The Adventures Of Dane Parliament

By Rocco Scibetta

In the enigmatic world crafted by Rocco Scibetta, the protagonist, Dane Parliament, is not your typical architectural salvage collector. Possessing super-sensitive powers, Dane can channel spirits and demons entrapped in a dimensional exile. When an underworld conspiracy emerges, threatening to unleash demons from dreams into the real world thro

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rocco Scibetta
• Release date: Feb 9, 2024
• ISBN: 9798869173317

Rocco Scibetta

Rocco Scibetta is a contemporary artist, author, and fine arts, enthusiast. His other works include the humourous satire APPLES FROM THE GARDEN OF EDEN, and REVERSAL a modern romance. THE LOVE-LETTERS OF LYDIA SWANGARDEN is a tele-psychic drama. Rocco resides in New Jersey where he enjoys exploring the rich culture of urban surrealism.

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SEVEN ATE NINE

Chapter One

Part 1

These little shops appear from nowhere along scenic winding roads. In a lilt of fuzzy dissemblance, you see them from the corner of your eye, but then they dissipate just as quickly through your rear-view mirror as easily as morning fog rolling off the road folding behind you. As I pass the sturdy constructs of brick and mortar the doubt always calls to me, should I stop in and have a look, or will it be the same old thing; a mom-and-pop antique shop where Mom discovers the artifact and Pop cleans it up for sale to a tourist passing through on the way to a Hollywood bungalow.

It was not until I set foot upon the place that I became charmed by the structure that haunted that hallowed ground. There, on its indigenous soil, I became obsessed.

My modest studies have only brought me to a cold analysis of the dry Indian history; by Indian, I Mean to be clear, (the Thiruvananthapuram and Travancore of Victorian-era India, not Native American), notwithstanding, all the monotonous jargon of historic historical detail that came before, and still insidiously remains in me laced with a spice of romantic fiction I cannot overcome.

The Hollywood bungalow was sprawled before me on this dusty, deserted beach road, just as I had envisioned it in my dreams. I had never been to this clear place; however, I felt the sense of divine calm hominess as a journeyman before the gates of Mecca.

They were three structures, spaced with due diligence, in size, width, and distance away from each other to ensure an adequate measure of privacy. At one time there were probably more, a whole community I would venture to guess. However, the speculation of real estate values and the fickle trends of American lifestyles brought along with it the desire to sell off some of the properties to make room for more enterprising development.

Time has taken a toll on the property; the skeleton frames of Fords and Chryslers freckle the flanked grids and circuitous yards. From the looks of the dusty hamlet, no developer was in an immediate rush to put up a mall or fast-food franchise in the middle of nowhere.

And so, you have it, a postcard remnant from a Jersey Shore guy, who once longed for an endless summer.

The once cozy retreat was affordable enough for an upcoming star of the golden age of movies to take refuge or a millionaire playboy that might entertain a promising actress with stars in her eyes; those were my images growing up, the idealistic symbol that clouded my mind as a boy, coming of age in Postwar America. The Cali Redhead; the beach, the car, the unending summer. But it was a century or so before all that in another life and time, the daughters of a Victorian episode haunted these archetypes... No doubt no doubt.

A brief history of the Bungalow might be fun to explore.

A bungalow is a house form, a rudimentary Bangla (meaning 'belonging to Bengal’), a peasant shelter—a single-story mud pavilion with a curved thatched roof and verandas on all sides with large windows to flush air in the humid climes of the Bengali floodplains. So, the East India Company exported for the British Empire.

It eventually transformed into a shaker-style, cottage-core motel on the outskirts of a gorgeous beach town in Hollywood. Another line of evolution for bungalows called for the single-storied detached country house popularized in England by the 19th century developed the emerging middle-class leisure retreat idea to formulate his interpretation of the bungalow. the bungalows of 19th-century modern suburbanites were often second homes, a pleasurable exotic retreat adapted in form and style by the Arts and Crafts architects (a movement that originated late in the 19th century in Britain and sought to revive traditional handicrafts and architecture, in response to the industrial mass production) of the time.

Both versions have in common that a bungalow was your post-war dream house by the sea, a place where movie stars might luxuriate between sets and relax, away from the hustle and bustle of directors and fans.

An 18th-century rendition from a magazine article I perused, describes it as; a bungalow, a single-story, raised from the ground by two to three feet, having a central room for eating and as a sitting room, and ones at the corners for sleeping; and as having one common thatched roof that descends on to all sides and ‘verandas’ and open ‘porches’ with verandas on the sides sometimes converted to whole rooms. The mysterious and enchanting bungalow has widened its girth of intrigue over time and tenure.

