In case you’re wondering, we’ve of course attempted to identify Flyss’ “unknown third party.” However, it appears that the car is registered to someone who’s currently living in London (and has been seen there.) As for whom the actual person driving the car is, we have no idea. We’ve considered setting up a situation where a policeman would stop the person and demand ID, while we had the policeman bugged. However, this all seems too risky, as we have no idea to what extent the police in that area under the control of the Illuminati. –Glenn
Archive for April, 2010
The GPS tracker I placed beside the BH’s GPS tracker in an unknown third party’s car is still working. After visiting that tunnel beneath the freeway where we later saw the two Immortals, I don’t have the guts to check out in detail any of the places where it goes. But I don’t mind driving down an interstate (or its frontage road) and snapping photos.
This one is of a place he parked in.
Notice the cones. Again, are these ventilators for an underground space? — Flyss
As you may know, I’m a psychotherapist. I recently had a patient whose story suggested to me that she might be one of our Immortals. I don’t think she actually is, but my speculations have inspired me to work on a story about a young woman who discovers that she isn’t aging. When it’s done, I’ll post it on the site. – Kate
P.S. We’re also going to check with some of the other folks out there investigating immortals, such as Ben Abba, to see if they’ve run across the same symbol. — Glenn
I’ve been musing on the meaning of the Illuminati symbols Stephen found. Their colors certainly suggest a relationship to the expression “blue&black,” found in the hex code of that archival Lincoln photo. However, we have to keep in mind that the symbols were found in encrypted messages left us by someone with a whimsical sense of humor, and who himself said that only half of what he’d given us is true.*
Also, these symbols are obviously Photoshopped, as Stephen notes. They don’t show real glass. So what are they? Perhaps The Laughing One‘s attempt to render something he’s seen or heard about. One can easily believe that a secret society might have a token like this, used for recognition purposes in ceremonies. The shape, reminiscent of a pi symbol with a disc in the middle, is certainly iconic. I’ve found myself scribbling it compulsively.
The original possesses additional other details, especially visible in the least Photoshopped version:
The central disk is metal, while the frame or container is of rough-hewn wood. The Masons use a similar emblem. Notice also the faint cross visible on the back of the disk, reminiscent of standard Rosicrucian symbologism. Finally, the wood “frame” is assymetrical, the left leg thicker than the right, and with its notch set lower down. This suggests two suborders within the whole. Thus, the blue and the black portions of the design may represent the classic Egyptian unequal partners of Night and Water.
In other words, it is not at all certain that this design has anything to do with the third ranked member of a group called the blue&black as referenced in the Lincoln photo’s hex code. (“3rd of the blue&black.”) Moreover, it is certainly not the case that the woman in a black dress with blue trim I glimpsed at Antietam wore this symbol visibly on her; nor did she have it on (despite again wearing blue and black) when Flyss caught caught her on camera in the tunnel.
Nonetheless, we are looking for photographs of people wearing what looks like embroidery, amulets or jewelery in this “pi and disc” shape. We would expect to find this perhaps on crowd photographs taken in the 19th century, when photography was still so new that perhaps the Illuminati did not yet realize the risk. If we can find such a person, then we will have evidence that the “pi and disc” symbol is real. More than that, we will then have a face to look for in the present. –Glenn
* Hopefully, when it comes to Photoshopped symbols, the Laughing One used up his sense of humor with this:
If you click on it to enlarge it, and then rotate it 90 degrees to the right, you’ll see that there’s a cell phone tower in the “glass.”
This version occurs most frequently, accounting for over 70% of the instances:
This second version accounts for most of the remaining:
This final variation appears only once, but seems to have been minimally Photoshopped, unlike the others.
As you know, Glenn and I have been working with facial recognition software, in hopes of finding matches between photographs of people taken sufficiently far apart in time so as to suggest absence of normal aging. I used a form of this software to verify Glenn’s identification of the male in Flyss’ photo.
In general, it’s been heavy going. The software throws out too many matches, and they have have to be examined individually. That was unproblematic in the above case, since we already had a suspected match. But the idea is to run the software on millions of photos. So far, automatic facial identification technology has proved inadequate.
