Valiant: Knock Knock…The Bell Tolls…GHOSTS…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNHtnYIQqiE
***Song: Bell, Book & Candle

By Eddi Reader

…NOTE…This is not a dream…A Promise kept…
…For Kathy…

I grabbed the pen and opened a new notebook…
Ready now…The Time…Engaging…

I opened my eyes and she was sitting in a
Chair in front of me…I, in the captain’s seat
Where Varence sat me…and she, Rana, directly
In front of me…Her expression sweetly
Formidable, her face…those eyes…Beautiful…
More than human…more fierce than the Lion
Taught her to be…Her auburn hair held back…
Twirled and curled atop her head highlighted with
Gold like a crown…with tresses that streamed
Down her back…Her legs were crossed…She
Had been casually calmly waiting…

She watched me intently as I slowly focused…
She only looked away from my eyes once to
Look at her fingers as she played with her
Nails…She decided when the moment was
Ready…locked eyes with mine…”Bill?” Rana asked.

“Yes.” I answered her.

“I need to ask you some questions now.” She said.
She didn’t flinch, breathed calmly and never
Looked away…Ceres and Kierista stood on either
Side of her…as VIR’riel stood off to the side…
Standing there studying the view screen as images
Changed of my artwork…

How much time had passed? Minutes? An hour?
Time moved differently for them…though for me
It had been days…

“Don’t be alarmed,” Ceres assured me calmly, “Just
Talk to her.”

“What’s going on?” I asked them. I looked around…
Camlo sat in his seat…watching with the oddest look.
Where was Varence? Then I felt a hand on my
Shoulder…he was behind me.

“Tell her every little thing.” Varence said very
Calmly; himself again?

“Listen to me very carefully.” Rana said, the
Pupils in her golden eyes rolling in size like a cat,
“I need to know…the Light in your head
That you were given…how it works…the
Artwork…how to activate it?”

I swallowed, “I don’t know how to tell you…
How to answer that?”

“You need to try.” Rana instructed. She spoke
Very carefully…I felt as though she, that
Whatever she was doing or about to, was very
Cautiously controlled. “I need to know…right
Now.”

My blood raced. “Why?”

“I won’t waste time. I will not play with you the
Way that he does,” Her eyes simply pointed to
Varence, “I need to know…for myself…with
My own eyes…just how you became, Valiant.”

I was getting nervous by the serious, intense sensation
In the room. “But…I thought you knew this
Already?”

“I was told, but I want to hear it…see it…feel
It…” She said mysteriously. “From you to me…
Not from others.”

“Right now?”

Yes. Before the others come…Before the elements
Grow…” Rana said very seriously. “It’s not a
Matter of permission…I will do all I can to help
You…I promise. I just need you to tell me
To my face…how and what woke you up.”

“Help me?” I was confused… “Help me with what?
What aren’t you telling me?”

“There’s no need to worry about that possibility now,”
Kierista explained softly. “Just know…we will help
You.”

“Remember what I told you?” Ceres added
Kindly then…more than kind, she was concerned.
“From within…Valiant…don’t hesitate, and tell
Her true.”

“Trust is becoming a hard issue for me these
Days.” I said.

Rana took a breath and simply said, “Please.
There isn’t time. Please.”

Those words. The Request. My eyes wandered…
I saw the ceiling…I saw the sky…Shockwaves…
Overwhelming emotions would rain…”Alright.”

“Take your time. Breathe.” Rana said… “And tell me…”

I fought to hold it together. The memory
Was clear…I knew it every day…But finding
The words to come…Bleeding was easier.

“Before the posts you mean?” I asked.

“Yes.” Rana said. “You know what I mean.”

“Don’t hesitate.” Ceres nodded. “We’ve been
Waiting to hear it.”

It was pointless to stall…

“Colin was only the beginning,” I said…”Though,
I guess in many ways it began years before that.
In dreams that haunted me…that repeated
Over and over…until they bled into real life…

From the moment I dreamt of the Lady
In the Garden…guiding me to the Great Hall…
Where hundreds of people in their pajamas
Were assembled…for some purpose…

I never had normal dreams…Mine were
Something…else. I know that. From the little
Boy who would come…begging me for help…
This 10 year old blond boy would throw books
At me. Crying, screaming at me, “You said you
Were going to help me!”

To the Runaway…who ran away from
An abusive home…fighting demons and
Nightmares he couldn’t handle…He turned to
Drugs…then ran…and became a child of
The streets…into a hell that only grew
Worse…Was life ever kind to them? No.

A housewife in the Midwest…tiny shy
And fragile with the domineering husband
Who only shouted and never listened…His
Nature and wisdom he found in beer beer beer…
Her children…whom she loved…she could
Not control…She had never loved…only
Settled for whatever came along…to not be
Alone…to hide from nightmares that weren’t
Real, but were…Her final bit of strength
She found in the razor blades that set her free
When she tore them across her wrists…

Robert in Rio…The night of his 5 year old
Daughter’s birthday…He couldn’t handle
The snake eyes of the beast anymore…the
Nightmares that became daymares…One
Glass of whiskey and one gunshot in his mouth
Silenced it all.

