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Short Story: "MY FRIEND BEHIND THE MIRROR."

MY FRIEND BEHIND THE MIRROR

BY

ALBERTO KENNEDY 

a.k.a.

"GRIMOIRE"

 

When I was very little I had a friend. His name was the same as mine. He even looked like me which wasn't at at all weird at the time because I was old enough to realize he was my reflection. But the fact was, he wasn't me at all. He was my age but knew so many things. We talked about those things that children talk about. Things like school, toys, cartoons and games. We used to talk for hours late at night when my mother and brother were asleep. He taught me so much. Until he said goodbye. 

"Well Eric, you're getting older. Your almost 10 years old and pretty soon your going to forget about me. It's okay though. You're supposed too."

"But I don't want to forget about you. Your my friend."

"Don't be sad. It's a good thing. Because you are going to grow up, meet many new, fun and interesting people. You'll make new friends. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Just promise me you'll remember everything I taught you. The magic I taught you, how to use your mind, your light and listen to the other people that do magic. Learn from them. You are going to need it when you're older. Life is going to start going so fast. Some parts are going to be fun and exciting while other parts are going to be hard, scary and sad. But you are special. You will get through all of it. I am going to visit you again when your older and you can show me all that you have learned. Okay?"

" Okay."

20 years later, I met my friend again. It was late at night around 2 p.m. or 3 p.m. As I walked past the mirror in my room, I saw a child in the mirror that looked like me when I was 10 years old. I'm 30 years old now. The child had a sinister look on his face. All the innocence and friendliness I remembered from him was utterly absent.

"Do you remember me?"

"Of course I do Eric."

"Did you keep your promise? The promise to keep up with your magics and abilities. I truly hope that you did."

"I have and you know that I have."

"True. I am happy to see you, Eric."

"I know. I also know now you were never my friend. The magic you taught me and the lessons you gave me were for your benefit. What I don't understand is why did you invest so much time in this "long con" game? Why nurture me and my abilities and give me a portion of your power if you were only going to try and consume me as all demons like you do? Wouldn't it have been easier to prey upon me when I was a weak innocent child?"

"Well...of course it would have been. With any other child. I have consumed thousands of children over the millennia. Your kind forget so easily and have no respect for the unseen worlds. You were different, however. You came from people with magic. It was so hard to get to you and if I tipped my hand prematurely, I'd have the weight of your ancestors, your protectors both physical and spiritual on my head. I couldn't have that. So, I was patient and I waited. Of course I could have had you when you were but a child. But where would be the fun in that?"

The little boy in the mirror became even more intimidating. He now had two gaping black holes where is eyes should have been. 

"You see Eric, I like to play with my food before I eat it. I find pleasure in not only betrayal but in the challenge. I lust to devour prey that can equal my strength. Why do you think I made you promise that you would continue to practice your natural abilities of magic? Why do you think that I gave you power? I needed you to become strong and powerful before I slaughtered you, spirit, mind and soul."

I smiled. 

I did listen to it. I did develop my abilities. Not just my natural magical abilities but my psychic abilities, too. I studied magics from other cultures, from the most ancient of civilizations and what the demon did not know was that I merged with many different pantheons. They became a part of me. The demon also didn't know that the power it gave me as a child, grew too. I developed the ability to feed on power. 

As it talked, I was feeding on it. I'm always feeding so as soon as he appeared in the mirror, I began consuming it. I was devouring it and it didn't even know.

"Now, I am going to devour you and your entire family. I think I'll drive you all insane as I drink your health, your dreams and your happiness. I think..."

"Yes, you think what?" 

"What are you doing, Eric?"

"What do you mean?" I said coyly.

"Do not play coy with me you fucking insect! You dare try to feed on me? I am a child of forever! You are just human trash! A fucking blink of a dying man's eye! You are the food of my kind! You are nothing! I will swallow your..."

