Christmas in the House of O'Byrne , entity erupts

May 18, 1980



The entity was in a shocked rage. He had been blasted to the outside. This was very wrong. It was never to go outside. The mother had said so. Shape and reshape, that was his job, his existence. He gloried in its repetitions. He wanted to go home. He had to go back inside. He roamed around the outside looking for a way back in. The only entrance was the still spewing hole that had developed when the mountain had flung them out. Others milled around outside as well, none as smart as he. He knew he was more evolved. He worked directly with the fire. There! He spied another entrance into the mountain. He flung himself down inside only to find that he was trapped. It was a trick—a warm blood trick. The mother had said they didn't need to concern themselves with the warm bloods outside.  He couldn't move—hungry, very hungry—lonely, oh so lonely.