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Coop here,

I don’t have much to say about this except that it speaks for itself. I’m currently looking for more info in Wes’s notes that expand on the metaphysical aspects of what Miss Martha is talking about here. What I’ve found so far all seems loosely connected (at least). More as I can put it together and get it out to you…

(Part 1 of the interview HERE)

Martha: —The Man Behind the Door is the right hand of God.

Wes: Pardon?

Martha: This is privileged information, you hear? I don’t reconcile telling it to someone without faith. Are you a good Christian, Mr. Cotten?

Wes: Yes I am.

(a half lie)

Martha: Are you a repentant Southern Baptist?

Wes: …No ma’am. I’m Lutheran.

Miss Martha stared at me for what seemed like a full minute. I immediately regretted telling the truth as I remembered how uncompromising the Southern Baptist faith can be. They are rigid in their beliefs and have almost no patience for the contrary beliefs of opposing denominations. Suddenly, she let out a loud sigh and wiped her brow.

Martha: Well, I guess you’re okay. The Lord says, “Love thy neighbor.” Have you been baptized in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit?

Wes: Yes ma’am.

(a full lie)

Martha: Well that’s a start. We will have to get you sorted out proper real soon.

Wes: So… You’re saying The Man Behind the Door has a connection to God?

Martha: He puts a stop to the Boy’s wickedness, keeps him from spreading the Lord’s secrets by punishing those who seek it.

Wes: Is he like an angel?

Martha: The Lord has dominion over all things, both divine or unholy. He allows the Man to do as he wilt, just like the Lord allows the Devil to do as he wilt. They all have a part to play in the great design.

Wes: Just to clarify… The Boy, if he’s found, tattles the secrets of the Heavens and the Earth and then the Man suddenly appears to put a stop to it?

Martha: You may be a scholar of the world, Mr. Cotten, but you know very little about the life beyond it. It’s never that simple. These things are much more than you can comprehend.

This made me a little angry. Either she was saying I wasn’t intelligent enough or I wasn’t religious enough to understand. Either way, it was a cop-out. I figured I’d try to play along best I could without getting too confrontational, knowing that devout fundamentalists like Miss Martha tend to shut down or lash out when they realize they are about to lose a religious or logical argument. I also started to notice that sharp smell of vinegar that hung over the house seemed more intense the longer I stayed there. It was starting to sting my eyes and burn my nostrils.

Wes: Then please enlighten me. I would like to know more about your beliefs.

Martha: Oh I can testify till my heart’s content, but it’s not my place to show you the heavens and explain their wonders. That is for Metatron, the voice of God.

Wes: Ah, see I know of Metatron. He IS an angel. You mostly see his name in Jewish texts—

Martha: —(shakes her head and takes a harsh vocal tone) I do not think you know anything, Mr. Cotten. You spout things you’ve heard from in books but you don’t understand the true meanings. You don’t FEEL it as someone with faith does.

Wes: Then how am I supposed to understand? How am I supposed to find what I’m looking for?

Martha: (calms down) You find it by searching… inside. Some of it you will find. Some of it will find you. You are not faithful enough to receive messages from the Metatron. The unfaithful receive messages from Bosunepcron. I expect that’s where YOU will begin finding what you are looking for.

Wes: Bosunepcron? That’s… I’m not familiar with that term.

At this point, the smell had become nearly unbearable. It made my head hurt. My nostrils weren’t inflamed or swollen, anymore but the smell felt like it was eating away at my nasal lining. It didn’t smell like vinegar anymore. It was sharp and dull at the same time. Kind of like a caustic chemical but worse. I’ve never smelled anything that pungent before in my life. I figured it was because this woman was freaking me out and brain was using the smell as an alarm to coerce me to leave.

Martha: God has a voice. By your text book smarts, I suppose you would figure that those unlike God would have one too. That would make sense to an educated boy like yourself, wouldn’t it?

Wes: Then it’s the Devil’s voice?

Martha: (shakes her head) You have so much to learn my young man.

A loud knocking (3 times to be precise) suddenly came from inside a room down the hallway that connected to the living room where we were sitting. It startled me, but Miss Martha seemed unperturbed. Behind the door I could hear what sounded like a little child’s voice whining and pleading.

Martha: (yelling) You hush up back there! I told ya you ain’t coming out until you learn right! Bother me again and you’ll do without supper, you hear?

The room in the back goes silent.

Martha: (back to me) You have to discipline them. If you don’t, they’d run all over the place doing God knows what. You understand? (standing up) I’m going to have to send you along. I have a Bible study arriving soon and I have to tidy up.

Miss Martha showed my to the door and I left without a word. My head was throbbing and I was anxious to get out of there. I noticed a lot of Martha’s intimidating neighbors (some gang-bangers amongst them) stared at me intensely as I made my way to my car and drove off. I promised myself I wouldn’t go back there if I didn’t have to.

On the way back I thought seriously about calling child services to check up on Miss Martha and her most current foster child. If she was locking the kid up in a room and denying him food, that would make me sick. After awhile of internal debate, I realized I could have seen things out of context. I’d draw the ire of my volunteer work colleagues if I went off half-cocked and started making accusations without the facts. I decided to let it go for now.

I went straight home and took a nap. When Sarah woke me up, I felt a lot better. The headache was gone and the bad smell only slightly lingered in the air around me. I told Sarah where I went and let her listen to the interview (cutting it off before the knocking). She got really mad at me, pointing out that the police are always busting crystal meth-cooking operations in the houses in that neighborhood. She said Miss Martha was probably forcing her foster children to make meth in the other part of the house and the fumes are what made me feel so sick.

She also told me I should drop this research if it was going to send me out to the worst parts of the city. I know she’s scared for my safety but this stuff is too interesting not to follow up on so I’m going to continue with my research. Hopefully Sarah can live with that. She’s seemed a little sad and distant every since I started, but I’m taking her out to The Rendezvous this weekend. That ought to cheer her up.

Looks like my trail of leads is running dry. I have to locate “Rodney the Bum” and hopefully he’ll give me an interview and a new direction to go in.

**NOTE FROM COOP** I’ve found a few references to “Bosunepcron” in Wes’s notes. He didn’t have a definition for it, but I did some web research and found a few things. I’ll put it all in a post very soon.  As for the “Rodney the Bum” interview, I’m still hunting…

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