I apologize for not having written this sooner. But I’m still in deep recovery from what was going on in that house. Not since my very first haunted house (that I lived in) have I ever uncovered activity this bad before. So we last left off with me encountering a nasty force in the client’s home. What we discovered was that it seemed to be an entity that was connected to plagues and death.
It took the form of flies in my dreams. I thought that would be the worst of the infestation. I was wrong.
The Spirit Guide
I entered the world of dreams again. This time I went a little farther. I felt I still wasn’t getting to the heart of the matter. I entered the dream realm by actual sleep. But I only entered at the surface level.
I felt like I had reached the limit I could go by myself. There was some kind of fire wall in there keeping me out. I had to go deeper if I was to confront and remove whatever this was. I decided to lower my protections. To lower the barrier between my mind and the astral realm.
Let something come attack me. My spirits weren’t too happy about that. But they know me only too well. So instead they advised me on how better to prepare for the situation. And for that, I needed a guide.
So there’s a sort of mini forrest nearby. It’s not a forrest by our standards. It’s a park. With a lot of foliage. But there’s a tunnel like grove of trees there.
“There, that park. Find a parking spot and let’s go,”
My new hippie friend was acting as my chauffeur. This was the closest location to the house.
“Bro, no offense, but don’t you witchy types find spirit guides in the glades? This is kinda low rent don’t you think?”
“There’s energy everywhere friend,” I said. “But if we go all the way to the Everglades, we’re not likely to find a guide who is well versed with this area. What we need is someone from here,”
He shook his head. But I wasn’t sure if he understood. Or if he was still skeptical. We walked into the small grove shaded by the trees. Some lady looked at him (looking like he walked out of an Ali Baba and the 40 thieves movie).
For all of you readers, that comment is going to be so ironic and so telling of the future.
And me just randomly carrying a big ass bag with me. And him a huge water container. She probably thought I was his dealer or something. She would be more scandalized if she knew what we had actually come there to do. I took a water bottle and dropped a libation of pure, clean, water.
I asked the grass to guide me to the right tree. The hippie looked at me like I had lost my shit. Which made me chuckle.
“Bare with me,”
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I kept hearing the voices of the grass. Leading me all the way to one specific tree. It looked different than the other trees. In fact I could tell that this must be the last of the trees that must have grown here naturally. The others were a newer and non native species.
“We’re here,”
The hippie didn’t like the tree. I kind of understood, because there was something odd about it. It was all withered and alive somehow. Alive almost the way a human can be. I can’t really explain it.
This is what the tree sort of looked like,
In Yoruba religion, we’re taught that some trees like the Iroko tree have human or non human spirits in them. Spirits that are separate from the trees themselves or even a part of them. Even Gods could live inside of them. Or Gods that are them. Imagine a tree that was also a God.
I mean it makes sense doesn’t it? The Abrahamic God has appeared as a burning Bush. Or a fire in the sky. Or a voice or even a dove coming down as the holy spirit. Gods can be anyone. Be anything.
Iroko was killed by Iku, the Orisha (God) of death. And Iku cast a spell on him, that brought him back to life. As the first Iroko tree. Our Yoruba tree of life. And a brand new Orisha.
That’s why no one in Nigeria goes near that tree or tries to chop it down. It’s spooky. They say you can hear his voice if you get close enough to the tree. And the Iroko Man will come out of the tree and drive you crazy or kill you. This tree did feel odd.
And the truth was, I couldn’t tell if it was alive or dead by looking at it. I just knew that it exuded a kind of power. So I sat with my spine against the trunk and grounded. And then did the meditation my medicine woman taught me. I entered the spirit world.
Gradually the world around me vanished. And I saw a whole grove full of trees that looked just like this one. Only they were younger. More beautiful. I saw the day the city destroyed the grove.
I felt the sadness of this tree. I was in it’s mind. Experiencing its memories. And then heard it speak.
