The Yggdrasil Report

Saturday, August 04, 2007

I've been here for a while now. I don't know why they haven't found me yet, but I can't let that get to me. I can't pretend that I'm safe anymore. Every once in a while I'll hear this voice in my head saying that it's okay, it's all a bunch of crap, you can go home now. But it's not. I just know it's not.

I wish I didn't feel so alone in all this. I wish I could just call up one of my friends and tell them everything, and ask them to come meet me here. I've been tempted to. But I know if I get anyone else mixed up in this then they might come to harm. They might even betray me. This is why I feel guilty about even having any of you help me.

I just wish my dad was here. And Pennyworth. I barely even knew him, but after reading what he wrote on my father's website I feel like I do. I've missed my father so much since he disappeared, and then I found this person who had known him since before I was born. He was the closest to my father I have been in three years, yet I didn't listen to a word he said. I feel so unfathomably foolish right now. Pennyworth, I'm sorry. I should have listened to you. I hope I can make it up to you.

I've been looking around for those coordinates. I tore apart my father's notes and found nothing. Then I remembered Heimdall Industries. Written on the back of a newsletter was this:


Could this be one of them? It's not in my handwriting, obviously. It does look familiar though. I wonder if someone was trying to help me?

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Does anyone else have this feeling like something bad's going to happen? I can't quite put my finger on it. I don't entirely understand what's causing it. Obviously, when you have to leave your home and quit your job because people are spying on you and there's Norse gods trying to kick your...nevermind. It sounds ridiculous. That's part of why I can't comprehend it. I've been trying to fight it, I've been trying to understand everything, but it's just too big for me. But it feels so real. Somehow, I know that I play a part in all this. Sadly, I don't even know what "all this" is.

I left town. I listened to Pennyworth. I went to the house I grew up in. Where it used to be, anyway. It's a restaurant now, and the park where I used to play is a Starbucks. Times are changing. I don't know where I'm going to go from here, but I have a plan. I'm not going to stay in one place, but I think I should stay here for a while. As anxious as I am, there's still a sense of calm here.

But is it just the calm before the storm?

Monday, July 09, 2007

I'm not going into work today. In fact, I'm never going back.

ghelman pointed out this link from the Eyes of Woden site. Take a look at it yourselves. Remember those dreams I was having? Well, they were disturbing me so much that I talked to the psychologist at work. The report posted in the above link is word-for-word what I said. In other words, the company I work(ed) for has been feeding information about me to this Eyes of Woden group.

Pennyworth, I'm sorry for doubting you. I think it's time I go underground. Can you help me out?

Sunday, July 08, 2007

"shades of gray..."

Pennyworth, what are you talking about?

Saturday, June 16, 2007

It's been about a month now but I still can't seem to figure this out. Any ideas? Anyone still there?

Thursday, May 17, 2007

These dreams won't stop. I swear, they just get more vivid and disturbing by the day. I talked to the counselor here at work and he was very helpful. Still, they just won't go away. I haven't had much sleep lately because of them.

In other news, Mr. Heimdall and everyone finally returned today. Mr. Heimdall brought a spear with him and set it up in his "museum." It's beautiful, yet strangely familiar. It appears what they did in Russia was a little more than a simple mining operation.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

My internet service was cut off. Sorry.

Work the last few weeks has been busy. Most of the main staff is off in Russia working on the big mining operation. Do executives usually do that? Honestly, it seems like a bigger deal than they're publicly making it out to be.

My job the last few weeks has just been to forward Mr. Heimdall's calls and mail to his private residence across the ocean. It seems like he's going to be there for a while. Aside from that, he's allowed me to translate some of his manuscripts. I don't know why they're so important to him, or how they affect his business, but I think it's best not to ask questions.

Legally, I'm not allowed to say much about them. But I will say that they're very, very interesting. I'll also say that they seem to be rare mythological texts and should probably be kept in museums or studied by professionals, but I'm not complaining. Still, I have to wonder why he wants me of all people to look at them.

I've also been plagued with odd dreams lately. I saw a man who looked terribly familiar speaking before a large crowd. I saw explosions, people fighting, people dying. It was all very disturbing. It would be less hard to deal with if I didn't have the same one every night for the past three weeks.

As for the link posted in my comments...I don't know. I don't believe it.