The Prince of Darkness Meets His Nemesis
In this particular universe there are layers and layers of hierarchies
in the Invisible Realms. Submerged as waveforms in an Ocean of
Consciousness, all are connected in the holographic web of this
Totality.
Even the Prince of Darkness is only consciousness in
one layer, one level of a specific frequency within a vast spectrum that
adds to and upholds the temporal illusory holographic matrix of our
polarity universe. In his egoistic self-absorption, he has not noticed
another who silently watches and influences him – for reasons and
purposes known only to her.
Layers in the Phantasmal Hierarchies
Somewhere in space high above the Earth, the Prince of Darkness was
enjoying a very dry martini and having a manicure. Two delicate,
beautiful young girls of oriental descent were buffing his quite long
nails. One of the girls found an errant cuticle and timidly began to
trim it, when accidentally she cut too deeply.
“Ouch!” the
pitiless Prince exclaimed. A tiny amount of blood oozed from his cuticle
and he licked it up quickly, finding it delicious. “You half-witted
idiot! Are you trying to kill me? Watch that!”
He was in a very
irritable mood. He looked at the girls at his feet with disinterest and
remembered a time when he would have enjoyed a fling with all of them,
using them for his own pleasure. But these days sex and women in general
totally bored him.
The Deal
He sipped his gin and
sneered. He could not understand how the ‘deal’ had gotten so totally
out of his control. The original terms he had made with the earthling
governments were simple: ET technology for human DNA. The ambitious
impatient scientists and greedy business tycoons never realized that the
dazzling technology they received was in effect barbaric, inefficient,
and crippling to the planet Earth's environment.
But then as if
from nowhere, what seemed like hoards of rogue ET races also eager to
procure human DNA managed to negotiate trade agreements with other
governments, anti-governments, and international criminal organizations.
These numerous clandestine agreements were made behind his back,
without so much as even informing him - much less asking for his royal
permission, as would have been proper. These ET aliens were themselves
nothing more than criminals who had begun to successfully intercept his
deliveries and upset his trade agreements.
Chaos ruled. The
Prince of Darkness himself had lost control over the entire operation.
How was he to know that the dang human genome would be so popular, so
valuable, so in demand. It was completely beyond him.
Feelings, argh!
Why anyone in the universe would want to experience a wide spectrum of
emotions was a mystery to the heartless Prince. He detested feeling
anything and lately he been having really revolting dreams about a
strange woman. He knew he had a soul of sorts, but he never wasted his
time thinking about such things.
As his mind drifted back to
his gin, suddenly out of thin air there appeared before him six
uninvited guests in the room. Shocked by the intrusion, he dropped his
martini glass on the floor and it shattered into fragments of crystal
shards.
“Who in Hades are you?” he said.
Those were to
be the last words to issue from the Prince’s rather reptilian lips, at
least for a while. He found himself completely paralyzed - frozen and
unable to move any part of his hard perfectly formed body. He struggled
against the ice hex, but to no avail.
“Hello,” a woman's sickly sweet, shrill voice slowly echoed inside his brain.
The lady was dressed in a suit of gold armor and she looked splendid,
if somewhat sinister. She seemed to be the leader of the five male
warriors who accompanied her and showed her total deference. Not that
she needed any protection. She was certainly in control of the situation
and the now frozen Prince. Her statuesque perfect body was adorned with
semi-solid jewels that were not jewels at all, but rather some sort of
plasma technology, which apparently she controlled with her thoughts.
Her arms and legs were long and muscular, but in the most elegant
feminine way. She had no hair, but rather wore a golden-jeweled
triangular plate upon her forehead that was embedded into her skull. She
was entirely self-confident.
The Prince of all Darkness – so
he thought - felt himself boil with anger. He wanted to rip her throat
out. She laughed at him.
“Well, well, now that is a nasty
thought, my prince,” she smiled menacingly. “And from you - you who have
performed for us so nicely all these many years.”
“You shrew, you can read my thoughts.”
“Read your thoughts?” she replied still smiling as if the moment was of
little importance. “From where do you think your thoughts, as you so
freely term them, have originated all these centuries?”
“From my brilliant brain, where else!” said the infuriated Prince.
“Oh!
That's a good one!” And she began to laugh in earnest, her five
warriors joining in. Their laughter entered into his body, his nervous
system, and his psyche in some unspeakably insidious manner, cutting
like a knife. He felt totally degraded.
“Who are you?” he demanded!
“Hmm. Who..... are..... you.....?” she sang complacently. “The Prince
of Darkness wants to know who we are. Perhaps, oh great tyrant, terror
of the universe, you should ask yourself - who you are, or rather who
you have ever been.”
He hated riddles, unless of course he had
made them up. But he was still paralyzed and had no choice other than to
listen to this termagant.
“Just tell me what you want!” he said testily.
“Ah, my prince, I have always had exactly what I wanted from you. You
have always been, shall we say, my perfect pawn,” she was smiling again.
“Your pawn?” he repeated incredulously.
“Mmmm-hmm…” she replied. “And you are quite good at it actually - so completely obedient to my will.”
“How can that be? I am the Prince, the Lord of the Darkside, ruler and tyrant over all my dominion,” he asserted.
“Fool, you have been programmed from the beginning of your hatred. Once
you allowed the frequencies of fear, hate, and envy to take over your
consciousness - you became my slave, a blank page for me to write my
programs of tyranny upon. Your hatred of goodness and freedom made you
an ideal dupe. Do you really imagine that you could have thought of such
ingenious methods to enslave an entire planet on your own?” Her
laughter derided him.
“In point of fact, you are by our
standards rather ordinary - even stupid,” she added cheerfully, as if
she needed to gouge him with the point.
Though still paralyzed
from head to toe, he felt as though he might explode. The word dupe
drove him mad. He was deflated, demoralized, and insulted by her utter
scorn for --- for, well, his genius, his strategies, and obviously his
unparalleled physical beauty. He wondered vaguely if she had read his
poetry. He felt an overwhelming urge to kill her.
“That will never happen,” she said. “You are as powerless against me now as you have ever been.”
“Why have you come? Why are you telling me this now?” he asked.
The Laws of Magnetism
“Because the end of this little game is near, and it amuses me,” she
said with no feeling, “to see you like this - to make you understand
that you are nothing.”
With that, she and her guards vanished
into the air from which they had come. As he regained control of
himself, miraculously the broken martini glass reformed itself in his
hand as if to further insult him with her powers. Dazed and exhausted,
he fell in a heap on the floor.
He knew that the Laws of
Magnetism allowed beings from the Phantasmal Hierarchies to attach
themselves to the earthlings they resonated with. The frequencies of a
living being attracted like beings throughout all the nested layers of
dimensional realities.
But it had never occurred to him that he himself was a carrier.
By V. Susan Ferguson
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