“There are dangerous places,” Andre cautioned me, “that you should never go and malicious beings you don’t ever want to disturb.”

“But how do you know?” I asked, probing for more information. “How can you tell what’s dangerous and what’s not? If I wanted to explore the heart of a huge metro area…say New York or Los Angeles, unless I had a local person to help guide me, I wouldn’t know where was safe to drive at night and where wasn’t. How am I supposed to learn where to not go in the whole wide Universe? It’s not like anybody makes a roadmap marking the good and evil places you know.” Andre considered me carefully then, and began to turn away. Too dangerous, I heard in my head. “I don’t even know how to shield from the sorts of things you’re talking about. How can I learn, explore and grow if I don’t know how to protect myself?” In mid-turn, he stopped. I had caught his attention. “You really aren’t going to leave this be, are you?” His voice was clearly perturbed. “I told you at the very beginning, I’m trying to understand as much as I can, but I don’t want to be dumb about it.” “Well, be careful what you wish for. Some things are best left alone,” he replied. “I’m not disagreeing. I just want to know what things to avoid and where they are so I can give them a wide berth. Trust me, it’s not like I want to go engaging anything with dark or evil energy! I just want to know how not to come up on their radar.” Andre both growled and then sighed in a mixture of frustration and resignation. “You don’t know what you’re asking,” he said.

“So, enlighten me,” I stubbornly replied.

He cussed under his breath and I didn’t bother to ask what he said. I just wanted him to tell me more so I had some frame of reference. I wanted to know more about what he’d experienced of the harder energies to deal with in the universe. I’d spent my life avoiding anything dark and evil, and honestly had no clue what I was asking him. If I had paid more attention and been less arrogant, I might have picked up that this was bigger than I knew; honest bigger than I was ready to deal with. I had no idea there might be lingering consequences. But I pressed him.

“I really want to understand,” I said again naively. I thought I was asking him to describe these things to me in words, and direct me what to look for and what to avoid. I wanted him to talk to me. I should have known better. Andre never discusses anything when he can demonstrate instead. I was sitting, curled in one corner of his black leather loveseat. He crossed the room and sat down next to me and raised his hand to touch it to my forehead. “Remember, you asked,” he said.

Before I could say anything more, he placed two fingers of his left hand on my third eye and the last thing I remember thinking is, here we go. A microsecond later, we were standing in a desolate arid place where an extremely hot, dry wind whipped my long hair against my cheeks. Sand whirled about in dust devils that rose and fell and I found it getting into my eyes and stinging my skin. The ground was hard, and rocky crags dotted a landscape totally devoid of vegetation. The sky, if it was sky, seemed a harsh, angry brown orange swirled with a sickly looking red. Instinctively, I grabbed Andre’s arm, hanging onto it like a lifeline. I tried to breathe, but my lungs wouldn’t work. My heart pounded and my brain started to scream. I opened my mouth and I had no voice and felt an instant panic. My fingers gripped his arm as I observed things moving toward us. Dark shapes began to crawl and scurry closer and I realized in desperation that I had no idea how to get out of this place. The shapes grew more distinct and became ashen gray, sickly-looking things moving about us on long skinny limbs. My fear increased. I couldn’t talk, couldn’t scream, and couldn’t run. I clung to Andre, not having any other protection than the utterly calm, controlled strength that radiated from him in warrior mode. The creatures were within just a few feet of us, when I sensed a strong shift next to me. A wave of power emanated from the warrior and whatever these things were halted in their tracks. They paused, and....

Andre removed his fingers from my forehead and suddenly I was back in his living room. Gently he pried my fingernails from his forearm where drops of blood had already started to ooze to the surface. I immediately began gulping air again and tried to calm my racing heart. “Holy crap!” I exclaimed. “Where the hell was that?” “Yes,” he simply replied, waiting for me to understand. With mouth hanging open, my brain tried to understand what he was really saying. “Hell? That was Hell?!” “Most likely what the Christian world would call it, yes.” “Shit!” I was not prone to swearing, but the epithet burst forth from me before I could think. “You asked,” he repeated himself. “I tried to tell you.” “And…and those things that were moving toward us?” The warrior gave a small shrug. “There are things that can exist in the dark places.”

