Mother's Occult Stories #2
The Source of Bad Dreams -> Placing the large, red lexicon on the shining desktop, Chia surveyed with satisfaction the neat disorder of the materials. Centered on the desk was a new microfilm...
Placing the large, red lexicon on the shining desktop, Chia surveyed with satisfaction the neat disorder of the materials. Centered on the desk was a new microfilm machine filled with film on which was inscribed words chiseled in stone on the foundation of a Greek temple near the famous one at Ephesus. Around the machine were reference books, some opened at pages and to the right was a pad and pencil. Everything was arranged for the quiet afternoon of study she had planned.
She turned on the machine and the Greek letters stood clearly before her, forgetful of the centuries which bring forgetfulness even of the highest thoughts of those who went before. Her hand grasped the pencil and began to fly across the paper, writing “Hail, to the God Dionysos.” It was as she had hoped – the Greek words would give her another exoteric clue about those sacred mysteries of Ancient Greece which were her particular study. With an impatience hardly characteristic of a serene scholar, she reached for the lexicon to check the next word, when the doorbell rang. It was a jarring reminder of the world of everyday things.