Occult Investigator. Bob Psy.D. Johnson

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СКАЧАТЬ a few moments Silvana raised her head and began to speak. We expected to hear a male voice, that of Norma’s father Miguel who would cross over and speak to us. But we were shocked when Silvana spoke to us in her own voice. She said, “I cannot contact the spirit you seek. The witch Carmen has conducted necromantic blasphemies; the guardians will not allow the tortured one to communicate his true words.” Before we could respond Carmen stood up breaking our circle, and ran out of the front door of the apartment. Norma also stood and yelled for her aunt. “Aunt Carmen, what is wrong? What is the matter?” She turned to me and asked, “I don’t understand what is happening. Why did my aunt leave? What does this all mean? Is my aunt evil? Is she an evil witch?” Norma asked one question after another sobbing pitifully.

      Silvana released herself from her trance and rested her head in her hands. Her blouse was wet with sweat but I noticed that the color was returning to her face. I asked if she was all right and she shook her head up and down as she grasped my wrist. “Robert. I have found our problem. Carmen has done black magic with the dead. She wants to make Miguel her slave on earth. I feel she has chained his spirit to do her bidding.” I was shocked at what Silvana was saying, but it explained Carmen bolting from the room. I wasn’t aware of any Santeria spells that would bind ghosts, but Santeria is a close relative of Voodoun or Voodoo, and the possibility that Carmen was an evil sorceress in disguise – a boko - was surely a possibility. I remembered her mentioning Voodoun in passing during our earlier discussions. I then suspected that Carmen could have conducted a soul spell, or kou nanm to capture Miguel’s spirit, or worse, she could have conducted a voye lamo spell that send dead spirits to inhabit a victim. I asked Silvana to stay at the table because I wanted her to enter her trance state again, this time without Carmen in the room. I asked Norma to indulge us again despite her anxiety explaining that I may have some important answers to her problems. The young girl now exhausted from the ritual could only moan, “Yes, yes. Do what you will.”

      We once again began the ritual, me holding hands with Norma as Silvana crossed over. This time Silvana was more relaxed and in control, but when she began to speak my suspicions were realized. This time her voice was that of Miguel’s, Norma’s departed father. Norma’s entire body shook and once again she began to cry as she heard the voice of her father speaking to us. “That is him! That is my father,” Norma shrieked. To those who have never experienced a legitimate séance, the presence in the room is indescribable. It’s not simply a familiar voice or a shadowy movement. A pressure in the air begins to surround the table and the darkness expands around the participants. This episode was no different – except for the tears. Not Norma’s this time, but the tears of her father. Silvana’s ghostly voice began to speak to Norma directly…Norma stood up at the table, her hands shaking as Silvana spoke. “My little sparrow, I am with you always. But there is bad magic causing me to say and do things that I would never do. I have been the cause of all of your pain. Paul is also a victim. Find it in your heart to forgive him,” the voice within Silvana said. Then the strangest phenomena of the evening occurred. Water…tears, began to fall onto Norma’s outstretched hands, dripping onto the table and glistening in the glow from the candles. There was no leak in the ceiling and her hands were outstretched far from her body to have been become wet by her own tears. Norma’s father’s tears were falling from beyond touching the girl’s skin…and her heart.

      The séance ended and Silvana and I immediately knew we had hit pay dirt. We looked at each other acknowledging what we had just experienced. Norma’s aunt Carmen had manipulated the spirit of Miguel through Voodoun magic and bound him with her power. It explained why none of Carmen’s magic worked to expose Paul’s indiscretions. It was all a front, a diversion to trick Norma. When Miguel’s spirit asked Norma to forgive her husband Paul we reasoned that Carmen had forced Miguel’s spirit to possess Paul and possibly make him become the philandering person that was ruining Norma’s life. Carmen knew that she could control Miguel through Paul. She could indirectly hurt Norma in any way she pleased by using Paul. He could be a cheating husband or he could be a murderer. What could be worse for a father, even a departed one, than to be the tool to cause his child’s pain? Carmen worked her diabolical magic and blackmailed Miguel’s spirit into performing for her. There was only one thing left to do…release Miguel’s soul from Carmen’s Voodoo grip, but it could be dangerous.

      THE EXORCISM

      Because we knew Carmen would not cooperate, claiming we were charlatans and simply out to steal Norma’s money, we had to resort to our own knowledge of voodoo curses and spells to counteract Carmen’s black magic. Fortunately Norma believed we had her best interests at heart and at this point distrusted her aunt. There are a number of ways that a boko can arrest the spirit of the dead, but I decided that we would attempt to release him by reversing the usual and typical methods used by the bokos. Traditionally, the sorcerer will contract or “buy” an evil Voodoo god or Lwa with sacrifices and offerings. This becomes an angajan or engagement for life – a powerful agreement that the sorcerer knows can never be broken voluntarily. The bokos will do almost anything to prevent the pact from being broken. In the case of summoning the dead, the boko will also conjure the assistance of the god Baron Samedi, the expediter of the dead and offer gifts to the saint associated with Samedi. It requires an awesome amount of skill, ceremony and sacrifice to control the dead. I knew we were up against a master magician, and we were well aware that breaking the black spell would be dangerous. Bokos are adept at throwing curses on their enemies in the form of evil spells, charms and even unleashing demonic monsters so we were prepared for the worst.

      The first step in the X-Investigations plan was to contact the Lwa Kafou, the godfather of Voodoo black magic and bind him to our will. We didn’t know what god Carmen made her deal with, but we knew Kafou could influence all other evil entities. If we could control Kafou we could release Miguel’s spirit. We also had to protect Norma. We decided to use the traditional method of protection by creating a gad, a Voodoo charm that Norma could wear during the séance. The gad is usually prepared in the form of a tattoo drawn with the sign of a saint that protects the wearer from evil. It is applied as a paste made from herbal powders bought at local botanicas. I also contacted a professor of anthropology colleague of mine at New York University who was an expert in Haitian Voodoun. I recalled that he had recorded actual Voodoun ritual drumming and I asked if I could borrow the chants to use as a backdrop sound. Using the drums would enhance the ritual setting and help Silvana enter the proper trance state.

      We then headed to St. John’s Cemetery in Queens, New York where Norma’s father Miguel was buried. The cemetery is not easily accessible – especially at midnight. But it’s where we had to go to get the necessary grave dirt required in the ritual to summon Baron Samedi and gain entree to the Lwa Kafou. The only good thing about the evil Lwa is that they can be bought – with gifts and sacrifices. And although they usually require lifelong devotion, the “right price,” usually in the form of giving them information about a boko with whom they already do business, can sway them to do your bidding. Norma agreed that we could reveal that Carmen was a Santeria priestess – a “conflict of interests” for a Voodoun boko and something the Lwa Kafou could use to keep Carmen loyal to him for the rest of her life.

      We managed to enter the cemetery through a bent gate on the main access road on Metropolitan Avenue. Although Norma had given us the exact plot location of Miguel’s grave, finding the spot in such a large cemetery at night with just a flashlight was quite a chore – and a potentially criminal act on top of it all. Silvana was complaining of how cold it was (she always opts to dress sexy rather than warm) - I was more concerned about “disturbing the dead.” But we both agreed that the entire excursion was creepy, and the sooner we got out of there, the better.

      After an hour of misdirection, we finally found Miguel’s grave deep inside of the cemetery’s center plots. Silvana and I cleared the dead plant leaves that covered the headstone and began our work. We dug a small hole at the foot of the headstone. The ground was surprisingly soft for early December in New York City so we were able to dig deep enough to get our ingredients. We had to get СКАЧАТЬ