The Further Adventures of Epiphanies - 12/19/2001

M_M, do you have me on autoalert? I JUST posted that..... *brow lifts* You have this uncanny ability to read juuuuuust after I hit "save".....

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Walk-ons.

Some people call it a sort of possession.

Others simply tend to be so open, that those that are out there wandering around the astral planes hitch a ride, so to speak.

They see something in the flesh that fits into a emptiness they have, and move in for a bit to fill that space.

It's basically Skin Riding.

Now, when you have a multiple system, where the beginnings of everybody are a little foggy, at times, this presents a perfect opportunity for someone to hitch a ride. A popular belief is the dead that don't move on hang around because they have something to finish up, still. Quite often, the pain, energy and emotions that a multiple system harbors is an open invitation to a Skin Rider, as a sort of catharsis, for what they feel is missing.

I mean, who's going to notice another voice as something bad, hm?

Walk-ons are an alternative belief for schizophrenic hallucinations, people that see and hear ghosts, possessions, poltergiest...... those bundles of excess, lost energy that make up the paranormal textbook. Religion drove away these "beings" (for lack of a more appropriate word) with exorcisms - as I'm sure there are as many malignant as benign out there. Others welcomed their voices as visions and omens.

It all boils down to whatever floats your boat.

This is where we thought the Fiend came from, maybe something of a walk-on.

You see, people that are very "open" to energy fluxes can sometimes pick up walk ons. A mass media example is your common psychic that's Ridden for a period of time.

Spazzboy here often sees transient energy. He's seen lost cats in houses that purportedly passed on quite awhile ago. He's heard and seen evidence of the excess energies that are in my mom's house. He's super-incredibly open to impressions of that sort (even startled the Doc today by telling her "you didn't expect us" when she walked out of her office, I mean, within a second. And, truthfully, she didn't, she thought it was Thursday and was expecting a couple... not a couple-a-few *smirk*). He's the one that actually can pull that whole "couple communicating without talking" stunt with C to impress and awe our friends.

Asshole sort've can do it. He tends to hit too hard, sometimes, but is getting better. He also hears the excess more than sees it like Spazzboy.

A lot of people who feared they were multiples that turned out to be "fakes" were actually those that were Ridden, for a time (as a theory, anyway, I could be wrong). The difference between Riders and Alters, is that the Riders, eventually, move on. They're exorcised in some shape or form. Even if they somehow come back, they are still able to completely leave. They also tend to appear from out of nowhere, once they mount up (of course, alters tend to suddenly "re-appear" later in life when the situation presents itself sometime in adulthood so the person discovers they are, indeed, a multiple, so that's a sticky requirement).

Up until last night, this is where we had a hankering that the Fiend came from. A lot of things matched up for him to be a resident, but also some things seemed awry enough to toss in that tiny nugget of doubt that could lead to a walk-on. He just didn't seem to have been around since the beginning...... so, unless a new alter was forming altogether (which by all means is possible) he was a walk-on. And this was something we were going to let time decide.

This morning decided.

I stayed up with DS working through some things through role-playing..... and many striking parallels came up between things that have gone on in our recent past and what the Fiend was experiencing. Worked through with Doc that it just took three years for all the emotion and energy to roil itself up enough to form into an alter of it's own. Instead of happening when we were young..... it happened later in life, when the defense mechanism was needed again.

Uncanny, the mind's ability to protect itself....