Bigfoot Highway travels, Part 2

Things were getting weirder.

So weird, in fact, I put my foot on the break and pulled off to the side of the road. I took a deep breath. My vehicle made those sounds cars make when they are first turned off, similar to the noises of a settling house. “I don't think we were supposed to see that,” I said. “I really don't think we were supposed to see that.”

She didn't reply.

The road sliced through the forest, making it look like a canyon of trees. Before the incident that had caused me to pull over, we had listened to classic rock. Rolling Stones. Fleetwood Mac. Emily put her hand out the passenger side window, letting it ride the air waves in their crests and lulls. The air was cooler at this elevation, and smelled of vegetation and moving water. It was also eerily quiet. In the city, you hear things constantly, whether you realize it or not. The sirens in the distance. The sound of people talking as they pass your home. Dogs barking. Planes flying overhead. Amongst the thick Northwest forest, I felt the absence of noise almost like a tangible thing. It was like someone put plugs in my ears during a loud concert, it was a relief, but it was also disorientating. Like a warm wet blanket being thrown over my head.

Thoughts bubbled up in my mind, burst, and disappeared in an effervescence, a lazy mess of daydreams and tangents.

There were few people on this section of road. We would go 20 minutes without seeing a car in either direction. We were, in our minds at least, alone. I wish, thinking about it now, we would have stopped more to appreciate how alone we were. The Douglas fir were thickly packed, verdant with undergrowth and overgrowth. I couldn't imagine walking very far into them. It was, I imagine, perfect sasquatch habitat.

Past Brietenbush and almost into Detroit we stopped on the side of the road. I had glimpsed a waterfall below and we scuttled down the embankment. It was steep and we had to jump over a fallen tree to make our way down, but once we reached the bottom, we were speechless. It was beautiful. The water cascaded down into a dazzling blue broth. It was the color of ice. Emily smiled. Though it was so close to the road, it felt like we had discovered it. But that's what you get on the Oregon bigfoot highway: solitude. Emily walked along the edge of the frigid water and I found a nice place to rest my ass. Water scares me. You often can't see the bottom, and I like to avoid the possibility of falling in. The thought of drowning, of gulping as your lungs fill up with water. 

I leaned back and watched her. I was also worried she was going to fall in. I am not a good swimmer, and there would be nothing I could do but get my own self killed if an invisible current got a hold of her. She was beautiful as she leaned down to take pictures, going on her knees as she brought the phone forward. The air smelled of moving water. As I sat there, looking at the trees hugging the steep embankment on the other side of the river over Emily's shoulder, I thought. 

There is something to the idea that the outer world reflects the interior world. This also extends to our thought processes. When we are in the wood, we think a different way than we are out of it. Mark Booth, in his book The Secret History of the World, writes: “the deepest springs of our mental life are also the deepest springs of the physical world, because in the universe of the secret societies all chemistry is physco-chemistry, and the ways in which the physical content of the universe responds to the human psyche are described by deeper and more powerful laws than the laws of material science” (36). The reason I relate that to you is this: Bigfoot is real, and I can prove it.

He is us. He is not us. He existed before us and he didn't too. 

How can this be?

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Booth continues on page 53: “...Let us try to imagine ourselves into the mind of someone about two and half thousand years ago, walking through woodland to a sacred grove or a temple such as Newgrange in Ireland, or Elusis in Greece…”

“To such a person the wood and everything in it was alive. Everything was watching him. Unseen spirits whispers in the movements of the trees. A breeze brushing against his cheek was the gesture of a god. If the buffeting of blocks of air in the sky created lightning, this was an outbreak of cosmic will – and maybe he walked a little faster. Perhaps he sheltered in a cave?”

“When ancient man ventured into a cave he had a strange sense of being inside his own skull, cut off in his own private mental space. If he climbed to the top of a hill, he felt his consciousness race to the horizon in every direction, out towards the edges of the cosmos – and he felt at one with it. At night he experienced the sky as the mind of the cosmos.”

Booth is relaying, quite more eloquently than I can, that in a “mind before matter” universe, the exterior world is literally like wandering through the mind of gods, and depending on where you are (be it a forest, a plain, or a cave), it affects that which possesses your consciousness. Your mind expands when on a hilltop. It shrinks down when you are indoors. What is a person's room but a reflection of their interior world? Cluttered with mystic books? Orderly with mathematical texts? A picture of a nuclear bomb going off? A drawing of a fox or wolf or dragon?

Booth continues: “When [the ancient man] walked along a woodland pathway he would have had a strong sense of following his destiny. Today many of us may wonder, How did I end up this life that seems to have little or nothing to do with me? Such a thought would have been inconceivable to someone in the ancient world, where everyone was conscious of his or her place in the cosmos.

“Everything that happened to him – even the sight of a mote in a sunbeam, the sound of the flight of a bee or the sight of a falling sparrow – was meant to happen. Everything spoke to him. Everything was a punishment, a reward, a warning or a premonition. If he saw an owl, for example, this wasn't just a symbol of the goddess, this was Athena. Part of her, a warning finger perhaps, was protruding into the physical world and into his own consciousness.”

What Mark Booth is describing is animism. <a href=”https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animism”>Wikipedia</a> illustrates it as such, “Animism perceives all things—animals, plants, rocks, rivers, weather systems, human handiwork and perhaps even words—as animated and alive.” How does this relate to bigfoot?

To the ancients, collective visions (ie Bigfoot, Point Pleasant's Mothman, BEK) were possible because ideas were more real than objects. “In this history,” he writes, “gods and spirits control the material world and exercise power over it” (59). Gods weren't just myths. They were ideas, ideas that existed not just outside us but inside us too. Consciousness was not the realm of the “I”, it had power centers represented by the different gods. Gods that could speak to multiple individuals at once, through multiple people at once, over years and even generations. “We will see, too, how sometimes disembodies beings break through, unbidden. Sometimes whole communities are possessed” (59). I like to think that this idea of collective vision continues to this day without most of us realizing it. Not only its chance to enrich our lives, but also its terrible danger.

Patrick Harpur calls these disembodied spirits 'daimons'. Daimons are spirits, angels, ufos, monsters, ghosts, dogmen, Black Eyed Kids, fairies, and they are, perhaps especially, gods. They represent images, ideas, archetypes, and they exist in the collective unconscious, both in the realm of Morpheus's dreams, but also outside of them, in the physical world, in Plato's Anima Mundi, “the soul of world”. They provide the “connection between gods and men” (Harpur 35) and if we ignore them, according to Plutarch, we “[break] the chain that unites the world to God” (Harpur 36).