The grandmother in Germany who prayed
For the monster in the kitchen that watched
Her, please to go away…she was
Too afraid of blades, of guns…So she swallowed
All her pills to make the monster finally
Go away…

On and on…one by one…It never ended.

All I ever wondered was…when would
My turn come?

In all the dreams we met…this group
Of people I never knew…but I did. From
All over…all ages…throughout the years…
There was a girl…Kathy…She somehow
Remembered the details from dream to dream…
So when they came…she would gather those
Closest to her…She would take my hand, their
Hands and put a group of us together and
Remind us of what was happening. “Don’t
Forget, Bill. Don’t forget.”

Throughout the years she did this whenever
We came together…I don’t know how…this was
Her gift? Her power? I don’t know…

The Last Dream I had with her in the group…
It was a dark, dark room…it felt like a secret
Gathering…There were only about 30…Everyone
Seemed frightened, shocked, confused. Where was
Everyone else? Why had the number gone down
Suddenly? So many of them…

Kathy, younger than me…fair skin, long
Straight dark hair, blue eyes…pretty and smart,
Warm like an old friend you could say anything
To…Took my hand, she’d found me in the crowd
And pulled me to the side with the others…

Why this group? I have no idea…But their
Faces were consistent…Aside from mine, they
Always commented how different I looked
Each time…growing, changing…yet somehow
Kathy recognized me each time…

There were 7 of us I think…there had been
More, I can’t remember. She talked fast…telling
Everyone to remember…”Bobby’s dead. He killed himself.”

“What?” I said, they said. Everyone was
Shocked. “Why? How? He was so streetsmart…
A bodybuilder…sarcastic yet shy…

“He stopped believing…” She said. “He always
Believed he would find you, us…or we, him…But he
Was lonelier than I thought…when it came for
Him…He couldn’t do it anymore…He slit his
Wrists. Like the others, all the others.”

It hit me like thunder…Their faces said
The same…whose next then? How much time was left?

“Don’t forget…” She repeated. “Just don’t forget…
If it could happen to Bobby…then…”

That was the last time…

And then…it was February, just after
My birthday…

I had the dream that was not a dream…

This was the clearest it had ever been…

In the Northwest of the United States…

I saw mountains…The clouds, the rain the
Cold that was almost snow…

She had taken the bus to work…listening to
Her iPod…Pat Benatar…She always listened to
Pat Benatar…Love is a Battlefield…Fire and Ice…
Shadows of the Night…We Belong…All Fired Up…
It kept her going…it made her believe…

The Music fueled her power…

Songs answer riddles you know.

That day was different…dark…something
Looming…She felt it. She couldn’t concentrate at
Work…something was coming…

She worked at an Arts and Crafts store,
Michaels I think…It didn’t pay much, but at least
She could afford the art supplies she needed…

She tried going to college, but couldn’t do it…
Nightmares in her life…just didn’t help her cope
With college life…It was all fake anyway…A degree
For what? Partying? For talents she already had?
To use in an overcrowded, over educated society
That went now where…But insisted you have a
College degree…to prove you were somebody.

She didn’t care…She already had something
To believe in…

Her homelife growing up…was your average
American Nightmare. Her parents fought, over ate
And drank…An average 2-story house on an average
Cluttered street…Her father was a mechanic…
Who knew everything, with a heavy temper…
Her mother was a cashier at the grocery store…
Smiled for the customers but was sarcastic at home…
Ate too many doughnuts…and lectured her only
Daughter constantly on how to make better choices…

Her only older brother…was the family
Hero…A Navyman…with a different life in
Every port he went to…but mom and dad ignored
That part…Because Tommy was special.

But she always heard voices, saw the ghosts
And shadows move…inherited the artistic talent from
Her grandmother…who shared so much in common
With her…They often shared secret stories of the
Family from her grandmothers’ homeland of
Russia.

That was the magical part of her life.

She always had premonitions…and sometimes
Could make things move…when she was upset…she
Was afraid of the dark…Of the monster that
Hid in the corner…it was always there watching
Her…tormenting her…waiting for her to grow up…
She knew it…And fought its influence…

You know the monsters influence right?
Have a good time…give in…Feel good…You like
It don’t you. Have it all…Be first in line…Be a
Rock star…You’re so special…You’re so sweet…Shop
Make money…Tow the line. Feed me. I
Should come first…Haven’t I been through enough…
Who cares about everyone else. That’s their
Problem…

Kathy was better because she didn’t listen
She did care…And she didn’t have to be first
In line…And she didn’t give in…No matter
How lonely she got.

