If You Like To Read…

There is plenty to choose from if you would like to have a little read.

You can find my articles on a range of subjects here – Thoughts

A fictional book about the psychology and thought process of a stalker – The Willing Observer.

A number of my Short Stories from my published books are availble to read for free if you like something a little creepy.

The first chapters from two of my novels – keeping along the lines of creepy.

A Parallel Abyss – Chapter 1

The Unknown – Chapter

Observational poetry with Rhyming Reason

And my non-fiction book looking at the differences between Aphantasia and Hyperphantasia –

Meeting in the Middle of Nowhere

(c) MKW Publishing

A Rather Dark Enterprise

Go back, from where we are now, tracing a path from there to here. With gaps and unknowns of course, but I can’t help thinking they are more linked than I at first believed.

Mentioned in my article A Working Strategy, but only briefly as a side point, now I look at it in more detail. The Foundling Hospitals. At first I had just thought they had one in London, but it seems there were others. And I revisit this subject, as it would seem in these modern times too, children have and are being used as objects of experiment.

That comment coming to mind from Willard Graylin, a noted head of bioethics, who proposed the Warehouses of the Living Dead, to house bioemporuims of living cadavers. Where people could be spare body parts, being kept ‘alive’ by way of machines and respirators. Saying that by introducing those warehouses, they would no longer need to use prisoners, volunteers or mentally retarded children. Yes, implying that they already had a system of harvesting body parts from them. Horrifying and is covered a bit more in my article Perhaps.

But back to the Foundling hospital, the first one actually being in Dublin, Ireland in 1704. Strangely the two purposes of this being established was ‘to avoid deaths and murders of illegitimate children and to teach the Protestant faith’. Sounds quite weird and the opposite when you read how it went in the long term.

“Child deaths during transport to the hospital or whilst staying in the hospital were not infrequent”

And for some rather alarming stats on that, the words ‘not infrequent’ being an understatement. Constant would be more truthful.

“Between 1790 and 1796, some 5,216 infants were sent there, of whom 5,215 died. Between 1796 and 1826,  51,150 infants were admitted to the hospital, of whom 41,524 died”.

Now, it is said that following excavations, no remains or bodies have been found at the sites, yet the volume of deaths doesn’t appear to be disputed. Could this have been an early start to the rather sinister industries we have today, of child trafficking and using of body parts linked to the abortion industry specifically, and by extension the medical establishment.

That was just one of two sites in Ireland, the other being in Cork, and having very little detail about it. Shortly after, the London one opened, and as soon as you see it was petitioned by a ‘philanthropist’, and got many aristocrats and notable people on board, it doesn’t quite look right. Seems it was streamlined into a baby farming enterprise. Taking babies under 12 months, shipping them to the country for education until 4 or 5, then trained to be servants or apprentices and sent to work for your master on contract. Let me guess if any of the recipients of those ‘staff’ were the very same Lords and ladies who endorsed the project. Again making it rather lucrative to force people into giving up their children, or just taking them. And maybe that’s how they managed to control the workforce after a time, because over half of them had been trained and conditioned pretty much from birth. Making them more compliant servants with lower expectations and understanding, as they were meant to have. Keeping them down from day one.

It seems though that any institution that has ever appeared to be there to assist or help, has actually been a cover for a different purpose. And now making it so everyone goes through the same system and conditioning, churning out the next generation of workers and body parts. As it does seem that is all we are viewed as, even if the methods and mechanics of it have changed with the times. And maybe that worked for a couple of hundred years, so the workhouse and schools took over. Children allowed to grow up with their parents again, getting daily conditioning from them as they were trained, and then at school with the societal conditioning of the day. Seems like the wheels have come off that one a bit recently, so who knows what kind of institutions we will have in the future. But if we judge on them on past and present ones, we would do best to avoid them as if our lives depended on it…

1753 engraving of the Foundling Hospital building

(c) K Wicks

On The Clock

A side piece that came from my article Seven Again.

While reading through the Mayan seven cave myth, a picture caught my eye, and of course the reason for the cave myth. Called Chicomoztoc – The Place of Seven Caves, they say it is where they believe humans emerged from. Then going on to say that the caves are merely a representation of the human body and its orifices, and signifying the womb. And that may well be, but the picture made me think of another recent post I did, about cabbage patches. Yes, it’s one of those types of articles, and a further speculation on the idea in A Train Of Thought.

Because that too mentions certain peoples emerging from caves. But in a whimsical, fictional setting of a strange cave in the Georgia Mountains, which I have already speculated being connected to the other Georgia Mountains which happen to be named The Caucasus Mountains. I likened it to the word Caucasian, and the wild idea that is where white people emerged from, and the tale has been twisted and rewritten, the names repurposed and scattered away from the source. Perhaps. But the fictional tale around the first one mentioned, is that babies were grown in cabbage patches, then placed with the family they were meant to be with, or who purchased them I guess.

Strange that we have various tales like that, like the stork bringing them down from above, or that they grow in reeds, or can just be cultivated in gardening patches. I have also wondered about an alternative growth process for our species, in a fictional sense of course, in my short story – In the Mountain. And looked at what methods they talk of for the future of breeding in Pod Life and Pod Life 2. All quite disturbing and should be fiction, but isn’t. There are many creation myths thought that talk of different peoples or races emerging from the underground, of different species even appearing when needed as saviours and keeping people safe underground until the surface became habitable again. Now, if that were true, and part of a cycle, it would explain why periodically people would come up from what appeared to be underground. And if there was a significant gap between being down there, and those left at the surface who may have survived, could that be enough to consider them from underground? I have my other theories about what may have gone on down there in my articles In The Old Underground and One Thing Leads to Another.

And we do indeed have great empty and abandoned underground cities, and sites which appear to have had purpose, although evidence of actual people dwelling in them isn’t so forthcoming. Only the ideas around it. And there is a strange theory I have forming, of tying together all the other theories, how they could all work and be true at the same time, flat and round earth, the firmament, the ice wall, space, disasters set on a timer coming to pass when they are meant to. It could all be part of the same mechanism, like a watch and all its component pieces, ticking round to the big moment where it resets the clock to start the process over. And maybe that’s what happens to us, people, the world and civilisation.

Each time there is a cataclysm, it gets reset and it’s a race against time to uncover the truth of what came before, find the clues and what was left behind after the last events, searching the skies, land and seas for it. To find the source and stop what at first seems to be inevitable, or maybe not to stop it, could be to try and harness it, or change it, feeding stories and a fabricated history to people so they will never know the truth of how it came to be, and why it gets destroyed and reset every time. Because it was going to whether people are here or not, whether they are bad or not, whether they know or not. It seems we are all bound by the same fate, even if that is just time and mortality chasing us down, but perhaps there really is something bigger working to a clock, and we just happen to be on it…

(c) K Wicks