Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press

speak numerous times about something—let’s say fish, for instance—on
the one hand we are, of course, talking about fish in different contexts.
But, in another sense, we are talking about the same thing: we are, in
fact, relating the other circumstances surrounding that “fish” with each
other. We are weaving the chaos of our lives into meaningful patterns.
There now, do you see?”
Alexi nodded. “I think I changed my mind about the wine, could I
have some?”
Gabrael nodded.
As Alexi reached across the table, his hand accidentally bumped into
Gabrael’s glass, which tumbled end over end, seemingly in slow motion,
before crashing to the ground.
He started. On the phone. I’m on the phone with Ken. None of that
happened.
There was a long pause on both ends.
“Has anything like this…manifestation…happened to you before?”
Ken finally asked.
Manifestation? Oh, the gumby-meets-the-grim-reaper thing that was
coming through my wall. Of course. “Well, yes.” Alexi rolled over on the
bed, and ended up tangling himself in the phone wire.
“We had a seance, a few years ago—” he started.
“We?” Ken asked.
“Yeah, me and a few girls. No one you know, but…” Alexi trailed off
for a moment. “Well, I’ll skip the long explanation; one of the girls got
thrown into a closet. It sounds silly, but it was actually quite amazing to
watch. I think I was probably too frightened at the time to fully appreciate
it, you know?”
“Get on with the story, man,” Ken said.
“Yeah, well. I’m still worked up at what just happened, so bear with
me. And let me get another smoke, all right? After what just happened, I
more than need one.”
“Of course. I’d never get in the way of a man and his free will.”
After setting the ash tray within reach of the phone, Alexi continued.
“She just floated up about two feet off the ground, and then was thrown,
quite violently, into my closet.” The first drag made him lightheaded. He
ignored it and had another.
“Whoa. Go back a little bit. You’re giving me the effect and not the
cause.”
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