Intellectual Intuition: Part 3

Anyhow, Jai set up the meeting between us, and the members of The Order of the New Dawn. I dressed for the occasion in a black dress longer than my usual hem, it had a knee length instead of my usual mid thigh hem, but had a thigh high slit up the side. I like to show off, you know. Also wore nylns patient leather pumps and my silver framed dark glasses. I wear silver jewelry, not that I have ever seen a color. I pick my colors from emotional associations that they have for me. Silver puts me in mind of the Moon, and femininity, the Sun seems masculine to me. Weird, but it works. While I was going for sexy and mysterious Jai was going for official, and businesslike. She wore a dark blue skirt suit with pinstripes, and also wore black patient leather shoes, you know, so we could be in solidarity. I must admit we spent more time on how we dressed than what we were going to say at the meeting, but we did not know how it would go. Anyhow, you can only make a first impression once. We met in one of those rooms you reserve at a public library. The Order sent three members: Richard Chen, Joe Abbott, and Mark Wells. Richard Chen was a man of about sixty, of Asian ancestry, and the leader of the group we met. He had an unusual accent that I could not place. When you are blind you become a connoisseur of accents, so it really bugged me I could not place it. I finally broke down and asked. He explained: "I speak eight languages fluently, all with a slight accent. I grew up in a multi-lingual family in France." So I had my answer, another reason I asked was to break the ice, all of us in the meeting were being very cautious. It was clear they did not trust us, and we did not trust them. After all we were servants of the Great Old Ones, while they were sworn enemies of the Great Old Ones. The question being could we from a temporary truce to achieve the shared goal of stopping the Cult of Tsathaggoua. I succeed in breaking the ice, Jai got down to serious negotiations after my question: "We have the message that Brian Stoll was trying to get to you in the binding of the notebook, but we cannot break the code. It seems mutual cooperation would help both of us, since we all want the Cult of Tsathaggoua stopped and destroyed." She said in her most authoritarian police voice. Richard answered: " Alright, we are willing to call for a temporary truce to put down the evil Tsathoggua, but the truce lasts no longer than it takes to thwart the Cult." We agreed. This also confirmed my opinion that Richard Chen was the leader, well at least of the group that met with us. Joe Abbott was the youngest member of the group, he was a black man in his mid-twenties, he impressed Jai as having a military training. Mark Wells was a white guy in his mid-thirties, and as we found out was also the scholar of the group, well at least of the group that met us. They clearly regarded us as an enemy faction.they knew we were servants of Yog Sothoth. my suspicion was that Richard was a psychic, it was only a gut feeling, but proved correct. Jai gave them a copy of the coded message, the original was of course, in a police evidence locker. Mark took the message, and after a brief time told us in a matter of fact tone of voice: "They are trying to release a Shoggoth." He continued in a more excited tone of voice: "This makes sense, why they needed a Geologist slash mining engineer (Brian Stoll). There must be a Shoggoth entombed somewhere near the Mojave desert town of Flatwater. They were giving Brian maps of the area" Jai chimed in in her viola toned voice, I know I keep mentioning the tome, but when you are blind tones and accents make a big impression: "Good, I will get to work on the maps and other materials we seized from the murder scene." After this exchange we traded contact information, and agreed to meet again to compare information in a few days, and come up with a plan of action. So the Cult was trying to resurrect a Shoggoth. I had of course, never encounterd one. They were a slave race created by the Elder Race. They were said to resemble a giant amoeba, like the old movie The Blob". Anyhow, after the meeting, Jai, and I went back to her office. She was getting better at leading me around, I was soon going to learn the reason. When we got back to her office, Steve texted her to deliver some paperwork to Monique. Which brought the angry retort: "At least when I was angry with you, I could lead you into the bushes, or some low hanging leaves" I could not help myself and burst out laughing, she joined me. We were becoming friends. It was Friday night, so she dropped me off at Jordan's place, I was spending the night with Jordan, we were becoming involved, kinda scary, but he is so sweet. When we got up Saturday morning, he went in to brush his teeth, while I lounged in bed, I have always had trouble getting out of bed. When he came back he told me: "Well I tried brushing my teeth with my eyes closed, which went fine,but had to open my eyes to get the