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A little fiction to refresh the mind.

The ghastly story!

My full name is Asa Ezequiel Rodriguez (Asael is my entire first name; Hebrew name picked from somewhere within the Bible, meaning “God’s right hand”). I used to be just like you, until a fatal accident changed my life entirely…

Are you ready for this true story…?! If you are, grab your popcorn and cozy blanket, and perhaps that baby pacifier you use when nobody is looking. This will become quite a ride as you read on!

One rainy night my parents and I were coming back home, when a heavily drunk asshole hit our Peugeot (that’s a car, for you Americans that do not know) and sent us all to the near Mar Del Plata’s main hospital (Mar Del Plata, Argentina, where I was born and raised). I had been injured pretty badly, and actually much more than my parents; the ambulance couldn’t revive me as I was in a deep unconscious state, losing blood and seizing every five minutes. Once there, the hospital team did everything they could to bring me back to life, but it was too late, for I was dead, gone from this physical plane.

Several minutes later, I don’t know how or why (I just know that nothing that happens to us human beings is random, all has a purpose in life–even when we do not understand what’s happening) but I returned to life, and greatly changed (not just in physical function but in other aspects as well).

Now, I won’t tell you that while dead or unconscious without pulse I saw some brilliant light or angels or pearly gates swung open or anything like that. Let your imagination fly. There is not enough use of good imagination now-a-days, most people just watches reality TV shows where idiots fight over who’s going to use the toilet next and over who used all the toilet paper. It’s pitiful.

After that, to make it shorter, I acquired certain talents or “conscious endowments.” And in the course of many months, I encountered great abilities head-on (granted they weren’t strong yet, but in firm transition or conscious evolution). My parents, of course, weren’t told anything because they would not have understood (you know, religious parents, or “normal-by-this-society” parents). And at the same time, I needed more time for myself and “to find me” (because I had gotten lost at the shopping mall when I went to buy some underwear). Put it simply, I wanted a job where I could meet great experiences, develop great wisdom in those extraordinary lessons from life itself, so I went in search for one.

So, after months’ search for the right one for me, Mr. Hernandez–a Psychic Investigator and a nice man–gave me the opportunity to earn some cash (some pesos), and I joined his ‘Mar Del Retards Paranormal’ agency as an apprentice. (Needless to say, I think he had confused me with a retard, but, to be honest, when I went to my job interview I was loaded with the Novocaine my dentist had pumped in my mouth that morning, so, of course, I was drooling like a river was flowing out of my mouth and I couldn’t talk well; but, on the other hand, that incident did help me get the job, so all worked out great for me.)

Mr. Hernandez had gotten a call from the police dept. to go check out a “especial case for Paranormal Retards”, or a possible murder lead from an “unknown source”. This would be my first case. Although, this time I had stayed at the office because I had needed to use the bathroom very badly, and also because the OfficeMart truck was suppose to deliver a couch and Mr. Hernandez had wanted me to be there to receive it.

The delivery truck was pulling over up front by the sidewalk. You could see the giant display of colors and the words ‘OfficeMart makes it easier to rob your place if you’re not home’ (or some better translation of it from Spanish verbose) printed on the side of it.

Let me now introduce you to the nitty-gritty of the first case which I call…

Booooohh… gives me chills just to think about it… “The Vampire’s Slaughterhouse!”

When Mr. Hernandez came back, we both went to take a look at this ominous house of old-looking existence. To the cellar, where our retarded intuition took us. Once there, my mind was racing. I told myself to calm the fuck down, hold on tight to the three pounds of garlic to scare any vampires, and concentrate! Even having this conscious energy inside of me and this knowledge I had acquired of the supernatural wasn’t enough. I could feel my heart pounding, my hands sweating, while forcing my legs to keep marching to that cellar. And the worst, the smell was getting to me, revolting my stomach. See, I hadn’t shower in a month.

Then I realized night would soon come, and darkness was the perfect playground for any creature or demon. I had to pay attention to signs and sensations, having my surroundings in check at all times, looking for anything with even a teeny tiny presence. Finally we arrived to the cellar–old and partially cracked wood, a few paint scrapings on the doors, vampire vomit all over, and the room smelled like vampires had farted. Very common, I thought.

After we opened wide the heavy doors, we climbed down the stairs…

The first few steps we took were lit by the natural light from the outside (it wasn’t completely dark out yet), then we had to look for the switch to turn on the light as it was getting obscurer. Shit!-– The lights then turned on at the same time, it looked like lightning–a couple of flashes and flickers and then they settled. I noticed it was a large cellar, a lot of red and green blood, and also pee in storage (I had learned these creatures of the night drank the pee of their victims as well, as some kind of ritual), and some boxes containing stuffed Teddy bears on the sides. Did they also sell stuffed bears on the black market…?! Ghastly! Macabre!

A lot of twists and turns. A few rooms at the end, shelves with old and dusty magazines–a lot of vampire’s gay pornography. Everything seemed storage and junk. Suddenly, I tripped over a pile of bras and panties! These bastards also kept them from their victims as souvenirs. Sick Fucks!, I thought.

I couldn’t help but thinking that Demonitus could be part of this! He is a demon I found in the list of popular demons. And what do demons do?—torture and scare people! Good people!

