Chapter 15
Piecing the Puzzle
I research historical records, finding eerie parallels between my regression and real events, blurring the line between fact and fiction.
The morning after the regression, I sat at my desk with a cup of cold coffee, staring at the notes I had scribbled during the session. The words danced before my eyes—Marie Leveau, Crowley, the ritual, the veil—but they felt like fragments of a dream I could not quite grasp. I had experienced something profound, something that had shaken the very foundations of my understanding. But was it truth? Or was it a story my mind had woven from the threads of my research, my fears, and my desires?
I needed evidence. Hard, cold, historical evidence.
The New Orleans Public Library had a special collection on Voudou and the occult, and I had spent many afternoons there before, but now I was on a different mission. I needed to find a connection between Marie Leveau and Aleister Crowley that went beyond the fanciful tales of occult enthusiasts. I needed to see if the past life I had experienced—the woman who had stood beside Leveau, who had faced Crowley’s challenge—had any basis in reality.
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