floss." O.M.G. I melted, and told him to come back to bed. After lighting some Jasmine incense we spent the rest of the day in bed. Between romantic interludes, I chattered away about my theories, my theories are like my children. I love each and every one, and I talk a lot when I am happy. I talked about my theory of how color camouflages outlines, I wanted to try this theory on a sighted person. Imagine a sentence in braille, but with the difference that every dot in the braille cell is raised, but the sentence was written in dots half the height of the other dots in the cell. This would camouflage the outline of the sentence. He listened and agreed that it was a good analogy. On that note or dot, I also was thinking about braille, since it is one of the blind things that most amazes sighted people. That it is possible to read by tactile sensation, really blows away the prejudice that all information has to be sighed. My new baby theory is that some things read better in braille, since touch has a tendency to bring together while sight seems to divide. I know reading the Bronte sisters, romantic poetry in braille always blew me away. Of course this theory needs more work and research. This of course led to my insight of the visual bias in thinking. That thinking must be in visual terms, this is what prejudices sighted people that blind people are not there intellectual equals. I know some of my sighted colleagues almost seemed insulted when I beat them in arguments. That a blind person could not be smarter than a sighted person, and when they were it really troubled sighted people. I was excited about my insight, but also troubled. I was excited how it explained why sighted people find everything blind people do as amazing, but troubled that the prejudice was such a deep presupposition. And I seemed to be the only person to realize it. Jordan made me feel better, well we made each other feel better. Anyhow, the Old Ones had decided to get my mind back to their affairs. That night while sleeping Rak the hound visited me. Wish I could keep him as a pet. Rak told me to get in touch with Jai, that we were about to get some more help. I arraigned for Jai to meet me on Sunday afternoon, at my apartment. We held hands, and I activated the Monas Stone, which now had become part of me. That strange sensation of going over a roller coaster drop but without the G. forces, and we were guided to the realm of the Elder Race. The dimension of the Elder Race is the halfway point between our dimension and the Dark dimension of the Great Old Ones. It is a cave like cosmos of caverns and connection tunnels, unlike the vast emptiness of our dimension, or or the solid uniformity of the Dark dimension. The laws of physics are also different in the dimension of the Elder Race. There is no up or down, they build on all surfaces, so a city of the Elder Race is built 360 degrees around a cavern, there is no ceiling, walls or floors. When we arrived Jai was overcome with the strange geometry of place, she was suffering from vertigo; telling me how dizzy the place made her feel. I told her in my best professorial tone of voice, to look at her feet till she got used to the dimension. Of course, I did not know if this would work, it was only the second time I had ever been there, but I like to be in charge. She told me in a relieved tone: "You know girl, this looking at my feet is working." I of course, acted like I knew it would, I also really like being right. Anyhow, we did not have long to wait, and one of the members of the Elder Race showed up. One of those odd cone shaped beings, that seems to have a starfish for feet. Like the Dark dimension being blind is not much of an issue in the dimension of the Elder Race, since the Elder Race is also telepathic. I knew the appearance of the entity in from of us, because the appearance was received telepathically. Stimulating the tactile sensations that gave me the appearance. Like I said being blind always seems to lead to the concrete even when you do not want it to. I really had no desire to touch one of the Elder Race. The Elder being spoke to us: "Greetings, fellow servants of Yog Sothoth, I am called Ethirol." We both acknowledged the greetings and gave our names. Ethirol continued: "There is an amulet hidden in an old desert cemetery that you shall find of use." With that he imprinted the location on Jai's mind, and we were back in my apartment. Jai told me to change into my work clothes. She must have noticed my confusion, after all my work clothes are skirts and high heels. She informed me in an amused tome: "I mean clothes you can get dirty, and do some work in." Already I was disliking this mission. I put on some jeans, sneakers, and a t shirt. We then got into her S.U.V. and made a stop at her place; she came back with a flannel shirt for me and a bag of stuff that she did not explain. She then stopped at a hardware store where she bought two shovels. Now i was really hating this idea of recovering the amulet. END OF PART 3