You want me to tell you what she looked like?
She was pretty. Boys always liked her. But
That never mattered…

Her life began when she was 18…her senior
Year…when the dreams began…of that other
World…that group of people…The secret lives
They shared…And the glue she brought that
Brought a little lonely group together…and made
Them believe…made them remember…

She had been out of it all day at work…
Could only think of the dreams…She was
Eager all day to get home…her little modular
Home…to her desk…to her artwork…
To the book…where she kept the dream alive.

She raced home…to get to it…listening to
Pat Benatar…New ideas, new memories in her
Mind she had to write down. The rush of
Putting it down on paper, she couldn’t wait.

Kathy raced off the bus…up the hill into the
Modular home park…up the path to her home, the tiny
Deck…keys in the door…inside…To greet her precious
Romeo, her feline best friend…a black and white
Alley cat that knew her better than anyone…
Actually, he was Romeo II …The first died
Just after she turned 25…heart broken, she had
To have another cat, another Rome…She always
Had to have her Romeo…Some thought it was
Strange she had to have a cat that looked the
Same, with the same name…She didn’t care…
She knew they were each different…She just
Needed that continuity…that one thing to
Believe in…in the real cruel world. Romeo
Was her protector…her familiar, she petted
And kissed her loyal friend, tossed her purse
Aside to the recliner on the left…grabbed a
Diet coke from the refrigerator…and raced
To her desk in the rear of the large
Rectangular home to her desk in its only
Bedroom…

She sat down, grabbed the book and paged
Through it…Each time she opened it was like
The first time…The pages she’d made…devoted
To these people she only knew from dreams…
A book of drawings she’d made…sketches of
Their familiar faces…little notes and poems of
Their lives and personalities. Pictures of models
From magazines…resembling their faces…It was
Her treasure…A book she began making when
She turned 18…and those dreams began…until now,
2012…At 35…she could never give it up. It
Kept her young. No one understood.

She flipped through the pages…tp find his
Page…then pulled out the little paper
Hearts she brought home from work…left over
Valentines from Valentines Day…She used the
Glue stick to scatter them across the two page spread…
“Happy Birthday, Bill!” she whispered to the sketches
Of his face…my face…it had struck her from
Nowhere…his, my, birthday was Valentines Day.

She knew me somehow unlike anyone else…
Guarded, I was always foolishly defensive…It was
A friendly admiration…The way she copied my
Drawings and dreams…she knew my dreams, my
Secrets…more than I wanted. And never judged
Me…She marveled at how I, the Bill she knew
Transformed himself over the years…It scared me…
But I was stupid…and comforted when it was too
Late…She knew me…Thank you for that. I’m
Sorry it took so long to understand…this unbelievable
Rare special friendship…Now that’s a friend you
Take a bullet for.

She heard the front door open…It could
Only be Sean…her long time highschool boyfriend
And sweetheart…They’d never married, it was
Just some understanding that kept them loyal…
He was good guy, handsome…always popular
Wherever he went…She just couldn’t fully commit
To him and give up those dreams. On one understood.

He was home early. She went to the kitchen
To greet him. “Hey you.” She gave him a quick kiss
Then started pulling out leftovers for dinner…

He yanked off his leather jacket, tossed it over
The kitchen chair beside him and slicked back his
Damp brown wavy hair. “Hey. Got off early. My turn.”
He laughed. He gave her a quick hug then sat at
The kitchen table and watched as she set the
Table…put the lasagna in the microwave. “So..
What’s new?”

“Same boring day.” She told him as she finished
Setting the table, put the bread and butter out. “Lisa
Made the schedule again…and again I hated it.”

He laughed. “Mike did the same to me today.”
He started grabbing portions of the pasta, wolfing
Down bread. “Auto Parts Store…You would think
They were selling diamonds…”

“Did you get the weekend off like we talked
About?” She asked, sitting down to eat with him.

“No. He wouldn’t give it to me. Dan quit, so the
Hours suck.” He said.

“What about our plans?” She sank in her
Chair. “First no Valentines Day…now this? Are
You ever going to stand up to him?”

He gagged on the bread. “Stand up? What for?
It’s not like we’re married or are getting married.”

“Sean,” she rolled her eyes, “Not again…You
Said you understood. Why are you doing this now?”

“You know I always have.” He said coldly. “But
You know I have the ring…I’ve had it for 5
Years now…and you won’t even wear it. I just
Can’t get it…Most girls would love the idea…”

“Well I’m not most girls.” She ate with
Determination to avoid the topic…again…

He watched her shaking his head…She
Was so pretty…She still looked like she was in
College…She never bossed him around…she
Was always patient…supportive…understanding.
She never nagged him, not once, not ever, about
Anything. “Why?”

“Sean, please.” She couldn’t look at him. He
Was handsome, sweet…gentle, kind…He still looked
Like a highschool jock…but without the ego…
She just couldn’t give in to him. “Please.”

