This is audio about theme spirit attachment, partly possession of people and then The Spirit Releasement. Book Freeing the Captives, of 
Louise Ireland-Frey, 
First a 
summary of some of her book:
Freeing the Captives.

Here is an overview of the specific methods and examples that Doctor  Louise Ireland-Frey presents in Freeing the Captives.

The Spirit Releasement Therapy (SRT) Process.
Unlike traditional exorcism, which is often confrontational, Ireland-Frey describes a methodology based on hypnosis and compassion. The process typically follows these steps:

Detection: The therapist uses hypnosis to put the patient into a deep trance state. This involves looking for signs of "attachments" using techniques such as finger signaling (unconscious finger movements) or direct visual descriptions from the patient.

Identification: The therapist communicates with the entity, often through the patient's own voice. The goal is to understand who the spirit is, why it is there, and whether it is even aware that it is dead.
Education and Conviction: Many spirits are described as "lost" or confused. The therapist explains the situation and convinces the spirit that it has a better place to go - often described as "the Light".
Release: With the help of what Ireland-Frey calls "spirit guides" or beings of light, the entity is helped onward, so that both the patient and the spirit are free.

Aftercare: The patient's energy field is "cleansed" and filled with healing energy to prevent new entities from attaching in the future.

Examples from the book (Case Studies).
The book contains hundreds of examples of how these attachments can affect health:

Physical pain: In one case, a woman named Ann suffered from chronic stomach pain that no doctors could explain. Under hypnosis, several spirits that had "attached" to her in childhood were identified; after these were released, the pain immediately disappeared.

Personality Changes: A patient named Clara discovered through spontaneous visualization that she was carrying two spirits: a young woman who died of a fever in the 19th century, and her own great-aunt who believed Clara's parents were incapable of caring for her.
Mental Health: Ireland-Frey describes how depression, hearing voices, and unexplained "lost time" can often be traced back to external influences rather than traditional psychiatric disorders.


|Doctor  Ireland-Frey divides the "invisible" influences into several categories in her book. Here is an overview of the most important types she describes:

Earthbound Spirits: This is the most common category. These are people who have died but for various reasons have not "stepped into the light." This may be due to fear of punishment, confusion about their own death, or strong ties to people or places they have left behind.

Dark Forces: While the book focuses mostly on confused human spirits, she also acknowledges the existence of more negative or malevolent energies that deliberately seek to create fear or chaos.

Thought-forms: Ireland-Frey suggests that intense, repetitive thoughts or emotions (such as extreme hatred or grief) can create a kind of independent energy that can affect others, even without an actual "spirit" involved.

Subpersonalities: Sometimes what appears to be an external spirit is actually a fragmented part of the patient's own psyche (often created by trauma). An important part of therapy is distinguishing between what is the patient's own mind and what is an alien entity.

The book is written with a fascination for the unknown, but at the same time with a doctor's critical eye on what actually works for the patient.
Here's a little more about both, as they are closely related in her work:
How she got into this as a doctor:
Louise Ireland-Frey was originally a traditional school physician (M.D.). She began with hypnosis as a tool for pain relief and relaxation ykesult, but often experienced that her patients began to speak in other voices or described experiences that did not fit into conventional psychology.
Instead of dismissing this as hallucinations, she began to explore the phenomenon methodically. She concluded that whether one believes in spirits literally or sees them as symbolic expressions of the subconscious, her "liberation method" led to patients' recovery when nothing else helped.
Her advice for protection
In the book, she suggests several simple techniques to avoid being affected by negative energies or "attachments":

Visualization of light: One of the most well-known techniques she describes is to imagine that one is surrounded by a bubble or a column of white, protective light that acts as a shield.

Awareness and boundary setting: She emphasizes that fear and anger can make a person more vulnerable. By being aware of one's own boundaries and mentally saying "no" to foreign influences, one can strengthen one's own energy.
Avoid drugs: Ireland-Frey points out that alcohol and hard drugs can "open gates" in the aura or mental defenses, making it easier for earthbound spirits to make contact.
Emotional hygiene: Since spirits are often attracted to similar emotions to your own (such as grief or bitterness), she believes that working on your own trauma and emotional health is the best long-term protection.


In the book , Louise Ireland-Frey is quite clear about why drugs and alcohol pose a risk in the context of what she calls "spirit attachment".
Here are the main points she highlights:

Weakened "psychic defenses": She describes the human energy field (or aura) as a protective barrier. Alcohol and drugs act as chemical "hole-makers" in this defense. When intoxicated, one becomes more passive and loses conscious control of one's own mind, making it easier for an external entity to get in.

Frequency match: Ireland-Frey operates on the idea that "like attracts like." A person who died while addicted to alcohol or drugs will often seek out places and people where these substances are still used. These spirits want to relive the intoxication through a living host.
Loss of willpower: Since her method (Spirit Releasement Therapy) is largely about the patient's own will to be "master of their own house," the process becomes much more difficult if the patient's willpower is chemically numbed.
"The Open Door": She describes deep intoxication as an open door. In a state of blackout or extreme intoxication, the conscious personality is often "absent", and the body is practically unguarded. This, according to her, is the most vulnerable moment for a permanent or temporary takeover by an alien energy.
She emphasizes that this is not intended as a moral guideline, but as a medical and energetic observation on how best to preserve one's own integrity.

Doctor  Louise Ireland-Frey gives a profound look in , at how to distinguish between biological addiction and spiritual influence, as well as how to rebuild your energetic defenses.

1. The Difference Between Real Addiction and Spiritual Influence.
As a physician, Ireland-Frey acknowledges that addiction is a complex medical condition, but she points out that spiritual factors are often an overlooked component that can make recovery nearly impossible.

