Hades Moon

 (Anthony Pellacano to Dr. Barclay) Listen, I'm sure you mean well but I'm not into this feelings shit. My partner was murdered here in London and know I'm here trying to figure out what happened.  Why? Because I'm a homicide detective, lady. That's why. This is an unsolved murder and I plan on solving it. The good for nothing London PD decided I was poking around and asking too many questions. I could either get thrown out the country or accept a partner/babysitter and see a shrink. Bottom line is I'm not interested in being psychoanalyzed. I need you to sign this paper so I can go and do something that is actually productive.

  Addressed to Caleb Durest, a permanent resident at Claybury Hospital March 3, 1981   Dear Caleb,           It was my pleasure to meet you the other day.   I hope you consider what we have discussed.   Your condition is well documented in the literature and the course of treatment I have recommended to the supervising physicians should assist.           You are a bright mind and I think the world can benefit greatly from your presence and contribution.             I look forward to our next session.   If you could complete the sheet I left with your physician on your free time in preparation for the session.                     Sincerely,                               Dr. Barclay                   Reply to Dr. Vanessa Barclay At her practice July 18, 1981 Good morrow Doc,          I am glad we have been so well acquainted these last three sessions.   I do not say this about many people…especially not doctors, but I think I will be ab

The living think of the underworld as a place apart from the world they see each day. Christian minds think of Heaven above and Hell below, while other faiths have seen our souls' destinations as separate realms entirely. The Greeks, though, and the Romans after them, believed everyone descended into the earth to meet what paradise or punishment they deserved.   In the myth, the god of the underworld rose up from the ground and snatched his bride-to-be, disappearing without a trace. The world suffered for her absence, and in her time she became a queen, thereafter symbolized by seeds as red as blood.  In my experience, the Greeks, the Christians, the Taoists and the Egyptians and all the rest got it wrong: the underworld in which the dead dwell is neither above nor below, rather it is beside, overlapping with the land of the living, but generally only visible at night.  We walk right next to them, and most of them never know when death passes by, though some few can sense our close