, aural incongruities amplify... Ben elbows Hurley, con-trailed cognition cuing recessed recognition.... "Hugo, what's a jet plane doing, plowing across the sky in this ancient Mayan era...?
 Barely reigned curiosity, killing the beast of yearning within him, Hurley scrambles forward, egg-white-drained-demeanor, bubbling buttery babbling burblings.... "Dude, let's see if they're flying the friendly skies, or not...." Bloodmassed terminus, thronging torchlit countenances tracking metal-cased chiropterans.... "Hugo...... those are......... MiG 31 fighters....! Talk about yer Firefoxed, Revell-modeled flashback.... whatinnanameofhell are the Soviets doing HERE!
 ....flummoxed and flustered, blankstared and buffeted, Hurley feels the need for some feed... Man, I'm one hungry manwichin' for some fine-fried chicken, mister.... deep-fried delights, dancing through my sugar-aplombed head... super-sized fries with cheeseburger in this steam-sizzled paradise.... yeah, Jimmy B. would quite approve... just be careful 'bout the ketchup, as the cat may have supped some blood-letty freddy....
Free-passing safeguarded gateways, escorted by creator-gods incarnate, they recess through deepdarkened corridors, emerging bathed in limn-lumined grotto.... Charlie motions widely, as Ji fills in the gaps.... "I'm sure you have LOTS of unanswered questions for us... I know it took us a while to soak this all in.... Here, let's eat while we talk... I'm sure you're both starving..."  Cold stonemount benches, chilled buttocks lamented.... still... Here comes the food! Hurley's cluck-corticaling chicken-filled dreams meet reality, and bloodfeast prevails, steaming hot whiterock-ground maizecakes, red-gravied, rouge-fused... Dude, I know I really don't wanna know, but I need to know if that..is.... REALLY....what I think it is...! Hey, I'm no nosferatu-playa-hata mirror-wielding Duke of Casimir.... I just wanna avoid the side orders of hemoglobined clotreddenedcream....
 ...and just in the nick of time... a gutsy glasnost is primed... "Dobriy vyecher, comrades....!" Charlie winks a wide grin at the MiG leading pilot, bearing glassy clear-clanking gifts, with a soft-satcheled back.... "Rat teebya veedet, Sergei! That was an impressive fly-over your team did... Nice touch for the bat-boys to highlight-reel the end of our little ceremony today!" Grunting gratuitously, Sergei dispenses the decanter, pouring clear cooling liquid into crude-hewn whiterock chalices... "Nectar of the gods, all around the house, courtesy of our fine capitalist patron, gospodin...." Curtly curbed by Charlie's enthusiastic cutoff, Sergei stumbles to the beat of a less delicate topic.... "Da, my two fine new comrades will appreciate the next course in this redless meal!" Drawing a new page from his satchel, Sergei tamps two tins on the table, beaming wide to wide.... "Best caviar in all of Motherland, bar none.... malossal Beluga, so fine!"
 Savoring the succulence, Hurley's ears burning brightly.... "Dude, I mean herr comradeja, well, you know... We're kinda wondering wassup with this Red Dawn meets Mayatown thing you got goin' here.... I mean, aren't you supposed to be dogging the mongols or something like that? I mean, man... How'd you stargate those planes back here in time.... you got an Orified supergate stashed in Siberia, somewhere...?"
 Plopping plump sturgeon ova into chilled Stolichnaya, Sergei pauses, draughting preciously preserved proteins.... "Da, Hverly.... You are no doubt familiar vith Ivan Sanderson's 'Vile Vortices', the negative energy nodes located equidistant on the planetary energy grid? Vell, you may not have heard about their mirror-tvinned companion nodes... the positive unvile vortices also located around the vorld....3 And vun of those vortexes vas located right in the homeland, just north of Kiev.... Site of many apparitions, including one appearing exactly vun year to the day, after the Wormwood disaster.... which you know as... Chernobyl..."
