But can I prevent that from happening? I didn’t reach out to him. He arrived via the séances, and there is no secret to those. Once I asked him how to call upon him, and he spoke of obscure methods perfected by ancient Egyptian mystery schools and by alchemists in the sixteenth century. Would that I could commit them to paper, but I could hardly make sense of the magic of which he spoke. Here is what I know. Or do I know anything? It could be madness. For still, I am not certain that I haven’t indeed lost my mind. How can I, who abhor the superstition and illusion the Church perpetuates, be involved in this black relationship with a spirit? With a specter who offers to bring back the dead in exchange for having his name and reputation restored so that mankind will stop confusing him with the Devil. But are they not one and the same? This is what I know about calling him forth: It must be twilight or evening. It must be either at the séance table or down by the sea. In the last two years he has appeared at seven séances and seven times either near or inside the cave with the fantastic paintings.
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