I am always lured by the turquoise paint job, panel drapes with Hawaiian motifs; and rose-colored depression glassware on a Bamboo or wicker serving tray, straight out of a detective movie, post-war California. We had nothing like that in New Jersey. People moved to L.A. To become an actor, the most any thespian from Jersey could hope for was to escape from New Jersey. Madness followed closely; the noir, the celluloid thug rap, presented nicely with Asian eyes and a Veronica Lake hairdo, Raymond Chandler with a busted nose; William Powell and Myrna Loy playing with a dog; it only made for a more fetching ambiance… no pun intended- (a reference to fetching I mean) … I settled on architectural salvage for a career because my talent was investigating haunted houses.

Most detectives in the normal sense hunt for darkness in the souls of men. I find it in objects D’ possessed. There is no art to what I do, it is real and there right in front of you. The only difference between you and me is that I detect it; a sensitivity to it as paranormal forensic psychologists call it. Most people, almost everyone, feel it also, however, they lack the ability to see or identify be it a presence in a room, or a feeling one gets when viewing a handcraft or a work of art for instance. It is not always correlative objective as the brainchildren who explain art would have you believe; sometimes it is plain old spiritually impacted phantom birth.

Let me explain; the ghosts in my discoveries are always representational, already seen, ready-made, as Duchamp might describe the design of an everyday object. Their images are purloined, confiscated; always stolen. That is why I compare myself to a detective; appropriated is a good word. No doubt, no doubt.

The original cannot be located in their work (the clever demons I mean). It is always deferred. Even the self, who has shown itself in one dimension or another to have generated the original archetype at some point will reveal itself to be a copy. They are made into the image of a higher one, who is not of their (Astro-plane), but of another dimension kept secret from us, and them as well.

Here is a brief introduction to the phantom's existence and their cool little Astro-world.

A) The objects perceived to be spiritually impacted. - a cult of originality exists in these modern goblins. They are in the realm of noir performance art.

B) They are a creation of a modern framework in a sense that just as conceptual art exists outside the rational perception of reality, the supernatural entities I am speaking of function outside the normal phenomena of the everyday quotidian. They force us to contemplate what the spirit world wants from us through distinctiveness. A rose is a rose, but what draws you to [it], and not to cauliflower for instance is that you are swayed in some way; seduced one might say. Why is a mistake a portal to discovery; what led you there; Déjà vu; really?

The feeling perhaps that one has lived through the present situation or experience before. This is a French phrase that translates as already seen. Freud claims there are no coincidences, he is on to something; he has dismissed the idea of phantom birth and so much of spirituality altogether that Jung might be getting warmer. Much more deep revelatory insight must be given to the world from which they come.

But, for my interests, the spirits I encounter in my daily life are closer to us than we are to them. Many are ugly, however, and scary as hell itself. I have been driven to the brink of insanity a few times in my life. And it is for this reason I live alone. A cloistered life, away from anyone I might seriously derange with this knowledge. I could never fall in love, and I could never tell the whole truth, nothing but the truth… it would damage the innocent.

Many of these phantoms I refer to as a hybrid and a stylishly mixed group of emotions; supernatural telepathic prompts indebted by the resemblance to their predecessors. They are made in the image of their creator, and that creator is sometimes the human mind. Those are the more neurotic blends, the ones you can see. The invisible ones are shapeless and invisible to the human eye, much darker, and many times more mischievous.

C) These spirits (the ones occupying objects), respond to code jumping from one to another. Not a language so to speak, but manifest hybridity- a promiscuous adaptation of life. A variety of changing juxtaposed orders; like in life, we, entangled in our system of reality might according to the rules of gravity fall down the stairs, the entangled spirit, however, could fall up the stairs just as easily. You see this reversal of para-psychics happening all the time, it is quite normal in the paranormal phenomena of poltergeists, demon possession, and other associated experiences.

Deja Vu is something that I have been experiencing repeatedly since I was a child. Though it’s not constant, it is frequent. Sometimes it is uncannily surreal. I don’t know the precise reason behind it but after a bit of research, I could conclude that the prime source of Deja Vu is dreams. People who have a lot of dreams are the ones who often experience Deja Vu. Sometimes we dream of certain situations/scenarios and forget about them, and then one fine day that exact situation/scenario crops up, giving us a Deja Vu feeling because we have already seen that in a dream that we cannot recollect.

Well, that little theory explains nothing.

Dreams have been around in the form of angels and demons for as long as our brains could channel them. The primitive,(aboriginal) mind of our long-ago ancestors is thought to have killed rivals from neighboring tribes for no rational reason whatsoever- a complete and utter shock and surprise to the victim and town folk. Only later through the confession of the attacker, we learn he felt threatened in a dream by the victim; that is, in his nightmare the victim set upon him threatening him in some frightful manner. Upon awakening, the only recourse for the perpetrator was to destroy his imagined enemy before the enemy destroys him.

Biblical episodes have taken it further than that. With doctrines and dogma of Christ’s and anti-Christ’s along with Buddha and magik animals sprung from trees; conceived and born of immaculate seed.

In every legend, there is some truth no matter how far-fetched. We are so unfamiliar with the dimension from which they sprang.