One of these many 'spirits', these 'daimons', are the apemen that exist across the globe.

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Bigfoot is the archetype of the wildman, in other words, he is an idea, an image of an ancient caveman-- he is hairy, lives in the forest, one with nature, a beast. He is a reflection of ourselves, or the way we perceive a more primitive human to look like. 

Patrick Harpur has a salient idea in his book “Daimonic Reality.” He writes “… like almost no other natural feature, a lake provides a ready-made metaphor, […] a symbol of the collective unconscious, and imaginative nexus where individual perception (or 'misperception') and collective myth meet. Regardless of the actual characteristics of the lake, it is transformed by the Imagination into a reflection of the unconscious itself, becoming a dark, impenetrable, bottomless kingdom that does not yield up its dead” (129). Again, our consciousness not only reflects the outside world, it literally becomes 'one' with it. As Harpur states earlier in the book, Carl Jung often compared the collective unconscious to an ocean, constantly in flux, a sea of images and archetypes rising and falling, moving forward and receding-- and consciousness “only a small island rising out of, and surrounded by, the vast unconscious fluidity” (14).

Harpur continues on about enclosed bodies of water: “[lake monsters] are seen now as contained in the lake, now as another manifestation of it. Rising like archetypal images toward the light of consciousness, they are glimpsed in an instant of amazement before sinking back in the depths, their wake sending ripples into the far reaches of our minds” (129). As Harpur writes, the perceived monsters we sometimes see lurking in lakes, at least as I choose to understand it, are actually analogous to our own hidden-away monsters—our ids, our cruxes, our habits we would not like to admit to ourselves, our violent tendencies, our reptilian brain.

As discussed earlier, forests are another imaginal mirror to our minds. Forests are inherently mysterious. They have no order as man would create. Vegetation – leaves, vines, wood – blocks the viewer's eyeline. It is, in literary tradition, the place where order, and man's laws, break down. It is the realm of the feminine, untamed, nourishing, dangerous. It is a representation of 'wholeness', where everything is clearly connected to everything else, where both dark and light are equally represented within its depths. It reminds one, at least on a spiritual level, that one is included in this web, that some day one will return to it and be reborn as something as else. 

It is also a mystery, a puzzle, a maze-- a neglected part of ourselves in a world ruled by Saturn, by the left brain, by man, by rules, by laws and boxes, by endless categories and hierarchies, as Harpur puts it, the temenos. The wood is where many fairy tales are set and many an adventurer has a sojourn through a dark, dangerous forest, perhaps because that inside this maze is a collective unconscious reflection, much like the lake monsters that Harpur described above. A bigfoot, half-man, half-beast, given birth by us as a tulpa, disappearing as quickly as breath on a mirror when he does show up.

The Oregon Bigfoot Highway, the quest of all quests.

If you drive the Oregon Bigfoot Highway, at some point during your travels a sasquatch will watch you pass by. At least that is according to the book aptly titled 'The Oregon Bigfoot Highway' by Joe Beelart and Cliff Olson. As soon as I read that line, I knew it was time to plan a trip.

Since I was a kid growing up in the humid, muggy, weird Midwest of America (I comment on the weather because it's hot as the surface of the sun plus the collective heat of all the world's religious hells in Portland right now, where I currently live), I have been intrigued by the mystery of the unknown. I would wake up early every morning in the summers to watch the Scifi channel reruns of the show 'Sightings' hosted by Tim White. I would stay up late and listen to Art Bell or George Noory on Coast to Coast AM on the radio. They would discuss aliens, Bigfoot, ghosts, cattle mutilations, poltergeists, demons, and the Men in Black, encounters with 'high strangeness'.

It's all something we can relate to, right? Who isn't awed by the sublime horror of the first Matrix film? In that sense, we are all attuned to the idea that there is something not right with reality as we perceive it. And these supernatural sightings are an example of that.

At the end of the day, modernism has boxed in our ideas of what the universe is and isn't, what we are and what we aren't, as any older mythology has. In 'modern' societies, most of us are so distracted by fake sport tribalism, fake political tribalism, student loans, bills, work, bills, work, taxes, netflix, the Bachelorette Rachel and her denial of the perfect, man-god sex symbol whaboom!guy, super hero hyper-universes (hello Grant Morrison!), social media, gossip, porn, bills, work, bills, taxes, the ghost of Johnny Depp's career, you get what I'm saying right?

Cue video of hamster running around in a wheel too fast and getting spun out.

Or to quote Pink Floyd, 'we are two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.' We really are limited by what we perceive the universe to be. This is the age of Saturn, baby—the scythe god rendering us all the useless matter of giants. We are trapped, and none of us know it.

'High strangeness' encounters are Lovecraftian cosmic horror because they render the experiencer at a complete loss—to put it another way, it's like watching a television program and having one of the characters turn to you, the viewer, and say, “You! Yes you! Save me, I'm trapped in here!” It's impossible. It's horrifying. It destroys your sense of reality. Your sense of self. But it also has the potential to render YOU free of your 'box' of what is possible.

What if?

That was the first question. And close second is:

How? How are these strange paranormal sightings continuing to happen with no tangible proof? And if you can have an 'experience' yourself, will you be set free of the Matrix?

Currently I live in Portland Oregon, not too far from the picturesque byway no. 5 that is known on the maps as 224 and to Beelart and Olson as the Oregon Bigfoot Highway. It takes you through Estacada, up into Mt. Hood National Forest and the Willamette National Forest, and will deposit the driver into a little town by a lake of the same name, Detroit. It is also a hotbed of bigfoot sightings and high strangeness encounters.

Our journey started around noon on June 24, 2017 and took us southbound on 205, off exit 13 going east, and then southward towards Estacada. It was, as I have mentioned earlier, a hot as the combined hotness of the sun plus the world's religious hells kind of day (over 100 degrees Fahrenheit). Our rented half of a duplex, like so many in overpriced PDX, has no air conditioning, so being in an A/C enabled 2014 Mazda CX-5 was actually a relief.

By the way, check out the back of my car:

Now you know I am serious.

The path down the Clackamas highway, which as the name suggests, follows the Clackamas river up into, you guessed it, the Clackamas river watershed. The hottest weekend of the year so far drew more people than usual out of their homes to relax, raft, and meander in the river. It was also the Lavender festival weekend throughout Oregon.

