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Rereading Doctor Sleep before hitting my annual reread of NOS4A2 on December 1st . ..

Yet I have a few strained questions that baffle me. The True Knot always seemed like a group of people that Charlie would not have gotten along with. Charlie is not weak minded, but he certainly can be naive at times. Especially in his younger years of immortality. The several shout outs toward Charlie and Christmasland in this book are few and far spread, but there. One in particular has all sorts of questions floating through my head. The decals and bumper stickers on the RVs these people drive. The one in particular : " I helped trim the World's Biggest Tree in Christmasland " . Now was this a rhetorical statement ? Or claiming they know about Christmasland ? Or had they tricked Charlie , like they tricked so many others into allowing them inside ? Or had they seen through the eyes of another within Christmasland ? Perhaps this was the moment why Charlie mentions that he and the True hold a truce of sorts ? Something down the line of staying out of each other's way. I cannot see Charlie being okay with how they possess their immortality. Since they in fact ruthlessly torture children to obtain their steam. " There is the True Knot, who live on the road and are in much the same line of work as myself. I leave them be and they are glad to return the favor. " That maybe something happened during that claimed visit. That they had to make compromise. Or hell, they planted thoughts onto him. That the decal in itself was a violent wisecrack toward Manx on what they might have done there.

Perhaps we shall never know the canon aspect of that meeting, however. . I am very prone to saying they planted thoughts onto him, after they caught him off guard or harmed him through the Wraith. That the decal, is in fact, a very cruel and violently implied wisecrack toward Manx and Christmasland.

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The Conversion and Evolution of Christmasland :

The birth year of Christmasland and The Wraith equate the same. 1938 was the year Charles Talent Manx the III and family had died. Once he brought the car home his fate had been sealed. Tied to her as if invisible chains locked onto his very soul. Inevitable lifeline that would eventually blur inward and template as his shadow. The only way in and out of Christmasland.

This is purely book influenced , among others ; ( Peter Pan, Pied Piper , Christmas Carol etc )tethered to various headcanons solely of my own creation.

This excludes the show's capability of Victoria McQueen being able to enter Christmasland. Without the Wraith guiding her, she will never enter it's gates through the rock face or her bridge. The farthest she would obtain would be out hundreds of miles away from the park onto St. Nick Parkway ; which harbors immense danger when concerning it's flora and fauna. Another safety precaution that is heavily mixed with my own headcanons and Dark Carousel influences.

But we won't get into the Wraith just yet, let us dabble into the mystery which envelopes Christmasland as a whole in both book and show. Even though one should note that she is the instrument of Christmasland. So she will be mentioned throughout.

I.

My version of Christmasland is a blending of them both. The show aspect that it had been Charlie who thought of it since the beginning, this I intend to keep. With the help of his two children, who only one had made it into the show. In the book there are two with the Manx bloodline. Two precious , beautiful, little girls. Millicent Manx that most of you know, and Lorrie Manx. I intend to suggest he has/had both, depending on verses. Lorrie may have perished to illness at an early age, or have died due to some other cause. Unless someone becomes interested in taking her up..she will remain as a deceased character in multiple verses. Lorrie will not be forgotten on this blog.

At that time, Christmasland was just that. Stories to tell to his daughters. Imaginary , untouchable. Like an itch one just couldn't quite scratch. Having forgotten how to tap into the unseen. Or questioning if he had at all back in his youth. The memory more tattered than reserved. ( As if Peter Pan had forgotten how to fly. )

If not haunted by phantom images of this burnt sky harrowing over abdominal snowmen ( no, not yetis.. actual snowmen )with eyes of furious infliction, protecting a boy already broken. That boy being Charles. Bits and pieces of a memory equivocal, but always present in their fragmented reels. Christmasland would gradually be built onto these same reels, if not subconsciously when fantasizing over his children being allowed to just be children. To have joy and laughter. Which wasn't capable in their current reality during the Great Depression. His very own children had to be put to work in a field on a farm he loathed more than anything. It was a life that could have made anyone empty on the inside. An emptiness that still ached.

Which is why Trauma House becomes erected out amid the outskirts of the park. A name given by loving fans, that we all kind of ran with. Due to the park being built onto reels already tainted, it slipped into creation. Mostly show influenced. It harbors his worst sets of trauma within those walls. That we'll gradually lay out in the future.

