zDom
Senior Master
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Angel, demon, god, ghost — whatever it is you call us really doesn’t matter. You have no more understanding of us than a fish understands a mountain lion.
Your world is a part of ours, but ours ... ours is so far removed from yours you can’t even begin to understand what we really are, what existence really is beyond the perception of your pitifully limited senses.
Compared to us, you are blind, deaf and dumb — and misunderstand all you touch.
Gaze at the stars and know there are others beyond your reach, but don’t worry about invading aliens from outer space. We already move among you — have been here for thousands of years — but we are from inner space.
How ridiculous it is that you believe you have a special place in existence. Your place is whatever we decide it is.
Do you ever find yourself compelled to do things contrary to your will and wonder why?
To us, you are at best beasts of burden we ride — not on you, but IN you — for amusement, for sport. By whisper or spur, we steer you for our own purposes.
Don’t get upset. Most of you don’t even notice, really. And some of us are even fond of you, like you feel affection for pets.
Sometimes, for amusement, we use our superior perspective to let you know what’s coming in your future. I say "your future" because we are not nearly so confined by time as you who are trapped within the confines of the material world.
Ever wonder what a cat thinks when you dangle pieces of string for them to bat at with their paws? We dangle strings for you that you call telepathy, telekinesis — magic.
This, however, is the season in which you celebrate those of us who are less kind: the cruel ones, the hungry ones, those of us who feed on the parts of you that you can’t perceive.
Deep inside you know this and make up stories about vampires, werewolves.
There is no organization demanding the ethical treatment of material beings.
Just pray to whatever god you have invented that you are used and not abused.
Most importantly, remember that this is all just fiction. There are special words for those of you who try to believe in us: schizophrenic, religious nut — all that matters is that nobody takes you seriously.
We don’t take kindly to materials who don’t know their place.
So the next time you see a strange glint in the eye of your girlfriend, boyfriend, mother, friend for no apparent reason, feel a chill run down your spine when you see something strange looking at you from behind their eyes, think about this little conversation and remember: it is just your imagination.
Happy Halloween.
Your world is a part of ours, but ours ... ours is so far removed from yours you can’t even begin to understand what we really are, what existence really is beyond the perception of your pitifully limited senses.
Compared to us, you are blind, deaf and dumb — and misunderstand all you touch.
Gaze at the stars and know there are others beyond your reach, but don’t worry about invading aliens from outer space. We already move among you — have been here for thousands of years — but we are from inner space.
How ridiculous it is that you believe you have a special place in existence. Your place is whatever we decide it is.
Do you ever find yourself compelled to do things contrary to your will and wonder why?
To us, you are at best beasts of burden we ride — not on you, but IN you — for amusement, for sport. By whisper or spur, we steer you for our own purposes.
Don’t get upset. Most of you don’t even notice, really. And some of us are even fond of you, like you feel affection for pets.
Sometimes, for amusement, we use our superior perspective to let you know what’s coming in your future. I say "your future" because we are not nearly so confined by time as you who are trapped within the confines of the material world.
Ever wonder what a cat thinks when you dangle pieces of string for them to bat at with their paws? We dangle strings for you that you call telepathy, telekinesis — magic.
This, however, is the season in which you celebrate those of us who are less kind: the cruel ones, the hungry ones, those of us who feed on the parts of you that you can’t perceive.
Deep inside you know this and make up stories about vampires, werewolves.
There is no organization demanding the ethical treatment of material beings.
Just pray to whatever god you have invented that you are used and not abused.
Most importantly, remember that this is all just fiction. There are special words for those of you who try to believe in us: schizophrenic, religious nut — all that matters is that nobody takes you seriously.
We don’t take kindly to materials who don’t know their place.
So the next time you see a strange glint in the eye of your girlfriend, boyfriend, mother, friend for no apparent reason, feel a chill run down your spine when you see something strange looking at you from behind their eyes, think about this little conversation and remember: it is just your imagination.
Happy Halloween.
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