Here, in modern times technology is tapping in.

I am referring to a headline in local news that I read recently that piqued my interest. A scientist and brilliant research technician, Professor Ivan Pipe, explained a theory that I have understood intuitively for much of my adult life. The fact that it has become mainstream in a local tabloid that prides itself on facts and cutting edge news of the day, triggered awareness in me that we are approaching the dawn of a newly discovered spiritual epoch.

I piece patterns together, that is part of what I do. The following is what is blowing my mind this morning.

It was a brief essay and illustration presented by Dr. Pipe on breaking ground in technological research concerning dreams and their interpretation of them by merging science, psychology, and artificial intelligence.

The page displayed a cartoon hand-drawn by Professor Pipe:

A crude stick figure drawing is lying on a couch. in front of him is a computer set on a table. On the computer screen is the image of a bowl filled to the brim with perfectly illustrated spinach. The character states.

Oh spinach, I am just feeling really low.

The spinach responds.

I can send an Email.

The character’s eyes light up with surprise, then responds.

Oh crap, for real?

The unenlightened reader with a status quo attention span and a fixed stable place in their earthly environment does not get it. They fail to see the humor and scroll past scientific content, regarding it as too tedious, an intellectual speed bump, slowing them down on their way through the self-indulgent flimflam of distracting practices that make up a delusional human day.

Professor Pipe’s little cartoon, however, is code. This refers to a new branch of communique exploitation being worked out in underground circles. High technology cult-like practices appear to be infiltrating and manipulating our daily habits through the practice of magik and ancient coveted mystic rituals. Groups like Science in the Service of Conviction or The Society for Ziggurat Research, have formed daisy chains with a handful of agnostic academics claiming to reinvigorate the once-powerful dark entities of thaumaturgy. They borrow from a gallimaufry of sources such as kabbalah numerology to the Golden Dawn rituals of Alister Crowley; reaching as far back as the Ars Notoria and the keys of Solomon.

Employing the speed and detachment of modern-day algorithms technology nefarious researchers can easily unravel the complex numerology of ancient codices. Adapting it into audio-video games and other hypnotic media. Technology can connect the dots more easily than ever before, expanding across Psychic time and space. Thus, spreading messages and invocations to school rooms and street-level corruption impose an entire impact. That is a beginning, a surface level.

This has to do with a conspiracy erupting over clandestine micro-chip experiments being covertly conducted throughout the world in secret labs. Truly, the stuff that Sci-Fi novels were once made of, but right here nonetheless, in black and white print of my archaic newspaper; The L.A. Mirror.

The function of the microchip is thus:

Verbatim from Doctor Pipe.

It is proposed that when a person engages in sleep they dream. The (Media-chip) as we call it, communicates with the subconscious during the active levels of sleep. In much the same way our conscious mind interacts with a computer screen when we are awake. It is a consciousness, consciousness, and technology exchange of information. Subconscious dream language and digital data waltz in a kind of dream-state consciousness. The information that takes place is stored in an outside data bank (your computer), this information can be instantly processed and sent to your email in the form of a message that in turn allows you to virtually talk to yourself about the internal processes and route of your subconscious thoughts during sleep. Most people forget their dreams upon awakening and sometimes valuable subliminal information is lost. The intent is that this could help advance psychotherapy analysis leading to more healthy minds or helping you recall your dream. Most people would like to remember their dreams; (especially the wet ones- my ad-lib, not the good doctors.)

The problem that occurs, states Professor Pipe, is that a subconscious dream state does not operate on the same level playing field as a conscious or fully cognizant one. It relies on desires, wishes fulfillment, and primal drives. The implications here are unfathomable. It could bypass defensive filtration systems.

Cyber rituals pose as many challenges as they do possibilities. We might be on the brink of creating a modern-day Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Scenario."

Professor Ivan Pipe/ Daily Rag Journal, Milton Hughes.

This Professor Ivan pipe is interesting. He could be legit, or a publicity hound for all I know. However, there are much more serious issues at stake. Some of which could be over the heads of world intelligence and the person on the street as well. In the world of the occult to which I dip my beak, we may be dabbling into a Jekyll and Hyde scenario indeed.

An interesting bit of Rag copy; kept simple for the masses, I must say so- no doubt, no doubt... However, I know much better myself, having investigated the Ars Notaria, studied the Liber Jurantus, and become familiar with angels and saints. but what concerns me and what I have an issue with, is a plague I see brewing over our space, I have been dwelling on this issue for a long while.… Intuitively speaking.

Humankind has known and suppressed the notion of demon possession and written it off as a form of schizophrenia or chemical imbalance. The church never talks about it but at the same time has a staff of specially gifted personnel on hand to deal with confirmed cases.

With, however, for my interests, the spirits I encounter in my daily life are closer to us than we are to them. Some are ugly and scary as hell itself. I have been brought to the brink of insanity a few