The Miskatonic Manuscript (Case Files of Matthew Hunter and Chantal Stevens Book 2) by Vin Suprynowicz Read Free Book Online Page A

theorized the drug was interacting with the neurons at certain receptor sites to actually turn the nerve channels into superconductors, what you’re hearing is the electron spin of this process.”
    “You know about this?” asked Worthy.
    “The McKennas figured the vocalization of the harmonics of the harmine-DNA resonance frequency would cancel out the double wave form, dropping the electrical resistance to zero and in effect allowing the neurons to become superconductive, allowing access to the genetically coded memories, which would emerge on the standing wave like a hologram.”
    Matthew saw them both giving him the look. He’d seen it enough to recognize it. It was the look that asked “Is this guy for real, or can he really bullshit that well off the top of his head?”
    “Anyway, skipping a lot of indole neurochemistry that would put most people to sleep, the long and short of it is the tone is a side-effect of a real process in the brain that allows us to access deep-deposit memories, certainly memories from early childhood but possibly even memories implanted long before birth, some kind of group collective memory or consciousness. So, yes, exposing the brain to these tones — some say they’re harmonics of the earth’s actual vibration frequency as it rotates — can certainly enhance psychoactive effects, which is why almost all meditative communities chant in unison on certain frequencies, also why Tibet and Nepal are full of temple bells.”
    “The story says someone with the same name as my great-uncle invented a resonator that did this,” Worthy explained. “The notebook should tell us how much of it was real.”
    “This would be a private notebook, one of a kind, hand-written?”
    “Originally hand-written. Whether at some point a typed copy was created I don’t know.”
    “Most of the known Lovecraft material is in the Hay Library, a block up the hill on Prospect. I’m sure you know that.”
    “My family have always been substantial donors to the university, Matthew. I have free access to the Hay. We’ve searched pretty exhaustively.”
    “OK, Worthy. We can try,” Matthew nodded. “Get Les a copy of the letter that mentioned the notebook, any other details you think might help. But I need to warn you, we maintain lists of things we’re looking for, Marian and I and now Les and Chantal and even Skeezix.”
    Matthew explained it was a numbers game. Not that they just sat around, doing nothing. He explained the automatic Internet searches, watching for somebody to post a rare book online in Chillicothe or County Cork, the e-mails and letters to libraries and descendants and old family law firms. Sometimes they got lucky, but you could also spend a lifetime looking for a manuscript that an author mentioned in a letter, but never got around to writing. “I just don’t want to mislead you that we’re likely to drop everything and go after this one item, full-time.”
    “‘From Beyond’ didn’t just come from nowhere, Matthew. It’s based on a phenomenon that only now, a century later, is gaining credence, that there are objects, entities right around us that can be seen at wavelengths just outside the spectrum of human vision. We know Lovecraft spent part of the summer of 1920 looking into these phenomena.”
    “And is there any family history of your great-uncle Henry having been an inventor, a scientist? Did he leave any records of conducting this kind of experiment?”
    “He was the black sheep of his generation. Always more interested in blowing things up with his chemistry set in the basement than following the family footsteps into shipping and banking and law. When he disappeared the family went through the usual motions, hired private detectives, waited to see if there’d be a ransom note. But you get the idea they were just going through the motions. Not quite the way they would have acted if it had been the son who was expected to take over the family business. My dad