Chapter Twelve

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Henry's house always smells like incense. Everywhere you go the champa hits you in the face. It's like walking around a bazaar or something. Where the smell around is so bad that you have to cover it up with the constant burning of incense. The air didn't smell bad at Henry's house. He just really loves to burn incense. In an almost spiritual manner.

 I came around the corner into the dining room and found Cosmo lying under the table hoping that Ag would drop some scraps. Doggos will be doggos I suppose. I was much too fixated on learning more about the church of the crystal moon. A place I had never heard of. I continued onward through the dining room, I could hear Henry still talking to himself through the halls. 

 "Ag, where is Key's room?" I asked Henry;s trusty right hand man, surely that is where Henry is headed.

 "Up the stairs and two doors down on the right." He replied. Ag was always short and to the point. It was his gift. I always admired that about him, He has always been a man of few words. But, that is the best kind of man you can be.

I kept walking through the halls, you could get lost in the halls of Henry's house. And I have. Just staring at every thing on the walls. He has so many things. They lined the corridors and living areas. He has things from all the ends of time. Lily always had the best taste. She believed in the impossible, you don't find that much anymore. Maybe Margo believes in the impossible. Maybe Margo is the impossible.

 "Key! Come quickly! I mean that in more than one way you fucktard!" Henry yelled with excitement. I could tell he had something big to tell us. He got this way when he had big news. When Henry has big news, there is no stopping him. Like a freight train he will come.

 "Turn that awful shit down!" Henry continued. Key was blaring music inside the room. I could faintly make it out through the walls from the hallway, I believe it is an old vinyl copy of Workingmans Dead. I knew he was up to something in there.

The door popped open suddenly.

 "Henry, whats going on?" Key said somewhat bewildered. You could only see his head and he turned the lights off. I knew he was naked. I tried not to think about it. I had seen Key naked a number of times over the years. Accidents happen when you live the way we do. All I will say is this. It's fucking huge. It's ginormous. I really couldn't underestimate it's massive size. I could only hope Margo was an extraterrestrial from outer space with some kind of elastic vagina. Otherwise she will be walking funny the rest of the time I will ever know her.

 "Get out here fuckwad." Henry exclaimed.

 "Kinda busy here old friend." Key replied.

I could smell the scent of opium pilfering the hallway from inside the room. Key was indeed having himself a good time. I always enjoy smoking opium with Henry. It calms him quite a bit. Lets other people get a word in every now and again.

 "Yeah yeah yeah there is always time for fucking, you shit fa brains. This is important. I think, I think maybe I can help this dame remember some things." He explained.

I could see the look on Key's face turn instantly. I knew he was curious as to what Henry had to say.

 "Key, what are you doing? Get that huge cock back in here." Margo cried out to Key from inside the room. Little did Henry and I know, Margo was inside the room lying across the bed. Her clothes neatly piled on the chair that sat right by the bed. She was taking continuous deep pulls from the opium stone that Key left in his pants pocket.

 "Come on you fuck, you can finish up later. It will be nice. Think of it as a treat. Besides I imagine that lovely young lady could use a little break before she ends up in Ag's 'for emergencies only' wheelchair. " Henry rambled.

The door shut and Key threw some clothes on quickly.

 "I am sorry love, put these on. It's important. I told you Henry could help us." Key said with excitement. Margo slid off the bed and threw on a nice dress that was right there hanging by the door. I think it was from the renaissance. Surely, it is one of Lily's wonderful gowns that she brought back from somewhere her and Henry visited. Perhaps from one of the castles that used to stand in England, before it was consumed by the ever growing force that is an ideal of so called 'one world politics'.

 "What did he figure out? Does he know where I came from?" She asked curiously. "Oh I hope he can help!" she finished as she followed Key towards the door.

 "I don't know, he just said it was very important and that we needed to get dressed and meet him downstairs." Key replied as he opened the door.