II. That does not mean he hadn't been tricked by Nicholas ( Nick ) LeMarc over a real life Christmasland. No, the stories this LeMarc spewed enticed him out of his mortgage because his words had been so enthralling due to his own stories that suddenly morphed now into possibility by another man's praise. A chance for his children to be children again. He leapt at the possibility to see those little faces light up again with joy. Strictly book influenced. Yet it had been when Charlie started to speculate he had been taken for a fool by this LeMarc, or how his wife mocked him over it harshly. Nagging him a worthless fool. It was here that he and Wraith both began to merge into each other's prowess. Triggered by the familiar turmoil which rippled the veil wide open. The scorn that ragged endless , the rift between him and the backseat pooled from whatever abyssal state of mind that cried for relief from her devastating persecution. Denying her ever the chance of laying her hands on him.

Fueled by his own pain, as well as the pain of his children -- you see, she never liked that car -- because such, she was the first to be denied. The first to die and never to rise. Blood spilt onto the back seat as two growing girls needed to eat, and all they had was the spoiled flesh of their ungrateful mother. She never believed in Christmasland you see, or him for that matter. So her life was spent.

Three tokens in exchange of making their dreams come true. Thoughts spilling out into reality as Wraith tore through the false gates to the lights just over the horizon. Where both little girls now fully turned , knew the truth was but a few miles more down the road. Encouraging their now turned, younger father to seek the second star to the right and straight on til' morning. This is highly book influenced.

The sky of this inscape changes on whim of moods spun. Purely book influenced. Dark and gloomy ? Red , like ice spawned fire. Or the vibrant serenity of the Northern lights being paraded around in the false sky harboring a moon mimicking his very own face plastered across the surface. Christmasland in show was portrayed as a rather dark but somewhat gloomy place, but not nearly as dark as it had been in the books. My draw on Christmasland is definitely more book oriented. The children are much more violent, with etches of adult like thoughts and corruption pivoting knowledge out onto how they may or may not skin their prey alive to devour later. The animals depicted among them are much more of a macabre threat, especially in park but also presentable out on the St. Nick Parkway. Ferocious monsters of wildest fantasy. Nothing is off limits.

The maze is more than just ice walls and dead end games. With booby traps that could strip your flesh from bones, walls that morphed into faceless mouths that carried a canvas of teeth. Snow covered ground that caved into an endless maw of serpent tongues with razor teeth at every contour. The rides and carney games even have possessive states of mind that mimic the Wraith, and just as violently cruel. Inanimate objects could suddenly animate, from toys to clothing. Devious forms of violence and torture. An endless amount of possibility that was untouched in show.

Outside of Christmasland these things could be killed within the right application, or evaporate into static. Inside Christmasland, they would just regenerate or respawn all together. Manx , and his very special biological children on the other hand, held much more sway over death. It would not be uncommon for them to come back .. one way or the other. Book influenced with added headcanons.

More to come |

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Feeling a little under the weather the past couple of days, so my intention of popping out replies left and right has become stalled regrettably.  Not certain if it was food poisoning or a bug going around. Only that it lingered far longer than it should have.      

       On other notes .. this line in particular has me speculating on Charlie’s relationship dives. “ I'll admit Vic McQueen has stoked a fire I've long struggled to keep dormant. “ This love at first sight with the “ I must make her mine “ in tow. It’s adorable as it is sad.

I’m sure there may have been less of a denial with Jolene July, cause he was fresh off his own 1940s death bed. Considerably young with his developments under that periodic innocence. Remnants of his human life. Yet the fault remains the same in the end. What little love he had been shown with Cassandra , his first wife - especially in the beginning. Developed into a drug for him, so when she took it away , the relationship was no better than what he had with his own mother. Churning into resenting his very existence. Banishing him outside because she refused to give him proper affection.

Parallel to Cassandra banishing him to work himself to death to appease her needs. Their children were no different, often put to work too, where the line from Charlie’s youth resurfaced on the lips of his wife and attached itself to his darling daughter (s) with such ugly scorn. Robbing her of her youth.  He had become the burden of both mother and wife.        When Jolene takes that route upon refusing the ring, Charlie in his rejection associated it with his past rejections which often turned to violence. That it was the violence that accompanies which he was growing to crave. Germinating into a full fledged trauma at that point. He buries more trauma than he should and it eventually suffocates him without him fully comprehending in it doing so. That in the end it all narrows down to his inscape. That according to these rejections, he is nothing without it. Thus why it eventually becomes an attractive quirk as wealth would be for some. Which prompts him to show the next woman of interest his inscape before popping the question that would tie them. Though having gotten away from the point I was trying to make; his denial to keep such desire at bay is not because he shuns the affection or the qualified perversion in which it could conjure. Or the distraction it could merit, cause the man yearns for touch.  But deep down he fears the hurt that would be inevitable, a hurt that reopens a wound he had allowed to scab and scar for a time. A hurt he eventually can not differentiate. An emotional stain that is often taxed under the wall of rage.

