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Brief Talk… October 23, 2009

Filed under: Denville (rl town),Toy Avatars — baker Blinker @ 9:42 am

“Hucka D.?”

Hucka D.:

You have your Edwardston Ground Station and your Edwardston *Sky* Station now, all in one.

bb:

One in all. (smiles) I missed Edna’s photos. Now I have the great bulk of ’em back.

Hucka D.:

This *might* be the new temple. Lag is better taken care of here. Prims spread out more. Lag spread out more.

bb:

What about Chilbo?

Hucka D.”

I will answer that (non-facetiously). Chilbo was born at the Pie Hole. Pudding Hole… They camped there. The usual thing happened between 2 youths with time on their hands and privacy within the tent. Chilbo was born.

bb:

But just an idea, then.

Hucka D.:

A young woman named Alice and an older gentleman named Kerchal, then fairly sane as sanity goes. She saw him as Santa Claus.

bb:

Is Kerchal a Mossman? Gene Fade, perhaps?

Hucka D.:

As you have picked up on, Gene Fade is not Karoz’s father. A greener variety of Mossman was, as yet unnamed. He is pictured, though, in Jasper 09, next to the unopened portal. Portal between Chilbo and Crabwoo. Red and Blue-green. Parrots.

bb:

Pudding Hole seems to be a key… speaking of which: Key Rock.

Hucka D.:

Yes, good. Let’s talk about Key Rock, which may be the same as Castle Rock. Marbles were there. Again, as you’ve visualized now, marbles were alive and well in your parents house, which you also know as Bridee [but not the parents]. They were in the wall between the Living Room and the Den. Thus: Denville [because it was usually warmer]. ESG… sorry, EET was set up there. A rock was lodged inside the wall, a construction error. But in the bigger picture: no error. The marbles knew this was key. In fact, inside was a key. It was a key rock, literally. It was the key to the house itself, and colored blue. They also called the rock The Pocketbook, because that’s where a key should have been. It took them many months to dislodge the rock and many more months to open the two halves and find the key. A myth began that the key opens the rock, so hard it was to pry. A separate field of mathematics was opened and developed to address the prying loose of the rock. Another one for the opening of the rock. Many things were born from that rock for the marbles. The Marbles. First one, then another took turns locked inside the now key-less rock. It began to be called Castle Rock, for the inside was much larger than the outside. Key Rock and Castle Rock in one. Two halves of 1 thing this Key Rock was. Inside was Void. The marbles had to artificially widen the wall so that the rock would drop to the ground, but only in jumps, for they didn’t want it to fracture either.

bb:

Did they see the rock as another marble?

Hucka D.:

*Yes*. Originally they thought it was a misshapen form of themselves, and thus perhaps sentient or frozen somehow. Voodoo.

bb:

How did the marbles roll around inside this wall? Even before finding Key Rock, I mean.

Hucka D.:

Wood panels. Small extensions. Not unlike your Monkey City, really. These were wild marbles, as you know. They called the marbles you had in your room the slave marbles… tamed, domesticated. Spoiled. Unable to look out for themselves. Even forgot they were alive. The wild marbles also remembered that. Key Rock helped. They thought it might have been super-alive, even. 4th dimension. 3rd?

bb:

You say the key was blue?

Hucka D.:

Because the key was blue and opened the house

, the whole house became blue for them. They realized the association between the key and the house, although not in a total manner.

bb:

Did they know that the key opened the house itself?

Hucka D.:

I’m not sure it did, although that would be a logical assumption. Then there’s August involved.

bb:

August The Rat?

Hucka D.:

Augustus, yes. Only spoke Latin, though. Marbles didn’t understand him. He was in the kitchen a lot. Underneath the floors and in the walls and in the ceiling, I mean. Not the kitchen itself much.

bb:

Was he a mouse or a rat?

Hucka D.: [not directly answering]

He ate a marble once, so hungry he was. But he passed it intact.

bb:

Thanks for that disgusting detail. (shakes head)

Hucka D.:

You’re very welcome.

bb:

What about the second, younger group of marbles I found in the basement, Hucka D. The marbles that couldn’t have been there, yet they were.

Hucka D.:

Those were the wild ones who sacrificed their freedom to get in contact with the older, tame marbles. Big Blue Eye, Big White Solid, and so on.

bb:

Bob Underston.

Hucka D.:

Underston, yes. The most famous of the Oldies. But many marbles races and contest had dinted him, as it had all the older masters. They were put to pasture by the new, sleek and fast tamed marbles. Or so you thought they were tame. They were different. Magical.

bb:

They still remembered they were alive.

Hucka D.:

… and taught this fact to the older, damaged marbles.

bb:

They taught them this through the analogy of the Marble Race.

Hucka D.:

It was understood that there was a 3rd Life beyond this life but also a 2nd Life. The Second Life.

bb:

They were avatars (!)

Hucka D.:

Yes. They recognized they had users and made the link. They broke the programming.

bb:

You say 2 whole fields of mathematics had to be created to, first, move the rock and, second, to get it open.

Hucka D.:

And then a 3rd to make it work in the manner it was created by its own user. For they were correct: the large, misshapen rock was a marble in a sense, because it was alive like them. But it had a special role, a special kind of aliveness.

bb:

What of Key Rock in Denville?

Hucka D.:

It is a direct manifestation of this rock in your dimension. Your county is the same as your [parent’s] house, you know.

bb:

Were there, I don’t know, 2 separate groups of marbles, one involved with Key Rock of Bridee, and one of Key Rock of Denville?

Hucka D.:

The two sets of marbles were actually one set of marbles. Same users, slightly different game. Key Rock was the same between the two. Key Rock had to be opened in each case. Hole-In-Rock. Put-In-Bay. Pudding Bay.

bb:

Not understanding the Pudding Bay part, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

It was a Key Rock that was a Castle Rock. (pause)

bb:

Thank you. We better end.

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