Emily and I stopped by an Eagle Creek ranch. It was chill. A band played folksy laid back rhythms.

There was lavender soap for sale. Lavender honey. Lavender jam. 

Lavender lemonade. Lavender bath salt. Lavender you-cuts.

Emily purchased a bbq rap from a vendor. I got a pulled pork sandwich. We reclined in the shade of an oak tree as we ate our meals, the band jamming out, the ranch house behind us, the Clackamas river in front. Swallows dived into the dark lackadaisical water of that particular section of the river. Rafters competed with ducks for space in the moving water. I think it was the exact kind of atmosphere that would draw sasquatch in. 

Perhaps before I go on, I should explain what the gentle giants are, to me at least. Though I am someone who has never had an encounter, but I have read several books on the topic.

 

Bigfoot is the Willy Nelson of nature spirits. He's hairy. He stinks. He probably smokes weed. He takes a lot of late night trips to taco bell. He votes strictly Democrat unless it's Hillary Clinton, then it’s Green Party all the way, baby. He’s the nowhere man in that Beatles song. He walks around like a bare footed hippy. He's a nudist. He's covered in hair, not fur, like the burly overweight Eastern European guy who likes to go to hot springs shirtless. He enjoys the simpler things in life. He likes kids because their innocent. He is your lazy cousin who spent his summer living inside a redwood tree with a group of similarly minded nowhere people.

I’m overpaying this hippy thing a bit—I think it’s true, but every truth has a 'but' (just like every person has a butt). Bigfoot, as a people, are actually more like local organic farms that are celebrated by urban hipsters so much. They aren’t afraid to kill deer for food. They aren’t above throwing rocks at intruders (I’m pretty sure bigfoots arent a fan of guns, or fire for that matter). Also bigfoots appear to be voyeurs. There are accounts of them staring at people as they sleep in their truckbeds, peeking through windows into bedrooms as the occupants slumber, even watching human television through same said windows. 

 

Emily, for one, says bigfoots scare her. I don't blame her. They are reportedly 6 to 12 feet tall by eye witness accounts (all we have I suppose). They are physically intimidating. Think of what violence a chimp can, and have done, to people. They are, to our knowledge, exclusively encountered in their own domain, so they always have home field advantage. Though, it is to be said, that often these encounters do happen in the liminal spaces on the edge of society-- homes near the woods, farms with orchards, ranches just outside a nature preserves. Like people, personalities among the sasquatch are likely to vary. They are not all Willy Nelson types—like humans, there are likely to be aberrants. 


Like I said earlier, these fears are justified. But deep down, my perhaps unjustified belief is that to see the impossible would set me free. 

 

Bigfoot are people, if you didn't pick that up. They are as smart or smarter than us.

Bigfoot are also a supernatural people. I do believe they have abilities to communicate with us and each other without words, as in they are likely telepathic. I also believe, if they exist, they are able to enter other worlds through some sort of portals.  It is impossible that they have existed this long without us finding them if they do not have some paranormal abilities.

 

Now things get fun because we drift into the Daimonic reality, the great Cosmic joke. We are entering a new world, folks, where, if you can believe, the impossible becomes the possible. 

Our trip was taking us into the heart of bigfoot country, where anything can happen.

to be continued...

Video Rap-Up 8/12/2012

Internet Rap-Up 8/12/2012

I love internet videos, especially ones that make me laugh or lift me to some sort of emotional epiphany. There is nothing like being a first-mover on something... therefore, I will be a first mover, or at least a late-week mover. 'Look at me!' I cry. I thought I would start a Sunday column giving you ten videos that I particularly thought were awesome this week. I will try to keep them recent, as to not mine the annuls of the internet for some long-forgotten treasure. Anyway, keep up with me on Google+ account as I find a brilliant piece of awesomeness daily.

1. Call Me Maybe Chatroullete Dancer



From the scum of Chatroulette comes what appears to be humanity. Their faces as they realize that dude is a dude, well, it's priceless. I do feel bad for some of them though. That guy without a shirt on was clearly getting ready to ... well. And the creepy man in the bathrobe was a little too into it. But this made me happy. Seriously, you can get severely disillusioned with your fellow man after surfing through Omegle for a few minutes. But these people were awesome, and let's face it, the girls were attractive. Anyway, good job, guys. Your faces were great.

2. Raaarrrgg!



A short but sweet one. Time to celebrate the Olympics with a good ol' Godzilla scream.

3. Taking a dinosaur on a walk in Australia



I was wondering why they didn't try to hide the person's legs more. I mean, as a viewer you do forget about them, but still, it slightly takes you out of the illusion. Several reddit users gave reasons. One was that dark blue was a neutral color (to me they looked like stone-washed jeans). Another was that if they blended in more it would appear to have four legs and not two. The best reason, though, was that without them, people would freak out and try to shoot it with their concealed carry. That honestly makes the most sense to me.

4. and 5. Onion News on the 2012 Summer Olympics





Since I started doing this near the middle of the week, I'll give you two Onion videos making fun of the Olympics. It's over people, the Olympics I mean. America got the most medals in every category: gold, silver, bronze, and obviously the total tally. The Who and the Spice Girls are set to perform at the closing ceremony, while the Queen takes a nap. But America did it. After all the talk of coming in second to the Chinese, or possibly even third. The Olympics actually makes me proud to be an American. I love that we are a diverse group of people, a people who can see past our differences when it matters and rally to victory. America is like a giant USS Enterprise. We come from tons of different cultures, and that makes us stronger.

Anyway, Jack Nicholson, Leonardo DiCaprio, Tom Hanks, Denzel Washington, and Daniel Day Lewis came out as gay, didn't you know?

6. The Art of the Glitch



This is a little piece by PBS which shows off the Art of the Glitch. I've never heard of this before, but I am impressed with the improvisational nature of it. Here is the PBSoffbook sypnosis of the video:

Glitches are the frustrating byproduct of technology gone awry. Wildly scrambled images, frozen blue screens, and garbled sounds signify moments where we want to throw our expensive computer products out the window. Many artists and programmers, however, have embraced these crisis moments and discovered beauty in the glitch. By hacking familiar systems, they intentionally cause glitches, and manipulate them to create art. Enjoying the aesthetics of technological mistakes defies the notion that technology and entertainment has to be a seamless experience. Most importantly, glitch artists reveal a certain soulfulness that emerges when complex streams of information, visual media, and our own lives converge in the chaos of the glitch.

