posted on Feb, 14 2008 @ 06:06 AM
It was time to change form again. The 42-year old body he was inhabiting would no longer do and he knew it was well past the time for metamorphosis
again. He had been waiting for quite some time and now the opportunity had finally presented itself.
The boy sitting next to him in church would be his next manifestation. The boy and his sister were sitting with their mother in between them. The
father was not present in the house of worship today. The Changer had met the family before; they had exchanged polite after-service conversation on
many occasions.
From these conversations, he had learned the boy's name was Peter and he was between 2 and 3 years old - the perfect age for the change he thought.
He also knew this was a well-to-do family and a family filled with love. It was going to be a perfect union for him.
The Changer glanced at Sarah; his wife of 10 years; sitting on the other side of him. She had never wanted children and had gone out of her way not
to conceive. Had she been more willing to do so, the transition would have been more straightforward, as he could grow with people he knew.
He will have to remember this for the next generation of himself – to choose a wife who wants children! Since the beginning of time he had been
living in various bodies, only one other woman had failed him in this way. In her case, it had not been her fault. Next time, he will have to begin a
family much earlier. At 42, this was one of the oldest bodies he had ever inhabited.
Although this was his only way to experience eternal existence, he still felt isolated and naked with emotion every single time. He was always alone.
With every new transition he always felt like being alone in a strange place.
Now, it was time.
The boy, Peter was fidgeting as young children often do in places like this. He began sliding down the pew and onto the floor. Peter was at that age
where, just learning to walk, he was anxious to walk everywhere. He began to move down the pew in front of the Changer.
The Changer, sensing anxiety from the mum, put his arm out to stop the boy from going any further. The mum smiled at the Changer and reached out to
pull Peter back in.
Only it was no longer Peter, the child. The Changer had done this so many times that all he needed was a slight touch, an ever so brief physical
contact to make his exchange. The mother now lifted him back up on the pew and whispered to him "Sweetie, the sermon is almost over, be a good boy
and sit still for a little while longer".
Indeed, the minister was just then wrapping up the service. As everyone started getting up to leave, one man stayed put. It was the body of the man
the Changer had previously inhabited. Peter turned around for one last look at the body he had spent the past 39 or so years in. It was seated still,
staring vacantly ahead while Jenny, the childless wife, was trying to shake him and get him to come around.
Peter giggled a little boy's laugh and walked out with his new mum's hand in his. "What's so funny Peter," she asked and smiled a loving smile at
him. “Nothing Mummy” I said.
I then began to think how I’ve had many names during my lives, but…
“I’ll always be known as LUCIFER”.
Transition complete