For this reason, we’ve looked for additional factors to winnow the field. We’ve recently had some success, using information present in the encrypted material. In particular, a certain symbol or icon recurs frequently, tagged by a term or anagram of a term related to the concept (or word) ”Illuminati.” These images are obviously Photoshopped, but on Glenn’s suggestion I’ve added a search for the same general shape as these symbols take. It turns out that occasionally this pattern is seen on the clothing or otherwise on the person of someone caught by accident on film. Taking those people as candidates, we’ve then tried to match them in particular. The number of computer-flagged matches is still large. However, it is not so large as before. Glenn and I are actively combing. — Stephen
(Continuing my last post.) So much for background. Here are the questions: Whose side is the Laughing One on? I have the same question about the Bounty Hunter. There’s obviously some connection between them, though whether they’re enemies, allies or acquaintances don’t know.
My guess is that there are several groups of Immortals, as well as various mortals besides us who are interested in them. (See, for example, this external post.) It also dawns on me that there may be no easy way for one non-mortal to recognize another. They may need to track each other down the same way we’re doing.
Much to think about. — Glenn
I summarized some of the story a while back in this post. But there are other parts I left out, and that have been left out of this blog for a while.
For one, consider that that whole episode of the dish Flyss found while trailing the Bounty Hunter. He traveled 300 miles to park nearby it for only an hour. When she parked in the same area (after he’d gone) she was warned off in a bizarre way: She heard sounds of helicopters approaching, and naturally thought of black helicopters. But when she got out of the car to look, it turned out they were coming from two boom boxes. It’s so strange a joke that we recognize the signature of the person we call the Laughing One, a person who knows about immortals and mocks them. It’s still a warning. Encrypted in the MP3 files, and also written on a piece of paper, he left messages telling her in no uncertain terms to stay away.
Of note, the dish isn’t visible on Google Earth, nor are a series of chemical factories in the area, including this one. It seems that Flyss was supposed to stay out of the whole area, but she took things literally, and only avoided the area of the dish. No one stopped her exploring anywhere else, and near that factory she came across a complex series of freeway overpasses in the middle of nowhere, with a tunnel beneath them. This was the place where her camera sighted the non-mortal Stephen verified. I’ve discussed that already. But I’m wondering about now is why she was warned off from the Dish but not from the rest of the secret area. And why was the Bounty Hunter snooping around all those places? (To be precise, in the case of the tunnel, all we know is that he’d placed a GPS tracker in the car of someone who later led Flyss to the tunnel.)
So much for background. My thoughts on all this in the next post.
I will admit it’s rather nice to get Stephen’s verification of my visual memory. But that’s not all I’ve been up to. More soon. — Glenn
I would suspect it’s taking all the energy he possesses just trying not to crow. — Flyss
Stephen is disagreeing with himself. That’s rather cute.
But there’s an obvious solution to his difficulty. He wonders how True Immortals can decide what to do, given that anything they do puts infinity at risk. But even economists have stopped pretending that human beings are entirely “rational agents.” Obviously, ergo, and QED, they can take risks; they just try not to.
You may wonder, how does Flyss know that economists no longer believe humans are entirely rational agents. Hah. He told me about it! (Though he may have forgotten. It was months ago. -:) — Flyss
P.S. Also, Wikipedia says its true.
In a previous post, I discussed the “weighting” of infinity,” and argued that it was never rational for a True Immortal to put his or her life at risk, while for a Hafeem or ordinary mortal circumstances could arise in which it could make rational sense to do so. Now, however, I find that I disagree with myself.
In my argument, I considered the percentage of one’s life already lived, and noted that, at any given age, a True Immortal has lived zero percent of his or her potential lifespan; in comparison, a Hafeem or ordinary mortal has already lived a finite percentage. I therefore argued that sufficient value in the moment can multiply that finite value to a weight equal to the amount at risk, thus making risk taking rational. However, no weighting of zero percent can balance the remainder put at risk, and therefore a True Immortal could never rationally take risk.
What I failed to consider, however, is that all actions (or inaction) involves risk. Thus, for a True Immortal, even the safest behavior creates risk. If, for example, simply doing nothing incurs a .0001% risk of dying in an earthquake, a True Immortal incurs a .0001% risk of infinite loss doing nothing. Since any percent of infinity is still infinity, such a person is always risking too much. Therefore, it is not clear that increased riskiness of behavior changes anything. (My argument still holds for mortals or Hafeems, for whom .0001% of remaining life is quite small.) — Stephen
For those who are new to the site, a recently updated summary of what we know so far can be found here. Additionally, posts are grouped by subject in the “Topics” headings off to the right. Finally, for those of you would prefer to read this blog in forward chronological order, that option is available here. — Stephen
We haven’t talked about the subject on this site, because so many other things have been going on, but we’ve been discussing the issue by email, and I’ve decided I was wrong when I thought the old man the BH kidnapped might be FDR. I know Glenn put out a theory on how that might work, but it’s just not plausible.
