Exorcism Needed, but Fear Remains

I am not sure what it is that scares people more – knowing that something wrong is going on in their life or reaching out to ask for help with it.  Recently I have encountered two different individuals who, upon discussion, really needed my help.  I was available for a discussion, but after they broached the subject quickly backed out – it was fine, everything was fine, they changed their mind, it’s all good.

In cases like this, I don’t press people.  You truly have to be ready to give your permission for this work to take place.  You can say ‘yes’ but think ‘no’ and then my hands are tied.  When the situation involves an outside location that is not owned by anyone in particular, that’s easy.  I can do what I need to do without repercussions.

At the beginning of summer, my younger child noticed an ad for a house for sale that was heavily promoted as haunted.  This is unusual as that usually dampens the ardor for old houses.  We went over and viewed the house from the street and knew right away that it was not haunted.  The house had a number of things going on, from a tainted energy well to several mid to high level demons feeding off the well, to just a number of random low level detritus lurking, but there were no discarnates – no ghosts – around.

This place was, in a word, a mess.  These kinds of situations are easy peasy for me to fix, but the true concern was that the realtor had already posted an update that some people who were “amateur ghost busters” were already in the process of purchasing the house without having seen it.

I have met many “amateur” and many “professional” ghost busters and mediums who think they know how to do what I do.  And they don’t.  I am not bragging when I say I was born to do this – for I was designed for this work very specifically.  I don’t have many talents in this world, but I have never met anyone who can do what I do.  And I have a number of shamans who refer out to me, so path of spirituality does not mean anything.

So what to do?  The house looked as if it had been foreclosed upon, the realtor obviously just wanted to dump it as fast as possible, and anyone who actually walked onto the property were going to be munched up faster than an unsupervised child eating chocolate.

My ethical process is usually very black and white, and this time it did not fail.  I pulled up to the curb, parked my vehicle, and cleared the space as thoroughly as I could.  I cleared the tainted well, transmuted out the demons and rounded up the detritus and raised the vibration of the space so that anyone who goes onto the property won’t end up possessed immediately.

More than that, I could not do without proper authorization from the realtor.  I can go into environments and clear situations to save people from that which they don’t understand, but I cannot save them from themselves and their own choices made in fear or ignorance.

Which leads me back to the day’s sadness.  I would have liked to talk with Nikki more, to find out about her grandfather and his situation and see if I could help bring him peace. I enjoy helping people whenever I can and usually will do all I can for whatever price is fair.  It is not about money to me, nor is it about fame for I am incredibly discreet.  For me, this is my path, this is my life of Service, and I do what I can, when I can, wherever I can, for whomever I can.

Regardless of what Hollywood likes to promote, this line of Work is not financially prosperous.  Many people who are drawn to it are drawn to the Hollywood version of ghosts, such as The Sixth Sense, where they will help someone save the day, rectify the wrong, and then will be able to sell the story and make lots of money because they were in the right place at the right time.

I have dozens and dozens of stories.  I don’t sell them, I share them briefly as needed with the individuals who hired me, and when I am done I am not just sending “something” off to the Light.  It’s gone.  It won’t come back and whatever drew it to you or your place is going to be fixed to not have that happen again.

So Nikki, email me.  Let me help your grandfather so the end of his time here is peaceful and not beleaguered.   Let’s make your last memories of him happy and leave you at peace as well.

The Joy of Being an Exorcist

I just completed teaching a Reiki 1 course this last weekend and it is one of the joy’s I get to experience in my life path.  I am fortunate that I have multiple ways to help individuals release, heal, and grow during their lifetime and while it is hard for others to see, my gifts and my paths are intertwined with doing that while developing along my own spiritual path.

The work I do with Michael, whether you want to label me an exorcist or any other word, is exciting and fulfilling for me.  When I encounter those who do not have any experience with this line of reality they always follow the same process towards acceptance of this aspect of my life.  Or, there is that percentage of people who do not accept it and then they fall within one of two camps.

I do not hide what I do within the circles I frequent – it is a part of me and I cannot deny it any more than the average person can deny the color of their eyes.  I don’t flaunt it because I am sensitive to others’ discomfort, and when people do reach a point of rationalizing it in their minds they usually ask questions, ranging from intriguing to outright ridiculous.

My greatest enmity has and continues to be “reality” shows and Hollywood that purport to put out valid and credible information regarding ghosts, hauntings, demons, and possessions.  The second is people who have no hesitation to use their children and/or loved ones in dangerous situations so they can attempt to garner their 15 minutes of fame because they are either too stupid or too selfish to understand the true danger these individuals could experience if there are demons or discarnates present.

The third are religions that have no knowledge based upon reality yet seem to think they are the authorities of the matter because over the centuries the valid ones who did were eliminated by said religious organizations.

I am the type of teacher who loves to have interactions with my students during the class period.  PLEASE ask your questions when you have them, I tell every class, because then not only do I know you are listening but you are also then relating the information I am sharing with you to your own life.

