Lovecraft Enigma at Red Hook

By Ed Ondako

In Red Hook, Brooklyn, Gerald Johnson a practitioner of ancient Egyptian religion makes contact with something non-human, unknowable and incomprehensible. Around him, things stir in the neighborhood due to crime and racism while residents start experiencing terror on an unfathomable level. Racist and homophobic cop Malone instigates matters that lead to riots. Immigrants and one trans woman who just wants to be left alone have to deal with prejudice in the midst of this. Meanwhile, unknown visitors from our possible future must do what they can to prevent a descendant of Nephren-Ka, an ancient evil from being consumed by darkness, a darkness that will be responsible for an Outer God to end all life. This story plays off the racism in Lovecraft’s book Horror at Red Hook, by flipping it on its head where the immigrants are the protagonists and Malone, a possible descendant or not of Detective Malone of Lovecraft’s book is the antagonist.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Nov 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9781794783027

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Chapter 1

Soul Snatcher

The funeral was sweet sorrow, for in those moments of raw pain, when it feels as if one screams in silent anguish, there are the memories of the good times that come as blossoming spring meadow. For some, death is but a transition from one place to the next, and to some, the ending of life.

Gerald Johnson was attending his mother’s funeral. Ella Johnson, who just passed away, was 89 years of age. Gerald, 20 years of age was adopted by Ella and Roger.

People were standing around observing the corpse that lay in the coffin. Unknown by most, a remnant of what’s left of her still remained in the corpse. She has reached the state of no experience; complete unconsciousness what in Buddhism would be called the first Bardo. Now Ella found herself climbing out of layers of dreams and soon found herself observing her own funeral. The last thing she remembered was lying on her death bed.

Ella was startled by a voice, when she turned to look she saw a 9 foot tall shrouded man holding a sphere.

Before she could speak, if that was even possible what was left of her was absorbed into the sphere. The shrouded man instantly left the scene and teleported into a portal.

Shortly on another distant planet, two individuals stood inside of a room filled with thousands of pods. Inside the pods were robots that were plugged into a digital framework that is a simulation of life. The two conversed in their native language that would be akin to Enochian. 

I see that you have collected another one Azrael, said the white haired man in white tunic. He saw the shrouded man holding an organic/half-mechanized sphere that was glowing.

Yes, Michael. I do as he asks, Azrael stated. Do you know why he collects these?

I do not question what he wants, and neither should you, Michael made clear.

Right, Azrael agreed.  Michael nodded and wings sprouted out of Azrael’s back and then he levitated and flew to one of the pods. The pod opened and Azrael open the top of the robot’s head and placed the receptacle orb inside it. The lid of the robot closed as well as the pod.

Ella soon found herself standing outside her old cottage that she grew up in. The happy memory unfolds as the pages of a beloved childhood storybook. A happy memory comes as a welcome stranger through the door, suddenly present and lighting up the room with a smile.

She looked and saw it was Roger.

Roger, it’s you, she greeted in excitement.

Hey there, do I know you? he responded back.

It’s me Ella, don’t you remember? I am your wife.

My wife? I have never seen you before, but you are gorgeous and I would like to get to know you, Roger said.

The little bit of consciousness left in Ella’s corpse was transferred into the high tech alien sphere and placed into the robot. The robot was plugged into the digital framework to allow her and thousands of others to experience a simulation of the lives each individual wished. Each individual experiences their own Disneyland. Ella for example was experiencing her Ellaland, Roger would be experiencing his own Rogerland. While each individual was having their own simulation of their dream world, all the thousands plugged into the framework were sharing one platform for the sole purpose of worshipping the ruler of Angelic Empire. The Angelic Empire is a galactic government established by Yahweh and his angels, a technologically advanced transhuman cyborg race originating from the planet Hoova. In the center of the platform was a Garden, which was Yahweh’s Throne Room.

The planet Hoova exists on the other side of a black hole which is a portal to another universe.

On the other side of the black hole from the planet Hoova, in the Milky Way galaxy on the planet earth takes place at Red Hook near Brooklyn. If you want to see the real effects of the money-nexus, of the harm stress does to the body, brain, society and the environment... welcome to the Red Hook Projects. The Subsidized housing was only part of the inner city. The high vaulted ceilings of the subways and bridges that allowed the belching cars to flow over the waterways, was a broken mess that many residents were in.  Graffiti was the rhythm that was inborn, art that can be expressed as crumpled rainbows upon the walls. The decadence of drug dealers stood on every corner like what they did was legal. It didn’t even matter that police patrolled the area after a school principal was murdered walking in a crossfire many years ago. Gerald lived in one the subsidized housing building in a one bedroom apartment.

Gerald Johnson was at home dressed in Egyptian garb; his bedroom was his chamber that looked like an Egyptian museum. It had miniature statues, an altar and on the wall, the winged orb. It was totally different than the exterior of the buildings in the inner city.

It was at sunrise the day after the funeral. In his left hand he held an ankh. His right palm slightly faced the ankh and forward. He was practicing a ritual called The Opening of the Way.

Facing east.

Annnnnnkh, he chanted three times.  "Antech Hrak Nebthet.

Anuk Nebthet, he continued. Anetch Hrak Hapi

Anuk Hapi. Gerald then turned facing the south as he said Dua NTR"

Facing south

"Antech Hrak Serket

Anuk Serket

Anetch Hrak Qebsenuf

Anuk Qebsenuf, he evoked. Again he turned as he said Dua NTR." He was now facing west.

