The Anderson Cube

"Miss Anderson..." Came the voice from the void and I sat up in bed wide eyed and staring... I was in a place I knew .. a street and it was quiet.  It was early dawn and before the rest of the world had awoken... but something was different... something was wrong.  I stepped out of my bed which immediately vanished from view and walked along the street past an old school I used to attend as a small child when my attention was caught by something up on the rooftops.  I could not see it at first but then it came clear... its body was human and yet it had wings and sometimes it would change from being a man to being a pigeon. 
Then he saw me and flew down and landed in front of me, somewhat surprised and perhaps a little angry that I could see him.  Terrified I screamed "What do you want?  What do you want??"
The creature flickered his form from bird to man and settled upon a form somewhere in between. His eyes purest black and his cheeks red like rosy apples.  He stepped forth and I was afraid of him... his answer came to my head without him moving his lips "CARRIER PIGEON!" He replied over and over inside of my head "CARRIER PIGEON!"

I gazed up at him, tall and foreboding and quite the scariest thing I ever saw.  His hand grabbed my arm and more words and images came to my mind to tell me the message that I must carry... and give to the final recipient - his name I did not know, his location I did not know... and yet I was to be the messenger.

The images flashed through my mind, cubical, square in every sense.. a universal shape, something to make them think.. a rock that makes them stumble.. a rock that makes them fall.

This dream as all dreams ended.. yet it did not end for he remained holding my arm and to this day still I feel his grasp - his messages come forth and fill my brain with geometry and knowledge far exceeding my capabilities - I know not what this means or why.. but I have it in my brain... and it will not go away.

I sought out help, no psychiatrist nor psychologist knew anything about the occult or Daemons or indeed Angels and so I set about finding someone who could help, and turned to the Rosicrucian order, one of the greatest occult societies in the world.  I showed them the cubical configuration handed to me by the creature of my dreams, only to be told that this was not of dreams nor nightmares but it was a code, and only a very very secret order affiliated with the Rosicrucians knew anything about it.  After much deliberation I finally was able to discern the name of this order, so secret that those who are in it do not tell the name of it, nor even admit to being in its ranks, and feverently deny its existence to the point of death.  Why so secret?  Because this order has a secret, keeps a secret from the general public and from those who would misuse that secret.  I heard them whisper, I listened to their words and heard the name "Archangel.." and it echoed in my mind over and over and I somehow knew this was the secret society that I needed to find, they could help me, they could tell me what the code was and why I was given it, and more importantly who I was to give it to.
One night I waited outside their temple in Leeds, England, as the Rosicrucians left and followed one of them, one I knew must be in Archangel, it was the recognition of the symbols that did it - he was the one who told me about it, but then how would he know unless he was in it?  He was a very tall, black man by the name of Lewis.
I followed him down the back streets of Leeds, and it seemed for a moment that he knew he was being followed.. not to worry, I continued and followed him to a rather imposing building.  It was half hidden by trees and shrubbery and looked like a very old but impressive mansion.

There I waited as Lewis went inside.  A few moments later another man came out.  He was dressed somewhat old fashioned suit with a red jacket.  He went straight to where I was hiding in the bushes.  "Come out.. we know you are there..."  Came his rasping voice, and I could not ignore it.
"I sought you out... I have something you may be interested in." I replied.
"More than you realise... " He replied and shook my hand "The name's LeMarchand..."  He grinned.  "Welcome to Archangel..."

As we walked into the building, he closed the door.  "I believe you may have one of our cubes..."  He said leading me through to what was obviously a Masonic temple.
There in a circle sat the members of Archangel, one of them stood up and came over to us.  "My name is Elijah DeCourt..." He said and shook my hand also.  "I am assigned your guide and mentor by our Grand Master LeMarchand..."

I was then introduced to the senior members of Archangel, and one of them bore a special ring that I knew only belonged to one person, Count St. Germain.  I have no proof that it was him, but the design was impeccable.

"What you saw, Miss Anderson, was meant for us."  Continued LeMarchand.  We have no less than 299 of those cubes and yours makes it 300.. 300 cubes Miss Anderson, 300 gateways to the dark side..."  He grinned sadistically as he observed my reactions "300 gateways to hell... each with a different configuration..."

"But why?" I asked, terrified yet curious.  Elijah gave a reassuring nod as if telling me not to worry.  LeMarchand smiled and clicked his fingers. In the middle of the circle there arose a cube, an unusual configuration quite different to my own but very similar. LeMarchand places his hands upon the cube and it moved in ways that defied explanation, making geometric shapes, movements and codes.
"The members of Archangel keep the secret..." He began in reply.  "Those who are given the secret become members of Archangel, and work together.  The members are born.. not made. Their previous lives geared towards the here and now... we have known you and you have known us ... forever..."

Words came to me, and I found myself asking "Am I a hellraiser...?"
LeMarchand and Elijah both nodded in reply. "As are we all..."  LeMarchand continued.  "Show me what you have been given, that we might add it to our others and finally be able to both open.. and close.. the gateways.  For without your cube we cannot close them."
As if in trance I sat down and started drawing.. and drawing and still drawing till the cube configuration was finished.
"Tell me something..." I asked as I handed the drawings to LeMarchand "How does my configuration close them?"
"Every key needs a lock..."  Was all he said in reply before vanishing into the shadows.
Next thing I remember was waking up.. as if nothing had happened to me.. and yet on my right hand on my middle finger was a ring.. a silver ring bearing the inscription "Archangel." and a pictogram of a cube.
I have heard that LeMarchand is a master of time and space and has used my configuration given to me by the Angel, and he has given it to others and shown them things.  I have met one of those people recently, and he goes by a nickname "Landofshadows"  I shall not reveal his true name for it is not the right time.  He explains that he too has had contact with LeMarchand and through the Anderson configuration he has cracked some codes that even the esteemed members of Archangel could not.. not even St. Germain. I remain a member of this organisation.. its headquarters move all the time and its members are incognito and cannot be traced... one day they will crack the codes of the gateways to hell and something will happen...

But to the rest of the world... they do not exist...