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The Call - Fifteen The Call - Fifteen energy. And that didn’t feel right to him. In all his many other contacts with spirit guides, he was never physically affected. What bothered him even more was that there had been no communication and no recognizable spirit guide, just an unremembered face and the hand that touched the light stick to his head. For days afterward, Ted was obsessed with trying to understand the experience. He and Marie discussed it repeat- edly, but her explanations did not satisfy him. Deep within, Ted had serious doubts about what had been done to him, and for the first time in years he also felt anger and resent- ment. On several occasions he tried to question Raphael and Sharon, his familiar spirit guides, but they gave him no answers about the event. The only way Ted was able to over- come his depression and anxiety relating to the event was to tell himself the whole thing had been a frightening dream. And that only worked so long as he didn’t let himself think about the hand, the face, and the jolting shock that knocked him into unconsciousness. At night, however, the fear was worse. Ted couldn’t sleep in the dark any more, so he got a night light, but still he was nervous and unable to rest well. He had frequent anxiety attacks, and when he did finally fall asleep, he often woke up again, especially between three and four a.m. In need of help, Ted went to the doctor and was given a prescription for a sleeping aid. It helped minimally, but it also affected his mood, for Ted noticed swings from a jumpy, jittery state to fits of depression. Not long after the episode of the fog in the room, Ted had yet another new experience for which his metaphysical train- ing had not prepared him. A new spirit showed up, or at least he thought it must be a spirit. But it was far stranger than any guides he’d ever heard of or encountered. And once again, it began in the middle of the night. At first, he thought these encounters were also dreams, because of their utter strangeness. As he slept, an entity would appear and take Ted to an unknown location where he was instructed in what the new entity told him were “spiritual truths.” This being called himself “Volmo,” and as Masquerade of Angels 146 Volmo delivered his instructions, Ted felt as if he were in a very altered state. Each morning after a visit from Volmo, Ted awoke with curiosity and tried to recall the spiritual lessons. But he could only remember a small part of Volmo’s teachings, as if much more had been blocked or simply faded away. His lack of recall was bewildering. In the past, spirit messages always came while Ted was fully awake, and he had no trouble hear- ing or remembering them. But with Volmo, it was different. ‘This is really strange stuff,” he told Marie shortly after his first few encounters with Volmo. “This spirit, or whatever Volmo is, just isn’t human. I mean, the way he looks, the shape of his head and everything about him isn’t human.” ih T don’t understand,” Marie said. “What does he look like, en? “He’s tall, really tall,” Ted explained. “When I’m standing beside him, he towers a foot or more over my head, so I reckon he’s six and a half feet tall, maybe seven. And massive. He’s got a strong, powerful body, and it’s dark colored, dull gray or olive-brown.” “T’ve never heard of anyone like that,” Marie said, puz- zled by this new entity. “He seems really friendly and pleasant,” Ted continued, “but to tell you the truth, the way he looks sure scares me. Volmo’s god-awful ugly! His head doesn’t have any hair, and there are bony ridges on the top. His eyes don’t look human, that’s for sure. They’re dark, sort of yellow-gold, and there aren’t any eyelids. But his mouth is the worst part, Marie. It looks like a big fish mouth, with sharp teeth.” ‘What about his hands?” “TI saw them pretty clearly. There are only three or four fingers on each hand, and I think they’re slightly webbed. The hands look claw-like, because he’s got these long, pointed nails on each finger. So what do you think this char- acter is?” “It’s a mystery to me,” Marie admitted. “You say he’s teaching you things. What sort of things?” “Well, don’t laugh,” Ted said, “but last night, when he came and got me out of bed, he taught me how to walk Masquerade of Angels 147