Yet with Victoria McQueen it was becoming more like an expectancy , that maybe this was how it was suppose to be. With love comes pain. Conjuring such a thrill. With pleasure births violence. Allowing her to play hard to get with what the mundane would dub down right abusive. Yet Charles Talent Manx was never normal, not even when he had been human.

It’s a chase that he thirsts after in more ways than one, especially now that his more predatory traits have become a dominant role. His children needing a mother would ferry an excuse that was in fact true, but often not the triggering factor which would cause him to leap. Judging by some quotes of his in the book insinuating Charlie holding a very high libido. A man has needs and his has been denied for far too long that he has become touch starved.

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                        𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍

                                        ᴴᵘˢᵏˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵉʳ ˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ

                              ʳᵉᶜᵒᵐᵖᵉᶰˢᵉᵈ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᶤᵐᵐᵒʳᵗᵃˡᶤᶻᵉᵈ ᶤᶰᶰᵒᶜᵉᶰᶜᵉ

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             After finally having gotten to reading/listening to the Dark Carousel short within the Full Throttle collection. It has come to my attention that it is completely canon for things to bleed into the real world from Christmasland and easily take residence there amongst the living. No, not just the Children either. Leaning more toward the macabre terrors of the flora and fauna of the park itself.  Or inanimate objects becoming a living, breathing force of nature. Such as the cat which had been contributed to the Wild Wheel antique carousel, from Manx himself. A supposed inanimate prop that had slaughtered a teenage girl. I’m sure my ill mind will come up with some good horrors of my own to terrorize my partners with in the long run.

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♪ " Dօ վօմ ҟղօա ահąէ į ҟղօա?              ᴵᶰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵃˡᵃᶜᵉ ʷᵃʳᵐ˒ ᵐᶤᵍʰᵗʸ ᵏᶤᶰᵍ    Dօ վօմ ҟղօա ահąէ į ҟղօա?                A Ƈнιℓ∂, α Ƈнιℓ∂  ѕнινєяѕ ιη тнє cσℓ∂                               ᴸᵉᵗ ᵘˢ ᵇʳᶤᶰᵍ ʰᶤᵐ ˢᶤˡᵛᵉʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵍᵒˡᵈ  “ ♪

𝑇𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡

𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑙��𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑗𝑜𝑦,  𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔

                               - 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑎 𝐶𝘩𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡.

                              𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝐷𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑡

       𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 , 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝il𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑤

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Ƭнє Ƒαтнєя & Ɗαυgнтєя

𝐴 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟

𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦, 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 :

𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠

                       𝑇𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑖𝑟  𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑎,

                𝑆𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑖𝑔𝘩

                𝑆𝘩𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒.

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The Monsters Within

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WHAT MONSTER FROM THE FOLKLORE PROTECTS YOU?

Myling

Lost… alone… unwanted… unnamed… abandoned… forgotten. Such is the petrifying fate of the Myling children; children born to poverty-stricken women. Children who are abandoned or killed, their remains hidden, forgotten by time. Their souls are fated to forever roam  this Earth, searching for their bodies, their names, the love they  never had the chance to experience. Mylingar cries can be  heard, mournfully echoing from deep within the misty woods, luring  travelers into to investigate. The deeper they venture into the  unforgiving branches, the further from civilization they strayed, the  faster they approached their deaths. The myling would attach themselves  to the traveler’s back, demanding that they are carried to the  graveyard so they can rest in hallowed ground. With every step the  ill-fated traveler takes, the heavier the myling becomes until the  traveler collapses into the soil from exhaustion. If they cannot regain  their footing and make it to the graveyard… the myling will kill them  in a fit of rage. You are perceptive and often childish, these  are the traits that connects the Myling to you. Your body may mature but  your mind remains youthful. Growing up never held any appeal towards  you, especially since the adult life seems too complicated. If it were  up to you, you could remain a child forever. Free from commitment,  constraint and responsibilities, living life to have fun. Just be  careful what you wish for.

Wishes have a peculiar way of coming true…