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    I am looking for whatever Tao creatures have been reported over time that would fit the description of my Orionid. I hope my story will fit here….
    In 1972 I had to say farewell to a friend that had terrorized me for years, yet somehow become close at the same time. He cradled me and pointed to the sky, Orion’s belt was visible, and the only word was “Home”…

    It was 1968, and we had moved from Mill City, Oregon, to a suburb of SW Portland, Milon Lane, into a house that had been shaken in half by the last earthquake. A crack that spread from the fireplace across the dining room was visible as a one-inch gap in the ceiling. 5.2 magnitude on November 6th, 1962. The place was obviously on a fault, however important or not that may be.

    I was 7 years old, my father was a Forest Service employee that had taken a job with the Oregon Forest Protection Association in Portland. So this would be our new home. Everything else appeared normal. The house had plenty of room and potential, but was still mainly two bedrooms and a bathroom.

    My first encounter with Orionid was the tooth fairy, or so I thought. I still believed somewhat in Santa and the tooth fairy and wished for things like most children, including that superheroes were real and that God was actually listening to us. I had put my tooth into a glass of water, which was supposed to keep the tooth fairy from taking it, but still giving me some money for it. I don’t know why or where I heard that from. I am simply setting the scene as it happened. I was laying in bed, lights off, and a flicker of light at the door caught my attention. It was a white-blue light that popped through the keyhole of the door and flickered around, much like an insect, perhaps close to a firefly if they had an awesome blue color instead of the dull white-yellow flash. It moved erratically and it frightened and excited me at the same time. I never really expected to see the tooth fairy and didn’t know what to expect or what they really looked like. I tried to hold still and fake being asleep so it would come closer. And it did, it came to the glass of water and hovered close to me. It had no substance I could see, it was simply light and seemed to be buzzing like electricity. Excitement overcame me and I let out some garbled guttural noise that obviously startled it, since it zipped away through the door. I immediately got up and ran after it, screaming that I saw the tooth fairy and waking up the entire household. They all figured I was a dreaming child and tried to just let me have my moment and calm me down, sending me back to bed.

    Time passed and my mind wandered to what else may actually be real, from the Devil to monsters in the closet or under the bed. I could not figure out at such a young age what I should or shouldn’t believe in. But I did see that my parents were very religious in a Baptist sort of way. Between Cub Scouts, Webelos, and Boy Scouts for the three of us boys, my older brother and younger brother included, and Girl Scouts for my sister, we were being raised with very high expectations of moral and ethical fiber, regardless of how others around us were behaving. Strict parents, plenty of discipline, and a very normal life in general.

    To this day I don’t claim that I understand the Orionid or how he feels or thinks, much less the way they exist. Perhaps the best way to explain them is how it feels to be around them, regardless of the accuracy. There are certain basic things that became clear to me, and many more that only became clear later in life.

    One of the more recent bits of information came after reading the accounts of Kosta Danaos. Where older materials like Carlos Castaneda have also came close to a shared experience that is not just associated with this area of Portland. Basically, that the Orionids and other beings exist here with us, and have a life and an agenda that is very foreign to our own.

    You will note that I refer to the Orionid as “He”. This is because without trying to define it as a child, the feeling was that it was a male being to me. It was powerful, aggressive, rather cold and indifferent, and felt as if it really was just disgusted with human beings in general. The only interaction appeared to be food. Emotional bursts like fear were absorbed immediately and appeared to give it a sense of calm, as if it were satisfied for a moment after a big meal. Over time I learned that any emotion was food, not just fear, but fear was the easiest immediate response he could get from people.

