a minute I did tell him that. After he broke up with his wife and was looking for a new girl. But I still don’t get it; shouldn’t I be learning some sort of white magic, some sort of counter spell?”
“In my opinion there is no such thing as white magic. All magic is tainted by deception. Evil can only be defeated by good. Love, compassion, kindness, these are the forces that destroy evil. One Mother Teresa is worth a million Merlins.”
“Yeah, but Doc, I’m not exactly the Mother Teresa type.”
“On the contrary, you have many character traits in common. You have an obvious disdain for money…”
“That’s lack of money, Doc, LACK not disdain…”
“Don’t quibble. You have an honest mind…”
“Not with girls or government officials—I lie to them all the time; I can’t help myself.”
“Nonsense…but most of all you have compassion, otherwise your friend would not have returned from the grave to protect you.”
“But Doc, this is Hollywood, you can’t expect me to fall in love in Hollywood. Can’t you just give me a magic charm or incantation or something?”
“Absolutely not; it would be far too dangerous. These are Molochians we are dealing with. As I was about to explain to you before you had your experience, Solomon himself, the greatest magician, was lead astray into this abhorrent practice, deceived by the power of his own magic. We might be able to get away with it once, twice at the most, but in the end the astral disturbances created by the counter-spell could be a grave disadvantage. Your friend is leading you on the correct path. Fall in love and base your attraction on feeling and not on appearance; that is the meaning of the bags. Search for a pure heart, not a pretty face.”
I was more confused then ever as I drove back up Sunset. I was uneasy with the prospect of being yanked out of my body at any given moment and shuttled off to view some horrible evil incident. Being compared to Mother Teresa did not sit well with me either; I had too much respect for the woman to be comfortable with the comparison. But the real kicker was this task I’d been given to fall in love with a purehearted girl. It was a little too much like Dorothy being asked to steal the wicked witch’s broomstick. This was the “Me Generation” after all and I was living in the dark underbelly of “Me Town” and without seducing a nun, I didn’t see much hope for this scenario. Driving through Beverly Hills only served to reinforce my conviction that I had been given an insurmountable task. I decided to pay a surprise visit on the Mank, perhaps he had gathered some information by now that would lead me out of this ever-encircling labyrinth. I had bounced like a speeding bullet off the solid wall of the unknown and was spinning out in a direction far away from my intended course.
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