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Mars descends. The Hosts of Heaven gather. Behemoth quakes. Leviathan rises. The ergodic, Fortean fugue Whom Gods Would Destroy: An Occult History of the First World War concludes in its third volume, Armageddon, chronicling the twilight of the Great War and the Nine Giants' pilgrimage to the H
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Whom Gods Would Destroy, Part III - Tyler Kimball
Whom Gods Would Destroy
An Occult History of the First World War
Part III: Armageddon
By Tyler Kimball
WHOM GODS WOULD DESTROY, Part III: Armageddon
Preceded by
Part I: The Architects of Hell
and
Part II: Archangel
Cover art derived from Percy John Derf Smith's Death Forbids
and Death Intoxicated
, plates from the 1921 etching series Dance of Death(Part I), Lenin, der Günstling,
by Karl Czerpien, published in Swiss magazine Nebelspalter #46, Nov. 15, 1919, under Chief Editor Paul Altheer (Part II), and George Paul LeRoux's 1918, or The Last Communique (Part III). Back art taken from At the End of the War to End All Wars,
Illustration from Die Muskete magazine, 1918.
This manuscript has been prepared in Garamond, 12 point, with the title set in Manorly.
First Edition
All rights reserved.
Copyright © 2023 by Tyler Kimball
Chaoskampf Press
This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part by any means without permission.
Print ISBN: 978-1-0881-6548-5
Book III: Armageddon
The war for giants is over. The war of pygmies began.
- Winston Churchill.
Into the Ether
Presaging, and perhaps influencing, the Philadelphia Experiment hoax of the mid 20th century, rumors circled in the dying days of the war that famed inventor Thomas Alva Edison rendered vessels invisible to both submarines and the naked eye. The master of electricity had also mastered the electron, which, in the two decades following J.J. Thomson's isolation of that particle from cathode rays, seemed to be the source of potential magic. The truth of the matter seems to lie in the ambiguity of the word ether.
As part of a series of nearly fifty research projects conducted aboard the USS Sachem, Edison worked on an oleum cloud shell to disguise ships on the water, a chemical alternative to dazzle camouflage. Oleum is also known as fuming sulfuric acid, often used as a way to safely transport the acid in a solid state as it is easily reconstituted into a vapor by steam conduits. The chemical is sometimes confused with oleum dulci vitrioli, sweet oil of vitriol,
or ether. And ether was, in the context of invisibility and optics, usually the luminiferous ether, the now obsolete concept that light waves must propagate through a semi-physical medium instead of a true vacuum. In this theoretical framework, manipulation of this ether could create areas of darkness or, with more precision, render objects invisible.
So it was all a game of telephone, appropriately enough.
Edison's chemical tests bled into early experiments in diffused lighting camouflage, a technique that would not be revived until World War II, with the Royal Canadian Navy's corvette cloaking tests and America's Yehudi lights. The later story of the Philadelphia Experiment likewise features the detail that the USS Eldridge was surrounded by flashing lights and a greenish fog – apart from that slick, sci-fi green, this matches' eye-witness descriptions of Edison's experiments[1]. There may also be some conflation with inventor T. Townsend Brown's fruitless work on antigravity aboard the US Naval Research Laboratory yacht Caroline.
In the wake of the 7 May 1915 sinking of the Lusitania, Edison discussed his hopes for increased defense funding and massive research laboratories with the New York Times. This sounds rather mundane today, but this fusion of civilian business and military-industrial resources was unprecedented in America, before eventually replacing the nation in the mid-20th century.
Edison's primary concern had been America's reliance on foreign chemical supplies, particular rubber (he previously researched the development of synthetic alternatives at his Fort Myers lab), German dyes, and the phenolic resins used in phonographs, usually imported from Britain. He repurposed his Silver Lake facilities towards the production of phenol and its derivatives in September of 1914. It was during his research on phenol production that he found that it could be nitrated into picric acid, and then into ammonium picrate, a component of explosive artillery shells; other phenol derivatives included the plastic Bakelite, and the salicylic acid found in Aspirin. Edison's forethought kept Bayer supplied throughout the war, but he was reluctant to put his ammonium picrate supplies to military use, declaring that he only wanted to produce defensive tools.
The article showed a decisive shift towards active participation in the war effort, and inspired Secretary of the Navy Josephus Daniels, and his assistant, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, to reach out to Edison to deal with the U-boat menace, with Roosevelt pushing, rather presciently, for swift-boat technology. By July 1915, Edison and Daniels organized a multidisciplinary technocratic advisory board with strong connections to academia, corporate research, and all branches of the military, with open and rather transparent civilian outreach. Edison was appointed president of this Naval Consulting Board on October 7th. Unfortunately, he found the Allies unwilling or unable to share detailed data on submarine warfare, and his own government unwilling to fund his ambitious projects. Still, this was Thomas Edison, who, for all the criticism leveled at him, was a brilliant organizer of engineering and scientific minds. He was a force multiplier; if one allowed him to headhunt and lead geniuses, he would deliver some of the most productive years of his subordinates' lives.
By 1917, he could feel the pressure rising; the US was almost certainly going to fully mobilize within months, and he was feeling his age as he entered his 70s. Frustrated by the lack of government funding on research he was specifically asked to carry out, Edison moved to the naval station at Sandy Hook, New Jersey, and took up residence aboard the USS Sachem, a yacht formerly known as SP-192.
