T. Stokes

The hounds of hell

May 11, 2006 |  1 comment
Image Credit: It was just weeks after the most traumatic spirit venture that ever involved me, and it was only two blocks away, this closeness in both time and place, frightened and unnerved me, and it was with a degree of trepidation that I went to the address in East London, England. The loneliness of the long distance exorcist is tangible and at times almost overpowering.When a “call out” occurs you have to be ready, psychologically, spiritually and even physically, for anything that may happen.Demonic attacks in the physical are rare, but mental and spiritual attacks are quite common, emotional assaults very common indeed.A hysterical lady had shouted down the phone that there were “Werewolves howling”And that was all that I had to go on.I had with me a large hold all bag for all eventualities, and it was quite heavy.As was my way, I stopped outside and had a good look at the house, and examining all my impressions, took a deep breath to quieten the loud inner voices of anxiety and knocked on the door.Before any internal assessment occurs it is always good to look at the outsides of the building as much knowledge can be gained from what the intelligence services call, “the eyes of the house”That is the windows and doors, even a gutter leak down the buildings side can mean the internal damp and warmth are attractive to certain animals of the lower spirit realm.Most spiritualist churches have a member who can deal with “unsavoury spirits” , and this lot had fallen to me, this can be a controversial aspect of our work , and there is much disagreement on it even among spiritual experts.This call out was not one I relished, the only information I had been given was that the elderly occupant was tormented by what she referred to as “The hounds of hell” with frenzied barking and howling from actually inside her home at night, and I was quite apprehensive. However, a very elderly lady invited me inside and chatted away while making me a cup of tea,And, of all things talked about her grandsons school work.I really felt most comfortable, this is not usual in haunting cases and each time I tried to turn the subject to the scary sounds of the howling dogs she complained of arriving in her room at night , she would tell me of someone in her family always ending with the fact that she had seen no one, not family or friend for months on end.Feeling a sense of frustration over the lack of information I decided to take some of the exorcists equipment from my hold all bag.

Asking again about the howling dogs and the fact she had called me out to deal with this, a vision of Conan Doyles masterpiece, “The hound of the baskervilles” flicked through my mind , the prospect of what the night had to offer chilled me somewhat, and her face took on a most serious look and at last after two hours of listening to her gall bladder operation, her daughters marriage, the wicked man next door who spied on her, and her grandsons schoolwork, and that she never had visitors,She at last offered to show me the room of the “night dogs”This was the room where the dogs howled intermittently at night, but nothing was ever seen.. I felt my stomach muscles tighten and followed her to the kitchen, where she whispered me to remain silent.It was only when she turned on the kitchen tap that I could hear these hounds from hell, it was a low barking sound emitting from the water pipes ! maybe it was relief, but I had to burst out laughing, and she joined in .So it was another cup of tea and some merriment, that was the order of the day, on reflection, I am convinced that she had me out on purpose just for someone to talk to. These hounds from hell was no more than noisy water pipes.So much for my frightening ventures into the local thanatological landscape.I was teased for months at my spiritual centre! It was said my service would be better employed by the R.S.P.C.A with calming errant hounds.If only they all ended like that.![!gad]It was just weeks after the most traumatic spirit venture that ever involved me, and it was only two blocks away, this closeness in both time and place, frightened and unnerved me, and it was with a degree of trepidation that I went to the address in East London, England. The loneliness of the long distance exorcist is tangible and at times almost overpowering.When a “call out” occurs you have to be ready, psychologically, spiritually and even physically, for anything that may happen.Demonic attacks in the physical are rare, but mental and spiritual attacks are quite common, emotional assaults very common indeed.A hysterical lady had shouted down the phone that there were “Werewolves howling”And that was all that I had to go on.I had with me a large hold all bag for all eventualities, and it was quite heavy.As was my way, I stopped outside and had a good look at the house, and examining all my impressions, took a deep breath to quieten the loud inner voices of anxiety and knocked on the door.Before any internal assessment occurs it is always good to look at the outsides of the building as much knowledge can be gained from what the intelligence services call, “the eyes of the house”That is the windows and doors, even a gutter leak down the buildings side can mean the internal damp and warmth are attractive to certain animals of the lower spirit realm.Most spiritualist churches have a member who can deal with “unsavoury spirits” , and this lot had fallen to me, this can be a controversial aspect of our work , and there is much disagreement on it even among spiritual experts.This call out was not one I relished, the only information I had been given was that the elderly occupant was tormented by what she referred to as “The hounds of hell” with frenzied barking and howling from actually inside her home at night, and I was quite apprehensive. However, a very elderly lady invited me inside and chatted away while making me a cup of tea,And, of all things talked about her grandsons school work.I really felt most comfortable, this is not usual in haunting cases and each time I tried to turn the subject to the scary sounds of the howling dogs she complained of arriving in her room at night , she would tell me of someone in her family always ending with the fact that she had seen no one, not family or friend for months on end.Feeling a sense of frustration over the lack of information I decided to take some of the exorcists equipment from my hold all bag.

Asking again about the howling dogs and the fact she had called me out to deal with this, a vision of Conan Doyles masterpiece, “The hound of the baskervilles” flicked through my mind , the prospect of what the night had to offer chilled me somewhat, and her face took on a most serious look and at last after two hours of listening to her gall bladder operation, her daughters marriage, the wicked man next door who spied on her, and her grandsons schoolwork, and that she never had visitors,She at last offered to show me the room of the “night dogs”This was the room where the dogs howled intermittently at night, but nothing was ever seen.. I felt my stomach muscles tighten and followed her to the kitchen, where she whispered me to remain silent.It was only when she turned on the kitchen tap that I could hear these hounds from hell, it was a low barking sound emitting from the water pipes ! maybe it was relief, but I had to burst out laughing, and she joined in .So it was another cup of tea and some merriment, that was the order of the day, on reflection, I am convinced that she had me out on purpose just for someone to talk to. These hounds from hell was no more than noisy water pipes.So much for my frightening ventures into the local thanatological landscape.I was teased for months at my spiritual centre! It was said my service would be better employed by the R.S.P.C.A with calming errant hounds.If only they all ended like that.! Comments (1)

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