Chapter 60 – Mictlantecuhtli – my thoughts

28 11 2008


So, I’m assuming everyone heard about the latest body that was found with an “m” on his head on Tuesday? That one wasn’t far from here at all.

In the letter that was in the news, it said that the victims had been claimed by Mictlantecuhtli, “the god of death”, which is why everyone thinks the murders were committed by some kind of cult.

I’ve done a bit of research into that name. Mictlantecuhtli, Lord of Mictlan. He was the Aztec god who ruled over the depths of the underworld, where the bones of the dead lay. He was a skeletal figure with huge, wide eyes, and was often depicted as bloodstained or wearing a necklace of eyeballs. Charming, no?

His wife was Mictecacihuatl, the skull-faced Lady of the Dead. He was associated with owls, spiders, bats and dogs (dogs accompanied souls to the underworld).

The letter in the papers claims that Mictlantecuhtli is a benevolent god, but the stories I’ve been reading make him sound vindictive and malicious. He was worshipped largely out of fear, and the Aztecs would offer human sacrifices to keep him happy. Granted, the Aztecs seem to have been fond of human sacrifices, but all the same, he doesn’t seem to have been a very nice guy.

Interesting though that was, it doesn’t tell us anything about who is committing the murders. Clearly not someone who is mentally stable. Nobody in their right mind believes that an actual god is claiming these people. Even if I was remotely religious, which I’m not, the murders showed obvious signs of being committed by a human. The culprit or culprits obviously made an effort to cover their tracks, but they can’t hide the fact that the victims died of strangulation and stabbing, for example. And I somehow doubt that a god would use a marker pen.

I guess the most likely explanation is that the murders are being committed by a cult, or maybe one fanatic. Perhaps the murders are actually sacrifices, and the “m” on their foreheads is a signal to Mictlantecuhtli? But that doesn’t explain the letter. If you’re going to engage in cult rituals, why risk blowing your cover by sending a letter to the press and telling the world what you’re up to? It seems more like an egotistical gesture than anything.

This whole thing really bothers me. I mean, is it safe to even leave the house? Who knows what kind of nutters are out there? As it is, I never really did much socially in the evenings, but now every time I even go outside I’m scared, like some psycho could be waiting around every corner with a knife and a marker pen.


Chapter 38 – Term One Ends

22 10 2008


We’re nearing the end of my first term as a sixth former. A lot has happened in these past couple of months, hasn’t it? Just thinking about it. I’ve become an A-level student, obviously. I’ve taken up the guitar, too. There’s been a fire at school (it was only a small one), not to mention, I’ve fought off a burglar with a baseball bat (well, sorta)…

And yet, somehow, I don’t feel like I’ve really done anything so far this school year. I’ve got so much homework I was supposed to have done by the end of the term, and that’s this Friday!

It’s weird, but when I was younger, every school term seemed to go on forever. Now they fly past.

I guess it’s like history. If the same thing repeats itself enough times, you get so used to it that it doesn’t surprise you any more. We seldom notice the history unfolding around us, because it’s been the same old story for centuries. When you’ve had enough weeks of school, you don’t really notice them, either.

I’m really looking forward to the autumn break, when I’ll have some time off. Even though I’m sure they’ll expect me to carry on doing coursework all week. Teachers are like that.

Chapter 17 – Back at School

3 09 2008


So, I’m back at school. And so far? It’s been OK.

I mean, it’s a bit different from before. I only have to study four subjects, which is nothing compared to the ten or so I used to have to learn. Better still, we get a bunch of lessons off. I know that’s so we can do all the extra studying we’re supposed to be doing, but it’s still time off lessons, and it’s very welcome.

Today it definitely felt like summer was coming to an end. It’s been grey skied and drizzly, and by now we’re done with all our introductory lessons, which means we’re sinking back into the monotony of the new school term.

We’re studying Mary Shelley’s “Frankenstein” in English. Should be interesting. I saw the recent movie adaptation, and thought it was OK, though I think the book is supposed to be a bit different.

I’ll be looking at the defeat of the Spanish Armada in history, which is always a fun topic. Typical English – we have one lucky victory back in the 1500s and we still haven’t stopped feeling smug about it!

One downside is that I don’t know many of the other people in my classes very well. For example, Hans is doing English, too, but he’s not in my English class. Oh well, I’m sure everyone will be great once I get to know them.

So yeah. I’m not exactly happy, but it’s all been painless.

Chapter 8 – Flight 19

15 08 2008


On December 5th, 1945, the NAS Fort Lauderdale US naval Flight 19 vanished completely, airmen and all, when passing over the Bermuda Triangle. To this day, nobody knows what happened to them. They did conduct a lengthy search, but they found nothing, and one of the seaplanes involved in the search exploded in mid air. Flight 19 remains lost to this very day.

Don’t you just hate it when you lose something? And you spend ages searching for it and you can’t find it anywhere? I hate that. People always say, ‘It’ll turn up,’ and it usually does eventually, but in the mean time, you have no idea where it is. And isn’t it weird how it always turns up somewhere totally ordinary, even though you looked everywhere you could possibly think of?

Why am I talking about losing things? Mum lost her wristwatch this morning, so we’ve all been frantically searching all over the house, trying to find it. OK, so a watch is a much less crucial thing to lose than a bunch of planes, but it was equally baffling. Then it turned out it was on the windowsill the whole time. A happy ending, perhaps, but man, did everyone feel stupid!

But then there are times when you never do find whatever it was you lost. It’s totally baffling when that happens. You find yourself wondering, where did it go? What could have happened to it?

That’s happened to my homework before. Try explaining that to your English teacher.

Chapter 5 – I am Johnny’s first blog.

8 08 2008


Hi, everybody! I figured it was time I made my own blog, you know to record my life, and stuff, for, you know, prosperity. Is that the word?

Where to start? Maybe I should start by telling you a bit about me. My name is Johnny. I’m 16 years old and I live in Hercynia. I’m a bit of a geek.

Hmm… To be honest, I really haven’t planned this post out at all. What should I talk about? My life? Nah, not very interesting. Plans for the future? Haven’t got any. Gloating about how many hits this blog is going to get?

I decided that for now I’d do something a little less narcissistic – I’m saving my narcissism for future posts. So I decided to talk to you about… History!

I know what you’re thinking. History is boring, right? Wrong.

Take Machiavelli’s “Il Principe”. People always associate Machiavelli with doing what you like to further your own goals, but actually many scholars think the book was satirical. In any case, Machiavellian basically means achieving your goals through unscrupulous means. Which naturally is a bad, selfish thing to do. But what if your goals are good?

To give an example of a real life “Machiavellian”, take Armand Jean du Plessis, better known as Cardinal Richelieu, or as I like to call him, AJ Rich. Advisor to Louis XIII of France, incredibly ill, incredibly cold hearted and a total genius. He once said ‘I have no enemies except the enemies of the state.’ He disliked war, yet he deliberately prolonged the Thirty Years War, involving France as little as possible, just to strengthen France. They called it “raison d’etat”.

I know, he sounds like a horrible person. He probably was. Everyone was scared of him. But the idea is interesting, don’t you think? Can you do bad things for the greater good? You know, it’s kind of noble in its own way.

Like lying to protect a friend. Or stealing to feed your family. Or even like Robin Hood. Can stealing be for the greater good?

I’m rambling, sorry. I really didn’t have anything planned out for this post, so I thought I’d get philosophical. Hope that wasn’t too boring or anything.

Anyway, I’ll be back later once I’ve come up with some decent ideas for blog posts. See you around!

What a geeky thing to say. So, um, yeah, thanks for reading, and stuff.