7. Trailer for 2012's "Red Dawn"



This is a film that had its release date shuffled around by its parent studio, its enemy changed from China to North Korea, and this despite the big name actors which star in it. I, for one, am excited for it. It plays off real fears I think a lot of Americans have going into these next few decades. Could the US be invaded by an outside force? Our infrastructure is not what it used to be. Our economy is in the pits. Our number one status is fading away. That's why the 2012 Olympics was so important. It made us proud again. Even our economy seems to be doing relatively well compared to everyone else. (Yeah, I know this is frankly an illusion, but it's what we need.) Anyway, I hope this one does gangbusters.

8. The Fine Bros get a bunch of kids to look at "Where the Hell is Matt?"



For some reason this made me happy. We are indeed a global community. After returning home from a small island in the Pacific Ocean, I know that more than ever.

"Kinda makes me feel like I could do anything like flyyyyy!"

9. NDT taking on RD



I think my best response to this comes from a comment I made to another poster.

[In response to another commenter] I don't think so. It's not a terrible approach, but when you take this approach, all it does is add credence to what they are saying. As if the 2 sides are equal, or even somewhat equal. Why would you treat such outlandish and retarded nonsense with the same respect as you treat other issues which aren't so one sided. If a guy says he is an ET and that he and his group come from the planet ZARGOONO, I don't really feel you should pander to him and treat his ideas with any sort of respect. --sihTdaeRtnaCuoY

My reply to him:

Still, if someone said they were from planet ZARGOONO or whatever, wouldn't it be easier to convince him by treating him with some sort of respect, if not his beliefs? I mean, religion may be completely outlandish in your opinion, but you are not going to get any converts by treating its adherents like idiots. It's just not going to happen. --DegausserNOW

His reply back:

Perhaps it might be more effective in converting people, so if that was your sole goal no matter the cost, then I would have to agree with Tyson. While I would like people to "convert" to atheism, I don't think it's more important than being honest. Dawkins cares for the truth more than anything, I personally agree and feel it's more important to be honest about what you think than to convert people. He treats religious views as any other, and still treats the PEOPLE with respect and kindness. --sihTdaeRtnaCuoY

10. Justin Bieber gets beat up



I am not a Justin Bieber fan. I was only convinced to watch this by my far-distant cousin, Ria. But the song isn't that bad, and if your intention is to keep on pop culture, here is his latest music video, "As Long As You Love Me". Bieber can't act, but Michael Madsen, Bill's brother in "Kill Bill", is awesome. Plus he beats the tar out of the Canadian in this.

And that was my first week of doing this. I love pop culture, internet culture, media, blah, blah, blah. This stuff gets me off... figuratively. So yeah, hope you liked my first try.

The Joker and the Occult

The year was 2009, in Dendermonde, Belgium. A man with white face make-up, blackened eyes, and dyed red hair wandered into a day care center. His goal was mass hysteria, and brandishing his weapon, he set to accomplish his task. After all was said and done, the man, "Kim D", had murdered two baby boys, a woman, and injured 13 others in a "frenzied knife attack". A knife, small axe, and fake pistol were later confiscated, as well as a piece of paper with the address of another creche, perhaps what was intended as his next target. He was wearing body armor, similar to James Holmes almost three years later in Colorado. "You see this kind of thing on TV and you think it's bad," a resident told Reuters. "You don't realize, but now when it happens in your own street, so close to us." The killer was later identified as Kim De Gelder, an unemployed Belgian from Sinaai. He was high on drugs and alcohol, and according to his attorney, had heard voices in his head. "In further media reports, De Gelder reportedly watched The Dark Knight an unusually high number of times ("film obsession"), appears to have quoted the character Harvey Dent at the start of the attack, and committed the attacks on the one-year anniversary of Heath Ledger's death" (Wikipedia).

"It’s a combination of reading all the comic books I could that were relevant to the script and then just closing my eyes and meditating on it," he says. "I sat around in a hotel room in London for about a month, locked myself away, formed a little diary and experimented with voices — it was important to try to find a somewhat iconic voice and laugh. I ended up landing more in the realm of a psychopath — someone with very little to no conscience towards his acts. He’s just an absolute sociopath, a cold-blooded, mass-murdering clown, and Chris has given me free rein. Which is fun, because there are no real boundaries to what The Joker would say or do. Nothing intimidates him, and everything is a big joke" - Heath Ledger (Empire Online)

Reading Ledger's account of how he created the Joker, it certainly sounds like he was communicating with something beyond the realm of corporeal existence. The process sounds terrifying. I imagine a normally-dressed man writing in his notebook, completely alone. The light from the lamp is repressive and shining harshly on his pacing frame. The actor would later report having trouble sleeping, which would eventually lead to his death by overdose. I can't help but think that his role as the Joker may have contributed to that mental state. On the 22nd of January, 2008, Heath Ledger was found unconscious in his bed at 421 Broome Street in the hip Soho neighborhood in Manhattan. The EMTs arrived seven minutes later, but were unable to revive him. At 3:36 pm, Heath Ledger was pronounced dead in his apartment. The autopsy produced toxicological analysis report declared that "Mr Heath Ledger died as the result of acute intoxication by the combined effects of oxycodone, hydrocodone, diazepam, temazepam, alprazolam and doxylamine. [...] We have concluded that the manner of death is accident, resulting from the abuse of prescription medications." Ledger had complained of being unable to sleep to his co-star, Christopher Plummer, and his ex, Michelle Williams confirmed this in an interview. The Joker's avatar was dead.

A year after Ledger's death, another man dressed as the character, US army specialist Christopher Lanum, would be shot dead as he pointed a shotgun at police. "Lanum's girlfriend [...] told investigators that the soldier idolised the Joker," it was reported in The Guardian. He was a suspect in the stabbing of another soldier just a few hours earlier. In another case, this time in 2010 in Ireland, Christopher Clancey, who was also wearing clothes similar to Heath's, "filled six large jerry cans with petrol" and poured their contents through a broken window at his school. He had bought the 100 liters of gas from nearby stations days prior and had been storing the fluid outside the school. Clancey lit the fuel ablaze, taping it on his phone, and sent the destruction to his friends. "I am glad I did it," he told reporters, "because the people will realize they can't treat students as sub-human." The resulting damage was over $1 million. Heath's character was no longer only affecting his creator, but also those who had come to see him as a hero.