Facing west

"Anetch Hrak Auset

Anuk Auset

Anetch Hrak Amset

Anuk Amset," the evocation continued. Gerald could feel the energy rising in his chamber. He then faced the north as he evoked Dua NTR.

Facing the north

"Anetch Hrak Nit

Anuk Nit

Anetch Hrak Duamutef

Anuk Duamutef. He turned back to the east as he said, Dua NTR."

Facing east

"Anetch Hrak Nut

Anuk Nut

Anetch Hrak Geb

Anuk Geb" still facing the east, he evoked Dua NTR as he crossed his hands across his chest.

"Anetch Hrak Shu

Anuk Shu," Gerald evoked. He then turned to each direction clockwise as he dropped his palms down facing up. At each direction he chanted Shu as he dropped his arms each time, palms still facing up. Once facing the east again, he crossed his hands over his chest.

"Anetch Hrak Tefnut

Anuk Tefnut," he evoked. This time he turned counterclockwise and chanted Tefnut each time the same way he did Shu. He crossed his hands again over his chest as he faced the east.

"Anetch Hrak Paut Ntru

Anuk Paut Netru

Anetch Hrak Nebo Ntru

Anuk Nebo Ntru, Dua NTR," Gerald ends the evocation by chanting Ankh again and then ending with Dua NTR.

The purpose of this ritual was to acknowledge the divine nature of humanity. The ceremony connects important internal organs to the divine characters and the cardinal points. The Opening of the Way is based on Ancient Egypt also called Kemet, created by Priest Heru Ankh Ra Semajh Se Ptah.

The names of the gods evoked were the original names before the Greeks changed them to the names most are familiar with now. The Greeks were present in Egypt at least the 7th century. According to Herodotus, who visited Egypt in the 5th century claimed the Greeks were one of the first groups of foreigners that ever lived there.

The gods are personifications of different aspects of our self.

The word alchemy has its roots in the word Kemet. Kemet means Black Land. It was derived from the color of the rich and fertile black soil which was due to the annually occurring Nile inundation.

Blackness in the alchemical sense means putrefaction, decomposition. By the penetration of the external fire, the inner fire is activated and the matter starts to putrefy. The color symbolizes our connection with hidden wisdom. It has nothing to do with skin color as some followers of the Kemetic teachings wishes. Some try to say this is proof that all the people of Egypt was black, the truth is the word black wasn’t associated with people during that time period, not until slavery.

Gerald accepts that even though he was very dark skin. His skin was so dark that at night, all one could see were teeth and eyes. He struggled to fit in anywhere because of this. He was bullied due to being very dark. The people who bullied him wasn’t people of European heritage, they were other African Americans.  They would call him names such as Darkness, Midnight and make jokes that he would turn invisible when the lights went out, or when he walked in the room, comments would be made such as Who turned out the lights.

Many of the young black youth would give color names between their race, referring to light, and medium, high yellow to chocolate and associate stereotypes associated with those tones. While white youth would do the same with pale white and red heads with freckles, black youth did the same with darker skin blacks.

Gerald grew up feeling alienated and felt some shame for being so dark.  He grew up going to the Calvary Baptist Church of Red Hook in the Red Hook Projects. Even being raised as a Christian he didn’t feel like he fit in anywhere. He felt shame for being a sinner and being too black.

When he read The Sirius Connection: Unlocking the Secrets of Ancient Egypt by Murry Hope and The Pleiadian Mission: A Time of Awareness by Randolph Winters. The first book presents the hypothesis that the Dogon people of Mali, in West Africa, preserve a tradition of contact with intelligent extraterrestrial beings from the Sirius star system and the second book mentioned have mentioned about an ancient very highly developed black race. They were described as extremely dark skinned. This made Gerald accepts himself more whether it was true or not. He knows most likely that Egypt was inhabited by brown skinned people very much like Arabic and Greek, though it’s possible that there were also a few people there that looked like him. He still felt connected to Egypt and it resonated with him, unlike the religion he was raised as.

In another part of the projects, a young man named Cornell Russell was fighting a guy named Howie in the hallway. Cornell also known as K-boy pulled out a shotgun and killed Howie leaving his slumped body in the hallway of the building. K-boy walked away from the building.

Cornell Russell was a violent gang member and homicidal psychopath, noted for being merciless.  He felt that Howie disrespected him by trying to steal his girlfriend. He has killed people for being a snitch, killed many for trying to get in his way. Murdered a handful of people for coming up short with his money and at least 5 innocent people were killed as collateral damage of his gunfights.

Cornell was born on 3/15/1998, to Jerome and Rochelle Russell. His mother Rochelle, called Chelle for short is the current runner of a drug organization while her husband Jerome was in prison for 25 years. Eleven years ago Jerome was arrested for murder and gang affiliation.

Being a gangster was the only thing that Cornell ever done, it’s the only life he knew. Being a gangster was a perilous and dead end to nowhere.  He didn’t think it was fair that breaks that came to others never came to him.

The police was after him. They finally got a description that he was involved in a drive by shooting yesterday that caused the death of a five year old girl. His justification was that she was at the wrong place at the wrong time and that a bullet doesn’t have a name written on it. Cornell considered himself proud to be a black man, and ironic was that all his victims were black. And now of the police who just shot Cornell in the back was a police officer who was an African American. 

Cornell Russell aka K-boy’s body lied slumped on the ground. He was a scared little man who knew he was about