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A week went by with nothing out of the ordinary taking place. In one respect I was truly beginning to relax, but on the other, I was feeling kind of let down. I had been told that my life would change, not only completely, but possibly drastically. But nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
It was Saturday and I was scheduled to work only until noon. I thought I might go down and visit with Nancy and Paul, but when I knocked on their door there was no answer. That was when I realized Paul’s black Dodge Ram wasn’t parked in its designated spot. Neither was Nancy’s red Toyota.
“Dammit!” I hissed and went back to my apartment. I tried to watch television, but there wasn’t anything on that caught my attention. Bummed out, I decided to take a nap and laid down on my bed, pulling the blue, lightweight blanket I had across the bottom of my bed over me, and over my face to block out the daylight.
I’m not sure exactly how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes, it was beginning to get dark outside. It was late summer, so it had to be around eight. I rolled over to check the clock on my nightstand and found myself staring into the face of this dwarf. I screamed. He simply grinned kind of mysteriously, as though he had some wonderful secret, and disappeared.
“What the hell?” I sprang out of bed and frantically scanned my surroundings. I had not imagined him! I hadn’t!
But where had he gone? And who was he? One of the things I did notice about him was that he had a hood over his head, like he was wearing a hoodie. But it was warm – outside and in. It only took me a minute to search my little apartment, being as there was only the one bedroom, bathroom, living room and kitchen.
I wondered if he had run outside. But my door was still locked. There was no way he could have gone outside and locked the door from the other side without a key. I reached in my pocket. My apartment key was still on my chain.
“What in blazes is going on?”
Then it hit me that maybe, just maybe, I had still been kind of in a dream when I awoke, and I just thought I saw him. The more I thought about it, I realized that the little man wasn’t totally solid. He was kind of see-through, although I could see his twinkling eyes and his body and the hoodie he wore. Yes. I decided that was the explanation. I had awoken in the middle of a dream.
I glanced over at the long awning where all the other tenants parked. Still no Black Dodge or red Toyota.
“Shit!” I decided to find myself something for supper. Tossed a macaroni and cheese TV dinner in the microwave and poured myself a glass of iced tea and ate in silence at my little table.
I took my time about eating. Wasn’t any reason to hurry. I thought about how much my life had changed with no hubby or father to order me around and make my life miserable, but that had nothing to do with my dedicating to Father Satan. I thoroughly enjoyed my freedom, that was indisputable, but I was lonely. Really lonely. Especially when I wasn’t working.
Erick came to mind. I hadn’t seen him in forever, it seemed. Maybe I’d take a walk in the park. Dark was just settling in, but I didn’t much care. At that time, nothing seemed to matter much. What’s more, most of the times I had come across him had been after dark.
I put my empty plastic plate in the garbage can under the sink, brushed my teeth, and decided to take that walk. It was still very warm out, had been in the nineties all day, and being out in the night air was still a relief from the day’s hot sunshine. There was something going on at Dad’s church. I saw a bunch of folding chairs sat up – revival! Dad loved to have revivals outdoors on the church lawn.
I thought I saw Greg running around like a chicken with his head cut off, doing his best to get everything ready. I couldn’t help but wonder if he appreciated me more now that I wasn’t there to do all the endless menial jobs for him and my father. I figured he would be much too busy to notice anything going on around other than focusing on the service, so I decided to sit down on one of the park benches facing towards the church. It was just far enough from the streetlight that he might not be able to make out who I was, should he look my way. Besides, I had the feeling he had given up on me. After all, he very well knew where I worked and so did my dad. Neither of them had come in the library to look for me when I was there or when I wasn’t. Mrs. Peters would have told me right away if they had.
Service had started a little late, but Dad always held them late when outside, waited until it cooled off so the parishioners wouldn’t be uncomfortable. There is something about the night air after a hot day. It is so refreshing. What’s more, the church often picked up new members when revivals were held, especially when outside. More people notice that something is going on when they pass by. I suppose that is the purpose of such activities. It seems to work.
I think I sat there for a good half hour. Greg had led the congregation in a prayer and a couple of hymns, and then Dad got up to preach. Just hearing him harp on and on about love and forgiveness, knowing that he didn’t understand a word he was trying to convey to the others simply nauseated me. I had had enough and got up to walk away. I wasn’t sure where I was going. I just wasn’t ready to go home yet.
The sidewalk framed the entire park, so I decided to take the long way around to my apartment, which would be about four blocks. It would be a good little walk, and I thought that perhaps by then I would be ready to return home. Maybe there would be something on the television now that I wanted to watch. I sure hoped so. Even if Nancy and Paul were home by now, I wasn’t sure I should bother them this late. They had been gone ever since I got home from work earlier. I thought maybe she was working late at Baskin Robbins and maybe he was out with some of his buddies. Either way, I figured they wouldn’t want company now. So I just began walking slowly towards my apartment, watching the cars pass as I went.