It’s that book.” He snapped, for the first time.
“That book of yours…I swear you love them more
Than me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Which one of those guys is your dream man?”
He snapped again. “John? Richard? Bobby? Bill?

She froze in anger. “It’s not like that…And
Since when do you know their names?”

“I peeked.” He growled with a mouth full
Of bread.

“Oh you peeked and assumed so much.” She
Snapped back.

“That book is huge…and you sure put so
Much effort in it.” He went on as he ate. “When
I loolked through it the other day…Holy Cow…
Man o’ man…I couldn’t believe it. The
Drawings…the clippings…the poems…”

“Sean I love you, you know that.” Kathy
Truly told him; she did you know. “I just
Can’t explain it…”

“Why did you have these big X’s crossing out
Pages?” He asked.

She froze. She couldn’t think of anything else…
“They’re dead.”

“They’re dead?” Sean asked, nearly spitting out the
Food. “These make-believe people of yours are dead?”

“Make-believe?!” She said angrily. “What is
That? Your deduction from 1 Psychology course
In college? You’ve known me how long and that’s
What you think?”

“What am I supposed to think?” He said after
Swallowing fast. “Those guys of yours…”

“There are girls in the book too!” She insisted.

“I saw,” he said sarcastically, “beautiful. Don’t
Even get me started on that.”

“Just what are you trying to suggest, SEAN?”
She asked as she lost her appetite. “That
I’m into women?”

“I don’t know what to think.” He said as he
Too stopped eating. “You won’t marry me. You
Won’t talk about kids…yet you obsess over
This book with all these hot girls…your dream
Men…”

“HOT?…Dream men?” Kathy growled. “Give up
The Crime Scene Investigation, Sean, you watch too
Much CSI!”

“So you’re telling me you don’t find them attractive?”
He asked.

“It’s not like that, they’re just pictures!” She told him.

“Of a fantasy world in your head.” He told
Her…the words coming out of him for the first
Time…”A fantasy land of these pretty people and
Monsters…”

“Don’t!” She stopped him.

“Oh you mean the monster?” He scowled.

“Shut up.” She growled.

“The creature that torments you with its
Evil eyes,” He gestured and mad faces at her
Wildly, “That thing that touches you…”

“Stop talking Sean.” She ordered.

“Or what?”

“You want to psycho-analyze?” She tilted
Her head angrily, wickedly…”Let’s talk about your
Brothers…”

“STOP!” He said…

“Brian, with the Pretty Prom Queen wife…that has
Him whipped like some wimp…”

“STOP it!” He said louder.

“And Ben…” she said sarcastically, “Charming,
Ben with the never-ending smile…The perfect
House…the pretty little wife, 2 kids…the
Successful insurance salesman…”

“STOP IT!”

“So, Sean…tell me,” she said, “How many
Young college boys is your older brother selling
Insurance to in all those motel rooms across
The state? 20? 30? 40? Last month…last week?”

“My brother’s not gay.” Sean stated coldly.

“No, he’s just recruiting hundreds of college
Boys into insurance sales…’ Kathy said angrily, “All
Across the state…naked…just for fun.”

“Screw you.” He said jumping to his feet,
Grabbing his jacket. “He’s not gay.”

“What is the big deal, Sean?” She insisted. “So
What, who cares if he is or not…Something is
Wrong with him!”

“So you know everything. Ha!” He threw his
Jacket on then stormed over to the door! “Sort
Out your own delusions before you judge others.
He’s not gay!” He was out the door before she
Could respond.

What was his problem? She sat quietly at the
Table holding her head. Her thoughts racing
Wandering. What a world. Who was she to complain?
The world was a mess. Lies and fake lives.
The world was falling apart…the news around
The world…the weather…And yet at its core it
Felt as though every family was malformed in
Some way…the behavior was disturbing…No
One listened, no one heard…it was all for themselves,
Me, me, me…pretending, chasing dreams of
Fame and fortune…endlessly criticizing to make
Themselves better.

She held her face wishing she hadn’t hurt
Sean’s feelings. Just then Romeo II came up
To rub against her leg. She reached down to
Pickup her faithful friend and hugged him.

Her dreams were strange, they made no sense,
But they sure felt better than the reality she knew.

She cleaned the table, the kitchen…Quietly…
Solemnly…then went to the living room to watch some
TV. It couldn’t quiet and soothe her nerves though…
She watched blindly some TV show…she couldn’t
Even understand what it was. Then she turned
Off the TV…went to the desk in her bedroom…
Turned on her CD player…

And the song was, ‘We Belong’…Pat Benatar
Of course.

She paged through the book…Over John,
Over Jake, over Jennifer…Richard… She didn’t
Even know if that was their real names. And then
To Bill…It always ended in this page…she
Had to see it last. For some reason his page
Inspired her. She held her head. Said good night
To each of them…then changed into her
Nightgown and went to bed.

