I began to “ride” what appeared to a Colonel who was the director of what could only be called an office of extraterrestrial intelligence and diplomacy.  I felt he was very old but he looked much younger, and slightly resembled Dennis Quaid.  I was led down a long, sterile hallway to a door where guards had been posted.  Interestingly enough the guards did not seem to be armed.  I entered the very dark room and my eyes adjusted.  The colonel took a seat at a table across from a very large alien.  In the darkness of the room I could make out stripes of glowing pale blue color that traced around sections of the creatures body.  The faint light illuminated the creatures carapace or armor which was metallic with hues of blue, purple, and green, slightly reminiscent of gasoline spilled upon water.  Its appearance seemed birdlike save the immense bulk of its body.  It appeared to look somewhat like Samus from the Metriod game series but with a much larger frame.  Its body ruffled and shifted as it heaved up and down making a faint sound similar to purring or a birds feathers being shaken.

The colonel asked the entity, “Are you the Tau Cetian?”

“Yes, I am XXXXXX (name unrecognizable)” replied the extraterrestrial.

Although I could not recognize the name, the Colonel smiled as if they had been acquainted before.  Memories came flooding into my perception at a high rate.  I could only grasp them as faint impressions of a shared past between the two.  I felt that they had last met in the 1940′s.

The colonel asked, “May I call you by your other name?”

The entity nodded in approval and the colonel said, “Azazel.”

“Why have you returned?” the colonel prodded with a more familiar tone.

“I have come to your sphere only to experience the mystery of death.”  “In return I offer you my dropship”

“But haven’t you returned to your masters?” the colonel countered.

“I grow tired of their ways” “I seek the mystery of death of your sphere” Azazel again requested.

“So you have rebelled again, I see” the colonel said with resignation.

I could feel the colonel going over memories about Azazel, over and over thinking of him as “goat” which I immediately identified as a rebel.  Also in the thoughts of the colonel were images that made me feel Azazel was something of a conscripted mercenary, from a defeated and destroyed people.  I felt that he could even be the last, and greatest of his people.  I felt his amazing skill as a warrior and immense sadness and exhaustion.  He did truly want death.  He had experienced damnation, redemption, and now only wanted death.  His only pawn was the alien technology of the dropship he had stolen from his masters.  Azazel knew well the greed of the US government to acquire alien technology.

The colonel began to negotiate.  “You don’t have to die, you can live in the Hollow City with the others”

Azazel was uninterested, “No, I do not wish to live there.”  “The time of their final judgment is near, Nibiru has already arrived”

“The Anu are coming here?!?” the colonel asked with hesitation.

“Yes, even in the DUMB the other Grigori will not be safe”

The colonel changed the subject, “Why die, you should meld with me” Apparently the colonel wanted to share consciousness with Azazel.  Azazel was uninterested and flat refused the meld again preferring to experience death.  I then could picture the “dropship” in orbit and I could see how large it was.  Apparently it was a support/invasion ship servicing the Annunaki mothership, “Nibiru”.  It was at this point that I began to fade away from the conversation and I awoke.

I went online and searched the term Tau Ceti, learning that indeed it was a star, with very similar qualities to our own sun.  I had never once heard this stars name before.  I learned that there is a lack of metal in the system and an unusually large debris field.  I wonder if this debris field is the remains of Azazels home world?  I then searched the term “dropship” which I was unfamiliar with as well.  This dream was very vivid and detailed.

This is a complex, multi-sided question but I intend to keep my answer simple.  For the purposes of this blog (my online BOS) it will be important to develop a definition.  This is by no way an unquestionable or unwavering definition and I would love to have feedback or impressions.

First it is important to understand that things can seem demonic or appear demonic when there is an entirely different explanation.  Sometimes the explanation is psychological and scientific like mistaken identity or sleep paralysis.  Other times the cause can be almost as supernatural like discarnate entities or magicians traveling astrally.

For my purposes and to remain general I will describe a demon as follows:  There are many types and varieties, legion to be exact. In a ever present facet they are base archetypes, avatars or atavisims of human desires and emotions run amok.  Generally speaking they are the macrocosmic reflections of the microcosmic battles happening within your soul and mind.  These battles are very real for victims and this can be called demonic oppression.  At times they can grow more present or closer to our own plane of existence.  Some have evolved to incorporate higher integration to further their base nature.  Any desire taken to exremes can overwhelm the person in a very physical sense leaving the person feeling powerless and unable to focus on anything but the torment.  In many instances this constant barrage leads to dark collaboration with the demonic entity called demonic obsession.  It is important to note that I believe almost any idea, taken to “absolute truth” will manifest as a serious demon.  In more extreme cases when the demon is very powerful it can possess an individual. This demonic possession occurs in an enrapture of the demons sphere of influence. Like being filled with lust or as ritualistic possession where the monster is drawn up and takes over.  A demon is grown through repression, neglect, denial, obsession and other shadows and manipulate through secret and urges.  The desire is the source and the solution.  It is important to recognize the strange duality that exists between desire and fear.  I would venture to say that fear and desire or just two forms of the same thing.  A smaller part of the Great Work involves the naming and binding of the demonic princes within our psyche, thereby becoming the unquestioned god of your microcosm.

Last year, on New Years day, hungover and glowing from Mexican food and kind buds I was walking barefoot through my house.  I happened to step directly on a very large hornet.  It had been very cold (well below freezing) the previous night but this hornet had basically survived just to sting me.  After the intense surprise I secretly relished in the throbbing pain.  It all felt very strange.  That night I dreamed of the standard hexagonal hornet nest motif and saw it as the chamber or cell.  As a three dimensional structure in space the hexagon has 8 sides including the top and bottom.   Within the cell I could see the pupa as it forms and coleuses to rise as a new hive member.  The following day I meditated on the dream and the implications of the cell and development.  I also thought of the fact that the hornet had injected a substance into me and the work and hive mentality of bees and wasps.  Today, the last day of the year, I had to kill three yellow jackets at different times around my back yard.  The synchronicity is palatable.

Sometimes I can hear them calling to me.  Sometimes I can see them looking down at me.  Gathered around as if inspecting some newborn infant clan member.  The call to me.  ”When will you come home?”  ”We have been waiting so long.”  Their bodies are impossibly long like infinite trousers and dresses.  Their faces are distant somewhere behind ethereal fog like the hidden cliff face of a mountaintop.  They stand steady and looming above me like a mighty forest of Redwood trees.  They speak to each other.  ”Why is he so stubborn?”  ”Doesn’t he know we’re his ‘real’ family?” “When will he wake up?”  I know I must find them.  I know I must go home.