Benedict Hollysmith's Journal

Sir. Benedict Hollysmith's Personal Journal

The accounts of an old explorer, finding the new world.

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Time, space and outer worldly experiences.

Be it fate, or circumstance; mmy old bones typed away in thought. I couldn't possibly be any further from retirement, yet there I was writing the last of my days into blank pages. Was I to find myself bleeding out and old decrepit man, searching for answers that could possibly be not there? I have asked myself, for loe and behold a knock answered me.

Brilliant man, a strange figure. Offered a job, a chance, another adventure. I, at the age of 62, would not have thought of grabbing onto the chance. However... Was this another calling? To relive my youth in the thought of ontowards? Why not.

Sometimes considered the default meaning for the more general term exploration, is the practice of discovering remote lands and regions of the planet Earth. It has included combinations of diversive and inspective exploration. The surface of the Earth has been relatively comprehensively explored, as access is generally relatively straightforward, but underwater and subterranean areas are far less known, and even at the surface, much is still to be discovered in detail in the more remote and inaccessible wilderness areas, AND YET, not much attetion has been paid to the unknown.

There is magic and power out there, such we mere humans have alot to ponder about. Rarely do I find myself questioning the way of old, but on this day, I would be given a lesson: Time, space and reality are three things for certain; a certainty humanity should question in all it's entirety. Various twentieth-century writers on the subject used the term occultism in different ways. Some writers, such as the philosophers of ancient times employed the term as a broad synonym for irrationality. Unlike older forms of esotericism, occultism does not necessarily reject "scientific progress or modernity" and so the belief of a greater being in control is not so far fetched in their eyes.

I can only hope the beings I met today, the humans whom I have had great conversations with, follow along in the journey of discovery. And that they, soon discover the entricies of life itself.

Downtime

The world would soon know the reality of the occult.

Various evolutionary ideas had already been proposed to explain new findings in biology. There was growing support for such ideas among dissident anatomists and the general public, but during the first half of the 19th century the English scientific establishment was closely tied to the Church of England, while science was part of natural theology. Ideas about the transmutation of species were controversial as they conflicted with the beliefs that species were unchanging parts of a designed hierarchy and that humans were unique, unrelated to other animals. The political and theological implications were intensely debated, but transmutation was not accepted by the scientific mainstream; however... Last night, I had the good grace of meeting a creature from far beyond the realities of human thought.

A species, they have come to collect as the Ponycorn; a majestic creature of magic, part unicorn, part pony. I had revealed to the world their existance, I had them speak out to the unbelievers, speak out to the world of their own. Fantasy has often been compared to science fiction and horror because they are the major categories of speculative fiction. Fantasy is distinguished from science fiction by the plausibility of the narrative elements. A science fiction narrative is unlikely, though seemingly possible through logical scientific or technological extrapolation, where fantasy narratives do not need to be scientifically possible. Authors have to rely on the readers' suspension of disbelief, an acceptance of the unbelievable or impossible for the sake of enjoyment, in order to write effective fantasies. Despite both genres' heavy reliance on the supernatural, fantasy and horror are distinguishable from one another. Horror primarily evokes fear through the protagonists' weaknesses or inability to deal with the antagonists. I as an author of the truth and what the world can clearly see, surely can't ever write such hogwash.

And so, my writings now are aided with my past reputation as a reknowned explorer of my time. Yes, I have been called many things, and I thus challenge the unbelievers to find fault in my words or actions. Magic, does exist... Magic, is the opportunities humans have long been searching for. With both the works of Science and fantasy, who can stop humanity from progressing beyond the far reaches of the galaxy? Time can only tell.

"Dark Red"

There are certain kinds of men.

In many ways, the work of an Anthropologist is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those the passed whom offer up their lives and their culture to our judgment. We thrive on speculation of human history, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we anthropologists must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our theories designating it so. But there are times when a Anthropologist truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends.


Last night, I experienced something new, an extra-ordinary contract from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the being and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about anthoropolgy is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for changing the balance of things: 'All is to be unchanged' But I realize, only now do I truly understand what the philosophers meant. Not everything can become a great discovery, but a great discovery can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now roaming the world, who is, in this Anthropologist's opinion, nothing less than the finest chap in the world. I will be returning to there soon, hungry for more.