" Shut the fuck up, demon. You are an eternal fool with bad breath hiding behind whispers and shadow. You feed on the light that you and your ilk are no longer fit to bask in. You cannibalize your own in the darkest places of being and dine on your own excrement, than call humanity trash to make your existence seem superior when you are but one of a broken species that chose not to evolve. You are the dust that was left from a long dead universe. Your power, your timelessness, indeed your essence is but an echo of your own ruination. You are not fire and brimstone. You are nothing but shit and flatulence. I abjure you and shatter all that you are and all that you have done. I take your power. It was forfeit the moment you hatched your pathetic subterfuge. Now, let the ancient words I speak both rip you apart and incinerate your consciousness. I fragment the patchwork essence you pathetically call a soul. Oblivion is waiting for you, Eric."

I spoke in a whisper as not to awaken my sleeping family...

AKKADIAN EXORCISM: "KASPUM GIRRU, QAMU GIDIM KHUL, KASPUM GIRRU, QAMU GIDIM ALLAH KHUL. ASSALUIH KASPUM GIRRU, QAMU GIDIM KHUL.

QAMU, QAMU, QAMU."

TRANSLATION:  "SILVER FIRE, BURN THE EVIL ONE. SILVER FIRE, BURN THE EVIL GOD. ASSALUIH (Sumerian/Akkadian God of Exorcisms.) BURN THE EVIL ONE. BURN, BURN, BURN."

The demon, still looking like a frightful child, began to burn. At first defiantly screaming obscenities, threats, curses and promises of destruction. Than as it began to fall apart and fade away it pleaded and begged for me to stop trying to tempt me with wishes that it swore to grant. 

I just silently watched and fed on it's power and let it burn, as I gave it a tender smile. My eyes became a brilliant opalescent hue. My only wish was to be more powerful than the demon. 

Now, I am.

"About these false prophets, though..."

Painting by Luca Signorelli "The Devil talks with the Anti-Christ."

You'll know a false prophet by the lies they spout. Engaging you with theatrics, chicanery and  equivocation with venomous  eloquence, that poisons your heart and mind with doubts. 

A false prophet will convince you that hate is good and that love is bad. They will use your religion, your hopes, your weaknesses and your fears to control every thought you have. 

They speak shadow words that incite you, that excite you, that move you and ignite you. Casting an illusion of solidarity with others who also have fallen under the sway of shadow, just like you. 

The shadow words of a false prophet are designed to awaken your darker nature. Their intent is to control your soul and behavior. They seek to make you believe that not only do you need a savior but that they are that savior. They know most people would do anything for their savior which puts you and everybody else, in clear and present danger.

All false prophets share sociopathic narcissistic tendencies. They will demonize, mock and galvanize the masses against their enemies hoping that you never realize that true prophets, are rare and they never have enemies. Prophet's are usually killed by the people they are trying to save. Prophet's love without violence or inciting violence and for this unconditional love, they are fearless and brave. 

False prophets on the other hand, care about no one except themselves. Their passionate rhetoric works like dark spells in the sense that all it does is raise hell. They're  cowards. They lie and connive with their saccharine sweet cyanide laced diatribes. They're no better than the Snake oil peddlers who preyed on the settlers by promoting fear and acrimony. They are little more than forked tongued instigators, ego masturbators and two-faced meddlers.

False prophets can make the insane look sane and make the sane look profane. Remember that true humanity has nothing to do with fallacy or profanity. They'll make you second guess your sanity. They are the harbingers of chaos and calamity not by the hands of god or the devil but by the hands of men and women who have chosen to sacrifice their humanity. Sacrificing their conscience and soul for earthly power excusing their using of religion and GOD as a weapon, thinking that they are the chosen ones and perverting the Nazerene's original tenets, of true Christianity. 

Shadow words abound turning sister against sister and brother against brother. Making money the new god and man the new devil as we wage war on one another. 

Beware those that have hate in their heart and in the words they give their voice too. To love and to lead with love is a choice, to hate another because they are not like you, makes you spiritually vulnerable. Let's not forget that hate is a choice, too. 

You'll know a false prophet by the lies they spout. Engaging you with theatrics, chicanery and  equivocation with venomous  eloquence, that poisons your heart and mind with doubts. 

They speak shadow words that incite you, that excite you, that move you and ignite you. Casting an illusion of solidarity with others who also have fallen under the sway of shadow, just like you. 

