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Throughout my life, I have been frequently visited and shown things that, at the time, I could not understand. So, now that Im older, wiser, and have taken my place on the throne, Id like to share some of those visits and sights with you.

The Hidden Wall
It is one of the most memorable I can recall. Asleep within the lower chambers of my father home, where I constantly frequented, I began to project. This was far before I gained a better hand on it, mind you, so I was unaware of what was going on. Above my sleeping body was a socket in the wall. I looked down to my hand, and found a plug within it. A normal, everyday plug. But there was nothing it was attached to. As if drawn to the socket, I placed the plug in, and turned it. The walls made a small latch sound, as if something was opening, and split before my very eyes. I walked into the shadows I saw.

As light began to make itself known, I could see I was in an alley of some kind. There were multitudes of people and things, all kinds of creatures. Music, bantering, small paper lights streaming the air. Streamers of all colors, and many kinds of street vendors pedaling their wares. I looked around as my feet continued to walk, though knew not where I was going. And I stopped before a man, with a simple looking art set. He spoke to me, tho I cannot remember the words, and placed his finger on my forehead. Pulling away, he handed me the colors in the case he had, the pencils and inks and paints. He then gave me a set of pads, filled with blank paper and pads. I then left the man, and continued to wander through the alley. I came upon darkness, and from there, my eyes were opened wide. And as I opened my mouth to speak, my body was yanked from the alley, back to the normal world. The door of the alley closed, the plug disintegrated, and I returned to the waking world.

Next time, Ill tell you of how I met the darkness later within my life, and maybe another story or two from before then.

Im glad to know that. I wish I could describe all I saw better. Ill try and one day do a visual piece. One day

Im thinking... No, I will do the next part of the darkness now.

Power Of Darkness
In my travels as I grew older, I met the darkness over again, a few times. It was me, in another life. As such, he became one with me, and all that I saw, I wrote. I told others it was a story I just came up with. But now I know, it was a reality I lived. The entire story is here.

Power Of Darkness

I warn you. Tis not for the faint of heart.