[TritteTouff]

I have a time traveling visitor - I have just now figured out what he's doing and why he's here. He has something to do with my miscarriages. What I don't know is WHO he is how to stop him.

NEVER TRUST AN UNDEAD ELF

It was June of Two thousand. My journal entry reads thus:

"It was a ghost rider, he was beautiful and ethereal, and he wasn't wearing much more than a loin cloth. He had the appearance of a young elf-like boy. Only ghostly white and pale. I was in a state of hyper awareness both awake and asleep. The Elf boy dismounted his horse. He was trying to be scary. I realized both he and his horse undead. (Zombies?) I liked his horse and gave it a pet. I realized it was a pun. He rode up to me on a "Night Mare."

[I know now that a Night Mare is a character from a book series. Could be this Zombie/Vampire/Elf is in human form somewhere, if he reads Piers Anthony novels?]

The rider dismounted, and said he wanted to join my aura. "Let me in," he said in an authoritative tone of voice. I'm not the type to let strangers "in" - not even beautiful undead elf-boys. I asked him who he was, and what he wanted with my aura. He refused to identify himself, or show me his face, even after I asked several times. So I said no.

He was determined, and it was clear he wasn't going anywhere. I tried to wake myself by clapping my hands together, which would have pulled me back into my body, but it didn't work and I fell into a dream. I knew he had followed me there. In my dream there was a knock at my front door. I looked through the peek hole. "Let me in." Damn it. He was standing there pretending to be a delivery boy. I opened the door (MISTAKE!) And took the package from the undead boy who had a cap pulled down over his face, then pushed him back out the door and shut it.

He pretended to fall down and hurt himself on my porch. Somehow he knew I was the sympathetic type. He thought I would let him in and nurse his scrapes and give him a band aid or something. He knew I couldn't just leave him there. He cried like he was dying. I knew it was a ruse, so pulling back the curtain I looked out the window and asked him if he wanted me to call a doctor or 911, but I wasn't going to come out. He gave up his ploy and left.

But not before he took something of mine - and left something of his.

I had a beautiful red rose vine in my front courtyard. I had planted them myself, babied them with fertilizer and special grow lights. I sang to them, weaving them carefully through my French style courtyard fence. And now they were stolen. Zombie Elvin Fiend! Rose-napper! Oh, my roses, my roses!

[I would like to add that I had just suffered miscarriage #1. My grandmother, a painter, has a vine painted in her living room with a Red Rose painted for every one of her children. Also, in the astral, I have seen the female womb, and it does indeed look like a Rose. I think this is why the Red Rose is a symbol for Mother Mary, and for Lovers.]

Where my beautiful vine once stood, there was a hole in the ground, and in it, he had left behind THREE SKULLS. Apparently three skulls was some personal symbol of his. A calling card of sorts. [This will be important later.]

I didn't understand his actions at the time. Who knows why undead elves do what they do? Perhaps he was crazy. I considered the matter closed but I was mistaken. Still a magickal novice, I didn't know the clever little thief had just made a psychic connection with me. By taking something of mine, and leaving something of his. By this “trade,” he was able to burgle into my dreams at will, like Freddie Krugor.

This fact became apparent the very next time drifted off to sleep. There he was waiting with a nightmare. He was trying to break me down. Sooner or later I had to give up. And let him in.

For three nights straight he waited for me. I began guzzling coffiee. I showed up at my friends house begging them not to let me fall asleep. We went though the house ringing bells and burning sage. All to little effect. Like a vampire, he had tricked me into letting him in with his fake delivery. He had taken, and he had given. It was a done deal.

The timing for this was awful, as a friend of mine was having a big bash to celebrate her wedding. What was I supposed to do? Call her up and explain "Sorry I can't make your wedding party, I'm having trouble with an undead elf."

With bags under my eyes I went. I was shaken up, and a bit skittish. But I put on a brave face and did my best to act normal and have fun. Rattled nerves and all.

I did my own reading on the Undead Elf boy. I saw him swallowed by a serpent. Even at the time I thought it looked oddly like a birth canal. Only now do I know that for a fact, that in mythology the fertility god/hero has to shoot an arrow, or spear, or something down the mouth of the serpent, which is indeed a female sexual symbol.

The next day I had a scheduled appointment with the best psychic in town. I dragged into her office looking miserable I'm sure. Falling into the chair across from her I broke down in tears.

