Cosmole's House

""Knowing what a phase change would be like for Time? It would have to be a guess. All energy becoming matter, no light no plasma, just physical matter in a nonradiating state spread evenly throughout an ever accelerating Universe. So that dark energy has turned Time into several courses. And yet ‘progress" is made.""

"Remember I was on my way to the cosmologist’s house. I went and have now returned with what came before this explantion and whats comes afterward."

""I propose in my ignorance that the group, phase changes be placed in category called a cycle.

I pimi, that gravity does not radiate therfore to look for gravitons is look in vain. It is an attraction.

Ipimi, that the magnetic monopole is the part of light that isn’t there. The point is not a sphere it is one dimension and can only be ‘pointed’, or sent in one direction, you can not see light from the backside.""

"I got these pieces from the cosmologist’s house. It is an odd place, there is the sound of bubbles moving through water, but I haven’t seen any tanks. Then into the den where the cosmole looks up at the peaks which look up at the Sky and on the far wall there are bubbles like behind L Welk; I can smell soap and see the pink and green window on each bubble. Yes, that is right we call him Cosmole, yes, short for cosmolgist. I wouldn’t go over all this but you are new to town."

"And he says light has only one side?"

"Yes, he has some rather unorthodox views.."

"Is he really a cosmologist?"

"You mean is he a professor, got a lot of degrees? No., but he makes some interesting arguments."

"Sounds crazy to me, I took an astronomy course in college and they didn’t mention any of those theories.."

"It is one of those you gotta be there sort of things.. He says one side light is essential to his version of the inflation theory.. You know what his real name is?.. Crates."

"So this guy says that a magnetic monopole is the ‘nonexistant side’ of light’? I got to meet this guy..."

Nicholas and Rose Marie

Just about now he was worried about the end. But this line applies to a number of guys in the story.

First Prince Nicholas. Several episodes of his life ran through his mind. One was the angry interruption of Violet Marie’s funeral. His family gathered about him, his wife, Andromeda and three daughters all weeping were distracted by a growing noise of people in the cemetery. Besides themselves there were the two grave diggers further down the hill. Their small group, besides the family was the Anglican sexton and a Russian Orthodox priest, a very large young man. Her casket was already in the crypt wall. The noise grew as the crowd rounded the corner and came full on, shouting and gesturing. Andromeda grew fainter and three daughters held on. Nicholas stood before the crowd shouting at him, they demanding their gold. The sexton stepped forward as well as the priest, to no avail as all three men were shoved aside and Nicholas caught fast by the arms of two large men.

Two men seized the end of the casket and began dragging it out of its niche and two more came to help. The women were horror stricken as the coffin came free and was dashed to the ground. It cracked and an man with a sledge hammer stepped close to finish opening it up. Then several men turned it over on its side and pushed away the lid. Just the tiny emaciated body further dried by the mortician rolled out stiffly now there was a hush, Andromeda sobbed and fainted, looking at riot and wreck.

At that moment two uniformed police and two detectives came running up, no doubt cued and expecting to arrest Nicholas for fraud and finding this rudeness and desecration as Nicholas began to roar and struggle. The two uniformed men went over to help restrain the frothing Nicholas hammering out curses in Russian on the mob and several men in particular. The two detectives ordered the crowd to disperse and then gathered one of the men close and started asking very pointed questions.

By that time the two grave diggers from down the hill had run up to assist the sexton, who had a bloody nose stopped by his kerchief. Violet’s doll and bush her mirror broken on flagstones.... .:.
That was a bad moment but this was worse, the Denver Police wanted to question him about his son in laws death. But the treasure was hid, so he forced himself to take a deep breath and then went down the stairs. .:.:.

"I want my little girl here, I want you to go get her and bring her back. And I don’t want any of your shenanigans along with it. And I want to rebury her on the anniversary of her death.", Andromeda. She was prepared for the anger of Nicholas and was very surprised by his meekness and prompt acceptance of this burden.

Now Andromeda was immediately suspicious. He had indeed been a changed man this last year outwardly, but was it sincere. Immediately she thought to add Rose Marie to the quest and said the young lady would be accompanying her father to England.
And so the unforseen bond, not because she couldn’t see it but because he couldn’t, between Nicholas and his eldest daughter was to be formed, on a mission to recover some of the family’s honor. .:.:.:.