Just after 11…Sean came home…got
Undressed…crawled into bed…Apologized to her,
She did to him…Then quietly they hugged
Each other…ands fell asleep. They sincerely
Truly loved each other you know…

The dark of the night was heavier…

Something was in the air…it had been
All day…Her dreams were empty and echoed
Awful voices…she tossed and turned…

The cat hissed. Romeo II sensed it…
Saw it there…

Kathy rolled over…Her eyes opened…3 am
On the clock…

Something wasn’t right…In the air…

It was in the room.

She rolled to lay flat on her back…The
Shadows were alive with something…From the
Corner…blinking eyes…Orangey-red…They
Watched her. Burning…lifeless…Evil…

She couldn’t move…She wanted to but
Couldn’t…Her heart raced…Her skin cold…
She trembled…Then it emerged from the shadows…
That awful thing…Monster…It wasn’t
Invisible anymore…The Creature like some
Gargoyle, some flesh and blood version of Satan…
Greenish shiny black…it approached the
Bed…sliding like a snake…

“Sean!” She fought to cry out.

It stopped at the foot of the bed.

“Sean!” She forced her mouth to move.

The Creature grabbed her leg.

“Sean!” She cried.

It grabbed both her legs and pulled her
Toward it slowly…hissing…smiling…scaring
Her even more.

“Oh God Sean Wake Up!” She screamed.

He remained deep deep asleep…the way it
Always was…

The details…you know.

Then it was morning, Sean was shaking her
Awake. He was horrified, she was covered in bruises,
Scratches on her back. She struggled to wake
Not understanding what he was talking
About. “My God what happened to you?” He
Kept asking her. She has no idea what he
Meant. She remembered nothing, but felt sore
All over.

She went to the bathroom, he followed…and sa
The evidence in the mirror…the bruises on her neck,
Arms, legs…the scratches on her back…What in
The world?
He kept badgering her with questions…

What happened? What happened?

“I don’t know!” She could only say…then the
Reflection told her…flashes…flashes…those awful
Eyes…THAT THING! She cried, she panted, pure
Panic…she couldn’t breathe. Shaking…She
Remembered it then…too much.

Sean touched her shoulder, she screamed
And pulled away. “SDON’Y TOUCH ME! Don’t
Touch Me! Don’t Touch Me!” She cried.

“What the hell happened?” Sean demanded.

“You know what happened,” she cried, the
Pain, the fear, the anger, “That thing…”

“Not that again!” He shouted angrily. “Kathy
This isn’t make believe, this is serious. This
is sick. What did you do to yourself?”

“Do to myself?” She shouted in rage. “Are
You kidding me? I got up in the middle of the
Night…threw myself down the porch steps…then
Found a mangled rake, scratched my back
And clawed myself for fun…among other things…
Then crawled back in bed to sleep…to scare
You.”

“Kathy, this is sick.” Sean said in horror
“You need help, seriously. This has to stop?”

His words…the pain…the anger…the
Sheer stupidity! That was his conclusion? He knew
Her? After all these years? “GET OUT!” She
Screamed. “GET the hell away from me!”

Consumed by his reasons, he scowled,
Went to the bedroom, got dressed for work
And left without saying a word.

She heard the front door slam as
She cowered in the shower…hiding beneath the
Hot water…praying…for something…for help…
For reasons…anything…

She didn’t go to work that day. She called
In sick…then hid under the covers in bed
Crying…with Romeo II…In Silence…no music…
She didn’t eat…she didn’t watch TV…all she
Did was cry.

Let it end Dear God…Please…

The day flew by amazingly fast…even though
She hadn’t slept…

Somehow in the evening she managed to
Drink some juice, eat some crackers as she
Sat quietly at her desk looking through the book.
Somehow…like magic…their sketched
Faces comforted her…brought her back…and
She found the strength to go on…

Around 8 Sean came home…Most
Invisibly…carefully…She had just turned around
At the desk and saw him there. His face said
It all…”I’m sorry.” He only said “I’m sorry.
Please don’t hate me.”

She hugged and kissed him. “It’s OK.
I’m sorry too.”

She knew he didn’t understand. He never
Could…she sensed it. You see, for all Sean’s
Strengths and weaknesses…in the end he loved her.
No one ever had unconditional faith in him the
Way she did. She never lectured. She never asked
For special gifts or to be worshipped…She never
Called him names…And that was priceless to him.
He may never understand…but he would love her
Forever for that.

And so they went to bed…together, yet apart…
They had each other. They needed that.

Again, the Dark came…

The heaviness in the night…

That indescribable feeling…

The shadows moved and watched…

But it was different this time…

Very different.

In the morning Kathy woke up slowly…
She has slept the bad feeling away…mostly…
The book helped her do that…fantasies of
Those people…friends she never knew
And wished for…it made all the difference.