Andre paused, and said nothing more, letting me regain my composure. When my breathing had slowed, his dark eyes bored into me again. He had come to appreciate over the last several months that I could withstand more than the average gal. Still, I admit that I ask a lot of naive questions that often result in getting a dose of energy that can take me to the edge of my endurance. My quest for learning and understanding often tries his patience. I suspect this time, he wanted to teach me a lesson.

“Do you want to see the War Room?” he asked. I shook my head in confusion. “War Room?” I repeated dumbly. Andre shrugged. “It’s what I call it. Dark entities can collect or band together in various locations for a variety of reasons. This particular place happens to be nastier than most.” He looked at me closely, seeing the fear in my eyes. “You wanted to know what to avoid,” he stated matter-of-factly. I nodded an assent. I knew Andre’s predilection for understatement and had barely registered the subtle “nastier than most” reference, when his fingers again crossed to my forehead and an instant later we were standing at one end of a dimly lit room. Just a few paces away, a group of close to a dozen dark, vile feeling individuals were grouped together. Uncomfortable and foreboding whisperings filled the small space and the air in the room crackled with mal-intent. Andre seemed to be familiar with what or who these individuals were and moved to make sure he stood as a shield between me and them. An immense sense of dark power and control shimmered and shifted in the air. It was as if these were the mafia dons of the dark universe and Andre had popped us right into the middle of their collective planning session. Our arrival created an instant uproar as the alert of our suddenly appearance passed among them. Anger filled the room, and in my head I could hear questions being directed from nearly all of them simultaneously. There seemed to be a great deal of confusion as to who I was and why I was suddenly there in the midst of them with Andre. Instantly I knew that we were both in extreme danger.

“Hello boys,” I heard Andre speak for the first time in all of the journeys he had taken me on. I moved to make myself very tiny and small behind him. Feeling suddenly like a frightened child I wanted to shut my eyes tight; don’t see me, don’t pay attention to me. I wanted to run away and hide. I didn’t know exactly who these beings were, or even where here was, but as the individuals advanced toward us I desperately wanted to run. Andre stood firm like an immobile, impenetrable shield. I pulled at the shirt on his back, a desperate non-verbal message that I hoped he would understand. Let’s get out of here! The last thing I remember is Andre flipping a sarcastic salute of sorts to those present in the room. A moment later, he and I were again sitting on the leather loveseat. When I opened my eyes, his hand was retreating from my forehead.

Without thinking, my fingers rose and clasped over my mouth. With eyes saucer-wide, I tried to process what the heck had just happened and where he had taken me. When I could trust myself to speak, I dropped my shaking hands. “Those people were evil with a capital E!” I said, with fearful understanding in my voice. Andre nodded. “If you can call them people.” “I understand now what you mean about bad places to go…I won’t ever forget the feeling radiating out of that group!” I added. “Were they people, or something else?” Andre sat quiet for a moment looking at me, waiting to see if I would figure it out on my own. His head cocked to one side and he peered over his glasses in true teacher fashion as if you say, “you already know the answer.”

“Okay, not human. I get it. But they were so evil feeling…those weren’t angels or anything positive….” I lapsed into silence trying to choose the right words to describe our journey. Andre slowly shook his head no, but remained silent and continued to look over the top of his glasses at me as my brain processed our little trip to what he had dubbed the War Room. “Not angels, these would be their opposite….” My eyes grew wide, finally putting two and two together.

Andre’s chin rose and fell just once. “Like I said, that place is nastier than most.” I fell silent, trying to process why Andre had dubbed it the War Room. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know exactly who we had just met. Andre nodded again. “Now do you understand?”

I drew in a careful breath and slowly, weakly acknowledged him. I closed my eyes, suddenly weary. The two journeys had taken us all of five minutes, yet I felt like I had endured fear, pain and panic for hours. These places sucked the life out of you! Andre looked me over carefully, assessing whether or not I was okay. I caught the concern in his eye. I was still working at calming my breathing when I noted the worry in his eyes. Even in my overwhelmed state, I winked at him. “It’s okay, I’m tough,” I told him. He grunted. Sure you are, I heard I my head. He stood, stretched and doubled checked my status again. As he headed toward the side door to go out for a smoke, he paused, turned back toward me and spoke quietly. “Curiosity killed the cat, you know.”

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