Mysteries of the Supernatural. Darrin W. Owens

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      The shouting words of “NO! NO! NO! I hate them! I hate them!” kept ringing through my brain. I knew it would require more than just my usual ghost therapy session to take care of this business. I walked back outside. Everyone was standing around the car looking wide-eyed.

      “What the hell is going on in there?” Carol asked. I could tell she was in full attack mode.

      “Okay, kids, we have a vengeful spirit to deal with. Fasten your seat belts; it’s going to be a bumpy night!” (Yeah, I pulled my inner Bette Davis big-shouldered broad out for effect.)

      I instructed the ensemble to sit in a circle in the middle of the living room. I had Carol cover all the mirrors in the room; nasty spirits have been known to use them as portals of escape. I surrounded our circle with salt—but only partly, like a crescent moon. I wanted to allow space for the spirit to enter our circle and communicate. As you will learn later in this book, ghosts cannot cross a line of salt. Salt is a spiritual protectant. I placed a white candle in the middle of the circle, and we all sat down in chairs.

      Let me mention at this time that spirit contact is a very tricky situation if you do not know what you are doing. Do not try this at home. Unless you have been taught respectful mediumship and know all the tricks of the trade, stay far away from situations like this one. I knew that this case was going to require mediumship as well as casting a circle of power to contact this spirit and draw him in. He was a vengeful spirit, and a house blessing would only fix the problem temporarily. Unlike the presence of a demonic being where I could call forth the Archangel Michael and have it bound, this spirit might be treated the same, but I wanted to make sure to give him a chance to heal his vengefulness. I don’t give demons the time of day—they have to go!

      Usually it’s best to have others of psychic and mediumship training in your spirit circles, but this occasion was a situation of extreme measures. I needed the spiritual intent and power of the couple to help with the process of contact. It was also Carol’s first time, but I knew she was ready to put her training into action if she had to.

      There was only the soft glow of the candle and the kerosene lamps in the room. As we sat down, I began to instruct those in the circle about their jobs. Carol was to keep the prayer book handy in case the spirit became more agitated than normal. The couple was to answer any questions they might have concerning the spirit once he was contacted.

      Vengeful spirits may be very unpredictable, just like any energy from the Dark Realm. Their means are to punish and hurt, and in certain cases, it is for correct justice. Nevertheless, it’s best to communicate with respect and with a sense of authority, and whenever possible, it is preferable to treat the cause and send them on their way to the light. Spirit contact in this case is for the purpose of healing on both sides of the veil.

      This night was not about a slumber party or a realty show, so there was no disrespect in our space. I began to relax and call for my spiritual power and guardians for protection. I invoked a member of the legion of the Archangel Michael to be with us and be on guard in case we needed him. As soon as I gave the signal, Carol’s job was to close the circle with salt immediately after the spirit had entered it. Closing the circle traps the spirit so that we can get the job done.

      I began to use my own method of trance and started the process of invoking the vengeful spirit. I’m not going to give you my formula, and I don’t want anyone to do this practice at home—opening up Pandora’s Box. As I began to breathe deeply, the crashing of pans in the kitchen made the members of the circle jump. Carol, right on cue, kept the prayers going and the intention strong. As the spirit moved closer to the circle, we could feel the temperature drop in the room. Suddenly, a chilly breeze encircled everyone, and I gave the nod for Carol to close the circle. She did, and we had him.

      As some of you know from my last work, I don’t encourage mediumship or spirit contact. Let me clarify this statement. Picture an ordinary man walking into a mental hospital and trying to diagnose and treat mental cases. It’s the same thing in this situation. If you are trained, well versed in the supernatural, and have a high psychic clarity of discernment, then you can work this kind of ritual, but in most cases it is not advisable. Most people see mediumship and spirit contact butchered and commercialized on television shows, and there is no respect as a result. If you don’t have any respect for the spirit world and the supernatural, you are going to be burned.

      When I go into trance, it’s as though my consciousness of Darrin sits off in a corner of my mind and watches everything that’s happening. I told the Creator that if I were to do this work, I wanted to be conscious of everything. I did not want any part of blacking out or not remembering who started chatting through my vocal cords. I also chose to relay the messages I receive from a spirit without having my body taken over by that spirit. Yeah, I have my boundaries, even with the spirits!

      I began to feel myself go under, and I stepped through the veil into the realm in which this vengeful spirit was residing. It was dark, it was creepy, and he was very angry! In my mind, I saw the two of us in a room. It was the living room where the circle was gathered, but only he and I were present. The spirit was a young man in his early twenties. He wore jeans and a red and black checkered shirt.

      “Why are you here?” The spirit shouted. (I made sure to vocalize everything for the team on the other side.)

      “I’m here to help you,” I said calmly.

      “He took her from me!”

      “Who?” I said.

      “Roger, the (bleep) son of a (bleep) took her away. I want him dead. I want him dead!” (Roger was my client.)

      “First of all, who are you?” I asked. Still calm.

      “Bobbie, my name is Bobbie, and why am I here?” He began to cry uncontrollably.

      When I repeated the name Bobbie, I could hear the couple gasp from the other side.

      “I trusted him, and he took her away from me.”

      “Okay, let’s talk about you,” I said. “What happened; do you remember anything? What’s the last thing you remember?”

      The first thing to do with any lost souls is to try to bring back some awareness by pulling them out of their fog. Bobbie stopped crying and became very still, just staring into the darkness.

      “I remember a loud noise; it hurt my ear.” Bobbie pointed to the right side of his head.

      He turned to look at me, and suddenly I began to feel the right side of my face become numb. Carol reported later from the other side that my face actually looked as if I had had a stroke. My face began to droop, and even though it freaked her out, she knew to keep the energy moving without doing anything until I gave a signal.

      From the other side of the veil, I could feel my head pounding and I could not talk.

      I saw Bobbie coming closer and closer to me, and he started trying to take me over. Hell, no! The vengeful spirit was trying to merge with my energy. I managed to give a finger signal, and Carol began a prayer of protection and exorcism. Bobbie was not going to cooperate, and within the darkness of the other side, I saw a wolf jumping from that darkness toward Bobbie. The spirit freaked and fell to his knees. The wolf stood between the spirit and me. This was an odd occurrence even for me, but it was all happening.

      The wolf turned to me as if to say, “Go back to the other side; I got this.”

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