“How dare you enter the spirit with me? You are unworthy just like all your species,”
I felt anger and grief inside this poor tree. So I replied,
“I can’t debate you on that. Because you’re right. Humanity is unworthy. Except maybe those who try to live differently. I’m not here to grovel. I have come to ask you what kind of offerings you like,”
He/she/it seemed confused. As if it was expecting me to try and hurt it or exploit it.
“It’s true that I have come to ask for help. But I am not here to use you against your will. If you don’t want to help me, simply tell me what you like as an offering. And I will give it to you. And then take my leave,”
I felt an odd vibration. Which I assume means the tree was meditating on it. Then I saw images of what I had brought with me for the tree. The tree was looking into my mind. Seeing what I had brought.
It really wanted a drink. So before it could finish, I asked my hippie friend to feed it water. Till I told him to stop.
“Damn this shit is heavy,” he said. “Was it necessary to bring a damn water cooler?”
(I chuckled at that)
“Yes”, I could hear the tree, “It is,”
I could feel the tree illuminate. I had blessed the water before hand. Infused it with energy and holiness. So that not only would the cool water feed the tree. But also it’s spirit.
And in doing so feed the spirits of the trees and soil there. I performed a serious dedication ritual over the water. Stating that whatever was watered with it, would be dedicated to the Gods and their spirits. And also the original indigenous spirits of the land as well. When all was said and done, I could feel the tree spiritually regenerate.
As if burned flesh were being renewed before my eyes.
“Stop,” it said this word with force. With such authority. There was gravity to his command now. It choose the voice of a man to speak this time. Before it was just a myriad of voices. Or perhaps I was hearing it’s guardian spirit.
“Go and feed the others,”
I said to my companion. Though I can’t tell you if that was really me talking or the tree through me. Or some weird hybrid of both. I think I was beginning to annoy the hippie. Not that I blame him. That water cooler was heavy.
He fed all of the trees. I could tell the tree wanted to ask me for the other offerings. But he was kind of embarrassed. He didn’t need to. I had not come to be a leach.
“Brother, I know I annoy you. But do you think you could put the pebbles on every tree. Including this one?”
He said nothing. Just did as I had asked. The pebbles you could get in any dollar store. They’re small bags. Raw stones that people polish down into pebbles.
It’s better than stealing rocks from other places.
I individually cleansed and blessed each bag for a week. And then prayed over them. Asking that whatever God or spirit the trees or places serve, use the stones as avatars. We helped make a tree sanctuary. They would have been happy with the stones themselves. Trees like to be decorated and fussed over.
But this was better. It would allow the spirits and the Gods to transmit whatever help or blessings these trees needed. By acting as the antenna for the divine. As talismans and amulets for them to act. I wanted to bring red mulch as well but I could tell my companion wasn’t in the mood for that.
When it was done, I could feel the divine powers descending from their world. And entering those stones. And simply by being there, the native spirits and the heavenly spirits began to emerge. Meanwhile I prayed outloud. Declaring that as these stones were laid down, this place was now a sanctuary to the Gods.
I could feel the peace there. Though my friend didn’t seem to notice a change. I think he was just tired. I bet he never expected spirituality to be so active lol. I was about to leave the tree behind after saying my goodbyes.
But the tree stopped me.
“You came here to ask for help, tell me what you need,”
Piercing the Veil
He entered my mind. And I felt myself get dizzy. I felt as if he had entered my skull. Going under the scalp itself. Burrowing deeper and deeper into my psyche.
It was a tree root. One massive spiritual tree root. It touched my entire nervous system. Hippie asked me if I was okay. I told him not to pay any attention, just to let me do this.
I felt myself almost falling asleep. But I remained in that level between sleep and waking. Then he stopped abruptly.
“I don’t know why you decided to enter this place. But I will grant you safe passage. Tonight as you rest you will enter the spirit. But you must beware. This won’t work all the way. You need to be on your guard,”
I felt my head bow down in rest and I said,
“Thank you,” and woke up.
“Who were you talking to?” Hippie asked.