There was a tall shadow coming down the walk towards me. At first, I hoped it was Erick, but as he drew closer, I realized he had dark hair and it was short, not blonde and in a ponytail. My stomach sank. I really did want to see Erick. And I wondered why it was that we had never exchanged phone numbers or anything. My attention went back to the man. I couldn’t see his face clearly, as the light was behind him now. He looked at me and smiled kind of strangely as he went by. I got really weird vibes from him. Made me uneasy. I sped up my walking pace, but I didn’t want to let on that I was nervous. I had another block to go. I didn’t dare look back either, afraid he might be watching me, and I didn’t want him to know he had unnerved me. Suddenly, I heard someone running behind me – coming my way. I hoped, oh how I hoped, it was Erick. I dared to look.
It wasn’t Erick. It was the dark-haired man! He was coming back.
I quickly snapped my head back around and continued walking, but I noticed the stranger hadn’t passed me, but I could hear him behind me. He was walking now, not jogging. I did not like the feeling I was getting at all. I didn’t know what else to do. I could no longer contain my composure; I took off running, heading across the park diagonally, cutting the distance as much as I could. To my horror, I realized the jogger had quickened his pace and was right behind me. Oh god! I knew then that coming to the park this time of night and not staying under the lights had been a bad idea. A very bad idea.
I ran faster, but the man was gaining on me. My side was hurting now, and I held it with my right hand, as I could hardly breathe. Then he grabbed my arm with a grasp of steel, and I just knew I was a goner, when, all of a sudden, a short figure – wearing a hoodie – dashed out from behind one of the big elm trees. I could just see him out of the corner of my right eye, as he quickly ran between me and my would-be attacker, tripping him. The man fell flat on his face.
“Hurry!” the little man said in an almost childlike voice that fit his stature.
I glanced at those twinkling eyes long enough to realize he was the same dwarf that had been in my room earlier. I was really puzzled, but he was obviously attempting to help me. Only, the man was so much bigger than he was. I didn’t see how he could possibly stop him.
The jogger rose to his feet, but at once the little man leapt on his back and began pounding the jogger’s head mercilessly with his fists. The man was yelling and frantically reaching back, trying to get the little guy off his back.
The dwarf saw that I was still looking, and he yelled at me again. “Don’t just stand there! Hurry! Go home!”
I nodded yes and took off for my apartment. I could still hear the jogger shouting obscenities and begging for the dwarf to stop as I unlocked my door and ran in, locking it behind me. I leaned back against my door. “What in the world?” Who was he? Where had he come from? And he certainly was fully solid in the park. “Oh my God!”
I was simply blown away.
Trembling, I decided to take a shower, hoping it would still my nerves. I think I stayed in there for a good twenty minutes, but I finally came out. I went ahead and slipped into my shorty pajamas, as it was much too hot for anything else, and decided to have a glass of warm milk before going to bed. Watching television was out for now. I wasn’t in the mood. I went in the kitchen, poured myself a tall glass of milk, sat down to the table, took a sip, and then realized the little man was standing in the doorway of my kitchen. “What on Earth?” I coughed, choking on my milk. “How did you get in?”
He avoided my question. “Just wanted to make sure you are okay, little lady. You are, aren’t you?”
“Yes I am… Thank you!”
“I am pleased!” he smiled pleasantly, turned and disappeared into my living room.
I got up to see where he went – but he wasn’t in the room. “Where did you go?” No answer. I hadn’t heard the door open or close. And I was sure I locked it when I came in. Darn sure. I opened it anyway and looked out. No one in sight. “Huh?” This was really strange. I closed the door, secured the lock again and returned to my milk. I knew it was futile, but I searched for him some more after I finished my milk. Where had he gone? Things were just getting stranger and stranger. Then I remembered what Paul had said, “Expect the unexpected.”
I knew I wouldn’t go to sleep right away, so I picked up a novel I had checked out at the library. I would read until I grew tired. I think I must have fallen asleep around three. Of course, the light was still on when I awoke at eight the next morning.
Although the library was open Sunday afternoons, I was off. So I had another day to try and figure out what I was going to do with my time.
I spent the morning cleaning up my little apartment: mopped the kitchen floor, ran my little vacuum cleaner I had picked up at Wal-Mart, over the carpet in the living room and my bedroom. Straightened up my closet and was just about ready to make myself a sandwich when there was a knock on my door. I was delighted to see it was Nancy and Paul. Eagerly, I invited them inside and offered them a cold Coke, which they accepted. We then sat down in the living room.