She rolled over to find the bed empty…
“Sean?” She listened carefully…He was in
The shower. Then she glanced at the clock, 7:30.
He was late! She would be too if she didn’t
Hurry.

She raced around. Got dressed. She had to
Use the bathroom bad. But when she tried to
Knock, to open the door, it was locked. “Sean,
Could you hurry, Please? I need to use the
Bathroom bad…” NO answer. “Sean?”

She held it as best she could…went to the
Kitchen to grab a cookie…and found a mess.
The kitchen table was moved…the chairs out
Of place…a dish was broken on the floor…
Everything from the table was on the floor.
“What the…?” She mumbled…she was in
Too much of a rush to think…She cleaned it
Up…wolfed down a few cookies…she heard
The shower stop…the bathroom door open…
Without thinking she raced into the bathroom
Blindly past Sean as she hurried to relieve herself,
All she could say was , “Thank God! Sean
I was about to burst!”

She used the bathroom…washed up…ran
The brush through her hair…Quickly put
On some make-up…Then raced back to the
Kitchen…

It was then that it struck her…

She froze.

Sean sat in the far corner of the living
Room…wearing only his robe and his boxers…
He sat in the recliner by the TV facing her…his
Head down…robe open…his eyes fixed in some
Trance on the floor.

“Sean?” She asked carefully stepping toward him.

He said nothing. He didn’t move.

“Sean?” She said his name more kindly.

Her eyes traced his form…Was that a
Bruise on his thigh the edge of his boxers?

Ashe froze…

It struck her…but she couldn’t think…

“Sean?”

“I believe you.” He said quietly, timidly. In
The weakest tone she had ever heard from him.
A tear ran down his face.
“I believe you.” Then he broke…and the
Tears streamed down his face wildly. Then he
Was curling up bending over hysterical, sobbing
Out of control.

Her eyes bulged. Her jaw dropped.

What he said…his words…his tears…

She knew…She knew exactly what happened.

He suddenly jumped out of the chair….
Raced towards her and grabbed both
Her arms so hard he nearly lifted her off the
Floor. “How can you live with this?” He
Cried so heavily his face was drenched, his
Face so distorted in pain she barely recognized
Him. “That THING…!”

“Sean…I…” She weakly said. She tried to
Reach around to touch him softly…

The touch of her hand triggered a violent
Response…He exploded. “Don’t Touch Me!” He
Screamed, shrieked in a tone she never heard
Before. He threw her away from him and he
Flailed his arms about. He grabbed the kitchen table
And threw it hard and fast into the living
Room…then he spun and tossed the chairs away
As he backed himself into the corner…Howling…
Screeching…

She shook, she cried as she backed
To the kitchen counter and clung to it. Too
Terrified to move she watched as Sean fought
And pushed himself into the corner against
The walls…crying so hard he couldn’t see.
“Oh God Please Help Me!” He screamed to the
Ceiling and sky.

The scene was worse than anything she
Could imagine…Sean…she had never seen
Him cry before…he was a rock, your typical
Guy…he always his emotions. This was
A bomb going off.

“Sean Please…OK…Breathe.” She said to
Him. “Slow down …Breathe.” She forced herself
To remain calm. “Just listen to me…I’m here
For you. I’m right here. It’s over. It’s over, it’s
Gone, it’s not here any more.”

It took an hour but she calmed him
Down to where he could talk…then the words
Came out…

“Last night…” He slowly told her… “I
Tossed and turned. I was having a bad dream…I
Think…I woke up, it was just after 3…
I remember…seeing a shadow more in the
Hallway,” he said through tears, “ I thought
Someone was in the house…then I heard
The cat hiss…I grabbed a bat, my bat
From behind the bedroom door…got up and
Went down the hall into the kitchen…
The cat kept hissing…When I got to the
Kitchen…I saw it…I froze…I
Couldn’t move. I remember thinking, it wasn’t
Real…it couldn’t be there…

It was hovering over the couch…I, I
Think it was trying to chase or catch the cat?
It turned and looked at me…That face!
That monster face, the eyes!
I couldn’t move…it came at me…

The way it moved…its head…

It jerked its head, it was like it slid
Across the floor…

It came up to me and then…”
Sean broke and cried hard.

“It grabbed me and then…’

He cried so hard.

“I couldn’t do anything…and it…”

“I know, Sean.” Kathy said. “I know, Sean.
You don’t have to say anymore. It’s over. It’s
Gone now.”

Calmer…somehow she gave him the
Strength to collect himself. “Is it?”

“What?” She asked.

“It’s not over. You can’t make it stop.” He said.

“We’ll get through this, we will.” Kathy
Told him. “I’m here for you.”

He wiped his face and stood up. “No.’
He forced the words and strength. “No, we
Aren’t doing this.”

“What?”

Sean raced to the bedroom and grabbed
Her book, then brought it to the kitchen and
Slammed it on the counter, opened it…flipping through
Pages.

