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- doulou - 09-22-2013
Remembering the past and distinguishing it from the present isn't always that easy. John was always a slave, at least for as long as he could remember. First he was beholden to a family that had appearances and standard that had to be measured up to. And don't forget the Church. Every Sunday morning, Bible study and then worship service. There was a legacy to live up to.
One day, in church of all places, something smelled... off. There was a myriad of new smells and they were all jumbled together. John father told him to shut up and stop embarrassing him. We are in church, dumbass. There was no downward spiral. It was a straight plunge into the abyss.
The smells graduated to voices and hallucinations. To see if HE was real, of all things. Were the voices real? And the hallucinations? Outer body experiences. There was no doubt in his mind that he was spiritually oppressed. Where was his faith? Where was God? He read the Bible. He knew what it said. Where was Jesus?
Rum and coke silenced the voices. LSD and mushrooms also aided in eliminating the crazy outer body experiences. At least these were 'natural hallucinations' now. The next several years brought much of the same. Hiding in a drug induced stupor from his own mind.
In 2025, at age 20, John's parents died of an 'accident.' Apparently business was dangerous. Enter the trust fund. Now it was easier to find a place to get high, so it wasn't all a raw deal. And college ain't so bad when you don't have any expectations to live up to. Except the next party of course. The next 10 years were a blur. School was a place for his eccentric liberalism. And partying. Lets not forget the drugs. This vicious cycle continued for the next ten years.
Finally, shit got real. Sanity ( or whatever you call it) was slipping fast. and it wasn't far to the end. Enter Al F., this old guy in A.A. "Boy, you got to ask yourself 'DO YOU WANT TO GET SOBER?'" Strangely enough, John said 'Yes.'
Now Al had been sober for scaring the hell 35 years. At age 68 he was in better shape than most men in their prime. We worked that stupid 12 step program just the way it was set up to worked as best as I could. And for the first several months things got better. And then, they came back. All of it. The voices, smells, hallucinations... everything. John was at his wits end.
Once again, Al steps in. "Boy, we got one more thing to do to 'clean up the wreckage of the past.'" So much for 12 steps. The 2 men went on a retreat. A hunting trip. If one thought that old John was a loopy son of a bitch before, they would really get a kick out him here. He almost pissed himself when a grey wolf talked to him. Not only did it communicate with him, it convinced his dumb as to hunt a rougarou with Al and the wolf.
After that John found his calling. He was a 'demon hunter.' His studies picked up at break neck speed. He learned Hebrew, ancient and koine Greek, Latin, and Sanskrit. He recently began his studies in Sumerian cuneiform. He earned Masters Degrees in Anthropology, Archeology, and History. And he trained in hunting and combat with 'the desperation of a drowning man.'
Now, armed with degrees, a student visa, a new outlook on life, and various small arms and bladed instruments (trust funds do come in handy) he has began his career as a hunter. A hunter of the minions of the abyss. He also bought a pair of Serengeti sunglasses...
Edited by doulou, Sep 28 2013, 10:56 PM.
- doulou - 09-22-2013
FALL, 2044
Al was getting long in the tooth. Hell, he was scarring the hell out of 80 years old. He was still a powerful man and probably would be until the moment he dropped dead.
" You must go to Moscow. I have taught you all that I can. You are headstrong and impetuous. There is a war coming. The creatures of the abyss are growing. The 'gods' are returning. They are not gods as we understand, but they have power. And some can walk the dream. They are like men. Some are good and others evil. You will find allies where you can. You will fight evil. You will fight the darkness. 'And the light shineth in darkness, and the darkness comprehendeth it not.' Serve the light."
John began his preparation. He had a feeling that after he left his home, he would never again see it in the waking world. The problem with Moscow is that he knew that he would have more enemies there than allies. Quite like here actually. But John was a soldier. He was a slave. And he would do his duty. Even though he fought more with his mind than with his body, he was still an asset in a fight. But a war was coming, and so he had to prepare.
Even after all these years, he was uncomfortable with the dream. It struck a chord that was too close his years as an addict and an alcoholic. It scared him; too much of a reminder of his old masters. He glanced at his wrist. The ink was a stark contrast to his pale skin. Doulou. Slave. He had a new master now. He served the light. He would shine in the darkness, even if it snuffed him out.
He closed his eyes and felt his mind begin to drift. He needed to enter the Dream. He needed to find what he needed to first in Moscow. Slave. Not to any man or thing of this earth. He was a slave to what he believed. And believe it, he did.
- doulou - 10-10-2013
Doulou discovers how to enter the World of Dreams in the flesh.
- doulou - 11-06-2013
Jensen James confirms to Doulou about the existence of humans being born with supernatural powers(channelers) in 'Haven'. Doulou associates such people with 'angels' from the Bible, the army of God.
- doulou - 11-06-2013
Armande Nicodemus confirms to Doulou(in a round about sort of way) that the Church HAS conspired to keep some knowledge suppressed from the masses and that their power base goes far beyond the spiritual.