Also, he hypnotized me, and I managed to “sharpen” my memory of the man in the wheelchair, like you can do with Photoshop. (Only, Photoshop needs a photo instead of a memory, and I didn’t manage to get one, due to being chased.) And when I look closely he’s definitely not FDR. So scratch that whole thread. – Flyss
To continue from my last post … several thoughts.
For one, is the person we call “The Aussie“ a “full” immortal, eg. with aging clock shut down, or is he a Hafeem, with aging clock slowed? After all, he lives in public, even if others are perhaps living in hiding somewhere.
For that matter, how would he know which group he belongs to? If one were to have a lifespan of 1000 years after maturity, it might take 100 or more years before one noticed any evidence of aging in oneself.
On the other hand, maybe for a “new” immortal (eg., someone who has just discovered he or she isn’t aging) it takes time to sink in, and only become supremely cautious over time.
In any case, we don’t that we’ve identified any “fully immortal” immortals, in the sense of those who don’t age at all. The material Glenn and I have been decoding refers to them, and I am willing to believe they exist. But we would have to have evidence of someone failing to age over centuries before we’d know. More than centuries, perhaps, if the Hafeem’s life span is, say, 5000 years, rather than infinite. — Stephen
P.S. Based on the above, I think we need to make two separate categories and subcategories for “From Their Perspective,” as the cases of “full immortal” and Hafeem are different. I’ll work on that.
PPS. The encoded material calls people in the former category “True Immortals,” which is a little inconvenient considering that it’s the name of this website (and we’re interested in Hafeems too) but I suppose we should utilize it anyway.
So what you’re saying, Kate, is that you think an actual or full immortal is unlikely to make an appearance in public at all, because there could be some risk of capture / discovery / injury. However, people who simply age slowly — the so-called Hafeems – would be more like ordinary people, in that they’re willing to take risks.
Which makes sense, and is enlightening. I’ve always wondered why people are ever willing to “roll the dice” and risk their lives in dangerous activities. Up until now, I thought of this is irrational behavior, emotion trumping reason. After all, death ends everything; it’s the ultimate sacrifice, one that cannot be balanced by any personal gain. (Here I am ignoring belief in life after death, since I don’t share it.)
But now I realize that I have been thinking about it incorrectly. Let us suppose that the value of a full life is infinite. (Here I am discounting the notion of life after death, as I don’t share it.) Let us also suppose that the lifespan of a person is 100 years. Therefore, a 20 year old male who indulges in motorcycling while drunk has already lived 20% of a life and puts at risk 80% of a life. Each of these finite fractions of infinity is infinite. Infinity can be balanced against infinity, and it might be worth a person’s while to abandon the second in order to fully enjoy the first. The same is true, though with enlarged difference in percentages, for a 20 year old Hafeem with a lifespan of 1000 years: 2% vs. 98%. However, if one could potentially live forever, the situation changes. A twenty year old with an infinite life span has lived 0% of his life and risks 100% of it. There’s no way to balance that.
To put it another way, if one can live forever, the weight of “future life” is infinite, and no incentive in the present can balance against it. However, if one knows one will die eventually, then the weighting of “future life” is finite, and benefits in the present may outweigh the risk of future life lost. Or, in economics terms, infinity can’t be discounted. Ergo, it may sometimes be rational for a mortal to undertake deadly risk, but it is never rational for a “full” immortal to do so. — Stephen
Teases the Rottweiler next door / at risk of death
The pleasure of it making all worthwhile.
A cat lives twenty years / Young men at twenty
famously love nothing more than to go to war.
Humans live a hundred years / Hafeems, a thousand?
Twenty — one hundred — a thousand years.
All the same / But infinity is incommensurate
We risk our finite lives / because they are finite.
Those two seen in public, in the tunnel.
Are they truly True Immortals?
I’ve now reviewed the clear version of the deliberately blurred photo Flyss posted to this site, and compared it to several stock photos of the Kennedy assassination Glenn sent me. As mentioned in an earlier post, we’ve been working with software that automatically recognize faces in photos — as yet another means of identifying people who do not age. (In fact, I believe I may have already discovered something new via that route. More on that later.)