Symptoms of Spiritual Influence: She suggests that if a person experiences sudden and uncharacteristic cravings for drugs, or feels like a "passenger" in their own body while they are taking drugs, it could be a sign of a connected entity.

"The Parasite Effect": An addict spirit (often a person who died with an unresolved addiction) acts like a parasite. It does not get the drug itself directly, but triggers the person's desire to experience the drug through the senses of the living host.
When Medical Treatment Fails: She observed that patients who did not respond to traditional addiction treatment often had dramatic breakthroughs when the "appendage" was removed through hypnosis.

2. Rebuilding the Energetic Defense.
When a person has been using drugs over time, the book describes it as if the "aura" has become thin or perforated. Ireland-Frey suggests several steps to fill these holes:
Conscious Intention (affirmations): The patient must actively declare ownership of their own body. This is often done in a hypnotic state by giving the "inhabiting" spirit a clear message that it is no longer welcome.

Sealing the energy field: She recommends visualization techniques in which one "strokes" one's own energy field or imagines sealing cracks with golden or white light. This is intended to strengthen the psychic barrier against new influences.

Integration of "split parts": Substance abuse can cause parts of the personality to "split off" (dissociation). Ireland-Frey uses methods to call these parts back, so that the patient becomes whole and thus less vulnerable to intruders.
Environmental change: Since places where there is a lot of substance abuse often have a high concentration of earthbound spirits, she emphasizes the importance of avoiding such environments during the reconstruction phase to avoid "re-infection".

Here are the details on the two fascinating topics you wanted to cover:
1. Specific visualization techniques to "seal holes"
Doctor  Ireland-Frey uses visualization as an active tool in hypnosis to repair the patient's protections. She believes that thought has the power to shape energy:

"The Cocoon": She teaches the patient to envision a luminous web or cocoon of pure white light that surrounds the entire body, from the bottom of the feet to the top of the head. This light acts as a filter: It lets love and positivity in, but blocks out foreign energies.

Repairing Cracks: The patient is asked to mentally scan their body for dark spots or "holes" (often in areas such as the solar plexus or the head). Then, they visualize pouring liquid gold light into these areas until they are completely sealed and strong.
The Mirror Effect: For those who feel particularly vulnerable in social situations (for example, around people who are high on drugs), she suggests visualizing the outside of your energy field as being covered in mirrors pointing outward. Any negative energy will then be reflected back to its source without penetrating you.

2. Organ Transfer and Energy via Transplants.

This is one of the more controversial but interesting topics in the book. Ireland-Frey discusses the concept of "cellular memory" and the energy associated with organs:

Energetic Residue: She argues that an organ (such as a heart or kidney) carries with it the energy or parts of the essence of the donor. With a transplant, the recipient can sometimes experience new preferences, memories, or emotional traits that belonged to the deceased.

Involuntary Attachment: In some cases, she believes that the donor's spirit can become "stuck" to its former organ in the new body, simply because it doesn't understand that it needs to let go.

The solution: She recommends that in such cases, a gentle form of release be performed in which one thanks the organ and the donor, but at the same time makes it clear that the donor's spirit is now free to move on to the "light", so that the recipient can fully own the organ on an energetic level.


Here is a deeper explanation of Doctor  Louise Ireland-Frey's perspectives on death and the connection between body and mind, as she describes it in ,:

What happens when we die?
Ireland-Frey paints a picture of death as a transitional process that does not always go according to plan. She divides the dead into two main groups:

Those who enter the "Light": This is the normal process. Consciousness leaves the body and moves towards a state of peace, often assisted by guides or deceased relatives.

The "Earthbound": This is the core of her work. She believes that many remain in our dimension because:

They are confused and do not realize that they have died (often through sudden death or accidents).
They have a extreme fear of punishment or hell, and therefore dare not go towards the light.
They feel a strong need to protect or monitor their loved ones.
They have unresolved addictions (such as alcohol or drugs) and seek a living body to continue satisfying the need.

The connection between mind and body.
As a doctor, Ireland-Frey sees the body as a "house" for consciousness. Her theory of illness is revolutionary in its context:

The body as a receiver: She believes that many physical ailments (such as chronic pain, migraines or stomach problems) do not have a biological cause, but are "echoes" of an attached entity's own trauma. If the spirit that has attached itself dies from a chest injury, the patient may experience unexplained chest pain.

Psychosomatic or external? She distinguishes between what we ourselves create with our thoughts (psychosomatics) and what is inflicted on us from outside. She believes that Western healthcare often misdiagnoses "spirit attachment" as schizophrenia or personality disorders.
Health through ownership: For Ireland-Frey, true health is when your own consciousness has 100% control over your own body and energy field. All "noise" from others - whether it be thoughts from the living or the presence of the dead - creates imbalance and illness.

Her book is a call to view the human being as a multidimensional being in which the physical, mental and spiritual are inextricably linked.


With the publishing of this volume on the subject of
Spirit Releasement Therapy, the author has taken an
irrevocable step for a woman, and has undeniably moved
humanity one giant step closer to a genuinely holistic
model of mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual
health and healing. Historically, the subjects of possession and exorcism were considered to be exclusively and
securely confined within the obscure, secretive, and
mysterious corridors of the Vatican underground. But
that is not the beginning.

