The more I write this autobiography, the more comes back. This whole thing with a devil worshipper in France is really disturbing.
He sure was good looking though :) Until I found out what he was. What he did. He was the head of a coven of devil worshippers. Satanists. Now I'm not the most religious person, but I do believe in God. Which means the devil exists, too.
And I know a lot more about the devil than I should.
Guy, the Satanist, was always making deals with the devil. You do this for me, I'll do that for you. He had a group over to my apartment three times, to worship Satan. I could NOT get rid of him. The police were involved.... they threw him out of my place several times, but said if he didn't physically hurt me, there wasn't much they could do.
They'd throw him out, he'd come back. And that's how it went until I met a white psychic, who taught me psychic self defense. And that was the end of Guy and me.
Is he still alive? I researched Guy Fradin in Paris, and saw some important guy. Wasn't him for sure. Could he still be alive, drinking the way he was? Unless he quit, I seriously doubt it.
I'm sure his Satan worshipping family is still at it, in their chateau. Been at it for many years. His father, his father's father and so on.
I saw that chateau, and the markings, the pentagram, under the rug in Guy's room. Looked to be laid out in old blood. No, not kidding. It really happened. Long, long time ago. Late 70's. I was twenty one at the time, and not all that bright, or I wouldn't have gotten myself into that mess.
Well, I did get me into it. But I got me out of it too, thanks to my white psychic friend. And I got a beautiful mink coat out of it too.
A story for another day.
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