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I’ve been researching the house where the kidnapping took place, and made some thought-provoking discoveries.
Before I get to that, I want to state emphatically that the idea of a Hafeem, a person who ages very slowly but does age, makes perfect sense to me. It should have been obvious before, but I will admit that if I thought of it earlier, it slipped my mind entirely, and all credit goes to Glenn for identifying both the term and the concept in the material we’ve been analyzing.
Keeping that in mind, the following facts about the house where Flyss saw the BH kidnap, or at least transport, an old man bear consideration.
(1) The house has been in possession of a single family for over 140 years.
(2) The current owner of the house has never been photographed for a driver’s license, passport or any other public document.
(3) There are no records of him having ever attended school in the US. This takes on greater significance considering point 2, specifically in regards to the passport.
(4) Nor are there any publicly documented name changes.
(5) The house was occupied for some time by a family with children (hence the children’s slide visible in the photo), but that family moved out in 1987 and left the country. I can find no evidence of where they moved to, and they have not been back. They left behind no relatives in the United States.
(6) Since 1987, a succession of caretakers has been employed on the property. They are paid directly from the offices of a bank in Switzerland and hired by those Swiss bankers. Needless to say, I can get no information from that direction.
(7) Perhaps most interesting of all, ten years ago an entire shipping container arrived by truck at the house, and was unloaded by hired men who have also disappeared from sight. According to one neighbor, the container appeared to contain canned food. — Stephen
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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
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I grieved when I imagined / the suffering
Of an elder grown sick and senile /and because Hafeem
Made to wait for centuries / for death’s relief.
But later it occurred to me / in a different context
That there is little difference /between a lifespan of 100 or a 1000 years
Putting these thoughts together / I now see
That we are alike another way.
To be old and alone / is cruelty at any age.
True Immortals do not suffer it / but an isolated, weakening Hafeem
suffers like any isolated, weakening mortal / pained past physical pain
By the loneliness.
And how can Hafeems find one other? / This is not fantasy.
There is no mark on the face / no spiritual glow.
Besides, they are practiced at hiding / and it traps them in the end.
Unless someone finds them out / overwhelms their defences
And kidnaps them into the comfort of their kind. — Kate