In that space between waking and sleep
Lies another World
Unseen to the waking eye A world of Angels Demons Lost Souls and Spirit Shells Of otherworldly Dimensions that swirl and dive Beneath clouds of material compunction A conjunction of Time and Space rippling in continuously dynamic Creation Awakening impulses barely acknowledged with the Conscious Mind Invoking Thoughts and Modes of Sight impossible to duplicate during the Light of Day
It is in this space this place of Divine Grace that the Liquid Spiders live
The Divine Sight blesses the Aspirant with the ability to See That which lies beyond the ken of normal Men It is here in this Divide of Consciousness That creatures lurk Scrabbling upon ceilings Hiding from the Light Of Divine Sight Knowing that Knowledge Is Power And that once seen the memory will never be forgotten The certain reality of Perception enhanced by Eyes of piercing power Reveals that which has been previously Unseen
The Liquid Spiders feed upon our Dreams Nightmares and Highest Aspirations
They suck the spiritual marrow from our astral bones And gobble greedily upon the psychic detritus of our minds Living in the place Beyond Their visage is one of invisibility Their bodies resemble Arachnids of impossible conception With short and stunted legs too numerous to count And a grotesque, circular body That moves with a quickness and purpose Too sentient not to be Too intelligent and prescient not to be Too certain and stealthy not to be Aware of your every thought
The Liquid Spiders are parasites of demonic conception
And stealthily move away from the spotlight of your Eyes that see them only when blessed to open When you should be asleep Blessed to open during that fleeting period of Astral Travel Before the vibratory cycles have stabilized And bodily separation begun Opened into a Reality beyond the world of Normalcy Into the world of Nightmares and Altered States Opened for a reason Blessed to see what most cannot Will not even admit exists
The world of the Liquid Spiders who feed upon our Souls.
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