"What does he want? Just tell me what he wants!"
"He says he wants in."
"I know that. But why?"
"He wants your energy."

After conversing with him a few minutes she turned to me and explained. " He's convinced he wants your energy and that’s why he’s stalking you, but he doesn't realize he wouldn't know what to do with it even if he got it- which he can't anyway. He's nothing but a mean spirited prankster. He's a little wimp and you need to stand up to him! That's why he hides his face, because if you saw him you would know he's nothing but a little wimp, and then you wouldn't be afraid of him anymore!"

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I was relieved that this guy was nothing to worry about. He was all an act.

She said "You're going to get rid of him. You will find a way." Then she drew an inverted triangle on a sheet of paper and colored it in black. For lack of any other instruction, I took it home and used it in a banishing spell.

[Only now do I know than an inverted triangle, in particular a black one, is a female womb symbol. At this point I still had not made the connection to the miscarriage.]

That night I drifted off to sleep waiting for my elf. Oh, the things I was going to do to him if I managed to catch him. People would have to start buying Peppridge Farm, I mused, because Keebler was about to come up missing. I wondered what kind of cookies undead elves made. Perhaps they are sprinkled with little candy bats and only come out at Halloween.

He must have sensed a serious elf-beating was in store because he didn't show up.

A few weeks later, I got a call from my friend. The pictures from her wedding party had been developed, and she had noticed something strange. ”There are these weird lights in some of the pictures…”

Good thing she wasn’t there to see my face. I took a breath to steady myself and tried to say something logical. Something that didn’t include the unlikely phrase ‘undead elf.’

“Sounds like there’s something wrong with your camera.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought at first too, but then I laid them all out across the bed, and I noticed that the lights are only in the pictures you’re in.”

Connections are hard to break. He laid low for almost seven years. Only to show up again in August of two thousand and six. Perhaps the connection would have “expired” at the seven year mark. It’s a theory.

I had fallen asleep and been woken up by the real life UPS man. I signed for the package and fell back asleep. It worked like the "Interrupted sleep" method.

He used the identical ruse. As soon as I fell into the astral: Knock Knock. Delivery boy. There he was on the other side of the door, though the peep hole I could see he had a hat pulled low over his face. By this time I had almost totally forgotten. I opened the door.

Notice - it is significant that the trick he used on me back in June of 2000 is a trick he learned here in August 2006. He's a time traveler. Like me.

[I would like to add I had just suffered miscarriage #2. ]

He pushed past me and into my living room, snatching two occult-related videos off my shelf. “Oh, you’re into Astral Projection,” as if he had found an answer. I was like “Well, duh.” He quickly dropped off two boxes and left, closing my door behind him. The realization of what had just happened came flooding back to me in a bad memory. Keebs was back. He was trying to make another trade. Two for two.

[The videos he took were ones I had used to make an Art School project called "Birth of the Universe." It featured the woman as Goddess, the man as God, and footage of an unborn featus. It was mystical and moving, and won me the schools Video Editing contest.]

In a fit of anger I ran back toward the door swinging it open. He was sitting there in my courtyard. Calm and curious, he’d dropped the scary act. He just looked at me. This time he had a pack of guard dogs with him. One of them being a great Dane who barked at me. I stomped and screamed, yelling “NO!” I grabbed up his two boxes, and flung them back at him. Then slammed the door shut.

I still wonder about that. Should I have ran out into the courtyard and tried to get my two videos back? He had taken something of mine again, something of personal significance, again. But at least this time, I was unreachable to him. I had thrown out his things, and he could not find his way back inside.

I got a reading not long after that I got a reading. “I see a Great Dane. A guard dog.” I was like. Uh huh.

LAST NIGHT I FINALLY PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER

*He shows up every time I have a miscarriage.
*On his first visit he took ONE of something baby related
*On his second visit he took TWO of something baby related
*I have suffered, to date, TWO miscarriages
*He left me THREE skulls in my "garden" [another womb symbol]
*Does this mean there is a THIRD miscarriage on the way?

I working on some theories as to his identity:
*Could this be what the spirit of miscarriage looks like on the astral?
*He says he wants in. Could this be the spirit of the child?
*Let me in could also mean he is the father of the child.

I can't let him in because I don't know who he is. I don't want to give birth to an undead elf, or get pregnant by one. But I don't want to have another miscarriage either. It's just too hard on me, physically and emotionally. The last one almost killed me.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do here.