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paranormal magazine and not necessarily make the groundbreaking discoveries that each of us hoped. My co-founders Paul and Wendy would be expecting their first child very soon and would have greater priorities than the group meetings. Eventually I would see less and less of their company. There were a few others that I had hoped would become the group’s new core but their interests wavered once Paul and Wendy’s had. I was almost co-ordinating the group’s occasional meetings single-handed which wasn’t really a problem with this newfound energy buzz I was enjoying. My relationship with the shady Gideon had not lost its conversational high and we would still get together to discuss things. After the meetings, Paul and the pregnant Wendy would hurry off home to their necessary commitments while I would look forward to the mesmerising engagement with an old man whom I still knew nothing about. My enthusiasm was certainly not rational but then neither was this period of time. The relationship was purely conversational and it seemed I had been programmed to feed off of this liaison like an addictive energy. Even that evasiveness about who he was, was no longer a problem. Regularly our topics continued, sometimes for hours: religion, science, magic, secret societies and the secrets of the universe were still covered feverishly. I was learning more about his particular sect and what they did, each meeting must have lured me that bit closer. It was a Masonic group that practiced what sounded to me like woodland solaces or White Magic. Still no name was given, only vagueness, but still I begged to be invited along. In hindsight, it is always easy to know the questions you should have asked; but I was hypnotised, programmed just like the sleeper who dreams of walking into work naked and doesn’t think to question it. Whether Gideon was an actual alien or one of those nature spirits he spoke of masquerading as an old man was impossible to tell, but how would I have had the awareness to ask? It was made to look like I was the one who instigated coming along to his coven. The odd period of time I was experiencing would only be looked upon as a normal albeit vague patch. Being a loner, it was difficult to confirm with anybody how strange those few months really were. Years later, I did briefly catch up with someone who I went to college with around that time who proclaimed to have avoided me then. They insisted that I was always in a daze and suspected I was on something like LSD. Any communication from me was always babble, apparently. Embarrassing but interesting feedback. 62