Polar Opposites
Omen had attitude, but was likable at the same time. Often, I would go along with his threads to see where he was going with things. It helped me learn more about him, and I also gained much knowledge.
Even though we were almost polar opposites, we seemed to share the same attitudes and humor. I also learned a lot about how the demon world worked, both on this level and on the lower Astral worlds.
Technically, “learned” isn’t the right word. It was more unlearning what I thought I knew, and remembering that which I had already known.
Fantasy or Reality?
Still, despite all that had happened, part of me still wondered if I wasn’t making this all up. After all, everything I had tried and done seemed to happen so easily. There was little to no effort involved. If I wanted something done in the Astral, all I needed to do was just have the thought, and it would be.
I wondered, more often than not, if I was being humored, or if this was some elaborate fantasy, such as the kind you would play in Dungeons and Dragons. (Which, as it went, I happened to be playing at the time with a group of friends. I ended giving it up as the lines between fantasy and reality became way too blurred.)
Wasn’t it possible that Omen was some screwed up teenager whose life traumas had caused her to escape into a world of fantasy?
Too Much Knowledge
It didn’t help that when we arranged to do things on the Astral together, something always came up that prevented Omen from doing so. This was something others had noticed and commented on.
It seemed a little too convenient at times. Omen also said he could not remember anything he had done the night before, or would tell me how others had distracted him.
I wondered if something more was still going on.
Still, there was no denying that there were also times when I could most certainly feel his presence.
Also, Omen did not talk like any teenager I had ever met. Additionally, he had way too much knowledge. He knew things that others five times his age never would have heard of.
It wasn’t even knowledge that you could Google. Believe me, I tried.
Also, despite what my Guides kept telling me, I was never convinced that Omen was as dangerous as they claimed. He was quite friendly, if not evasive.
However, there came a day when it all changed for me.
High on Fae
Despite the fact I had freed him, Omen wasn’t the kind to ever say, “Thank you.” He had an highly unusual addiction to Fae energy that would make him act as though he was high on drugs.
Fae, or Nature Spirits, are beings who are not only connected to The Gaia (the Spirit of this World, better known as Mother Nature); but they are also part of the energy matrix for all things, such as trees, flowers, rocks, rivers, et cetera.
The phrase, “Fairies at the bottom of the garden,” happens to be something that is a reality in many cases.
A long time ago, this was a well known fact. Now, it’s simply thought of as a children’s fantasy. They are not fantasy. Omen would often tell me how he would capture one, drain its essence, and get high.
Ex Nihilo
In Omen’s mind, being thankful was not needed. Either way, I didn’t care. As far as I was concerned, he shouldn’t have been here in the first place.
Still, I found it a little unsettling. It either meant that this was just part of a game he had chosen to play as a disturbed teenager, or he really was a sociopathic demon.
Still, whenever I was talking to him, I had no doubt he was real. It was once I stepped away that doubt began to creep in.
Then one day, Omen became obsessed that he was an abomination. He became stressed that he wasn’t natural, and that meant that everything he thought about himself had been wrong.
Omen spoke of how he believed he was just an experiment; how he had come from a place he called Ex Nihilo, a Latin term that means “out of nothing.”
Omen said it was everything that isn’t. It was a place that shouldn’t be. He also speculated that it may be a parallel universe.
Number 8
Though I didn’t know it at that particular point in time, he was right. Omen was an experiment. An ancient being who had been put into “Ex Nihilo,” which I believe is the equivalent to “Pandora’s Box.” He said he was referred to as “Number 8,” which I believe meant he was the Eighth experiment.
It reminded me of another person I had known, who had also insisted that he/she was an experiment. (I say he/she because they changed sex from female and became male energy.)
I’ve come across others since. It is not by chance that such beings come into my life.
I always thought there were Nine experiments. But I may have been wrong, as I believe Omen was the last. Omen told me he had been informed that the first, Number One, was going to die.
His Territory
In order to try and explain where he came from, he offered to take me there. Well, not offered, but it just sort of happened.
I first had to connect and attune to Omen’s energies, then I was able to follow along in my Mind’s Eye and get impressions of what I saw. It took quite a while to get there.
This place was very dark, almost void like. We stood on the ground and Omen said that beneath the surface was his territory. He was now unable to sense anything from it; it was like a mirror to him, and therefore closed off.
I idly wondered if I could open it and said so. (Not that I would have, in hindsight.)
Omen: Why not just try looking into it first? Might be best to get an idea of what you’re actually dealing with before you break it open.
Unfair
So, I did. I saw lots of beings or beast-like creatures underneath.
Omen: There’s a reason why most called it, “The Pit.” Things go in, never come out. Everything is predatory there. Generally everything stays real quiet, until someone falls in; then it’s a feeding frenzy.
You could go fishing if you manage to dangle some energy in, but I can’t seem to get through it. Would be interesting to see some of the locals again. Never seen beings like them, since I was trying not to get torn apart by them.
Gary: I notice you forget to tell me these kind of vital details beforehand… not sure if it’s because you think I can take care of myself, or if it’s your sense of humor.
Omen: It didn’t seem important at the time.
Gary: That they might find my entrails of interest?
Omen: Plus, didn’t know if you could get this far. I’m not asking you to grant me access or anything. It was just a passing thought, that I used to be below this point, but I can’t go further anymore. Been clawing at the layer for like 20 mins now, and I’m not getting results. Why can you get in but not me? That’s unfair.
