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< Evenings with the in Dwellers of the World of Spirits (continued from page 10-412) >
I would promise him obedience, he would do the same in all other things.
I resolutely told him that I would not—that had I known he was evil and could escape from the bottle I would not have called him; still he did not leave, and I then felt the place to be insufferable, so oppressive as to be almost suffocating. My eyes seemed to burn, I was getting giddy, and appeared to see instead of the one figure a thousand of all shapes and sizes. I still remained with my hand on the lock; the room became confused and dark for one instant only, than all was light. The evil spirit was gone, and I noticed that every drop of water was gone from the surface of the carpet, and that on the white ground which surrounded the pattern, was a single red spot. Although unnerved whilst the spirit was present, I was not the least so the moment it was gone, and on stooping to pick up the small pieces of bottle, I observed round the red spot a circle containing words. Even then, by an impulse I could not control, I was all on fire to know what those words were, and down on my knees I deciphered with much difficulty, “* * * * returns blood which is too white for a sacrifice.” The red spot rose above the carpet, the words disappeared, and there only remained a little piece of cold congealed blood: this I removed. In an adjoining room I burnt the band which had been round the bottle, threw away the pieces of bottle, and determined to be more cautious in future.
Le Baron Du Potet Hon, F.T.S.
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The Mind is Material
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<Untitled> (Op De Grenzen van Twee Werelden...)
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