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Venturing into Fiction July 1, 2009

Posted by frostwolftfirerose in Capital Region Notions, Civilization Anonymous, Fiction, Mystical.
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So, I went and sat by Aurora Petra Majesta yesterday, and I let the earth and her Redoubtableness APM, speak to me.  She radiated a golden luscious light onto my person and into my etheric bubble, and told me to sit up–I’d been laying on the ground–and pick up my pen.  So I started this little thing.  I was thinking about where this is set.  It’s west of Troy, New York and east of Watervliet, and the little village of Stregaville is bounded on both sides by the Hudson River. 

So.

Houses in areas deemed less than middle class (whatever that ephemeral term might mean) suffer under the perception of shabbiness.  To the unthinking and class-conscious eye, a nicely kept home such as that of Michael and Andrew Laurentia-Barstow at 959 Shady Creek Lane would seem to still be a mite tawdry, and of a piece with more dilapidated structures nearby.  To wit, the poor former Monaghan residence on the corner of Schuyler Boulevard just up the street from the Laurentia-Barstow domicile was just the sort of Fallapart Estate that les haute stupides might believe was lower-middle of the middle class sort–overgrown weeds, cracked sidewalks, boarded-up windows hiding a presumed playground of viscosity and verdant flora efflorescing from grimy walls.  The house, once owned by a proudly middle-class family who had been caught up in that virtual blaze known as the FIRE economy like most other classic no-longer-Americans, had been through the ashes of foreclosure months hence.  Poor Anisette became an eyesore by all human standards.  She had been stripped of her gems long ago, and for all intents and purposes, appeared to be no more than a husk ready for firewood supply.

In the house-spirit world, she stood as a stark reminder of the vulnerability the various entities held in essence.  Meraldah, in contrast, felt quite a pride in the attention her human residents had lavished upon her.  A happy house spirit can radiate out a light from pure joyful existence.  To a discerning eye, one can sense a rather bluish emission radiating from the walls of 959.  In contrast, wilted Anisette waits for the inevitable day when some enterprising arsonist will sever her connection to the abode once and for all, and she can return to the pleromal space for defunct house spirits.  Shady Creek’s other house spirits felt her haunted presence and shuddered in discomfort, wondering which of them might be next.

Building spirits in general know of human changes before the wily and arrogant  bipeds do, and were aware that a change in human arrangements was coming due any day now.  The FIRE economy of Finance Insurance Real Estate had pretty much blown its engine up, and that slapdash vessel was sinking under its own obesity, its moribundia.  The pieces of paper which meant one thing but to the various householders in South Mahicanitauk as well as in Troy to the East, Watervliet to the West, and Maihicanitauk Center to the north ostensibly tenanted them in their domiciles.  This illusion suited certain deluded rogues who operated under the crazy fantasy that they could own pieces of Mama Gaia–silly humans!  Man plots, Gaia laughs!  As they believed they really held all the chits, while the hapless tenants believed they were paying down mortgages in the vain hope of property ownership themselves, they were all only participating in one great big scam that relied upon and required full complicity and the refusal to see anything outside that particular FIRE realm.

Too bad reality…

From Meraldah’s perspective, she was eager for the new arrangement to crest, but as with the other buildings, they could only feel something was coming.  They didn’t have the accuracy of knowing when it would occur, juts that it would occur.  This of course was less than reassuring with each passing day.  She wondered when William or Andrew or both of the fathers who had gone off to Vermont to get married and were raising rascals Lisa, Chango and Kai-Guo, would go off to their assignments only to return later that day with the news they had been released from those prison duties collectively called “jobs”, and which gave them the chits to be able to “pay” for the privilege of living within Meraldah’s walls.  Anisette had already seen that day come when both Jan and Ben Monahan were let go within days of each other, and had eventually moved away, never to return.  Taraquan, Nubica, Phynce and the other Shady Creek house spirits kibbitzed among themselves while their charges were elsewhere.

… to be continued…

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