The Archangel of a Black Feather. Al Crown
You and Ravello know facts we are not aware of, is it true? Speak, in the name of God! What is hiding out there?” People were staring at the cleric, while Williams released the grasp. “True evil is dwelling in this very place, and it is coming to punish us!” The aboriginal retreated, losing sight of the settlers as the heinous entity was advancing inexorably.
Williams’ head was severed by a long sharp scale of rock, while torches died under pouring water. Settlers scattered all over the forest, caged by an abominable fate. Silence fell, and the rending moans of pain vanished, while two dark deep yellow eyes arose from the hill, watching the end of that night, the beginning of a new day.
Those who stayed ashore later accused the natives of the slaughter, sparking a battle that once again scattered the tribes away from the area. The remains of the body were left to rot up in the hills…no one dared to hike in the forest.
Only after Captain George Vancouver returned from his expedition were the remains collected and divided. George could not believe what happened, thinking of a mutiny. “Clark was a young officer, proud and full of himself—very authoritarian, I should say! However, he was a loyal officer. I want to discover the truth, the perpetrators of such infamy cannot be unpunished…we will interrogate every single person,” remarked a furious captain feeling somehow responsible.
Subsequently Vancouver arrested and deported those who survived the riots, bringing back what remained of the cardinal’s documents and personal objects. He barely manned the two galleons, ready to leave forever that haunted place…and never return.
The galleon of our life was breaking the ocean water, generating two opposite waves facing each other, evil and good apart forever, made of the same substance. Al Crown
CHAPTER II
Capitulation
PART I
March 20, 2016, Vancouver (British Columbia, Province of Canada) Father Larry Murphy, a sixty-year-old Catholic priest in charge of the North Vancouver church situated along the Capilano River, within the Squamish Nation reserve.
It was early morning when Larry was leaving a note to his friend, the sacristan, saying that he could not serve masses or confessions that day because he was sick and needed to rest. He was concealing something serious, preparing himself for a dangerous hike, carrying religious items with him while leaving papers and documents on the sacristy table. One of the sheets presented the cardinal numbers (from one to nine) positioned upside-down, all related to their diversely viewed graphical meaning. The number 9 was the only one assuming another cipher if turned, the number 6, a cursed digit!
He wrote beside the association with number nine (the Biblical number of the Judgment Day, the perfect movement of God. Christ died at the ninth hour of the day, or 3 PM). He placed the 9 under the right side of a cross, twirling it after…uncovering the master of deceit with a satanic crucifix bearing a number six on the left. A note was left: “All is relative to our minds, confusing the truth with lies, we cannot discern from which side to peruse the verity of the existence. Good and evil are faces of the same coin, swindling our feeble heart continuously. My path today is lost in a dark wood, may the light be not obscurity.”
He was a tall man with a lean and rangy figure, looking with his gaunt dug face from the window. The clergyman seemed nervous and unconfident, despite his experienced age.
He had discovered in time that Vancouver was an unbelievable inter- twining of “line codes,” a prophetic modern cryptic cipher city.
Codes appeared in numbers and locations on the south ground city, in major streets, bridges, churches, rivers, islands and ocean inlets, and up north in the mountain range with lakes, creeks, peaks, hills, ravines and trails. There was a natural spiritual balance in numbers, shapes, angles, directions, and positions, creating many lines and codes opposing the north to the south, with the sun and moon in between, from east to west.
Larry’s calculations based on historical facts and prophecies he had found in Europe, guided him strongly to believe that Vancouver was predestined to witness a biblically prophesied phenomenon very soon. One of the sheets was a drawing he made, regarding the North Shore mountain range, and all the area around. It was done to derive symbolic and geometrical figures.
Larry was reasoning with a content dramatic expression, uncertain of his future life, “I was finally able to uncover the truth. Those churches and scrolls guided me here. That Abbey close to Rome above the Aniene River and those trees around the Stanley Park Lost Lagoon were connected. An absurd distance so far away in time. I am alone now, as was Jesus on the Gethsemane gardens. They are looking for me, I have no choice, I must go up the hill!” said him in a lonely dialogue ignited with courage.
He looked at the sinuous serpentine mountain range of North Vancouver, and at its three major peaks from west to east (Hollyburn Mountain in the Cypress Provincial Park, Grouse Mountain and Seymour Mountain) surrounded by the West and East Pacific Ocean Inlets.
Moving on the northernmost area behind the mountain range, numer- ous lakes of different shapes were distributed in the surface. Between Cypress Provincial Park and Grouse were situated two little peaks (The two Lions), one close to the other. Several peaks and little lakes were scat- tered all around. Larry was obsessed by the triangle shapes created by the crest of the mountains.
The Pacific Ocean as seen from the north was a unique shallow horizontal bed of infinity, surrounding the City of Vancouver and crashing against Vancouver’s Island.
Larry traced the formation of five pointing-down triangles, followed by five pointing-up triangles, one facing the other. The pointing-down triangle is the symbol of female nature, while the pointing-up triangle is the symbol of male nature.
The major formations were close to the West Cypress provincial park, where Larry spotted three female triangles. The first two were bigger than the third one, like a protection of the little one. He was thinking about two women guarding the third one, threatened by two male triangles close to the small one. Down, it was as if the three female triangles became one, facing the end two male triangles. The other two triangles…female and male, were facing each other to the east.
On the papers Larry wrote numerous times the same names related to the triangles: Morgair and Ravello (female and male).
He left the church with his car, disappearing in the morning fog, dressed in his cassock. A large cross necklace was around his neck. The goal was to reach the west triangle under Hollyburn peak, and come back before 6 PM. His nervous face revealed all his fear and uncertainty. He thought, “May God, protect me! I will change my shoes in the parking lot under Cypress Park, those boots I purchased are the most reliable when walking on the snow. I should not worry too much, if lucky there will not be so much snow up there.”
He started from one of the many trails present in the area, choosing southwest Whyte Lake Trail at first, and switching to the north trail view- point, North Baden Powell Trail. He was out of shape and out of breath, mumbling to himself about a native lost map of Black Mountain, and a lake he was looking for, seen in a painting. “The Lost Lagoon tree is broken! They know I am here!” Glinted in fear, Larry thought, “I saw her shining energy.”
The mountains have a strong religious and spiritual meaning, they are named five hundred times in the Holy Bible), hiding secrets and lost leg- ends. The most symbolic aspect of a hill is the peak, which is believed to be the closest to heaven (the Greek mythology has Mount Olympus for Gods, the Jews have Mount Sinai for Moses receiving the 10 Commandments, while Christians have Mount Tabor).
Volcanoes were worshipped and feared in the past for their sacredness and fury. Larry was attracted to its profound mystery, learning quickly the aboriginal spiritual feeling of nature.
Streams of water fed plants and animals, which gave the tribes all they needed for life. Natives saw the mountains as a struggle of a love story, a legend of history of creation in a battle over love. The peaks are a living organism on their own, nourished by the power of God’s inspiration and revelation.
Larry