It’s all starting to come together now.
After my little out-of-body experience, I decided to pay another visit to Ben and share the details with him. He seemed more curt than last time and didn’t even offer me a glass of whiskey!
Ben reassured me that it was all part of the process and something many other group members have gone through. After pressing him further, I came to realize I was being indoctrinated into their group.
The strangest thing about all this, he relayed everything to me with a stone-cold face, as if he was above human emotions like some prick.
Then, when I finally maneuvered to the other subject I wanted to discuss with him, he tried to shove me out his front door like some dog he found on the street.
But I was firm and managed to get what I ultimately wanted from that visit; the address of the veiled woman.
I showed up outside the apartment during a frigid, gray afternoon. I approached the concrete stairs and felt an odd sensation come before me as I looked up at the apartment.
Then I saw it again.
The strange afterimage that had been following me around these past few days penetrated my vision once again.
Dark eyes, red nose, and now I could see the faint image of a serpentine tongue slowly rolling out of its doglike face.
The horror! The horror!
I collapsed to my knees in front of the staircase. I stayed there for a few minutes looking inside myself to confront the mysterious face once again.
Was this Doggledoo I was seeing? WHAT DID IT MEAN?!
With my psyche in a frazzled state, I still managed to venture onward into the lair of the veiled woman.
I walked up the steps, rang the same doorbell as Ben did on that fateful night with the swirling ceiling, and waited for her to answer.
While standing there, I noticed the same green light coming from the lockbox on my nightstand protruding underneath the door. It appeared to have a thicker presence in the air than what the box in my bedroom produced.
After waiting there for almost 10 minutes, I pressed the doorbell once again and then knocked on the door. As soon as I hammered on the door, the emitting green light stopped.
The door swung open, and I was greeted by the veiled woman.
“Come in,” she whispered with a craggy voice.
Just like last time, I was escorted into her sprawled out living room filled with various seating arrangements and eclectic wall decorations. She gestured me to sit on the couch in the center of the room while she parked her ancient tuchus in the recliner opposite me.
Without a single question from me, she started diving into the history of the mysterious group meetings she hosted every so often. It was almost as if she clearly understood my intentions for visiting her, as well as my thoughts around the elusive being currently known to them as Doggledoo.
How did she know I was going to ask these questions and, more importantly, what is the full extent of her power?
As she was talking about the ancient traditions involved with her group, stemming back to the tribes in ancient Mesopotamia, I couldn’t help but continue staring up at the non-swirling ceiling looking down at us in all its mystique.
She continued to explain to me that the being they referred to as Doggledoo has been called by many different names throughout the ages from people of her clan, but all of these names have escaped any sense of documentation. Only through oral tradition has this knowledge survived.
She then told me how Doggledoo can tap into the collective pool of unconsciousness that all living beings in the universe share, and that the ultimate goal of her family clan has consisted of relinquishing Doggledoo from this pool of unconsciousness and into the real world to assume its ultimate power as the one true Deity in our physical realm.
I tried to maintain my composure as she told me all this, but I could feel the sweat beads dripping from my forehead.
I tried to prod her further, asking how she planned to release Doggledoo into this world and if she thought Doggledoo would be a benevolent god, but all she could respond with was the same simple response.
“Soon all will be known.”
Then she lifted herself from her seat and escorted me out of the apartment.
After gaining more info from the veiled woman, I decided the next best thing I could do was continue documenting as much of this as I could. So, I decided to create a website and begin uploading my recent experiences with all of this.
Part of the reason for doing this had to do with my suspicion around the veiled woman’s remark of Doggledoo remaining to be undocumented for all these years throughout history.
There had to be others like me who wanted to write this stuff down. What happened to all those people and their written records?
I needed to ensure something was in the public space in case any of Doggledoo’s followers, or Doggledoo itself found a way to silence me. I still didn’t know the true motives of Doggledoo, and why it wanted to leave this so-called pool of collective unconsciousness.
Then an idea struck.
If I was going to get a better understanding of Doggledoo, why not get it straight from the Deity itself?
Recently, I’ve been thinking back to the lockbox on my nightstand and my out-of-body experience; it’s occurred to me that I might have the necessary tools to reach and confront Doggledoo myself.
Now I just need to prepare.