Echo-location
technology was Edison's primary concern, a field rapidly developing from meteorologist L.F. Richardson's search for the Titanic. In 1914, the Canadian Reginald Fessenden of the Submarine Signal Company of Boston demonstrated depth sounding and underwater signaling via Morse code on the Grand Banks of Newfoundland. His 500 Hz oscillator could detect the submerged portion of icebergs with enough regularity and efficiency to begin deployment on Canadian-built submarines.
Background channels led to communication between Edison and Ernest Rutherford, the father of nuclear science. Rutherford had been researching sonar technology since 1915 using water tanks at Manchester University, and prototypes were already under construction by his team. Newfoundlander Robert William Boyle, who he had previously taught at McGill University, now worked alongside Rutherford on the Board of Inventions and Research. Rutherford also corresponded with Dr. Albert Beaumont Wood's team at the Admiralty Experimental Station at Parkeston Quay. In what must have been the single busiest year for any scientist in history, Rutherford secretly traveled to the United States to discuss the idea with American researchers, then returned to England and induced the first artificial nuclear reaction by bombarding nitrogen nuclei with alpha particles[2], before overseeing the fitting of these ASDIC
sonar systems to His Majesty's fleet.
After his meeting with Rutherford, Edison's yacht undertook a secretive circuit around the Eastern Seaboard, making frequent stops at its major ports. The need for mobility and interest in underwater detection was spurred by, of all things, acts of amphibious airship
sabotage conducted along America's shorelines.
On July 30th, 1916 at Black Tom Island, New Jersey, thirty-four boxcars carrying a thousand short tons[3] of munition earmarked for the Russian Empire exploded. Despite causing only three deaths, the blast was audible as far away as Philadelphia and inflicted over $22 million in damages, including busted windows in several New York boroughs and structural shock to the Statue of Liberty. It would go down as the largest act of World War One-era sabotage and the second most destructive wartime explosion in North America before the atomic bomb. The most striking detail of the whole affair was that multiple witnesses spotted a silvery airplane-like vessel hovering over Black Tom Island just before the detonation. On 9 September 1916, a strange airplane with a powerful searchlight scanned Wilson, North Carolina[4], and appeared to drop something near a Merck pharmaceutical facility.
At 2:30 AM on April 14, 1917, three night watchmen from the 6th Massachusetts National Guard's Company L spotted an unidentified flying object on the mouth of the Pascataqua River. The men were stationed near the Portsmouth Naval Shipyard as a deterrent to German sabotage, and reacted with unusual force for witnesses of the unknown, firing on the craft as it descended towards the water[5]. The vessel briefly hovered near a bridge, before diving into the river, where it appeared to continue out to sea. Similar amphibious airships with green lights were sighted along the northeastern seaboard in the first two months of 1916, associated with the destruction of munitions and chemical plants. These included some forty buildings in Philadelphia, Dupont factories in Gibbstown and Carney's Point[6], New Jersey and Wilmington, Delaware.
On 11 January 1917 fire destroyed over a million Russia-bound artillery shells housed in the Kingsland munitions factory in Brooklyn, New York, with lights or dark, blimp-like objects seen descending into the East River. In April, over a hundred workers, many of them children, perished in the arson of Eddystone, Pennsylvania's Hercules Powder Company.
While unconnected to a direct attack, all the way back in July of 1915, an inexplicably fast spycraft
with scanning blue lights seemed to map out portions of the Florida East Coast Railway and the military aeronautical station at Pensacola before heading into the Everglades[7]. Furthermore, there was renewed interest in two British cases. The Formidable-class (London sub-class) pre-dreadnought battleship HMS Bulwark exploded at 7:50 am on November 26, 1914 while moored at Kethole Reach's Number 17 buoy in the estuary of the River Medway. Only twelve of her 750 crew members survived, mostly because they had been blown out of an open hatch in Number 1 mess deck amidships, by what Able Seaman Stephen Marshall described as a colossal draught.
Marshall was thrown so high that he could see the ship's masts shaking. Witnesses on nearby battleships reported at least two detonations. A naval court of inquiry held that Bulwark's crew stored ammunition in the precarious cross-passageways between their guns, and that the volatile cordite charges overheated when stored next to a boiler room bulkhead. Still, many in the navy and many more civilians suspected German sabotage, especially after the minelayer Princess Irene blew up in May 1915 in the same anchorage, though the highly explosive sea mines lining her deck may have had something to do with the explosion. The explosions of the HMS Natal at Cromarty Firth in December and the HMS Vanguard on July 9, 1917 were a bit harder to explain, but chalked up to the detonation of inferior cordite shells.
Witnesses on the shore and aboard the vessel claimed to have seen a U-boat in the water at the time of the HMS Bulwark's loss, despite the high location of the blast and the confirmed lack of any German submarine activity in the area at the time. Likewise, no German ever claimed responsibility for sabotaging any of the lost ships. Similarly, an unknown aerial vehicle was seen at Cromarty Firth the night of the Natal's loss and the night before the explosion of the Vanguard. A Chatham dockyard ordnance fitter who had worked on all four vessels was investigated, but it was likely a coincidence – harbor maintenance workers move between docked ships frequently, and they had no reason to suspect him otherwise[8].
