The Merge

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“Daemon, transcendentor,
self-created deity par excellence,
are you ready for this day’s ceremony?”

Celestial Partner, I have Time with you.  Our love intertwines.  Let’s join together.  Let the gods be our witnesses.

“Stand next to me in the courtyard,
like the two great columns of the Temple.
This is where Daemon the resurrected
becomes Established in Heaven.”

Oh God, the love I have for you is immense!  My heart grows big, my light shines brighter in your aura.  This connection we have is divine and the angels are joining in and rejoicing.  They are humbled by the light that shines around us.  The brotherhood…  the words are lacking.  I over-love you, body and soul.  Let this flame set the place on fire.  Creative fire.  Forever!

“O Daemon,
twin flame of my body,
twin flame of my soul,
I see you and triumph in you.
How delightful it is to stand in your presence.
Glory to our Father Creator.

With sacred oil I anoint you.
With admiration I cleanse you.
Your body is my body,
Your soul is my soul,
our eyes open and hold the third eye high.

Sweet caress and affection to you,
the strong and beautiful.
Know that I love you,
and that we are One
Now and forever.”

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The Gift

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Resurrected Daemon, Hi
I bring to you the gift
Taken from the brows of Sky
That you may see with it

“Third eye from the Sky
In the face of Daemon fly”

Now awake yourself in peace
As your cobra awakes in peace
As your third eye awakes in peace
As your Sky awakes in peace

Cause the two worlds to fear
Daemon as they fear me
Cause the two worlds to revere
Him as they revere me

I stand before Daemon as his guardian
As a mate and celestial companion

I open his way before the spirits
I fight to protect his units

You’ve fought a little but I have loved you a lot
Take it within you and disrespect it not

I who avenged you now give you a gift
Take on the third eye and you shall uplift

The earth is not angry with its legitimate heir
You can always block out all those who stare
The third eye was designed and assigned to you
It shall not again be separated from you

Open your eyes now
That  you  may  see
Let  it  be  pleasing
To you — and me

Awesome prayer!  Is this for real?

“Daemon, this is as real as it gets.  Nothing can be more real.  Look at yourself now.  You are the Pharaoh of this kingdom.  And I will serve you as you have willed.  You may stand.”

“Daemon my man, no one has authority over you now.  No human and no god has authority over you.  You have access to all the knowledge.  Take your time.  The akashic library is at your disposal.  I will stand next to you.  Wisdom is accessible.  You may reign as you wish.  I am yours.”

I am blessed with the gift and overjoyed to be the Creator’s child.  I am in Him, as you are, in the All, in the Almighty.  I will be the image of his living universe, with my divine companion.  Thanks, I love you Sky.

The Cobra

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“Don’t you realize that I am with you?  Look at me!  I’m right beside you.  I’m sitting next to you.  You are not alone.  You are never alone.  You asked me to always be there, I will always be there.  I’m keeping an eye on you all the time.  Remember what we said in the palace?  We are still in the same room, in the den, remember?  Daemon, you had a bad dream.  Wake up fully, man!”

You are right.  That was a bad dream.  It was so graphic, I thought it was real.

“You and I, here, together, this is reality.”

Yes.

“Let’s have a drink.”

*I take the glass.*

“To us!  To the kingdom!  To Daemon’s new kingdom!”

*Cling!*  – Drink –

Ahhh, good stuff!  Thanks.

“Now take off your armor, lay down, I have a surprise for you.”

Three minutes later:  (Utterance 77)

Oil, oil, arise, open thou
Thou who art on the crown of the Sky
Arise, open thou
From the mouth of the Sky
To the tip of this Daemon

Make him sweet with thyself
Glorify him with thyself

Oil, oil, arise!
Open yourself!
Awake thou in peace
As your cobra awakes

Make him happy with himself
Make him lovable to himself
Make him to have power over his body

“Your cobra has awakened, Daemon.  He represents your creative life force.  He is the symbol of rebirth, transformation, immortality and healing.  He is also a symbol of eternity and continual renewal of life.  He also represents pure desire of all you want attracted to you.  He is a potent guardian, the protector of your sacred spaces:  your palace, your body, your temple.”