“The spirit guide,”
I was tired. That was good. I needed to be tired to enter an exhaust trance. And get to work. I didn’t tell him the spirit guide was the tree.
I wasn’t going to bother telling him that everything is a spirit. We went home and I bathed and cleansed. He made sandwiches for us both. When I finished the cleansing bath, I showered afterwards.
The Rotted Woman
I ate lightly. Then slept on the bed again. Wrapped in a comforter I had brought. I was so tired. I said all of my protective prayers ahead of time.
And put some charms on. I asked my spirits silently in prayer to shield my body while I entered the other side. The hippie came in the room with me.
“What made you change your mind?”
“I think I can handle Casper,”
(Dumbass 🤦♂️)
I think he was skeptical of me after today. After all he witnessed me listening to grass and talking to a tree. Must have thought I was a burnout or something. And that nothing would manifest because it was all in my head. Big mistake.
“At least use some spiritual protection,”
He took out a cross from around his neck. I tried not to smile. Okay brother, if you think that’s enough, then enjoy. “Let’s get go to sleep then,” And kick over a bee’s nest while we’re at it. I thought.
I can’t remember when I fell asleep. Only the vague sensation of leaving my body. The spirits protected my physical form. I took flight into the other world. And I saw the tree.
Actually it was weirder than that.
It looked like a barn inside of the tree. Jesus I thought. This is what the spirit guide really looks like on the other side. This is how big it really is. How much more powerful it is.
It was beyond my power. Beyond my comprehension. We see something on Earth. And we judge it by its size here. By what it can or can’t do in our reality.
Completely unaware of its true power. Of what it truly is. Or what it can do. Compared to this being, I was as insignificant as the minerals in the soil. Probably less than that.
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It was night. And I was being ushered into the tree barn. By a man and a woman. They screamed at me “hurry!”. And I flew into the window.
They sealed the window as fast as they could. Though the window was heavier on the inside. Like iron, so they had trouble forcing it down. They were afraid. And after I looked behind me, I could see why they were so scared.
Shadows. That’s the only thing I could think of.
These things were right behind me. And I couldn’t hear them much less see them or sense them. And somehow they hadn’t reached me either. I had no idea who these two people in my dreams were. If they were spirits, or other dreamers like night workers.
But whoever they were, they protected me. And sealed the window shut. I could hear and feel the pounding on the window. But the iron remained unmoved. Then I felt the tree move.
Not physically but some other way. Almost like it teleported. Or perhaps phased out of existence. And the pounding stopped. I knew that we had departed.
Gone elsewhere else. Looking back now, I think the tree sent these people to me. They kept me shielded. I also think, that this wall of shadow people, was what blocked me from entering the spirit world. They must be the soldiers for whatever the master spirit is.
I remember thinking in the dream. The main theme of these spirits seem to always be plagues and dead things. All of this keeps coming up. The same themes. Decay.
Death. Desolation. How did such a white bread family end up with this? The husband is as spicy as mayo. And the rest of the family was so (seemingly) normal it was painful. Then I remembered how shady the family was.
They clearly hadn’t told me everything.
I remember speaking to several spirits inside the barn. The barn looked like an opera house on the inside. And there were lots of people I spoke to. But I couldn’t remember what it was they had told me. What I knew is that the place was a bunker.
Nothing could get inside. When I finally left, I was teleported out. Or rather it was the tree who left me behind. It felt like it teleported without me. I was somewhere familiar.
Little Havana here in Miami. I saw a tall woman, legs so long that I thought they were stilts at first. Until I saw that she wasn’t falling or losing balance. There was something really weird about them. Disturbing, like the legs were only half created.
She looked like Yemaya. But I was dead wrong. This abomination in front of me was not the Orisha Yemaya. That was just a trick to deceive me. And I fell for it.
This thing was able to send spirits to attack me. The attacks lasted days after this encounter. Later I realized from one of my masters that a portal had been opened. One similar to a Quija board. I had a “dream gate” that allowed things to come to me.
