look at the window where was standing. She had vermilion smeared across her forehead. Her dark eyes bore into me whereas I was sure she couldn’t see me in this pitch darkness. Then she turned and left. I went back to bed. When I got up in the morning I was burning with fever. It stayed for three days.”
“Did you see her again?”
“Once. Our neighbour’s son had got married two years back but he did not have any interest in begetting children. That was like disaster to them. She told my grandmother that she wanted to visit the Tantrik, she had blind faith in her powers. But she was afraid to go alone and wanted my grandmother to come along. I knew it was the perfect chance to see more. Although they didn’t want me come but eventually they agreed to my wilfulness.
The Tantrik had a hut at the beyond the cremation grounds. My grandmother knew the way, I wondered if she had been here before. The hut was made of mud and was thatched with old and decaying straw. Once we reached there, and before we had called her she came out of her hut.
She looked almost the same. Open hair, vermilion streaks. She spoke very civilly, much to my surprise. She looked at me and smiled knowingly. She had recognized me but she didn’t mention it.
After hearing the problem brought to her, she got up and went inside the hut and brought a bag full of dried flowers. There was jasmine and a kind of dried yellow flower. The smell that came out of the bag and around us was the same smell I got at the party. I can never forget it.
I was wondering what the yellow flower was. As if she read my mind, she said it was Ylang Ylang. She told our neighbour to take only a pinch of these dried flowers and ask her daughter in law to put in an oil lamp before they went to bed. She cautioned against using too much.”
“I like this story. So did it make him horny?” Arthur commented.
“It worked quite well. I later read at the library that these are libido enhancers. Today he has eight children.”
“Wow!” Arthur laughed.
“I later asked my grandmother why people would fear a tantrik so much but also ask for their help. Also, she had seemed so nice, not at all harmful.”
“What did she say?”
“She said that the study and practice of Tantra, by which one becomes a Tantrik is itself, just a subject. It brings to you a lot of occult powers and enhances your senses. You can do magic and cast spells.
But whether it will be for dark practice or white, it is up to the person’s character.
Most Tantriks are likely to put up a show to get people come and donate to them and make them rich.
Some do good to people. Others have darker passions.
Whereas some would just try to increase their knowledge and be closer to the divine.”
“I see”, Arthur crossed his fingers and brooded.
“Why were you looking for it?” Jan asked him.
“I got a message from one of the other vigilantes. He said there is a Tantrik somewhere around here. He is probably making the Bloodsuckers stronger.”
“Here? In the States? Well it sounds improbable, but it isn’t impossible. Anyone can learn this. Imagine a white man trained in this art. He would live here like any of us and we wouldn’t know. ”
“How could a Tantrik make a Bloodsucker stronger?”
“Probably giving them what they feed on. Or by making their hunt easier.”
“How can he do that?”
“I don’t know but Tantriks do create portals and let things in. These beings help them in their tasks and get powerful. It is commonly known that a tantrik can summon or control spirits or such negative energy.
But these things come from the lower dimensions and Earth is of a higher dimension.”
“So they get weak right?” Arthur eyes sparkled. He was seeing through it at last.
“Yes so by instilling negative events it will be easier for them to stay here. War, hatred, lust and fear. Works great.”
“Lust,” Arthur looked at Jan. “If one creates lust in a group by using
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