THE SPIRITUAL AWAKENING

It’s being three days since Symons has awoken from his slumber. The hospital looks to discharge him today. Since he has awoken he feels a sense of freedom but still remember all the pain and torment that had occurred during his coma. Since he arose Symons has had no experience with the pathogens. I was told to psycho analyze him few days after he had settled down back into life. Symons was discharged from the hospital upon getting home his family and friends have gathered together to throw him a surprise party. He enjoys the party as he has long lost to be alive and see his family. All is subtle until a drunken friend of Symons bumps into him and spills a little brandy on him. He begins to speck to Symons, I am so sorry my friend doesn’t blame me. I am only drunk because I am celebrating your life. When I heard you were in a coma I feared that you may never return. You are truly lucky; how does it fill to have escaped from the deeps of hell. Immediately Symons hears his last words he is filled with anger and rage. He begins to see ripples along his skin, ripples similar to what we commonly call Goosebumps. He pushes his friend with immense force. The man falls far back along the room and begins to stagger and falls on a table with few other guests. Symons hears in his head a voice that says. The voice says did you really think you could escape that easily; did you think we were bluffing. Don’t be forgetting your contract and duty. Symons is in pain and falls to the ground. He starts to convulse and everyone at the party panics. A doctor friend of Symons who happen to be at the party and advices Symons cousin to get a spoon from the kitchen, He makes him place it between Symons mouth preventing Symons teeth from jamming together. Another person run to the bath room and gets water. He sprinkles a small amount all over Symons body, two minutes pass by and Symons snaps out of the sleazier. Symons feels ok and immediately begins to apologies to all guessed. He leaves the party for his room.

He gets into the room and shuts the door tight. He sits on the bed starts to contemplate and doses off. He sleeps for a short while and falls in to a vivid dream. In this dream his is in the house. The building looks abounded, unused. Its half demolished on few sided. He starts to explore the building he sees shadow formation on the wall. One of the rooms he walks into has police duct tape on the entrance. He walks into the room and sees traces of dried blood on the floor. The police crime shadings show drawings on the floor of a man holding an axe, moving towards the corridor leading to the balcony, where there’s a second marker on the floor of a woman with her head cut off about to fall over the balcony. Symons hears a voice in his head as the shadows on the wall form images of war and killing. The Pathogens speck, Symons you have no choice you will kill for us. The marker on the floor indicates a female in your life. Might be your mother or lover however we shall possess a body. Symons specks this is nether my memories or dreams, we had no plan that involves family or friends I choose who to kill. Wind blows ferociously across the entire building. The second pathogen speaks, Symons how dear you alter our wager; it is true you can pick whoever you choose to sacrifice. Symons you are running out of time we want a body in a few days or your dead. remember we hear and see all you see. Wake up now are spores are about to hatch.

Metamorphisms of a spiritual nature

Symons begins to awake from his dream, the time is three a.m. This moment occurs several hours after the incident at Symons welcome home party. His sitting in the dark, nothing but moonlight illuminates the room. Symons is sitting on the front edge of the bed frame. Facing him is the mirror beside the toilet door. His feet are on the ground and his back laired down on the bed. Symons begins to watch the ceilings; he feels an itch from the scare on his hand. He begins to feel pain like no other. It feels like the scare is about to erupt. The injury has been in effected by pathogens that can play dead and stay undetected from lots of modern day medical facilities. That bandaged point of his skin begins to swell; it feels like an insect hive is under neat his skin. His skin swells and starts secreting a black powdery substance. Symons tries to scream out load but is unable. He is still affected by the vivid dream he has undergone.

Mysteries of dreams

You see dreams have patens and stages, stages that are very hard to understand and categories because the nature of dreaming is spiritual full stop. The mysteries of dreams are just as mysterious as the oceans and the universe itself. For example, some people would have experienced waking up from a dream and upon going back to sleep, they enter or even start from the exact position they left in the vivid dream. Some other would have experienced sleep walking the ability of a spirit to possess a human body and walk among the living. Usually to fulfill a mission or to truant or execute the victim, their other example like spirits stealing memories and recollections in the awaken stage of dreaming.