However, concern over airship raids disappeared with a clear cut case of German sabotage in March. Munitions barges exploded at the US Naval Yard at Mare Island, California, killing six and injuring dozens. Authorities investigating the incident arrested a German naval officer named Lothar Witzke after deciphering a coded message sewn into his left jacket sleeve as he attempted to cross the Mexican border at Nogales, Arizona under the assumed identity of Pablo Waberski,
a Russo-American traveler inexplicably swept up in the Mexican-American Border War[9]. The US sentenced him to death with information from double-agents within his organization[10]. He tenuously connected his arson attacks to Kurt Jahnke, the North American chief of Imperial German Naval Intelligence. Jahnke's sabotage stratagem attempted to distract Americans from the European War by stirring up tension between the US and Mexico. He has been tied to the 1915 Huerta coup, Pancho Villa's raids, the Zimmermann Telegram, and tangentially to other acts of sabotage such as 1915's Vanceboro Bridge bombing. He would later be blamed for masterminding agent provocateurs
and the training of Mexican troops in the lead-up to the Battle of Ambos Nogales on 27 August 1918, but the conflict might easily have been rooted in nothing but American and Mexican antagonism.
Previously, on 30 May 1915, a Russian-bound powder barge in Elliott Bay, Washington detonated. The blast sent a fireball a hundred feet into the air and shattered windows in Tacoma. The city was alight with rumors of a volcano, a massive earthquake, or a meteorite, as several such objects had been seen in the sky before the detonation. On the 22nd, unknown arsonists destroyed armored vehicles on Tacoma's Northern Pacific docks. German saboteur Emil Marksz committed suicide in his hotel room in Seattle on the 4th of July, and Walter L. Scholz, working under the name Herman Schultz, admitted to assembling the dynamite and detonator rig in a shack south of Harbor Island. This had seemed like a simple case, but then investigators connected the meteorites to the destruction of a major DuPont facility in Tacoma, associated with black airships in the sky. Similar airships had been seen over Tacoma in 1896 and in 1908 (along with Kent and Puget Sound). But it all seemed to be a red herring with the fall of Lothar Witzke's decisively earthbound network.
With these acts of sabotage satisfactorily explained, this skyship panic died down. However, suspicion of aerial assault lingered on, perhaps a directed energy weapon likened to the Heat Ray of Wells' Martians, or low-visibility flamethrowers, but no explanation could be found for the diving action of the vessel; the most plausible theory was that the attacking airships simply killed its lights and dropped something into the water, such as an empty fuel tank, ballast, or an overheated weapon battery, to hasten its getaway.
Building on the mysterious inventor
craze of the late 19th century scareships, American intelligence strongly suspected academia and alternative religions after the case of Erich Muenter, a German-American with strong sympathy for the Fatherland. In 1908, while a linguistics professor at Harvard, he poisoned his wife with arsenic. He fled to Mexico after probing questions by A.E. Long, an undertaker whose suspicions were aroused when Muenter was oddly persistent that his wife be quickly cremated. Her brother came forward, claiming that Muenter had previously tried to murder her and their daughter via natural gas asphyxiation, and several of the professor's colleges noted that his body became wraithlike
in proportions in his pursuit of ancient lore
and transcendental notions steeped in German romantic literature and alchemy[11]. He also sought to create a universal Germanic language blending High German, Old Norse, and Scots, and what might have been a pan-Celtic language or an attempt to recreate proto-Celtic. Due to his obsession with linguistic, spiritual, and biological revival, Meunter became known as the Necromancer.
In Mexico, Meunter worked as a stenographer and bookkeeper for the Samuel Brothers mining operation in El Oro. One of the company's executives, a James Dean, thought he was a good worker, but noted that Muenter had a habit of gazing into the middle distance and going into a trance, muttering something strange to an unseen presence.
Soon recruited by Germany's spy network, he re-emerged as Frank Holt, a metaphysics professor at Cornell, and developed a terrorist persona, R. Pearce.
The Necromancer used this pseudonym to write letters filled with threats and post-action gloating, and a 'C. Hendricks' to mask his shipment of materiel, including several hundred pounds of dynamite and acid-timed bombs. In rapid succession, he bombed the Capitol Building, shot the son of J.P. Morgan in a strong-arm home invasion, planted a dynamite bomb on the England-bound steamship SS Minnehaha, and committed suicide in captivity after examination by an alienist. After unsuccessfully cutting his wrist and stabbing his throat, he climbed to the top of his cell and let himself fall to his death. Unbeknownst to Meunter, a Bureau of Combustibles taskforce led by Inspector Owney
Egan discovered Holt's trunk-bomb in a warehouse before it was loaded onto the Minnehaha, foiling the bomb plot.
The alienist was baffled by Meunter's statements; the terrorist claimed that he never wanted to hurt anyone, and that he somehow thought his actions would end American involvement in the European war. He was quickly labeled a paranoiac of the reformatory type
by Dr. Carlos MacDonald. Despite this unstable personality, he insinuated himself so rapidly and successfully at Cornell and the University of Kansas that a massive German infiltration of America's universities seemed terrifyingly real. A further scandal emerged when an investigation revealed that Meunter's suicide was possible because he was barely guarded, to the point that an anonymous county official stated that Nassau County [was] lucky Holt killed himself. If he hadn’t, he might have walked away from us.