(Oh, by the way, Demonitus had also been the first demon I had seen when I was dead in the hospital; however, back then I had no idea of what it was exactly–a product of my imagination, the memory of a horror movie, a subconscious fear of death itself…?? And then it had appeared next to the coffin of my dead friend. But the real shock for me was that he was fat and carried a big fork around–always thought that demons were fit or at least slim, because the spiritual body tends to have no need for physical food, and thus no need for a big fork either).

And as I kept onward, seconds later, the lights of this section of the cellar went off too leaving us in total darkness! I tried to turn the switch back on but it was all riddled with vomit, and it felt like some force was holding the light switch in one position! I tried and tried, and at one point I thought my fingers were about to be broken–the darn thing appeared to be rock! Oh mamma!– The air around me turned cold and heavy! Everywhere I looked was pitch black! My mind started playing tricks on me. I felt a swift touch on my shoulder– “Mr. Hernandez, did you touch me?! I–I’m not gay, dude.”

My confused mind started then coming up with all these frightening images and odd sensations of pure dread that gotten worse as he didn’t answer. “…Mr.–” I swallowed nervously, “Mr. Hernandez, did you–” Jesus!– Again. Someone was definitely in the room! Shit– Who was touching my shoulder, again? I spun halfway. My stance had been rooted to the ground, my feet firm as a rock. But as I turned around I lost my balance, snatched the air trying to get a grip on something, then, SLAAMM!– I dropped down like a bag of potatoes!

‘An eerie someone!’ It all seemed spooky and odd. I noticed I had fallen on top of something, and this something felt like a fat pig. “Mr. Hernan–” Couldn’t finish my thought. What had happened to him? Something had happened to him, something that had occurred in the split of a second. I then tried to remember a noise or something which could have hinted me of his fall, but all had taken place so fast. I was in the dark, confused, overwhelmed, nervous. This ‘eerie someone’ obviously did not want me to be down here–that much I knew at the moment.

I drummed a few on his face. “Mr. Hernandez, are you okay? Are you okay, Mr. Hernandez? … ARE YOU OKAY, YOU FAT PIG?!” I almost lost my marbles. After he squinted a few times and shielded his eyes from the strong light, he came to. By now, the room really smelled of vomit and farts. Not good for my allergies. Hard to breathe as well.

“What–What happened,” he drawled weakly. He then eyed me disoriented as he sat up.

“Are you okay?” I repeated. Christ!– “You have red lipstick kisses all over your face! Did the demon kiss you?!” …But you’re a fat pig; how can anyone wanna kiss you…??’ I thought to myself.

“I–I don’t remember…” he started, “I fell. I must have fainted.” He felt uneasy and odd, which worried me so. His eyes looked lost like a puppy’s, and his facial expression painful and awkward.

“What happened to you?” I pointed at the blood stain. “You are bleeding.” I took a better look at the area. The wounded are was close to his neck. And as I checked nearer, I found very tiny marks not too deep into the muscle–this is where my knowledge of anatomy paid off. They were one above the other, they weren’t life-threatening or anything like that.

But how–?? What–?? Can’t it be possible..?? As I studied the odd marks I also noticed their pattern, and they looked like needles. Honestly, I didn’t know what to make of it. What would I tell him? What was I suppose to say?– Someone had tried to had his way with him? A large group of ghostly ticks in love with his neck, perhaps? …

However, reader, I cannot tell you more, too scary for you.

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Stories to ponder.

The photograph.

First, there was a boy; Peter was his name. He loved taking photographs of nature; since child he had been fascinated with capturing moments in life on moving film or still camera, for him it was all about emotional depth and the deeper understanding of nature’s interactions with all sentient life. Now, he would walk down parks in the whole state where he lived and take emotional photographs of the intimacy of nature itself. Birds being fed by people sitting on benches, ducks on the pond, dogs being walked by their humans, squirrels eating and squeaking in their woodsy habitats, even a few bears photographed from secret hiding places up in the mountains; it all made him blissful and gave him true freedom, communion with himself.

PETER

Then, of course, there was a small Toy Poodle dog; his name was Beast. Peter and Beast were the best of friends, the closest and most loving towards each other. They were always together, and I mean always; Beast would go along Peter when he took his photographs in the park, in the woods, in the beautiful sandy beach, etc. They had been best friends since Peter was nine and Beast had been less than one year old, when Peter rescued him from a sewer line–because some ignorant moron had not wanted the little dog and had left him there to die.

BEAST

One day, like every morning, they had breakfast together. Peter sat and ate his cereal in the kitchen, Beast sat near him and ate his little pieces of dog food.

BREAKFAST AND PLAY.

Once they finished eating, they played a little. But there is one thing I did not tell you yet: They were both alone in the world, they only had each other, which was fine; but, however, sometimes they would feel a little lonely. Peter had never met his family, and at about eight years old he had escaped from the orphanage in the depth of night. Beast, well, if it weren’t for Peter he would be gone from this ephemeral life.

One day, they both decided to take a walk in the woods; and while playing a little in the way there, they saw something. “Wow!–” Peter exclaimed while Beast wagged his tail happily.

KATE

They contemplated Kate, a beautiful girl his age holding a camera as well; she was next to a few rocks and pushing her back against a tree, but she looked scared. Peter did not understand why she looked like that, because a tree was blocking his view and he could only see her. Someone was after her, causing her to be scared.