Demons and devils were thought of as commonplace
in Babylonia and Assyria. The first written accounts of
the treatment of illness were deciphered from the cuneiform texts of Assyrian tablets dating from about 2500
B.C. Eloquent incantations and prayers to the tribal gods
were interspersed with direct challenges to the demons
that imposed disease of every description. Through the
long annals of human experience, many people have
believed that there was a nonphysical existence parallel
and coexistent with the physical universe. People considered this world to be filled with spirits. The ancients
believed that most sickness was caused by evil spirits. In
ancient Egypt, the exorcism was performed by a team; a
physician to cure the ailment and a priest to drive out the
demon of disease.                                                                                                                                                                                                        
The early writings of the Chinese, Egyptians, Hebrews,
and Greeks show that they generally attributed mental


disorders to demons that had taken possession of an individual. In ancient Persia of the sixth century B.C., the religious
leader Zoroaster founded the religion that became known as
Zoroastrianism. The God of Light was named Ahura-Mazda;
the master of darkness was called Ahriman. Zoroaster, who
was considered the first magician, was also an exorcist who
used prayer, ritual, and the sprinkling of water to drive out
the evil spirits. In India, the mother of Buddha was considered a great exorcist. King Solomon was perhaps the most
noted of the Jewish exorcists.
In the New Testament, fully one-fourth of the healings
attributed to Jesus consisted of casting out unclean spirits.
He specified more than one type of spirit. Developed over
a long period of time, the Roman Ritual continues as the
model of exorcism in the Catholic Church. This concept of
deliverance is based on the explicit command and example
of Jesus to "cast out devils," though the Church to this day
fails to differentiate between demons, the minions of Lucifer,
and the earthbound spirits of deceased humans.
Hippocrates (460-377 B.C.), the great Greek physician,
has been called the "father of modern medicine." He denied
the possibility of intervention of deities and demons as the
cause of disease. Further, he insisted that mental disorders
stemmed from natural causes and, like other diseases, required more rational treatment. The physician Galen
(130-200 A.D.) studied and described the anatomy of the
nervous system. Among the causes of mental disorders he
listed the following: injuries to the head, alcoholic excess,
adolescence, fear, shock, menstrual changes, economic reverses, and disappointment in love.
With Galen's death, the contributions of Hippocrates and
later Greek and Roman physicians were lost in a resurgence
of popular superstition. There was a return of the belief in
demonology as the source of illness. Not until the sixteenth


century did another prominent physician, Paracelsus
(1490-1541), reject demonology as the cause of abnormal
behavior. He defied the medical and theological traditions
of his time, for which he was hounded and persecuted until
his death.
In the face of this ongoing dissent, demonology lost
ground. Reason and the scientific method gradually led to
the development of modern clinical approaches to mental
illness. Even so, the belief in demonology was still widespread. Mental illness and demonology-the study of spirit
possession-have been inseparably linked through the tortuous course of history.
Modem spiritualism began in America in 1837 in Mount
Lebanon, with communications received from spirits. Spiritualism is concerned with two basic premises: the continuity
of personality after death and the powers of communication
with the spirits of the deceased. The early work on spiritualism was conducted with trance mediums, people who
apparently have the ability to make contact with the "spirit
world" in an attempt to communicate with the spirits of
deceased persons.
Mediumship is defined as the phenomenon in which a
nonphysical intelligence, usually a discarnate human, assumes some degree of temporary control or "possession" of
a physical body in order to communicate something useful
and meaningful. Mediumship is distinguished from the
phenomenon of spirit possession in that it occurs only with
the deliberate cooperation of the medium and produces a
constructive result. The difference is in purpose, duration,
and effect.
James Hyslop (1854-1920) was professor of logic and
ethics at Columbia University, New York, from 1889 to
1902. He authored a book on psychology in 1895, and taught
the subject at Smith College when the science was in its


infancy. Doctor  Hyslop was an experimentalist and empiricist.
After he admitted the credibility of the existence of spirits,
it required ten years of investigation to convince himself of
the possibility of obsession by discarnate beings as a cause
of mental illness. In the years that followed, he accumulated
the facts that make it scientifically probable. He is the true
pioneer in the systematic investigation of spirit obsession and
possession as a cause of mental disorder.
Doctor  Carl Wickland was an avowed spiritualist. He was
also an exorcist. Wickland graduated from Durham Medical
College in 1900 and nine years later became chief psychiatrist at the National Psychopathic Institute in Chicago. In
1918 he moved to Los Angeles and established the National
Psychological Institute where he continued the work of
healing spirit obsession. His seminal work in the treatment
of spirit obsession and possession is chronicled in his two
books, Thirty Years Among The Dead (1924) and Gateway
to Understanding (1934).

Doctor  Wickland first became interested in spirit possession
after observing the frequency with which people suffered
character changes after engaging in such practices as using
the ouija board or automatic writing. Many such people
required hospitalization for apparent mental illness. Wickland consulted discarnate intelligences through his wife,
Anna, who was an excellent and gifted medium. He was told
that possession of the living by the "earthbound" spirits of
deceased humans was the cause, and that he could alleviate
the symptoms of the victims if he followed their instructions.
The work was conducted with the help of a "concentration
circle," a small group of people assembled to support this
Rescue Work. It is such Rescue Work that is described in
later chapters in this book.
Into this centuries-old unresolved (and I suspect unresolvable) dispute between the intellectual forces that eventually


fostered the mechanistic, reductionist Newtonian-Cartesian
model of material reality and those individuals who perceive
and believe in the higher, broader dimensions of a vaster
spiritual universe of universes, stepped Louise Ireland-Frey,
M.D. Working as a hypnotherapist in the later years of her
medical career, she was, by wonderful synchronicity, called
into the field of Spirit Releasement rather by surprise. More
people heard of her successful work, and more cases came
her way, as often happens in the nonlocal reality where Spirit
Releasement is not only possible, but constitutes the triage
procedures of spiritual healing. This is the first step before
other healing treatment can be intelligently applied. Otherwise, it cannot be known just whose ailment is being treated.
It was my privilege to meet Louise in 1985 at the Spring
Conference of the Association for Past-Life Research and
Therapy, during a brief introductory workshop on "Clinical
Depossession," which is the term I still used at the time. Did
she volunteer or did I call on her as my demonstration
subject? I don't recall, but it was another timely synchronicity for us both. It boosted her along her path of learning, and
I was gifted with a new colleague, a medical doctor at that,
in this arena, which, as many of my associates were quick
to point out, was very "weird."
Courage is not the only requirement for a person to follow
the path Louise has accepted and welcomed as her own. It
requires perseverance with the work, precision in collecting
data and case histories, documenting the near-miraculous
results with the unbiased observation that marks the scientific
investigator. In this unproven therapeutic modality, the
therapist is operating in the unseen realms, square in the face
of ridicule and rejection by family, friends, and professional
associates.
"By their fruits shall they be known." The fragrant
blossoms have emerged, the fruit has ripened, and it is good.


