I tend to agree with the unaccountable 5% there, too - I once went to a
candomblé ceremony in Salvador... After around an hour of weird
chanting, drumming & dancing - the priestess was a middle-aged woman of
unbelievable anim(al)istic power - I was zombified (an inexpressible
feeling) up to my neck, when the tour guide came in & roughly
interrupted the ceremony to take us to what they thought was a more
touristically acceptable venue, like being torn away from a 2nd century
Gnostic rite to go to a Billy Graham meeting. Otherwise I might have
gone into a foaming trance & ended up as an initiate myself, as a
Salvadorian friend of ours & expert in the field tells me. Fate put me
here, in Crock Valley, instead of slaughtering cocks in Brazil.
Crowley was on drugs all the time, anyone can do that.
Well, I have to go now, time to sacrifice to my orisha. Lots of stray
cats round here...
jaywalker
Robin Hamilton wrote:
>>Nothing happens to the builder, of
>>course, because he doesn't believe in voodoo.
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>I 95% agree but I just *slightly* wonder. Think of Alasteir Crowley.
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