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Authors: Mike Crowson

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There didn't seem to Millicent to be anything
unreasonable in the pledge she had given, or anything with which
she could have the least difficulty. She remembered reading
somewhere that Alistair Crowley wrote that 'They swore me to
secrecy with terrible oaths and then taught me the Hebrew
alphabet". Was that just an excuse to himself? There were no
terrible oaths here just a pledge of fidelity to things which were
reasonable and high-minded. Her thoughts were interrupted by the
voice of the Initiator."

"Arise, Neophyte of the Order."

Millicent got to her feet.

"What do you seek?"

"Answer Light", whispered the guide.

"Light!" Millicent repeated.

"The path is long, but the dawn is breaking in the
East. Let the neophyte see the first light of dawn."

The guide released her arm and Millicent felt
somebody unfasten the blindfold.

It was dimly lit in the hall. Several candles gave an
illumination and two larger flames, in sconces high in the walls,
gave some light. The temple room or hall (or whatever its proper
name) was not as vast as she had thought while blindfolded. At each
side of the hall, midway along the wall, there was a robed figure
with a different coloured robe beneath a plain black cloak, seated
behind a small table on which was a lamp. On a dais at one end,
behind what she assumed was the initiator, for she recognised
Judith, there were three additional figures, austere and remote,
one of which was Tobias N'Dibe. In all there were perhaps a 15 or
so people present. Millicent wondered who had paid for all
this.

N'Dibe stepped forward slightly and said: "Inheritor
of a dying world, we call thee to the living beauty. Wanderer in
the wild darkness, we call thee to the gentle light. Long hast thou
dwelt in darkness - quit the Night and seek the Day! Follow your
conductor and step out onto the path that leads to light."

With that the ceremony continued with more
perambulation; walking slowly along a path which was in her own
mind, but real nevertheless, like the path along which N'Dibe had
led her in the remote viewing session. Remote viewing! It was only
four days previously, but it now seemed very remote indeed.

Part of Millicent knew that she had hardly started
the difficult task of controlling her own psychism and of releasing
the personal demons that had driven her ever since the death of
Carlos. Before that probably. The threats which had forced the
family to leave Belfast, the hatred of her kin towards a mixed
marriage, mixed in more senses than one, had hounded her mother to
death. For the first time she recognised that Carlos had provided
no more than a brief but beautiful respite from what lurked below
the surface of her soul.

"You cannot pass unless you know my name, a robed
figure with a black banner was saying,"

"Your name is Darkness," said the Conductor.

"Pass, Seeker of the Light. Pass, for it is
morning."

Nevertheless, another part of her reached to great
heights and knew that she could find her answers and her peace,
control her insights and her visions and bring out the powers
within her soul. This might not be, to quote Churchill in
circumstances of which he might well have disapproved, the
beginning of the end, but it was certainly the end of the
beginning.

Mike Crowson – Former
teacher, former Secretary of the Green Party in its early days - is
an Occult and Esoteric Consultant, offering free and unconditional
help for those in genuinely occult or psychic difficulties, based
on some 40 years of study and research. He is a Mason, a
Rosicrucian and an Adept of the Western Mysteries, and can be found
and contacted at:
http://www.mikecrowson.co.uk

His books
include:

Witchmoor Edge
Series
:

Witchmoor Edge

On Edge

Outside Edge

Over the Edge

Edgeways On

Female of the Species
(Short Stories)

All are (or will shortly)
be available as ebooks through Smashword)

Occult Novels:

The Rings of
Poseidon

Only the
Darkness