This is a book about Doctor  Louise Ireland-Frey's adventure into
an unknown land. She has returned and has chronicled an
exciting journey. And now the pleasure of reading it is
yours.
William J. Baldwin, Ph.D.
Author of Spirit Releasement Therap.


"These things are mine,  These things are MINE!"
"Good!" We laughed. "Now, look, see if your mother is
still there." Amy reported that her mother was gone.
"Good. And she will remain gone unless you call her
back, and then she will come as a memory only, a pleasant
memory. You are free; you are yourself."
"Yes, she will never bother you again," agreed Johnnie.
"Is there anything you want to ask about before you return
to normal awareness?" I inquired.
Amy opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, still in
hypnosis. "Was she really here? Or did I just imagine it?"
"Does it matter, so long as she's gone?" I asked.
"It doesn 't matter, so long as she's gone! And she'll stay
away!" finished Johnnie.
There was not much more to this session. After bringing
her back to normal consciousness I asked how she felt.
"Better- relieved! I was thinking about Mother's diamonds. I'll have them reset. They're mine-I can do what I
want to with them."
Johnnie and I laughed again for her.
"I feel fine. I feel wonderful," ended Amy.
Several weeks later I saw her in the grocery store. "I'm
okay. My mother is still there sometimes, a very small
figure, and she never bothers me. I'm myself again."

A year later Amy told me that she did not see her mother
anymore. She was happy, even though dealing with several
domestic and financial problems. She felt strong.
As I said, this was my first attempt at what some have
called "Depossession in the clinical setting." Neither
Johnnie nor I knew how to help the deceased mother. We
simply sent her out and away, perhaps to continue "just
a-lookin' for a home" in some other woman, especially
one who had "things" that might attract her. Maggie was
not an "unclean spirit" nor evil in any sense, not even
malicious- she was just selfish and uncaring, insensitive in
death as in life. Later, alone with Johnnie, I looked at her
and grinned, "Say-are we exorcists?"
In the months following this first amateurish "Releasement," a number of similar cases came to me. One of the
first was by an odd chain of circumstances that once more            
took me by surprise.

I received a phone call from a lady who was concerned
about her daughter, "Marta." She said that Marta had been
with high school friends when one of them suggested that they
go to her home for a "seance. " Not knowing what was meant,
Marta agreed, expecting some sort of teenaged fun. She
described to her mother the circle of young people around a
table, candles, salt, etc. , and then chanting by the group. After
a while the girl leader had Marta change her place and sit
beside her, after which the chanting began again.
Suddenly Marta said she began chattering, just jibberish,
and could not control what was coming out of her mouth.
The other young people stopped their chanting, and then
from Marta' s mouth came clear words, "Tell Lorna Jassik
that there is going to be a car accident, but she will not be
killed." There was a pause, and then the message was
repeated urgently, "Tell Lorna Jassik, but she is not to
be afraid; she will not be killed."
Marta leaped from her chair and ran outside into the
garden, crying. She insisted she had to go home at once. It
was shortly after this that her worried mother phoned me, a
second choice to the psychic friend she had been unable to
reach.
When I am faced by a situation that calls for more wisdom
than I possess, I always send an urgent request into the
Higher Regions for whatever wisdom and power may be
needed to alleviate the situation. I did this during the time


that Marta and her mother were driving to my home. By the
time they arrived Marta was self-controlled but nervous.
I explained that I wanted her to go into hypnosis and let
me call back the voice that had spoken through her, but I
assured her that I would not ask her to "channel" it again. I
assured her that there would be no danger to her and that her
mother would stay right with her. Then I induced Marta into
a light hypnosis.
"I am calling the one who used Marta's voice without
asking her permission. You had no right to push into her
mind like that and frighten her. I ask you to stay out of her
from now on!" I did not ask any questions. I just sent the
voice away.
When Marta was back to full consciousness she said she
felt clearly that the owner of the voice had been very sorry
for having frightened her and had sent feelings of deep regret
before withdrawing. Marta herself seemed to be greatly
relieved.

I added that Marta had been given a precious gift, her
psychic talent of receptivity; that it had been a scary
experience this first time but that with more maturation
and training it would become a controlled valuable talent,
a God-given gift to be used for good; but that for the
present she was simply to wait and let it grow, and
eventually she would be shown what her next stage should
be. I asked that a spiritual guardian be sent to protect and
guide her during this growth period. (A few weeks later
she told me that at first her guardian was with her
constantly, helping her whenever she called him/her to
assist with simple things, but that lately there had been
no response. I smiled and reminded her that a guardian
was not a sort of bellhop to assist with minor earthly
problems but is a high spiritual being dedicated to spiritual protection and instruction.)
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After Marta and her mother had gone, I could not get the
episode out of my mind. Something seemed to be incom-
plete. I wondered if the voice had come from a being who
was truly concerned for the safety of someone named "Lorna
Jassik." Who was "Lorna Jassik?" Marta did not know
anyone by that name, nor did I. I looked in the telephone
directory.
Yes, there were two Jassiks listed. After thinking about
the embarrassment of calling an unknown person with a
message like this, I realized that my own hesitation was of
far less importance than the delivery of the message which
had seemed so urgent to the owner of the voice that had burst
into Marta' s consciousness.
So the next morning I called the first Jassik and calmly
asked if Lorna was there.
"No, she's at work," answered the person on the other
end just as calmly. Aha, there was a Lorna Jassik!
I called the work number and asked for Lorna. "She just
came in. I'll get her," said the person on the phone. Next
was a second voice, "This is Lorna."