As three wise men and a rat narrowly escaped the grasp of death itself, It gives me newer prespectives in life. What am I to do, who am I know question the fate of things? Surely, the work of the supernatural is not for idle and cowardly hands. I was swept with the need for power, for fame. I take my days for granted, as I am. I spoke Hebrew, I read the fears but did not listen. I met a rat, a terrorist and a bright chap. If I am ever to meet them again; I wish to humbly bring them into my abode, and speak in kind. I only wish now, that life will find a way to thrive. That, is my new goal.

Downtime

It is never too late to learn the wonders of the world.

There are many things I have come to appreciate since my time on the Contracts; that my wife is as beautiful as ever. That my health and age is nothing to scoff away at... Before the next, I hope only, to be prepared:

I have decided to learn two new languages; of which I presume will help dearly in my pursuit of supernatural journalism: Universal Sign Language, and Mandarin. I will have to take note of this on my pursuit of the good graces of life. Many speak the tongue of the east faith, and many in the modern day are unaccustomed to learning the ways of sign language. To be able to talk to both gives me great advantage socially, and to add, financially.

You see, as I am a man of culture, of business, reofrm; I have learnt to seal my dealings with a shake of a hand, and a flash of a smile. As long as I keep my appearances up, then there shall be no matter in finding my way to salvation. The day will come when this gift should prove unnecessary, and I find the assumption of such to be invalid. There seems to be many with the ability to fight, to combat, but none to stick to the front of coversation, to assist and support from the watchful eyes of afar!

Well, back to Dinner I suppose:

The most enjoyable dinner I had was with Madame Gergi, who came with the famous adventurer, known by the name of the Count Louie Lesso. This individual, instead of eating, talked from the beginning of the meal to the end, and I followed his example in one respect as I did not eat, but listened to him with the greatest attention. It may safely be said that as a conversationalist he was unequalled.

Lesso gave himself out for a marvel and always aimed at exciting amazement, which he often succeeded in doing. He was a scholar, linguist, musician, and chemist, good-looking, and a perfect ladies' man. For a while he gave them paints and cosmetics; he flattered them, not that he would make them young again (which he modestly confessed was beyond him) but that their beauty would be preserved by means of a wash which, he said, cost him a lot of money, but which he gave away freely. A martyr to boredom – tried to find a little pleasure or distraction, at all events, by making simple pleasantries. I had given him a suite of rooms at my home, and a thousand dollars for future aid, and according to Lesso, my future discoveries would be materially beneficial influence on the quality of the world.

FOR THAT, I look forward to the next contract.

"Dog Nightmare"
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Downtime

Ramble on, Rattling on

Ah, the eternal dance of life and death, two sides of the same coin, intertwined in a delicate balance that eludes the grasp of mortal understanding. As we saunter through this fleeting existence, we are but mere spectators in the grand theater of the universe, actors on a stage that crumbles beneath our very feet. And yet, in the face of such inevitable demise, we cling to the fleeting moments of joy and sorrow that define our existence, seeking solace in the fleeting pleasures of mortal flesh. Death, that great equalizer, strips away the facade of societal hierarchies and lays bare the raw essence of our humanity. In its icy embrace, we are reminded of our insignificance in the vast expanse of the cosmos, mere dust particles adrift in the winds of time. And yet, within this sobering truth lies the paradoxical beauty of our existence, the preciousness of each heartbeat, each breath taken in defiance of the void. And in this fragile tapestry of life and death, we seek solace in the bonds of belonging, in the connections that tether us to this world and give meaning to our ephemeral existence. For it is in the embrace of our fellow travelers on this mortal coil that we find refuge from the relentless march of time, a fleeting respite in the face of eternal oblivion.

The Thomas Clown Affair

Too many clowns, too little care.

Today’s explorations deep into the heart of clown culture has left me captivated and astounded. The English countryside has rarely afforded me such an enlightening study. To think, the clown, that magnificent figure of mirth and mischief, holds a rich tapestry of performance arts and hidden secrets within their whimsical realm. A true travesty it was for me, a perfectly, normal Englishman to be surrounded by such.