I was designed a particular way, with particular spiritual/psychic gifts, and with a particular personality.  I am not scared when someone is experiencing a full body possession; I am not scared by creepy noises or lights going on and off by themselves.  I live for those moments because they are fun to me; in the beginning they would challenge my abilities and I would grow.  Now, while they don’t challenge me as they did, they are still fulfilling because that is my path in life.

So – for the questioners out there, email me.  I don’t shame anyone for their questions and for those out there who are afraid, email me.  I will help everyone and anyone as best able.  I would rather people contact me directly instead of reaching out to the local paranormal pretender so that I can give valid advice on steps to take instead of you getting hurt by someone stupid telling you to do something stupid.

Stupid, yes.  Not ignorant but stupid – someone who displays a great lack of intelligence or common sense, and in this case that lack is regarding demons and discarnates and their abilities.  The reality I live in is not Hollywood, it is not a place where you can yell “cut” and someone can rush in and make a change or shift their body and then you continue to play act.  I deal with real lives and I help real people get through traumatic experiences in their lives.

But if you set up a situation because you wanted attention and now your child is paying the price for it, I will bitch slap you upside the back of your head.  Just saying…

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The People in the Closet

When I reached the age of 5, my mother would pull my curtains closed, make sure all the lights were off, and as soon as I had settled into bed with whatever snack she deemed appropriate (carrots, celery, etc.) designed to keep me quiet for a little while, she would shut the door to, leaving a tiny crack where I could hear their voices chatting and laughing or the sound of the TV playing in the background.  Little light filtered its way through the turn of the hallway into the bedroom I shared with my older sisters and I remember often feeling sad and hurt, from being disposed of in such a manner.

I don’t remember the exact date when I started knowing they were there, but I know I was between 5 and 6 years old.  I remember the bedrooms so clearly; my father custom built our home over the years and the bedrooms were large with large, double deep closets.  One night it started; my closets filled up with people who were all staring at me.  I would feel them and see them in my mind when I closed my eyes.  I knew they were longing for something, but I was unaware of what they were wanting. They were not disfigured or horrifically wounded, rather they were just perfectly normal – except they were all staring at me, crammed into the closets.  Some nights there would only be about 20 but other nights it seemed as if there were a great many more.  Some nights they would just stand in the closet, but on other nights one or two would creep around to kneel at my bedside with their head level to mine and just stare at me.  I was always careful to be fully covered by the blankets for I was afraid of what would happen if I they reached out to touch me.

Eventually, I would yell for my mother to come into the room.  I would babble that the people in the closet were staring at me and would not stop and she would just stare at me. Most nights she would check the curtains were pulled tight (they always were) and say that I was silly and that it was just the light from the kitchen causing the handles on the closets to twinkle, so she would then shut the door completely so I was surrounded by darkness.

This routine continued until I was around 7 years old – I stopped noticing them at that point, but now I know I blocked them out of my vision.Archangel Michael explained to me during one conversation that even as a small child my connection to him vibrated strongly into the ether, so discarnates (dead people) would flock to me hoping that I would be able to help them leave this plane of existence.  As an adult that provided some small amount of comfort that they were not just trying to tortured me by standing and staring at me all night.

In 2001, I discovered my elder daughter at 9 years of age tying things around her closet door knobs to keep them shut, and realized that like me they also could see dead people. At that point I began to teach my children to protect themselves, but that soon grew to teaching others who also could see and feel them.

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The Paranormal, Hauntings, Possessions, and Other Things

It is inevitable that either my students or clients ask me about various hauntings I have dealt with over the years.  I have had some amazing adventures throughout my life and I do hate to think that I have not yet written about some of them.  Some of them were excellent learning opportunities and some of them were merely annoyances, but overall I think dealing with “haunted” environments is my favorite thing to do, with the exception of full body possessions – those are my absolute favorite thing.

For many years I have joked (well, not joked really) that if I ever won a ridiculous amount of money in a lottery or some such game that I would find an old asylum somewhere to document, clear, and then fix up – maybe as a retreat or a hotel or something…which I would then hire someone to run for me while I went off to find the next fun place to clear.  I have received pretty much the same statement from my children and several students, “What?  Are you crazy?” and the answer is simply that I love a valid haunted house/environment.  Too many times over the years I have been disappointed many times when a place purported to be haunted really was not.  C’est la vie!

The pages attached to this page are going to be information along with stories of my adventures dealing with hauntings and possessions and other things that go bump in the night.  I would like to caution you though – this is not Hollywood, so some people might find the stories a bit boring and definitely with a LOT less blood shed!  Such is real life. Now and then I read some of my peers’ notes and stories and I have to laugh at the drama presented.  Some of their stories sound as if they are trying to pitch their story to Hollywood instead of trying to do the Work.

And for those reading this, I am always looking for the next haunted house to fill me with joy and hopefully provide a challenge!  So if you have a place needing clearing in the US mid-West, particularly the Illinois, Wisconsin, and Indiana areas, send me an email!  I am always up for a road trip, I do so love the work, and my fees are pretty reasonable when food and lodging are supplied!  🙂  If your place falls outside of the mid-West, contact me and we will see what financial arrangements we can work out.

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