Mysteries of the Supernatural. Darrin W. Owens

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СКАЧАТЬ interesting about this realm is that it is the farthest away from the Creator. It’s an area of rebellion. All beings that choose to turn away from the Divine Light of the Source realm make this their chaotic presence of residence.

      The Divine Light represents truth, liberation, peace, awareness, justice, and all aspects of healing and balance. When I refer to light and dark, I’m not talking about a religious god vs. Satan, even though those are well-formed archetypal symbols. I will not use or accept the religious dogma projected by some of the fundamentalist Christian groups. We all have the great power to choose to be lighthearted or dark-hearted. There are even those that live in the gray area of supernatural and human alike. It’s not good, it’s not bad, and it’s all within the power of choice. Like the yin and yang symbol, within the white side there is a dot of black, and within the black side there is a dot of white. If we look at this symbol as a 3-D image, like a sphere, we can begin to see life and creation as a holistic design rather than just black and white designs. There is a need for both love and fear within the universe, and we learn and grow from both. When it comes to our spiritual natures, we have the divine right to choose what’s healthy and what’s not. Many people who come to me for healing or for an exorcism ritual are able to release their fears and their control issues as they allow a higher vibration to be their guide. I never judge souls on what path they want to take—either way, as I will say repeatedly, all souls will return to the Creator, the Source, at some point. In my own personal belief system, evil is never the way to go. I have seen the results of its hold on a soul and it is not pretty! But, I also know that many people who have experienced possessions and delved into the black arts have evolved out of that darkness. They discover their own power and receive a wider perspective and a deeper view of their own place in the world. Healing can happen for anyone and anything.

      In most of the other realms, the Creator has charged many spiritual beings to reign, but in the Dark Realm there is commonly utter chaos. If there is any ruling factor to this realm, it is the archetypal force we call Satan that permeates and saturates the realm. The Christian mythological story states that Satan, an archangel, was cast out of heaven for not being a team player. Hell—or in my terms, the Dark Realm—was created, and Satan and his legions were cast into it permanently. There are many new age dogmas that consider Satan to be a symbol of man’s ego, or a lower form of consciousness that is selfish and has no desire for spiritual evolution. Lucifer (the shining one) became another name for Satan in Christian theology. According to Jewish studies, Lucifer was cast out of heaven for not bowing down to Adam, who had charge over the earth. In Judaism and Christianity, Satan is represented as a fallen angel, but in Islamic studies, the devil is a djinn (or spiritual creature) and not an angel.

      In folk traditions from Europe, the devil was known as the Old One or Old Split-foot. This persona did not carry the same role that Satan portrayed in Christianity and Judaism. Instead, he was a trickster. The word old has long been related to the devil, originally in respect to his primeval character. In Old English, he was called se ealda (“the old one”). For centuries, English speakers have invented all sorts of fantastic euphemisms for the devil using the word old. Examples include Old Nick, Old Teaser, and Old Thief. Some of the devil’s nicknames are based on the traditional representation of him with horns and cloven hooves, which were initiated by Christians in the Middle Ages. They pictured the devil as an evil figure modeled after the pagan deity, Pan, who was part human and part goat. Those characteristics led to the names Old Hornie and Split-foot. In my view, there is a trickster spirit and the spirit of truth, and we have the fun of choosing which one to work with.

      This chapter deals with the realm of the darkness that can intervene in our lives and create havoc, but note that it’s a two-way street. The Dark Realm can’t come to play if you don’t invite it. It’s like meeting the devil at the crossroads: if you make a deal, your bill will eventually have to be settled, and you are going to wish that you had not sealed the pact. There is always a price to pay when working with the Dark Realm. It’s a tricky area. This realm has its own agenda and intent that has nothing to do with your well-being or profit.

Vengeful Spirits

      Let’s talk about some of the beings that inhabit the Dark Realm. First on the tour are the vengeful spirits. Our friends at Wikipedia (last modified December 4, 2013), define a vengeful spirit like this: “In mythology, and folklore, a vengeful ghost or vengeful spirit is said to be the spirit of a deceased person who returns from the afterlife to seek revenge for a cruel, unnatural, or unjust death. In certain cultures where funerals and burial or cremation ceremonies are important, such vengeful spirits may also be considered as unhappy ghosts of individuals who have not been given a proper funerary rite.” In my work, I have found this definition to be true. Souls that have had prolonged afterlives steeped in anger and resentment tend to become more and more concentrated in negativity. This form reaches far beyond a simple lost soul or a ghost who haunts an old farmhouse. These souls can become concentrated evil. Therefore they reside in the Dark Realm and not in the Paranormal Realm.

      My first encounter with a vengeful spirit occurred when a client contacted me about a disturbance in his household. He and his wife were newly married and were living in a lovely cabin way out in the country. They literally lived a rural life on a small farm equipped with well water and no electricity, and yes, there was even an outhouse. There are many country people who call me when needed due to their trust and my reputation as a local from the Ozarks. No citified psychics for them!

      The husband had been getting scratch marks on him from out of nowhere, and his clothing would be thrown all over the place when they returned from a trip to town. This occurrence happened on several occasions. The last straw happened when my client felt a blow to the head while he was in the kitchen and fell to the floor. No one else was there. His wife was visiting her sister that day in another town. As I drove about twenty miles out into the country on the dirt road, I could see the sun setting over the Ozarks. I had a feeling this was going to be an eventful night, so I had stocked up on holy water, sacred objects, and my special remedies for blessings and spiritual cleansings. I took along my friend Carol, who at that time had been working with me for about five years. We have been working together for twenty years now, so this particular encounter happened some time ago.

      When we arrived, the couple was on the front porch, looking terrified.

      “It’s already started,” he yelled as he walked quickly to the car with the young wife in tow.

      I got out of the car and could feel an energy emanating from the house. It was a wall of tremendous anger. Something was not at all happy that I had shown up. I don’t scare off easily; as a matter of fact, I don’t scare off at all. So this energy was about to mess with the wrong psychic tonight! The challenge was on, so I prayed and invoked my spiritual protectors immediately. Carol usually went with me into the locations for blessings, but on this night, I knew that she was not strong enough to deal with this bad force.

      I told the others to stay outdoors, and as I walked into the house, I noticed it was lit only with kerosene lamps. I normally like the smell of kerosene, as it reminds me of warmth on a winter’s night. On this night, however, the lamps created a perfect setting for a supernatural happening as the shadows played back and forth on the cabin walls. As I stepped across the threshold, a broom fell, or was thrown down, rather, right in front of me. I stepped over it and kept walking around the room. The living room was to my left, so I entered it and walked around, sending out my psychic feelers to locate the origin of the paranormal disturbance. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. There he was. A lost soul who was seething with anger was standing just behind me. I could watch him trying to punch me within my mind’s eyes. He was hitting and slapping, but I felt nothing.

      “Sorry buddy, it won’t work,” I said. “Why don’t you talk to me, and try to calm down.”

      A wedding picture that I was standing next to crashed to the floor. Then, I heard a crash from upstairs. I walked upstairs, СКАЧАТЬ