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nec·ro·man·cy : The practice of supposedly communicating with the spirits of the dead in order to predict the future; Black magic or sorcery; Magic qualities. Bringing up the dead for nefarious reasons.
I was doing a spirit removal in a dicey neighborhood where gangs, crime and drugs happen. If that didn’t make it uncomfortable enough, I found out the ex-boyfriend of this woman, whose house we were in, had gotten out of jail six weeks previous. He apparently was extremely violent with her and to top it all off, was a practicing necromancer. Oh boy. Who knows what kind of spooky crap we were going to find.
The basement of this house had a corner which had some picture that was painted over. It was supposed to be of an occult nature. There was also a picture of Jesus that had some nasty things done to it. Nooses had been found in the eaves of the basement. That is where this man would practice his necromancy.
Ben hooked up the infrared system and had a camera in the basement and in the upstairs hallway. The hallway had some orb activity. I made my way to the basement to pick up on the spirits and see if I could remove them.
Proceeding down the stairs, the energies were very strong. It was negative, heavy and cloying down there. I took a few pictures around the area and then decided to get down to business. Immediately I picked up on a bizarre sight: 2 men and 2 women dressed in office clothing, holding hands and chanting in a circle. They were in their late twenties to their early thirties. The men had on shirts, ties and dress pants, one woman had her hair in a ponytail, a white blouse and black skirt with heels. The other woman had a blouse and pants outfit. It really confused me for a second. I was expecting them to have ceremonial clothing on.
As I was preparing to send them into the light, they broke the circle, still holding hands in a line together. They started moving towards me and their faces became monstrous with snarling and screaming and huge pointed teeth. They didn’t get very far before a higher power reached out and grabbed the hand of the one closest to the light and pulled them in. They were absolutely stunned as they went in.
There were other energies still in the basement. Behind the basement staircase which was an open one, was a male spirit who was scared and was covered in black fur like the Wolf Boys from Mexico. His eyes glowed red. He said he was scared of the 4 spirits. I asked him if he would go into the light and he said yes, he would. I watched him go. Then one more spirit appeared in the opposite corner of the basement, near the laundry machines. She was a very small woman with brown curly hair and a floral dress that looked like it was from the ’60’s. She told me she was a mitochondrial dwarf. I said “Okay” and asked her to go to the light which she did willingly. I know it sounds wild, but take my word for it, all these spirits were actually there in that basement.
I always know when the portal closes because the dark room gets illuminated for a second and there’s a buzzing between my eyes. I assume that is my third eye doing that. Anyway, I went upstairs and told the lady of the house and she confirmed that she did see something “creepy” under the staircase that had red eyes and was very black. She was relieved the other spirits were gone. She had a pagan guardian who cleansed her basement for her after the clearing.
Many, many weeks later, the lady whose house we had cleared phoned and had the necromancer books that her boyfriend had used. We went over and picked them up from her. She understandably didn’t want them around. So I have them on my bookshelf now for reference in case we run into another necromancing nincompoop.
Please; don’t ever bring up the dead to do bad business for you. It will NOT turn out well for you.
So, I’m sitting in the living room, listening to dead people singing Christmas songs written by dead people. Not being flippant or negative, but if you stop to think, the majority of Christmas songs are from the nineteenth and twentieth centuries and the people who wrote them are dead. Bing Crosby and a lot of other crooners are dead.
Our ancestors sat around a fire and listened to stories and people singing stuff that dead people had written also. Okay, not too sure about my segue way into this.
The Winter Solstice is a time to remember our loved ones who are with us and those who have passed. Those who cannot light the Yule Log, have a bonfire in the backyard, or a fire in the hearth; can light a candle and ask the Universe for an abundant 2016 and for Spring to come sooner than later.
(North America, Central America, Europe, Asia, Northern Africa)
Create your own traditions and rituals with the Winter Solstice. Ones that will help you get through the dark, cold winter and take you away from the commercial Christmas buying and pressure. Start with a candle or a drum and photos of family present and past. Honour your dead with memories and stories. This is the time of year that our relatives who have passed on and crossed over will come and visit and watch us enjoy the holiday celebrations.
Take note that in these celebrations, when you are taking pictures with your cell phone or a camera; to consciously ask your loved ones who have passed, to be in the pictures with everyone. And double check your photos to see if you have a glowing orb or two, or some mist-like stuff in the pics. You might even be lucky enough to get part of a figure or head. (e-mail us the pic if you do-we’d love to put it up on here!!!!)
Help a needy family, donate to a deserving charity, feed some animals in your neighbourhood. And have a wonderful Yule/Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa – everything!