It wasn’t inside of me but outside of my body. I had to be put into a meditative state and allow my friends to cleanse me from the inside out. Close the doorway and banish what was there. I was so pissed. But not as pissed off as this thing was.
Once it tried to come back. And found the door was closed. It took me a few days to finally figure out what had deceived me. But I finally got it. It was a Si’lat.
A female ghul. One of the Shayateen. Jinnis who are demonic. Ghuls are snatchers, spirits who lead you into a trap and then take you. After I broke her connection, she tried to come at me again.
The Hippie had some bad nightmares in that room with me for days. And finally went back to the couch. He couldn’t handle the worst of the attack. I’m surprised he resisted as long as he did. I’m not sure I could have without my backup.
This monster forced me into a nightmare she could control.
In Islam demons are not fallen angels. They’re fallen jinn. Islam teaches that angels don’t have free will. So they can never rebel against God. The Jinn were created from a substance called vril (smokeless fire).
And like humans, they can rebel. Their civilization on Earth was misled by Iblis (Satan). Who was the first evil Jinn. He caused a civil war on Earth when God created humanity and declared Adam a superior creation. So he commanded his other creations to bow before Adam.
As a sign of respect towards his new creation. But neither Iblis nor any of the other jinn were happy with this. They felt betrayed by their maker. Furthermore, Iblis scoffed at the idea that Adam was superior. Stating that Adam was made from clay, and thus inferior.
He claimed their powers alone made them superior to humanity. And so he led a rebellion. He was named Shaytan which comes from Ha-Satan (the adversary) or enemy of God. His followers called themselves the Shayateen (the Satans) in his honor. So he called himself Iblis (The Satan).
The original adversary against God. They led an armed assault against God’s armies. But mighty as they were, they still fell. Angels are naturally stronger than jinn. So they defeated them easily.
Now, not all jinn were Shayateen. But because most of them hadn’t tried to stop Iblis either, God destroyed their civilization. Regular jinn were forced into exile in an alternate earth. The ones who stayed behind, were forced to live in ruins. And other desolate, abandoned places.
Some even live in cemeteries or broken down houses. But the Prophet Muhammad came to the jinn many years later. And preached the Koran to them. So those jinn who were not evil, were given a second chance to enter paradise like humans. And so there are the faithful or good Jinn loyal to God.
And then there are the infidels that serve Iblis. Among the Shayateen, there are a type of demons called Ghuls. The original ghouls actually predate Islam by thousands of years. They were Sumerian, called Gallu, and were all male demons. Lustful.
Constantly wanting to mate with human women. But in Islam, some ghuls are female. I’ve heard some people claim they’re the spirits of dead sex workers. And others who say that they are completely non human in origin.
In the original hadiths, ghuls were not human at all. They were a species of jinn called marids. Who were burned when trying to enter Heaven. They became deformed and insane. And their skins were charred black.
Other people claim that the Jinn can recruit from among humanity.
So the idea they might be dead women may actually be accurate. Some became vampire-like creatures in death. Many being similar to succubi though not always. And while they are sent to feed on the dead, they can and do feed on the living. The Si’la are referred to as “Hags”.
Which also means they’re witch-like demons. Evil witches. Not good witches. And some are so human like that they can pass themselves off as living people. Even marry and bare children.
Obviously, these female demons are very alluring. They’re said to be children of Lilith. When they feed on living people, it’s usually soldiers dying on the battle field. Or refugees crossing borders. Lots of food for them.
And no one the wiser. They have other ways of luring prey. Often exuding a supernatural pheromone. Which only the most righteous people are immune to. This is how they lead men and women to their deaths.
But like all spirits, and especially Lilith’s children, they have great psychic powers. And they can distort perceptions of reality. Jinn good and bad are specialists in this case. So she must have probed my mind. And saw that I’m a Santero.
