A True Story
“Why not?! Since I have heard that there are those who can conjure up spirits, why don’t I conjure up my friend’s spirit?! I would just pay a few pounds and then have the chance to find out what is in his mind. Then, when I talk to him, I will be closer to him and he will appreciate me more.
“Today, during the night, I will go to attend one of these sessions. It will cost me only a few pounds, but I will definitely win over his heart”.
These were my thoughts on the day that I witnessed the reality of this practice first hand.
That night I entered the room of conjuration, and in that room I saw some people waiting for spirits that had been called.
A sense of stillness mixed with fright and horror were the main words I would use to describe the ambience there. There were women mixed side by side among the men, with men placed in between the women.
How odious and lustful it was!
According to the organization of the seats, I sat in my chair, and then the conjurer came in and switched off all the lights apart from a single faint red bulb.
He began to mumble obscure words as he looked around with his bulging, magical eyes, that dislocated the hearts of those present because of their horrible appearance. I was about to lose consciousness and cry out in a tremulous voice, but I felt as if my breathing had been suppressed and I began to shake all over. Then, when my turn came, I felt as if a magnet was attracting my gaze to the face of the conjurer who was going to call up my friend’s spirit.
Just as I was experiencing these feelings of dreadful silence, the voice of my friend was heard in the room, saying: “I am X’s spirit! I have come from the other world!”
“Oh my God!! Oh my God!!” What I heard was so shocking that I lost my mind and asked myself: “How could this be? My friend has died without my knowledge!!! How could this have happened?!”
I had left him healthy earlier in the evening. He must have been involved in an accident. Maybe a car had struck him or something else had happened.
So I left the session and went out into the air, running wildly through the streets and breathing heavily, without regard for anything. I headed straight for my friend’s house and knocked on the door in annoyance, in secret blaming his family for not telling me about what had happened to my friend.
“Oh my God!!” It was the second shock that I suffered that night. The person who opened the door to me was my amazed friend, who was surprised at my impolite behaviour in knocking at his door at such a late hour, in the middle of the night.
His voice – the same voice I had heard in the session – spoke to me, saying: “Hey! What is the matter with you?! Have you gone crazy?”
“Surely, yes, I have,” I said, and then I turned back, reproaching myself for believing such swindlers.