“I’m so glad you came by,” I said. “I was off yesterday as well, but neither of you were home. I was bored to tears.”
“I had to work a double shift at Baskin Robbins,” Nancy replied. “But I’m happy to know I was missed.” She grinned.
Paul spoke, “I took the day off from work here and went in to help Nancy. Mike Lee caught a flu bug or something. And it being exceptionally hot, they were overrun with customers. Consequently, Nancy really needed help. So she called me and asked me if I could come in. I decided what the hey – A few extra greens in the wallet never hurt a body.”
“I was wondering…” The little dwarf had been on my mind all day. I wasn’t really certain who or even what he was. But he had sure come to my rescue.
“What’s the funny look for?” Paul inquired, observing me intently.
“I’m not really sure how to bring this up.”
Paul sat his can of Coke on the coffee table and leaned forward. “You can tell us anything, Brenda. You know that, don’t you?”
“Ah… Not sure how to address this.”
“Go ahead. Try us,” Nancy encouraged.
“Know anything about dwarves?”
They shared a grin and then turned to me. “Why? Have you seen one?” Paul said.
I bobbed my head yes.
“You must have gone through with the dedication.” Nancy remarked.
“Yes I did.”
“I wasn’t sure you had,” Paul said. “You indicated that you were going to when we spoke about it, but you didn’t ask for any tools.”
“I went ahead and ordered them online. They came in three days. Must have forgotten to mention it.”
“Good! That’s cool.”
“So, go ahead and fill us in about this dwarf,” Nancy said, looking all curious and amused.
I told them the best I could exactly when I had seen him first, and how he hadn’t appeared solid the first time, but when he rescued me in the park, and later, in my apartment, he appeared solid as anyone.
I swear Paul was grinning so big one would have thought he’d won a big prize. “Freakin’ awesome!”
“Well,” I inquired with a shrug, “can you tell me anything? Have you seen him?”
“We’ve seen dwarves. Not necessarily your dwarf.”
“Did the ones you’ve seen wear hoodies?”
Paul chuckled. “Yes. They all wear them. Don’t ask me why. They just do.”
“I’ve never seen any of them without a hoodie either,” Nancy confirmed.
“What can you tell me about them?”
“From what I understand, I believe they come out of Egypt, but before that, not sure.”
Nancy took a sip of her soda and said, “Many of them are guardians. Also, I believe the Hopi Indians speak of them. I know they were mentioned on an episode of Ancient Aliens once.”
Paul nodded in agreement. “I see them every now and then. They are guardians, but they are also quite playful.”
“How’s that?”
“Mischievous. They like to tease… play games with you. Hide things from you. And you can tear the room apart… or your car… and not find what you are looking for. Then, a few days later… sometimes weeks later, whatever you were looking for will often be just where you left it out in plain sight. Either that or some place you would never dream of finding it.”
“Okay. Thanks for warning me.”
Paul finished off his Coke and went to throw the can away in the garbage, but I told him not to worry about it. He nodded and said, “And there’s one more thing. Don’t let their size fool you. Those little guys are powerful! I do believe they could pulverize any prize fighter our world has to offer.”
“Seriously?” I asked, remembering the man in the park screaming while the dwarf pounded his head mercilessly.
“Seriously,” Nancy agreed. “Clifford, a friend of ours swears one lifted his Chevy truck off of him when the jack slipped. Saved his life. What’s more, he said the dwarf hardly appeared winded. Soon as he saw to it that Clifford was okay, he just vanished.”
“Wow!”
“But they only protect those of us who are dedicated to Father Satan,” Paul said, emphasizing with a raised brow.
“That is so wild! I would have never dreamed such a thing possible. Shit! I didn’t even know these little dwarves existed. Let alone, are our protectors.”
“That’s only part of it,” Nancy said, eyes afire with enthusiasm now.
Paul agreed, “Yes… There is much, much more. You will ask yourself over and over how in the world did the world get so screwed up. Why people are told such lies and made to fear the very God that really and truly loves us? But, that is the way it is. It is our job to see to it that we can get the truth out to as many folks as we can. We need to do this for Father.”
“I totally agree,” I anxiously replied. “I am just blown away.”
“Prepare to be blown away even more. I am sure that is not all you are going to see.”
“Wow!” I shook my head. Already, I was beside myself. It was all so new and so very fascinating.
“Have you begun your meditations ye
t? They are essential in your Kundalini rising.”
I was embarrassed to admit, “Not really. I know you mentioned something about it before and there is a great deal of information about it on a number of websites. But I’m not really totally clear on what it is.”