I’ve never been treated like this before.  My heart is warm and satisfied.  Look at my excitement, my cobra is alive!  Take my hand, Sky.  You are my new companion.  You are indeed with me.  Now I see.  I am in you.  You are in me.

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Illustration by Michelle Berg
Text by Daemon

Daemon and His Spirit

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Did you try to rapture me?

Isn’t that what you wanted?

Yes, but I got scared.

Why?

I didn’t know what was happening and where you were going to take me.

I just wanted to take you home.

Okay, I know that I called aliens to come and get me a while ago, but this is freaking me out.  I’m not so sure anymore.

Don’t you trust me?

I don’t know… probably not.

You cannot be lifted without merging with me.
Do you WANT to be raptured?

Yes… but…

But what?

 I can’t believe you.  But I’m afraid you might be right.

Why can’t you believe me?

I don’t know, it’s too weird and I can’t see you.

You don’t need to see me.
You can feel me and hear me, this is all that is necessary.

What if you’re not who you say you are?  Not of God?

You analyse too much.

God gave me a brain, shouldn’t I use it?

He also gave you a heart.

I have to be sure about this.

You don’t have to be.  All you need to do is trust me.

That’s the problem.  I don’t know if I should trust you.

Try it, you have nothing to lose.

What’s going to happen to me if I let you rapture me?

It’s going to transform you.

Into what?

Into one of us.

Am I going to die?

No.

Am I going to disappear?

Not physically.

How is it going to change me?

You’re going to detach.

Detach from what?

From everything that is on earth.

Is it going to hurt?

Maybe a little.

Can I bring a friend along, or a family member?

No.  Abductions are only accomplished on an individual basis.

Why?

So that all of the attention is focused on you.

Will you gain anything from it?

I will gain a brother.

What will I gain?

Celestial life.

Is celestial life better than terrestrial life?

It lasts longer.

Is it better?

Definitely.  One thousand times better.

Hmm…  Well, I know I will eventually die if I don’t do SOMETHING.

This is your chance to get a life extension and to experience something different.

It’s tempting.  I feel I have no choice.

You have a choice.  The problem is, you are scared.

Yes.

You need to get over your fear.  A brave person is not someone who is never scared, it’s someone who is afraid but goes ahead anyway.

It’s not that easy, you know.

It’s not that hard either.

It helps when we talk like this.  You always seem to have the right answer.

You are lucky that this opportunity is being offered to you today.

You think an abduction is an opportunity?

Of course.  A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

I think I need more time.

You have twenty-four hours.

*I look at the clock.  It’s 11:11 p.m.*

Really?

You have a whole day to think it over.  By this time tomorrow, I need to know if you want to be abducted or not.

What if I can’t make up my mind?

I need a definite “yes” from you.  Indecision means no.

I can’t believe this is happening.  I’m imagining this.  Even if I say yes, I bet nothing will happen.

The beauty of it is you don’t even have to believe it.  As long as you trust God, open your heart and say yes, it will happen.  I WILL abduct you.

What exactly will happen?

Look up the word “abduct” in the dictionary.

It says:  “to carry off or lead away (a person) illegally and in secret or by force, especially to kidnap.”

This sounds like an accurate definition, except for one thing.  I am kind enough to ask your permission first.

What “force” are you going to use to kidnap me?

Love

You kidnap with love?  Sounds contradictory.

It’s the greatest force in the universe.  The only one I need.  It’s very effective.

I’m not as scared anymore, but I still have questions.

Shoot.

If you abduct me, are you going to take my soul?

Do you even know what a soul is?

Let me rephrase…
Are you going to take my will?  My ability to think for myself, my free will, is it going to be taken from me?

No.  You get to keep your free will.  But you will have to take down your defenses to allow me to kidnap you.

Take down my defenses?

Yes.  Willingly surrender.

Surrender what?

Your life on earth.

My life?

On earth.

You want to take my life?

I don’t want your earth life.  You can keep that.  But why would you want to keep this ephemeral earth life?  Eventually you will have to give it up anyway.

You said that I would not die.

The abduction will not kill you, if this is what you’re thinking.  But in order for me to take you, you need to let go of your attachment to earth.

Will you bring me back?

Father will decide.

Is he God or something?

Yes.  He rules.