    The appearance of Orionid varied greatly, depending on who was looking at him and why. I always “saw” him as a light or a cloud of lights, blue and white in color, and snapping and jumping around like a cloud of charged particles. When my brother was “attacked” by Orionid one day, he saw him as a cloud of bugs stinging his skin all over his body. As he came running and screaming into the living room, I could see that the lights were all over him, buzzing and zapping, and his terror was feeding him. My father pushed him into a chair and started slapping his face, asking him what drugs he was taking, assuming he must be on this new hippie stuff, LSD. I didn’t know what to say, since I was not on LSD and I could see the lights, not bugs. So I simply remained quiet and in no time the Orionid buzzed away and my brother calmed down. Looking like he had just had some kind of hysterical breakdown.
    What had happened in the house, was that my father had begun to transform the back area into bedrooms and moved the laundry room. So the farthest back room that was the laundry room had become a single bedroom. It is there that Orionid had his main “spot”. My brother complained that there was this monster (Orionid) in that room and didn’t want to stay there any longer, so that room first became my sister’s room.
    She called them “nightmares”, and did not stay long. The bedroom became mine.

    The very first night I was nervous to be in there, after both my older siblings had failed to thrive in there, but I did want a room for myself. I was now 9 years old. As I lay there, the moonlight was enough to keep the room illuminated. There were a number of opaque square glass tiles lining the wall that let in the light. Before seeing anything, I sensed something like a change in air pressure coming from beyond the foot of my bed, towards the back wall to the outside. Beyond that wall there was a large and ancient maple tree and the backyard where in the near future my new friend would show me “home”. As I lay there and felt that change, my fear was increasing, and with it the Orionid appeared as the cloud of moving blue and white flashing light. It came quickly and hovered over the bed, I could feel the force of it. I tried to get out of the bed and run, and it suddenly “grabbed” me in the middle of my back, as if the talons of a large bird had pierced the skin and grabbed my spine. I screamed in terror and reached out for the doorway. The door was open, so I got my hands onto the frame and pulled as hard as I could, tearing myself out of the grip. I bolted down the hallway, turned to the hallway that joined this section of the house to the next, ran up a short set of stairs, and into the kitchen. There I turned and slammed the door behind me. I barely made it to the center of the kitchen and I passed out.

    In the morning, I woke in my bed, in my new room, with the light of the sun illuminating the room as if nothing had happened. I got dressed and headed upstairs. There they were setting up the breakfast table. As I sat down, the sideways glances showed that they were a bit nervous. My mother broke the silence with “So how did you sleep?” I replied, “Just fine.” since I didn’t want to lose my new private space, monster or not, and I was fine with no bruises or marks of any kind. So I just assumed it was a bad dream caused by experiences of the others up to this point. How wrong I was…

    Over the years that followed, I lost track of the interactions between the Orionid and myself, due to the constant and frequent nature of them. The blue light became normal for me, and I soon realized he would show up if I was crying, or happy, or angry, or afraid. Mainly just to have a snack. And in general, he left the rest of the family be. Later in life, my father would be quoted as saying, I suppose that crack in the earth may have been a portal for this creature.
    What I did notice, was how much the Orionid changed accordingly. So when I was afraid, the Orionid was terrifying. When I was happy, he appeared to be more as you would imagine an angel. Other forms were then the smaller version like the tooth fairy experience, or things more mischievous, all of them simply my own way of interpreting this amazing creature.

    Once when I was outside, he drew my attention to the large maple tree in the back. I felt him there, sharing that space with the tree. I wondered if he was a tree spirit, which he later showed me was not true. From what I could determine, a planet in a far away place, Orion’s belt, was landing in pieces on earth over many years, and some of these obviously contain entities from this far away place. They may or may not be immortal, but they are very obviously bound to a particular area for one reason or another. Perhaps that reason being a meteorite? Or as Kosta Danaos has possibly figured out from those with more energy, due to minerals or metals in that spot that they need. I would have thought that this creature was natural to this planet, and very old, had it not been for the parting gift of floating me in that backyard on a summer evening with a clear sky, pointing me to Orion’s belt, and giving me the single idea, “HOME”.

    So next time there are Orionid meteor showers, as we have every year, look up at them and wonder how far they have travelled, and what type of awareness they might have. Travelling for such a long way, they are hungry, and lost, but are aware enough to know where they came from. Your fear will feed them, but so will your love. And how you react to them is how they appear to your limited senses.

    As Kosta Danaos mentioned, these creatures borrow our energy. Suwen (The Book of Plain Questions) says “The five yin-organs of the human body produce five kinds of essential qi, which bring forth joy, anger, grief, worry, and fear.”

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