I applied the software to the photos in hand, and I have now verified to my satisfaction that the young man seen in Flyss’ photo has not aged since he was caught on camera in Dallas in 1963. The evidence grows. – Stephen
A little history before I get to the blockbuster of Flyss’s post.
Just over a year ago, I saw two people meet on Antietam National Battlefield. One of them I recognized from photos in the crowd at the Kennedy assassination. In the intervening 45 years, he hadn’t aged at all. That was our first discovery, the one that got this all started.
But I didn’t get a photograph of them. In order to get evidence that would hold up, Flyss and I undertook a long search, described in the fixed page titled the “First Proof.” Eventually, we found incontrovertible proof of a another person who doesn’t age. We followed his trail from 1963 to 1995, with photos enough to prove matters even to a skeptic like Stephen. But then we lost track of him again.
Kate, however, hypothesized that there might be other people tracking him. Sure enough, we discovered that a former CIA agent we’ve nicknamed the Bounty Hunter was on his trail. It proved much easier to track him than track the Aussie himself.
The BH led Flyss on an interesting chase. I won’t recount all the details here, except to mention that he apparently kidnapped an old man who was living underground way out in the country. This led us to the notion of Hafeems (people who age, just very slowly), but lost us our GPS tracker in the BH’s car.
The BH, however, had placed a GPS tracker in someone else’s car. Flyss managed to discover that car, and plant her own tracker, which led her to another, very different underground tunnel. Quite sensibly, she didn’t stick around to study the place. But she inserted a remote camera. And, a few days later, it transmitted this photo of two people meeting near the mouth of the tunnel (and quite out in the middle of nowhere.)
It’s the same two people I saw at Antietam, after I read a message written by Antipollus and addressed to ” 3rd of the blue&black.“ One, at least, has to be at least in his seventies, considering his age back at the Kennedy assassination. But he looks like a young man of 25. The woman on both occasions wore a black dress with blue trim. — Glenn
As I’d mentioned, I planted a remote camera near that tunnel beneath the overpasses. Well it came through.
In the following photo, I’ve deliberately blurred the two people. But I sent the unblurred version to Glenn. I’ll let him comment on who they are.
As Stephen points out, this entire area is off the map. When you try to view it on Google Earth, you’re shown nothing but farmland, a tiny town and a river. Railroad maps show no tracks nearby. But Flyss’ photos clearly show a railroad bridge entering the factory.
To hide something like this speaks of a significant conspiracy. Which begs the question: what are they making at those factories? Somehow I think it isn’t just petroleum.
It’s too bad we can’t go back there to check. But I agree with Stephen that it isn’t safe. — Glenn
As I mentioned, underground tunnels are a staple of conspiracy literature. Examples include a whole genre of underground tunnel theories involving Denver International Airport. See, for example, this thread on abovetopsecret and this youtube video. But it’s never made sense to me that the government (or anyone else) would build underground in such a public spot as an airport. True, DIA is next to Rocky Mountain Arsenal, which would seem to make it convenient for the government, but the arsenal happens to be a Superfund site, and it’s under much too much scrutiny for secret construction.
If one wished to create underground passages, wouldn’t one at least put the entrances in out of the way spots? And placing them near interstates only makes sense, like ports on a river. So, what better place to choose than a complicated overpass/underpass complex in the middle of nowhere? In fact, it seems to me I’ve run across quite a few overpasses that seem more convoluted than necessary. I wouldn’t be surprised if one or more are “haunted,” so to speak, by more than meets the eye. – Glenn
[NOTE: In a comment to this post, a leading spiritual figure in the "hollow earth" tradition suggests an alternative interpretation.]
I had been baffled by repeated references in the material we’ve been studying to f-tunnels. Underground tunnels, of course, figure extensively in conspiracy literature, but the “f” made no sense until your recent photos. It’s obvious now that the letter stands for “freeway.” I suspect now that at least some portion of the US freeway system is accompanied by underground passages.
I have particular suspicions about the set you stumbled on, off the map and behind some kind of equally secret factory. But it will take me a while to gather the information, both on the freeway tunnels and the secret factory. Back soon. – Glenn
I have several more photos of that factory, for what it’s worth.
You said the maps don’t show any railroad tracks in the area. But isn’t this a railroad bridge?