Traversing the historic halls of their quaint fairs and bustling theaters, I have observed the finest specimen of these fascinating culture, honing their crafts with meticulous dedication, a young chap by the name of Mr. Montegue. The art of slapstick comedy, perfected through synchronized pratfalls and absurd scenarios would send a cheap audience into fits of uncontrollable laughter, unfortunately, we were not that audience. Besides myself, there was another man of a respectable career. The corner stone to all great civilizations; a testament to a man's true sense of morality and justice... No, I am not talking about the Father Grigori, strangely powerful as he was, I'm talking about that LAWYER! Dear Heavens, if there is one, they strike me as a man I want to have a deal with! Mr. Battle, my eyes are set on you.

A moment to compose myself...

The nuances of clown culture are vast, and one can only scratch the surface in a single encounter. However, despite this, there is nothing of value here to humor the minds of the great— just to inspire greatness in others.

Downtime
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Savage

Savagery, but dear me- I have found a real diamond amongst the ruffians or the poor and unfortunate.

Ms. Greymar, with her flowing locks and captivating eyes, is the epitome of elegance and grace. Her presence alone lights up a room, drawing all eyes to her radiant beauty. But it is not just her physical appearance that enchants those around her; it is the gentle warmth and kindness that radiates from within. From the moment I first laid eyes on Ms. Greymar, I knew she was something special. There was an undeniable connection between us, a spark that ignited a flame deep within my soul. Every time our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat, and I felt a rush of emotions that I had never experience from (Recently- Getting paid is still great)

As I got to know Ms. Greymar better, I discovered that she was not only beautiful on the outside but also possessed a heart of gold. She was compassionate and caring, always putting others before herself and going out of her way to help those in need. Her selflessness touched me in a way that I had never thought possible, and I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with her with every second. Our conversations were like poetry, flowing effortlessly from one topic to the next. We shared our hopes and dreams, our fears and insecurities, creating a bond that was unbreakable. I felt like I could tell her anything, that she truly understood me in a way no one else ever had.

And then, one magical moment, with some courage, I finally mustered up the courage to confess my feelings for Ms. Greymar. As I bared my soul to her, pouring out my love and devotion, I saw a glimmer of tears in her eyes. And in that moment, I knew that she felt the same way about me. Since that moment, our love has blossomed and grown, like a beautiful flower blooming in the summer. We have shared countless moments of joy and laughter, of tears and sorrow, but through it all, our love has remained strong and unwavering. Ms. Greymar is my soulmate, my fifth true love, and I am forever grateful to have her in my life. In Ms. Greymar, I have found a love that transcends time and space, a love that will endure for eternity. She is my everything, my reason for being, and I will cherish her always and forever. Ms. Greymar, I love you more than words can express, and I will spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me.

Oh, and the Contract was great too.

Downtime

Ms. Greymar...

Oh lovely Ms. Greymar, a vision of enchantment and grace,
With eyes that sparkle like the stars, and a smile that lights up the darkest space.
Her hair, like spun silver, cascades in waves of silk,
A beauty so rare, it makes my heart race and my soul wilt.

In her presence, I am but a mere mortal, unworthy of her divine form,
For she is a goddess among mortals, a rose in a field of thorns.
Her laughter is music to my ears, a sweet symphony of joy,
And in her gentle touch, I find solace and my worries are destroyed.

Her voice is a melody that lulls me to sleep,
A soothing balm for my restless soul, a treasure I want to keep.
I am but a fool, a mere admirer from afar,
But in my heart, she is the brightest star.

Oh Ms. Greymar, with your elegance and poise,
You are the epitome of beauty, the symbol of grace and choice.
I am smitten, captivated by your magnetic charm,
For in your presence, I am filled with a sense of calm.

So here I stand, a hopeless romantic, falling for you more each day,
Hoping that one day you'll see me, and maybe, just maybe, feel the same way.
For you, Ms. Greymar, are the keeper of my heart,
And in your love, I find my truest and most precious part.

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