[QUOTE=YAskWhy;5406588]This is real talk. I was driving home and got caught at the light at Joyce and 17th Avenue at 1:00 am or so. There was a lady type figure standing there or so I thought. Something didn't look right, so I circled back around. There was this person / thing standing there. It's face was puffy or swollen badly. The hair was like a bad wig, it was all black. The scariest part for me was their eyes were black and hollow. They tried to talk but it was more like a painful groan. I sped off. Like an idiot though I circled back to make sure I was not losing my marbles. This time I was on the opposite corner. It was sitting down. There is virtually no traffic that way at that time of night.
What did I see? An old black lady drug user on her last leg? An old tranny? Told a friend about it yesterday morning. They told me I seen the devil. He appears in many forms. I believe them. Anybody else seen this out while roaming? I'm still traumatized by what I saw. I don't scare easy.[/QUOTE]In the black and white, biblical world, maybe you saw the devil. More than likely, it was an alien (believe it or not) or a transhuman shapeshifter, out for the experience. Only a true 'Blade' vampire hunter would tame her. Think exorcism with the solid shaft of an ArchAngel to ram home the goodness into her lower life form flesh. Not for the hobbyist, nor run-of-the-mill-monger to sample.
A psychic once told me that in my mongering, I was likely meeting alien-women, and that they could be sampling my DNA. An other-worldly thought I still have not comprehended fully (at least, not to change my ways). Overall, I think we each manifest the God or Goddess we contain / believe, and that by mongering we do more than just bless them with our seed, cash, time, words, & listening. They are hear to temper / test our judgment, as are the thug-mongers being around to test their judgment. We are all learning and growing on this planet encircling the sun, moving through the Milky Way from the 7th level to the 6th. What completes our passage is the love we express to all we come in contact with. Not just employers, nor families, but every single grocery clerk or fellow monger making a swoop, or lady earning her next fix (or waiting for a hand-up, to a better life).
