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The Golden Hornet

The voices continued to scream at me. I cannot recall now, in that specific moment, what their tortuous banter was alluding to. All I remember was the rage I felt. How do you fight sound? Doesn’t it originate in the mind? The only way I could make them stop was to kill myself, but I refused to give them the satisfaction. I focused my attention, and all of my wraths, on the edge of the forest in front of my home. I sat there, on the porch, for many hours. I was practicing what I had done before, but this time on a larger scale. Heat. I wanted them to melt. The trees, ancient and sapling, bent and rolled underneath my gaze. In the third or fourth hour, for only a moment, atop the trees sat a giant golden hornet. It looked as if to be protecting the forest, containing the damage. This manifestation surprised me, and I was momentarily relieved of my hatred.   

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I’ve been grappling with how I should start this. Should I start with the steady decline into madness that I had been experiencing for years prior to the meeting? Should I begin with my childhood? Is there a sequence of events, laid out in chronological order, that would help me make sense of what I experienced? When I glance into the past the first thing I see is the golden hornet and the moon. Not near the beginning, but not the end either. 

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Purpose

This blog will serve as a space to document and recount the visions, conversations, and experiences I encountered communicating with being(s) of unknown origin. Initial contact occurred in February of 2017. I maintain that initial contact was with the creator(s). As directed, I remember and have begun to write.