T. Stokes

Exorcisms and what can go wrong

February 20, 2006 |  0 comments
Image Credit: Some six years ago I had a frantic call from a young woman who had come to me not from one of the spiritual organisations I serve, but from an old colleague in psychology and comparative religious studies. “In retrospect we all have 20/20 vision.” Looking back, I should not have been rushed into the whole thing, I have often wanted to invent “retrospectacles” whereby the wisdom of retrospect would be available from the start. This distressed woman arrived at my door after a frantic phone call, on Halloween day, and she a hospital worker with a name badge on with the name “Helene” told me she was an illegal worker from Nigeria whose real name was Shanni. This is not unusual, in a well publicised case of shoplifting revealed a Londoner was a refugee with 128 different identities and passports, and the recent explosion of different cultures and nationalities has made it difficult for us to keep abreast of the misuse of religious and psychic powers here in Britain. This lady began pouring out in my little front room a textbook case of “kendocki” The debased African Evangelical witchcraft rites now becoming common in Britain’s major cities, the sense of urgency was very real, to act fast. Bushmeat is animal and human carcase parts, I had acted as one of the advisers to Scotland yard in these matters, and watched as a black candidate John Sentamu was chosen as archbishop of York recently, hoping he would speak out to stop the advance of this abominable trade.

This bushmeat is for primitive medicines, black magic and human consumption, in great demand in Britain’s multi racial inner cites as never before, the Houngan or magician hypnotises the person before slaying, to the effect that when dead, the spirit will do his bidding in the twilight world between this world and the next, in the time old way the Egyptians would protect corpses and buildings. This is the true biblical meaning of necromancy or a “Keeper of spirits” Not as some scholars say the way a spiritualist would prepare and sensitise himself to communicate, and this is important.

She told me she was one of this magicians slaves, and she sent him back money, and from time to time she would be compelled either by telephone or telepathy to go to him, and this beautiful intelligent woman with her luxurious hourglass figure said as long as she was to periodically slake his physical appetite she would be safe, from the wrath of the Ngozi. Part of an exorcists training is in first seeing, and particularly feeling into other realms, by many months of eye exercises and concentrated auric strengthening, meditation, concentration and diet, then developing those aspects of a healer that would be used in separating the magician from the victim, largely by means of astral psuedopods.I could sense the magician as a big black spider in the centre of its web, with maybe six other victims magnetically caught in the force.

We both knew that any movement from Shanni or myself, emotional physical or spiritual , would cause the web to tremble bringing death to her, from her keeper or from the unseen hands of one of the hypnotised Ngozi or“undead” . This poor girl said she would risk death to be free, and recklessly I said this was achievable.

I had come up against several magicians, spirit manipulators and controllers in the past, and even when out skilled and outclassed had always won, and gave her strict instructions of what to do and how to sleep that night. But in the Hynogogic and Hypnopompic stages between sleep and wakefulness, In my blessed and psychically fortified bedroom, appeared a large cobra snake poised to strike, then a sudden attack of such ferocity,

I have fought these and other serpents off before, but it was so quick and bit me before I got away. The next few days saw my health and strength dissipating, and a visit from Shanni Told me she could not come again as I could not help, and the magician told her I was to die, and this was a last warning to her, matters were not helped as she went away in abject despair, I saw the magicians mark of a cobra tattooed on her arm, these magicians always mark or brand their goods and she was his property.

Over the next few months I would many times collapse on the floor unable to breathe, with trembling and sickness, my manager at work harassed and bullied me to leave my job. I was variously diagnosed as having asbestosis of the lung, C.O.P.D (Chronic obstructive pulmonary disorder) and something called Weggoners Granulomatosis, all with a life expectancy of around a year. Specialists at the hospital could not agree on my malady, and whatever medication they tried did not work, I have had numerous near death experiences, in one case being revived in casualty, they staff suspected brain damage as I had been out so long, five years on and I cannot move far from a home machine that takes over my breathing for periods in the day, and most of the night, I can only walk a few steps and my expectancy of life is short.

But the worst part, was that the newspapers contained the story of a young African nurse who while disturbed, took a drug overdose and committed suicide by jumping from her window, I was summoned to a committee meeting at the “Interspiritual forum” for a Lucobration- Which is a learned spiritual discourse or interrogation, and told to bring all my awards and certifications, and asked to explain how when in my care, this tragedy could happen .I stood before the committee and had questions barked at me, and it was humiliatingly adduced during the break that I was deemed to be negligent. I was asked to resign and to pass back my awards from my five years as the forums top healer and exorcist, and as I stood before the panel in shame my certificates were torn up in front of me, and the decagonal ten year service cup silver cup returned.

The committee asked me several times why I did not come and ask its help, Why there was so little background information on the written notes, If I was out of my depth, and I did not believe I was, how could this happen ? And why did I not ask for an emergency meeting at any time to find the “Libken” which is the vulnerable sleeping lair of the beast or magician for an all out spiritual assault.

But I did not. In law any healer has what is called a “duty of care” and for whatever reason This young nurse died on my watch.

Suddenly you are no longer invited to lecture or speak, my Christmas cards dropped by more than half, whispers were that I was over the hill, had lost it, and was finished. Even my phone did not ring. I compared this with hospital doctors and General Practitioners whose mistakes kill people every day, and all the time protected by the B.M.A

( British Medical Association ) and thought that I had tumbled from the absolute top to the very bottom. We in Britain could not understand why America treated President Nixon so badly, When all politicians do the same, I remembered his words;

“he who has not stood at the bottom of the valley, cannot appreciate the view from the mountain top”

I am patiently waiting to again see the view from my mountain top.

With retrospect maybe the verdict of the interspiritual forum is right and I was negligent, but I fully believe with the wisdom of retrospect, that even today I would take exactly the same protective measures.

In memory of Shanni Mopurgeau Comments (0)

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