Randy, an unassuming and humble North Dakota man whose outward appearance belies the spiritual bad-ass that he is, fights in a war that most of us, thankfully, know nothing about. In fact, just like the men and women who keep us safe in the physical realm, he is doing the same in the astral.
He, as I’ve previously written in the blog Chosen, is battling entities that feast on our telepathic gifts. Yes, I know. This sounds so far-fetched that even I, who have witnessed some crazy shit, am scratching my head. Had I – and others – not had similar interactions with these malicious Beings, I might doubt it, too.
But I have seen, heard, and felt them. What’s more, I was hunted.
From time to time, Randy and I swap intuitive information. About a year ago, he said he felt like these beasts were winning, and he needed to do something different; he didn’t know what. Could I help?
One of the reasons I love my brand of Intuitive Reiki is that the messages – and their deliverers – are empowering, positive, and energetically pure. During a session, I’m never concerned by what I see, sense, or hear. And I’ve certainly never been worried or frightened that something I make telepathic contact with will try to kill me.
But Randy has. Repeatedly.
Knowing this, his request had me feeling a bit skittish. After all, I like being spiritually safe, and I didn’t wanna know anything about entities who are intent on changing that. But, in this case, I felt I could fly under the radar, see what I needed to see, and get out without any issue. Isn’t that how the well-intentioned die in horror movies?
Regardless, in the safety of my home, I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply, and upon exhaling, I was among Them.
The stars were shining, illuminating the vast North Dakota sky and prairie. I could see for miles, in all directions, the breathtaking beauty of both heaven and earth eliciting awe; a city girl could get used to this. As I turned in slow circles, I could hear crickets and frogs as well as switchgrass rustling in the fragrant summer breeze. It was idyllic. But then the scenery changed slightly, like an overlay, and I noticed a fresh mound of dirt with Randy standing near it.
Wearing cowboy boots, jeans, and a western shirt, he didn’t appear to be dressed to battle with what resided beneath. Yet he remained still, listening. While doing so, the entity slunk out of the hole. On all fours, it was about the size of a Border Collie, but when it rose, its muscular raptor-like hind legs supported a prehistoric reptilian body, on top of which rested the head of a crocodile. It had my full attention as it scented the air with its forked tongue.
Randy remained motionless, outwardly unruffled.
The alien cocked its hideous, toothy head, flicked its tongue, and waggled its small T. Rex arms. I watched as it stepped forward, hesitated, and then moved again. Within minutes, it began whipping its head back and forth, seeking, while forcibly blowing air out its nostrils, and making high-pitched clicking-screeching noises.
It appeared frustrated, possibly thinking it had lost its prey, and yet Randy was inches from it. It was then that I understood the beast wasn’t tracking Randy’s scent, but rather his telepathic signature, something Randy had succeeded in cloaking.
A corner of my mouth twitched upward, but was quickly erased with the knowledge that this thing was hunting Randy, not to kill him, for it was merely a scout, but to report back to those who would.
Months later, Randy woke in a cold sweat, an alien’s face inches from his was telepathically hissing, Youuuuu arrrrre nexxxxxt. But instead of being frightened, Randy smiled, said something flippant (or flipped the bird?), and the vile image faded away.
But despite Randy’s cheeky ‘tude, he was frightened, not only for himself and his family, but for all those highly telepathic souls he had sworn to protect.
Looking into this, I found myself on a foggy, cobblestone street, in what felt like London, but could have been San Fran. The sound-distorting fog and limited lighting were disorienting, and once again I found myself turning in circles, this time to get my bearings. I moved closer to a streetlight, and as I did, I noticed I was wearing a dark-hued hooded cloak. The symbolism wasn’t lost on me. Just then, in the distance, I heard a louder, stronger version of the scout’s clicking-screeching noise. It was answered immediately by another unseen beast, this one much closer.
Fuuuuck. They’re communicating! They’re HUNTING! Those thoughts filled me with fear, as did the knowledge that these monstrosities possessed intelligence.
The thing moved silently and was now nearly next to me. It was a much larger version of the scout, except that its head was more like that of a Ridley Scott alien. As if sensing me, it paused, tilted its domed head, blinked its obsidian eyes, flicked its forked tongue, and took one step closer. I did not move a muscle.
It can’t see me, right? That’s impossible, I tried to reassure myself. I’m a projection!
Both of us stood completely motionless, terror oozing from my pores as I tried not to poop my holographic pants. Just when I was positive it had me, distant laughter floated to our ears, breaking the stillness. With a quick tongue flick and a head tilt, it shrieked to its mate as its talons scraped for purchase on the wet cobblestones.
In the distance, the second hunter answered.
With that, I was in my living room, releasing a breath I had no idea I had been holding.
That was too close. Too damn close.
From this vision came more knowledge: Randy (and others like him) need to recalibrate their telepathic frequencies; these aliens are onto it. And secondly, the hunters will never stop.
But who is the hunter and who is the prey?
Melissa’s Note: I know all this feels very reminiscent of Doctor Sleep, Stephen King’s sequel to The Shining. Maybe ol’ Stephen (my fave author, by the way) knows more than he’s letting on. And maybe Hollywood should contact Farmer Randy and me for some authentic sci-fi thrills.
Be sure to read the backstories! Chosen, Monster, and the yet-to-be-written follow-up, Prey.
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