The most chilling detail of Meunter's case was that he keenly observed the death of his wife, hoping to measure the changes that occurred upon her passing, both biological and 'etheric.' Though the papers described it as a search for a 'vapour,' he was likely looking for measurable evidence for ectoplasm or animating ether[12][13]. He had previously alluded to the famous pseudoscientific 1907 experiment by Duncan MacDougall, which determined that the soul weighed 21.3 grams.
According to his theories, the recent birth of a child left Mrs. Meunter in a vulnerable, or perhaps exalted, biological and spiritual state, at a climactic point in her life cycle that would make her departure far more tangible, by Meunter's strange metric. The Annals of Psychical Science, paraphrasingthe American, dips into Gothic romance with claims that he thought he had perfected a means of proving the existence of a soul which he could only test at the death of one whom he loved. Then he thought a vaporous substance would cling to him.
[14]
Theosophists muttered about the case, because Meunter's cremation of his wife had been tied to their philosophy, but Theosophist spokespeople pointed towards something far more ancient, perhaps alchemical palingenesis or Zoroastrian rituals (though Zoroastrians historically expose their dead). Later, residents of Schaumberg, four miles north of Elgin, Illinois came forward after uncovering evidence that Meunter hid in their remote, German-speaking village. He appeared to belong to some local pagan cult worshiping an unknown serpentine deity (or a primordial sea serpent), blending ancient trappings with modern German metaphysics,
whatever that means, the belief in the transmigration of the soul, and the use of mind-altering drugs such as peyote. A Jopp family of Mecklenburg led the cult, even after the death of its faith-healing patriarch[15]. The congregation Christianized and merged with the newfound snake-handling movement in the 1920s.
Not long into his enterprise, Edison was confounded by the submission of a plan by Dr. Orville Wilson Owen of Detroit, an enigmatic engineer and anti-Stratfordian. Owen claimed that he was in communication with Colonel J.E.B. Seely, former British Secretary of State for War, and sought funding to develop a machine to neutralize gravity through ionic vibrations.
When Britain declined the offer, he submitted it to the Naval Consulting Board. Owen's proposal relied on an electromagnetic principle that all things vibrate at certain frequencies, and that what we perceive as magnetic poles are, in fact, self-sustaining solitons either joining with or repulsing their counterparts. This variability in vibrations was Owen's root cause for all aeronautical issues, including zones of silence,
vibrationless voids which rob aircraft of momentum until they plummet to the earth. Artificial zones of silence were his explanation for the capability of phantom airships to seemingly drop straight into the water and function as a submersible without losing their rigid airframe.
Edison, at this point, must have been rolling his eyes, but Owen's final claim struck a nerve – Dr. Owen was a fervent admirer of Sir Francis Bacon, believing him to be the true author of Shakespeare's plays (a common assertion in the early 20th century) and a genius inventor. During an 1912 excavation of the River Wye, Owen claimed that he came across plans for the construction of a strikingly modern airship. This got Edison thinking – there was very little evidence that the Germans were behind these strange airship attacks, for if their engineering was so advanced, to the point of being invincible and untraceable, why were they still deploying the vulnerable, flimsy models seen in the European theater of war?
There must be some other force at work, a secret society of airship builders. The public had, as mentioned before, tried to pin the prior scareship waves on Edison, and he in turn had looked to the stars for an answer while on Ford's peace mission. He had been warned of the issue all the way back on 17 September 1908, when a strange airship buzzed the General Electric plant in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, accompanied by a fiery mass,
moving far too fast for a Zeppelin, far too advanced for a heavier-than-air craft in the same year as the Wright Brothers' historic flight.
Edison had recently heard of the recent passing of Indian scholar and engineer Shivkar Bāpuji Talpade. Talpade received a blend of Western-style and classical Vedic education in Bombay, and was inspired by his mentor's tales of ancient aeronautics, such as the descriptions of Vimāna by Maharishi Bharadwaja and the Rigvedādic Bhāshya Bhumikā. Talpade had also cited Edison and Hiram Maxim as inspirations to explore a way to mechanize these legendary flying vehicles. He claimed to have built a unmanned, steam-powered, electrical airplane called the Marutsakhā (Air-Friend) in 1895, which flew to a height of 460 meters in a poorly-attended exhibition. Edison heard little corroborating evidence from contacts in India, and Talpade's working principle, that mercury could sublimate into hydrogen in sunlight, was patently untrue, based on superseded alchemical theory. The best lead he found was a barely-literate pandit named Subbaraya Shastry, who claimed to have channeled an ancient sage named Bharadvaja, and Bhagavan Das's Utterances of Pranava, published by the Theosophical Society in 1910-1913 and drawing upon a sage named Gargyavana. Both men held that an ancient aeronautical program more advanced than our own existed in the shadows, its secrets known only to the initiated.
Persistent rumors held that the British Raj had the bodies of several vimana passengers. An archival search of the Houston Post (2 May 1897) carried a tale of a Danish sailor named Oleson, who, in September 1862, witnessed the crash of an aerial vehicle during a storm in the Indian Ocean. A rogue wave swept he and six of his companions off the brig Christine, forcing them to take refuge on a lifeless islet, where one man died of his injuries. Their despair soon turned to horror as a massive craft fell from the clouds, heading towards them, only to be blown off course by a ferocious gale.
The sailors swam to the wreckage of the machine, described as "the size of a battleship[16]" and with four large wings. Some scavenged what appeared to be food from floating storage boxes. Those who pressed deeper into the vessel discovered the body of a dozen men with dark bronze skin, long silky hair and beards, each standing over twelve feet. One man, in a Lovecraftian twist, allegedly went mad and threw himself into the sea. The survivors stocked up on the food, built a raft from the floating wreckage, and sailed to sea, to be intercepted by an Australia-bound Russian vessel some sixty hours later.
