She just turned twenty four when we met. I laid eyes on her across a busy street while the rain softly showered down. Julianne was petite with short cropped black hair and stunning light blue eyes. You could feel them on you when you turned but when you looked, they’d pierce right through till it hit your gut. I crossed the street keeping my gaze steadily on those blue flashers and asked her to join me for coffee. Up close she was even fresher and more radiant; I could barely keep my eyes from wandering to her exquisite breasts and perfectly shaped legs. I was hooked; I just had to have her; and in having to have her is how my journey of initial contact with the spirits started.
After visiting her twice in her roomy loft above an unused warehouse, I already had visions plaguing me of stretching her out on the grand bed in front of the huge North facing window. She knew what I had in mind, I think, but did not let anything to confirm it slip. I just felt that soon we would end up with entwined limbs and passionate embrace upon that bed. It was on my third visit while discussing afterlives and belief systems through a haze of heavy incense, when she asked me to join her on a journey of self-discovery. Obviously I already started tingling but she quickly said that it would be happening the next day, after recognising the look in my eyes. I had no objection against it and told her as much.
The next day we traveled by train out of the city and further with a bus, and were dropped just outside a quaint little farm with some animals, a lot of lush green grass and a big farmhouse with outbuildings. Outside a big lady welcomed us in a little voice but wrinkles around the eyes of much laughter. After initial pleasantries and having a cocktail of some fruit punch, we were ushered into the big renovated barn. Upon entry all were seated on the ground with the big lady just about in the middle, like a mamma readying stories for her flock. The noticeable thing however, was that all were in some semi trance, either with eyes closed or straight staring.
I took my seat, touching Julianne’s leg and committed to do as is natural – close my eyes. After all went quiet my mind started wandering to the possibilities with Julianne, the years of love and laughter we may share, the countless romps on the heavenly bed, when suddenly a deep voice boomed my dreams to smithereens. It was the big lady; she sat with eyes closed and asked if there were any questions for Khatumi. Talking about a mind freak, I didn’t know if the folk around me heard her or just ignored her but I already started looking for an emergency exit. Khatumi apparently was, or is, the spirit this big girl was connected to and could answer questions about life and love through her. I closed my eyes shut, just in case Khatumi had designs on feasting his spiritual attention toward me and tried to keep my leg still against Julianne whilst the havoc in my brain wanted to send me into a fit.
Julianne explained the connection of the spirit to me and reminisced about the countless other times she received such valuable guidance from the spirit. I played along on the train back home, to say that I had “really felt the din of the meeting and would pursue my own master”.
To this day I just don’t feel these things. Maybe I’m too logical, maybe I’m too skeptical, but spirits, ghosts (even the “holy” ones), spooks or any other superficial being just avoid me flat. I feel love for my wife, I have my dogs in high regard and I feel “one” with the birds. I identify hostile intent in people; I have a sense that warns me of imminent situations, I think some words without mouthing them because somehow they get attracted; but the spirit thing eludes me.
Yes, Julianne and I had an evening of wine, organic snacks and spiritual talk before we consummated our affair but I hightailed out of there before Khatumi and I had a rendezvous.