“What are you doing? She asked.

“These people of yours…can they
Do anything?”

“What?”

“Can they help us?” He shook. “I’m
Not staying here, we’re not staying here.”

“Sean, what are you talking about?”

“This blond girl…The Hollywood pictures…”
He read the pages…”Who is she, where? You wrote
Here she hurt the Beast…Julie…Beautiful but
Deadly…She gets anything she wants…That’s
Her power…can you find her?”

“Sean are you crazy?”

“This guy.” He said of another page…”The
Football player…Joe…Is that his name?
You don’t know? Football teams…You hate
Sports…what is he? What can he do?”

“Sean I don’t know…they’re just
Feelings…partial memories I assembled over
The years!”

“This Indian guy, Jacob.” He said next. “All
This Native American stuff…Jacob….you mention
The movie Twilight…His name’s like a wolf…
He’s strong…he’s protected…The elders hide
Him…can you find him?”

“Sean I don’t know! Don’t you think I wish
I could?”

“And this guy…This Jeff…This Bill, the
One with all the names…Valor…Valiant…
The lines, the artwork…He blinded the
Creature…can you find him? Can you?”

“Sean!”

“Tell me. Because we aren’t staying in this
House.” He shook. “I can’t stay here, not
Knowing this.”

“So what do you want to do? Go looking
For them blindly?” She asked. “To run? What
About money? The bills? Our jobs?”

“The hell with that!” He yelled. He
Grabbed the phone, dialed his boss. “Hello,
Mike? Yeah, it’s Sean. Yeah. I quit…Yeah
You heard me…Yeah…screw you.” Hew tossed
The phone at her, “Quit your job…We’ll go
To the bank…I’ll take out all my savings…
I can max out my credit cards…”

“Oh my God, Sean!” She cried. “Sean, have
You lost your mind?”

Suddenly he was angry and determined.
“Do it…then pack a bag…get the pet carrier,
The cat…I want to be out of here in an
Hour.” He held up his hand. “One hour. Do
It RIGHT NOW!”

She couldn’t argue…He gave her no choice…
In prayers, in desperate panic…she did exactly
As he said…She quit her job…packed her
Essential things in a few bags…grabbed Romeo
And together they loaded up Sean’s pick up
Truck…Within one hour…Like he said…
They were on the road…and she was looking
Back saying good bye to her life…completely…

That fast…the change, the decision came.

Her cat under one arm, the book
Under the other…Her eyes lost in the spell
Of the sudden hell, the chaos that
Descended upon them…She was lost…Sean
In a trance…

What happened?

Racing through traffic…She heard the
Laugh…the hiss…Sean was hysterical, but
Not out of his mind…The Beast had done this…

Too late…The brakes were cut…

Heading down the highway of the hill

Sean lost control of the truck…

Dodging traffic..,

The doors were locked, jammed shut…

They couldn’t even jump out…

The truck swerved…The steering wheel
Would not cooperate…

Then they were flying off the road, near the
Edge of a highway bridge…rolling down the hill…
There were loud sounds…bones snapping, popping.
Glass shattering…the sounds of bending twisting
Breaking metal…Her head hit the dashboard,
The window…the ceiling…neck broken…
The faint echoes of the explosions…

Boom Boom Boom…

Flames…Fumes…Smoke…

Silence.

Then Nothing.

Then it was over.

And there, here I was sound asleep…
In this dream, that was her hell, her
Death…

There were clouds rolling peacefully
Over the mountains as if nothing mattered…

A stillness over the Earth…from the loss
Of life…

And there she was floating, calling my name…

“Bill, Please…Please, Bill…Don’t Forget Me.
Remember…Remember everything Please. It wasn’t
A dream. It mattered. It was real. It happened.
Please remember. Please remember. Please
Remember.”

And then she was gone…

I woke up choking…Feeling a loss I can
Not express. I was sick for days. I cried for about
3 weeks…at every corner of every day and
Night…unlike anything I ever felt before…
Until I couldn’t take it anymore…

Then one night…

The lines in my head were racing…spinning…
And suddenly with all I had…I looked into
The Lines and Light…and they opened like a
Box…the storm inside me quieted…And I
Heard her whisper…then I knew what to
Do…And from this came …Valiant…
Then on St. Patrick’s Day I wrote the
First Valiant Post on Rumor Mill News.”

Ceres looked far away with a tear…

Kierista watched and listened with a heavy
Heart through her eyes…

Even the Lion Man himself seemed to express
An understanding silently.

Varence tapped my shoulder comforting me…
It seemed…

Rana was frozen, her eyes locked on mine…
“And that’s how you began…this activation, in part?”

“Yes.” I answered her. “And this has been my
Rage, my fuel, my fire…my endless inspiration…
To go on…So when they tell me to shut up I push
Harder…I keep going…with a Fuel unlike any they
Will ever know.”

