I don't remember my childhood. No recollection at all...if I even had one. I must of had one...don't you think? I can see the years as they go by but not see further then maybe three, four tops. After that, it is empty...like I never existed. A shadow...yes, that is what it seems like, a shadow. As though I hold a candle high over my head and a sharp line of dark separates what I remember from what is hidden from me. I don't know how old I am. I must be old though I don't look it. If I were to take a guess, I'd say I look about thirty. I must be old because I know so many things. Not just random knowledge, I know in great detail about many things. I don't even know I know these things until I need it. Then its all there inside my mind. Quite like having the internet in my head, only more reliable. Ask me about Ronald Reagan and I will tell you everything from what he ate for breakfast to how strong a hold Nancy had on his testes. Want to hear something even more disturbing? Ask me about King Nebuchadnezzar the second, and I will tell you about the wonderful Hanging Gardens of Babylon he had built for his homesick wife Amytis of Media. Trees and plants from her homeland wasn't what she needed to cure her of her illness. What she needed was the man loved by her which could never be granted as imposed duty fell upon her shoulders to unite the two dynasties of Median and Babylon. You may not find that piece of info too easily in any history book. That was in 601BC and when I get to thinking about it, I remember everything like it was yesterday. It was a beautiful garden, too bad it was destroyed by an earthquake many years later. Hmmmm, well now, where were we? Ah yes, we were talking about me.

I was telling of my peculiarities. I am old though don't look what age I must be, and I have no direct memory past a few years though I have intimate knowledge of the past peoples as though I lived along side them. I am also unafraid of anything. I march through each day and have little urge for anything less then finding and watching 'special people'. 'Special people'...those are the ones who tend to stand out in the pages of history. Of course, I have a knack for picking them out. Why that is? Another mystery added to the list. Lately, there is a growing unrest that is making existence unpleasant. It started a short while before the 911 event that happened in the United States of America while I was in the middle east. I was in the company of a man you would know as Osama bin Laden. That isn't the name he uses but is what the Western world uses so it will do. That doesn't matter though, while I was at that part of the earth, I noticed a calling for want of a better word. Like the earth itself was trying to get my attention. Not the planet but an energy that radiates from her. Energy itself has a language. That language was once known and has been lost for a very, very long time. Alchemist of old had discovered it. The most famous you would have heard of has many names and many stories. That name is Merlin. Anyway, the earth talked to me. I wasn't surprised when I heard it. I have heard it before... at some time. The language doesn't translate to the word. It is more about the impressions left in the mind. There is a door or portal I am suppose to find. To where it leads I know not. Where this bridge to somewhere else is located is unknown to me as well. I don't like not knowing things. It is unnatural to me.

I had a vision recently. In it I saw a dwarfish man, standing near a river I vaguely recognized, throw a blackish ball of energy into a mans chest. As he threw the dark energy, he spoke in ancient alchemic dialect. I knew the meaning of those sounds uttered. The dwarf was casting the frame to the portal. The portal I need to find. The man who would become that living door fell to the ground from the impact. There is were my vision ended. I must find this man. I have been looking for him for just over a month and succeeded in finding an abandoned house on the edge of a forest. In the house was a note. The paper was damaged by water which had found it before I did making most a mess of most of it. The last part was still clear enough. It was all I needed. It said...

"Its been another week. I think it best I tuck this paper upon which I have told my story somewhere that will be found if I should disappear. And I am now certain I will disappear. My entire torso is a gaping hole now. If you read this, don't come looking for me. Please, just stay away from that damned old forest. In fact, it would be best to destroy it. Burn it! Send the air force to bomb it! Erase it somehow. I am so afraid for us all now. Today something threw that pencil back out. It was chewed up and covered in a black appalling slime. It came out with such force that it speared the mirror I was looking into at the time. In the reflection just before the pencil shot out, I swear I saw a malformed face. It was cruel looking and had several sets of eyes and a large stinking maw. I whimpered. What else can I do? If you are reading this take action right away. Please..I beg of you. I am ready to go back into the woods now. You will most likely not hear from me more. Farewell and if this is what I suspect it is in me, I wish you all the luck and love of God to beat it back to hell where it should never be allowed to leave."

The woods, that is where my door will be found. I set out to find it at once. I found him, the portal that is. It was near a fast river, a river that I observed was much like the Abbai River during the rainy season. Maybe this river and Abbai are one and the same. Wouldn't surprise me at all. That river is born from the Ethiopian Highlands is the very same that flowed out of the Garden of Eden. At one time it was called Gihon River...yes, a very holy water. No surprise at it being here for me what so ever. The man chosen to be the portal had transformed. He was held up between two old trees that appeared to have reached out and encased his outstretched arms in their branches. Impossible to distinguish where the wood ended and the flesh began as they held his life in balance and the portal open. The mans head was laying across his shoulder and was pale and waxy looking. His body framed a large black hole that pulsated with slithering snakes around its edges. The hole was large enough to step through with only a small duck of the head and maybe a sweeping away of some of the wriggling snakes. His legs disappeared in the ground. When looking at the spectacle that was once a man, it appeared as though his middle bulged out like a fold in time. Yet he was very much alive. I know he felt my presence and had been waiting for me. Now I move to enter the door to see why it is I was beckoned. His eyes opened and tracked my progress as I approach. On the edge of the dark hole, his mouth opened and he said in a voice sounding like it was filled with steel scraping steel, "Enter this way point and see divinity in forms. Out matched are you though you walked with ages past. Discovering meaning is to discover deception. You know not the flower from the weed. Pass through dark-man." I stepped through. I felt a cold wave hit me like the slapping of deep water. Dizziness and disorientation threaten to overwhelm me. I was drifting without any footing to secure me. There was a sound...like a speeding locomotive racing straight towards me. I felt heat approach as fast as the sound did. Something very large came and its focus was me.....

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