common superstition
- photo by Mitch Waxman
Things have been relatively quiet over in St. Michael’s cemetery of late. The declaration refers to the lack of occultist activity, documented in earlier posts, at a certain spot which is high on a hill that has served some unknown individual in the past as an altar- likely in accordance with one of the syncretic Afro Cuban religions adhered to by many of the new neighbors in Queens who hail from the Caribbean and South American locales.
- photo by Mitch Waxman
The week before Halloween, and Sandy, your humble narrator walked over to the polyandrion and surveyed the scene. By all appearances, there was little to report, with the exception of extraordinarily deep ruts in the ground thereabouts. By all appearances, it seemed that something quite heavy stood here.
- photo by Mitch Waxman
The ruts were in a roughly tripodal configuration, with a fourth that was not quite as deep. Other than this puzzling series of indentations, no bottles of fluid nor the presence of melted candles was detected. How I would love to set up a camera nest in a nearby tree on the night of a full moon, and witness what this unknowable cultist gets up to, but one does not hang around in cemeteries after the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself has set into the western sky. Not here, in the Newtown Pentacle.
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“Not here, in the Newtown Pentacle.” Isn’t St. Michael’s Cemetery a bit far afoot of “Newtown”? Maybe like East Elmhurst? Just how far geographically does the “Newtown” Pentacle extend? If there are geographic limits at all!?!?
PS How’s your research going on the “orange patina” on the RR tracks? I can’t sleep at night until I know what’s causing this.
georgetheatheist
November 14, 2012 at 11:47 am
The pentacle is further flung than simply Newtown, my friend.
Mitch Waxman
November 14, 2012 at 4:44 pm