posted on Nov, 9 2008 @ 05:45 PM
So shaken with fear I ran into the house, I tried to call my Mom to come get me, she did not answer. I called friends, they were not home. I
considered running out to the road and walking, but thought better of it. I would have to wait until morning, I had to escape.
I finished taking my long hot shower and as soon as the water turned off "he" stepped naked into the shower with me. I melted. After a long and
sensuous Tantric showering, I towel dried him and gently and slowly dressed him as I kissed him from head to toe never wanting this moment to end.
I asked him to stay, he silently walked to my room and lay down across the bed like a King. His presence was all I needed to feel safe, I knew that he
was part of them of the lower worlds, but I did not care, I loved him.
After going to the kitchen to get some sweets and drink, I returned and sat as he lay me down and ate from my body, again I did not have the pleasure
to see him eat, not yet.
As if in a dream state surrounded by only the low flickering of a single candle, we were intertwined lazily as if one. I woke to a lonely bed, and for
an instant as I opened my eyes in the moon lit room I saw the wall as if it were a screening room window, before I could complete a blink it was solid
again, the chairs!
I knew that I had been observed, watched with the deepest of embarrassment, as my love was so deep I held nothing back when in his arms, nothing was
ever the same as he never returned to my bed.
Walking in the rose gardens the next day with the dark man, he began to ask me questions about what I had sensed since I had arrived and began to tell
me of the levels technology has risen to, unknown to the average person. I was wishing that I could go back, that I could be an innocent ignorant,
that I too could just walk through this life as blindly as before I had arrived here that first afternoon at sunset.
I could sense that the love I held in my heart sickened him and he told me a story about a famous musician he had 'similar' feelings for long ago.
He could relate on some subhuman level.
He was looking more to me like a vampire than human. Like a sad lonely, frustrated man who could only feel hatred towards humans, that was not able to
love or to even like. He could possess, but that was all. His was to control, to keep the agenda going until others could finish the cleanup. He was
the boss, not a worker, an observer, not a participant. It was his obligation to open the gates, to allow the lower astrals in to this plane of
existence and to make the transmissions as smooth as possible.
I told him very little about my discoveries, I had to tell him a little here and there because he could not only read minds but he sensed as if
beyond thought. I was usually able to catch him as he invaded my thoughts, I could actually feel it as if thoughts were something physical in his
presence, something to be extracted.
**They may have been creating and destroying for more than 7 cycles of human evolution, but each time they escape in to this dimension and take over
the most prominent positions on the planet they grow stronger and more able to shape this reality to their desire, which is pain and suffering,
nothing less. They are among you and me, and if you choose to know, with that knowledge you loose the comfort of ignorance.**
It was during this walk that he told me of the gates which would be opening soon. And that at least one was here, in the gardens...