When he got near her, he saw the whole thing; the baby bear he had become friends with was terrorizing her. Wait!– To be honest, the friendly baby bear was only interested in the sandwich she kept in her pants pocket, so there was no terrorizing her really. So, taking advantage of this friendship, Peter told his bear friend to leave her and to take his own lunch–it was Vegan food, much more nutritious and good for the growing bear.

So, long story short, Peter, Kate, and Beast were now best friends, best artistic buddies ever, sharing the same adventures and goals in life. Peter and Kate fell in love, and then Beast got a little jealous. But something wonderful happened next!

They were coming to the house that they shared together, the three of them now. Peter and Kate had brought a companion for little Beast; the dog pound guy had been thrilled to have found a new home for this little sweet one. Peter opened the bedroom door, and there she was with her tongue sticking out:

“SURPRISE!!” Peter and Kate yelled. Princess was a small dog, too. Beast looked confused, but then he stuck out his tongue in approval. Immediately, they got along perfect, sniffed each other’s butts and played like soulmates. In a way, they were falling in love. And Beast was extremely happy, so was princess, to have met each other.

PRINCESS

To end this story, Peter and Kate started both selling their pictures and working for the same magazine. A couple of years later, they got married and were never separated. Beast and Princess were together and had a couple of puppies.

–THE END-–

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Stories to ponder.

The way of Shiva.

Somewhere in New York City, present time. Around 2 am.

The apartment is truly a mess: TV bashed in, things strewn on the floor, mirrors hanging on the wall cracked in two. The apartment of a really angry and miserable person, a person who sits perfectly still on his living room chair now, a person whose thought is clear and peaceful now, a person who had a real awakening and feels… different…

Jesus!!!– What da hell?!– What happened?!– What am I doing…?! Why did I do that…?! … Who am I…?? Am I one or two…?? I feel… I dunno. I think I feel better now. Jeez– But who or what was that…?? I didn’t recognize him. Man, this is crazy, and it was like I had a demon in me. Perhaps a demon I had all along, but I had not realized it before. But–But everything is so clear now. And I don’t feel guilty. I feel… I feel free, my mind feels so light, unburdened from the demon who was just a few seconds ago wreaking havoc. The one who did this… in my mind and in my apartment…

My life. I have to do something about it, now that I can see clearly… God– My head. I have to stand up from this chair and walk around, be more in the present and try to emotionally connect to myself… Ah!– Funny. And to think I had to hit rock bottom and try to kill myself to see this clearly, to think this clearly… “Shiva, The destroyer”–The old must be destroyed to build the new. Ordinary must be replaced by extraordinary. The mind elevates and the spiritual being is realized fully. That’s the way of Shiva– That crazy book, from that crazy guy, it had it right all along. Yeah, I was so stupid. Why was I that stupid…?? I don’t remember. Praising those superficial people, wanting to be like them instead of being myself, eating like them, believing what they believed, visiting the places they visited. Shit– I can fly now, and I can be myself, and I feel more confident than ever… Yes, definitely! This is the start of a new life for me!

“Shiva, The Destroyer of The Old and Builder Of the New.”

Several minutes earlier. Climbing the stairs up to his apartment, taken by devil, really angry and cursing the very air he breathes…

Goddammit!– I can’t… God– I can’t even breathe now. Jesus– The steps of the damn stairs! I see blurry. What is this?! Why now…?? My heartbeat is really pounding this time. But I just… It was just some fun like always. I loved the adrenaline. The drugs. The dancing. The illegal racing. And the girls… Damn you– I’m not… I am better than this! I am… I just want to die. Fortunately, I have that gun still sitting in my room. Gotta try again. Thought things would be better, but they are–they are… not… The guys!– My so called friends. Shit!– SLAMM!!

I can’t even see clearly. Dammit– This is the living room. And this rage! GGOODD!!! Fuck!… Oh, shit. Why me…?? … But, yeah. It’s the only solution… What is this? My mother gave me this for Christmas. Never used it. Still has the fucking bow… My mother. She probably doesn’t need me that much. What da fuck is my role in this family?! I’m a loser anyway… It’ll all be over soon… SMASH!!! I hate this TV! It brought me so much confusion and I didn’t even know it back then. I always hated myself for being the way I am!… SMASH!!! Well, there will be no bad luck from breaking this shitty mirror now that I will be fucking gone, will it?!

SMASH!!! SMASH!!! No one will treat me like that anymore! It will stop all the pain and this… FUCKING RAGE! SMASH!!! … Yeah, and I wanted to start my own business! Selling what?!–stupid real state?! I didn’t even go to high school!! Look at all this shit– These stupid marketing plans, and these contracts… GOD!– Where’s that fucking gun?! … Here it is… The cold grip, the solution to my problems, fast and painless… Jesus! My–My hands. I can’t–I can’t make ’em stop shaking!… My thoughts. Too fucking loud! And my heart doesn’t stop! AAGGGHHH!!!–

BBAAAANNGG!!!— (…and so the bang of the gun was loud, but it slipped his clammy hand just in time, and shot through the window into the dark and fateful night…)

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Moving things…

Territory of England, year 1349. In some godforsaken open field, mud-filthy, where darkness is everywhere. An unknown hero lies bruised and beaten almost to a mere pulp…

But I did it! Did I…??… Yes, I am most certainly sure of it. In the middle of it, or the end of it. I dunno, it’s all a blur… or most of it is. But I was there, and my hands, they were on fire. I thought that my whole bloody arm was about to burst into the same essence of hellfire itself. My other arm was rather fine, until it happened. But my head, it was spinning, rushing like a million demons, and it was burning. Although not burning like my hands, but it was–it was cold, too cold…??

