Chapter 33

It would take place at different locations and in different forms. After the meeting was declared over by her utmost mariners, an elderly lady with whom my invisible double sat beside smiled at him and told him that an initiate’s first deliverance through their invisible double was an experience to remember.

“What’s your name, by the way?” she asked in a low sweet voice.

“Tamuno, Mr. Tio…how about you, ma'am?”

“Pastor Evelyn Anyaso…please excuse me. I’ve got to see someone; I hope I’ll see you again?”

My invisible double stood there rooted to the spot with his mouth open as he watched her walk toward another female initiate’s invisible double. I walked away toward the pool of ash while they engaged in a tete-a-tete. I sighed while thinking of the Pastor. It was hard to believe that a Pastor or any other Christian leader would be a member of such a diabolical society or any other word or phrase that wou