The Aroer demons; what a plague on mankind.  Blown to earth, when a few ill advised scientists launched a probe to see if the Sun was alive.  When it crashed into the Sun, the impact blew them on a solar breeze, into this world.  They ravaged the earth; city to city, country to country.  Many fought back against their attacks.  That was the reason for the towers; to guard against the locust that had descended upon their world. 

Back at the tower, Mia screams "their coming".  Lasers from their eyes are punishing the shields.  The tower is shaking violently.  He turned to a book so old, its logic had left this world a long time ago, he tore out a page and handed it to her.  Capt. Rogers said "send this message out to the world".  He turned away and walked towards the lift.  Just then he remembered something his Science Officer C. C. Han told him before he died, "there is a chance to defeat them, but it may cost you your life".  He turned and went over to the auxiliary tool cabinet.  Inside he found what he was looking for.  He pulled out 2 small drums of "INDUSTRO WELD".  One drum contains liquid steel/epoxy resin, and the other contains hardener. When mixed together in equal portions, a chemical reaction occurs that turns the mixture into a compound that binds objects together.  Just maybe, as Officer Han had suggested, the Aroer demons will bind up, and seize if they come into contact with the mix.  Its a long shot he thought, but it's the only hope left.  He quickly read the instructions.  I've got about 30 minutes to pull this off he thought, and he began to pour both ingredients into a third canister.  When the combining was done, he began to cover himself from head to toe in the mixture, as Mia looked on in shock and disbelief.  Hurry he thought, the clock is ticking. 

Capt. Rogers runs to the lift, the doors open automatically, and he steps inside.  He presses the down button, the doors close and the lift zooms towards the ground floor entrance.  The doors open and he steps out into the bright sunlight.  Here they come, the drone of the hoard deafening, the demons talons begin to rip the flesh from his body.  He screamed again and again.  As the demons made contact with the substance the Capt. was covered in, they were instantly propelled backwards.  Seizing in flight, they exploded on contact with the rest of the hoard, destroying their own.  As the black rain of their metallic pieces fell from the sky, he knew it was over.  He staggers back to the tower and into the lift, rising back to the control deck.  As the lift door opens, he looks around and sees pieces of the Aroer demons scattered on the floor around "MIA" !  Her rifle is still in her cold, bloody hands.  He picks up her lifeless body and kisses her and then turns his head to see one last flickering screen.  On it he read the message he had asked her to send out:

          JAMES:14...Wereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow.  For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. 

                             

    "INDUSTRO WELD" is a product of the J-B Weld Company out of Sulphur Springs, TX
     Photo courtesy of - http://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/nasatv/index.html

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Captain David Rogers stood on the main deck of the tower; a glistening white mushroom-like structure rising out of the earth, into the sky. The sunlight beaming in through the windows that encircle the top of the tower. The steel and diamond encrusted surface reflecting light for miles. Oh, what a glorious day this would have been, had it not been for the Aroer demons gathering in hoards, blocking out the sun. Black metallic like grinning skulls, with recessed blue and red eyes, buzzing like bees, their appendages like the talons of hawks, amassing for their final assault. The remote monitors in the control room of the tower are flickering and communication signals are faint, if not gone. His friends lay 5 miles below, bleeding and broken. They left in the lift to face the enemy and fight them on the ground. They were brave men all, now nothing was left but carnage, and the sight of rats eating their flesh and gnawing on their bones!!

Mia stood next to him, laser rifle in hand, he felt sorrow for her, this after all was her first mission; at a tower base. She was so damn beautiful. She was his Communications Director and he thought maybe, just maybe, if he had met her sooner she could have been so much more to him, if not for this day! Mia screamed "here they come"! Capt. Rogers grabbed his rifle and fired upon the advancing Aroer demons. One, two, three, he takes them out, as Mia rushes to his side, her weapon ablaze from aiding in the fight, as the rest of the demons retreated to the safety of the hoard, out of range. "God, there is just too many of them" he said. He pushed the button that opened, the towers windows and screamed COME ON YOU BASTARDS!

PART ONE - to be continued.........

