Coffee With Lucifer Knight

Remember that feeling of escaping a toxic situation and believing you’re the victor? Throwing your hands in the air, and giving the almighty shout, after defeating the battle? Out of the blue, further down the road, that moment of relief has been snatched away instantly. Leaving you to crawl up into a bowl of trauma, body falling right back into ache of the wounds and sorrow, that you’ve thought you once conquered. It’s the threat of terror at it’s best. It’s Lucifer himself, once again, trying to destroy your life with prick after prick; until your whole world has been flipped upside down, and you’re left with a million broken pieces in the palms of your hands. Maybe it’s not the devil, but the thing we are much more afraid of, the truth!

This moment itself reveal rather you actually released Excalibur Galgano rock or still have much to learn. Thus hinting, you never picked out the rotten beans from the last time you had coffee with Lucifer. When is it that you will learn? A question we all attend to ask ourselves, all the time!

Monday 02/12/18; 1:30 PM, SMT

Scrolling down my desktop, I looked over and checked on the time, wondered when should I rest my fingertips and devour some nutrition; wanted to keep my steady paste. A shadow then hovered over my monitor, catching my curious eye. An outlander, standing melanin and masculine, with the most beautiful light brown eyes and curly silk hair; pretending to observe whatever may have been behind my head.

“May I have some of your time, sir?” the stranger waved, stepping forward into my personal bubble.

“My apologies, what was that?” I asked, releasing my ears from the portals that disconnected me from this reality.

“I ask, if I may have some of your time ?” he replied.

“Oh yes, of course, please have a sit,” I pointed and offered a seat, “What’s up? What’s going on?”

“Well..” he smiled, trying to catch his breath, “I don’t know where to start, do you live here in Estes?” he added as he pulled out the chair to sit down

“Yes, I do.”

“Do you like living here? How do you feel about Estes Park overall?” he continued.

“Well, yes I do, and I have my personal opinions; may I just ask, where are you getting to?” I skipped ahead in the conversation, looking back and forth at the work that covered my screen.

He then began to get a little more comfortable: unbuttoning his jacket, taking off his scarf, shaking out his hat etc.

“Well, I ask because, okay, I came here from Los Angeles for a detox program; to receive the proper treatment I am in need of. Upon my arrival, I was picked up by the intuition, and a step closer to getting better. Getting myself on the right path. They held me for four days at the program center. I felt nonetheless humiliated and discriminated against; did not feel like I was in a safe haven and given the help I need. I was just released today, which was unexpected, and now I’m not sure what to do.” He took a breath, "I then came here, to the library, hoping to use the computers and figure out what to do next,” he then had taken another breath, while burying his chin into his chest.

“Wow, I’m sorry to hear, that’s a major concern though. Did you feel like you were treated differently due to the complexion of your skin?”I asked, because I just didn’t want to assume.

“Yes, very,” he said intensely, "I honestly feel as though I need to take matters further, like in the courtroom.”

Shuffles in his pocket, presenting a piece of paper.

“Here’s the doctor that treated me. He is the one I would like to meet justice because I believe he is in no position to help anyone. This is not just a case on my hands; this is one for any other ethnic person that finds themselves signing into this institution. I would not suggest ANYONE to go there for help,” he finished, taking long deep breaths.

I set quietly for a moment, trying to process the vested amount of emotions and energy I felt channeling through his pore’s.

“Well, were you able to come up with a plan? Do you know anyone around or in the state?” I asked, while looking over his shoulder and observing the snow sticking to the ground.

He shook his head no, burying his chin once again.

“And what is your name?" trying to catch his eyes, remembering we didn’t actually introduce ourselves.

He stood up, “ Lucifer, Lucifer Knight,” said with a grin that held a million lies and an offered hand; an invitation, to raise hell from beneath the surface of my life.

I leaned in forward to seal the deal, "Well it’s nice to meet you Lucifer, I’m Javon! Javon Banks.”

I stood up to began gathering all of my belongings, "Well my house is not too far from here, we can go there to get warm, and try to figure out a plan for you.” He looked up, blinding the entire library with just a smile, “Are you serious? Wow, thank you so much!”

“Of course, it’s snowing outside, and sure wouldn’t want someone to be stranded or sleeping on the street!” I say leading the way to our exit, entering a mid-season mess.

An engrossing lecture on the walk to my house, as the perfect stranger continued to flatter himself, more and more. Couldn't help but feel like I've known him for centuries. A flashback of a paste life; gut feeling of coincidence had risen from down below. Maybe I was just going crazy, or right where I should've been?

Upon our arrival, I dropped my bags and headed straight to the kitchen. “Are you hungry? When’s the last time you filled your stomach?" I questioned his back, as he set down his stuff, and made himself at home.

“No, it’s been a couple of hours since I’ve last ate, thank you!” he found his way to a seat at the table.

I began to search through the old wooden cabinets, grabbed some rice and beans, as I invited him to join me in prepping our meal. About an hour pasted of playing around in the kitchen, and preparing our plates, we turned off the stove top; headed into my bedroom. After getting comfortable, we then threw on a library rental and chowed down on two appetizing courses. Halfway through the movie, we finished up what was left on our plates, setting them on top of the end table.

I couldn’t help but to think what to do next with the stranger I’ve welcomed into my space. I did not think ahead that far. Stuck between letting him escape the harsh cold night or throwing him back into the streets, and sending him on his way.

Dazed into the screen, as the characters in movies always seemed to know what’s next, I've wondered how come it wasn't so easy for me? Lucifer then caught me off guard.

“Where did you grow up? I grew up in Massachusetts,” he questioned, as he pulled up google maps to show me his childhood house.

“I grew up in Gloucester City, New Jersey,” I answered nervously, questioning my own level of vulnerability at the time.

After fidgeting on Google Maps and taken trips down memory lane, I began to feel a slight shift of the energy in the room. Intensity began to build up, as a line of attraction manifest between the two cosmic beings.

“Just stay on your side!” I kept thinking to myself, as my true intentions had nothing to do with sex, and I didn’t want to give the notion that ‘sex’ was an expectation. From my own experience of couch surfing, I understood that maybe, that’s what he expected. I questioned if anyone has offered him a helping hand in exchange for sexual intercourse before.

An arm, moved closer and closer, once again invading my personal bubble. The cosmic exchange had strengthen in numbers. One touch leading to another. Yes, I have failed myself, and I’ve let my wall of defense be torn down. I've helped ignite the flames of complications. Why did I engage? What was I thinking? A stranger? Lucifer?

God, I have lost my mind?