My reaction was a mixture of amusement and curiosity. I never had believed in the devil, so he didn’t feature in my thoughts at all. Basically, I thought it would be a bit of a hoot.
The first circle I went to seemed very civilized. The people were all quite normal – none of them had three heads. They “read” flowers or handkerchiefs, then went into trance and gave messages from “spirit guides”. Someone did a reading for me which I thought was ridiculous, but within a day it proved true, and I was hooked.
At one of those very early meetings someone did a reading and told me that I was “Chosen from birth to take the message of spiritualism to the world.” That touched a chord with that thing that was buzzing around inside me, the sense of destiny which had pursued me for ten years now. This must be it, I thought. This is what I’m called to. So, being a boots-and-all person who never does things by half measure, I very quickly progressed from simply attending the circle to being a speaking and healing medium, and moving in psychic powers. It took over my life, and everybody I knew heard about it.
At the first meeting I went to someone had said to me, “We’re not into levitating furniture and moving it around the room and that sort of thing here, but if you want that there’s a coven down the road you can go to.”
Spiritualism and witchcraft are not the same, but obviously in this group at least there was an understanding that there could be a progression from one to another.
Soaking this stuff in more and more, I was on the point of making that progression…