He laughs loudly in that deep baritone familiar sound that I have come to know so well, as it fills the air. It is the sound of his joy and elation of his new score that is just up ahead; I hear the more subtle tones of wickedness ringing through it, the echoes of harm and a reminder of what it brings; everything is not as it seems.

Little do they know he has been watching these new recruits from his vantage point; the gallery overlooking the terrace. I wonder will he let them all leave tonight? The guests are here for the transcendence party celebrations, oblivious to what they are getting themselves into. The many believe they have found some new truth, some enlightenment, a secret that nobody else knows about except them and those who have gone before them. Dagon is rubbing his hands together as he hones on each of the new recruits in their tidy group.

I have tried to warn the candidates many times prior and the many before them. They will not listen.

Dagon continues to rub is hands together meticulously, bringing union of his hands, the fingers interlock each other loosely, allowing interplay of contact where the digits lightly clasp and can connect no further to the opposing hand and then the gentle glide of the fingers begin, they trail away from their interlock only to stop just at the point where the tips meet, before they part, then they glide back to the brief hand clasp once again, repeating this motion over and over again, as if it has a calming, meditative state on his thoughts of the basket of goodies down below waiting for his pleasure senses to be indulged. It is in these motions one can perceive his mind registering with his thoughts “Which of the pick will provide me with the greatest jewel”.

The newcomers peer down into the valley, where the transcendence party is happening in the gully clearing amongst the trees on this vast woodland estate.  The melodic music traversing up the hillside has caught their ears as the singer is chiming away the chorus  ‘light being (boom boom) coloured one (boom boom) what’s your hue (boom boom) what’s your shade, what’s your view, are we all shimmering (boom boom) into the light of the new day. (boom boom)

There is a trance-like atmosphere that hangs in the air over the party goers united on the plainland, there is a mild sense that there is danger here, yet there are too many pleasures indulging the senses to override and hone in on exactly what that danger is; this trance like states blocks the many from acting on the need for awakening oneself for protection and self-preservation. The music continues to carry them.….boom boom

A vision captures her mind, someone she knows but does not really know, she has seen them before even spoken with this one whose image has appeared in her subconscious. Are you one I’ve observed from the many groups who have attended these party’s on the hill? She is sensing someone is in danger, is it this one, who has mysteriously appeared from out of nowhere, plopped centre in her thoughts. She begins to pray from her bedroom where she had been comfortably resting before the intrusive thought. “May the love and peace of God the Father surround you; may His protective arms shield you from any danger. My God, my God, my strong deliverer you know what this one needs in their time of trouble, I don’t know what is going on, just that I sense I need to pray for their protection. I thank you for your hand of deliverance. Amen. ”

The newcomers will mingle on this tier for a few hours as they come to know each other and feel comfortable in each other’s presence. They need to feel comfortable in each other’s presence, for the trap comes when one is trusting as they surrender to the experience and let their guard down, believing they are safe in each other’s presence, no harm will befall them.

Promises of new spiritual sight should one take the trip; they will be able to see more of the realm that moves amongst us. The newcomers believe the process has already begun for they stare in awe and wonder at what appears to be coloured souls at the party happening down on the plainland, the many dancing colours; hues of blues and greens, purple, yellow, reds, pinks, orange; the many colours that attract one’s eyes and the brilliance of shimmer and sparkle of clean souls that have not yet lost their shining glory.

I take in the sight with them all, how many times have I witnessed this before? How many times have I seen the same outcome? I get angry at this knowledge; my hands are tied you will not listen to the dangers and the warnings. When will it ever stop? My thoughts are interrupted by the movement of some in the crowd heading towards the open door of the main house to the next stage in tonight’s sequence of events. Everything is uniting within them beckoning them all to come down and join the party and go further than their first exploration on the psychedelic drugs that ignited their senses. The newcomers are full of excitement and awe and are eager to join that sight of interaction.

As I watch them file through I attune to all sounds around me, the soft chatter of the many in their small groups, the new melody and song lyrics travailing over and through the open aired terrace. It’s that song that brings me imagery of one placing a priceless pink diamond on the edge of an open palm, unprotected, unsuspecting of the eagle eyed one swooping swiftly pass and scooping the rare jewel away. Boom it is gone.

How ironic, do they know what this path of life choice is going to cost them? I guess not, otherwise they wouldn’t be here.

These mostly young folks have been offered the chance to go deeper and experience a freer form of transcendence otherwise known as an ‘out of body experience’, free floating, free exploration of the surrounds without constraints of the flesh, in what they have been told is a ‘safe’ environment.

They’ve heard their mates talking about the overwhelming presence surrounds of love encasing their being, it fills their environment; a love they have never known before in such intensity. Dagon certainly has them fooled. The group are overawed with all they see to figure out that exuding love is coming from their own heightened senses and the love they have for everyone individually in the group. This is a catch that will draw them back, to experience this again and again.

It comes from their hearts and floods their environment; a new transcendence experience seriously!

Do they not twig that this love that they feel is their own? Can they not see that the presence of so many in one confined spot allows the fruition of their natural loving state to exude and fill the atmosphere of the environment. Reflecting and rebounding the love they have for each other in natural community of humanity.

