A man's daughter called her High Priest to come and ritual with her father.  
When the HP arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped   
up on two pillows and an empty chair beside his bed. The HP assumed that   
the old fellow had been informed of his visit. "I guess you were expecting     
me," he said. "No, who are you?" "I'm the HP in your daughter's circle," the   
HP replied. "When I saw the empty chair, I figured you knew I was going to 
show up." "Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man. "Would you mind        
closing the door?" Puzzled, the HP shut the door, "I've never told anyone  
this, not even my daughter," said the man. "But all of my life I have never    
known how to do ritual. At the Sabbats I used to watch the HP talk about     
ritual, but it always went right over my head." "I abandoned any attempt at    
ritual," the old man continued, "until one day about four years ago my best    
friend said to me, 'Joe, ritual is just a simple matter of having a            
conversation with the Goddess. Here's what I suggest. Sit down, place an
empty chair in front of you, and in faith see the Lady on the chair. It's not    
spooky because She tells us, She is with you always. Then just speak to Her  
and listen in the same way you're doing with me right now." "So, I tried it and 
I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day.  
I'm careful, though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd   
either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm." 

The HP was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old guy to continue on the   
journey. Then he did a ritual with him, and returned to his home.  Two nights 
later the daughter called to tell her HP that her daddy had died that afternoon. 
"Did he seem to pass peacefully?" he asked. "Yes, when I left the house 
around two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me one of his corny 
jokes, and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from the store an hour later, 
I found him dead. But there was something strange, in fact, beyond 
strange -- kinda weird. Apparently, just before daddy died, he leaned over 
and rested his head on a chair beside the bed."


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