Trying not to stammer, I introduced myself, complete with
title "Doctor" and my location, and then began, "I think I have
a message for you, but I'm not sure." And I told her the story
as told above. She listened silently. When I fmished I added
rather apologetically, "I don't want to upset nor worry you
but I thought at least you ought to know." She thanked me
and agreed that she was glad to know and was not upset.
She asked who the girl was who had received the message.
"You don't know her and she doesn't know you," I
hedged. "We didn't even know whether you existed."
"Oh, I exist." laughed Lorna. I was relieved to know that
she could laugh about it.
The next day the phone rang and a man's voice introduced
himself as Lorna's uncle and asked about this message that


I had given to his niece. Again, with apologies, I repeated
the story, adding that I just didn't know, but had thought
maybe it might be important.
Without hesitation he said, "It is important. We are
planning to drive several hundred miles tomorrow. What do
you think we ought to do?"
Trying to keep my mind clear, I suggested, "Well, just
be alert and drive defensively, and keep in mind that a drunk
or a careless person may suddenly come out of a side road
or cut across in front of you."
He thanked me and then asked if I knew whose voice had
been speaking to his niece. I said I had not asked, but
afterward I had wondered if it were Lorna's grandmother.
"Is one of her grandmothers dead?" I inquired.
There was a slight pause before he said, "Yes." He
thanked me again and hung up. Only later did I realize it
may have been his own mother whose voice had come
through.

I spent considerable time afterward wondering if I had
done my part wisely. Perhaps I should have advised postponing the trip? Or had I taken the whole incident too
seriously? I simply did not know. Nor did I ever know how
Loma and her uncle got along on their trip.
I did know that if more such cases were to be tossed into
my path I would need to get more instruction.
Next Step: More Learning
In California in 1985 I found a two-hour workshop
offered by William Baldwin, D.D.S. and Ph.D. candidate,
which gave me the techniques I needed to treat such cases
more adequately for both the client and also the invisible
personalities. Baldwin called his workshop "Depossession
in the Clinical Setting"- i.e., not a religious setting but a
health worker's setting.

Starting with this workshop, and adding several of Baldwin's tapes from previous workshops, I began a little home
course in the recognition and treatment of cases of obsession
and oppression- a sort of self-taught crash course in modern
exorcism, one might call it. I procured and eagerly read an
old book that I had first heard about years ago when I was
in my early twenties. Thirty Years Among the Dead, by the
psychiatrist Carl Wickland. He had performed hundreds of
"depossessions" at the turn of the last century, using his
psychically talented wife, Anna (with her willing cooperation), as the "channel" for the entities obsessing his psychiatric patients. [His book was first published in 1924 and
reprinted in 1974.] Baldwin was influenced by Wickland's
firm-but-kindly approach to the invading personalities and
modeled his own approach after Wickland's.

I also read Annabel Chaplin's book. The Bright Light
of Death (1977), the account of some of her cases of
assisting personalities entrapped in living individuals to
leave their unwitting hosts and go on "into the Light."
Chaplin avers that she never in her life was in a "trance,"
but her description of her method, including taking a
moment to "center herself" or to "quiet herself'-equivalent to placing herself into an altered state of conscious-
ness-produces what many might call a trance. The words
chosen are not important; it is the altered state of awareness that is important. In this quiet state Chaplin opened
her natural psychic ability to perceive clairvoyantly
what in ordinary consciousness she might have only
vaguely sensed. Her approach to the invading entities,
like Wickland's, was gentle but clear-cut and firm. It was
a psychologist. Doctor  Edith Fiore (author of The Unquiet
Dead) who recommended Chaplin's book to Baldwin,
and- like Edith-he was influenced by Chaplin's mild way
of treating the invading personalities.

I read other books. (They are listed in the Bibliography.)
I attended Doctor  Fiore's all-day workshop on "Clinical Depossession." And all this time I was beginning what rather
quickly became a considerable portion of my hypnotherapy
practice: the releasement of obsessing souls from living
patients. "Releasement" is Baldwin's word; I prefer it to
depossession, disobsession, or exorcism, terms used by
various other therapists for this process.
It was an easy step to begin to do "Rescue Work" with
wandering entities who had not invaded living persons:
work with so-called ghosts, poltergeists, and invisible
presences, most of whom need help to escape from their
unhappy situations. I felt that my new occupation was one
of the most fascinating in the world, and was valuable to
others as well!




