“Shut up, fat man; just take me to my destination!” Buer spit at him, a gob in his face but it was of no consequence to the king, he just turned about, gave it little attention if any.

Demonic beings can do many things: such as, transforming themselves into heavier forms than one might think, and Phrygian, was not simply a ghost, as one might think he was, the closer he got to Hell, the more his form turned into a greater mass, a different kind of dimension, a mass of matter different than flesh, more like the water in the river, like syrup. It is the law of the Universe, you become part of the matter of your environment if you want to survive; if you are in space, you become particles of that matter, and space and time is different. If you are on earth, you become physical, or else you have to hide in the dark shadows of earth; and accordingly, if you are in the Gulf, you are a ghost in dark form, by the gates of hell it becomes more so, you become more matter, and substance. It is the way it is.

King in the Boat

What was the king really thinking about in the boat—his mind was surely in deep thought, could it had been life should had been made more simple than what he made it out to be? Oh yes, questions to be answered, to be thought out, to be reviewed and analyzed and surmised and possibly disguised if they produced too much pain.

It might be she [Ais] did not want to go with him, left him just because he did not know how to team with her. She was always wanting to. ‘What had she wanted,’ he asked himself sitting in the boat, “Well, never mind,” he mumbled, “it’s too late now….” He kept thinking of her though, all through the voyage.

“Give me the details of what will take place once we get to the gates?” asked Phrygian, to whom was he speaking, no one knew and no one answered, and he did not ask again. The moisture in the air was thick, thick almost like the water, like he was becoming slowly (like Jell-O to the physical world).