In The summer of1816 in Geneva-2 A treatise on Somnambulism by Dr John Folidory (excerpts reconstructed)

In The summer of1816 in Geneva-2

A treatise on Somnambulism by Dr John Folidory (excerpts reconstructed)

The division of the mind into conscious and subconscious realms is now an accepted theory. As time goes on there would be more studies on this aspect than any other study on our physiognomy. The mind is always trying into search for reality in the unreal world. Actually the unreal worlds is the real reflection of the day to day affairs but we do not know how to separate the strains of real and unreal

Take the natural apparitions itself

Day is just a reflection of the night. Night gives the necessary silhouette and realistic hue to the light that gives us energy and vibrancy But the removal or the cessation of light is bringing new apparitions and fears in the mind Like demons who feed on the night

Night is a perennial dream cast in the mind .Its chills, its feeling of loneliness the uninhabited sideways the fears that lurks beneath are nothing but a karmic look at life

For those who are madly I nreality, those who cannot see the reality beyond the shores of light night is the worst apparition. It robs you of peace, it takes away your belongings, you are afraid to embrace the satanic hours.

But for those persons whose minds are split into night and nightlessness .the day and the night are the same. For them it is the hour to come clean and look at life with new vigour.

It is also the hour of atonement

Numerous case studies are there but all of them poignant to the core>look at the appendices if you want to see it

The only question is how to treat these patients

Should we administer medicines and deprive them of their internal peace

Their ability to come to terms with the life

Or should we lend a light unto them so that they could see their own image in the glasses

Oh my god if they could not see it in the glass

They are nocturnal beings away from god away from light they are living in the night

No medicine which would induce sleep would help them

They are unsatisfied minds always on the prowl looking at the bounties of nature the wealth of the nations ,the beauty of the womenfolk, the underlying ideas of the unnatural prose

He could be a lord ,he could be a bourseigoise he could be a subaltern underlink

Strong dosages of medicine which would erase the mind of its disturbances is recommended

Should it be poppy -have to consider

 Should it be morhine type substances

Or Hemlock in less lethal form

The fraternity has to find an ansSwer to the lethal issues

For peer review

By John folidry

The birth of Frankenstein and Dracula-From Dr John Polidory`s musings:

In the summer of 1816 in Geneva     

Or

The birth of Frankenstein and Dracula

From Dr John Polidory`s musings:

The roots run deep into the vortex of the night and earth trying to get back the life that sustained it .It was an eerie feeling. Alone in the darkness in a primordial cave like a caveman enduring the pain and anxiety seeking the life

Eating into the vials of dark poppy seeds , the extracts bringing back the last sentimental trash to the fore ,a nostalgic yearning for the lost years ,lost life, lost blood

Each drop of blood has been a tree of life looking at the nether shades, twining as if it were a somnambulistic  walk across the dreams and night`s murmurs

The wind has taken speed spreading the flow of blood like water into the depths of nights whose vault has hidden memories so dark and nihilistic

Bring back the life, bring  back the dreams, bring back the memories, the soul cried

Yesterday you were a guest at my nightly party, you regaled me with tales smart and beautiful’

Your words rang that ethereal quality only heaven or hell could assure

You were the cynosure of all eyes

Girls danced to your steps ,bewitched

Possessed by hells messengers

Music came spontaneously to you

Words floated like a  soft glossamar ring

 Girls dance to your tune

Bartering their soul                   

Hell has opened

Its spirits are awake

It spreads like locusts on the mount Sinai or the dark clouds over Egypt

The Lord disguised as a Raven descends and looking at me

Leave me alone

Leave me alone

Free me from the bond you have taken

I have to reveal many secrets hitherto have never been revealed

I have to bring back the life from the night

I have to destroy the seeds of evil which is being put again and again into the nightly shades

Free me from this curse of secrecy

So that I could save all

This words could bring back the living dead from the eternal damnation and invest the with life

Like seeds in summer springing into life

In the tempestuous summer which the city has nevere ver experienced a dream, a secret hurt me

Who is he the elemental man walking over the dark nights and lakes drinking the nectar of life so that he could live eternally. The darkness chieftain, the destroyer of fair and lovely

The darkness personified

In old testaments his name was forbidden to be  told, in new testaments he is a spirit so abhorred that heaven and  hell shun him

He walks over the earth like a devil, he walks in to the night like a king, he drinks the joys of the spring and come back to life looking at life`s eternal springs .Could I break the oath, could I warn  all?Is he the dveil and god or god in another visage destroyer of heaven and hell

H e is a dark secret

Evil is the word to describe him

He rides over the centuries taking in blood as if it were water in a beaker as if it were a Yule tide offering

He grows on the tree of life ,each drop of blood is a new creation of the darkness brought is his name

As colorless and odorless

Could I break the oath to forewarn?

Could I betray and be part of the evil that he is

In the garden the drops of blood are offered ,an animal sacrifice to propitiate the evil god to bring back hell from the nether world

Should I be a part of it  ?

Should I ask the gardeners to pluck it and destroy

Should I tell them to abandon the garden and go after life

But the garrden is tempting

Roots are running deep into the nether world sustaining the diabolical nature

Draining the vials draining the spirit that you are the evil one has eyes transfixed on the life that is you

But I am doomed ,I am not allowed to reveal him, the secrecy ,the oath of forgetfulness drives me mad