Friday, October 14, 2011

Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise

Talked to The Old Man today, though it was a short conversation. He's still very busy with all the technical business surrounding Grey, and has almost zero time with us nowadays.

He told me that he was already aware of the stalking, and had ordered a few Lonely Hearts ( the group Peter Rivers was apart of apparently) agents to watch over us until Grey was defeated. In fact, Steven adn I would be able to meet them in a few days.

Does this mean The Old Man is in a high position of power in The Lonely Hearts Club?

He also told me that I needed to start focusing on meditation, because that's pretty much the only option I have against Grey right now. Warned me that I needed to start practicing very soon, because if not, Grey might get even more in, too powerful to kill off.

And before he left, he informed that Grey's murders had started doubling over the past few days, and that they were now widespread over the entire Hampton Roads region, though they are still based in Portsmouth.

With him gone, I decided to take advice and ~meditate~. I printed out the instructions from wiki-how, and...tried following them. -___- Unfortunately, I could not focus. At all.

See, I can be an impatient, hyper kid. I just can't sit still. This is one of my biggest faults.

Eventually, I gave up, and for some reason, decided to try going to sleep. Couldn't, so I thought that maybe if  I read a little bit, I would tire myself and fall asleep. Went to my old book shelf, and began looking through old books. Found The Bible; my aunt's edition of it.

It's very special to me; one of the few things I have left to remember her by.

I flipped through the pages, and read a few bits. I laid down on my bed with it...and dozed off.

And then I started to dream, and for once, it did not involve Grey. involved Jesus this time instead. I am not kidding you. I awoke in the middle of the desert, and saw Jesus Christ. He was sitting alone, and talking with The Devil. The Devil was tempting Jesus. I knew this bible passage. It's when Jesus goes out into the desert to prove something I think.

The dream morphed suddenly, and I was in an endless space of white nothingness. Above me, there was a gigantic hand, and in it, there was a pencil, scratching away invisible words on an invisible sheet of paper.

I fell.

I was falling.

I'm going to fall.

I was in a court, in front of the judge.

The judge was God.

He pointed at the Jury.

The jury were The Choir.

In the Choir, I saw a Sad Messiah.

He was bored and tired of my laments.

Said, "I died for you one time, but never again."

He pointed to the witness stand.

In the witness stand, I saw The Holy Spirit, in the form of a mother.

My mother.

She wept as she reported how much of a failure I was.

How she tried to show me who was wrong.

How she tried to show me who was strong.

How she tried to show me who didn't belong.

How she tried to show me that I just wouldn't last long.

I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, right, mother?

And then mother pointed out the Lawyer.

The Lawyer...TheDyingMan.

Not Grey though. This one was different.

Stronger. Wilder. Simpler.

I was Guilty.

But then I tried meditating, and somehow, it worked. As soon as I was soon as I stopped paying attention, the courtroom scene washed away and I was in a forest clearing. Directly across from me, I spied a Fox. The Fox was....well, just made up of light.

Like, light just shone out of it.

I realized that this was the spiritual weapon I could use against Grey...all I needed to find out was its name...

I asked it its name. It did not answer; the dream ended before it could tell, or show me.

I wasn't in my bed, where I had fallen asleep. I was outside, on one side of the street.

On the other side, Grey stood, with his arms outstretched.

 He was laughing happily and telling me to "Come to papa!!" 

Fuck you, Grey. I realized that he had somehow possessed me while I was ~out~, and ran back to my house. Grey tried chasing after me, but I'm a pretty fast runner; had the door locked and everything by the time he got to the front door.

So....that's what happened today.

....Steven wants to investigate a certain location tomorrow, but I don't think I'll be able to make it, unfortunately. Sorry, dudes, my bad.

I just don't feel well.

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