In the salon of the steamer, she sipped anisette and he brandy and he having because of proximity over the last few weeks, he had picked up on her shrewdness. When he had pictured his daughter before she was always just behind Alexandre in a supporting role. She was about to surprise him again.

"So father,", she paused as he looked up, "What was it they were looking for when they made a travesty of Violet’s internment?"

"They say I robbed them and had their gold. They had their vulagr thoughts and acted upon them." The roll of the ship swirled their drinks.

"Where did you have the gold, father?" She took a demure sip of her glass.

He rose and said, "I am going on deck to have a cigar."

She stood quickly saying, "Excellant, then I can have a cigarette."

He was shocked but only half a second and offered her his arm and carrying their glasses, they went across the nearly empty salon and out the door onto the deck.

It was high summer but the Moon was new so only the stars lit the sky. They could hear the paddles digging into the water and the friction of the hull’s passage through the low waves as they strolled further forward.

You are a Princess

They were on the bow of the steamer as he, her father explained who he was.

"My father is Alexander, Tsar of all the Russias... but I have been disowned and declared dead, was buried and consider myself fortunate to be outcast, because I still have my life. This was my mother's doing, or it would have been me in that casket, instead of a convenient serf. The agreement is that I never go back, nor contact any of my family, which is really quite large..."

She has watched her father as he spoke watching the the dark sea. She, "And mother knows all of this, does she?"

"Most of it. She is a strong good woman and a lady, some of it she does not want to know."

Rose Marie continues her study, saying, "How do you know that?"

"You are the one closest to her, you love her, you know this..."

The pause brightens the cigarette on the end of the ivory holder. She blows out the smoke so that it arches over her tilted head and hands the holder to her father. He pulls out the cigarette and flicks it over the side, handing the holder back to her. She looks at her father then raises her foot to the rail, bends to raise her long dress to past the knee, she is wearing riding boots and spurs and slips the holder into her boot top, she says, "It does not stnk up my purse this way."

"But the boots?"

She looks directly at him and says, " I love my mother dearly, but I intend to be stronger than her."

"Good girl!"

"It will be Rose Marie from now on. Not cupid or any of those other, meaningless endearments.. Where did you come up with cupid anyway?"

He goes back to staring over the rail for a long moment and then said, "Before you I had all of her attentions and affections, you put a new arrow in her heart.. So I called you cupid, you are the first to ask why."

Closing In

Ever really consider what memorization is? Generally it seems that we think in terms of words, memorize a poem or a speech, a string of dates or rules, oaths.

Next a map, the symbols for contours and features, then we go out in the field and with the concepts retained, able to know where and what without having to ask. Find the ridge, then the adit and go on in. Ropes enough, harnesses, all the hardware, helmets and lamps; a tripod frame, with block and tackle and eyebolts,

"Be very careful about kicking or knocking loose any debris especially rocks, that’s the most dangerous part of this. The ropes and harness are all good. Three hundred feet sitting in a swing really... Remember our training, trust your gear." .:.:.

"Do you really think they are up here?"

"I’ve met the one named Electra. Yeah she’s up here and she’s good enough. It is the two others we’re most worried about..." Sheriff.

"How long you figure before it rains?"

"About fifteen minutes. Saddle up!" Sheriff.

Seven, three women, four men, all got up, still conversing, and put on their packs and went on up the trail, towards the dark grey clouds playing grab ass with the peaks...

Synopsis

Greetings. Thanks for looking at this blog. Next, I would like to explain a few things.

I am adding pieces of the story six days a week, as well as images. However in a blog the very first postings, the beginning, is at the end. I will say that the Profile of the blogger, was at the end, pointed to by the first two entries; The Body and Here it is. I was hoping to establish a hunt for clues on the the blog postings, but I can't make links out the way I'd like to without learning some HTML, so I am learning some. Also at this point I know people are posting comments, they tell me so, but they are not making it onto the blog, I am checking on that as well.

At this point the treasure is still place and the map and clues genuine, within the story. use the link to Older Portions at the end of texts, it goes back a couple of layers.

I hate to bother you with this but, Pastoral says the Saguache Sasquatch, has been reported seen downtown again. [Saguache, the county is pronounced: Saw - watch]

Right now I am going over to the cosmologist's house...