Accessory to the Fisherman on the Loose

by our roving reporter shaun grub

   Here we've all managed to escape into the fibrillating interiors within the fluctuating skein of Aurora B-time, a fractal manifestation of what we experience as ordinary realtime that remains a subvariant offshoot of the preliminary Oceanic time the electromagnetic aspects of the universe keep in bonded subatomic ratio-reversal electric equilibrium sufficiently for us to a) not only have manifested into the post-harmonic but b) lived to tell about it, something that c) 99.999% of individual beings incarnated have managed to escape from during that fraction of the Wavecrest that has yet to even begun to be considered Fallen.  

     Welcome to the minutest hair's-breadth, the most microscopic, unimaginably thin slice of the current brane of Laniakea known to have produced our thralldom, an exteriorized cross-section of the magnifie4d portion of a single cilia-strand revealing a Canyonland Kingdom curling into sight, which is the mirror-image of the Carnival Cusp reflecting the summary crawl of our species, from inception to concurrence, all the way through the constant molting and shedding of a succession of multiplicities of skins, from barest and smoothest of multicolored silks on up the roughening index of parameters which successively sprout chitinous formations resulting in the complete array of talons and horns befitting the bewitched among the squalid subjects of the Endless Forest, namely mammals and amphibians which remain among the few whose genetic programming allows a crossover-current of a certain amperage to be processed effectively enough for conducive shrines to be built in honor of the fathomless Sea that spawned them. 

       

     It's taken me this entire investigation hunting down the alleged paranormals which escaped their facilities to come around to various inescapable conclusions this wild goose chase has led me to consider.  The variant-generating aspect of the twisted trail whose scent I'm on leads me to believe the series of events which have led toward my having been alerted to even the remote possibility of these ex-convicts having escaped into the wild confines of our planet has me reconsidering the position I'm in from a whole new perspective.  And that viewpoint has warped sufficiently to form a sort of moebius-like continuum of events whose outcome appears to have seeded its inception, remarkably this configuration of impeccable logic happens to share it's variables with those selfsame quarks, atoms and electrons which make up our universe.  The realization this process engenders within the individual human mind can trigger heretofore undiscovered pathways in the brain of the recipient.  These pathways in no way shape or form alter the biological physicality of the subjects experiencing them nor the direct environment of the subject, but rather allow the subject's ratio/cortex sub-processing to reconfigure certain stability inducing protocols of the human brain which allow its consciousness to access certain electromagnetic sub-frequencies, in other words the solid nature of our direct environment gets to be temporarily bypassed in favor of a quantum induction action whose tangible results in our megahertz, if witnessed, could only be categorized under a paranormal heading. 

    The Fisherman was reputed to have been an escapee from a covert government organization's maximum security protocols.  Therefore, it can be surmised that this mysterious entity currently resides somewhere on Earth.  The city or country which harbors it at the moment remains unknown, as does the answer to the question of its whereabouts in any capacity.  For all we know, it has ensconced itself in a remote wilderness area.  The Fisherman' (called so due to his reputation as a blink dog analog remote controlled virtual puppet) said by some to be as vicious as can be and yet by others reckoned as more to be determined. Make no mistake about it, this creature possesses a sort of radar mind control ability rumored to be powered by gazing into its eyes. 

      Too many valid reports of a creature matching this description have been filed with the Organization, as of late. What's interesting to our panel of secret scouts seems to be its ability to shapeshift through a limited range of bodily contours.  Said to be accompanied by a presence of astral spirits or strange forms of radiating energy, as depicted by the enigmatic red cloaked figure to the lower right in the illustration above.