I cannot even feel it now. Bathed in blood and guts, can’t feel pain and I don’t know if I am dead or alive, covered in clouds of darkness. But what really happened…?? Is it within me..?? Some kind of transmutation, as someone surely calls it…?? Energy, isn’t it? …Well, isn’t it?!… Magic..?? Boldly the demon vitality rules the outside lands of Wessex, it causes terror on many, but it is good to many more. At the service of my most noble Lord King, I know this… The mud is cold now, like my head was… But I cannot rid myself of these torturous images, it is like some insanity taking over. See, I moved things. Men were flying across the polluted air…

Hours earlier, amidst the blood showers and wretched screams of death, the unknown hero wields his sword with beastly mastery…

Chink!– I guess I am fighting my enemies with no thought; because thinking is great to be used before war, to plan for it, or to plan a specific move during war. But, the master taught me, absolute focus and power on the actual battle is reached through a state of no thought; because thought confuses you, it makes you doubt yourself, it compares your strength with the opponent’s, it makes you fearful and weak… Chink!– The blades collide in mid air, guts spew like volcanoes in eruption, blood and unknown liquids shower me. The great obscenities of war surround me.

Absolute focus and power, the mind must be elevated, always in the moment, move with mastery through the moment but don’t strain yourself over it; flow with it, be one with it, and no past or future should rule the mind of the warrior but the moment… Chink!– “Living in the moment shall set you free,” master Kundu said. And I am moving now, but how I move is not relevant; however, moving is, life is movement, “You are life, my son,” he said…

But what--what is it?! It is calling to me! But not voices, something bigger, more expressive, more direct in my being. Shit!– I can’t stop it. Chink!– It flows through me! It rattles my head! This godforsaken land, the mud, the clouds of dust, the unrelenting monsters of war. They keep coming at me. And I can’t stop. AAAGGHH!!– The pain! I am on my knees, imploring and fighting my enemies at the same time, blood coating me still, my skin torn and bleeding. The air is cold and screaming in my ears, entering my head, making it all mush! GGOODD!!!– What is happening?! Is my mind, is not… My hands. Jesus!– How am I doing that?! Am I… Could it be a dream…?? My enemies are being tossed aside and backwards, here and there without my involvement.

Bloody hell?!– What is this?! Some kind of magic?? And–And my head, it–it bursts! Woah!– Am I–Am I moving away from the ground?? It does not seem real. But it feels real. But emerging not from out there, emerging from within me… I can see something coming at me now, like a thousand banshees speeding through the severely polluted air. It is a form, a shape, a solid object! What the hell?!– I cannot move! Or float out of its way! And in the midst of all these misery from battle and the loud noises of the swords and hatchets connecting with steel and also bare flesh. Death below me.

The massive stone flings at me! And–And I BLACK OUT…

All is mind. Human evolution dictates how the mind behaves through time; your desire does not, and that is why your mind cannot move things by itself… yet. It takes a HIGHLY ELEVATED mind to do amazing things which are now the stuff from the movies you see. But all is real, nothing is fiction for the forces behind evolution…

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Interview With The Alchemist.

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Post date July 4, 2017
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…Did you ever love me…?? Do you love me now…?? Of course you do; you were always there for me, I just did not realize it at the time… too self-involved… too busy obeying the demands of the lower beast dwelling in me. But I wonder if you knew. Or if I knew. But I’m sure I did; I mean I was there, experiencing, living my own sudden reactions of hate and love. Alchemy was hidden, wasn’t it…?? And love sounded prissy, maybe weak, even overrated perhaps… It just wasn’t enough for me, and it was not the main discussion among my “friends” either; no, it was all about the latest tech app and Hollywood movie out there, the pitiful game of immature relationships and the greed for money. No, it was in me, this higher alchemy, this higher love and understanding of myself, of others, and of life, but I chose to ignore it and put a concrete wall between us, shielding me from… from me really… from the Higher me…

Ha– It’s funny, really odd as well, like I was here before, like I had the same train of thought before; so, get this, as I sit here thinking about this a kind of déjà vu seems to overwhelm each cell of my being, veiled and still unclear past memories keep sort of flooding me, making me feel… I don’t know… intense, full of understanding, powerful in a way, almost like I can fly… But I never flown before, I was confined to the lower perception of myself, and quite disrespectful of myself, distant from the true self-acceptance and confidence radiating through me now. Yes, I was blind back then, I wouldn’t see people and accept people, see myself and accept myself; I would only see and experience the illusion of the everyday nuisance, these false identities and values in the popularity and wealth from TV celebrities, the lies of politics, the robotic activities of a zombie society, and my own interpretation of love and that misguided interpretation the world has of it.

It was knowledge of the Higher Intelligence flowing through me. The Great Eternal Mind! They call it that in our fields of Mental Science, in the Alchemical Labs of the mind of the Higher-Thinking Man… Yes, absolutely, gnosis did it. The knowledge increased the understanding within me and pushed wisdom where I could experience it, where my monkey thoughts would be silenced and put aside so I could open my eyes to what I couldn’t see before.

