You don’t hear much of him these days, but he is present, has been around for a long time, the ancient demon, Asmodeus, a baleful creature, from a mummy-like abyss. And this is a story of her nature, consciousness, and his presence.
Like a pestilential mist, it slowly blocks his way, sucked across a muddy riverbed in dreams into the mind’s circuitry, like a beautiful and baleful succubus, seeking to rape man, beast or maiden, producing a nightmare, while sitting in his arms. chests, in the midst of a midnight moon. And like a thief in the night, Asmodeus crept into my dreams last night, this hell-born demon beast, as if he were a cell and its nucleus, ere.
Why? Perhaps he couldn’t calm his agitation with me, that I found out, early in the afternoon, that so many in the past had to use exorcism to seduce him to leave his home away from home! Perhaps I offended him, and this was his dire penance, demons can be counterattacks as well as instigators; They tend to have macabre hunger and incubus desires. But Asmodeus likes to devour men, to put them in unearthly awe. Not so unlike many demons, his thoughts and presence change from moment to moment, restless, impulsive, impetuous. Thus he wanders the crowded bazaars of my unconscious (and has countless numbers before me for centuries), during its twilight: sanguine for whatever reason to create evil, and yes, he nearly did once or twice as a cradling sea, appears slightly as from nowhere only then to return through the sharp and rough ridges and narrows of my mind, to its abode, inn or dungeon; but I caught a glimpse of it before I cast it away in the name of the Lord.
He was of a strange semi-fabric of bulk matter and darkness, in lightningless plate armor (like cold steel) with a shiver of deadly menace and desolation on his face and within his eyes.
This demonic being, with fidgety eyes, orbiting and striving to spin like a top, compared to the earth spinning counterclockwise as it orbits the sun, with its hidden demons, full of dark misgivings, all listening, watching waiting behind that sepulchral gloom, as moment by moment the darkness continues to close in, and surging in its intangible whirlpool, seeing something anthropomorphic diabolical, Asmodeus, husband-killer, family-breaker, lurks in a shadow among the shadows, looking for an exit to the mind, an emission of light. ,-especially among the old, sunk in their cyclopean sleep, their muscles weakened, flanks unprotected, with a weak heart, to create pandemonium, evil, to scare them to death, like the incubus that sits on the chest to inflict nightmares .
Yes, it was as if he came out of the catacombs, overcome by resignation, oppression thickened the air in my REM sleep, he woke me up to this horror and his situation, he suffocated me a little, I was the end of his corridor, I plunged into a huffing and puffing, I wanted to put myself on the cold stone, I think. His rustic eyes, ogling, drawn out of the gloom, if he hadn’t woken up who could say, a dead poet, yes or no, he was sent to a carnal house, the house of bones, the house of impediment! , early! Maybe, maybe not! But the look of him with his eyes became like chary.
It all happened in a flash like a slit, inside the hollow of a dream, from a half-opened exit in my mind, and with its urge to invade, it was only suppressed by a shove to wake me, insight, the demon recoils and vanishes in dim, dubious whispers of mist (thank God and my wife for his conscience), back to his eternal death, to his demon-breeding place, one he knows very, very well, and knows I do too. I know, its hell.
And as I go, sleep comes over me, I nodded a sleepy nod, to my heart and mind, relieved by the disappearance of those stealthy eyes, just like that, I closed my eyes like portals closed only by hangers, and went back to drifting and deeper into an incredible old black ebony out of nowhere.
#5253/5-29 and 30-2016
