Pehernefer

Much is known about this scribe, a story teller without equal. His titles include

 One of the "Great ten of Upper Egypt" (Egyptian: Wer-medj-shemaw)

He who's under the head of the king (Egyptian: Heri-tep-nesw) (But this is incorrect it should be ‘queen’ - you can’t expect archaeologists to get it ALL right).

Overseer of the treasuries (Egyptian: Imi-ra per-hedj)

Overseer of all royal works (Egyptian: Imi-ra kat-nebet net-nesw)

Overseer of the royal granaries (Egyptian: Imj-ra schenut-nebut inet-nesu)

You can be sure the list goes on (and on) - titles were flung about on the wind. Nothing is known about Pehernefer's family (that’s because he didn’t have one - except for the Lammasu tribe who took him in after he was abandoned in the Western desert (that’s how he got that title - I told you titles were blown in).

So what does all this have to do with ‘endings and beginnings’? Not much really simply because the Bhubezi Women are STILL trying to find the keys so that nothing ends - or begins in fact.

Pehernefer had this gift thing, given to him by Hatshepsut - who you should all know by now is a Bhubezi  Woman - that enabled him to triple-read any scroll given to him. 

He could see the current writing, the history of the writing and its place in the future. Right now, sitting at 4pm with an old scroll found (forward time) at the Alexandrian Library, he could hear  the same words Lammasu heard -   the Red Giraffe and Traveller were at his elbow, pulling him back to sanity.

“GET A GRIP”!

“We have the key”!

Creatures Between

Book made for An Encyclopedia of Everything.

I remember when growing up, newspaper clippings my grandmother kept of strange skeletons, weird animals and other assorted previously undocumented oddities.  This book was a treasure to her, lending veracity to her view that there was a world existing parallel with ours.  

BUT, its interconnected with ours, she used to tell me, that’s why these creatures sometimes appear - they’ve come from there, squeezed out by pressure between the two spaces.  She was convinced that storms did this.

I sort of thought the cuttings were a hang-over from the Victorian Curiosity Cabinets.

 As it turns out, she wasn’t so wrong. The parallel place just didn’t have a name then.  But now we know, its called Between.

The Portal Papers

With 127 done and dusted (much to his relief The Traveller was FAR better at this than he expected), test 2 was unfortunately NOT a test - time was running out and they needed a piece of The Uncertain Brown Portal in order to move Hatshepsut’s Obelisk.

123 could not be classified as a DOOR really, more like an arch, but this did not deter The Traveller.  She STILL did not realize this was NOT Dream Time.   Or maybe she did and didn’t mind.  Playing a sitar in a band going no-where was not the life she had planned.

The Red Giraffe was not hugely pleased with his human form - he felt LONG. And from the strange looks he was receiving, this current disguise was a trifle too fast walker.  BUT he needed to check out the arch opposite the bus station as indicated on the Phaistos Disk (#59/60) (yip - can you believe it, the disk actually has this on the back).  

The Traveller had suggested that he try a Gerald Format, but it felt uncomfortable and itchy.

The sudden shift to 56 even caught the Red Giraffe by surprise. 

It was obviously an inter-dimensional backlash from a derecho.  People don’t realize that such happenings (widespread, long-lived wind storms) are actually the result of the Moorish Darwish attempting to assail Between.  While his minions hunt for the keys with equal fervor, he attempts to twist the immaterial nature of Between.  The Traveller double blinked at 56 but further than that she was calm.  

56 was indeed a shocker - a dungeon door on the Roman Forum (known in some circles as Mars Hill).  This was a kink in the tale for sure.  The Traveller, without hesitation stepped out into the milling crowd, seemingly certain of her destination.  Erichs map had certainly come in handy and he was very grateful because from here-on-out this territory was beyond his ken.  The point of course was to backtrack to

the region of the Sof Omar Caves, where the story first began.  NOTHING would make sense until they backtracked there.

Animals Between (sighted at the Bridges)

Utopian Writing System

Utopian Writing System

The Utopian language belongs  to the realms of Utopia - the fictional land of Thomas More.  This constructed language was apparently written by Peter Giles, but of course, its close resemblance of the cursive of the scribe Lyrehc provides the interested viewer with access to the meaning of the four verbs in the Utopian Poem - and they are the point after all.

Utopian has its own 22-letter alphabet, with its glyphs loosely based on the circle,  triangle and square.  Everything else you read about the lack of a Z and a few other oddities like no q,k,x, and f - ignore.

A few corrections

agrama -  generally rendered city- should correctly be rendered populated space

chamaan - generally rendered island- should correctly be rendered populated space

isolated - as the term should correctly refer to Between - that is, the space into which none can enter.

soma - generally rendered without should correctly be rendered

inaccessible - as Between is.

The Story Continues.

First edition of 4 hand made books, made in varying  editions for Roger DeWint (Belgium), Marie Wintzer (Japan) and Erich Sundermann (Austria) and An Encyclopedia of Everything.  Things  have been going a little mad Between.  Time is running out, but numerous things are falling into place as the participants in this saga realize the gravity of what is happening to the Bridges Between.  

Soon they will not be able to support the world, but members of the public like Marie who holds one of the keys in the form of a book, and Erich who brought to light the work of Sergius are making lighter the task of The Red Giraffe and The Traveller. Some of the vessels are also preparing to Fade to Between. 

Hatshepsut’s needle is waking, and The Books, especially those found near the tomb of Empress Zhangsun  are needed.

(Book made from a series of cut-up paintings which are posted throughout the world as Mail Art in an effort to solve the mystery of The Women Who Hole Up the World)