Oleson used an oversized thumb ring set with two unidentifiable red jewels as proof of his discovery. The Dane's report led to a brief search for the remains, and possible recovery, by British forces near Diego Garcia. Interest in this old tale was briefly revived by intelligence indicating that the German light cruiser SMS Emden had a secondary mission to search for signs of Indian Ocean giants
during its 1914 commerce-route patrolling near Diego Garcia, a fanciful element that was cheekily supported when Emden captured the Russian steamer Ryazan and renamed it Cormoran, after the giant of Cornish legend.
His search for answers in India was ultimately fruitless, but the seemingly political nature of the scareship attacks led Edison to believe that there was something both earthly and occult behind these mysterious saboteurs.
And so, dangerous research and development moved to hidden bases and mobile positions such as Edison's yacht.
At Washington (or, rather, at a nearby city on the Potomac known as Scotland), Edison's crew gained a replacement navigator, a Captain Claude Stoughton, who slipped in effortlessly despite his good looks and noble bearing. After his initial entry on the crew manifest, Stoughton is next mentioned during a striking sighting; passing near the island known as Tangier, two crewmen claimed to have spotted a large hippopotamus wading by the shore. Edison did not have a chance to see the beast. Aging and nearly deaf, runners had to alert him of such occurrences, and he could be slow moving despite his energetic temperament. When Edison finally arrived at the bow, Stoughton joked that the hippo must have booked a ship to the wrong Tangier. Edison at first dismissed it as a manatee, which the crew had previously spotted off Florida, but Stoughton insisted he had worked closely with the creatures, and there was no mistaking the teeth in those yawning jaws. Edison reportedly scowled, and asked where he had worked. Soughton simply said 'Africa,' before noting that he had never seen one that large before – it must have been a giant, some freak of doubled proportions, likely incapable of supporting its bulk on land.
Edison said that he wanted to be clear of the island, as he didn't want to injure the beast with their experiments for the night, pertaining to the absorption of light by seawater
and underwater searchlights.
Stoughton, rather cockily, stated that Edison must have had a change of heart since all those electrocuted critters and the Coney Island elephant. Edison balked – he said that execution was fifteen years ago, that Topsy had killed three people, and electrocution was more humane than the original plan to strangle the poor thing. He hadn't even shot the footage - that was Edwin Porter's work. His name was simply on every film made by his company, and there had been thousands of them. The topic appeared to have been an often-prodded sore spot – and, indeed, the idea that he executed Topsy as part of the War of the Currents is a modern fabrication, as the AC/DC conflict had ended well over a decade beforehand.
The main witness to the event, and our primary source, Dr. Henry Newlin Stokes (1859-1942), noted that the crew went tense and looked for other work elsewhere on the ship. Edison pulled away from the new captain – his hearing impairment could make him seem deeply confrontational as he was forced to get right up in people's faces. The voyage saw him forgo his usual clean-shaven and dapper looks; there was something of the ancient mariner to him now, grizzled and gray-eyed with thin, wind-blown hair.
He looked to be chewing at something before he slunk back into his cabin to make preparations for the experiments. Stokes followed him, though kept his distance.
Dr. Stokes had an interesting career and philosophical trajectory. He was ostensibly aboard the vessel in his capacity as a chemist. In his early career, he studied plastics and inorganic rubber, discovering Hexachlorophosphazene and its polymerization[17]. Once a strict materialist and agnostic, he gradually dabbled in esoteric publishing, yoga, psychic sciences, and the Theosophical Society. In 1917, he established the O.E. Library Critic, an outgrowth of his O.E. Library League, which he would continue to own and edit until his death. He was something of a gadfly in the world of Theosophy, Spiritualism, and Rosicrucianism, criticizing their practices as straying from the First Object, the common brotherhood of man. Despised by elite esoteric circles for exposing their hypocrisy and fraud, he was a champion of the Back to Blavatsky
contingent. He likewise was a proponent of religious freedom, which saw a downward turn in May of 1916, when Chief Michael Long's wizard police
arrested the Rev. Mrs. Sarah Darling of Newark's Spiritualist Church, on charges of witchcraft[18]. Stokes was on Edison's mission under an alias, as he did not want his muckraking reputation to tarnish the important work of a fellow Theosophist – and journalism was a secondary concern to the chemistry, though he would record any interesting events for posterity, to be disclosed a century after the War.
The third notable Theosophist on the vessel had yet to make a name for himself: Edward Arthur Wilson. Wilson was not a scientist, but a mariner, who arrived aboard the vessel after a sojourn from Prince Edward Isle. Stokes said that he resembled a young Mephistopheles, a sharp-faced man with a small, goatish beard. He was not a navy man, and was nearly turned away for this reason, but Edison saw something in him, charisma, intellect, and talent - and when Edison said someone had potential, people listened. Also, Edison noted, the name Wilson
kept popping up in moments of serendipity.