He held his hand out for Margo's and the two walked gleefully together through Henry's magnificent hallways, down the stairs and to the formal dining hall. Henry loves the dining hall. We never spend much time in it but its always marvelous when we do. His table is big enough for one hundred and forty eight guests if I remember correctly. I could be wrong but I think that I'm right. Henry always fancies himself a nice party.

Henry and I were already in the dining hall seated at the table. I was pulling from an opium stone staring off into the stained glass windows trying to find the moon. I think it's hiding on the other side.

 "Come. Please, sit." Henry said pulling out a chair for Margo.

Key seated himself next to me where he always sat. Margo was next to him. She had brought the opium stone with her from upstairs. Now we had two, which made for a nice dinner. I could smell the sweet tones of cinnamon and coriander coming from the kitchen down the hall. It smelled amazing.

 I always loved Ag's cooking. He was another thing that Henry brought back from somewhere else. He used to cook for an emperor in a country called Japan. I don't remember the year he came from. But he was glad to come with Henry. Judging his demeanor, I would say this place is infinitely better than the place he came from. And he isn't obligted to even stay.

 "To the world we gift the light of eternal wonder." Henry said as though reading it from a book.

 "Does that mean anything to you Margo?" He asked, turning to Margo's direction. We all sat there looking to Margo for a response. I kept taking pulls nervously from my opium stone. I was approaching lift off to the land of fucked up.

 "I don't think so." Margo replied. I could tell she was searching her mind like ripping through files trying to find a piece of paper, anything that could ring a bell.

 "I don't know what that means." She finished. She seemed kind of nervous.

"Have you ever been to the Grand Ark? Büyük göğüs?" Henry asked. He also seems nervous.

"I have never heard of that." Margo said. She sounded increasingly nervous.

She really could not remember a thing. I can't imagine what that is like. But, looking at her you would think Henry was asking her to kill a large bag of puppies down by the river.

"The Grand Ark lies just beyond the market here in Mercer Street. It is an object that was gifted to us many, many years ago by the ancient ones. It is built of items taken from all periods and places in time and with it's power you can go anywhere. Some places are much harder to find than others." Henry explained, he sounded like a public radio announcer speaking through a soda can.

"I am the keeper of the light that powers the Grand Ark." Henry continued telling us, pausing to take a pull from the opium stone in his hand.

He always took such deep pulls. Even key could not match him. I guess after all these years out here alone, anyone could learn how to smoke like that.

"There is a place that only few know of. Out beyond the edge of time. Passed the ruins of destruction. It known as The Church Of The Crystal Moon." Henry said. He stopped to focus on Margo. I think he was looking for a reaction of some kind. Anything, even an eye twitch. But there was none.

"The Church Of The Crystal Moon is a land that no earthly being has ever set foot upon." Henry continued, with a long hard pull from the opium stone being passed around. "Lily always wanted to go but we could never make the journey together. You have to know the right frequency for the algorithm to get there. And, it is only written in one place. Here in this book." Henry set a book down on the table. The sound of its thud echoed throughout the dining hall. It was the oldest book i think i have ever seen. It is wrapped and bound in some kind of skin. But not like any skin i have ever seen before. It is almost shimmery to the eye.

 "I think i can help you remember. I am going to speak openly here." Henry continued to speak. No one else had anything of importance to say. So Henry's voice ripped through the silence. "I think you are from this very place. I believe you are a descendant of The Church Of The Crystal Moon. Which makes you a living, breathing, walking piece of heaven on earth." Henry rambled on. He stood up and walked towards the door by the first fireplace.

We all sat at the table in silence. Key had taken the opium stone from Margo and was pulling from it repeatedly. I followed süit with mine.

 "Its okay if you can't remember Margo" Key said rubbing the small of her back with his open hand.

 "I think you will again soon. It will all come back to you. I know it. And if for some reason it doesn't, it's okay. We will find our way." He finished. He was staring deeply into her eyes. They were completely connected on the cosmic level now. He meant every Word with every fiber of his being. It was a powerful moment to witness firsthand. My eyes began to tear up.

