And so it was in the year of our lord 2011 that none of us posted any longer at that accursed place. I felt no great sense of loss, save for not being able to read more posts by ra6as and Aristide. It was also my only opportunity to talk about that side of my interests... the mysterious side of life. I had never known anyone with whom I could discuss such things before. At least not for more than a few minutes at a time...
...but I lie. There was one such person.
As a student, a friend and I went up a hill to partake of power plants. We were to meet other friends of his. We met two gentlemen: a jolly rotund one that, under the influence, appeared like a joyous buddha, and an unkempt crusty punk replete with wallet chain and hand-drawn T-shirt that said "Nazi punks fuck off!"
The conversation turned to spooky matters. The round one complained about a ghost in his bed. The skeptic in me kicked in: "That's just sleep paralysis, man!" The punk agreed, "I'm not saying there's no such thing, but that sounds really typical of a sleep paralysis episode." We continued to argue the case together. I was quite taken aback, no one ever agreed with me like that, or knew what the hell I was talking about half the time. Worse, I would make an obscure Douglas Adams reference, and he'd complete the joke. I had never met someone who had even
heard of Beck, we were alternately quoting lines of pseudolyrics.
I'm a driver, I'm a winner
Things are gonna change, I can feel it
We became fast friends. He gave me a photocopied book, painstakingly hand leather bound and made to look exactly like a bible. It was called "Sex, Drugs and Magick: A journey beyond limits". To return the favour, I gave him
A Separate Reality. We started working for his brother, shared digs and talked incessantly about
the world behind the veil...
...and, unfortunately, both developed a devastating narcotics habit. I managed to drag myself out of it, got another job, finished my studies. He was not as lucky. I moved to another city. Last I heard about him, a former colleague told me "I ran into him... he didn't look like himself."
Many years passed. After we all stopped posting at SR, ju4o sent me an email to say that he had started a forum and that Aristide among others was posting there. Unfortunately, I had created that email address for the sole purpose of communication with j4 when we were still at SR, and didn't think I'd use it again after we all left. For some reason, I had to register online for something, and thought of using that address so I wouldn't get my main address spammed up. I thus discovered the message late, and when I got here Mr X had stopped posting. I had a few interesting discussions here, but got the idea that since Mr X stopped posting and with Tosk and Merlin rather scarce, j4 wasn't really interested in maintaining the forum anymore. I gently sneaked out the back door, and thought I had now finally left all that magic stuff behind me.
Until... a few weeks ago, I sat at my computer and something reminded me of my old friend. I wondered what he was up to and, on a whim, typed his name into google. Unfortunately, what I found was his obituary. He had died a year before. I was in shock. He was the closest thing to a brother I had ever had. I felt compelled to contact his brother and give my condolences. I had heard he now worked for a newspaper and tried to find his work email. To access the paper online, I had to register. For some reason I remembered the j4 address, now dormant for two years, and used it to register for the newspaper. I found this:
hello,
are you going to come back to forum 4 mr g ?
mr x.
This was sent 3 days before I saw it. I would never have seen it.