The couple in front of me shared a mutual grin. Then Paul went on to explain, “All of us have the ability to raise our Kundalini. The meaning comes from Sanskrit, and stems from the yogic philosophy. It is corporeal energy known as ‘shakti’. It is spiritual indwelling energy that is there for each one of us to be awakened.”
“Oh?”
“Once awakening has been achieved, with consistent meditation, it can result in a raised Kundalini, which is enlightenment and complete bliss.” He sat back and laid an arm around Nancy’s shoulder, but continued, “It is a libidinal, unconscious force.”
“Wow!”
Nancy interjected, “I’m kind of surprised that you were able to see your dwarf. Your third eye must already be partially opened. Otherwise, not sure you would have seen him.”
Paul nodded in agreement. “Nancy’s right… Are you psychic in any way?”
“You mean like knowing things before they happen? Dreams and such?”
“Yes.”
“I sometimes know when the phone is going to ring… Or when a letter is coming. Things like that. Dad, of course, always said it was of the devil. Had a fit if I even mentioned any of those things.”
“Not surprised. He is spiritually cut off. As long as he has that kind of blind attitude, he will never be able to know true spiritual enlightenment.”
Nancy added, “Unfortunately, that is the way most Jews, Christians, Muslims and even some of whom are Hindu are. Depends. It’s not really their fault though. They simply believe what they’ve always been taught and don’t know any better. But to quote the X-files, ‘The truth is out there’.”
Paul grinned approvingly at Nancy and turned back to me. “What she says is true. Still, there’s a good possibility that you were chosen by Father Satan. In which case, He’s been with you all along. You just didn’t know it.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. And…while we’re at it, the serpent in the Garden of Eden is none other than the representative of the Kundalini! Not a real serpent. But the gods were at war with one another. Anu, the father of Enki and Enlil wanted to keep mankind as slaves. He didn’t want man to grow and learn, and to become like the gods. But, Enki did! Enki loves us! He has fought for us all along. That is the true tree of knowledge. The Kundalini is often depicted as two serpents entwined around the spine – Sound familiar?”
“You mean the symbol for doctors or the medical field. Those serpents?”
“Exactly! That’s where it came from.”
“Whew! I would have never guessed any of this.”
“Don’t feel left out. Unfortunately, most of the world has been under the big lie for hundreds, actually thousands, of years.”
“This is huge!” I said. It was almost overwhelming to assimilate.
Paul glanced at Nancy and returned his attention back to me. “And there’s something else.”
“More?” I asked, already astounded.
Nancy bobbed her head yes, apparently knowing what Paul was getting at.
“Demons,” Paul said.
“Demons? Yeah. I’ve been kind of expecting to see them… Something. Actually, still have some of that fear left over.”
“It takes a while,” Paul said. “But you need to know that they aren’t the ugly, misshapen, hideous creatures that Christianity, Judaism, and the Islamic nation would have us believe.” He grinned. “You have your dwarf.”
“Oh?”
“He’s not unpleasant to look at, is he?”
“No. Not at all. He’s just a cute dwarf.”
“Think about it. In the Bible, what are demons referred to as being? Fallen angels, right?”
I nodded yes.
“They’re not fallen though. If you dig a little deeper, the term fallen actually is a roundabout reference to ones fallen Kundalini. Only the demons do not have fallen Kundalinis. However, I suggest that you need to read The Epic of Gilgamesh to begin with.”
“I did read it. And it was quite an eye-opener. However, I wasn’t certain how much is true.”
“Why don’t you read it again?”
“Okay. I will.”
“But seriously, you do need to meditate, not only to raise your Kundalini serpent, but so you can handle the energies of your demon friends.”
“Seems like I heard that before, but I don’t fully understand.” I shrugged. “The dwarf didn’t bother me?.”
“You weren’t that physically close to him. Nor were you close to him long enough.”
“Oh!”
Nancy sat forward. “Believe me, Brenda. You will understand what we mean when you do have a close encounter with one.”
“Okay…Want to elaborate?”
“Here’s how I see it.” He glanced at Nancy, smiling wryly, and then turned back to me. “Nancy doesn’t agree with me on this one. She seems to think they are different. However, from what I have read and studied, I believe that Demons and angels are the same species, if you can call them a species? They are still every bit as beautiful as they were in the beginning, before this war between Anu’s followers and Enki’s. Let’s put it this way: It’s like the difference between the Democrats and Republicans… and more extremely… between a democracy and a totalitarian state. When it comes right down to it – it is political! Political on a supernatural scale!”
