BWE wrote:Damn.
The Demon of Sax
As far as I can remember I just got off a four day blackout drunk and came home to find my family huddled in a bedroom with a rattling space heater keeping them alive in a two day stretch of 35 degree below Fahrenheit weather. I couldn't figure out why all my wife's plants had keeled over and frozen to the living room floor. House was covered in soot; the furnace blew up on the first day of my vacation. The wall between living room and kitchen was completely destroyed and laying in a pile between the rooms. This was the result of my wife and I doing speed one night and deciding that 2:00 am was a real good time to remodel our home.
My wife was angry. Damned women! She left the day after I did some strange new drug (biphetamine) which set off a two week long period of chronic panic attacks. So the shrink gave me Valium and I slept on the couch in the soot, wearing winter gear for a week. My friends tried to get me up and communicate but I was unresponsive except for glares and threats.
Minnesota's hunting season began. They bodily picked me up and threw me in a truck and hauled me to the Sax Swamps of the North Country. They had had enough of my shit. We awaited hunting season which began in the morning at 6am by taking a bunch of acid and drinking whiskey mixed with KoolAid. Really fucking bad shit that was. The next morning we loaded high powered rifles, donned bunny boots and other winter gear and headed off into the swamp to kill some Bambi.
So. All that just to convince you that I was quite clear-headed and ready for a real epiphany on my road to enlightenment.
The Sax swamps are now broken by a few highways and dirt roads and it's between Duluth and Virginia on the Iron Range. It's the beginning of a hundred mile bog which is said to have taken every life that attempted a crossing. The trees floated around you as you walked on the bog. Very eerie. It was a thick gray and foggy day. About 25 below zero. We all split up and met later that day. Each of us had an experience that looked worse on our faces than if we had seen a ghost. I saw what seemed to be a ten foot tall Banshee and the rest had one thing or another that freaked them out. We were absolutely clutched with dreadful fear.
This had happened before to the father of one of the group and several other tales of dread emerged about the area.
So I explained to them that what we had here is an ancient demon that haunted this swamp. It made incredible sense to each of us.
Now I think I made a true statement. I was an atheist at the time and did not believe in spooks. Never did and never will. Yet, there is a demon out there.
Now regarding your post. It was a good amazing. It's a perspective on these myths and models that I rather like.
So we could talk about the demon. Was there Really a demon? What would it mean for a demon to be 'really'?