…But, wait, why didn’t you leave me…?? Why did you stick around…?? You could have left, because I neglected you for more than three decades and I even buried you under dark thoughts of lust and anger and under behaviors of ignorance and disdain for myself and others. …Love again, wasn’t it? But–But is more than just love what we share, it is the true Essence of Creation itself, it is the original formula of self-transformation, like a constant experience of bliss, and not just the emotional roller coaster of pleasure of human love… And my family, my friends, people I know, are not there yet; they see me a little askew, cannot process this whole transformation, this deeper understanding of the invisible which has awakened within me, and the fact is they may never get there, they may never experience this bliss, this higher awareness which makes all depression and irrelevance in the world melt away… It is the tough truth of the universe, you taught me that. “The lips of wisdom are closed, except to the ears of understanding”–as it goes.

But my love for them has grown even stronger now, because I understand all they think and experience, all their reactions and beliefs, at a deeper level. It is like that time I got stuck for a while on the top of the fair ride, where the roller coaster cart held me really high and I could see the whole fair park from this elevation–the people walking around eating greedily their cotton candies looked so tiny in the crowd, following the path taken by others and absorbed in the pleasures of the day, looking up at me and wondering why I was there and why I wasn’t with them. Clouds above, blue sky around me, cool breeze of altitude caressing me and my new thoughts. I was closer to heaven back then, but did not know it. But now I do.

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Hell on Earth!

…The morphing shapes were many as they trailed behind the ominous shadows of the tunnel, they squiggled and portended what could be held for them; and they maintained a steady pace, together in a line, believing in themselves and keeping to their wits. And as they kept moving forth, background screams, machine guns and explosions blasted the stagnant air of the underground; but, however, they did not waver or halt pace.

And they encountered voices and echoes, most of them making no sense to them. And they heard cackles and shuffles, both nigh and distant. And there was not any normalcy, logic or sanity in what reached their ears. But they knew. They knew something was coming and they had to be prepared for the worst!

The dilapidated and rusty handrail attached to the tunnel’s wall, then shook abruptly and wouldn’t stop! Something was definitely afoot. The air rippled around them! Pockets bloated the space among them! Blop– Blop– Blop– The liquid sludge next to them carried splashes and currents like someone heavy quickly approached!

And so it happened that they witnessed a fairly distant light, and this light was bright and powerful, and it emanated a subtle yet magnetic pull that rippled the air and caused the tunnel to seem smaller and daunting. And they understood what this light was, even though it was the sole meaning that ripped the very core of their fear.

It was obvious this was their main way out—as in the demon’s route out of Hell!—and that is why they were here searching for them. They had to seal this portal. They had to succeed. Otherwise, chances were grim. Very grim. Final, in fact. And the risk was high, for this wasn’t a normal scenario by any means. This was the big leagues. And the time to act was now. See, for centuries this threat to humans had been averted, not given any thought whatsoever; oceans were calm, earth was stable, God watched over us, Satan tempted us, man reigned his own territory and progressed as per own choice and own will. But now things were chaotic, and called for a more substantial/abrupt approach. The Gates of Hell had been opened, and they had to be shut. They had to be locked.

So as this went on with might, they stopped pace!— Suspense climbed and razor-sharp fear started to creep up their spines. The core of the mentioned light exploded in front of them!

“Umm. Gu—Guys, what is going on?” Kristin drawled in between grinding teeth. “Who—?? Or what—??”

Raphael and Praopethuss kept vigil, eyes following every potential subtleness in the stagnant air.

“Shhh,” shushed Jimmy. “Gimme your hand. They’re coming.”

“Who’s coming?” She was gripping his hand as hard as she could.

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

“Jimmy, make it visual for us,” Raphael said.

Jimmy struggled to loosen the grip she had on his hand, then proceeded forward. “Okay. I’ll see what I can do.”

STOMP! Jimmy stepped in front of the group, sensed his surroundings, knelt, and began physical contact with the eerie tunnel. STOMP! His mental connection quickly surged through his arm, out his hand and into the ground—it covered a large patch and made it tremble slightly, then it interlaced and mixed with the air, it cleared simple view and checked for any constructs in it. Ripples exploded in small gusts of air. But they saw nothing alarming, not any hidden demons or constructs. STOMP! STOMP!— But something kept coming, nonetheless.

“Sorry. Nothing,” he added.

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!—

“Keep your guard!” Praopethuss shouted.

And the air vibrated slightly and the ripples kept surrounding them. Thus, it grew and grew. And seconds gripped the nerves…

. . .

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP STOMP!— It kept coming and echoing louder and louder, stronger and stronger until they saw the humongous shapes and silhouettes that sent chills to their spines and electricity to the back of their necks. They were humanoid-looking beasts of fairly large size each! They came at them like a pack of wolves at the very sight of their blocking stance! They wouldn’t budge—and so it felt like the clash of titans right in the putrid tunnels had started!

They carried their sharp claws and agility, superhuman strength and concentrated evil. Taking advantage of it, two of them quickly had leapt and were now ferociously attached to the wall like slimy slugs; and their growling-and-harsh sounds were piercing and intimidating, but, as it were, they would not cause an emotional determent in Raphael and his Sentients.

They drooled and emanated a foul stench that increased sickness and terror, their physical moves were calculated and unexpected, and they came up the liquid sludge as well as directly in the path they were currently on. These demons and Hell creatures, Raphael and the rest knew, had come out of the bright light, the portal connected to Earth directly in the sewers.