In light of the recent shootings in Colorado, I have been contemplating the occult aspects of the character and why he holds such dangerous, addictive qualities. At the 2008 opening of the The Dark Knight, I remember being in awe of Heath Ledger. It was late in the night, when the veil between the worlds is less perceptible, and even when I watch it today, I relish every nuance of his performance. The way he inflects his voices, raises certain syllables into a whine but others into a rabid growl. His stances, the way he sucks his lips, being "young, alive, and evil" as one reviewer put it. He fascinated a generation, but he is also dangerous, particularly to unstable minds. The Joker killings in Belgium. The case of Christopher Lanum in the States. His image is so iconic that it has been adopted as a challenge against authority by various groups. When I imagine Ledger's performance, I can't help but think of a bubbling, black ooze that is slding under our streets, under our houses, in places we can't see but is always there, waiting to be discovered if we look too closely. He is tempting. An evil spirit who beckons us with duplicitous promises. In previous blogs, I have mentioned the Joker's link to Dionysus' mass hysteria. Dionysus is the god of masks, acting, drunkenness, and rebelling. He was the call of the wild to ancient Greece's patriarchy, bringing chaos to Pentheus, Orpheus, and countless helpless animals.

There was something in Ledger's performance that was so utterly primordial, that it's as if the ancient spirit of Bacchus flowed through him to entertain a new millenium of mad people. Certain sites link him directly to the Anti-Christ, and I can't help but think that is not too far off. Our culture is in love with death. It permeates our movies, our political actions, even the clothing we wear. It is a symptom of a society that is at odds with itself, not only unaware of its lunatic subconscious but denying it even exists. It is societies like these which are ruled by the masculine left brain and have sudden outbursts of madness... mass killings, wars, racism, sexism, debauchery... We are so controlled, so tightly wound, that when we snap, we really snap. Hear it? That snapping? It's the sound of the Joker's cackling laugh. See that 1000 point drop in the DOW? See the failing EU? The US's crumbling infrastructure, wars, and economy? It's a house of cards that the Joker wants to kick, letting them fall across the earth. It is interesting to note that the only card in the deck without hierarchy is the Joker. He is outside the system, willing to take on any role (i.e. mask) that he needs to defeat the enemy. Nolan's communicated with something evil, that's for sure. It was a finely tuned metaphor for the cracks on the dam's edifice, and the plaster used to cover it up. TDKR showed that this was only a temporary solution and delaying the inevitable: madness would eventually reign, flowing from the torn up dam and pouring across the streets of Gotham. TDKR has one literally burst.

The only thing standing in Dionysus' way was Apollo, the god of laws, numbers, and language. They were also rumored to be one in the same. Apollo, who lived in Delphi three-fourths of the year, would fly north for the other fourth. In his stead, Dionysus would rule. In other words, madness would overtake logic for a part of the year. Our modern culture has, at-large, forgotten this. We live in a world where men are expected to be rational 100 percent of the time. Maybe that's why it's the males who are the ones who snap these days while in ancient Greece it was the women. One can see The Dark Knight as a modern representation of this eternal struggle between the id (The Joker, Bacchus) and the ego (Batman, Apollo). The id, the Mother, is a sense of wildness and wholeness. The ego, harbored in the left brain and represented by masculine entities, is the place where language, mathematics skills, and laws are formed. It is individualistic, where 'I' is. The Mother's right brain is untamed, where sublime art is created, and where the community is king.

The socially constructed 'I' is constantly being taunted by the forces of nature. We age, we die, our loved ones die, and there is nothing we can do about it. It is what some philosophers call the bait-and-switch, we desire, but we also fear. One can look at each of Nolan's Batman movies, especially the first two, and see how each is represented by one of these concepts. Batman Begins is a society taunted by fear. The Dark Knight is based around a villain who begs for society to let go to its base desires. The Dark Knight Rises may be Nolan's clumsy meditation on overcoming fear and desire, to simply exist. The director had his finger on the beats of our culture--at what cost are we willing to be free? He employed some of Hollywood's best thespians to get there.

Most actors commune with otherworldly entities to play their roles. I posit that each personality trait is a spirit which exists within and without us. A typical person will communicate with one dominant entity, while actors are aware (subconsciously or not) that there are many, many more. If, like Heath Ledger, the actor starts communicating with a demon, there can be repercussions. It seems to me that Ledger accidentally performed ancient magic which summoned a dangerous spirit, releasing him to the masses. It was a spirit that had always lived inside him, buried but never forgotten, that emerged in his performance. And that spirit threw him aside when he no longer needed him. Not only that, but because it would be really funny in a dark humor sort of way. The Joker, this evil prickling in the back of our minds, is asserting his reemergence in the modern world. To be clear, this is one way to look at the world. The polar opposite, a pragmatic material universe, is another way. As are all myths.

Mass hysteria. Death. These are things that the Joker would get a kick out of.

Grant Morrison's presentation on Sigil Magic

I love this presentation by Grant Morrison. Beware of the language.

Review of Chris Nolan's "The Dark Knight Rises"

Property of Warner Brothers.

Yesterday, I walked out of the theater at a loss for words. I hated the film I had waited four years to see. It was a travesty, an ugly over-blown, Michael Bay-esqe, one-toned pile without the beautiful spectacle. And after what happened in Aurora, Colorado, I hate the film even more. I hate it for what it is going to cause: reactionaries on the left who will use it as capital to clamp down on firearms, neo-idiots on the right who will say it happened because of too much violence in movies, TV, and video games (uh oh, looks like Holmes liked role playing games too), and a government which is going to require more security in malls and theaters after this massacre. Salman Rushdie, his fingers sore after spewing bile on Twitter about America's gun laws, seems to have forgotten Norway just last year, a place famous for its gun control which also suffered a major national calamity.

But why did this happen in the first place? Nolan's version of Batman has hit a chord with people around the world. He represents hope, a vigilante authority who strives to protect us against the agents of chaos. But in our society, it is perhaps the ataxia, the discord, that is more appealing. We can see it in the quiet works of Werner Herzog, specifically Grizzly Man, or Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer. People are simply fed up with this place and are seeking a way out. They want to embrace the chaos. It attracts them like an addictive drug, a charming rogue, or Satan at the crossroads himself. Perhaps the better question isn't how many laws we should pass on gun ownership and manufacture, how our entertainment is affecting our children's mind, or what kind of naked body scanners we should place in our cities, but what is wrong with our society that it caused a promising young neuroscience student, one who had received a $26,000 federal grant from the National Institutes of Health, a part of the Department of Health and Human Services, to go on a shooting spree at the biggest movie opening of the year? A movie that specifically brings up themes of control and freedom.


