Virginia Nowak decided that today, November 9th, she would free herself from the bonds that prevented her from fully uniting with the Universal Cosmic Mind. Unfortunately, as he said, Tarrun, her personal spiritual guide, had already achieved her full spiritual potential in this spin, and to continue perfecting herself to unite with the great wisdom of the Overself, she must choose life in another spin of the wheel—samsara. Beyond the desire for spiritual perfection, she was driven by a feeling of love for her spiritual master. As a visitor from another dimension—as he explained to Virginia—Tarrun could connect with her only after her ritual transition into the disembodied dimension of existence, and it was very fitting that she had just turned eighteen last week, Tarrun said. This supposedly helped the existential conjugation process to be effective.
This morning, immediately after getting out of bed, she entered a trance, achieving a state of consciousness that allowed for contact. Soon, she found herself in a blooming meadow. Tarrun ran toward her through the tall grass, scattering the flower buds swollen with morning dew. Soon he was holding her in his arms, whispering tender words into her ear. They were both dressed in flowing robes, their hair loose, and their bare feet trampling fragrant herbs.
He, a tall blond with a muscular body, and she, a beautiful brunette who could easily have served as Leonardo's model for the Mona Lisa.
"So you've decided!" Tarrun said sweetly.
"Therefore, we can now be fully united!! And your conjunction with the greatest wisdom of the universe will become a fact! Finally!! I've worked for this for so long! I mean, I've waited!" he quickly corrected himself.
"I'm obligated to tell you what you must do to find yourself with me permanently in this world." As he spoke, he waved his hand around, showing beautiful flowers, trees, and smiling (yes, smiling!?!) animals.
This whole world seemed to Virginia like the cheerful Disney cartoons she had loved so much as a child.
Her beloved hugged her tightly, showering her neck, shoulders, and face with tender kisses. In a passionate voice, he whispered into her shapely ear the detailed instructions necessary to carry out the procedure of their union. Holding her hand, he described every step in detail.
After emerging from the trance, she dressed, ate breakfast, and packed a razor-sharp ritual knife into her backpack—a gift from Professor Pasiłądzka, her psychology lecturer at the Świętokrzyska Academy. The professor conducted extracurricular classes for what she considered exceptionally outstanding students, developing their mediumship abilities.
As Virginia exited, she saw her grandmother. She paid her little attention.
Mrs. Genowefa was worried about her granddaughter, who had been behaving particularly alarmingly lately.
For a long time now, her "granddaughter" had been acting strange, lost. She sat next to her as if she weren't there.
During her sleep, she often fell into strange states, becoming stiff all over (so much so that she practically floated above the bed!), and several times during these attacks, she even uttered words in strange languages.
Her grandmother initially suspected drugs, but the symptoms seemed to indicate something much worse.
She prayed for her every day and even surreptitiously slipped a blessed medallion of the Blessed Virgin Mary into her jacket pocket.
It was 8:35 a.m.
Virginia left the house, closed the door, and headed toward the carpentry workshop located at the intersection of Wardyńskiego and Radwana streets. Then she walked along the sidewalk toward the "crooked apartment building."
"[...] and today you'll be swimming in the large pool," said the boy with long hair.
"Are you sure I can handle it?" the taller one expressed his doubts.
November had been exceptionally warm this year, a fact fully confirmed by a girl passing by.
They both glanced at a girl dressed in a denim set – a Red Star jacket and trousers, Nike sneakers, and a short, navel-baring pink Adidas sweatshirt.
The girl walked mechanically, as if guided, muttering something under her breath, almost like a mantra.
"Not bad," they both sighed.
Bus number 37 traveled along Bałtowska Street, then turned onto Gulińskiego Street in front of the former school no. 12. Virginia got off at the bus stop just before the turn into the former "Nowy Zakład" (New Plant) of the Ostrowiec steelworks – which, despite being taken over by the Spanish company Celsa and laying off eighty percent of its employees, was still one of the European steelworks leaders.
The girl crossed the street and, along the concrete slab path, headed toward the woods surrounding the New Plant.
She climbed to the top of a relatively high mound of old steelworks waste, overgrown with forest and shrubs, and, having found a suitable spot, began preparations.
She drew an intricate pattern on the ground, placed black candles at key points, then lit them. All the while whispering a solemn mantra, she took out a wavy-bladed knife and placed it beside it. She then stripped naked, hanging her clothes on the branch of a nearby bush.