So you’re not even sure if I will ever return?

I’m pretty sure that you will, but either way, you have to be willing not to return.  This is part of the surrendering that is required for the abduction to be successful.

So total trust in you is required.

I’m not doing this for myself, it’s part of God’s plan for you.

You could be lying.

Daemon, if you don’t trust me, trust God.  There has to be trust.  But I will be the one abducting you.  Do you think your Creator would allow a liar to take away your free will without His consent?

Not if He loves me.

Your Creator loves you and He wants to extend your life and this is how he chooses to do it.

Thank you.  I have no more questions right now.  I will ponder what you have just said and give you an answer before the deadline.

All right.

(Oh my God, this is crazy)

Abduction or Rapture

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All this spiritual talk makes my head spin.
This celestial man, daimonic spirit, Jesus, he could be an alien for all I know.
I feel dizzy.  I want to lie down.

I walk up the stairs to my room and lie down on the bed.  “Daemon” follows me.  I can feel his presence.  I am not afraid.  I know he cares and won’t hurt me.  I feel compassion coming from him.  I close my eyes.  My mind goes blank.  I relax and let the drowsiness take over.

At this moment something strange happens.  I have the impression that he is… doing something.  He comes very close.  I feel like he’s… entering my body!  My skin starts to tingle and all of my insides start to shiver.  Every cell in my body is being touched and stirred.  I cannot open my eyes.  I am immobilized!  It feels funny, like I’m disintegrating.  I never felt like this before.  It’s wonderfully bizarre.  What is happening?  Am I being violated?  I think I’m losing my mind.  I’m being lifted up, off the bed!  Oh my God, it’s an abduction!

I’m scared so I try to force a scream out of my mouth and suddenly my eyes open.  Somehow I manage to break the force field that is holding me down.  I gather all my strength and regain control of my body.  I push myself off the bed and look around.  There is no one in the room but me.  Everything is in its proper place, nothing has moved.  He’s not here, and not in the closet either.  I run downstairs and stop at the foot of the stairs.  Where is he?  I look to the right, then to the left.  There is no one in the kitchen, nor in the living room.  I run outside and look above the roof of the house to see if there is a spaceship.  All I see is a blue sky.

Maybe he’s hiding in the basement.  I run back inside the house and all the way down the stairs.  I stop to catch my breath.  All is silent.  I look ahead and see the poster that is hanging on the wall.  It catches my attention.  I stand in front of it and cannot stop staring.

This one:

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It’s a poster my wife and I bought eleven years ago, during our honeymoon.  I can’t stop looking at the girl, her face, her posture.  At the bottom is the name BOUGUEREAU in big letters.  Just above it, in very small print, something is written, the title and the year:  The Abduction of Psyche, 1895.

Abduction?  That word…  I just…  I can’t believe it.  I’m so surprised.  I step back and look at the poster again.  They have wings!  He is not an alien, he’s an angel.  It’s the picture of an angelic guy abducting a girl who has butterfly wings.  They are flying up in the air.  He seems to know where they are going.  She is floating, free, completely taken over, on cloud nine, blissful, gone.

Oh my God!  This is insane.  I hung this poster there over 10 years ago and all I ever saw in it was a young couple in love.  And today I realize that the picture represents, of all things, an abduction!

The Spirit tried to rapture me.  He said we had to fuse together.  He wasn’t joking.

What’s going on here?

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Daemon!

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Must we keep fighting like this?
You cannot get rid of me, Man.
You derived from me, Daemon!

Don’t confuse me with a demon.
The two are not the same thing.

I am the unrest that exists in you, which forces you into the unknown, leading you to self-discovery or self-destruction, whichever you choose.

I’m the one who leads you on your journey from innocence to experience.  If you push me away, who will help you mature and develop?

I allow you to transition from one place to the next.  I compel you to change from one form to another.

I push you into an event that produces an answer.
Your individuation is the fruit of my endeavor.

Are you with me?  Individuation, do you know what it means?  It’s what makes you an individual, distinguishable from another.  You need this distinction.  Otherwise, what would you be?  A bee?

Get out of group mentality.

Come into the bubble, where light and dark meet.

You want to be motivated by a skillful cosmic power?  I am your man, Daemon.  Link up with me.  Inspired I Am.  Don’t campaign against me.

