The Exorcism

I’ve been trying to put out a lot of great advice as well as positivity, especially during a time in our world where things are hard. But with this blog, I wanted to share with you what happened over the last two nights.

Let me share with you about my 32-year-old client who I just did an exorcism for. She reached out after a trip to Louisiana in April, where she had gone to walk through old historical graveyards and take in the history. Nothing about the visit seemed unusual at the time, and she never mentioned it when the first messages arrived in July. Between the trip and those messages, a lot had already been shifting on the outside of her life. Relationship troubles had started, arguments within the family grew more frequent, and a string of bad luck settled in. Everything had been going so well for her before. She had seemed to be smiling and moving forward, then things began to slide downhill. She also began taking up partying and heavy drinking, something she had never done before. It was a habit she seemed to pick up from the spirit that had been following her, as it appears he had been an alcoholic in life.

While life throws these kinds of challenges at us at times, and they are not always connected to a possession or a curse, sometimes they are. By the time she wrote, the weight had moved inward. She described a voice that stayed low and insistent, turning thoughts toward self-harm, anger, and ideas she never would have imagined having on her own. The scratches and burned marks came later, but the change in her mind and habits had already begun.

Those messages lined up closely with what I had written about in the “are you cursed” post. She did not go into long detail, but the notes felt like someone asking for help while trying not to sound alarmed. I suggested a spirit evaluation so we could see what was present. When she explained she had used most of her savings on the trip, I gave her a small code she could use when she was ready.

By October the symptoms had grown heavier, and I told her not to wait on payment. We needed to move.

I went out of body while she slept and moved through the atmosphere around her. A few quieter spirits lingered nearby. They were not the main source of the harm, but they still needed to leave. The one I had come for was different. It had settled into her in a way that let it reach both the mind and the body. When I called it out, it answered with anger and foul language, insisting I had no place there. I stayed with the holy name of God and drew pure light through the connection like a magnet. The darkness rose in thin, smoky strands that the light absorbed. It was not a quick release. The spirit pushed back hard, and for a time it felt like two forces pulling in opposite directions. Eventually the attachment broke and the main presence came free.

What I found matched a pattern I have seen in places that still carry old, unresolved history. Near some graveyards the energy of people who once lived under extreme hardship can remain attached to the land, not because they chose to stay, but because the conditions of their lives never fully released them. Their presence feels heavy and worn, as if they still move through motions that never truly ended.

In this case a sharper presence moved among them. It carried a colder form of control, the kind that continues to hold the others in place and draws strength from the dense atmosphere they create. In his earlier years as a slave master he carried a great deal of karma for what he did to these people, and that weight had never fully lifted.

Together they form a closed pattern.

The quieter spirits supply the weight of long-held grief. The stronger one supplies the force that keeps the pattern active. Rooms or spaces that once served as centers of authority can still carry a tighter pressure when that presence draws near.

Clearing something shaped by that kind of history takes more than simply asking what is present to leave. The old energetic contracts have to be cut. The frequency around the person has to be raised high enough for the attached souls to finally feel free to go. And the pathways that allowed the darker overlay to remain must be sealed so the same structure cannot easily reform.

Work of that nature is rarely quick.

It asks for steady light, clear authority, and a willingness to stand in the middle of what has been held for a very long time.

I returned to my own body exhausted. Some of the lesser spirits that had been around her followed the energetic trail and settled outside the protection grid I keep over the room where I do this work. They could not cross it, so they simply waited. I normally hold a grid over the whole house, but with how much energy work I have been doing lately I had narrowed it to the sanctuary itself. I was grateful for that boundary because I had very little left.

The next night (last night 10/19), I was called to help someone with a sudden stomach flu. The moment I pulled the illness out of their body, the same cramping and nausea hit me. While I was trying to transmute that energy into something clean and send it off, I realized there was a rip in the older grid I had placed months ago. The spirit I had removed the night before had used the quieter ones that followed it as a way in. Now there was the lead entity plus several others reinforcing it. My children were asleep in the same space. Adriel kept saying she could see people standing in the room. Alexander woke from a nightmare about a graveyard. I had not spoken a word of any of this to them.

I moved quickly to rebuild the Archangel grid, cleanse the sanctuary and the rest of the house, then turn my attention to the spirit that was directing the rest. It took time to bind it and place it in a contained space on the other side where it could no longer reach anyone here. The original work on the client had taken about an hour. The confrontation that followed, while I was already weak and still finishing the stomach-flu transmutation, stretched into several more hours. After the binding I went back over her to make sure nothing residual remained, then used quantum atomic healing and a spirit-body upgrade to restore what had been drained. I cleansed each of the children, the animals, and the atmosphere itself, then set a fresh grid over the sanctuary and a lighter one across the house, with angelic infusion filling between the layers.

The entity itself appeared as a tall, indistinct figure that shifted between shadow and something closer to a person. The way it moved was sneaky, and his hand sized matched the deep scratches. The burned fingerprint marks seemed to come from moments when it pressed close enough to leave an energetic imprint. It carried the heavy, stagnant feeling that often stays with spirits that have lingered too long among graves, feeding on fear and unfinished emotion.

It was not a powerful demon in the classical sense, but it was stubborn, opportunistic, and willing to use whatever lesser spirits were nearby to keep its hold. Once the contracts were cut and the pathways sealed, the supporting presences no longer had the same force keeping them in place.

I see this kind of mentality showing up more and more in the world right now. Celebrities who seem to lose their footing, people convicted of harming their own families, and others who cannot quite explain how they reached such a dark place. Spirit possession is very real today. That is why I have recommended the Flame of Purification so many times, along with regular healing and strong protection. It is serious, and we need stronger armor than ever.

My client contacted me afterward saying she was feeling so much better. She felt too badly that I had to go through all of that, and then I had offered to do it to help her for my heart, that she’s going to try to set up some kind of donation for giving an even exchange somehow for the work. She knows I’m having a hard time and she certainly needed the help. I’m just glad she’s better.

While the kids and I went through a little something of our own while helping her, we needed to redo our own services anyway. With the fresh grid and cleansing, it really does feel brand new right now. I left that work knowing the land had spoken through the person who visited it. Some of what it carried had been seen. Some of it had only been felt. Either way, the story of those spirits did not end the day the clearing finished. It continues in the quiet places where unfinished lives still wait for the moment the old bindings finally loosen and the light can reach them at last.

With the veil thinning as we move toward the end of October, these kinds of attachments become easier to pick up and harder to ignore. Sharing the experience feels like the right thing to do, both as a reminder to stay aware and as a quiet thank-you for the help that has kept me able to do this work at all.

Now it is on to other services and our Hunter Moon ritual this month.