Metamorphisms of a spiritual nature II

As he continues to scream in his head, the powdery black substance continues to poor out and finally busts out the bandage. It spills all over the bed and unto floor. Symons finally begins to gain proper consciousness. The black grain like substance begins to gather together like solider ants. Symons looks at his hand the substance forms a simile face and looks at Symons. He immediately hears the pathogens voice in his head. He jumps out of his bed in shock. The substance then forms a frowning face it then separates and begins to show shadows images on the wall. Out of shock Symons runs out the room, the entity then separates into many small particles and speeds all across the room until is no longer visible. Symons walks in to his living shocked at what he had seen. It’s late in the night but Symons still seeks his mother for some closure. He relates the story to his mother but the details are too strange to comprehend or believe. After a long discussion he eventually falls asleep in the living room.

Few days later after the information had circulated. His family and few friends decide to form an intervention for Symons because they believe he is now at the brink of insanity. Symons complies with the meeting but still knows he has not been hallucinating. I and Symons are due for a meeting few days’ time, as I was also informed about his dilemma. His family really believes he could fall of the wagon at any moment.

Three days have passed prior to the intervention indecent. I have a therapy section today with Symons. Our meeting should commence at three o’clock past morning. Symons rings me at about two o’clock to inform he will be arriving late for our section due to delays on the train line. Apparently a soccer sporting event has cost the disruption; Symons arrives at my office sixty-six minutes past three.

Are meeting commenced, we had so much to talk about. As his therapist I understood a little bit of what he had gone through. Besides the scares on his arm Symons has also attained metal scares deep in the deep of his mind. The things you have seen in life that you can’t un-see. We had a long talk he told me all about his dreams. He told me his touchier, he told me his pain. He told me what it felt like to lie dead on a bed. What it felt like to have a functional mind in a paralyzed body. Time felt so long while he steered at the sealing while he was awake. He hears the vindaloo of a clock ticking in the distance in the hospital. Symons told me all about his vivid dream when he was trapped in a maze. There was a symbolism of a mystical hammer. The hammer symbolizes a break through. Meaning when there’s no way, a man should still be capable of moving mountains or creating a part. Symons told me all about his possession and the contract he had signed with the two spirits, forcing him to find them bodies to possess I don’t know how this transfusion while occur. I never felt Symons was withholding any information because the story was so strange. During this section most of what I was doing, was being a good listener. It would even take me long time to understand how to put him back on the right track. My understanding of his dilemma had gone far beyond my scientific understanding of the mind and had begun to cross boundaries with religion. Although I have been skeptical about religions. I can’t deny the visions and predictions of the priest. So to say these events that occurred in time were pre-ordained, not so say our futures are unchangeable but these moments occurred just the way they were predicted. Very similar to the foreseen futures of the fifteenth century writer Nostradamus, the section was short but meaningful. We said our finally good byes, as I am on a busy schedule and ready for my next client. I began to feel very connected to Symons like it was faith that brought me into this situation. I must play a role in this ball game. I have to focus more time on Symons cause after are meeting, I observed the difference in him. He spoke like a man with no fear, one capable of during something dangerous. I steered into his eye and saw a mind with dangerous intent. This was just a hunch I had in my mind but never aired it verbally.

Small world and such precious time

After the meeting Symons is heading towards the train station, after coming down from a bus. He waits by a bus stop, to have a quick cigarette. Symons notices a car approaching playing loud music. It happens to be the same car that caused the accident. It speeds passed him and takes a left turn into a rural area. Symons begins to have flash backs of the incident and his filled with rage. The pathogens begin to sweeper in his head follow, follow the car this might be your solution our contract. Symons begins hick and follow the path of car. He begins to search the neighborhood for the golf. He finally finds the car. The engine is still hot but there is no driver in sight. Symons is filled with rage. While observing the car he noticed a paper posted on the rare back window of the car. It’s a for sale poster containing details including a response phone number. Symons saves the number on his mobile phone. The pathogens convince him to leave the scenario as this seen is not the right place to express such violence. It’s a neighborhood with rows of houses with cars parked outside, it looks quite difficult to pin point the exact place the driver entered. The plan would be to return home and strategies a proper plan to lure the car to an enclosed place.