And one of them came rushing atop Jimmy! Sluussshhh-Sttaaack!!— Its slime was overpowering and disgusting, and Jimmy felt bathed by it, almost swallowed by it. “Get him off me! Get him off me!” He tried setting himself free, writhing and punching at the beast, but its tentacles were too strong, fairly sticky and full of mucosa.

Kristin and Raphael fought ferociously to disentangle Jimmy and free him from the hideous-looking creature, but to avail of nothing.

“Guys, look!” Praopethuss pointed out in back of him. “Over there!—”

Through the darkness of the smelly tunnel, in between the splashing of beasts and the measurement of the chaos, someone came running and jumping from the tubing attached to the sewer’s domed ceiling—a familiar shape, a light of hope at that exact moment. And so Johnny came dashing and leaping, averting demons, and monkey-bar-dangling with perfect precision. He was so precise and fast with his punches and dagger thrusts that he annihilated the mentioned Hell perpetrators on the spot.

Johnny landed right next to Jimmy and the slimy creature, then pierced the blade firmly into it. “That’s my brother, you Hell Spawn!” A powerful light filled the creature and it began to crack like porcelain! Then there was a sudden burst of juices and gelatin-like flesh and innards that ejected all over them!

Jimmy could now barely see through the light but heavy skin of gelatin-like substance. “Damn. Johnny, that was, um, that was quite an epic entrance.” His hands wiped off the crap from his eyes. “…And thanks.”

“You’re welcome, bro,” he said behind a grin. “Now, let’s give them the kinda hell they came here for.”

“Good to have you back,” Raphael stated.

The monsters were now attacking from everywhere and anywhere, and the team was firmly standing their ground; loud shrieking and overwhelming screaming were now tearing up the air around them, sending pure adrenaline into their bloodstream. And so these monsters were leaping violently atop them. They averted their jumps and thrusts. Johnny managed to pierce many of them using his trusty and powerful dagger—which would cause its victims to bleed to death instantly!

And there were blinding explosions and light that shielded the beasts’ attacks, for Raphael and the rest used great power and strength from their inner auras; and Johnny would block their hell-raising wrath with the mighty dagger, which continuously would pulse and emit powerful and sizzling light…

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The quiet interview.

At a police station interrogation room located somewhere in the U.S., typical police misuse of power happened…

“Ok, listen, White Face, you’re a direct suspect identified by many people on the street, so better start talking!”

…

“Not talking, eh… Is hot under these lights, isn’t it? It seems your girly make-up is melting away… like your funny expressions.”

… (But his girly make-up was not melting away, as the fat cops were certainly sweating like true pigs.) He suddenly shrugs his shoulders and puckers his lips in some attempt to convey something no one understood what the hell it was.

The first cop says, “Well, what da hell is that?–” The second cop frowns, rubs his own belly, and leans back in his chair; then he breaks the chair and lands flat on the ground, then he realizes he’s been smoking his cigarette backwards and burns his lips. “Ouch! Dammit–” The heat soon swelters his mouth. Mother******!!!”

… He offers his made up glass of water to the second cop that was sending smoke signals from the inside of his mouth and that contorted his body like an effeminate ballerina.

The first cop says, “Well, well, well, well…” Then he snatches the invisible glass from his hand and hurls it to the floor in a fit of rage! Pieces of glass shower the scene, and he continues more calm, “…Well… Well… Well. You’re not only accused of attempted murder on the street, with your little moves, but now you’ve assaulted my partner. And under my acute eagle eyes which never miss a thing. This will cost you, White Face!”

… He adopts a confused facial expression and rolls his balloon eyes, then purses his lips and shakes his head in quick denial.

The second cop sits his sore ass on a second chair and keeps smoking, “It’s no use Captain. He won’t talk.”

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Out and without limits.

I… I saw blackness… Yes, pure and frightening, cold to the very marrow of my bones. Pitch dark like night without moonlight, it was. I… I thought I was done, or… I did not think I existed or I had ever existed. Who was I…?? Or what was I…?? Are you taking notes right now? I see your bright eyes upon mine and I think you are following this, but your expensive pen is not moving.

The… The obnoxious, chattering voices were gone now; they had haunted me while I stared into that ceiling, white and smooth, in the corridor and then in the room. I thought my casket. Blood was everywhere, somehow I knew but I couldn’t feel it because I was cold and in a… in a state of… absence, you know… Suddenly, I felt fresh and sharper, mentally, all I felt and experienced was my mind, but quiet, forgiving, in peaceful unity somehow because there were no dual voices, no noise and no distraction. Just the experience of being there. And a bright light, not blinding but spewing energy and a brightness which gave me confidence, strength, courage. It was not above me this light, but I… I think it was all over, wherever I was, or perhaps I was the light because I found no division between this light and my persona or my mind. But, yes, definitely, I knew I existed now. Yes. Hey, pay attention– People should know this; some will mock it, some will believe it and connect to my experience, some will just accept it for what it is… Whatever it is.

