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Recieved: 2003/01/16 06:10
Subject: Re: [k-list] the devil
From: Claressa Ellinger
On 2003/01/16 06:10, Claressa Ellinger posted thus to the K-list:
Greetings Michael,
I had lived in the Portland, Oregon/Vancouver, Washington area for many years. I am familiar with the Christian fundamentalists who live in the area <ick>. Your story made me laugh and giggle. It was good to hear that Faith made it out all right. With your help of course.
I was living in Vancouver, Washington when my Kundalini awoke in 1984.
Those of us on the K-list never know when one of our stories will bring warmth and delight to the others. Even when the subject is titled "the Devil"
Thank you for your story
Claressa
>----- Original Message -----
>From: Michael A. Read
>To: k-list AT_NOSPAM kundalini-gateway.org
>Sent: Wednesday, January 15, 2003 9:17 PM
>Subject: Re: [k-list] the devil
>sure and it can give one the shivers and sweats.
>
>Here's a true story for you. I was there. dum de dum dum de dum dum
>
>The place, Portland, Oregon.
>The people, me, John, and Faith. Guru worshippers.
>The types, honest hick, looney lover, former witch. Roomates and friends.
>The setting, an attic converted into sleeping quarters.
>The time, around two am. Summer of 1973.
>
>There we were. Faith in her nook, John in his corner, and me in my alcove. Snug and sleeping
>the sleep of the joyful. All is well. Then I sense something. Something just outside the house.
>Climbing up the wall.
>
>I sit up, but my body lies still. The walls become transparent and I see it. It is a crackling darkness.It is pure black. Deeper than mines, darker than death. Where it's reality touches this reality sparky energy flashes.
>
>Faith screams! And runs downstairs to the alter.
>
>John sleeps. Well, ok, he did mumble and turn over. Once.
>
>And out of the blue I find myself saying, "Oh, one of those. Hey! They don't belong here."
>With one slight wave of the hand I sent it back to it's own kind where it could be happy.
>Then I went downstairs and told Faith that the thing was gone.
>
>Man, was she ever praying her heart out! Whooie. She told me that she just couldn't resist one more
>little spell.
>
>What I didn't understand was - how did I know that? It just seemed right. Things that looked like they were drawn in comic books shouldn't be running around loose.
>
>Sometime later Faith again found herself in dire straights.
>
>One day as I pulled my red 1949 GMC pickup up in front of that same house, John came bursting out of the door before I could turn the engine off. He told me that he just had a phone call from Faith.
>It seems that she was trapped on a farm about 60 miles away across the Columbia river in Washington state.
>
>The thing was, you see, that John didn't know how to get there. Apparently Faith couldn't tell him. She just said to send Michael Read Right Away!
>
>So I went. Yup, drove right to the place. And it was a good thing I did too. John had said that Faith had gotten mixed up with some fringe group of farming Christian fundamentalists. One's that didn't like witches.
>
>Of course I didn't really think that she would be burned at the stake. But when i pulled the old truck into the farmyard, it was apparent that Faith was indeed in dire trouble. The farmers were gathered in a close bunch and moving in slowly on Faith. They sure didn't look like they were about to make her the next Rose Festival queen.
>
>She threw her bags in the back of the truck, jumped in and we hightailed it out of there.
>
>So, yup, wierd drama dharma happens. The thing is, like my friend Faith would stay, "You gotta be careful what you wish for."
>
>
>ciao,
>
>michael
>
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