Jacobo Grinberg's Hidden Laboratory, Coyoacán, Mexico City
The terror that Jacobo Grinberg's revelations about Porfirio Díaz and the century-long plan for Cthulhu's awakening had sown in Seraphina and Rafael still hung, dense and cold, in the laboratory air. Ruth Cerezo, noticing their shock, guided them to another section of the archives, one that seemed to deal with industrial and geological analyses.
"There is more," Ruth said quietly, her expression a mixture of the fatigue of a researcher who has seen too much and the urgency of sharing a dangerous truth. "Jacobo didn't just investigate people and legends. He followed the trail of energy, of resources, of... anomalous infrastructures. And he found patterns that pointed to manipulation on a planetary scale."
She opened a folder containing detailed reports, energy production graphs, and what appeared to be spectral analyses of atmospheric emissions. "During his investigations into the anomalous influence in Tampico and Díaz's possible connection with non-human entities," she explained, "Jacobo stumbled upon an industrial practice that, although known, had never been examined under this... particular light. I am referring to the flaring of natural gas by PEMEX, our state-owned oil company."
Seraphina and Rafael exchanged a confused glance. What did the oil industry have to do with Cthulhu and Porfirio Díaz?
"For years, decades even," Ruth continued, displaying nocturnal satellite photographs of Mexico where countless flares could be seen burning in the oil fields, "PEMEX has been systematically flaring enormous quantities of natural gas directly at its wells. Not using it to generate energy efficiently, not processing it for sale or distribution... simply burning it, day and night, a constant and wasteful torch towards the sky, visible even from space."
"Jacobo," Ruth said, and her eyes shone with the memory of her mentor's genius, "theorized that this massive and continuous flaring was not merely a matter of economic waste or technical inefficiency, as had always been officially argued. It was, in his opinion, a deliberate act, on a massive industrial scale, with a much darker purpose: to prepare the atmosphere and, crucially, to lower the vibrational frequency of planet Earth, to create a persistent dissonance in Gaia's energy field, making her more vulnerable, more... porous to external influences."
Ruth then turned to a series of Grinberg's more esoteric notes, where his scientific theories intertwined with a profound understanding of mystical geology and planetary consciousness.
"And here," she said, her voice barely a whisper, "is where Jacobo connected this industrial practice with an even deeper and more revolutionary understanding of what petroleum truly means." She showed diagrams Grinberg had drawn, where the vast crude oil reserves were not just deposits of fossilized organic matter, but something more.
"He came to the conclusion," Ruth explained, "that petroleum, in its deepest essence, is not just the result of millions of years of decomposition of prehistoric life. It is, in a very real and terrible sense, a way in which Gaia, the living and sentient consciousness of this planet, had encapsulated, neutralized, and healed the energetic scars and dimensional toxins left by cosmic confrontations of previous eons. Stellar wars whose irradiating debris fell upon Earth, impacts from Void entities, tears in the fabric of reality... Gaia, in her infinite capacity for regeneration, absorbed them, transmuted them over geological eras, buried them deep within her being as a form of... sacred planetary pus, converting chaotic or alien energies into a dense and relatively inert substance."
A shiver ran down Seraphina's spine. The idea was monstrous, and yet, it possessed a strange and terrible logic.
"And it was Porfirio Díaz, again," Ruth continued, her voice now laden with the weight of Grinberg's final revelation, "or the alien intelligence guiding him, who, according to Jacobo's findings, drove forward, with a very long-term strategic vision, the massive use and indiscriminate burning of petroleum. Not just in Mexico, where he nationalized and expanded the industry, but in concert with his northern counterparts – the emerging oil barons in the United States of the early 20th century, the European industrialists who were beginning to see the unlimited potential of this new energy source."
"It wasn't just for 'progress' or 'industrial wealth,' although that was the facade presented to the world and what most human actors believed," Ruth affirmed, quoting directly from Grinberg's conclusions. "The underlying objective, dictated by the same influence that had prepared the way for the Primeval One, was to lower Gaia's natural vibrational frequency, massively and sustainedly. By extracting and uncontrollably burning this 'old' and contaminated blood of the Earth, this neutralized and stored cosmic energy, they were re-releasing its original dissonances, its echoes of ancient horrors, weakening Gaia's protective energy field, making the planet's psychic atmosphere more... dense, more receptive to low-vibration influences."
"And thus," Ruth concluded, her voice barely a breath, "make it easier for the return, the full manifestation and anchoring, of entities like Cthulhu, who thrive on low frequencies, on energetic dissonance, on a spiritually weakened and ecologically wounded planet."
Seraphina felt the ground open beneath her feet. "Then... the entire industrial era," she said in a choked voice, "our global dependence on oil... has it been part of this plan from the beginning? A way to unknowingly prepare our own energetic and spiritual tomb?"
Rafael shook his head, his face a mask of horror and contained fury. "To turn Gaia's own ancient healing into the weapon for her desecration and ours... It is a perversity that chills the soul. Díaz, or whatever controlled him, was no simple earthly dictator. He was an architect of a slow-motion apocalypse, a servant of cosmic horrors."
Ruth Cerezo nodded with infinite sadness. "Jacobo believed that everything, absolutely everything, was connected. History, politics, industry, consciousness... and the distant stars. He was about to publish these conclusions, to try and warn the world, when he disappeared without a trace."
Jacobo Grinberg's lost laboratory had become a testament to a conspiracy of unimaginable scale. The struggle for humanity's survival was not just against present alien monsters, but against the machinations of a deeply manipulated past, where historical figures had acted as conscious or unconscious agents of a long-planned cosmic destruction.