What the Hell is Carbona Anyway?

The Satan stuff... A little setup.

I think I mentioned Dickon & Julian in the last post. They are lucky fucks. They live in this CRAZY house up in the hills. It's kind of messed up. Their parents are still together but their father is never around. Their mom is pretty much a bitch all the way around but she's not there too much either. But that doesn't matter much either, because the house is so fucking big, no one can hear each other even when they are all home. Dickon's room is in the main house but it's still a "suite" with 2 entrances and a bathroom to himself. Julian has a floor to himself. I'm jealous. He locks the door and there is no way to get to him. His parents have to call his cell if they want to talk to him. The only danger zone is in the kitchen where you might run into an adult (they also seem to have numerous and varied house guests).

Anyway, this house, it's fucking huge. Dickon is always finding weird shit in the basement or the attic. One of the great things about Boston and all the schools and hospitals is that you get all of this academic crap all over town. Clearly this old house on a hill was owned by a surgeon or a professor or someone like that because down in the cavernous basement there is a cornucopia (see I used it in a sentence) of weird crap. Everything from an authentic African blow gun to a suit of (what looks like) an authentic suit of armor, surgical tools, crazy African or Caribbean masks and a selection of seriously old glass jars that haven't been moved in years, some with the skull and bones symbol on the peeling and yellowed labels.

One of those jars it turned out was filled with ether. I Know I haven't mentioned it here yet but as you might guess from the blog title I've been known to get involved with inhalants. My buddy Miles up in Ipswitch got me into it when I was like 12 or something. Anyway, since then I've pretty much had my face stuck into a bucket or a bag of something toxic; film cleaner, gasoline, rubber cement, modelling glue - you name it. If I knew where I could find "Carbona" I'm sure I'd use that too (you know like from that Ramones song?). If you haven't figured it out by now, that fucking bottle of ether was a major find. I've read about it in scary novels and historical books - it's what the doctors used before they had proper anesthetic. So pretty much as soon as we got the bottle upstairs I was pretty deep into it. It's good stuff, ether, much cleaner finish than something like glue. A few deep breaths through a rag will do it, puts you out in a really pleasant way. No wonder I think people used to get addicted to it - like Dr.'s in the 1800's and stuff. I'm not sure, but I can see why.

Ok, cut to the chase - under these less than ideal conditions is when we found the hymn book. On brown parchment, this crazy illustrated book had some of the wildest shit I've ever seen or read about - bar none. I'd read a lot of the so caled subversives, from Psychich TV in the 80's and some of the Manson "family" literature, but this shit is by far the most out there. It laid out some of the beliefs of these people that called themselves the Church of the Final Judgement, and these beliefs were pretty fucked up. In a nutshell these people who were a splinter group off of Scientology worshipped God and the Devil in equal measure. That humans have an inherent capacity for both good and evil and that one must balance these forces equally, in order to... I don't know what. Anyway I'll try and get some pics so I can post them here and also explain some more about it. There was one particular hymn that was really freaky and Dickon read it aloud. This is the first mention of the Satanic process that he and I ended up adopting for the month of October.