Stokes waited two hours, until Edison finished his nap. Edison snapped out of his slumber suddenly, and looked rather distant and sad, prompting Stokes to ask if he was feeling well. Edison looked at Stokes and simply said "it was that damn elephant. He saw its death in a dream, but not as in Electrocution of an Elephant. The beast was enormous, larger than it was in life, electricity shocking its body and the whole thing smelled like brass and burnt-out light bulbs. There came the trumpet of an elephant, and something like a train whistle; this is what propelled him to consciousness."
Edison rose up, wiped his face with a towel, and got to work. The acoustic tests were successful, but they were unable to produce a searchlight powerful and precise enough to reliably detect the buoys. After the retrieval of their test supplies, the crew plotted a northbound course.
Their experimental cycle continued for a week with little interesting activity, performing smudging experiments (that is, smokescreens, on the hull and against periscopes), further searchlight tests, development of mirror reflection systems, and something vaguely described as night glass.
It was during this latter test that Edison nodded off in his seat above deck, as he was prone to working for serial eight hour shifts, interrupted only by two hours of sleep.
From Stokes' report, Edison seemed unsure if he was awake or asleep. The sudden crash of falling trees startled him into wakefulness, or so he at first believed, fearful that the ship was breaking apart. The pungent scent of sulfur and an intense heat wafted over him, yet a chill ran up his back. He then saw a man that resembled a timberjack, in blood red flannel and carrying an ax, suddenly walk across his field of view from the direction of the falling trees. The bearded, dark-haired man briefly glanced at Edison, eyes deep and sunken, and disappeared into the cabin. He closed his eyes in shock and bolted up from his chair. Nothing had changed, and he could not find the strange man, but it had seemed so real, with none of a dream's fogginess. He stumbled towards the lights, and flipped on the switch – the light, he would recount, flared up like the sun before burning out. He reached up with a gloved hand to unscrew the light, and found that the tungsten had been consumed somehow, or perhaps removed and replaced with a paper filament as some practical joke. Yes, he noted, there was paper ash in the bulb. The whole intrusive affair spooked him, and he mused on the lightbulb's label – Mazda, named after Ahura Mazda, the ancient Persian God of Wisdom and Creation, who warded off the evils of the world.
One experiment emphasized a paranormal bent to detection, based on the theories of Sir William Fletcher Barrett, discoverer of Stalloy, which would be purified into Permalloy by Gustav Elmen of Bell Laboratories. This silicon-iron alloy was known for its magnetic permeability and shielding, and used in transatlantic cables. Barrett was also a paranormalist, theorizing that the use of permalloy loading coils and quartz crystals could detect objects in water retroactively. Edison thought this experiment went beyond quackery and hokum, nothing more than dressed-up divination,
but it would sate the more spiritually-inclined engineers. Edison was more interested in the harder science of George Washington Pierce's study of quartz crystals, and other submarine applications of loading coils, known at the time as Pupin coils. At New York City, the crew corresponded with Mihajlo Pupin himself, who worked at a separate submarine detection program at Columbia University and advised the National Advisory Committee for Aeronautics, the precursor of NASA. From the docks, Dr. Stokes noted Pupin's secret communication with fellow Freemasons aboard the vessel.
As Edison's subordinates carried out the crystal experiments, Stoughton and Wilson watched with curiosity. Edison explained that understanding piezoelectricity was something of the Holy Grail of this research, as crystal structures could produce and detect sounds, generate high voltages and refract light, and regulate frequencies. A merger of sonic, ultrasonic, electrical, and optical technologies would be the culmination of his life's work.
Wilson suddenly asked if he put much stock in the concept of sacred geometry. Edison, always the pragmatist, said no, he never thought much of it, and said that when you get down to it, mountains and rivers decide human settlement more than any mystical lines of force. Wilson countered with the nature of these quartz crystals – what would otherwise be dead carbon, no more fascinating than ash, could take on far more advanced capabilities simply by reorganizing its structure; just as ductile wire could carry complex telegraphic signals even though it is nothing more than spun metal.
Stoughton laughed and slapped Wilson on the back, saying that he counted Wilson as a simple pile of sea-salt, not a philosopher. Wilson said he had traveled far and wide, and knew more about the shape of the world than most. Some places had an emerging spirit to them, and he'd seen it in action.
Edison asked how so, and Wilson mentioned Canberra, the capital of Australia. It means the meeting place,
he said, Or the hollow between a woman's fine breasts, because of the mountains, or because there was a heart beneath that city.
Wilson laughed, and said that he had ferried its architects out from Chicago. They were a couple, Walter Burley Griffin and Marion Mahoney Griffin. The Australians held an international contest to design their new capital city. They took a canoe trip just north of Chicago, when Mrs. Griffin started hearing voices. When they got home, she forced Mr. Griffin to complete his entry in the contest, locking him in his workstation. And suddenly, Mr. Griffin went into a fit, a trance, like he was channeling something. For weeks he did nothing but design that city, and they both said there was someone or something telling them what to do.
Wilson said that they won the contest, and became Anthropo-sophists not long after, whispering to the gnomes in the land.
He brought them down to Australia on a steamer, through the Panama Canal, a detail that caused Stoughton's ears to perk up. Griffin ran into problems there, because the government was lying to him, feeding him falsehoods for some damned reason... Australia is dangerous,
he said, because the myths are animals and people and gods and places all in one. It's all geography.
When he dropped them off at that river dock, he swore that he saw something in the sky, the Kurra Kurra, the storm bird, or some kind of creature with wings and paws. I don't trust that place. There were queer lights over the Blue Mountains. And why is it called New South Wales? Why just the south of Wales?
