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Haha, just remembered a moist amusing one...I was quite the little Tolkien fan, and really hung up on wizards and magic generally, and a book-worm...I remember seeing an advert for a book club, maybe Britannia, something like that, and it had this wonderful book with a fucking magic circle on the front, and words like Tetragrammaton, and other really proper sounding magic stuff, by none other than a Mr. Aleister Crowley, called no less than Magick : In Theory and Practice.
Little me had all this wonderful notions of reading said book, and being able to toss fireballs and lightning and shit all over the shop by the end of the week. Dragon riding, invisibility, you know the kind of thing. I had this notion that the book must be a rare old grimoire, little known to anyone, and saw no incongruence at all that it had come to my attentionn by a full colour full page advert in the TV Times.
So, I ordered it from the library. Started reading it, found it very hard going and mostly a quite disappointing load of old cobblers (I was about 9), and left lying around a mates house.
Mates mum was quite a Christian. Quite a literal, old school kind of Christian. She summoned my dear Mum, and we were lectured on the terrible evils I was likely to unleash if I dabbled in such occult terror, much to the bemusement of my mum, who had helped me order it in the first place. |
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