Eidetic Experience of Sachuest

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(These
pages were included in the documents sought out by investigators searching the
attic of an original site (439 Spring Street) and then transferred to the
Newport Public Library. Excerpts of the personal Journal of F. Mobbs including
entries from April-September l934, are now preserved in the Portsmouth
Antiquarian Society holdings (East main Road, Portsmouth, R.I.) (ed. note)


"The locales about Newburyport (Newport) and Innsmouth (Portsmouth) from
the 1920's to late 40's - both barren marshes and windswept heaths with
atmosphere flavored with mists from the breakers of Narragansett River are as
described - I wandered these environs aimlessly seeking terrain of the most
isolate in search of SOMETHING from bleak February mornings into late Summer.
No clear vision of the sought for particulars presented itself - only the vague
urgings of neuronal, Boolian logics inherited from eons past and hidden
securely hinted of a state of my being completely alone - where that
expressable now only in seemingly vacuous phrases would manifest itself
substantially unfettered by visual and auditory stimuli yielding the immediacy
of distraction.

Overgrown from my microscopic motes of pilfered bios
from vernal pools and swales - Chaosian forms long sought - primitive denizens
not derived from a typical Darwinian paradigm but my primitive, Lamarckian
insights - chimeras of instinctive myth, elemental fear and rational plasticity
- above all defying cerebral interpretation.

In the intense dark, amid what seemed endless heaths I heard odd sounds, saw
dimly fantastic shapes most probably of creatures derived from the nearby rocky
coast, among people largely ignorant in interpreting the world through
unbridled imagination rather than rational thought.

As thaws brought swales and vernal pools through the rotting
snow creatures most curious made an appearance - and these I trapped by pail
from the unseen depths. Aided by the original Brehm's Aullustrites Thierleben
(Leipzig 1883) and Wood's Animate Creation (Selmar Hess, 1898) I fitted these
denizens most uncomfortably into known species...but those not to be classified
to the Batrachia, Acanthopterygii, Pseudophidia or other Greek or Roman
categories sensibly established - those religated in that huge phylum of the
unaccountable Chaos - always eluded me.

Lone treks on the Carboniferous shales
of the beaches and the barren reaches of bedrock on Sachuest Point (near the
ominous, boiling river) never yielded the promised quarry. The morphic
resonance of Grey Craig (three long shale ridges covered with tortured
vegetation bent almost to submission by the prevailing Westerlies) always drew
me there at the end my walks. On lone, February mornings I stood at the apex of
Hanging Rock (1) in a palpable quiet interrupted only by the ticks of falling
snowflakes, and waited... to no avail. Careful searches of the puddingstone
ridges did reveal a deep chasm below a sharp declivity (2) whose walls of
crumbling shale oozed fetid water in all seasons - illuminated with a yellow
green efflugence (some attributed to the rhizomorphs of Armillaria mellea)
where my senses indicated a presence unsettling in the extreme of
irrationality.

One soft, August afternoon, the amniotic air gently warmed and
thickened by the nearness of the sun and sea, I wandered - driven by power
rules and preferential connectedness - across the narrow link of nodes: the
Esplanade and Cliff Walk.Through an arch and on a narrow path and into the
essence of perfect experience I drifted in the intoxication of the senses - ahead
appeared a figure. I passed behind - no sign of recognition - yet the meeting
suffused by mingled particulars of sights and sounds to create a passing like
no other...for here the creative forces of nature were at work producing a
world transformed by a Satrean epiphany.

Later in coldly analytical moments
these ridges did yield to me varieties of known (Musci and Lichenes) forms now
preserved in the Smithsonian and Boulder Museums with annotations, "Never
seen so beautifully developed in extant records" - yet, the OTHER forms -
the presences hinted at by the figure on the Walk and the ambiance of the chasm
never lent themselves to direct observation...except at night.

On Summer
evenings the moonless sky was very black...in my cottage retreat surrounded by
a tractless expanse of low shrubs, heaths, and bogs - and my imagination, I
would wait sleeplessly as the night progressed. Then I would hear them....from
the darkness came formless rubbings against the walls, softly as from a
depth...embodied in delerious, Hodgsonian thoughts of the sodden and ravenous.
Only once I caught the labored breathings or vocalizings as gas extruded in
shuddered sighs through labyrinths of appressed, glutinous membranes. I knew
them...overgrown from my microscopic preparations...Chaosian forms long
sought.....Amygdalata.. Limbicalitorii....and Adjectivarii
insistantissimi.....other primitive forms not derived from a Darwinian paradigm
- chimeras of instinctive myth, elemental fear and rational plasticity - above
all defying cerebral interpretation. Such visitations continued many
Summers....and then they retired...

My readings extended to Borror and Ditmars,
and Lutz, and as they did the Chaosian visits coincidentally less frequent.
Much later I would go out on the last, infrequent visits they finally
made...but saw nothing. Over the years I gained University training, and the
heaths were stripped away with the advance of civilization. Strange though my
neighbors were, they never showed genetic alliance with any known reptilian,
amphibian or piscean forms as any cursory examination could reveal. My final
inference might be that the Others existed in a realm as fragile as the
Noosphere...with the advance of human populations and the accumulation of
scientific knowledge, the Others have retreated to a lonely place known only
to a youthful me and other amorfacic minds.

Rational, conscious thought serves
only the most pedestrian of enterprises...and precludes ultimate sensitivity..
Attempts at transduction of the necessary mental state to another uninitiated
mind through pedagogy are condemned to futility. The intellectual quarantine
drawn so sharply in the entropic microstates of such minds reduces all
communication to the level of gutteral murmurings. Insufficiency of words as a
means of expression and the isolation of the knowing centers unconnected to
those expressive present barriers insurmountable. Contingently, no means exist
for those communications where tints and flavors alone in the symbolisms of
equations not yet formulated are the only means of representation - allowing no
thought of the infinitesimals of spin network intention, but only the
consciousness of consciousness itself....." et cetera...


(Note: The complete document is available at the source indicated...Also, a
collection of quasifossils of vague forms have been found on the site indicated
by Mobbs. These have thus far not been classified and are in the holdings of
the field house now located on the site in question.)


(1) At the end of one ridge

(2) Filled with debris after the hurricane of 1938

"Your Old Buddy

Whizbang!!"

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