Edison stepped back and covered his mouth, to keep from laughing. He asked if Wilson was influenced by his departed companions' surname in his day-dream of a griffin.
Wilson said it was no day-dream, but dreamtime. Creation myths are not just an ancient point of origin, but always happening to the Aboriginals. There was something terrible in that snaking lake by Canberra, something locked up in the river and the stone, yearning to break out into the sky.
"They're building pyramids and lines of power with quartz. The Blacks there call it maban, the source of their magic power. He gestured at the piezoelectric experiment. He said he didn't trust that whole building project, because
it's a wet center of a dry plane, a powderkeg of fire and water, bird and snake. That's what it is. In the Hebrew, Chol, means both sand and phoenix, and how all the wicked lands of the Bible became people, both ancestral and personified. Edom and Magog. Or the Greek god-realm Hades. And something like de Camões' Adamaster, the drowned giant off the Cape of Good Hope, or Jasconius, the whale that was an island and a demon all in one. The Australian Blacks worship a rainbow snake as their high god, that snaked up the rivers, water and earth, and is still writhing over the land. Bad joo-joo, the stuff of evil alchemy. The Griffins're going to conjure up a phoenix. The Ziz."
At this point, Dr. Stokes remarks that Edison looks at Wilson, as if attempting to ascertain whether Wilson is some undiscovered magus or the grandest idiot in Creation. He walked off, to speak with the experimenting physicists.
Dr. Stokes said that Wilson turned to him and said, 'He's too much of a scientist, that one. But we're on the cusp of an Aquarian Age. That means not just the stars, but the seas. The Depths of consciousness, the infinity of knowledge, the flow of life and death. You'll see, that's the important bit."
Dr. Stokes asked for clarification.
The ancient dead were exposed to the air, to be eaten by birds. Then the dead were buried. Theosophists and Hindoos know to burn the dead with fire. But soon, all the souls will flow, the dead are in the water, changing and reincarnating freely. Think of Osiris on the Bark of the Dead, the Foremost of the Westerners. Serapis Bey on the islands. Think of the abyss. Think of Atlantis rising.
Dr. Stokes said Wilson was awfully interested in the esoteric for a sailor. Wilson retorted that seamen had always had their mythology. You need such things to survive on the sea, to give the chaos order. He said it was the same with America, when the white men had to give the frontier of the New World a mythology, from Columbus' Prophecies to the Latter-Day Saints. It had always been this way – the Vikings had seen monstrous whales the size of islands in the Greenland Sea and off Newfoundland, the Lyngbakr or Hafgufa, and the coils of Jörmungandr off the coast of Nova Scotia. Or perhaps it was Níðhöggur. Wilson wasn't too keen on the difference. One of them is dead, but will shed its skin and rise again in the twilight of the gods.
Dr. Stokes privately noted that there was, long ago, a sect of gnostics known as the Ophites or Ophidians, so named by Origen for their worship of the Serpent of Eden. They believed that Leviathan wrapped around the globe, just like the World-Serpent of Norse legend or the Ouroboros. Stokes knew that most Gnostics believed that a false god, a Demiurge, had trapped the human spirit in the Material World, but these Ophites alone seemed to believe that the actual separation between God and Man was itself a creature. Leviathan was the wall, eating up the spirits of the dead and spitting them back out into the cycle of reincarnation if they failed to pass through the seven spheres of the Archons. It is very Hindoo,
he noted, to the point that such reincarnations could occur in non-human animals, a seemingly unique belief in even the weirdest corners of Abrahamism. Leviathan was slain by a pair of the Rephaim, according to Manicheans, a belief that may have been reincorporated into the Ophites. Mandaeism, from what he could recall, claimed that Leviathan was also Ur, a demon and a city in Babylon. Leviathan was their purgatory, swallowing up souls into prison-stomachs called Mattarathas.
Edison sat down to watch the final phase of the experiment, observing the faces of Wilson and Stoughton, trying to read their lips. He scowled when his junior engineers reported inconclusive results, and said that they would return to more scientifically grounded counter-signaling broadcasts.
That night, Edison dreamt -it was clearly a dream this time- of a lumberjack in red plaid and a great ox in the sky, bright blue and full of stars. Behind him was the Elephantine Colossus, a 122-feet-tall hotel and brothel on Coney Island in the shape of an Indian pachyderm, even more resplendent than it was in life. But it was burning, just as it had in 1896, and as it collapsed the great ox charged it and tore it to flaming bits. Edison jolted awake to the sound of women screaming and running, and the laughter of a scarlet harlot echoing through the rouge-painted sky. When he confided in Wilson as to its occult significance, Wilson laughed and said that was just Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox. A tall tale from the French-speakers up in Quebec. Pretty new, not an old story. I don't know if it's based off a real man or anyone. People have giants on the mind these days. Maybe you saw him in one of those logging company ads.
Stokes asked if he had been around these loggers, and if they attributed any meaning to it.
Wilson said that it was just a bunch of stories strung together, silly japes like skating on a skillet to butter it. Bunyan didn't even keep a consistent size, sometimes just a large man, other times big enough to carve out rivers and canyons by dragging his ax. America's Dreamtime creatures, he noted. He said there were weirder things up there to worry about.
Stokes, ever the journalist pressing mystics and obscurantists, asked for clarification. Wilson said that there were stories of men with heads like goats up around Cherryfield. They wore flannel and carried axes, menacing the bridges and train trestles over the Narraguagus.
