GHOSTS, DEMONS & OTHER NASTIES
Psychic Battles Fought and Won
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That fateful evening, I had presented a training session on communication skills in Redding, California. I had a 100-mile drive ahead of me. It was late, nearly midnight. I was tired and somewhat preoccupied. My mind barely registered the mechanics of driving. Suddenly, chills slithered up my spine shaking my entire body. Midnight sounds like wind howling through a graveyard rang through my ears. The stench of brimstone assailed my senses. It's amazing how ugly Sulphur can smell. The charged air spoke of something drastic waiting to happen. Suddenly alert, my spiritual consciousness detaches itself, leaving my empty body to pilot the car. I am so glad I had previously practiced this type of purposeful detachment and trust in my body partner. That skill saved my life that night. Behold the vision! “She” appeared. She is the black side of Bast, the beast of the underworld. The force of evil, the ancient demon of Hell is right in front of my eyes. She is ugly. She is powerful. She is very angry. Bast hovers before the windshield, pacing the speed of my car. She has burning red eyes, the color of hot coals in a smoldering campfire. Her pointed ears and long nose accent a ghoulish face. Her upper torso is that of a wicked crone. Her long talons replace fingernails, dirty and bloody. Her lower torso takes the shape of a long “V” that disappears into a curl of smoke. An evil-looking red-black glow backlights her features, adding to my feeling of disgust and revulsion. She is the female counterpart of Satan. (A similar rendition of this demon is on the cover of this book.) Gloriously evil! My client’s image appears. Though her physical body sleeps, her spirit body has been wrenched to the scene of the confrontation by Bast's evil powers. Her soul is a helpless captive of the battle. Bast spits a warning, "Leave her alone, Mortal. She is mine!" A scream splits the air. "Help me!" Tammi (my client) pleads for release. Her screams of agony fill the night. I issue a warning, "You are no longer in control here. Tammi is free of you and your followers. You cannot harm her. Begone!" The wind reaches gale proportions. It engulfs my car, obscuring my body's vision of the road and threatening to blow it into the ditch. Dual awareness continues to monitor my body's physical peril. With a wave of my spirit-body hand, I prepare a swath of clear vision and shielding to provide physical safety to my body as it continues driving down the highway. I gather the force of the Tao, an ancient concept of love's total power flowing through God's hands. I fashion a cloak of protection to sheathe my being. I strengthen and affirm my ties with God. I pray. I shield myself with His blinding light of truth and love. The encounter begins. Now the air is still. A deceptive calm pervades. The energies on both sides build and build – and build! The thunder roars! The forces of good and evil engage in a fight to the finish! Energies leap and thrust, tearing through the Heavens. Blazing fire burns on both sides. The blue fire of good battles the dark flames of the under-world. Demon fire burns. The sky is filled with red fire, dark smoke and a pervasive Evil! Bast is consumed with rage. With a flick of her tail, the Demon engulfs the sacrifice; Tammi. With claws and teeth, she assails the living flame of truth and Tammi’s spiritual body. Her hatred and evil are living beings! Fire-red eyes burn bright. Putrid breath spews forth. Anger and hatred blast away. Twisting and turning in rage, the Demon fights on. Bast strikes out, attempting to dismember me. She encounters resistance in the white light. I grasp her arms and hold her. She screams! She thrusts. She twists away. The white light scorches her skin. She endures searing pain. Her anger escalates. My challenge rings out, "The power of God is stronger than the power of Hell's minions. You cannot win. Yield now." Her reply blasts through my mind. "Never! I am powerful. I am the Goddess of the Underworld. I shall tear you apart!" She leans forward and snaps her teeth at me, seeking flesh. Extending my hand, I detonate a burst of white light that reaches the very depth of her darkness. All of her secrets are revealed. She stands naked in the light. Tammi is released, but not free. Bast is shamed. She runs from the light, only to return more enraged than before. The battle rages for nearly an hour. The car drives forward, guided by my empty body. My spirit-body wages the deadly battle. My wager in this game is high. I risk my own spirit and life, as well as Tammi's. The temperature rises, searing my face. The smell of brimstone still permeates the air and assaults my senses. Dark clouds dance across the sky. But wait! God’s love force IS stronger than evil! The power of God stands as a white pillar of strength amidst the foul stench of Hell. I remain untouched, my protection is strong. The dark forces slowly weaken. Black clouds shade to grey. Grey clouds disappear. Shrieks of anger and frustration pierce the air. Bast is losing her victim. With one last powerful lunge, Bast attempts to wrench Tammi from my iron grip of protection. Claws slash. Teeth rip. The beast's tail swishes through the air like a determined serpent. With all this, she fails. Defeated, she pulls away. Glaring at me, she disappears.
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About the Book
Have you ever been attacked by a demon, confronted a satanic cult, or fought plain evil, or black, magic? Have you ever encountered and helped release earthbound ghosts? What about extraterrestrial aliens or even crime scene intuitive investigations? I have. Many times. In this book, as the title implies, you will discover information about a few stories of my many years of interventions with ghosts, demons, and other nasty beings and situations. These are all true stories of my encounters with paranormal or psychic activities, which caused discomfort and harm to my clients and me. I am a ghost hunter, cult rescuer, exorcist, and warrior priest. Some of the stories are about lost and confused souls. Others are of malevolent beings determined to wreak havoc. One is of a person determined to rid himself of alien intrusions. Not all stories are evil or frightening, but all are rewarding in one way or another. All the stories are true, with names changed to protect innocents.
About the Author
Born into a world different from everyone around her, Laverne has had many experiences far beyond the norm. Her soul calling is to be a Warrior Priest. She helps people build healthy lives and follow their soul’s purpose through a variety of modalities. At the same time, she is a protector and guardian of the planet and its inhabitants. All of this while living a life as a wife, a mom, and many other roles in the mundane world. Laverne has written a variety of things over many decades. Some has been for fun or inspiration. Much has been for her books, classes, conferences, and lectures. A great deal of her technical writing experience was for the public-school system, local to national. Most importantly, Laverne has also always written about the metaphysical and spiritual realms. She has amassed quite a few items in a variety of genres and topics. She has worked in multiple settings throughout her life in both the mundane and esoteric world. As a retired (mostly) teacher, she finally has time and desire to strengthen and expand her holistic and spiritual work. In the mundane world, she has a B.A. with majors in Psychology and Religious studies, and a minor in Philosophy. Prior to that she earned an A.S. in Architectural Design. She also has an M.A. in Curriculum and Instruction focused on Educational Technology, and a Tier I Educational Leadership degree and credential. On top of that, she has a religious PhD in Religious Studies and Psychological Counseling. Learning and applying what is learned through all modalities is the continual pattern of her life.