Bale's Batman. Property of Warner Brothers.

The first two movies had already rung true with so many audiences. They played off our society's desires and angst. Chaos. Fear. Death.

Death is not only a theme in this franchise, but a specter that swirls around it like so many bats on the movies' logos. Heath Ledger's performance in The Dark Knight hit a new macabre high. Not only because of his grungy, hilarious, terrifying, and sexy performance, but also because we were watching a dead man. The spirit of chaos, the trickster spirit, had performed his greatest joke. He had killed off the soul who had communed with him so closely, making the world awe at Ledger's walking corpse. It is a Faustian fable. When a person strolls too close to perfection, he is going to get burned.

Ledger's Joker was the perfect representation of sexy madness. Like the Bacchanalia in ancient Greece, he was a spirit to be communed with, begging you to let go of society's made-up rules and embrace the insanity within. He taunted the 'rule-makers', pleading with Gotham's citizens to opt out of their constructed game, and did this by pointing out the absurdity of it all, a theme epitomized in the Joker's talk with Dent in the hospital. "I'm like a dog chasing its tail," he said, "I don't know what I would do if I caught it!" It is this thirst for new order from unorder that is also symbolized with the likes of Tyler Durden and "Breaking Bad"'s Walter White. White, for his part, shows us another man literally sick to death of the modern world. Eventually, his evil acts spread like a disease, poisoning the whole community. One wonders if Nolan's Batman series hasn't had a similar result. Several actors and workers involved with the movies' production were accidentally killed violently, and it was around the time of the second film's launch that Bale was arrested for attacking his mother and sister. And now this.

About 20 minutes into TDKR's midnight showing in Aurora, Colorado, a man opened fire. He was armed with AR-15 assault rifle, a Remington 870 shotgun, two .40-caliber Glock handguns and covered in a suit of armor many had assumed was cosplay. It was the worst mass shooting in the United States' history. Children, teenagers, and even a baby were feared among the casualties. 12 dead. 58 wounded. Many others reported irritated eyes because of the tear gas he had opened his assault with. The man, James Holmes, was from San Diego and attending school in Denver for a PHD in neuroscience. He surrendered willfully to the police when they arrived on the scene. When asked his name, he replied, "The Joker, enemy of Batman."

The Joker...

Police rushed to his Aurora home. Descending up the stairs wearing protective gear, the shooter had rigged his 850-square-foot, third-floor apartment with chemicals and explosives. An official later noted that Holmes' death-trap "seemed to mirror a chaotic state of mind." Waist-high trip wires were set up across the living room, one strategically placed against the front door. If a visitor had accidentally set the trap off, 30 live grenades would have exploded under their feet. Holmes' had improvised these particular bombs, filling empty jars with "explosive liquids and .223-and-.40-caliber bullets" which were connected to "'control box' in the kitchen" (LA Times).

The impending blast would have probably also ignited 10 gallons of gasoline which were nearby. At least that's what appears was Holmes' intention. "Overall," the official noted, "[...] if the devices [...] had gone off, the fireball alone would have blown up and consumed the entire third floor of the apartment building." Five buildings were soon evacuated. Many Batman-related paraphernalia decorated Holmes' flat. A Batman poster and mask were discovered on the scene. More booby traps were placed in another room, and connected to a lethal combination of acids. Because of the danger, evidence such as a computer and chemical compounds were carefully taken away. People wishing to collect their belongings from the evacuated area were told to hold off until the grounds could be fully secured.

This attack was reminiscent of the chaos The Joker championed in The Dark Knight, especially his followers' killing of Rachel Dawes and mutilation of Harvey Dent.



However, there was a strange inconsistency in Holmes: why did he warn the police that his home was booby trapped? Why did he so easily surrender? If Holmes' goal was the total over-running of senses through death and destruction, he apparently had had a last minute change of heart.

Holmes' face was covered in a red towel as he was led into the Arapahoe Detention Center. His hair and clothing were already red. It was clothing which had been hidden from the movie goers under a suit of ballistic gear. His legs were shackled. His hands were cuffed behind him. "He's spitting at everything," one of the inmates later told a reporter. "He was spitting at the door and spitting at the guards. [...] Dude was acting crazy." Holmes was locked in solitary confinement and put on suicide watch. His actions had off-put some of the prisoners, to say the least. Many talked of killing him. Holmes ate his meal in the morning, however, a breakfast of grits and sausage. His windows were blocked with tape. "Let’s just say he hasn’t shown any remorse," one of the jail's employees reported, "He thinks he's acting in a movie."

And madness was sweeping across the nation. A Maine man turned himself in a day after seeing the The Dark Knight Rises, telling the authorities that he was on his way to kill a former employer. After searching his car, police found an "AK-47 assault weapon, four handguns, ammunition and news clippings about the mass shooting that left 12 people dead early Friday" (Yahoo News). In New Jersey, 100 were evacuated from the Edgewater Multiplex after an emergency exist was opened. A man had stood up, walked outside through the door and spoke to another person, then went back in. After the authorities arrived and the opener refused to step forward, the showing was ended. Another was canceled in Norwalk, California when a male raised his cell phone up and shouted, "Does anyone have a gun? [...] I should go off like in Colorado." Shots were heard outside another theater in Florida. There were no casualties in the incident.

The country was going crazy.

The famous director Peter Bogdanovich blamed modern entertainment, writing that "violence on the screen has increased tenfold. It's almost pornographic. In fact, it is pornographic. Video games are violent, too. It's all out of control. I can see where it would drive somebody crazy," and America's gun laws, "Anytime there's a massacre, which is almost yearly now, we say, 'Well, it's not the guns. Guns don't kill people. People kill people' and all that bullshit from the NRA. Politicians are afraid to touch it because of the right wing. And nothing ever changes. We're living in the Wild West." The shooting has sparked an increase in gun sales across the nation. Buyers claimed, when prompted, that it was for protection from future shootings. Meanwhile, unrest in Anaheim has gone, for the most part, unreported by the press. Echoes of the Joker's speech from TDK about 'everything going as planned' comes to mind.

