CHAPTER VI
COLD TURKEY
| September 23
I pon’tT remember what happened. -I know why.
Basil told me long ago. that the mind only kept count
of material things. So these spiritual events are
recorded in a higher kind of mind of which we are not
conscious until we get accustomed to spiritual life.
So all I can put down is that we Ahad a complete
success.
The Devil, of course, needs a human interpreter if he
is to communicate with this world, and so he took
possession of Peter. He has been preparing Peter to
represent him. He will make Peter pope, and I am to
be in the Vatican disguised, to help him because he
can’t do without me. ,
My own spiritual guide is named Keletiel. She is a
wonderful being, wears peacock blues and greens. She
has white wings like a swan, and carries a sheaf of
many-coloured flowers. She has long, loose, black
curling hair down to her waist. There is a golden band
round her forehead, studded with sapphires, with her
name on it. I can always tell her by this.
There has to be a token, because she changes her
size so much. Sometimes she is a tiny thing, not up to
my knee, and sometimes she is two or three times as
high as the North Tower.
Peter and I are covered with blood. We came out
of the circle before the Devil had gone, and he scratched
us all to pieces. Luckily we got back before he killed
us, but we lost consciousness and woke up a long
while later. That's why we can’t remember what
happened.
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