Jim had gotten sidetracked; that was for certain. Originally wishing to use the quartz crystal for purposes of tracking the mysterious, crazy, old woman; the blasted text book had apparently flooded his brain with all sorts of occult nonsense. Jim stood in the kitchen on Halloween morning, drinking his first cup of coffee while speculating that the crystal had been “misprogrammed”. Although doing more harm than good, the book was helpful to some degree. Simply the very understanding of programming, misprogramming and deprogramming a crystal had been made possible by the book. And there were exercises that Jim was growing most curious of, such as sitting in the circle of stones with a larger, generator quartz. But the rest of it needed to be forgotten and cleared from his memory.
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