Edison asked for the point of the flannel - was it just lumberjack fashion, or a larger symbol?
Are you dreaming of the working man?
said Stoughton. A simple life? Frontier labor?
Wilson suggested a Dr. Flannel,
a nickname derived from doctor's flannel,
a heavy, felt-textured wool often used to make shearers' shirts. Do they call it that up here? They used that in Australia.
I've never heard of it,
said Stoughton.
Was it double-headed?
offered Stokes. The ax, the labrys, was sacred to Minoans, as was the bull.
I think I would have recognized the minotaur,
Edison said.
Right, but it was also used by the Zeus of Labrandos, the Ba'al Shamin, and the storm-god Teshub,
said Stokes. Gods with an ax in one hand, lightning in the other. Or, electricity. Perhaps they're looking for modern company.
Edison wondered if it had something to do with the symbol of industry, conquering the forests. Railmen wore flannel and felled wood as well. Stokes suggested that the lumberjack is the woodsman archetype, but aligned to civilization rather than the wilds. A red man rather than green. Red flannel and dark blue jeans, American colors... maybe that civilizing form explained the goat head, like Pan.
He clarified that the buffalo plaid pattern was inspired by the MacGregor Red and Black tartan of Rob Roy – there might be something of the fey there, and, perhaps, a link between that blue ox and Rob Roy's cattle-thievery. Privately, he mused if these fey railway-men had something to do with Henry Ford's friend, Arthur Edward Stillwell.. Edison suggested that the checkered panels would indicate a kind of intelligence, the order of chessboard.
A game for two players,
Wilson noted.
Buffalo flannel,
Edison suggested. Stokes noted that Edison traced an hourglass figure through the tattoo on his arm, five dots arranged like the face of a die, and alchemical quincunx. The beast of the American plains. We slaughtered them in the millions while crossing this fair nation. You could see the pile of skulls along the rails, like some...what are those mass sacrifices called? Hecatombs? Left in pyramids like the victims of the Khans, charred or sun-bleached bones, all black and white.
The North Atlantic has taken many such sacrifices lately,
said Wilson. "Think of the Titanic, and the Bremen[19]."
Edison then let out a grumpy grunt and said it was just word association at this point.
Stokes asked if he could turn off the radio. Edison said yes, he hadn't noticed that he left the radio on. Stokes noted that the detuned radio sounded sinister, like someone whispering in a crackling voice. Just as he turned the radio off, he heard something like a whale-song come through. Wilson yelped for them to turn it back on. Stoughton simply stood in silence, watching Edison struggle to understand the noise, ducking towards the speaker. Edison met his gaze, and asked what interested him.
Maybe it's a sanatorium patient,
Stoughton suggested. That doctor flannel – they also call it medicated flannel. Doctors prescribe it to people in sick wards, for patients with the chills. Turns out that the dyes were made of poison-sumac, and through that chemical treatment, soothed the skin and calmed the chest. Maybe you saw the ghost of a dying man. Or a madman.
He had an ax,
countered Edison.
Then hope it wasn't a madman,
said Stoughton.
Perhaps it was a bit of suggestion, same as the Griffin,
forwarded Stokes. "There is a fire ax in an emergency case onthe bow-wall of the cabin. You must have seen it every day, and simply never thought much
of it. But still, a weapon, even in the capacity of a tool, could cause some anxiety to the dreaming mind."
Psychology is rubbish,
said Wilson. It's a ghost.
Edison laughed, sharply snorted, and said he had to oversee the night's visibility experiments, involving exploration of the ionosphere via radio, a method to draw nitrogen out of the atmosphere, and the fitting of Elmer Ambrose Sperry, Sr.'s new arc lamp technology. He looked at the ax on the wall, acknowledged it with a 'huh,' and said he still had a bad feeling about that thing.
Pouring over the recent dispatches from Ernest Rutherford and speaking with a physicist with an interest in esoteric Christianity, Stokes records the parallels between the hydrogen atom and the City of New Jerusalem in Revelation 21:15-21: The velocity of the electron in the ground state orbit of hydrogen is 2,200 kilometers per second – 2,200 kilometers is the length, width, and breadth of the cubic city, rendered from the original 12,000 stadia. The walls were 144 cubits, or 65 meters, thick. The measured magnetic moment of hydrogen in its first excited state is μH2=(0.88291±0.0007)μN [here, the nuclear magneton], the latter value which is equal to the ratio between the center point and the outer wall's dimensions; also an analogue with the reduced radius discovered by Niels Bohr in 1913, the distance of the electron of a hydrogen atom to its nucleus. Spuriously, and this is where Stokes starts to waffle in his interest, Rutherford predicted that a third, unstable isotope of hydrogen exists, with a half-life of twelve years. An elemental interpretation would be a far-fetched notion if the bulk of the passage was not focused on a precise description of twelve precious stones, an alchemical symbol of a gold so purified that it resembled glass, and the famous notion of the pearly gates.
That is, the gates of New Jerusalem are of a 'single' pearl, a shelled grain resembling the atomic model.
Stokes wondered what compelled the modern rise in attempts to build this Zion, from true Zionism, to the Mormons in Utah, to the Walla Walla Christ, to the Bedwardism of Kingston, Jamaica, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and British Israelism. Wilson's statement on the nature of places had struck