They are heading inside to the prepared room with ambience of soft lighting and gentle sounds on a comfortable floor bed to provide for a quiet relaxing intake of hallucinogenic. Everybody reacts differently, some float out easily and unguided, some will fight the process; either way, lift off has one checking their body at the door.

Slowly at first the path is dotted with one or two, here and there, yet as more escape the confines of their fleshly body with the aid of the hallucinogenic and those watcher guides who are masters at pulling the soul from its fleshly temple surrounds, the pathway becomes a travelling line of thinning and expanding sections of multi-coloured densities of beings in unity of purpose.

In this trance like state two are separated to join the patriarch Dagon. Elation fills this pair even more as they acknowledge what they already knew, that had a higher enlightenment capability then the others. The excitement to be chosen to explore further the capabilities and limits that they have is to good an opportunity to pass up.

The patriarch awaits them as they come into view and move towards him. Much is shared and spoken of the honour. These are only formalities for the big event. The patriarch is anxious to be done with the lesson, he has some more pleasurable entertainment awaiting for his presence later in the night.

This next event is his distraction, he is anxious to be there and he wants to get going on the journey. This distraction tonight is what has him do what he has never done before. Instead of separating  the pair as he has done many times before, this time one of the two chosen  will watch what plays out in the lesson of the one who goes first.

The patriarch and the first initiant step some metres away yet enough in view of the other candidate as the patriarch places his hands on the one who stands before him.

The other watches as Dagon appears to glow brighter and fuller; aaah the process this young man thinks, powering up for some great… his thought trails off as he notices his chosen comrade appears to be dimming in luminosity. No, No, it can’t be, as he watches the patriarch take a step back and remove his hands from the initiant, whilst a continual line of an illuminated empowered energy light streams between the initiant and Dagon without the need for touch of the two bodies. Gold light and pure white lights stars flickering from the source into Dagon like a magnet drawing power  in one stream of energy pull, of the strong force reaction that’s taking place. This time “No, No,” exits candidate number two’s mouth in gasps of horror as he knows he’s up next, he acknowledges the draining of the glory of the soul, ‘the light’, the sparks of starlight flashing out from the vessel towards Dagon. Soon there is no more light, just an empty vessel that became dull and thin, lifeless even.

The sparks of life has been sucked dry, the inner body drops as it falls limp to the ground, there is no life left in it, not real life, Dagon has sucked it bare.

The patriarch turns to the second candidate who accepted the invitation to the party of three. There is nowhere to run.

Later the Watchers will come to collect the empty membrane soul casings of the pair that were once full of life and light, now just a shadow of the body they used to be.

I watch Dagon turn to head back to his sanctuary, I am shocked as always to observe the theft of golden light spewing from his eye sockets, as it cascades and hangs in the soft tear trough hollow under the eye from having more than his fill as he jampacked all that was available of this treasure into his celestial body that it could not be fully contained within.

I’ve hidden in close proximity and peered in and watch this scene many times before. If he knew I had seen this sight even once, I would not be here today. I would have suffered the same fate as this unfortunate pair.

None are any the wiser. These two are not missed. Nobody sees that they did not leave with the multitude as the soiree came to a close and the members made their way out the big gates of the private property. Not immediately anyway; two Watchers grab the last two remaining empty body vessels that remain on their floor bed from where they received the intake of the drug to set the stage for the transcendence out of body experience. No one will ever be the wiser that these two charlatans masquerading in the human fleshly bodies of these once present individuals are not who they are supposed to be. Yes, sure there will be subtleties by those who knew them well, their intimate close contacts or family members will notice changes in behaviour, perhaps even changes to the appearance of the eyes by way of eye colour or even black empty sockets. Yet it doesn’t make sense to their nearest and dearest folk, and so the questioning on what they notice in these subtle changes goes amiss. These devil Watchers make a new deceptive beginning in the world.

Later the two soul membrane casings are dumped on the now vacant silent party plainland. These  casings & what little essence of them remains will absorb any remnants of soul starlight residuals that linger in the vicinity from the  party celebrations. If will  not be enough to return them to their former glory, yet this pair will fill out in shape dependant on the quantity of glory left behind. They will appear as shadows or sandy coloured human body shaped forms and will roam the property till the next gathering. They will watch the procession of celebrating newcomers from behind the trees, waiting for their opportunity to sneak out the gates hitching a ride attached to the outer layer of another human’s body. This is there only way out of this woodland prison.

Unbeknownst to all who attended, many of the Watchers who assisted in the process of separation of body and soul, watched and waited till the party was in full swing, as they always do, for there is no chance in getting caught or any party attendees thinking something is amiss. The Watchers know they have time to play, they move to the foyer of the many emptied shell bodies and select what they want and begin to step into these human suits. I watch them all head down the path and out the big gates. Time is irrelevant here, no newcomer would be aware that they have passed through a portal to a different realm out here; our human given hour is perhaps a week in here, though I’ve never wondered to measure it. The Watchers will head to the towns and cities and masquerade as these human identities for a while. It may be a day it may be months it may be years, it all depends on how long the multitude of coloured souls in their transcended state remain dancing on that raised hill in the gully on this private property that leads to another worldly existence, where time is manipulated.

Those who attend will invite others and the cycle continues as Dagon gets his fill.