And took Yemaya’s form to fool me. My Niiji friend who practiced magic, was the one who figured her out. He said she was a strange entity similar to La Llorona or the wailing woman. An entity that died in a river somewhere. And then rose from the dead as this thing.
From the Islamic perspective, she could be both types of creatures at once. As for Muslims, all Supernatural creatures could be considered jinn. And a Llorona could fall into the jinn archetype just fine. Ghuls aren’t mentioned in the Koran. But in the hadiths which are the folkloric tales of Islam.
She paid me a visit. And she wasn’t happy with me.
Do you know what a Yurei looks like? It’s a Japanese vengeance ghost. They look like the girl from the ring. I saw something similar to that. Only she wasn’t Japanese. Right from the start the dream was off.
It was in black and white. I dreamed that I was with the whole family and the neighbor. Even the dog was there. I was sleeping on the couch when the family woke me up. There was a radio broadcast warning people to seal their doors and windows.
And not to let anyone in their homes. Because a strange woman and other people were coming. They were knocking on doors trying to get people to let them in. And I think there was mention of hypnotic powers. They used this to sucker people into opening the doors to let them all in.
And that’s when I heard the knock at the door. No one made a sound. Not even the dog. Everyone was petrified inside. Including me.
They were all freaked. But the 15 year old more than anyone. I tried to bury my feelings and not show I was scared. Though I’m sure I didn’t do a good job of it. I walked gently to the door.
I looked through the peephole. And I saw the shadowy silhouette of a woman.
A brunette. Or at least I think she was a brunette. The truth is her hair could have been any color. But it was so pitch black out there I wouldn’t have been able to know for sure. And I couldn’t tell at first if she were a demon or a ghost or something in between.
She was a half rotting corpse of a woman.
She was beautiful in life. That was obvious from the part that wasn’t rotting. Her lower jaw was either missing or covered in so much blood I couldn’t see it. Couldn’t tell. Or maybe it was the shadow that cloaked her.
Her eyes, if she had any, were as dark and empty as the void of space. She kept talking in this creepy voice trying to get me to let her in. But I wouldn’t. I was able to look through the peephole without putting my feet on the mat. Because somehow she could look inside through the cracks on the door.
And like an idiot I accidentally looked into her eyes. It was as if she were willing me to do it. By planting a suggestion in my head. That I was curious and wanted to see if she could control me. Thoughts I would never think.
My spirit guides spoke in my mind and said
“She can’t enter because of the hearth cross you placed in the kitchen window,”
It’s true. For this family, I made a hearthe cross. I wasn’t sure why I did it. Basically, in Gemma Gary’s book The Black Toad, I learned that the English witches made crosses from whatever was in their kitchen. They would create and bless a special cross to protect against black magic.
Because the hearthe is the center of the home. So if you ward the hearthe, the home is likewise protected. The one I created is stronger. I put the St. Benedict exorcism prayer on it. Even her hypnotism seemed to be weakened to the point of being nullified.
All she could do was make me look into her eyes. But apart from that, she could t force me to open the door. I suddenly woke up. It was pitch black. But otherwise, I was fine.
Now I had to work. I had the strongest feeling that this “woman” or thing, whatever she was, was at the door that night.
My Hippie chaperone said that he was paranoid that night. He covered all the windows and made sure the doors were locked. He had the odd sensation that someone was watching him. And he was afraid of a burglary. I didn’t tell him of the night’s events right away. He clearly thought it was just regular paranoia.
Divination
I won’t bore you with the details. I’m sure I do that already. Bibliomancy is a form of divination that uses books to know answers. Specifically, Bibliomancy is the use of sacred books or spell books. Or books on a spiritual subject matter.
So I did a Hebrew-Catholic ritual. Cleansed and uncrossed myself. And asked for divine revelations. I asked what this abomination was that came to me in my dreams. What I got was this,
When I read that, I got all sorts of strange feelings and visions. Concerning the Succubi. Daughters of Lilith. I asked if I was right concerning that this thing is a Si’lat and not just a normal demon. And I got Isaiah 34.