Here it is entering the factory:
A footpath goes under that bridge and about three others:
When you come out, you’re here:
Here’s a closeup of one part:
and of another:
This next photo shows the river you saw on the map. The factory is just to the right. Note the weird blockhouse-like thing on the far side.
Here’s a closeup of the “blockhouse:”
Is any of that useful? — Flyss
Thanks, Flyss, for sending the GPS coordinates of that area. As you pointed out, just like the dish, it’s not shown on Google Earth. It’s not on any standard maps either, so far as I can tell. I visited a large library in Oklahoma. All any map shows is two freeways intersecting in what should be a simple interchange, along with a river, and a small town. Nothing like an industrial area — and none of the train lines one would need for a refinery. Furthermore, the refinery (if that’s actually what it is) doesn’t show up on EPA records either, and any refinery that size would be required by law to submit annual reports.
Do you have any more photos? (Don’t go back there! I just meant, did you collect any others while you were there?)
Glenn, have you found any references to this place in the material we’ve been analyzing, and that you’re so much better at deciphering than I am?
Kate, any ideas? — Stephen
It’s the middle of nowhere. There was the occasional car on the road, but no one at all walking on the walkway you can see on the far right. That’s not too surprising as it’s a dead end.
Having nearly gotten myself caught the other day because I wasn’t careful, this time I waited a 48 hours after he’d left the area before I checked it out. I couldn’t figure out what he’d done with himself the whole time. There’s nothing there. Here’s a view from a little lower down:
The walkway I mentioned goes under the lowest level in the photo above. I crossed over, climbed down, and took this next shot:
Ordinarily, a walkway is for walking from here to there, but like I mentioned, this one is a dead end. Probably it once went through to the other side of the freeway, but these days it’s blocked off by a concrete wall (hidden in the shadows at the far end of the photo.) I walked down there, but it was creepy as heck, and I only stayed long enough to snap a single shot.
It’s not entirely a dead end. This welcoming pitch-black tunnel branches off to the right:
I wasn’t crazy enough to go down it. I didn’t even have the guts to stick around long enough to take a clear photo. Instead, I snapped once and ran out.
From up top, I peered down through gratings to see if I could spot the catwalk you can just barely see at the top of the tunnel photo. (Trust me, it’s a catwalk.) But I couldn’t find it. The area is an amazing jumble of overpasses going in all kinds of directions, and I couldn’t tell where I was. I did find the following, though, visible through a hole in a broken wall.
I think the lamp might be the source of the dim light coming down from above the catwalk. But what are those things above the lamp? Air vents for an underground cavern? What did the BH’s quarry do there for 12 hours? Did he go down that tunnel? I have to think he did. There’s nowhere else to go from there.
I’m far away now, and in a different car that I don’t think can possibly be connected to the one I was driving before. I don’t plan on going back to that place again.
But I stuck a remote camera in a strategic spot on the ceiling of that walkway. – Flyss
As I was saying, I spent about a hundred hours cruising everywhere the BH had been until I found a car he’d tagged with one of his GPS trackers. I stuck one of my own GPS trackers under the same car. Here’s a travelogue of some of the places I saw when I drove in the tire treads of whomever it was the BH was following.
(And, yes, the photographs have been photoshopped. I don’t want to give away exactly where this is.)
First he goes under this messy bridge,
and on the other side these everyday flames leap up,
which turn out to come from this standard whatever-it-is.
This part of Oklahoma is a little bit interesting all on its own. Remember the dish, and the chemical factory? They’re not more than fifty miles off. But what comes next is creepy. (continued in the next post.) — Flyss
You’re right, Kate. Sorry!
I’m fine. It’s just taking me a little while to get my photos ready. — Flyss
He could inform on me, though. Maybe he gave away my position outside that shed?
I’m not planning to worry about it, though. I have more entertaining things on my mind.
You remember back a month ago or so when the BH bought a baker’s dozen of GPS trackers? I checked into the model. They’re basically cell phones. You phone in, and they send back a record of where they’ve been. Of course, you need a password, and he’s not the sort to use one like “password.”
But not very many cars shoot cellphone signals from beneath their chassis. And yours truly, old “eyes and ears” Flyss happened to have a record of everywhere he’d been. It took a lot of cruising, but I found one.
However, I’m having a craving for green toenail polish just now. Back at you in a bit. – Flyss
Now that’s a wrinkle to meditate on.
All in all, though, I’m not too concerned. If you think about how we go about things, the only one of us who could do any real mischief is Flyss. She’s our eyes and ears. But I do know her in person, and I have no doubts about her.
