Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving.
I surely did.
Sorry, I got into the gobbling and the hob knobbing so much that I didn't have time to do a gazette this week.
Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving.
I surely did.
The Shasta Caper
by John Pirillo
They were insistent, if not else, on having their way. The invaders were tall, over seven feet tall and wore skins for clothing with sharp blades that they carried at their back and their side. They were men from the Upper Regions who had found their way through the tunnels above. They called themselves explorers, but he knew better. Their leader, Sgulf Andersen, was a tall scruffy man with a beard that threatened to drag on the ground. His eyes were a fierce blue and his lips pouty and bloated, not the sign of a man used to obliging others, but rather having his way...at any cost.
"You will let me in, or my men will hack this door to pieces, and then they'll hack you to pieces!" Sgulf had declared in his usual gruff manner.
Arian had learned their bluffs and tirades the hard way, as had many of his people. They were a simple civilization who had been granted sanctuary when the world above had been flooded horribly by the imbalances in nature created by the civilizations of that time. He was their leader. He was now over a thousand years old, and his youngest members were now nearing five hundred. They had no more children. After a time they had learned that no one grew older, and no one ever got sick. When they realized the import of that, they stopped having children.
That sounds simple enough, but it wasn't. They didn't decide to do that, they just lost the desire to procreate. There seemed no need for it, and his people never were a lust-bound peoples, as the Vikings were. They lived in harmony with the earth, much like the Indians of their time, who had once communed frequently with the Ancient Ones, who had taken them in.
The Indians, much like themselves, had found the entrance through visions and led their people, being harassed by the dark souls above from Europe and elsewhere. They had been given sanctuary, but many of the braver ones would journey back, the long and treacherous journey to the top world again to spread the news of their salvation in hopes of persuading more of their red-skinned brothers to join them in the paradise they had found.
But the Indian tribes had been soured by the intrusion of first the Spanish, then the French and the Germans and the British and began to fight amongst each other for control of what little land they still were able to hold onto.
So eventually, Arian's friends in the surrounding tribes had less and less frequently gone to the surface to befriend the lost ones above.
They called them lost ones, because even the Indians had lost their roots in the sacred Earth they used to worship and hold dear. They had lost contact with the Gods of Within in surrender to the God of without, the harsh driven economics of the nations invading the Americas.
"I will not surrender this door to your foul nature, Sgurd." He hollered through the door.
He dropped back when a heavy smashing sound echoed from it.
The Ancients had said that the door was constructed of living materials. They could not die, nor ever be broken or defiled.
He hadn't understood the technology of it, but some of his younger villagers did now, as they trained in the Higher Sciences to take their place in the enlightened society of Agharta, the nation of the Hollow Earth.
While their society dwelled mostly below what was called the "Ako-Yet ," or the Sacred Spiritual Mountain, which others called the Mountain of Shasta, or Shasta Mountain, they were not disconnected from Agharta.
Arian, who was not a very tall man, stood about a foot shorter than most of his villagers. The air here, the vibrations as the Ancients called it, nurtured both spirit and body. The Ancients themselves were not short at all, many of them standing as tall as sixteen feet. They were giants compared to most of the world and they were the ones who gave the legends of giants on the earth their start.
For they had once inhabited the upper crust of the earth, but when man fell from the worship of the One Light and began worshipping metal objects and false gods, they withdrew slowly into the interior of the earth, guided by the spirit of Earth...Gaia, who taught them the ways of harmony and peace that they had already been on the path of, but at a higher level. Soon they were able to build devices that did not harm the world, but could fly anywhere. They learned how to communicate with their minds and to build objects with thoughts.
The Ancients were powerful, but wise. But one thing they did not tolerate was negativity. They constructed barriers to stop the dark souls from above discovering their world. Sometimes the barriers were lowered according to the will of Gaia, but only for those who entered to learn lessons...sometimes hard ones, sometimes not.
And so over the thousands of years legends of the Hollow Earth had grown, many fueled by direct contat, but most by whispering and gossip, without a clue of the might or majesty of the empire below.
The door smashed loudly again. "You will open!" Sgurd threatened. "Or I will personallly sew your eyeballs to my shield and eat your heart for breakfast."
Arian was silent. An Ancient had appeared next to him, as they sometimes did. He had to stoop so as not to bang his head on the lower ceiling of the passage.