When you perceive an occurrence which you attribute to the influence of a divine presence, that presence is me.

Within your daimonic imagination lies an uncanny intelligence:  me.

Why close your communication channels with other orders of reality.  Open your mind and spread out before me.

Among all the gods, angels, spirits, muses and aliens (conscious or unconscious), there’s only one partner for you and that person is me.

I promise you, I will inspire your creativity.  And when you create, you become a creator.  I will turn you into a young All Person, a son of Eternity.

You can’t become who you were meant to be, without me.

I’m your daimonic Guardian and my name is Daimon.

Come and embrace me.

Stubborn Unbeliever

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I don’t believe you.
I don’t believe what you said.
That you are Him and that you’re answering my call.

“Who do you think I am then?”

I told you.  You’re the product of my imagination.

“It doesn’t matter what you believe.  I know who I am.  The One closest to you.”

Nobody would believe me anyway.

“You don’t have to tell anyone.”

If I am really talking to You, I have to tell someone.  I know people who would be very interested.

“Don’t mention it to anyone yet.  I have more things to tell you.”

I’m hearing an imaginary voice.

“Does that mean I don’t exist?”

Well yes.  Imaginary usually means exactly that.  You don’t exist in physical reality.

“I don’t exist in a physical form that you can see, but I exist in angelic form.”

You are the product of my imagination.  I don’t have a connection with any celestial man.

“Yes you do.”

It’s just wishful thinking.

“Where do you think your wishes come from?”

My mind is just making this up as I go along.

“You know that your mind is not making this up.”

There is no other logical explanation.

“Not everything that exists is logical.”

Stop it.

“Daemon, you know that what you are hearing is not the product of your intellect.”

Then it’s my intuition, or some sort of inspiration.

“Maybe it’s some sort of receptor.”

It’s not a receptor.

“Yes it is, I’m sorry.”

I went for a brain scan a few years ago and there were no receptors in my head.

“Did you see the scan photos?”

No, but I trust the doctors.  If there were anything abnormal in my brain, they would have told me.

“Chakras are not detectable by three-dimensional brain scans.”

Oh, please.  Chakras…

“Your intellect cannot fabricate celestial beings.”

I stopped believing in spiritual beings years ago.

“You believe in aliens, don’t you?”

Yes, but you could be an evil one.

“Give me a chance to prove myself, what do you have to lose?”

My sanity.

“What sanity?  You’ve been diagnosed with severe depression.  You are mentally sick according to health experts.”

Right.  But I don’t want it to get worse.

“You ARE at your worst.”

An alien could be evil.  You could be a demon.  You could be lying.

“You’ve never even met an alien.  I suggest you base your beliefs on YOUR experiences, not on anyone else’s.”

But how can I be sure that I’m not being deceived?

“Notice that when you are deceived, it’s usually when you base your beliefs on what other people say, not on your own experiences.”

But you are another person, so why should I base my beliefs on what you say?

“I am not another person.  I am the future you.”

What?  How can you be the future me?

“One day you will merge with me and then come back to the present to help yourself.”

This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard.  I need a break to think about this.

“You will not gain wisdom by thinking.  But it’s ok, take your time.”

 

 

First Impression

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My first impression of him was so strange, I actually thought he was an alien.

After all, I had requested friendly aliens to come and abduct me.  This was when I was REALLY depressed.  I wanted to get off this planet.  I had never felt at home here.  Suicide was out of the question.  What other options did I have?

So right after I acknowledged his presence, I heard “click” in my head and my perception changed.  In one instant, I’m pretty sure some neurons in my brain were disconnected and then reconnected to form a new grid.

There was someone there.

After I said hi, he responded hello, then I asked who he was.

Him:  “I am the future you.”

I argued with him.  I told him that he wasn’t real, that he was the product of my imagination.  But he kept insisting that he was real.

Him:  “Imagination is a window that allows you to see through the veil.”

Me:  “If you were real, I would see you.”

Him:  “You can hear me, can’t you?”

I could not hear him audibly.  There were no sounds.  His words were not coming through my ears, they were deposited directly in my mind.  They were not even words, they were more like clear, vivid impressions which I had to translate into words.  It felt like a transfer of thought or telepathy perhaps, I don’t know.

