Black Wings

The concept of the universe is a paradox far to complex for the prosaic mind to fathom. Despite the fact that human beings have achieved a great technical prowess, there is still very little insight into the inner workings of time and space, and how they interact with our reality.
Astral projection is the universal skeleton key to the locked doors of time and space. With it we can elude the laws of this dimension and penetrate the worlds where angels and demons roam. The astral can pass through physical objects, because it does not normally effect the physical plane. However, the physical plane can be effected by the astral through great surges of telekinetic energy. Also, just as the physical plane can be seen from the astral, the astral may visually bleed into the physical. This can be a frightening experience to someone who doesn’t know what they’re looking at, especially because the astral body is extremely malleable, and may take the shape of virtually anything. (The term shape shifting means to visually manifest your astral body on the physical plane while manipulating your appearance.)
Beasts from the Abyss and beings from other worlds bleed into our reality, sometimes intentionally, sometimes unintentionally. For above the sky is the darkness of space, and beyond that darkness, our galaxy, and beyond our galaxy another, and so on.
The tiny pewter figurine on the altar, while seemingly solid, is in fact composed of trillions of atoms, held together only by gravity, revolving in orbit like tiny demon planets. Each of these micro orbs can be broken down into nuclei, protons and electrons, and each of these smaller components still.
There are universes beyond and around ours, as well as below and within. From a perspective beyond ours, we are only a single demon planet whirling and revolving in the atoms of that tiny pewter figurine, and, consequently, our reality has only existed for a single season in that alien time flow.
Yet these worlds within worlds, no matter how large or small, sometimes overlap in a nexus that allows realities to collide. I believe the following story exhibits traits of such a collision. It is a paradigm of an astral reality bleeding into our own.

      Far across a desolate dessert terrain, I see a flash of light, like the reflection of a mirror in the sun, and a dark, shapeless figure appears in my field of vision.
As the figure approaches, I see that it’s cloaked in a black hooded robe, and that the strange silver talisman around its neck was the source of the flash that I saw.
Through the hood of the robe I see a pair of large red eyes peering at me from a brilliantly green complexioned face. The creature looks at me as if it has something crucially important to say, but oddly enough it isn’t equipped with a mouth.
The beast begins making a series of hand gestures, and I feel myself fading and shrinking like Alice in the rabbit hole after drinking the potion from the table. My face hits the dry dessert ground, and I see an earthworm begin to slither down into the soil. As I watch it going into the ground, my consciousness travels with it. As I sink further and further down the worm hole, I’m surrounded by blinding blackness, until I suddenly break through into open space, and I have eyes once again.
I see a voluptuous Goddess spread seductively on a black stone altar elaborately carved and gilded with silver sigils. Angels are arranged around her chanting in some ancient tongue. Their words of power culminate and the veil of darkness is torn open by a radiant light.
Lucifer steps through the astral portal and approaches an awaiting Lilith. The suggestive posture of the Goddess is aimed invitingly towards Lucifer, and he accepts her invitation by mounting her with the enthusiasm of a feral cat ripping into its prey. The two twist and contort in a vivid display of artistic pornography, and finally contract in potent orgasm.
Lilith swells and comes to term before my eyes, (an instant in this world, an eternity in the next) and her magical children are born on the royal alter of the Abyss. Legion after legion of the demon hatchlings slither off of the altar and fly off into the darkness. One of the new born beasts flies by and plucks me from my perch with its scaled talons, and we glide through the Abyss towards what appears to be a shiny black liquid surface. The demon flies into the slick black liquid, and as we burst through, I wake up.
The scent of sulfur invades my nostrils as I snap back into consciousness. I sit up in cold sweat like a dope sick junky, and I feel as if I’m being watched.
When I turn my attention toward my altar, I see a pair glowing red eyes peering out of my black mirror. The eyes dissipate and a black mist swirls out of the mirror. The mist begins forming the silhouette of a beast, man shaped, but taller than any ape known to this world.
Fully formed, the creature raises a clawed hand and procures a black orb emanating an ominous glow. The demon whips the orb downward, smashing the black mass into the floor while simultaneously evaporating into thin air.
Shards of glowing embers lye burning in the aftermath. Upon closer inspection, I discover a runic formula that makes a profound impression in my mind.
I awaken again, this time to the fluttering of what sounded like giant wings. I jump up expecting to find myself in the company of the beast once again. When I scanned the room, I found that I was alone, but my black mirror lay in shards on my altar.