The shadow words of a false prophet are designed to awaken your darker nature. Their intent is to control your soul and behavior. They seek to make you believe that not only do you need a savior but that they are that savior. They know most people would do anything for their savior which puts you and everybody else, in clear and present danger.

Before you are lulled into a state of somnambulance, wake up and take a good look at who you're listening too. Theology dictates that the bible was written by men after their savior, the son of GOD, was crucified again, by men. So, until proven otherwise, the only savior that can truly save you, is you.

 

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Super Heroes 101: "HOW TO FIGHT EVIL."

Super Hero 101: "HOW TO FIGHT EVIL"

When I was a child I figured out that I could do things. Magical things. Read people, tarot cards, see, hear and feel the dead, communicate with elementals and much more. I was 12 years old when I decided to explore these gifts. That was when, I decided to fight evil. As a child, I saw evil as a singular tangible force that opposed everything good. Like criminals, black magicians and anything and everything that opposed my idea of what good was. I used to think fighting evil was like the comic books I used to read, punching and kicking the bad guys or dropping spells on those dastardly black magicians and all would be made right and good saves the day. I look back at my innocence and naiveté and smile with both love and sadness for how little my child self knew in those days. How much my mother struggled to keep the darkness of the world at bay to keep my childhood and innocence intact. Thanks, mama. I know it was almost an impossible task.

Now, as an adult I understand that good and evil are subjective polarities. They are subjective interpretations of how we preceive the world and the actions and reactions with in it. Are people who don't worship god like you do, evil? Are people evil because they don't worship god at all? Are people good because they go to church every sunday? Are people good if they follow the law even though in following the law, they destroy innocent lives? Nothing in this world is black and white. Nothing in this world is as simple as good and evil. Nothing in this world is as it seems and quite possibly, it never was.

In this world, one's hero is another person's villain and one's villain another person's hero. In the end it doesn't really matter because in the fullness of time, we collectively destroy,  outgrow or forget both. This is because in the fullness of time, good evolves into evil and evil evolves into good. This cycle or process is part of our very evolution and can take decades,  centuries or even a couple of millennia and is often a very painful process.

Evil is not tangible. It isn't something you can fight with old fashioned fisticuffs or Kung Fu kicks. Evil, true evil, is amorphous. It is hate, superiority, greed, racism, weaponized ignorance, bigotry, corruption, sociopathy, the dehumanization and demonization of others that don't agree, look or act like you, its the weaponization of fear, hate and religion to subjugate the already disenfranchised. Evil is the persecution of the innocent and the villianization of innocents by the very ones doing the persecution. Its the justification of murder and use of the law to terrorize, abuse and kill those the law swore to protect. Evil is Gestapo-esque organizations rounding up people for deportation for being in a country illegally even though this country was and currently is, stolen land and our very Government from its very inception, is the true and original illegal interloper. Not everyone who disagrees with you is your enemy or evil nor is everyone who agrees with you, your friend or good. It's not that simple. Nothing has ever been that simple. Nothing.

So, how do you fight an amorphous and indefinite evolutionary principle that all things must go through or experience in order to evolve and grow? How do you fight against evil? You study it. You study how it was created, how it manifested, you investigate it's roots, what nurtures it, you study it's appeal to others who may advocate, tolerate, are complicit with it and those who embrace it, you study how it corrupts. Evil is much like a virus in that it follows the same behavioral patterns a virus does. Evil will infiltrate, infect, mulitply and corrupt. When fighting any kind of evil follow this simple formula: filtration (filtering), disinfection (cleaning), decreasing (reducing) and purging (removing and purifying). This formula can be implemented in the fight against perceived evil by perceiving/using this formula as a concept, principle and/or process that can be modified for any medium or platform. You can even upgrade your current strategies of fighting evil by retrofitting them with this simple formula.

Always remember, truly fighting evil starts inside us. By looking inside our selves and being honest about who we are, our justifications, our passions, our motives, our agendas, our fears and acknowledging what we're doing to others and why. Once we've fought the evil inside ourselves, we will have the experience and power to fight the complicated and intangible evil in the world.