Terms and Definitions.
What shall we call disembodied souls like Maggie? Her
physical body was buried but some part of her was seen and
recognized by her daughter and was felt to be alive and able
to understand conversation, even to resist suggestions. Some
of the therapists doing releasements speak of the "spirit" of
a deceased person which can be contacted and which clairvoyants can see. Others save the word "spirit" to mean the
divine incorruptible spark in the person, "which is housed
in the soul as the soul is housed in the body" (to quote from
Mary's Message to the World), the word "soul" being used
to mean the mental and emotional and perceptive portions of
a person which persist as a unit after the death of the physical
body, housed in a body of invisible "astral" substance.
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Maggie as seen by Amy was in her astral body (the usually
invisible organized body of emotional energies that survives
death along with the mind and its mental body). The state of
hypnosis expanded Amy's ordinary powers of perception to
include astral vision and clairvoyance so that she could see
astrally. If her mother had been willing to speak, Amy could
have heard her clairaudiently . As it was, Maggie did become
willing to send her thoughts telepathically into Amy's mind so
that Amy was aware of what her mother was thinking: thinking
of all the cherished "things" that Maggie had to leave and now
wanted to regain as her own again through co-occupying
her daughter's body. But that meant pushing aside her
daughter's own "soul" (personality, spirit), even pushing
it clear out of her daughter's body-unethical selfish acts,
although Maggie had not bothered to consider the ethics.
For myself, I like the term psyche to mean that mental/emotional/spiritual part of a person that survives death,
but I admit that it becomes boring to use the word too often.
Personality is almost as good, as is soul, mind, or consciousness, with the implicit inclusion of perceptiveness and emotion. I shall use these terms interchangeably, and also spirit,
in the sense that Baldwin and members of the Spiritualist
Church use it-as the living mind housed in the usually
invisible astral body.
I say usually invisible because persons in hypnosis and
those who have a natural talent for astral vision (also called
clairvoyance or second sight) can see the astral forms as if
they were physically visible. ("Second sight" is a term also
used to mean precognition, the awareness of future events.)
Among the gradually increasing number of hypno-
therapists who do Releasement work at present, it has
become accepted to use the all-inclusive word "entity"
for souls that are being contacted and assisted. Each of
us is an entity, of course, as is each other individual being.

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When hypnotherapists speak of an entity, however, they
usually mean the soul of a deceased person or other invisible
being that is entrapped in a living person or is causing
problems in other ways.



Normal and Abnormal Pathways
of Souls After Death.

When clients are regressed to a previous life and come
to the death experience terminating that lifetime, therapists
may continue the regression past the physical death and
on into the after-death state. Similarly, when we contact
earthbound entities- souls like Maggie, for instance- we
can ask them to recall the circumstances of their physical
death experiences.
Normally, after the physical body dies, the psychospiritual part-the mind, the psyche, the soul- finds itself
floating above the body, still conscious of itself and aware
of the people and activities around the dead body. This
stage may be brief. The now disembodied consciouness, usually feeling free and light and greatly relieved,
senses that it can go wherever it seems to be drawn, for
instance to a Light-perceived to be alive and sentient, a
Being of Light- which welcomes the personality with
understanding, kindness, and love.

Most souls fmd themselves going to a state that is peaceful
and beautiful. People who have had out-of-body experiences
during a time of life-threatening danger or illness, or who
have actually been pronounced dead and been resuscitated
later, most often have reported visiting the beautiful realms.
Only an occasional such person reports a chilly, lonely, or
horrifying "near-death experience" (NDE).


