Greetings – no you are not hearing things. I am sharing your unconscious with you. After you hear my story, you will realize how nice I am being to you. I assure you it is most out of character for me.

 

You see, I have chosen you to transcribe my story. And, whether you want to or not, you will. I have some very nasty habits when it comes to dealing with people who don’t do what I want. I doubt that you know me very well. Oh, you know my colleagues – I hesitate to call them friends or companions. Some of their stories are well recorded. Who are they? Well, you know them as Lucifer, Beelzebub and Satan. I will leave Sonneilon to find her own biographer. Her story is about as unknown as mine.

 

Ah – a bit scared are you. Yes, perhaps you should be. I have watched you. You are basically a good, kind, compassionate person. I know that I cannot appeal to your greediness, perhaps you are a bit vulnerable to assaults on your pride, but you basically recoil at the more deadly sins of your race.

 

I see that you are trying to figure out if you can ignore me, that is, not participate as my ghost writer. Perhaps a mild demonstration is in order. You see, I can easily cause you pain without any significant damage and without leaving a trace for a physician to find. There – how does that feel? You are remarkable sensitive. I bet that the pain in your head and face is worse than your worst migraine headache. Not only that, I am not allowing you to wake up and deal with it. You can only mentally shriek because I am also paralyzing your vocal chords.

 

OK – let me begin again. You will write my story. You will write it as I want. You may try to evade me, but you will do it at your own risk. I can take control of you at any time. I still sense doubt. Let’s try this.

 

Let me create some images for you from my own past – you will eventually end up writing about these anyway. Humans have an absolutely fascinating fear of anything reptilian. Hmmm – I’ve never tried this before. I think I will take one of my memories from childhood and substitute you in place of my of my more annoying hatchling sisters.

 

I stalked her for many hours as she wandered through the deep jungle. She was only a few hours older than I was, but she had not hatched with my insatiable hunger. I felt that there was never enough to eat. However, I found out early that eating was not only physical pleasure. I found that I could bask in a psychic horror when my prey were slowly tortured and then eaten alive. However, when I was a hatchling, I had not developed some of the finer points of technique that I will explore with you later.

 

When she was distracted, I grabbed her from behind like I am imagining doing to you. My grasp with my forearm claws was iron hard. I slowly nipped into the back of her neck with my long, needle-like teeth. I was careful not to bite too hard. Do you feel the pain? With her immobile, I raised one of my hind claws almost to the base of the head and began a slow stoke down the back, just deep enough to catch the surface nerves and to draw blood. Do you feel her agony? Do you feel your agony – like acid trickling down your back? You see – all animals be they predator or prey release a psychic power when they are tortured or are in pain. As raptors a few of us learned this early. We learned that it was most powerful. We learned never to let it end too soon. Simply killing for food was too easy. This was the dawn of consciousness on earth. This was the creation of my soul. I was the first soul on earth – not the souls of your humanoid ancestors.

 

Do you hear? I was the first. You are going to tell my story. Consider it a challenge. If you have any hope of saving your immortal soul, you are going to have to take the risk. Because I will tell you a secret now before we start. Souls are not immortal. Souls can be destroyed. They can be prevented from crossing over. Even those who have crossed over can be dispersed.

 

I tell you now that the essence of your being; all that you believe in; all that you cherish; all that you aspire to be is in your soul. It is controlled both by your unconscious and conscious thought. It will remember all your learning. It will seek to apply all that it learns and knows after your physical death. So, if you want a chance a defeating me in the next lifetime, I advise you to write what you see, hear and feel whenever I reveal things to you.

 

You see – and the essence of your immortal soul knows this – I am a guest in your unconscious. I will not leave until you finish my task. I may not even leave then, but that is a chance you are going to have to take.

 

Oh and yes – to complete the lesson – here is what it is to be eaten alive and then to have your immortal soul destroyed. Thank you for giving me the chance to relive this memory with you. Thank you for allowing me to develop a new skill.

 

While I have been seen in many human incarnations and have worn many avatars, look at me as I was in life – Nine feet of strongly muscled, well-toothed, glistening green, killing machine. You know the bones of my ancestors as Raptors. It is time that you knew that we were more than dumb reptiles. It is time that you know that, if not for one cosmic mishap, you would have never evolved. It is time for you to know that if we had been more cognizant of what was happening to our souls that the beings that you revere as God and angels would have never gotten a chance to raise hominids to consciousness. Even if you had evolved, you would have never gotten a chance to have souls.