Archeia's Atheneum (The First Shift)

Episode Ten: Hexinkind

1945 AA2

There are few things as disturbing as the revelation of time--or lack thereof. I am living in the Cask with two entities, one chatty--the other silent. My body is away from me, and I am just energy resonating in a crystal monolith. I learned from this that the human body is like a car; the engine is the brain. The self is the driver whom may exit and enter the vehicle at will. In such a state, the self will inevitably begin to perceive things differently. Consciousness, for example, becomes very clear. I remember when I was an atom. I remember being an item; a stone. This was my consciousness at first density: I didn't have a concept of time, and I only experienced it at the most minuscule level--because first density can only perceive one aspect of time; past. I remember being an animal. This was my consciousness at Second density. I perceived two aspects of time, experiencing one: past--the precursor of self-perception. When I incarnated in a human form, I began to perceive three aspects or dimensions of time--experiencing two: past and present. Now that the driver has left the vehicle, they are simply a being. I am now a self--that is all. This self is fourth density, existing in the fourth dimension. In this state, I perceive all three aspects of time--past, present, and future--all simultaneously. This perception is natural for energetic beings. It works so that there is no need to experience past, present, and future separately--you see only a moment called time. A moment that is happening, has happened, and will happen. So suddenly, time doesn't exist. The concept of time becomes but a vibration of energy, just like knowledge.

Knowledge became to me as Wi-Fi is to people of your now. I just know things. I know the same things the entities do. It's very easy to see now. Beings, entities, people--all just energetic creatures moving about in space/time. In this state, we all look a little like glowing bacteria. I converse with many of these people, just as I do with the entities I live with. Eventually, the chatty one reveals to me that she and the silent one fused their ego into one. They invite me to meet this ego they've created. I agree and begin to study the entity known (for a short time) as Hexenkind. She came to third density in nineteen, twenty-five--AA2. There was a multitude of ways her life would be lived. I, however, was to focus on the life in which she was primarily a catalyst. In this life, she was given a deadly predisposition; like a great sum of power was taken from her other lives and bestowed upon the one in question. In most other lives, she wouldn't have had this, resulting in a more tranquil life. She would have grown up with her parents, had a healthy social structure, and lived a typical lifespan. In most other lives, she would be scared by war, but not so badly that she couldn't recover. In nearly every life she would grow up with long auburn hair and grassy green eyes--in this life, she would maintain that appearance for only a short while.

In the life or reality, Hexenkind would be born with an extremely high level of I.E. positivity. Ergo, her abilities came to fruition very early. She was born in a small house on a German valley, where she would change dramatically. Four months after Petra's birth, the livestock owned by her small family became agitated. Their cow started to shiver agitatedly, their two pigs squealed restlessly, their chickens were hysterical, and one of their horses escaped in the early hours of the morning. Hexen's father could only watch perplexed as the mare bolted away with no hesitation and no sign of stopping. Later that night, as Hexen's mother played with her little baby girl, something caught her eye when she glanced out the window. Another more careful look reviled tiny glowing orbs, all hovering at the edge of a small forest. The father thought it wise to investigate further, and went outside to see the orbs for himself. After nearly a minute, he rushed back inside--frantically closing and locking the door behind him. Endeavoring to arm himself, should the need arise. He told his wife it was not orbs she saw--they were, in fact, the reflective eyes of an abundant pack of wolves, likely ravenous.

The sight was frightening to be sure, but night after night the scene progressed from frightening to petrifying. After a while, the number of feral visitors increased exponentially. The wolves no longer cared to hide; now they could be seen along the valley too. They were growing dangerously comfortable. To this, the father grew dangerously protective.