The Spaces in Between by Chase Henderson Read Free Book Online

didn’t spread and left fewer mouths to feed. Many tried to kill themselves, but only succeeded in disfigurement.
    What caused this?
    They did.
    Who?
    A face appeared in the mirror. A gray, teardrop shape with large eyes, only nostrils, and a tiny slit for a mouth. The eyes focused on Cameron and turned black. He kicked the mirror aside and scrambled away.
    It was Lam.
     
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    Over several millennia ago when the Atlanteans were still at war with each other another faction developed a super weapon. A sort of EMP that instead of erasing hard drives wiped minds clean. Society crumbled on that whole Atlantean satellite as all its inhabitants ran on only their savage, animal instincts. The other faction allowed them to destroy themselves for another month before rolling in an army to wipe out what was left.
    The faction forces were destroyed by the mindless. After being stripped of conscious thought they quickly formed a hive mind that wielded incredible psychic power. The mindless did not breed so the hive mind eventually uploaded itself to the Astral. Over the centuries this hive mind became conscious and meddlesome.
    The mind felt the need to police the cosmos and would intervene in even some of the most mundane activities. It acted as a spiritual force on the Astral, but could take any physical shape when needed. Their favorite is the grey alien that so many Earthlings have described. John Keel dubbed them Ultraterrestrials. However, they told Aleister Crowley their real name - Lam. Both soon gained the hive mind’s ire.
    They do not travel to other planets, in fact, are already there. They have been known to take the shape of flying saucers to confuse Earthlings. In fact Earth hasn’t been visited by an actual alien species for thousands of years since the Atlantis and Lemurian colonies. Lam has been interested in Earth since the 70’s shortly after L Ron Hubbard’s botched attempts to mimic the works of Aleister Crowley.
    Lam had power that rivaled the Old Ones and seemed to want to keep the tablets away from their ancestors. Cameron could only assume that they would oppose him too. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the end of his sleeve and put out all the incense sticks with damp fingers.
    Cameron quickly replaced the weapons on his belt and snapped on a new helmet. He sat in the middle of the floor, opened his third eye, and concentrated on vibrating. To the very atoms he shook harder and harder until the spiritual film that separates worlds finally burst to grant him entry. On the Astral the landscape was the same, but had a very dreamy quality to it.
    He visualized an ornate redwood door. He felt the grain of it under his fingertips. He could smell the finishing on the wood. He reached for the doorknob and grabbed it. He opened his eyes and the door was there. Cameron turned the knob and stepped through. He now found himself standing in a meadow.
    It was a beautiful flowered meadow with dappled sunlight filtering through the giant redwood standing in the middle. Leaning against the tree was the white outline of a man standing roughly the same height as Cameron. The man called himself Noremac to which Cameron always rolled his eyes, but he was a competent guide to Cameron on these trips to the other side. Cameron was convinced that Noremac was his higher self. Noremac raised a pure white arm and waved to Cameron.
    “I need to get to the Underworld,” Cameron said. Noremac nodded and made a “right this way” gesture towards a cave at the base of the tree. Cameron ducked under a root to crawl after Noremac. After what seemed an eternity of crawling, the pitch-black tunnels lead to an opening. On the other side was Fae where lied the gates to the Underworld.
    The path through Fae was a windy one that twists and turned suddenly like a bronco trying to buck a rider. Wandering off the path in Fae was dangerous to a mortal since the road offered protection from the denizens who were not the small winged