,
Obsession is the condition, remarkably common, in
which the entity may invade not only the psyche but also the
physical body of the host and meld its own personality traits
and former bodily feelings with those of the host, often to
the confusion and bewilderment of the latter, who may be
aware of persistent pains, sudden changes in emotions unlike
his normal feelings, unfamiliar attitudes, or even unnatural
traits and talents.
Possession is the condition in which the invading entity
takes over the body of the host completely, pushing out the
host's own personality (soul) and expressing its own words,
feelings, and behaviors through the host's body, as Maggie
was apparently trying to do to Amy. Complete possession is
rare, but is sometimes spectacular when it occurs. Cases of
a person suddenly going berserk, for instance, may well be
cases of sudden complete possession. Possession may alternate with obsession.
I have seen personally only one instance of complete possession so far. It occurred without warning in my own therapy
room (as described in detail in a later chapter).
What Conditions Make
Such Invasions Possible?
Let us assume that a group of people, such as battle
casualties or a group killed in a plane crash, are all deprived
of their physical bodies at the same time, and their souls fmd
themselves conscious but without a means of communication
with persons still in living bodies.
These souls may feel stunned for a little while, but some
are soon aware enough to see their bodies (they seem to be
floating above the scene) and they watch what is going on.
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usually with more or less impersonality toward their former
body. But, as they so often tell us, "I didn't know what to
do; I didn't know where to go."
Those who see the Light and move toward and into it fmd
the normal pathway into the "next world," the astral world.
The others wander away. Some may be attracted to persons
who are smoking, drinking, or using drugs, if they themselves have been users of those substances. They feel that
they can satisfy their hungers through the bodies and senses
of the living; and so they move into the smokers or drinkers
or drug users.
Others find and become attached to a living person whose
aura is weak or "open," as after an accident, an illness, an
anesthetic for an operation, a sudden physical shock or pain, or
an emotional shock such as fear or grief. The aura in health is
a strong defense, a protection for the psyche within the body,
but in weakness it can be breached by an invading soul.
Still other disembodied psyches in this group find living
persons who resemble themselves in some way, either
psychologically or in environmental conditions. The similarity draws them into the host. A soul released from the
body by a heart attack, for example, may enter a living
person whose heart is feeble, making the condition still
worse for the host. A soul who died filled with anger from
any cause is attracted to a living angry person, entering and
increasing the host's anger.
Still other souls may find themselves drawn to living
persons whom they admire or who may give them a safe
"home," or whom they even feel they can help and protect
(although almost always such a selfless motive on the part
of the invader contains a self-serving element somewhere).
One more class of invaders is that of souls who have had
a close relationship with the living person in some past time,
either in the present life or in a past existence. Either for
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,
love and friendship, or else for hatred and revenge, such
souls may find themselves teamed up in an obsessive
relationship. Maggie and her daughter Amy provide a good
example of obsession-not quite the complete possession that
Maggie was apparendy trying to establish.
After all these reasons for the formation of an obsessive
relationship have been tallied, one more is simply that the
living person happened to be there at the time when the
wanderer happened by. No one seems to be totally invulnerable. Living persons who work in the health profession are
vulnerable to obsession by deceased souls because they are
caring people and souls feel safe in them. Children, whose
auras are not yet fully protective, are also vulnerable. And
it was an invading entity who remarked that the unborn child
in utero is the most vulnerable of all.
What Can We Do to Prevent Obsession
or to Get Rid of an Entity?
In general, we need to keep our aura clear, clean, and
strong with healthy habits of all kinds-physical, mental,
spiritual, and emotional. Asking deliberately in prayer for
spiritual protection is fme. Visualizing a protective capsule
or bubble of light surrounding one's body and aura is good.
Monitoring one's inner thoughts and feelings is essential,
too, lest corrosive angers or fears open the aura. Meeting
the daily vicissitudes with calmness and strength, making a habit of positive attitudes of mind and heart and
positive habits of speech- all these help to keep the aura
strong and clear. If the presence of an invading entity is
suspected- as after the death of a close friend or relative-then the person can talk directly to the deceased and
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assist the obsessing soul to leave and move into the Light.
More will be said about this later.
But what about dealing with an oppressing or obsessing
entity that is already attached to the host person? The process
of expelling an invader used to be confrontive and angry, a
sort of power struggle between the exorcist and the invader,
whether the exorcist (therapist) was the host or a professional
healer or clergy person. Some who felt themselves shadowed
or harassed or otherwise negatively influenced by something
not in accord with their own character have suspected an
obsessing entity, and by meditations and prayer have been
able to perform their own personal exorcism. In one case
that I contacted, however, the entity had been expelled only
as far as the outer portion of the woman's aura and still clung
there, no doubt waiting for an opportunity to get deeper into
the aura or even into her body. It said it had come from her
parents and intended to return to them if sent out of my client.
It was told that that was not an option; and, reluctantly, it
allowed itself to be drawn into "a place o/the Light but not
in the Light," as the condition was described to us by one
of the discarnate beings assisting. Each case needs to be
evaluated individually and treated according to what is felt
to be the wisest approach.
More will be said on this subject in the last chapter.
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chapter 2
During the past century a good many religious and
philosophical ideas have changed or been rejected in the
landslide of the materialistic sciences. Electromagnetic and
gravitational forces were studied in the so-called "hard
sciences" but the other types of forces- i.e., mental, emotional, motivational-were neglected. When I was a medical
student in the middle and late 1930s, my medical school,
Tulane, was one of the very few that offered any course in
psychology or psychiatry, the attitude of most schools being,
"Doctors take care of the body; priests, rabbis, and preachers
take care of the soul." Even this remark might be uttered
with a slight taint of sarcasm sometimes, implying that the
work of doctors was of greater importance, for who knew
whether the soul even existed?
Then the tide began to turn, and one of the comments
being passed around in the middle and late 1960s was, "Have
you heard, the psychologists first lost their souls, and then
they lost their minds-but now they are about to make up
their minds that they have minds."
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Looking back through old school books of a century ago
or reading the lyrics of old hymns and popular songs, we
note the casual reference to the soul, the acceptance that at
death the soul "takes its flight to worlds unknown," that the
soul of a dying child, "covered with flowers, is rising,
rising."
Through the ages the belief has persisted in many
cultures that the disembodied consciousness or soul remains aware, and can even enter and take possession of
a living person's body and dispossess that person's own
mind. In a few groups this belief has been taken for
granted and has persisted, while in the secular society and
even in a good many religious denominations the concept
of awareness after death seems to be largely ignored or
disbelieved. At the funeral of a lovely young woman I
heard the minister say, "If she were here, she would be
happy to see all of you and your gifts of flowers." He
assumed that her consciousness was far away. Perhaps it
was actually present, invisibly. A good many souls when
regressed to a past-life death have reported staying near
the body until after the funeral.
Gradually in these modern times more and more therapists, especially hypnotherapists, are coming to be more
open to the once-common assumption that "deceased" psyches-discarnate entities-can and sometimes do invade
living persons. Sometimes the change in therapists' attitude
is due to the spontaneous complaints of clients and sometimes
to the suspected presence of an invading entity from various
clues presented by the client, who herself may be entirely
unsuspecting.
When I was in high school I held the tentative belief
that the Gospel stories of casting out unclean spirits must
be merely the Biblical way of describing epileptic attacks.
A considerable proportion of the Gospels is given to stories

of the casting out of "unclean spirits." Then, still in my
teens, I heard of so-called "earthbound souls" who did not
progress to the next dimension after death. According to
what I read, these discarnate souls, many of them unaware
that their bodies were dead, continued to hover in the
earth-plane and were drawn to other psyches similar to their
own, through whose physical bodies they might fmd gratification of former habits. The books (Rosicrucian and Theo-
sophical) also discussed "elementals" and other nonhuman
entities. At that time I put most of those ideas aside with a
puzzled smile and a raised eyebrow-but kept the ideas on
my mental "neutral shelf," for future reference in case
further evidence came along.
By the time I began serious experimentation with
hypnotic regression work in the mid-1950s I had learned
the important art of not judging any idea too hastily no
matter how far out it might sound. I did have occasional
lapses, as, for instance, when a lovely white-haired
woman-the widow of a minister and herself a lay counselor, lecturer, and healer-diagnosed my chronic fatigue
in the thoughtful words, "I think this may be oppression
by an evil spirit." My disappointment in her was profound. How could an intelligent, educated person like
Mrs. Eggleston hold such medieval ideas!
My chicken came home to roost a few years later when
relatives and friends made similar comments to me: "With
your scientific education, your modern training, how can
you possibly believe in stuff like this?"
I think that almost the same sort of change occurred in
the attitude of psychiatrists and psychologists toward the
concept of multiple personalities: first the doubts and
questions, and later the acceptance, which caused doubts
and questions in the relatives and friends.


Comparison with Multiple.

