Ed entered my office holding a copy of the Supernatural Seeker. “Have you seen Larue’s latest story on your island adventures?”
I nodded. Dax covered the story with a flare that left his readers hanging for more. My own series had drawn a nice audience as well, which pleased my editor greatly.
“Of course, you and Dax write from differing points of view. The verbal sparring between competitive journalists. That is working to make your articles all the more appealing to readers. Chicago TV anchors and local radio talk-show hosts are calling to invite the two of you to appear on their programs, separately and together.”
“Yes, I know. And I’ve declined to do the joint interviews.” It would be best for me to avoid Mr. Dax Larue and his charming grin.
“Well, he’s on the phone asking for you again,” said Ed. “Aren’t you answering your cell phone these days? That’s about the tenth call he’s made today. Will you please take this one?”
“Ed, you know very well why I don’t want to talk to him. We’re polar opposites when it comes to what we believe.”
“Yeah, but maybe you can straighten him out.” Ed winked.
I slumped back in my chair. “Only the Holy Spirit can straighten out that man’s thinking.
He shrugged. “True, but He might prefer to work through you.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” I flopped my head down on my desk.
Ed laughed and walked out the door. “Talk to him, Kaytie.”
I’d rather postpone thinking about the issue. I didn’t want to make the decision to close the door on Mr. Dax Larue for good. After all, he had asked me to teach him more about Jesus.
No. It wouldn’t be good for me to do that. I won’t think about it now.
Oh, slap me with molasses and call me a biscuit, as Tex would say. I had to think about it today.
A red light flashed on my phone to indicate a call waiting. I sighed and picked up the receiver.
“Am I speaking to the voodoo vanquishing vixen, Miss Kaytie Flame O’Hara, at last?”
“That’s me. Miss Vanquisher.”
Whatever he wants, you have to tell him no, I ordered myself.
This was the battleground between my flesh and my soul. Do I please myself or my God?
“I’ve been reading your articles,” Dax said. “You’re a very good writer. I especially liked the way you wrote about that prayer in Darcantel’s cabin.”
“Me too. But then I didn’t think you took that part seriously.”
“Come on, Kaytie. I take prayer very seriously. As a matter of fact, I’ve been praying that you’ll be interested in my next assignment. Interested enough to come with me and cover the story. We do a fantastic job together, you and I. Look at the interest we’ve got going for our magazines right now. I bet your readership is up by two hundred percent.”
“Three hundred percent,” I said.
I should have made an excuse to hang up, but he had my reporter’s curiosity aroused. “What kind of story?” I asked.
“Some guy in Missouri claims he saw a UFO over a cow pasture where a few farm animals were mutilated. And get this. He’s described it as a garbage-can shape hanging just above the tree tops. Sound familiar?”
Dax knew very well I wouldn’t pass up the chance to interview a guy who may have seen the exact same thing I saw and later wrote about my sighting. How could I refuse?
Forget about the strong, masculine appeal of the man who would be there to cover the story alongside me.
I would not think about that today.
UFOs? Now that’s another story.
Because readers always want to know . . .
The story of the gypsy who wanted Kaytie to curse God so she could have occult power is based on an actual event in my own grandmother’s life. A fortuneteller tried to see my grandmother’s future, but could not.
“You can have power to tell the future,” she said to my grandmother, who was a young woman at the time.
“What must I do?” she asked.
“You have to curse God.”
Needless to say, my grandmother refused.
The character of Sofronia is a composite of many people who have turned away from seeking thrills or power in all the wrong places and received their healing from God.
The accounts of voodoo rituals are as accurate as possible, taken from eye witness accounts as described in a 1938 book, The French Quarter, an informal history of the New Orleans underworld, by Herbert Asbury, Garden City Publishing Co., Inc., NY.
“Butler the Beast,” and his infamous edict to thwart the women of New Orleans from their insulting practices, is based on history found in the same book.
The interview with Voodoo Priestess Sally Ann Glassman, is from an actual interview posted on the Internet.
New Orleans’ famed historical voodoo queen, Marie Laveau, is surrounded by stories based on myth, legend, and fact. I have attempted to portray her as accurately as possible, but some of the legends were too tempting to ignore.
All information regarding Haitian voodoo and the creation of zombies is taken from Internet sources. Senator Gutman and the Florida nursing home’s story is from Time Inc. Specials, Exploring The Unexplained, 2006, New York, NY.
The scriptures regarding warnings against seeking information from mediums and psychics, consorting with the dead, false prophets, witchcraft, and sorcery are found in the following verses:
Deuteronomy 18: 10, 11, 12.
I Samuel 28:11-16
Acts 8:9; 13:6
Ephesians 6: 10-12
I John 4:1
Revelations 20: 15
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