you will see that Polly Nichols, Annie Chapman, Long Liz Stride, and Catherine Eddowes were sacrificed where they were to signify the inverted cross in the Hanged Man.”
“Did that work?”
“Sort of. Signing that occult symbol in blood opened the closed path to the astral plane.”
“To a time warp?”
“If you like.”
“To a wormhole?” the Goth added.
“I didn’t know it as a wormhole back then. With Einstein yet to be born, there was no expounded theory of relativity. I thought in terms of the theory of the Order of the Golden Dawn—Mathers, Crowley, Stoker, and Waite, the member who drew this card. Wormhole, time warp, astral plane. It matters not what term we use—all lead to the other dimension of the occult realm.”
“Why did you remove the organs?”
“To eat,” the Ripper said. “But that doesn’t matter. As long as the sacrifice sheds human blood.”
“To sign the cross?”
“ And the triangle.”
The Ripper licked his lips as if savoring his last taste of blood. The tips of both canines peeked down from behind his upper lip like Dracula’s bloodsuckers.
“Back to the card. You see the triangle hidden in it? Both arms are folded behind the Hanged Man’s back to straight-line its base. The top of his inverted head—as indicated by the nimbus—is the tip of the obscure occult symbol. The triangle—or triad—signifies the number three. There are three sides to the triangle.”
Another nod. “Did you sign that in blood?”
“Yes, in the way I ripped Mary Jane Kelly to shreds in Room 13 of Miller’s Court.”
“To do what?”
“Project my astral double into the astral plane.”
“Your consciousness?”
“Or doppelgänger. Choose the term you like. The effect of signing the triad in her blood was my astral projection.”
“How?”
“Four times three equals what?”
“Twelve,” the Goth replied.
“The number of the Hanged Man. Multiplying the tetrad four of the cross by the triad three of the triangle equates to the Magick number twelve on this card to complete a cycle of occult manifestation. E = MC 2 . Energy, mass and the speed of light are interrelated. By astral projection, I hurled the energy of my mind into the astral plane of the occult realm. Quod superius, sicut inferius. ‘As above, so below.’ Since what’s ‘up there’ projects ‘down here,’ as soon as my astral double vanished into the other dimension of the time warp—of the wormhole—the past reality of Jack the Ripper’s autumn of terror in London, 1888, disappeared as well.”
“You vanished?”
“I time-traveled. That’s why they didn’t nick me. Jack escaped to the future reality of what is now present-day Vancouver.”
“Why here?” the Goth asked.
“Because of my mistake.”
“The third symbol?”
“Right. I read the nimbus wrong. See how the belt and the braid down the front of the Hanged Man’s jacket form a second cross? And how his collar joins with the nimbus around his head to form a circle? Combined, they seem to signify an inverted Mirror of Venus, the ancient occult sign for the female sex.”
“A circle atop a cross. The symbol’s still in use.”
“I know. Which compounded my error. The Hanged Man signifies sacrifice to obtain occult power. But sacrifice of whom? Of women, the symbol suggested. That’s why I ripped those whores in the East End: to sign the third symbol in blood. When astral projection landed me here in Vancouver, I knew I had made a mistake.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t end up where I wanted to go. Yes, I’d found the time warp into the occult realm, but I couldn’t control the power surging around me. Somehow, I had read the Hanged Man wrong. Tarot power is controlled by those who interpret the symbols in a proper deck correctly. Instead, the power of the Tarot controlled me, projecting me unwillingly here to serve its purpose.”
“What purpose?”
“We’re together, aren’t we? The mistake I made as Jack the
“Did that work?”
“Sort of. Signing that occult symbol in blood opened the closed path to the astral plane.”
“To a time warp?”
“If you like.”
“To a wormhole?” the Goth added.
“I didn’t know it as a wormhole back then. With Einstein yet to be born, there was no expounded theory of relativity. I thought in terms of the theory of the Order of the Golden Dawn—Mathers, Crowley, Stoker, and Waite, the member who drew this card. Wormhole, time warp, astral plane. It matters not what term we use—all lead to the other dimension of the occult realm.”
“Why did you remove the organs?”
“To eat,” the Ripper said. “But that doesn’t matter. As long as the sacrifice sheds human blood.”
“To sign the cross?”
“ And the triangle.”
The Ripper licked his lips as if savoring his last taste of blood. The tips of both canines peeked down from behind his upper lip like Dracula’s bloodsuckers.
“Back to the card. You see the triangle hidden in it? Both arms are folded behind the Hanged Man’s back to straight-line its base. The top of his inverted head—as indicated by the nimbus—is the tip of the obscure occult symbol. The triangle—or triad—signifies the number three. There are three sides to the triangle.”
Another nod. “Did you sign that in blood?”
“Yes, in the way I ripped Mary Jane Kelly to shreds in Room 13 of Miller’s Court.”
“To do what?”
“Project my astral double into the astral plane.”
“Your consciousness?”
“Or doppelgänger. Choose the term you like. The effect of signing the triad in her blood was my astral projection.”
“How?”
“Four times three equals what?”
“Twelve,” the Goth replied.
“The number of the Hanged Man. Multiplying the tetrad four of the cross by the triad three of the triangle equates to the Magick number twelve on this card to complete a cycle of occult manifestation. E = MC 2 . Energy, mass and the speed of light are interrelated. By astral projection, I hurled the energy of my mind into the astral plane of the occult realm. Quod superius, sicut inferius. ‘As above, so below.’ Since what’s ‘up there’ projects ‘down here,’ as soon as my astral double vanished into the other dimension of the time warp—of the wormhole—the past reality of Jack the Ripper’s autumn of terror in London, 1888, disappeared as well.”
“You vanished?”
“I time-traveled. That’s why they didn’t nick me. Jack escaped to the future reality of what is now present-day Vancouver.”
“Why here?” the Goth asked.
“Because of my mistake.”
“The third symbol?”
“Right. I read the nimbus wrong. See how the belt and the braid down the front of the Hanged Man’s jacket form a second cross? And how his collar joins with the nimbus around his head to form a circle? Combined, they seem to signify an inverted Mirror of Venus, the ancient occult sign for the female sex.”
“A circle atop a cross. The symbol’s still in use.”
“I know. Which compounded my error. The Hanged Man signifies sacrifice to obtain occult power. But sacrifice of whom? Of women, the symbol suggested. That’s why I ripped those whores in the East End: to sign the third symbol in blood. When astral projection landed me here in Vancouver, I knew I had made a mistake.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t end up where I wanted to go. Yes, I’d found the time warp into the occult realm, but I couldn’t control the power surging around me. Somehow, I had read the Hanged Man wrong. Tarot power is controlled by those who interpret the symbols in a proper deck correctly. Instead, the power of the Tarot controlled me, projecting me unwillingly here to serve its purpose.”
“What purpose?”
“We’re together, aren’t we? The mistake I made as Jack the
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