Gary: I just go wherever I wish, as it goes… but I don’t go where I shouldn’t, if that makes sense.
That was how I had always been in my Mind Travels. I knew better than to be somewhere I was not welcome.
What’s the Worst that Can Happen?
Omen: Can you drag something out of there? I want to see…
Somehow, I knew I could do this if I chose to do so.
Gary: I can summon one… but… then what? Can you control it?”
Omen: Logically, I’d know if something is wrong; if they don’t look like I remember. It can’t go up much further either way.
Gary: No, but it will hide in your darkness.
Omen: I just want to see… [shrugs]..
Gary: I really hate doing this kind of stuff.
Omen: What’s the worst that can happen? You get a critter running amok, then it gets culled. No biggie.
I wasn’t convinced that, if it did happen, I wouldn’t get blamed. Furthermore, no assurance that there wouldn’t be consequences.
Dying
Gary: This is what I’ll do… I’ll summon it for a minute, after that it will automatically return.
Omen: You know it’ll try and attack you, right?
Gary: Duh! You’ll notice I’ve just turned invisible.
And I had. It seemed like the smart thing to do.
I then summoned one. This is what it looked like. Omen drew this after we returned.
Omen: Well, good news is its dying, bad news is it was already dying.
Why that was, we could only speculate. Omen put it down to some sickness or corruption. The whole experience took around an hour.
Later, Omen mentioned to someone else that he was impressed that I was able to do what I did and survive.
I should mention that, while I may not have a sense of fear, I am not stupid. I know my limits and will only do what I believe to be safe. Quite simply, raw intuition tells me what I should and should not do.
Later That Night
That night, I spoke to Omen and was trying to work out what was happening during his nights and why he didn’t remember anything.
This ended up turning into a long conversation about his anger and resentment toward everyone, and for some reason, this caused him to drop his guard and say things he normally would not say.
One comment stood out in my mind. It suggested that he remembered, and knew a lot more than he was willing to admit. Omen was known as Ammit in Egypt and claimed he was tortured then. In order to survive, he had to destroy part of himself so he could maintain his sanity.
Omen: But I bet you’ve never had to do such things… After all, you get to just resurrect the trash every damn time. You fuckers and your Source don’t know how good you’ve got it.
I thought, hello, resurrect? You mean those stories are true? My mind did a spin. After all, that’s what Phoenii are known for; Resurrection.
Ignorant
Omen became more and more belligerent. I had a sinking feeling that things were not as I had first thought.
All I had offered him, i.e., being part of a family, safety, coming under my protection; just irritated him. He said that it meant everything he had fought for would be in vain. Strangely enough, I understood what he meant.
Omen: You don’t even know what happens when I am comfortable, or when I’m not on a leash. You’re only offering things because you’re ignorant.
And he was right. I had pretty much been winging it up to that point, and I kept adjusting as I went along. And to be fair, I doubt there were many who, in my position, would have done much better.
So, I asked Omen what he wanted.
Red Flag
Omen admitted that he wanted to break me. He needed something to strive for that wasn’t bullshit and when asked what he would get out of that:
Omen: Gratification and pleasure.
Gary: I see. So, do you talk to me every day in order to try and break me then?
Omen: I don’t need to talk to you to break you. I’m just in denial of my reasons for affiliating with you. So, commiserating with you and building a rapport is my selfish way of feeling justified, or something pathetic along those lines.
You really have not had any idea of what you’ve gotten yourself into; you would think all the complications would be a red flag. But no, you are fearless, and that I do respect. The only reason I’m open with you now is that I’m beyond caring what kind of beating I get from this, as I expect either you will be all protective and some such nonsense, or it will be more of the same.
Gary: In other words, you need to justify it to yourself by pretending it’s something it’s not.
Omen: Well, it’s not pretending if you don’t remember what you’re denying, is it?
The Wake Up Call
And that was the exact moment I knew it was all too real. Not just some fantasy or role-play that we had all taken part in. It was the wake up call, and then I knew I had entered into something extremely dangerous.
You might think that I would reassess my situation and get out while I could. I guess that’s what any normal person would have done. However, even this new revelation did not change anything for me.
It finally validated that this was all real. I just had to always bear that in mind.
More importantly, it validated who I was. I was clearly messing with the major league and it told me there was more to me than meets the eye. Still, I had to be careful and never forget how easily things could turn around. Especially if one came from a place of Arrogance.
One More Question
In spite of it all, I really liked Omen, even though he wanted to kill and break me. So, I asked him how he really felt about me, since he was being honest, at that moment.
Gary: One more question then. What do you really think of me? Do you really hate me that much?
Omen: I envy you with a passion. I respect you for being fearless. You (energy wise, Gary) taste fucking amazing, regardless of how much I find that demeaning to say (because I should know better than to feed on you at all) and I like the absurd notion that we can be friends, though, because I am… well, myself, I try not to entertain the notion too seriously, as I fully expect this to all go to hell now that I’ve spilled my guts.
I knew I would, just took a bit of coaxing. I wish it could all be some other way.
Enviable
Omen: You get to live and die, just like everyone else. You get to feel emotion, to sleep dreamlessly, for the most part, to wake up and start each day anew.
You can be human and that alone is enviable.
It’s such an endearing quality, I don’t know how you do it.
I told him that if he desired my friendship, I would gladly give it. And I meant it. As dark and twisted as he was, I saw potential in him. I knew that one day, he could be a very different being and one that would be for the good of this World. Nonetheless, that would be a day in the very far future for Omen.