December 31, 1964 - January 2, 1965
Thursday, December 31, 1964
I was invited to a so-called New Years Eve party at the estate of one Magdalena Carter in the Hollywood Hills. Mrs. Carter lives in the Alden House, a place built decades ago by the famous architect, Frank LLoyd Wright. The house is interesting, incorporating elements of Mesoamerican architecture, and quasi-occult symbology engraved into the reinforced concrete. I could tell soon after entering that the ambient mana in the place was unusual.
I was driven to the party by a man named Holmes. Along the way we picked up an actress, Kit, whose connection to Mrs. Carter and the Prometheans I still can't figure. She seems entirely mundane in nature, with no real interest or knowledge in the occult. We were the first to arrive at the party. The house was beautiful, with exquisite grounds and interior design, and an amazing view of Los Angeles. The next guest to arrive was a man named Kuranes.
Kuranes struck me as a bit of an eccentric, but I like eccentrics. I later came to find out that he was a truly talented magician, with a command of a wide variety of incantations. I think it is unusual for one so young to be so skilled. I believe he is a prodigy, an up-and-coming master of the arcane. I hope to be able to learn a few things from him. Ever since my days with Wei in San Francisco, I have been without anyone to study with or learn from.
The next guests to arrive were Elaine Baxter and Jonathan Angel. Much like Kuranes, they seemed eccentric and in many ways lost in their own worlds. We did not do much mingling, to be honest. They kept to themselves, engaged with their gadgets. Elaine had a few cameras, one of which appeared very unusual, and was photographing everything in sight. I got the impression that she was not interested in the architecture, either. Jonathan had some sort of scientific instrument that he was using to... well, I don't really know what it was for. It was some kind of electronic device. Both Elaine and Jonathan have some paranormal gifts, but I do not believe they are schooled in magic. Jonathan exhibited an ability to sense things in time, both past and present.
It was not long after Elaine and Jonathan arrived that we had found ourselves in trouble. Kit left with her husband, Steven, as soon as he arrived with the scientist. She was upset about him for something, and we did not see them again that night. What did happen, though, was that Elaine found an old radio from the 1920s and started messing with it. I don't know why she did that, but suffice it so say, if she gets an idea in her head she acts on it. She does not seem like the type to wait around. It turns out the radio was not as it seemed, and housed an elaborate magical device. When Elaine turned the knobs, a thunderous sound boomed out, and the chatter of a thousand voices in a thousand languages reached my ears. It was nonsense as far as I could tell. Shortly thereafter, a more sinister voice spoke out, announcing that at last it had escaped and at last we would serve it. The sinister voice and the situation with the radio caused us more than a little distress. Elaine pulled a gun and shot the thing. All this did was make a hole in the radio.
It was at this point that the final guest arrived with a ring at the door. I answered, and looked up at the largest Indian man I had ever seen. His name was Genda, and he was a quiet and reflective seeming fellow. I think he was about four times my size! He came inside and made immediately for the sandwiches at the bar (and kept going back for more).
Jonathan and Kuranes kept studying the radio. Through some means, Jonathan was able to discern a network of crystals embedded in the radio. Kuranes determined the crystals bore powerful enchantments, and after Kuranes and Jonathan studied the device further, they determined there was dangerous magic at work. Elaine ran outside for some reason and we heard another gunshot. We went to see what had happened, and found that the entire premises had been enclosed in a glowing purple dome, a magical barrier meant to prevent anything from passing. It was evidently bulletproof.
We went back in and set about finding a solution to our predicament. Kuranes analyzed the radio. Elaine worked on developing her photos, and I cooked some food for the seemingly insatiable Jinda (the various weapons hidden around the kitchen were an interesting decorating choice as well...). Kuranes determined the magic in the crystals was going to transport the entire house to another plane after about another hour or less. Elaine discovered via her photographs that there was a spirit housed in the painting of Calvin Alden that was watching us. Genda was able to use his psychic powers to communicate with the spirit. He indicated to us that the device had been constructed by Xavier Hellestromme, a powerful mage who had been banished sometime ago, whose fate was unknown. It is entirely conceivable that he had been inadvertently freed by Elaine when she manipulated the radio. Whatever the case, we knew we had to figure out a way to halt the ensorcellment that was upon us.
After some deliberation, we decided to pool our strength and try to counter the plane shifting spell on the crystal. We came together in a magical ritual, and through an exhausting effort, we were able to destroy the spell. The magical barrier outside dissolved soon after, and we were clear. Holmes, who had been spending his time operating the manastat to assist us in our magicking, told us that we had been selected to be the New Prometheans, to work as investigators, troubleshooters, and general problem solvers for the Promethean Foundation. We all gladly accepted, and some of us even moved into the guest houses on the grounds adjacent to the Alden House. I chose the house next to the one where Kuranes was already staying. I look forward to learning more about the foundation, its history and resources, and to some fruitful study of magic, and I think this bunch could all use some home cooked meals.
Friday, January 1st, 1965
I have lived in America for over 30 years, but I still do not consider January 1st the New Year. It makes this whole time of year seem surreal to me, the way I am out of step with everyone else when it comes to having that feeling of starting along the cycle again, with new goals and hopes. For me, it's just the middle of the winter, though that only means so much in Los Angeles.
I started the day with a bicycle ride to the park, and a training session. Today I worked on some of the forms of Luohan Quan, one of the components of Five Ancestors Fist. I will admit that Luohan Quan is probably my weakest area. I started decades ago by studying Fujian White Crane, and have added the other four styles over the years: Da mo, Taizu Changquan, Monkey Fist, and lastly Luohan Quan. I am still by far the most adept at the Fujian White Crane, but in time I believe I will master all of the Five Ancestors Fist, as long as I maintain my studies.
After my morning training session and some breakfast, I got in touch with Holmes, who was kind enough to help me move my things from my efficiency in West Hollywood to the guesthouse at the Alden House. On the way back, we managed to find a few stores that were open, and I got a new leather jacket. If I'm going to be a Private Investigator, I will need to have some new wardrobe options, and I think a leather jacket is a nice addition. My new place is far more spacious, and I am excited to work with the Promethean Foundation, to collaborate with and learn from the talented people they have selected. It is actually quite an honor to have been invited to join them. I was told from a very early age, first by my parents and then by Wei, that I had great potential, with a strong connection to the arcane. It will be nice to finally put this to the test.
After moving in, I spent several hours on thaumatological studies and work, followed by another training session in the early evening, again focusing on Luohan Quan. I can see myself getting into a nice routine of training and study.
So, all in all, today was a lot less eventful than yesterday.
Saturday, January 2nd, 1965
Today was exhausting. I woke up early and took a bicycle ride around the hills, to familiarize myself with my the area around my new home. I found a park with a beautiful view of the city, and I stopped for a couple of hours of Da mo training. Da mo is the component of Five Ancestors Fist that teaches breathing exercises. In some ways, this is the most difficult. It requires great attention to form, and total focus on the moment.
I returned to my new home at midmorning, had a quick breakfast, and spent the rest of the day at work practicing my incantations. I lost track of time, and when I at last stopped, the Sun had already set. My energy was drained from the study, but I went ahead and got a light workout in. I did some cardiovascular conditioning, and went through a few taolu for Luohan Quan. I am going to sleep well tonight.