Posted byon July 31, 2017.
Last updated byon July 31, 2017.
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see…
TRANSMIT - initiate the famine signal - RECEIVE - initiate the winter cadence - TO BE EATEN PAYS A COMPLIMENT TO YOUR POWER - illumine the Local Legends of New England - WITNESS - The Wendigo.
Listen, sweetling. The Mohawk Nation says: "The Wendigo is sick because it's cut off from its roots. It's a ghost with a heart of ice. It eats everything in sight. Its hunger knows no bounds. When there is nothing left to eat, it starves to death. When it sees something, it wants to own it. No one else can have anything. This illness feeds on a spiritual void."
Listen, sweetling. A New England professor says: "Cannibalism represents the most egregious violation of etiquette between host and guest." He says that, sweetling, but you cannot hear him. He's muffled, buried in a distended belly. A clawed foot crushes his bloodied glasses.
The Algonquins call it Wìdjigò. Cannibalism — even to save one's life in extreme hardships of famine — was considered a serious taboo. One should rather resort to suicide or starvation than to eat human flesh. Their fears were not unfounded.
The emaciated spirit preys upon minds in sleep. It finds the savage hunger within its host. It incubates in that red space. The craving curse. The greed virus. Transmitted down the generations. Every morning, the victim wakes up hungrier, more covetous. Those they hate, they want to devour out of spite. Those they love, they want to devour out of lust — to become a locket containing a gory cameo. "After all," whispers the spirit, "Someone in your belly can never leave you." The first mouthful of fellow flesh transforms the soul-sick wretch forever.
More sickness than species, their accursed metabolism is a torture: however much they consume, they can never be sated. The black hole can only widen. It is a cycle of feast, famine, and fury. The cycle stretches the beast's unnaturally long lifespan.
SCANNING… Focusing aperture… New England.
The beasts of gluttony have crawled from the cool darkness of nightmare and bedtime stories. They stalk the forests of Kingsmouth. The ancient spirits fit so nicely into the fleshy folds of a modern mind's avarice. The Wabanaki recognised the beasts, had been warned through their stories handed down the generations. They know the precautions to take to protect the sleeping minds of their people. But no one knows the way to protect their meat from teeth. And now the night is so very full of teeth.
The Kingsmouth woods are eerily devoid of life. The Wendigo prefer the nuanced contexts they can taste in human flesh. They find your scent heady, sweetling. They can smell your first kiss. They can smell your first fear. They can smell the day you lost your innocence. But when human sweet meats are not available, they will consume all other life. We see them now, starving Wendigo, taking massive bites out of the trees and stones.
The Wendigo seem to have a particular hunger for the places and people important to Gaia. Is this love or loathing? Probably both. Perhaps Gaia, in her infinite programing, cursed the first human who deigned to taste their neighbour.
The Indigenous look about their lands and think the countries, governments, and people there are infected with Wendigo Psychosis — one massive, composite beast plundering the planet, devouring everything — cycles of coveting and eating until all is gone, until it must eat its own limbs. How could Gaia disagree?
Kingsmouth Town 120,450
By a tree near a wandering Wendigo Soul-Eater.
Kingsmouth Town 175,80
Against a cliff near a wandering Wendigo Devourer.
The Blue Mountain 170,390
On top of a cliff south of the Olegwasi Way and overlooking the Azeban Span bridge. A Blackthroat Ancient patrols up this cliff.
The Blue Mountain 295,600
Behind the port-a-potties in the back of the Authentic Wabanaki Village.
The Blue Mountain 575,130
At the end of a trail of bodies on a cliff East of the Devore Bridge.
The Blue Mountain 355,665
Behind two huts in the northern end of the Authentic Wabanaki Village.
The Blue Mountain 670,420
On a cliff above the entrance to the Quarry. It can easily be accessed by running south from the Wabanaki Sacred Site.
The Blue Mountain 580,205
On some rocks on the northwestern edge of the Wendigo grounds. Jump down to it from (595,210).
The Blue Mountain 725,245
On a cliff overlooking the Wendigo grounds. It is accessed by climbing up from Wendigo Road.
The Blue Mountain 610,120
Behind a tree above a Wendigo cave East of the Devore Bridge.