The article will be in the cover, yes? I need to spread my message. Or whatever happened. It is unbelievable, isn’t it? Is hard to believe it myself, but I was there, I… was everywhere. I think. Maybe. Definitely! …So the light, man, wow– I cannot explain really. I had walked under the very Summer sun before, but this… this was me, and I was the sun. But I was more, much more. There was no tunnel though, there were stars and forms and other lights at a distance. And soon there were many colors, textures, sweet harmony–music or sounds really low but kind of vibrating… Yes! Vibrating within me, or around me, or all over really. Was it all a dynamic but peaceful dance…?? I am not sure, but I was fresh and moving. I do not know for sure if I traveled or not, if I displaced an inch or not, but I did see everything happening. The doctors. The nurses. The techs. The constantly loud machines. And… the blood. So much of it. And I saw and I experienced myself. How was that possible…?? I don’t know, but my vision, my hearing, and everything else was maximized tremendously.

And I was now feeling my arms, my legs, my head, my heart beating steady, but my thoughts weren’t there, it was a blank. Was I really empty…??… Mind is everything, I read in one of your articles. And, yet, mine wasn’t chatting anymore, it was not there. Perhaps, I was experiencing my mind in quiet mode, a more elevated mind I did not know existed before. Universal Mind…?? Infinite Intelligence…?? But I kept looking at me and the others in a sort of trance. I was there but I was not there, like I was experiencing a world beyond what I had before experienced. Don’t forget to add that to your notes, it is very important. We’ve just started this…

Your consciousness is not limited to your brain and body, but it is outside them as well. Through the hidden and mysterious mind, the subconscious mind, you tune into Infinite Intelligence. In certain human situations, people call this out-of-body experiences and also astral projection, but in reality you do not go anywhere; you stay put because your consciousness is everywhere already, but your mind and body are limited and affected by what you know of your limited world, stored memories in your subconscious, so you feel like you have moved to places. You are everything already.

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The beat down at the campus.

Post author By thegodwithinblog
Post date June 23, 2017
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On a seemingly normal day, Michael Barnes, professor of Creative Writing at Utah State University, was taking a nice walk to his car right after class…

Hmmm, there lingered a concerned ebb and tranquil course tightly bound by the structures of his new chosen life. He was quite happy, yet there was something missing… Something, indeed. His new life was defined by his oscillatory students’ grades and by his published novels’ many successes. The profound mouth of the unforgiving winter that had begun gave bitter-way to a most hesitant spring and wrecked in the warmth and unassuming nature of the second semester’s final week.

There was something, though, that wanted to get out, that wanted to come back; part of him fought against serenity, even though he had chosen to erase that chapter of his past life long ago. His memory would not let him forget about it. A very strong part of his concealed former life, long ago when younger, in the seemingly clandestine service of the U.S. government, the part that would always remind him that he had deserted and vanished under his new name, new face, new life, and new identity.

Six years had been since then, but he still had the nightmares once in a while, it was engraved in his blood, in his secluded mind and tortured soul. The stress and shocking brutality of his great love’s death had been the major catalyst of his mental and physical metamorphosis.

Cloudy afternoon with dark shades in the firmament. He was out near the empty parking lot when he heard raspy and harsh, deep voices and heated conversations, and saw large and massive shadows moving along the far building wall.

“You betta have all my money, bitch, otherwise we gon’ slit ya’ fucking throat!”

“I—I’ll have it next week, I—I promise,” the voice stuttered scared.

Michael dropped the stack of papers and books he had been carrying and sprinted toward the voices. He stopped before nearing them and saw three young black men, about twenty-five to thirty years old, wearing long black trench-coats threatening to bring a world of pain, or even death, to a younger white male. They were violently trapping him against the wall.

They had a particular stance, which Michael studied carefully; their knees slightly bent, their strong upper limbs loose but threatening, and one of them holding a pocket knife. They were boldly dominant and ready to slice him up!

“Muthafucka,” snarled one, wiry and a bit twitchy. His face defiant and of strong features. “Give us our money or we’ll cut ya. You been told and your time is gone, you hear me?!”

“Man, you fuckin’ prick, dunno shit, don’tcha.” He stepped up to the kid and readied his sharp blade.

The scared young victim-not more than twenty years old-began to tremble and beg for his life. They laughed raucously and sinisterly, making mocking gestures and clicking their pocket knives for threatening effect, at what the white male shrank back farther away against the wall as the black guys closed in. The one closer put the knife closer to his throat.

One of them, thick-muscled, heavyset, drew an arms-length metal pipe from underneath his black trench-coat, looked to both sides, and got ready to bash him. “That right, bitch! Lemme break his punk-ass fruity hands, Dar.” He gripped the pipe tighter in his hands in a batter stance. “Just tell me how d’you want it, baby. I’ll break ya fucking skull.”

“Yo, man, put that away!” the boss ordered, while nearing the blade to his thin throat.

As the wiry kid put the pipe down and obeyed cursing under his breath, Barnes hurried at them. So quiet was his attack, so targeted were they on their malignant and gruesome intentions that they did not became aware of the pounding they were about to suffer.

He grabbed the wiry kid’s pipe in his right hand as it was resting down, left elbowed him in the face, then the kid cursed mightily to this pain and fell down to the ground unconscious.

One knocked-the-hell unconscious on the floor. Two to go!

When the second one saw this, he instantly swung his balled-fist at a very alert Michael, knuckles sweeping through the air with sharp-edged rings, these big-ass rings aimed directly to his ribs.

At that moment, from that hidden and dark place in his brain, synapses exploded and memories flowed like current, and the Ex persona took control. The now active Jay Ex deflected the steady-rushing blow with his left arm by doing a circular blocking motion, advanced two small steps, and then balled-fist with his two fists at the same time into the thug’s lower rib cage section. He went down like a sack of potatoes, clawing at his chest and squirming.