Virginia felt a strange fear!? Something seemed to be pulling her from her plans.
To calm herself, she used a relaxation technique—it worked brilliantly. The girl sat in a lotus pose, took the knife, and placed the point to her heart. She was half-in a trance, but she still managed to notice her jacket slipping from a bush branch and falling to the ground. A small, shiny object fell from the pocket. "A medallion?!?" she wondered.
The object reminded her of her grandmother and parents. As if in a flash, she imagined their despair, and the despair of her grandmother and her high school friends.
She imagined it, and she wasn't so sure she wanted to do it anymore. Suddenly, Tarrun spoke in her mind—but his voice wasn't so mellifluous anymore, but rough and commanding!
"DO IT RIGHT NOW, YOU BITCH!" he screamed. "DRIVE THAT DAMN, FUCKING KNIFE IN NOW!!!!! YOU UNDERSTAND!!!"
After these words, Virginia was certain she didn't want to kill herself, but she couldn't seem to tear her hands away from the knife's hilt.
Suddenly, she spontaneously began to pray, her lips awkwardly forming words long forgotten. With desperate hope, she entrusted herself to God's protection and begged for deliverance from her oppression.
The terrible creature with green, warty skin held its clawed hands on the knife's hilt; in its emotion, it spread its black, membranous wings. Their membranes were torn and torn in many places.
Suddenly, the clearing was filled with an eerie light. The demon, startled and frightened, turned, drawing his sword with a red, curved blade. Opposite him stood an angel with white, silky wings in adoration. Tyr, for it was he in his own form, stood calmly opposite the monster and didn't even draw his sword from its golden sheath.
"Hey, you little angel!" he hissed, drawing out a hissing sound.
"I won't give her back to you!! NEVER!! You understand!!!" the "spiritual
guide" roared furiously.
"She's ours forever, and nothing will change that! Where have you been until now, you guardian by God's grace?!
" "You said it," Tyr replied with angelic patience.
Tarrun, or rather Deception, bulged his yellow eyes with vertical pupils, bared his teeth dripping with disgusting saliva, and, breathing hatred and yellow, stinking fumes, roared at the girl:
"Get out now! We'll take him!"
In response, three more demonic creatures emerged from Virgina's back. One of the demons, Deception, covered in spikes and with constantly darting eyes, was truly large and armed with a Sumerian sword resembling a giant sickle. Beside him stood Depression, an equally powerful creature with slippery, bristly skin, and Self-Love, a small creature resembling a run-over, nasty lizard.
All three were seething with hatred, and stinking, colorful vapors were spewing from their mouths.
For a moment, Virginia saw her Tarrun's true face in her mind.
The demons rushed to attack, as cunningly and treacherously as ever. Tyr now drew his long, straight-bladed sword and in a single movement blocked the blow of the Trickster's sickle, dodged Depression's attack, thrust with his shoulder into Deception, and, grabbing his wings, slashed Self-Love from head to hip. He disintegrated in a puff of red mist. Without giving the demons time to regroup and recover, the angel launched himself into the attack!!
"FOR THE LAMB AND THE MAID!!!" thundered the angel's battle cry in the ears of the evil spirits.
Then it was all over quickly! Despite the demons' desperate attacks, he evaded their weapons in truly angelic pirouettes. The enormous sickle barely missed his angelic head. Tyr, with a quick feint, misled his opponent and planted his point under his chin, nearly removing his hostile head.
Soon, after a fierce exchange of blows, he managed to unexpectedly strike at the level of Depression's hips, sending him and his predecessors to hell.
Seeing what was coming, Deception spread his wings and, with unexpected swiftness, flew into the air, leaving this place and seeking refuge in the wilderness.
Tyr didn't pursue him. As Virginia's guardian angel, he knew they would likely meet again and there would be more than one opportunity for battle. The angel only wondered if the demon would be alone or if he would bring seven more companions worse than himself.
"Get dressed. Go home and pray. Go to confession," he whispered in the girl's ear.
Virginia began to pray, dressed, and resolved to renew her life. Tears flowed down her face, as thick as pearls or peas, but joy, happiness, and bliss reigned in her heart.
Tyr walked beside her, his wings fully spread, finally fulfilling his duty to the fullest, and no longer having to watch from afar the evil that had taken over the girl.
"Yes," he thought, "the fight is just beginning." And with joy he touched the hilt of his sword.
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