During his first court appearance the Monday after the shooting, Holmes looked despondant. Off-color humor was attempted in the press, many writing how the "Joker wasn't laughing now," but other observers noted his creepy appearance. Holmes stared down with tired eyes. He never said a word, his droopy head falling back and forth when spoken to. An appearance of remorse sometimes fluttered across his troubled face. However, it would quickly return to indifference, as if he didn't know what he had done. Later in the week, Holmes would ask a guard how the movie ended. A witness told a reporter of the event, "He was trying to look like he was sincerely curious. Like he had no idea why there was anything wrong with what he was saying. It was sick ... I think he’s trying real hard to act crazy.”


Smirking face of James Holmes, taken years earlier.

The Joker is an agent of chaos, and perhaps, if you peruse my older blogs on the magic of story-telling, a dangerous spirit who has the ability to possess people. I say this not as a lunatic, but as one who understands the power fictional characters have over people. When something really resonates, it becomes greater than just one person ever could be. Holmes was a kid perceptible to this possession. I know this because he did what he did.

Now the film franchise will have the ever-lasting burden of not only Ledger's death, but also the murder of the poor people inside that Colorado movie theater, and because of Holmes, we will never be able to look at the Joker the same way again either. This is not a symptom of the character's potency, but our society's attraction to him. We admire the Joker because there is something about him that we wish we could be. Leonard Shlain would make the link between the left brain's controlling ego and the need in society for a balancing madness. The more controlled the ego, the more uncontrolled the id. Thus, there is not something wrong with the Joker for existing, there is something wrong with us, our society. The people who paid for it with their lives were the people who loved him the most.

If the demonic spirit of the Joker is alive, surfing the paranoia and desires of our collective unconscious, he is getting his greatest laugh. Not only are the masses still knee-slapping and getting a thrill out of his dead puppet, Ledger, but now they are literally dying at his amphitheater alter. See them line up and perish in the name of pop chaos! In this regard, it may interest you what the mad author of one of the Joker's most iconic stories, "The Killing Joke", has to say on magic. In another example, Moore writes that "the way that people immerse themselves in alcohol, in drugs, in television, in any of the addictions that our culture throws up, can be seen as a deliberate attempt to destroy any connection between themselves and the responsibility of accepting and owning a higher Self and then having to maintain it.” The trickster is cackling in the night, making children afraid of the glow of the movie screen. He beckons them to him. He tempts them with anarchy, destruction, anonymousness. Yes, he is the 'man' that wants to watch the world burn.

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But before any of this entered by radar, I already hated the film.

Living on Guam gifted me the opportunity to see it a day earlier than I would have in the States. I excitedly got out of bed Friday morning and looked for movie times. It was Liberation Day tomorrow, so I knew every nerd and ding-bat alike was going to try and get in the theater. Luckily, a 2:45 showing was starting just down the street. After calling my friend Rob, I left in my borrowed vehicle. The anticipation was killing me. This was the movie I had been wanting to see all year, even when The Avengers, Spider-Man, and Prometheus opened. My heart started beating faster-- in Nolan, I trusted. After we arrived, Rob bought the tickets and I bought the food. The theater was cool, the sound system was working fine, and I was surrounded by a group of eager Chamorros and Haolies. I couldn't get the damn smile off my face.

The film opens with a thrilling plane action sequence that upped my high expectations even further. Bane's raspy voice sent chills down my spine, and I knew immediately who he was: Lord Humongous from Road Warrior. So, I thought at the time, Nolan is showing his cards early. He is finally going to go all out on his themes of order/anarchy. Mad Max, Batman style! The thing was, I knew something was off.

His vision is... the way he films scenes that should leave you in awe of the spectacle, of the architecture, of the image... it feels so small, so ashamed of its comic book origins. It was a feeling I got when Bruce goes to a masquerade party in an opulent house, full of fabulously dressed women and men. He should have shown it all. Pulled out, really let us see how decadent the place was. Give us a reason to hate the rich and root for the poor (an underclass never shown in the film). Instead, we get glimpses of it. Little snapshots of a cake, of a few people dancing. Why didn't he relish the image? Why couldn't he hold a camera shot for more than a few seconds? Harry Knowles of Ain't It Cool News, a man who can grate on me, said it best in a video for the Nerdist channel:



This was before he saw the film. His review after was scathing but is one of the few times I agree with Harry. I have never seen Fritz Lang's Metropolis, but I have watched the anime remake by Rintaro. I love that film because it shows the disgusting opulence of the elite, as well as the poor folks who live underground. The director does this not by telling but by showing. He lets the images linger, lets you absorb them through osmosis, not by screaming a message at you. It makes me wonder if the perfect director for a film like this would have been Alfonso Cuarón. His Children of Men is truly a revelation and plays with similar themes.

Nolan also suffers from not being able to change his tone. As a result, his characters fail to function as living, breathing people. They work well as symbols (possibly why his Joker is so embraced), but end up like chess pieces with confusing motivations. Nolan's films are in constant perma-climax mode. It's a tense experience. He cuts scenes up, chop, chop, making The Dark Knight Rises feel forced from the beginning. Films need to flow, weaving in and out of tense and calm scenes, to character building to action--without the the downs, the ups mean less. I can see parts of The Dark Knight Rises' script that would have afforded Nolan this opportunity, but he fails to realize them. Instead TDKR keeps going in high gear. This causes the movie to lose momentum. And many of the character beats end up feeling unearned, especially ones dealing with new characters (Miranda Tate, I am looking at you... figuratively). Others should have been left on the cutting room floor-- Anne Hathaway's Selina Kyle gave the film much needed levity, but her character was completely unnecessary for the plot. I was also confused by Gordon-Levitt's Blake. I like the actor but he added just one more moving piece that bogged down the movie's flow.

I have heard Michael Bay's films compared to a man screaming at you for three hours. This film is no different; however, it lacks Bay's willingness to show spectacle. He destroyed a whole city in Transformers 3 like I had never seen before (and couldn't even be beat by Whedon's The Avengers this summer).


Hardy's Bane, grabbing a policeman's hair during a riot scene. Property of Warner Brothers.

I was eager to love Tom Hardy's Bane. The reason why Lord Humongous terrified me in Mad Max was because the director allowed him to show his flamboyance. He stood before the beat-up, gas town, mocking its scared residents, calling them out, waving his hands around like he was in a Broadway play. Nolan seems to realize this. He gave both Murphy's Scarecrow and Ledger's Joker similar flares; however, I think he fails with Bane because this movie was too over-stuffed. If the plot had been cut down, Bane could have worked at least as well as the Scarecrow, but, instead, he is lost in the murk. A disappointment because what Hardy does is effective.

