March 1 2014
There was a thrill kill cult in town. They based their killings on the alignment of stars and planets. They had something planned, something big that they were calling “Cosmos”. No one knew what it was, just that it was coming soon.
Three old high school classmates of mine were part of the cult and had my mother held captive in her house. I raced to her. When I got there they were acting nice and making food with her. They smiled at me smugly because they knew I knew. But my mother didn’t understand the danger she was in, or that she would not be able to leave if she trued. They made it clear to me they would not leave. Once it got dark and my mother fell asleep, we all went onto the front porch to confront one another. They assured me they were not planning on hurting her, that they needed to lure me there, because someone was there to see me.
I looked up into the dark yard, where, pacing slowly in front of the porch, was a tall figure. Heavily cloaked in a layered black hooded robe. Ominous as all hell. Fear shot through me instantly, but I stayed calm. I knew immediately he had to have been who lead them.
He stopped pacing when he was in front of me, turned, and pulled down his hood. His skin was the pale, nearly blue, almost luminescent, with the same colored horns all over his head. The horns retracted when the moonlight moved over them.
His features were sharp and sinister but softened slightly with the retraction of the horns.
He was so stoic, so intense, so beautiful.
I was being pulled in by him, I could feel myself gravitating towards him, emotionally and mentally and physically, in an adoration and fearful love…I knew it was happening and that it must be why the others followed him. That charisma that leaders of cults have. And I thought to myself, but didn’t say out loud- “I wont kill for you.” He almost smiled, “You’re not here for that.”, he said.
He took a step forward to me but never left the yard. His voice was low, deep, soft. Commanding. Chilling
“You’re different.”, he said.
I found myself stepping of the porch towards him.
“You have another purpose. A bigger purpose.” I walked into the moonlight- about 6 feet from him. He looked me in the eyes, “Look at the moon.”, he said.
I looked up at the moon above us, it was huge, crystal clear, as if it was right there in front of us. So bright and detailed I could see every crater, as I looked at it I almost cried as I felt myself fall in love with it. In a way that felt as though I’ve always loved it, as if I was connected to it in some way and only now felt and understood that I was.
I looked back at him, breathless, I saw his face with the same clarity now as the moon. So close. even though he was still a couple yards from me, unmoving. His black eyes, and his smooth cool skin. No emotion in his visage , yet, I felt I could see certain feelings run through him. Feelings about me, confusing feelings I couldn’t get a lock on.
“Now hold it.”
It seemed like an odd thing to say, but I didn’t hesitate, I knew I could. I knew I could *hold* it. I reached my hands up and cupped them on either side of the moon.
I felt a soft pulse through me as if able to feel how it effected my body in all the ways I never do. The tides within me. I could feel a pulsing pull and push between my hands and through my fingers.
It felt right. It felt like I was doing what I was meant to do. Like I was realizing a power I had always had.
“Yes. That’s right. You were meant to do this.” He was guiding me. I was so enraptured with the moon and the power that I was allowing him to guide me through, even though I knew he was using me for some larger purpose. A purpose that I could only imagine was not good.
“Now turn it like a woman unlocks a door”
This was another odd instruction that i could identify as being odd, but still simultaneously understand completely. I knew exactly how to do it.
I kept one hand reached up to it and aligned my thumb and middle finger along its edges, as if holding a combination lock.
I began to slowly make the spinning motion with my fingers, at first it didn’t catch, it just looked like I was making the motions against the image of it. But then it did, slightly. I felt it lock in and spin. But the moon itself did not spin, it was the stars around it that did. As if I was holding the moon stationary as I spun the galaxy around it.
It made me gasp, a tickle of the strangest mixture or feelings in my gut…disbelief, fear, exhilaration, yet feeling as though it was right, and that I understood. Like this was who I was.
It felt dangerous as well. The power. But it wasn’t the power I feared.
I turned it again, harder this time, but still so slowly. The sky and everything spun around it, keeping me and the moon stationary. This time I *heard* it…it was like the sound of an earthquake, but from above. It didn’t rattle the earth, it vibrated molecules. But gently, not in a catastrophic way. In way I doubt anyone else even noticed. As if I only noticed because I was connected to it, touching it.
“Again.” He was still unmoved and watching me.
I knew what I was doing was part of his plan. But I realized he needed me to do it, because he couldn’t. Which meant I had a power he didn’t. Which meant he was not more powerful than me. Which made him no longer frightening. But equal.
I turned it again, harder, and not as slow.
It twisted everything, I became disoriented for a moment and was now on the ground, on my back, looking up the moon directly above.
Gravity had changed, it pulled and pushed differently, it held things differently. It held me differently. I felt it inside me like magnets.
The moon was no longer a normal sphere, it was Mobius, some kind of Mobius oval. And it churned, like it had busted apart and was alive with a different gravity and movement.
I laid there in awe of it. Complete and utter awe. It was the most magnificent thing I had ever seen.
I whispered out loud, in rapturous disbelief, “This is a dream.”
As soon as I whispered the words the churning moon looked as though it was turning into smoke and chaos and two enormous stone planks emerged from its center and somehow speared through impossible distance between us in seconds and stabbed through me. I jolted up, unharmed, and everything went back to normal in an instant.
“You failed” He said, in a disgusted tone and turned away from me. I was confused for a moment and got my groundings.
My mind raced, trying to understand what happened. Then it hit me, it was when iI said that it was a dream. My disbelief broke the connection. My belief that this was a dream, and not real, made me fail. I ran to him and grabbed his arm.
“I can do it, I can do it, I know I can, what did you expect me to believe? You show up like this? In this way? How could I not have thought it was a dream?”, I was nearly pleading, desperate to be given another chance.
He smiled.
I wasn’t afraid of him at all anymore. I knew the power I had now.
I was alive with it. I was in it. I knew if I did this I’d be whole and fully realized. I’d be unstoppable and no matter what happened, I would survive.
I ran inside to my mother and woke her. I told her that I was about to do something, and that it could possibly leave me temporarily catatonic. (I just knew it would- I don’t even know now what I was doing, but I knew in the dream) She was terrified. She was afraid it was evil.
I told her it was ok. And for her to think of it as a transcendental meditation with the moon. Which I knew wasn’t completely true, bit also not completely a lie.
I walked back out under the moon and in front of Him.
“Im ready”…
He looked at me, and I woke up.