"You must let them in!" He ordered.
Arian was dismayed. Terrified. "But..."
The Ancient, whose name was legend, looked into Arian's eyes and he melted like butter. This Ancient was the most ancient of all and second only to Gaia. "It is written that they must learn a lesson. And you shall teach it to them, dear Arian. But whatever happens after you open the door, you must not turn around, your must not look back and you must not touch one of them in a harmful way!"
Arian nodded. Tears wet his eyes. "They will soil your world."
The Ancient touched Arian on both shoulders with his gentle, but giant hands. "Have you no faith after all this time, my young friend?"
Arian sighed, then moved to open the door. It was held closed by a secret combination of vibrations that had to be activated by touch in the right sequence. As he touched a number, it would light up and a new series of numbers would appear. He completed the last number, then stepped back as the door began to slowly open.
Sgurd stood with his massed warriors behind him, all with axes, hammers and spears ready to act.
"Because you have opened the door, I shall let you live to see my glory, miserable one!" Sgurd exclaimed, his eyes glowing with the taste of victory.
Then the Ancient stepped in front of Arian and outside the door.
Sgurd and the other Vikings dropped their weapons in terror as he stood before them.
"You dare to defy the All Father!" The Ancient cried out. "Be gone while your miserable souls yet burn in your bodies."
Sgurd gathered his strength, and unslung his great sword. He hefted it. "I dare!" He shouted and rushed the Ancient.
He stabbed the sword into the Ancient's heart.
The Ancient stood there, looking down at the sword a moment, then at Sgurd. "Your loss weighs upon my soul. I will see you yet again, but not in this life!"
Sgurd kicked the Ancient in his chest and he tumbled backwards, almost taking Arian down with him, but Arian managed to step aside. As he did he grabbed the Ancient and tried to set him down without dropping him.
"Let me go!" The Ancient whispered with his drying breath. "I have done what the One Light has desired. Remember what you...promised....me!"
He collapsed to the floor and the other Vikings rushed in and began hacking on him. As they did his body spattered the walls with a kind of golden blood. Where the droplets struck the wall, the wall sprouted flowers.
The Vikings again fell back in terror, but not Sgurd. He raised his might sword to take off the Ancient's head. "I shall mount your head on my ship when we return home!"
He raised his sword to swing downwards, then Arian rushed forward to stop him. "Have you no sense of dignity. You've slain him. Isn't that enough?"
Sigurd grabbed Arian by the throat with one hand, then before his eyes swung the sword down with the other hand, severing the Ancient's head from his body, allowing it to join the mutilated pieces of skin and bone that were scattered about the floor.
Arian felt his vision growing dark.
Sigurd looked into his face. "You really should have listened to him better."
Samuel felt a massive fist strike his heart, then he gasped for air and sat up, his chest hurting like it had been broken.
Jimbo stood next to him, scared to death.
Nanny was pale as a ghost.
"Sammie, you're one stubborn sonuva bitch, but one of these days your hearts going to stop and never start again."
Samuel clutched at his chest a moment, then slowly rose from the ground where he had been laying. "That day hasn't come."
A clattering sounded from above, then loose stones began tumbling down the path onto the landing. Nanny ran over and looked up.
"They've found us!" She cried out.
Samuel joined her to look up. A horde of men dressed in black and red with gold helmets shaped like Nazi helmets and the symbol of the Swastika on it were rushing down the path. They clutched powerful looking rifles in their hands. When they saw Jimbo peek out too, they cried out and began firing.
The landing was spattered with intensely bright spears of energy that burned holes several inches deep in it, and caused other areas to begin to melt.
Mandrake the Magician, a Golden Age character turned into a movie serial that kids watched across the nation during Saturday matinees with dime popcorns and nickel sodas. On www.johnpirillo.com now, Chapter One.
An Inuit child wanders away from his village, fascinated by a wild bird. His father follow his trail, determined to find him before he gets lost on the ice floe...
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Set 100 years after "Return of the Jedi," the Jedi Order and the Republic are once again active. The planet Coreign produces a special ore that can power an entire city, but the Skenvi empire is interested in its potential for supreme spaceship armor.
Threads of Destiny is a fan-made feature film created by fans of George Lucas's Star Wars saga and directed by Rasmus Tirzitis.
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This video will show you how to draw a realistic landscape scene by taking it step by step.