I won’t quote the whole thing. But long story short, it mentions Adonai being angry with nations. And unleashing his wrath upon them for rebelling against them. Which led me to believe someone in this family had done something bad. But then it talks about how he leaves civilizations in total desolations.
Like cemeteries. What really caught my attention was this part.
It’s said that this part of the Bible (according to Hebrew scholars ) isn’t talking about animals. But demons. The main belief is that when Adonai (or any God or Goddess really) abandons someone, they become forsaken. And evil spirits can haunt them. And in the Bible, demons and even angels can sometimes appear as animals or animal headed humanoids.
Which is a common theme in a lot of middle eastern civilizations. A small note from the Hebrew scholars concerning this text.
The “screech owl” is another name for Lilith herself. Because in ancient Sumer, and even Palestine owls are sacred to her. And she frequently takes this form when she hunts for human blood. I got my confirmation that she’s a ghul from that text. But more importantly, I believe this whole thing was alluding to someone pissing God off.
That someone had purposely invited something dark into the house. And that is why I have been having such a hard time driving this shit away. As I continued the Bibliomancy, they began to give me more details. I’m certain the 15 year girl is responsible somehow. She did something.
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Concerning the ghul and the dream I had, spirits told me that she projected herself into the front door and tried to enter. But couldn’t because of the hearthe cross. That’s when she tried to get my “permission” in the dreams to enter the home. Because if I allowed her entry there, the barrier would have fallen. But my spirits were with me.
I did a targeted banishing with help from some friends. Including a friend who is a dark mage. Well, calling him a “friend” is an overstatement. We’re allies when it’s convenient. He takes cursed objects off my hands.
He likes to use them for his temple. In this case he helped me extract this thing. He wanted to use it as his demonic familiar. His servitor. He astral projected and hunted her down with his animal guide.
Meanwhile I performed a closing ritual. And I reversed whatever was done to bring this shit in. The hippie kept getting his ass kicked for a week. They kept making him break stuff. At first he said it was just coincidence.
But little by little random occurrences stopped being random. At one point he went outside. And the wire fence started to fall apart. Now you probably think oh well it was probably old and not kept in good condition. You’d be wrong.
The husband in the family is a freak about home repair and decor. And this fence like everything, was kept in good condition. And relatively new. And it only broke in the places where this guy was walking. Imagine that he walked from point A all the way down to Z, and as he walked along the fence, it started to unravel.
Finally, the entire thing fell down. I told him not to walk so close to it. Because whatever was on him was tearing shit apart. And he just told me to stop being superstitious. Then his phone screen broke inside his pocket.
And his hand was bloodied from the glass. He hadn’t felt or heard anything pop. That was enough for him to admit something was off. He finally agreed to do a banishing ritual with me. I smudged again, and cleansed with aspersions of holy water.
We also did a physical cleaning of the house. He managed to repair the fence. And after looking at it, admitted there was no reason for it to fall apart like that. I burned the sage on the abalone shell and prayed,
“In the name of the Great Spirit you are hereby forced to leave this man. Leave his body. Leave his soul. Leave his mind. Do not enter his dreams anymore. I command you to depart, go to the foot of the Great Spirit, who is Lord over all,”
It took a while longer for the evil spirit to leave. But when it did, he said he felt a thousand pounds lighter. And the surroundings also felt lighter. He was so tired he didn’t want to take a shower.
“You should, cause bad spirits love it when people and places are dirty,”
That’s all it took. I gave him some lavender oil to bathe in before showering. And when he came out he was in better shape. His personality went back to being nice and chill. He stopped acting like an ass.
Looking back on it, we both agreed he was being influenced. The banishing was fine. So was the reversal. Now we just needed to do an intervention with this family and see what else was needed. And here I end this chapter of the account.
It was long just to write this. Even longer to try and edit it. I apologize for the typos. But just reliving this in my writings is tiring as hell. I’ll come back with the final chapter another day. Take care,
– M
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