Swigging pseudoLOLVril distillate, straight from the bottle, Sergei continues his enlightening mystery tour through catacomb-linked fences.... "Kiev... Da... That's vere they dug in the dark, undergrounding their way up through the caverns, lancing the glow-filled great grotto.... I don't pretend to understand it all, but through years of patient study they uncovered some hidden keys.... Black and whiterock relations, LOL- and ALEVril creations... all linked in exotic, fascinating vays.... From our DHARMA contacts, ve knew of your experiments sending bunnies and bears through spacetime, moving through Casimir... Ve suspected and confirmed a number of applications, from beam-weapons to shield-generators, from teleportation to time-travel, and more.... And so it was only a matter of time until our scientists succeeded in sending my team on an advanced reconnaissance mission through spacetime....  This was the behind-scene spacetimerace, verking to beat you to the fabricpunch, spurred on by your infamous Philadelphia Experiment. Of course, ve used the same cover story, citing electromagnetism, hiding true power-sourced configurations from public, for obvious reasons...." 4 Ben slurps a sturgeon-spotted maizecake, while Sergei confesses.... "Our gridspace configured, ve needed a monetary transfusion in vake of Berlin-wall-fallen-defunding.... So it was that he approached us vith... how you say?... vith an offer ve cannot refuse! You see.... vile you may still know us as the bad guys... ve are in reality your brothers in lightside keeping.... as ve fight the good fight against ages-old enemy, incarnate in various forms throughout eons, since humankind dawned... You may know them as Nephilim, Anubisites, Enochians, Illuminati, Bilderbergs, and more.... but ve call them for vhat they really are.... the crawling underbelly of the underverld, existing from Dark Lord's first Edenic temptation forward... the BROTHERHOOD OF THE SNAKE..." 
Hurley chimes a Hammerfilms horrorfest "whoooo" to the proceedings, segueing Sergei's final act of this day.... "Da, ist scary in real terms, not fake... The real deal as you call it.... So our hidden missionagenda is takedown of Brotherhood's vile plans for survival and dominion on this island ve call Earth.... Vith help from kind benefactor's recruits, ve decoded their plans and developed our own strategy for thvarting the...as you say?.... looming doom and gloom.... Key piece now in place, here verking avay, in god-garbed disguise, yust like Charlie and Ji.... All I can tell you is that Brotherhood looks to 'Jericho' the verld back to anarchical chaos, praising their hallowed Set, through unleashing some verldvide cataclysm, which DHARMA vas trying to predict and avert." 5 Pausing a refreshment, Sergei pensives a postscript.... while off grottoback, hoisted lantern-pierced veil, hooded figure prevails, doffing headgear entails.... "Ah, here he comes.... the one of vich I spoke... our key to unlocking the hold of Brotherhood in past, present, and future...." 
Red army-issued utensils now clang, clattering sharply 'gainst shared drang.... Ben staccato-stutters the silence with a gape-jawed amazement.... "YOU..! It's YOU! What're you doing here...? We all thought you were...." To be continued.... Heh-heh-heh.... Namaste Dr. Todd J. Hostager ______________________________________________________________ ENDNOTES: 1. For more information on the Mayan gods contained in the rimlist, please see: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Maya_gods_and_supernatural_beings And yes, the ALEful-life-sucking-pseudo-patrilineaged relationship among fLocke and Sayid arose from gravelike prominence in such Lost episodes as "Sundown". Please see the following, in this regard: http://losthematheory.com/kgmklsgmkg.aspx
2. This is a transcript of an actual Mayan ceremonial chant, with original text and translation available on the site below. Yes, the black rock connection goes further into real history than we may have believed....
http://www.famsi.org/research/bolles/beechant/index.html
3. For more information regarding both vile and positive vortices on the planetary grid, please see: http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/mapas_ocultotierra/esp_mapa_ocultotierra_11.htm
4. Please see the following website for more information regarding the intriguing Philadelphia Experiment: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philadelphia_Experiment 5. Just finished watching the complete Jericho run, free-streaming on Netflix since April 18th. Jericho fans would, indeed, add the Jennings & Rall Corporation to the list of serpentine, engorged Brotherhood of the Snake incarnations. If you have yet to see it, check out Jericho while it is still available on free-streaming Netflix status. | |