The third and last thug, meaner and larger than the other two (more muscular and about six feet tall plus in height), cursed and dropped the pocket knife, then unveiled an almost two feet butcher’s knife from underneath his loosened trench-coat. He lunged psychotically at the Ex persona, who studied in less than a second the fast movement of the huge thug, delivering a quick and clean blow to the side of the hand holding the knife; the weapon was thrown clear like a projectile, the hand of the thug was left dangling sore as it had been targeted at the wrist with full precision.

A very robotic, very movement-calculated Ex produced a swift kick to the back of his right knee and then this one bent like paper, then, suddenly, he snaked his right arm around the large thug’s neck (he had to jump a bit since he was just 5’9” and the thug a full six feet 4 inches).

“I will not repeat this again…” he whispered with confidence and calmness into his ear. “In five seconds I will let go and all of you will disappear, so I will not have to hurt you any further. This is final, you hear!” He slowly let go of him while making sure they understood this. Then they hurried away swearing and gasping for air, agitated for the shocking display. The one that had been unconscious on the ground was woken up by one of his mates, moaned and cursed about his broken tooth, and started running away with the rest.

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Against the forces of evil (1-min. read)

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Post date June 11, 2017
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This is my personal story:

One rainy night my parents and I were coming back home, when a heavily drunk asshole hit our Peugeot (that’s a car, for you Americans who do not know) and sent us all to the near Mar Del Plata’s main hospital (Mar Del Plata, Argentina, where I was born and raised). I had been injured pretty badly, and actually much more than my parents; the ambulance couldn’t revive me as I was in a deep unconscious state, losing blood and seizing every five minutes. Once there, the hospital team did everything they could to bring me back to life, but it was too late, for I was dead, gone from this physical plane.

Several minutes later, I don’t know how or why (I just know that nothing that happens is random, all has a purpose in life–even when we don’t understand what’s happening) but I returned to life, and greatly changed (not just in physical function but in other aspects as well). Now, I won’t tell you that while dead or unconscious without pulse I saw some brilliant light or angels or pearly gates swung open or anything like that. Let your imagination fly–there is not enough use of good imagination now-a-days.

After that, to make it shorter, I acquired certain talents or “conscious endowments”. And in the course of many months, I encountered great abilities head-on (granted they weren’t strong yet, but in firm transition or conscious evolution). My parents, of course, weren’t told anything because they would not have understood (you know, religious parents, or “normal-by-this-society” parents). And at the same time, I needed more time for myself and “to find me”. Put it simply, I wanted a job where I could meet great experiences, develop great wisdom in those extraordinary lessons from life itself, so I went in search for one. So, after months of search for the right one for me, Mr. Hernandez—a Psychic Investigator and a nice man—gave me the opportunity to earn some cash (some pesos), and I joined his ‘Mar Del Paranormal’ agency as an apprentice.

Adapting was hard, specially having in mind the countless nights of sleep deprivation, sweating, and also the internal transfiguration that my physical body went through during the days and nights. I felt wretched at times, and at times I felt wonderful; however, I see now that it was not just my inner transmutation that made me feel like that, going through various moods, pains and states of emotion, but also it was my adjusting to the “especial condition”of my job and its high levels of “spiritual” environment. A lot of energy flowing inside me, I could experience my own consciousness dynamically changing and I was too becoming more in tune with the collective consciousness grid of humankind; all this knowledge and special talents, my intelligence (intellectual and emotional) was certainly growing and I possessed a different, deeper understanding of life, for I could see and sense things that the common individual couldn’t, angels but I could also see demons (and, believe me, they can be anywhere among us, and even now you may have one by your side).

I was indeed becoming faster than I had ever been, jumped higher, with inwardly use of another sight into parallel dimensions, and, well, I was certainly sure I could do much more–just needed to figure out how. Needed to be patient, too; but, as you can imagine, fifteen-year old kids are not too patient (almost sixteen though; big difference, right?). But, I have to say, I always had a good relationship with my parents and was a good receptor to their examples of behavior; so, my strong character counted with profound insight based on my parents’ wealthy teachings, and I owned a rather resolute and cautious demeanor in my personal life endeavors, and, obviously, this helped to cope with further psychological and spiritual developments in my youth.

The following weeks of recuperation were horrible, because I was plagued by nightmares of unknown people dying which seemed awfully real, and a plethora of natural catastrophes, and a super-odd premonition about my own father dying in some strange land I did not recognize–all signs of my own apocalypse coming to fruition, a renaissance or rebirth of my consciousness.

I had slowly accepted my role as a higher-conscious entity in constant development and had also learned to make the best of it. So, over the course of the next year, Mr. Hernandez aided me in understanding my transformation further–he was indeed a very emotionally intelligent psychic with many outstanding qualities, awards, and mystical experiences–and in how to embrace my evolving powers, and so make my multi-dimensional transition more natural for me. How to hide my true persona when mixing with others in high school, how to control my powerful mind, how to manage my insatiable hunger for learning (since I was extremely curious and also always searching for wisdom in books)–all this was well taught to me under his watchful eye. And in time I stopped being a kid and matured a lot, and became, too, a true higher entity to help those in real danger from the creatures of the night and the darkness. All this training to prepare for the end of days as we know it: ‘The presidency of one Mr. Donald Trump!’

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