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The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,       And the trees have a silver glare; Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,       And the harpies of upper air,       That flutter and laugh and stare. For the village dead to the moon outspread       Never shone in the sunset’s gleam, But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep       Where the rivers of madness stream       Down the gulfs to a pit of dream. A chill wind weaves thro’ the rows of sheaves       In the meadows that shimmer pale, And comes to twine where the headstones shine       And the ghouls of the churchyard wail       For harvests that fly and fail. Not a breath of the strange grey gods of change       That tore from the past its own Can quicken this hour, when a spectral pow’r       Spreads sleep o’er the cosmic throne       And looses the vast unknown. So here again stretch the vale and plain       That moons long-forgotten saw, And the dead leap gay in the pallid ray,       Sprung out of the tomb’s black maw       To shake all the world with awe. And all that the morn shall greet forlorn,       The ugliness and the pest Of rows where thick rise the stones and brick,       Shall some day be with the rest,       And brood with the shades unblest. Then wild in the dark let the lemurs bark,       And the leprous spires ascend; For new and old alike in the fold       Of horror and death are pe The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,       And the trees have a silver glare; Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,       And the harpies of upper air,       That flutter and laugh and stare. For the village dead to the moon outspread       Never shone in the sunset’s gleam, But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep       Where the rivers of madness stream       Down the gulfs to a pit of dream. A chill wind weaves thro’ the rows of sheaves       In the meadows that shimmer pale, And comes to twine where the headstones shine       And the ghouls of the churchyard wail       For harvests that fly and fail. Not a breath of the strange grey gods of change       That tore from the past its own Can quicken this hour, when a spectral pow’r       Spreads sleep o’er the cosmic throne       And looses the vast unknown. So here again stretch the vale and plain       That moons long-forgotten saw, And the dead leap gay in the pallid ray,       Sprung out of the tomb’s black maw       To shake all the world with awe. And all that the morn shall greet forlorn,       The ugliness and the pest Of rows where thick rise the stones and brick,       Shall some day be with the rest,       And brood with the shades unblest. Then wild in the dark let the lemurs bark,       And the leprous spires ascend; For new and old alike in the fold        For the hounds of Time to rend.

H.P. LOVECRAFT

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In Christianity the supreme evil is known by many names: Lucifer, Satan, the Dragon or the Serpent. Many Christians attach various attributes or characteristics to this being. They call him the adversary, the slanderer and accuser of mortal men and angels. In Buddhism the supreme evil might be known as Mara, the tempter. However, Muslims may call this being, Iblis, a member of a class of supernatural beings who can be either good or evil. It is interesting to note that both Lucifer and Iblis were created with free will and were sinless--if we may use this term--prior to their rebellion.

We in the West are more familiar with the concepts of the Hebrew and Christian Devil, but it is this notion of the Djinn or Genie (from the Arabic, Jinn) we wish to explore for this blog and we promise you; we won't bog you down into religious gobbledygook. Let us proceed.

Most of us have been around long enough to see reruns of the 1960's television show, 'I dream of Jeannie' starring the lovely Barbara Eden or have heard about the tales of Aladdin and the Magic Lamp. These little tales were cute and catchy. All of us could lose ourselves in the thought of how wonderful it would be to have a Genie at our disposal to give us any and everything we could possibly imagine. The idea of the Genie has been much maligned and scoffed at but most of us know that there is hidden truth behind the myth and religion. The supernatural is no laughing matter.

What happens when a real Genie or malevolent spirit manifests itself in both, our dreams and this physical reality? What do we do then? What happens when these 'smokeless flames of fire' ( as the Qur'an calls them) are intent on wickedness and wreaking havoc in your life?

For example, your Croquille Master writers personally know a mother, a son, along with her brother, who moved into a beautifully renovated two-story house. Everyone was excited about this move-in and were pitching in their talents, ie. painting, brushing, scrubbing, to make the house look even more beautiful. The woman was in the bathroom scrubbing the facebowl and noticed that the faucet seemed different than it was when she first began her cleaning. It had elongated itself somehow, but she thought for a moment that this was her imagination and she brushed it off as meaningless. As she continued her cleaning the light switch flip to the off position by itself. She flipped the switch back on and the switch snapped back to the off position. This time, when she attempted to flip the switch on, her hand was met with an invisible force. She felt that an invisible hand, a hand with claws was preventing her from turning the switch on and in stark terror she runs from the bathroom. As she turned back, she saw that the bathroom door had been shredded. She ran down the hall to wake up her son and her brother. Of course, when she woke her brother up to tell him what had happened, he didn't believe her--that is to say, until her brother's beard shot out from his face as if someone was pulling it toward them. " We've got to get out of here!" the woman shouts to the brother and son. They took off down the stairs and are standing in the living room. For some reason, instead of bolting out the front door, the woman felt compelled to pull the drapes--rod and all-- from the patio window. There, floating in mid-air in the lotus position, is a powerful, muscular being. This Djinn or Genie looks humanoid but is everything but human. The sight of it, or him, made them all scream to the top of their lungs.

All of us have heard stories like this and most of us have doubted them, despite of our limited understanding of the spiritual and supernatural. But with the advancements of mind technologies, remote viewing, astral projection, channeling, noetic science, interdimensional beings, quantum physics and the ability of group thinking/consciousness, nothing in the realm of the supernatural should surprise any of us--not even the reality of Djinn or the Genie.

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