Margo was silent. She sat staring through the walls and the openness that surrounds Henry's house. I think she was a million miles away. Henry was rushing back into the dining room from the darkness of the corridor next to the first fireplace.

He sat back down in the chair he always sits in.

"I think this will help. I took the liberty of having Ag rearrange your room to a better suited layout for our next steps." Henry said, placing an envelope on the table.

I knew what was in the envelope. It had been many years since we had been in our 'experimental' days. Only Henry can open the envelope. It was made for him, with parts of his own DNA. Seems a little uneccesary. But, it is a powerful envelope.

 "What is that?" Margo asked. I could tell she was curious. She was staring at the envelope trying to see its contents in her mind like she has x ray vision.

Henry sat up in his chair. His body language had changed. I think our dear friend Henry had göne away into the dark corridor next to the first fireplace and returned as the official keeper of the light. He seems more firm, or something.

 "This is LSD. It is the first step in the process. It will help open your conciousness and allow us to further infiltrate your mind. " Henry explained as he placed a small blueish vial down on the old wooden table. Margo was listening intently. She is perched up on the edge of her seat. We were all listening intently. And, sitting on the edge of our seats.

He reached in to the envelope and pulled out another small vial. This one was an off purple color.

 "And this is DMT. This is for the final push." Henry said, holding the small purple vial up to the light pouring in through the stained glass. "I do have some ketamine in case we really need to dessimate some barriers and burst the door wide open." He further explained.

I was never one for Henry's ketamine 'therapy'. It never helped me. I guess one could make the argument that I remain closed off and don't allow it to help me. They wouldn't be wrong. Whenever I could feel it pulling me away I would reel myself back in and hold on as tightly as I could. I just was never a big fan. Margo was leaning her head on to Keys shoulder. I could tell she was lost in thought. I wondered where her mind was.

I wanted to speak up and tell her that should she agree to do this, there would be no going back. And, that it was going to be the most intense experience in her life. Maybe. I don't know much about her life. Maybe it won't effect her in the slightest. For me though, it changed my life and allowed me to deal with the death of my wife much easier and in greater ways than I could have ever imagined. I trusted Henry when it came to that. He knew what it was like to lose the one thing you wake up for every day. The thing that keeps you breathing and working and thinking and believing in the impossible. Love. Henry has been everywhere that a person can go. And, perhaps even some places the rest of us have never been. If there is any person on this earth or any of the others, that could help our new strange friend Margo. It's Henry.

 "What do you think?" Margo asked Key. She was extremely vulnerable in this space at the moment. With all eyes on her she must feel a tremendous amount of pressure. This is the first time I have seen such a timid side to her. Her face buried into key, hidden from plain view.

 "It is up to you Margo my love, no one can make the decision for you. This is your step to take alone. I will just say that this is the best course of action that I have to offer. If you really want to remember and access the depths of your mind, then this is the right move." Henry ended with.

I sat at the table pulling from the opium stone, I wanted to eat my LSD now. It always takes a little while to kick in for me. Just as I thought that Henry took his bag of syringes from his pocket. Taking the vial of LSD in his hand.

 "Those who want to take the journey should follow me up stairs." He said getting up from his favorite chair. He started moving towards the corridor passed the second fireplace.

We were taking the long way there, but I was okay with that. This is the way I usually take when I am at Henrys. The walls of that corridor are lined with Murals that he and Lily brought back from all over time. It was calming. Like walking your final mile home.

 "Alright you two, I am going to head up and help Henry finish setting up. You should stay close behind. I wont lie to you Margo my dear, it is going to be intense. There will be times when you feel an overwhelming sense of fear. If you keep pushing through when you break passed that fear you will be gifted with a sense of eternal well being. You should be able to access your memories like filing cabinets on the wall." I stood and took a pull from the opium stone. I brushed myself off and made my way towards the doorway by the second fireplace.