Never Ending Battle

And here I am again, lying next to the beast, or at least one of his grotesque cohorts. Why am I being placed here once again? Why must I keep fighting? What if I lose? I lay there knowing what I need to do, trying to hide my thoughts and think them in some other form or in some other dimension. After all, what if he can hear them. I must hide who I am and what my plans are, although I'm sure he already knows, since I won't allow his serpentine arms to comfort me as the other women have. Their poor souls, victims, lying next to him like corpses. His manipulative grasp, which once held me, but no longer. I'm lying here too, but I have ulterior motives in mind.

How am I not completely petrified of what is surrounding me? It's amazingly hot and stuffy, uncomfortable, and smothering.  This isn't Earthly air. The air of "Hell" has permeated into our world. Why must I experience it? I've been here before, why do I keep waking up here over and over?

There are many of us locked in the house. Both men and women. I close my eyes, so not to see this beastly being, with white eyes and pale skin. He's bathing happily in the human life that surrounds him.

I usually don't get away from him, but this time I do. I find others in the house that are free from his evil grip, and his overpowering negativity. As I gather everyone together, I fear what will happen if we fail. We'll only anger the beast and I'm quite sure he'll have some kind of unbearable torture in store for us. I then stumble across my spiritual teacher, who once guided me in the realm of the living. No longer in the dimension of our world, I find her in my dream world. I plead for her help and ask where I can find her teacher who is still on the Earthly plane. Where could I find her? She couldn't help me and she faded into the shadows. Time seemed to be running out and I only had two options, fight and fail or fight and succeed. Either way, I had to fight.

I gathered a small group of us together and we stood in a circle holding hands tightly. We all knew we had to fight this beast. It was very hard to stay focused, and I fought as hard as I could to keep my mind entirely focused on the task at hand. Why did it seem so hard to concentrate on something so important? Together we concentrated as hard as we could, summoning a divine white light from all around us. As we focused our minds and energy, we harnessed the light and it shot up toward the heavens. The light radiated out in all directions in a powerful display, and then faded.

The room became quiet and we walked to the room where the beast had once been. He was gone. His presence however was still felt, it lingered. The negative energy was weaker and 'he' was gone, but the residual feeling of evil still hung heavy in the air. The smothering air of Hell had subsided, however, and a small taste of defeat was felt within those of us who defeated the serpent-like being.