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“Well, we had been planning for a few days on doing some sort of<br />
conjuration. I did all of the reading involved, or everything I thought I<br />
needed. Various books on ritual and sigil magick, the Necronomicon —”<br />
Ken let out a snort that promptly turned into a full laugh.<br />
“I’ve always been somewhat skeptical about the validity of the book,<br />
to say the least,” Alexi caught himself breaking into a smile. “And they<br />
just had to drag Crowley into it somehow. But you can conduct an effective<br />
ritual with an eggplant and a copy of Winnie the Poo. What counts is<br />
congruence, regarding your intention and within the structure of the ceremony<br />
itself, and…will. To build ‘the Necronomicon’ all it takes is some<br />
cursory Sumerian mythology, an understanding of basic Occult science,<br />
any moron who’s read Agrippa and Crowley and understood even one<br />
tenth of the content can construct a moderately convincing—and working—ritual.<br />
It is as valid as any medieval grimoire that you will easily<br />
find. It contains an initiatory process not unlike what I’ve found reading<br />
about Merkevah mysticism, or Crowley’s 30 keys of the Aethyr… I suppose<br />
I forgot one of the first lessons one should remember: never call up<br />
something you cannot put down. That’s applicable in psychology as well<br />
as magick.”<br />
“I just love how off topic you can get sometimes,” Ken muttered.<br />
“I’m even worse than usual, right now. That’s understandable, given<br />
the recent circumstances…”<br />
“Oh Jesus. Before you go on, I need to tell you what I found tonight<br />
on the way home,” Ken said abruptly. “For some reason when you said<br />
‘circumstance’ it reminded me. …Not like that makes any sense. Not like<br />
anything makes any sense. Okay, so get this. I’m just off Egypt Road,<br />
right, when I suddenly see something loom up out of the mist. I slam on<br />
the brakes, and have to compensate a little to keep from flying off the<br />
road or hitting it. I pull up short enough, and there standing in the beams<br />
of my headlights, surrounded in mist like a prop from a horror movie, is<br />
a wooden cage. I immediately leapt out of my car, and put it in my back<br />
seat.”<br />
Alexi laughed. Ken was the only person he knew who would stash a<br />
wooden cage he’d just found in the middle of the road in his back seat.<br />
“…When I got home, about fifteen minutes ago, I brought it up to my<br />
room. Now, understand, this cage is a good four feet tall. It was fun trying<br />
to sneak it by my mother’s room. Inside it was a figure, wrapped in<br />
burlap, hanging from a noose. At first I was really terrified I’d find a<br />
once living… I don’t know, something in there. Animal, baby, who<br />
knows? But it was just newspaper. Written on the top of the cage, in red<br />
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