“Such an awful price.” Rana said softly…sadly…

“So how will it end?” I asked. “So what
Happens next?”

“Now the hunt…” She said. “It’s no fun
To hunt them standing still.”

There was a beeping sound…familiar…
From the console in front of Camlo…

Shaking himself to his senses…He
Looked upon the readings. Stunned,
He then told everyone, “There are 2 transports
Approaching!”

“That’s impossible!” Varence exclaimed.

“How?” Who is it?” Ceres asked.

Camlo looked very nervous…”Your sisters…
Evangella…and Vala…are coming…”

Their faces told the short impact
Story of shock.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Let’s just say…we all don’t get along.”
Rana said. “Magic and Religion…
Witchcraft and Faith now come…”

That’s all for now

Valiant.

Source: http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=35458

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22 comments on “Valiant: Knock Knock…The Bell Tolls…GHOSTS…

  1. Thank you Bill. We are all on this. And you are helping me to overcome many of my fears. For many years I thought I was alone on this journey.

  2. I’ve bin following, reading your column ever Friday for the past 6 months. What stood out is when Rana asked; “I need to know…the Light in your head…..That you were given…how it works”. Do you feel the energy flow in your head coming into the crown waking up your hypothalamus, pituitary and pineal gland?

  3. …and going into high gear…still!!!
    Thanks everyone for all the wonderful comments and support.
    As soon as he gets a chance, he will pop in and say Hi!!!
    I keep him apprised of everything you all say, and it pleases him greatly.

    I can tell you…this post really knocked him out a bit (reliving it), and me too, as his ‘typist’…and Mom.
    …my apologies for all the typos. This was a hard one to read and type at the same time!
    I found him in deep mourning, sitting in our living room in the dark…the morning of this revelation of his. He was in tears and grieved for a long time.

    Yes, it was true…all true. And he has vowed to never let another loss like this happen!!
    He feels deeply for everyone of you who has experienced this THING.
    Lida, Valiant’s Mom

    • Hi Lida, I cried too – I hope these people are in a better place now. This message points to the reason this site, and others like it, exists. To understand who we are, and to support those going through these things. I feel the more we can share about it the better. No need to aplogize about typos – this was a marathon session! Thank you both for all your gifts.

    • sorry to intrude… but i wonder if u could ask bill/valiant to ask ceres if he is there again… if the blue flame of anger does mean anything or is actually a thing…

      the burning blue eyes of her hit me like a brick when i read it… i wonder if she can tell him some thing about it… well if the blue flame of anger is actually a thing

      sorry for my crappy english =(

        • thank u =)

          bill/valiant is a real trooper thanks for beeing in the here and now u two =)

          mutch love and posetive energy =)

  4. I’d like to echo Troy’s words – Many of these experiences would be too overwhelming to cope with if there was not a platform for being able to share these events with those that are able to understand. It’s absolutely essential for those that need it to know they are not alone. Thank you Bill and Lida, and for everyone’s comments. Thanks to all those that work tirelessly in the background expecting nothing in return. And you too Troy – Every little thing can make such a difference

    • remember… being alone doesnt mean u are lonely… it simply means all-one… (in german it makes more sense allein = all-eins )

      so manny people buy into the perverted word magic where they destroy the way language was originally intended to work…

      anyway what i ment to say is U R NEVER ALONE… and if u feel that way REMEMBER at that verry moment u r ALL-ONE 😉

      ps: sorry for my crappy english =/

      just find ur inner devine spark that connects u to the ALL-ONE

  5. whatever that thing is found its way to me and my children. Bruises, bite marks, scratches all very real, all happen overnight. We thought we were the only ones.

    • Hi Lia- Valiant mentioned this for protection: Pick 3 of his paintings and print them out. make a 3×3 grid with them. You’ll find some over at nomoresleeping.wordpress.com.

      Alternatively (or in addition) you can make some tobacco bundles or sage bundles and tie / tape one high up on the wall in each direction (you’ll need 4 total). White for north, yellow for east, red for south and black for west. This can be done in each room but at least the bedroom.

  6. I have Good Spirit all over the place…my screen saver, my avatar on fb, on mugs, a blanket….I have heard the blanket and Tshirt work! And of course…the real one/painting, hanging on my wall!! The dark ones do NOT like the Good Spirit!! NO kidding. It chases them away…and their minions. Even printed out copies. May reports received by myself and Bill of this. Please…print that one out!! The grid is also a great one!!! 8 x 10’s, or even smaller…
    Lida
    PS: and your ‘faith’ in the power of good over evil is very important here!!

  7. Rich and Lia – please print this out – at the very least save it as your computer desktop image. The ones you’re dealing with have no hold here – their bark is worse than their bite. 😀 They will only do things to serve themselves, and that is their weakness. Their other weakness is a fairly low IQ… Hint hint

    Lida, they really hated our suggestions… Keep up the good work!

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