Faber Castell Pencils
4H, 2H, HB, 2B, 4B, 6B
Tuff Stuff eraser stick
Canson hard bound sketch book with 90Ib drawing paper.
This drawing is a continuation of last weeks tutorial where I took the time to show you how to draw a realistic tree using textures. In this tutorial, I will show you how to seat the tree in the ground and how to draw a simple landscape around that tree. The completed picture will be a nice little farm style landscape picture.
This tutorial starts off by drawing in grass in front of the tree. Since I am not drawing in the base or roots of the tree, I am using the grass to convince the viewer that all of that detail is hiding behind the grass.
The grass starts off as simple pencil strokes in a slight arc or angle to convey that the grass is blowing in the wind. It helps to create a likeness and realistic feel to the overall landscape. The pencils that can be used for this are a 2H for the initial sketch of the grass. An HB to shade a bit and a B or 2B to shade a bit darker.
A tool that is an absolute must for this drawing is a small eraser. I use a tuff stuff plastic eraser that is like a mechanical pencil but has an eraser instead of the graphite sticks. This tool is used to erase out single blades of grass. Erase these out contrasting to the pencil strokes. Erase in different directions to show variation in the pattern of the grass.
Once some grass is erased out of the picture, shading should be done around that single blade of grass c loser to where that eraser mark started to show that it is surrounded by multiple darker blades of grass. After this is done more grass can be drawn over the highlighted ones to show more depth.
This process is quite time consuming and takes a while to get used to. Take the time to practice drawing this before applying it to a completed landscape picture.
After a large enough patch is drawn, you can continue with the landscape picture. In this case, I decided to draw fence posts receding into the background. I used a ruler for this part of the drawing. When all of the fence posts were drawn, I used the ruler once again to draw in the wire connecting the posts to one another.
Once that was done, I took a moment to decide what the picture needed and decided to draw in a few more trees way in the background to give it some visual interest. I did this by simplifying the detail needed for a tree by a lot. This helps to show the viewer that the tree does not have a lot of detail so it must be far back into the background of the picture.
Reducing the detail of an object helps to push objects into the background.
Once that was done this picture pretty much wrapped itself up. Thanks for joining me on this one and I hoped you enjoyed it!
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The name of the song is "Imagine Magneta"
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Here is a tutorial with commentary showing you how I drew a realistic tree from start to finish. You can bet I will be making more videos like this soon. Most likely more in depth ones too.
This drawing started out with a light pencil in the hb to 2h range just for the initial sketch of the tree. I use a light pencil so that If I make any mistakes I can easily erase them out.
Start with the base of the tree and work outward towards the smaller branches and eventually sticks that make out the very outer part of the tree. As you branch out, make each branch smaller and smaller as it progresses so that it eventually becomes a very small stick. This process takes a little while getting used to but with practice, it will come very naturally to you.
The next process of this is the shading. The shading is time consuming and requires a lot of patience. Think of the tree as a 3 dimensional object and how light would be affecting with it. When you can visualize this, you can really start to figure in where the light and shadow goes. Think of the light source coming in from one general direction and work from that. Using that as a reference, all surfaces facing that object of light will be highlighted while the opposite sides of the same branch will be in shadow.
Once you have the shading done, the next part that is also quite time consuming is the leaves. The way I draw leaves is quite clever. I use a process of negative drawing to make the leaves. It is a process of where I just draw texture and the white space that is left after drawing the texture takes the shape and form of the leaves.
The way I start this texture is I draw small circular strokes with the pencil but making sure that I keep moving the pencil so that the end result looks like a bunch of leaves. I make very irregular edges. Nothing should be very uniform when it comes to leaves. They are constantly blowing in the wind and changing shape, I try to replicate that.
Once the initial layer of leaves is applied, go back in with a darker pencil so you can add depth to them. Once shading is applied, it will make the leaves look much more thick and full. Thus giving it much more life and character.
All that is left is to draw in the foundation that the tree is growing from. I did not include this in this drawing but will do a continuation for next weeks video showing you how to do that. please subscribe so you dont miss out! I will see you all again very soon!
Music is from danosongs.com
the song is called Permafrost. Here is a link to that song
Chapter Seven of the audio book which follows John Carter, a Confederate soldier, who has been mysteriously translated from the Civil War to ancient Mars, where he has to fight to survive against tremendous odds.