My mind had always wondered of those we live among, too many times I heard the tales, and even learned the song. For in this world, the mortal world, the land of good and sin, we don’t live alone, but we share the earth with a race of living Jinn.
God created Jinn from fire and from dust created man, mortal souls with subtle bodies, but with a longer life span. Invisible to human eyes, spirits that freely roam, but if they wish with mighty ease assume a shape or form.
To some their called reptilians to others they are called the greys, to many people just shape shifters that dwell in every space. They like the form of scorpion, but prefer the shape of snake, always around day or night especially by the lake.
Just like man they live together in tribes and many clans, some are giants with greater powers and others can barely stand. They are ruled by kings and queens and age beyond our dreams, with magic spells they are controlled to perform human schemes.
They are called upon for protection, or even magic aid, but they’ll seek revenge if things go wrong from every renegade. Possessing the human body and playing with its mind, will surely lead to spiritual abuse and physical pain combined.
I do believe in Jinn and the world of mystery, a world beyond my comprehension in dimensions banned to me. It’s wise to live in peace with any breed or race, it’s only fair to let alone what’s beyond our living space.
- Author: Saleh Ben Saleh (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 18th, 2024 10:46
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