Nancy interjected, “I agree on the political thing. Just not their species being the same. I think angels are the gray aliens.”
He winked affectionately at her. “It’s okay, babe. There are plenty of Spiritual Satanists out there who believe the way you do. And though I agree with them on most everything else, I still say angels and demons are the same species. However, there are gray aliens working with their side. I know, I’ve seen them enough times.”
Nancy let out a short laugh and smiled. She wasn’t going to push their minor disagreement. Paul obviously understood and gave her a big hug.
“Okay, “I replied. “See if I understand what you are saying correctly. The Jews, Christians, and Muslims are all followers of Anu. But true Satanists are followers of Enki?”
“Exactly! However, do not confuse LeVayans with us. They actually do not believe in Father as a real being. They are atheist and just want to live an unbridled life. Live for whatever makes them happy; which, in a way, is their right and their choice. However, they aren’t doing Father any favors in using His name. They are not spiritual at all. Then, there are the sickos who want to make blood, animal, or worse, sacrifices. Many of these people are just pure evil and have nothing to do with true Satanism at all. They just use Father’s name to justify their hideous, fiendish acts, which does not help Father at all. Of course, His true name is Ea-Enki. And He has been called many names: Lucifer, Chemosh, and others. However, we prefer to call Him Father Satan or Father Enki.”
Nancy leaned her head on Paul’s shoulder. “Yes… Enki doesn’t turn as many heads as Satan does. Most folks don’t even have a clue as to who Enki is.”
“I have to confess that I didn’t either.”
“Back to the energies. You obviously have a dwarf to watch over you, a guardian. You will probably have other guardians too, and not necessarily another dwarf or dwarves. You will come in contact with other demons as well. Father will probably assign you one, if he hasn’t already. Could very well be the dwarf? Thing is, their bio-electricity is much higher and stronger than ours. Therefore you must raise your own energy in order to handle being around them. Their auras could attach to yours. And if your energy isn’t high enough, it can be a little unpleasant.”
“Oh? How?” I inquired, rubbing my right forearm just at the suggestion.
“Like a thousand mosquitoes biting all over your body,” Nancy replied.
r /> “Oh my God! I can’t stand mosquitoes biting me.”
“Well,” Paul said, eyeing his girlfriend and then turning back to me “it has a lot to do with how personal the relationship is. It’s not always that intense.” He grinned wryly. “Depends on just how close one gets to a particular demon.”
“Still,” Nancy said, “About drove me nuts at first.”
“I know, babe. But it didn’t last long.”
“True.”
I had a feeling they were speaking about something I didn’t quite understand, but I didn’t push the issue. I spoke then, “I have begun meditating some, at least once, sometimes twice, a day. Took a couple of weeks but I feel I’m slowly getting it awakened.”
“Good! You need to meditate every day, if possible,” Paul said to me and removed his arm from around Nancy’s shoulder and sat forward and reached in his pocket. He handed over a couple of sheets of folded paper. “Here. I copied down some energy-boosting meditations for you.”
I gladly accepted them. “Thanks.”
“And contrary to popular belief, you will find that Father’s demons are the warmest, friendliest, and most considerate and loving beings you could ever come across. They are highly respectful of us. And they deserve the same. Threat them with utmost respect. And never… ever show fear to them! That is one of the biggest insults you could ever place upon a demon.”
“Wow! I am so glad you told me.”
“However, I am sure they understand a new member to Father’s family as being a little anxious. You’ll soon learn though just how wonderful they truly are.”
“And just wait until Father hugs you!” Nancy said, smiling hugely. “His hugs are the most wonderful of feelings you could ever possibly experience!”
“Seriously?”
“She’s right about that. You will feel the greatest love and warmth you will ever know. It is beyond description. Let us know when you get a hug.”
“Oh! Yes! I will definitely do that,” I said with anticipation. “I can’t wait!”
Paul glanced at his wristwatch. “Well, we have some running around we want to do. But we wanted to see how you’ve been doing.”
“And I’ve been anxious to see you both too.”
They stood and I followed them to the door. “Thanks for coming. It has been most enlightening.”
“Keep up those meditations,” Paul said.
Nancy added, “Come on by Baskin Robbins when you get a chance. I’ll give you a free cone of coffee ice cream.”
I smiled at that. “Thanks! You better believe I’ll be there.”
Paul gave me a shoulder-hug, and then Nancy hugged me. With nods, they left, and I closed my door.
I turned and stared into my living room. “Wow! Guess I have a lot to do.”
I put away the empty cans and straightened up the living room a little. Then I unfolded the papers Paul gave me and sat down in the middle of the living room floor and, following Paul’s instructions, began my first, serious meditation.