This film has interesting parallels with Carpenter's Escape from New York. Both have an island cordoned off from the rest of the country, taken over by thugs, and a hero who needs to break inside. Ultimately, I think that's what the film should have been about-- an opulent society that was overflowing with excess (echoed with the lines "this is peace time" but never brought through with the script), that the audience wanted to see thrown to its knees because of its vanity. The anarchist Bane then tears it apart piece by piece, and symbolically destroys order by breaking the Batman's back. The prisons are opened up. The audience gets glimpses of various war lords setting up shop around town, maybe some fan favorite villains. Thus the Joker's wish comes true and chaos reigns. It would have been a Post-Apocalytic film with a budget never before seen, featuring nerdom's favorite villains. Of course, in the end, Batman returns, saving the city from its twisted self. He takes back the various 'kingdoms' from Gotham's scum.

I can see these themes running through the film, but they are never brought to fruition. Ultimately, that's what makes Nolan's TDKR so frustrating. The pieces were in place to make this a capstone on a modern trilogy that high-lighted the failings of an age. Nolan's The Dark Knight deserved this. It was a movie which still fascinates people, as seen by the Ledger's Joker lasting relevance. As it is, TDKR is a crowded mess with a few rousing moments. It fails when it should have soared. Sony's The Amazing Spider-Man also had a wonderful opportunity to embody a group of people. Peter Parker could have been the perfect anarchic, punk-rock hero. Garfield has the look and humor, and it worked best when it was trying to be a comedy. I think a Spider-Man film should be just that, a comedy. Nolan's film, in turn, failed because it did not rise above its pedigree (heh, 'rise'). Nigel Andrews unfortunately had it right in a review for the Financial Times, saying, "The Dark Knight Rises [...] is pompous, oppressive, without humour or humans: a sort of giant plinth for which no one has remembered to make a statue." Nolan set up a massive goal for himself, a foundation was laid, and it's as if he decided to veer off in a new direction at the last moment, leaving the skeleton behind of an older film with the intentions of another.


Anne Hathaway's 'Selina Kyle'. Property of Warner Brothers.

When the final scene was over, I sat in my chair. I was overwhelmed and underwhelmed at the same time. Nolan had had an abortion on screen in front of me. It wasn't terrible, but that's almost what made it terrible. It completely failed on what it could have been. This was the most pissed I have ever been at a movie, so thanks Mr. Nolan, I cared deeply for the world you created. It seems like maybe you didn't as much I did.

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My thoughts on Nolan's new film notwithstanding, I want to warn against knee-jerk reactions to what the Aurora shooting means. I know whatever I say is going to fall on deaf ears, but I beg people that instead of pointing fingers, we should be asking intelligent questions. Why did Holmes do this? Was it because of our entertainment? I would argue that what Hollywood produces has more to do with what sells. Was it because of lax gun laws? Being a libertarian-minded person, I have to imagine that Holmes wouldn't have gotten very far if someone else had a gun with them in that theater. Is it because our security isn't strong enough at public events? There is only so much security you can have before it turns into a police state gestapo.

However, what is it about our modern society that would drive a young man to throw his life away and shoot a bunch of others? As an economics minor, I think it has to do with incentives. Our culture idolizes the rich, famous, and successful. By killing a bunch of people, Holmes could achieve something his PHD degree never could do, earn national attention. Some on the internet were calling for his identity to remain a secret as to dissuade similar massacres. This is clearly a crap-shoot. In our age, this secrecy is almost impossible. However, what if we look at it from the other end-- there is something in our society that wants to admire men like Holmes. It's a sickness, a disease, like the one Walter White suffers. What is causing that feeling in men today? It is a question we should all be asking ourselves in the face of this new tragedy. My thoughts are with the families of the victims.

The Pokédex, Part 4

I have to admit to being a Pokéholic, and yes, I might have a problem. Not in an ironic sense either. The collecting aspect of the game appeals to my inner hoarding freak. I just love seeing them all in the pokédex and having a bunch of killer cool monsters at my disposal. Nintendo, you are doing something right.

However, for years I have wanted the game company to do something new with the formula. My feeling is that although Nintendo games can be amazing as they are, the game designers should be forced to innovate every three games. And not in little ways either, completely overturn the established rules of the franchise and try something new. If it isn't a success, they can always go back to the old mechanics. Nintendo is best when it is innovating. Mario, The Legend of Zelda, Metroid, all have had revolutionary updates that have really moved the games forward, but often they end up getting stuck in a rut of the same old thing. I have heard rumors that Game Freak is getting ready to do this with the established Pokemon concept. My hope is that Pokémon Conquest is a test run on how interested people are with an updated battle component. Perhaps Nintendo is even looking to incorporate some of the aspects of that game into a future main series entry.

That being said, I am quite excited for Pokémon Black 2 and White 2. There will be old fighters (Brock, Giovanni, maybe even Misty), actual Pokemon champions from around the real world, strange new ways to collect Pokémon, an updated map two years later, and maybe best of all, no new Pokémon! Hopefully, this will focus the game play aspects, freeing the designers from coming up with a whole new batch of creatures. What is Game Freak capable when all their attention is on honing the user's battle experiences? I am excited to find out.

To celebrate my enthusiasm, I am going to post a whole new series of images. These are great for my blog and catch a lot of search engine hits. My fear, though, is that I cannot credit the original creators of the content simply because I have no idea who originally created them. I find this stuff all over the web: 4chan's /vp/, /r/pokemon, r/altpokeart, r/pokemonarts, deviantart, and other random places. For this I am hesitant. Anyway, if the original creators happen on my site, please contact me. I will remove the image or properly cite the source. Anyway, here we go:


by Ruth-Tay



I love the pictures showing humans and Pokémon interacting. It's fascinating imagining a world where the two coexist and how it would function. The image of the family on a picnic strike me, as well as the kids hearding the Mareep. Of course professions would arrise dealing with certain Pokémon. Black smiths. Hearders. Ranchers. Masons. Who knows? I would love for a game to explore that relationship. Create a world that feels lived in with old timers in the fields, sailors relying on their water types for their livelihood, and even the myths which would spring up around that constant interaction. Anyway, here's links to parts 1 and 3 (both contain more pictures).