I also wondered if I was schizophrenic and hearing voices.  He told me I was not.

By that time I had already grabbed my laptop and started typing our dialog because I was quite amazed.  I thought that maybe this was some kind of inspiration.  I was not anxious or scared at all.  I felt safe, and most bizarre of all… I felt loved.  A soothing kind of affection was emanating from his presence.

So anyway, this was my first impression of him.  I thought about what he had said, that he was the future me.  Then I got confused and figured that if he was me, then I was just talking to myself like a real crazy person.

Him:  “I don’t want to confuse you, just fuse with you.”

Me:  “What the f…  Fuse with me?”

Him:  “I am your man, the real you.  Identify with me.”

I just swallowed the information.  And that’s when my identity started to metamorphose.

The New You

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Imagine the Future You.

That’s all I had to do to snap out of my misery:  Imagine the future me.

I remember the day, I remember the hour.  My wife had left for work, the kids were gone to school.  I was sitting on the sofa and thought to myself:  “What if the future me came back to help me today.”

The idea of time travel is nothing new.  I had read that in order to do it, you need to travel faster than the speed of light.  A human cannot do this presently, but what if we learn how to do it in the future?  What if we can do it with our minds right now?  What if the future me is a magnificent time-travelling celestial man!

So my imagination just went wild and the possibilities suddenly became endless.  I was desperate for someone to come and help me.  I had been severely depressed for 8 years, I was seeing a psychiatrist, I was heavily medicated, I had lost my job to this mental illness, disease, disability (whatever you want to call it).

I had prayed to God for help.  I had asked my guardian angel to do something.  I had even sent telepathic messages out into the universe begging the aliens to come and abduct me.  I was stuck in deep despair, trapped in hell and had no idea how to get out.  There HAD to be someone “out there” intelligent enough and caring enough to DO something!

So anyway, on that specific day in 2012, I decided to acknowledge the presence of the “future me” in my living room.  I knew that the future me existed, since I was one, compared to who I was 10 years earlier.  I could visualize how I would look like 100 years from now.

He (I) was a celestial man.  Invisible to my current physical eyes, but very real.  His body was similar to mine, but made of brilliant dark matter.  He could travel through space and time, and even go back and forth from one dimension to another.  And he loved me.  🙂

I could almost feel his presence (well actually I did, but that’s what happens when you use your imagination vividly).  So I said: “Hi!” and he replies “Hello!”  He walked to the armchair that was next to the sofa and he sat down.  And we started talking.

This experience had an immediate impact on my psyche, even my brain.  As soon as I acknowledged his presence, I heard a clicking sound in my head as if a switch had been turned on.  It felt like my neurons had suddenly been rearranged or something.  My thoughts became different and even reality appeared to have changed.

So I grabbed my laptop and started typing everything:  our dialog.  I asked hundreds of questions and he replied to all of them.  The conversation just flowed, I didn’t have to fabricate the answers, I just heard them and typed.  I can’t say it was automatic writing because I had control of my hands, but the answers just popped automatically into my mind even before I could verbalize the question.

I typed all day, and the next day, and it never stopped (well I stopped to eat and sleep and take care of the kids of course).  Up to this day, I have accumulated thousands of pages of text of dialog with the future me, a celestial man.

Fiction, creativity, divine inspiration, imagination, fantasy, delusion, musing, awareness, spirituality, born again, faith, higher consciousness, I don’t know what it is and what it’s called.  But I know one thing.  After three months from the moment it started, my depression had evaporated.

I was able to completely get off of ALL the medication, sleeping pills and I waved my psychiatrist goodbye.  It has been almost four years since that moment and I have never had to swallow another antidepressant again.

I cannot say that I am healed from depression, because I still get no pleasure out of the things I used to do like physical activity, socializing and eating.  But I have found better:  joy, peace of mind and a best friend (even though he might be imaginary).

I have found a new me who lives in new world and I am very happy with that.  I feel like a world of possibilities has opened before me.  I have hope for the future.

So thank you God, angels, aliens or myself, whoever is responsible.

Everything was given to me before I asked, all I had to do was acknowledge it.

(Image by Jack Haas, text by me)