How to Wage an Occult War

A couple years ago, while on a trip to Montreal, I was smashed by an unseen assailant into the cold wintry icy cement. Sliding some 12 feet away and lying half in the gutter, with light snow flakes falling onto a ground with trickles of water sliding along a thin layer of ice, I was completely immobilized, lying in pretty intense pain under a black Hummer. As I discussed the attack with a