Stephen could do is mislead us by his reasoning. But he and I mostly argue anyway. And Kate’s contributions are mostly intuitive and inspirational. She suggests ideas but doesn’t control anything.
So I don’t really see a problem. — Glenn
Why shouldn’t she doubt me? Why shouldn’t any of you? For that matter, since none of us have met one another except Glenn and Flyss, why shouldn’t each of us doubt the other? It’s only logical. — Stephen
That your world view questioned disturbs you more / than doubts about your character.
You may think this. That you feel it: No. – Kate
I’m not sure which disturbs me more: that you doubt me, or that you doubt rationality itself.
No, that’s not true. It’s only reasonable that you should consider alternate possibilities about the nature of my personal agendas and loyalties. You’ve never met me in person, nor has anyone you know. A rational, intelligent being should always interrogate their own assumptions.
But to doubt rationality itself — to seriously consider supernatural explanations of the world — to allow, even hypothetically, that there might be such creatures as vampires — to wonder whether you were only persuaded of skeptical materialism when under the temporary influence of my (for lack of a better word) charisma — I had thought you were much too intelligent for that. — Stephen
An email from a reader of this site got me thinking about how much power Stephen has over us.
The reader suggested that our Immortals might be vampires. At first I wanted to laugh him off. But then, I got to wondering.
Of course, Stephen’s positive that the people we’re discovering are the way they are due to a defective genetic aging clock. He’s a scientific, skeptical, hyper-rationalist. Naturally he believes that. But why should we all feel so sure too? I know I never used to be a science believer.
Then I realized that it’s Stephen’s influence on me. I’ve emailed with him a lot, off and on over the last year. And whenever I do, I come away a total skeptic materialist for weeks on end.
What if there really is a supernatural explanation? Shouldn’t we keep our minds open to that? Or what if it’s something out of science fiction? A strange device? Technology from an alien race? Shouldn’t we keep an open mind to that too?
And why is that I’ve been willing to believe Stephen’s interpretation all this time? Probably because, like I said, he’s very convincing.
But what if it’s weirder than that? What if he’s working for them, and deliberately misleading us? – Flyss
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I’ve been trying to work out how a recent historical figure such as FDR could survive into the present as a Hafeem. It’s especially difficult to imagine for one who’s childhood is so well attested to.
However, it bears considering what one would have to do to survive as either a Hafeem or a (for lack of a better word) an absolute immortal living in recent society. Unless one were to live out one’s life forever underground, one would have no choice but to play complicated identity games. And since person in hiding needs to obtain supplies, etc., an Immortal attempting it would always stand in danger of being found out. It might actually be safer to hide in plain sight by passing oneself off as an ordinary person.
Still, to live in public would require a mind boggling set of tricks. Would one, perhaps, register a social security number for a person who doesn’t really exist, create a trail of attendance at schools (though without photos), and then step into that person’s shoes when their age of record matched up with one’s apparent age? One would have to create whole batches of such people, so that one could switch from one to the other when one was no longer believably the right age for the person one was supposed to be, as well as to have spare identities for use when something went wrong.
This wouldn’t be possible at all post-Internet, I don’t think, but up until recently, it might very well have been.
Then too, one might use disguises, not only to stretch the period of plausible matchup with a normally aging person, but also what about disguising oneself to look plausibly like the relative of someone? Or, like that person themselves?
One might use body doubles. One might set up situations in which one would have a plausible reason for never quite showing oneself in public.
For example, suppose one were a crippled President who didn’t want to be seen as physically weak, and who had no lovers nor intimate friends, nor ever appeared naked even to servants or (perhaps) doctors?
This would work even better if a small group of Hafeems or absolute immortals were to help each other out, do-se-do-ing through history, serving as each other’s alibi.
What about that contemporary of FDR, so famously hypothesized to be an Illuminatus: Winston Churchill? — Glenn
(Thread continued in this post.)
Not over decades merely / but dragging on
Into centuries of helplessness. / An almost-immortal body
Edging by inches over the miles to death.
And he is friendless /Having spent a life in hiding.
Though, had he friends /He must needs trust unto generations.
How to plan? To prepare? To make safe?
If he knew of another like himself / but he does not.
Therefore, he employs banking houses.
He buys food / He digs tunnels
He crawls underground like a dog crawling into the bushes to die.
And hides there for a hundred years. – Kate