The Author's Method of Releasement.
I try to check for entrapped entities at the first or second
session with almost every chent who comes to me, with
whatever complaint. I discuss with the client the possibility
that her problems may not all belong to her but to some other
consciousness that has been influencing her. Nearly all
people would be willing to believe that some other influence
is to blame for some of their troubles! But this by itself would
not be sufficient reason to suspect or diagnose an obsession.
In case a client may be made anxious and nervous by the
very mention of a possible not-self-consciousness within
their own mind or body, this first little conversation, therefore, is held in a lighthearted but common sense manner,
with examples, and ending with some such remark as,
"Well, in any case, if it is all right with you, I would like to
check and see."
Then, with the client in light to moderately deep hypnosis
(the depth need not even be as deep as for most simple
regressions), and telling the client that a certain finger is the
"yes" finger, which will twitch or rise when I ask a question
to which the answer from the subconscious level is "yes,"
and also a "no" finger (touching the fingers as I speak), I
then ask, "Is there any consciousness, any mind, any entity
in this person" (calling her by name) "which does not belong
to her, is not a part of her own being? Please answer through
the fingers on the count of three: one, two, three."
If the client already has a "yes" and a "no" finger, I use
those instead of designating others. A few seconds may
elapse before the fingers respond. The manner in which they
respond is significant: a quick response means that the
invading entity is eager to speak with the therapist and will
probably be very cooperative. A hesitation or only a tiny


twitch of the "yes" finger may indicate that the entity is
fearful or timid, that it is not sure of what this is going to
lead to. In such a case I usually follow Doctor  Baldwin's
approach and assure the entity, "Don't be afraid of me. I
want to help you." More assurance may be needed, especially when the entity is the soul of a person who died by
betrayal and cannot trust others, such as a child who was
killed by abuse.
When the fmgers do not move at all, I used to think the
fault was in me or was just a block of some unknown type.
Now I have discovered, as Baldwin did before me, that in
almost every case it is because the entity does not want to
be found and is trying to hide from the therapist, pretending
not to be present, not permitting the "yes" finger to move
and reveal its presence. But the truthful subconscious mind
of the client will not falsely move the "no" finger. Therefore
neither one moves.
In such an instance I speak to the entity, "Please don't be
afraid of me. I believe you are here. Is there an entity hiding
from me?" This question often brings a "Yes" movement,
even if small. Then I thank the entity for letting me know of
its presence, and we continue from there.
When the entity is unable or unwilling to speak through the
voice of the client (or the channel), much can be learned
merely by asking for finger movements in answer to questions framed to be answered by a simple Yes or No. Nearly all
entities of whatever type can use the voice of the client or
channel by placing its thoughts into the mind of the client or
channel, who then speaks the thoughts aloud. If the entity
believes it cannot do so or for any reason refuses to, still
much can be learned through the finger movements alone.
Routinely I program each new client, with his or her
consent, to go into the altered state when my voice speaks
the cue-words, "Rest now." This, I explain, is merely a little

shortcut, a time-saver which can be canceled out at any time
the chent desires. Meanwhile it is convenient in case the
client wishes to receive hypnotic assistance over the telephone.
On the subconscious and superconscious levels we are
all- living and "dead"- in close connection with one another, regardless of space and time differences. The state of
altered consciousness enables one to access these other minds
and become aware on a conscious level of their thoughts and
feelings. Not at all complex, it seems to be very simple and
natural to all who are involved: the client, the entities, and
the therapist.

Nested Entities.
The condition that Baldwin used to call piggy-back obsession and now calls nesting of entities is remarkably
common.
Imagine that an old alcoholic who died and whose soul
continued to haunt bars had been obsessed by the soul of
another drinker who had died before, and who, in fact, had
increased the old man's addiction and hastened his death.
Then suppose that the two-in-one had managed to invade
another customer in the bar (one with a strong taste for
alcohol, in all probability)- and obsessed him. The customer, leaving the house, might have had an irresistible urge
to stop as soon as possible at another liquor store, perhaps
to the person's own astonishment at feeling the sudden
strength of the urge. From then on, the guest would be
entertaining not only his own desire for alcohol but also the
thirst of the old alcoholic plus the thirst of the other in him,
the one "nested" in the old man. This is a sketch of the type
of doubling-up of entities that occurs quite easily over the


years and lifetimes. The symptoms are the same as outlined
for what may be called simple obsessions, in which each
invading entity has no other inside of it.
When an obsessing human entity is stubborn, harsh,
mocking, cruel, or even exhibits emotional coldness, saying,
for instance, "I don't care," when its harmful influences are
pointed out, then we suspect that it harbors a nested negative
entity within it. Questioning, we ask it to "look inside of
yourself and tell me what you see." If it says "Something
dark," or "Anger," or a similar negative thing, we call out
that thing, using the name given it by the entity it inhabits,
and speak to it as if it were (as maybe it is) another entity,
but this time obsessing the first one. Once that nested one
has been called out and released, the formerly harsh, cold
entity is abruptly revealed to be an ordinary troubled human
soul, glad to be rid of the evil influence that had warped him
or her. Releasement of this human soul is then usually quick
and easy.

Baldwin first and I also have sometimes discovered
several to many "layers" of nested entities within one client.
I have not tried to keep accurate count but usually ask the
client to answer through finger-movements whether any
obsessing entities remain after the first ones discovered have
been released.

When an entity has others nested within it, the client's
"yes" and "no" fingers may hesitate, hardly knowing
whether to say, "Yes, more than one invader" or "No, only
one. " Whenever I see this hesitation I take it as a clue to ask
the invader to look inside itself for others. This hesitation
may occur even when the nested one is a harmless little soul
like that of a lost child or an aborted infant. If the nested one
is a dark one, however, its influence will have been apparent
in the host-entity's negative traits, and because of this
host-entity, therefore also in the client.
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Does all this sound complicated? Actually it is rather
straightforward, especially if we pause during conversation
with an entity when we begin to suspect that it contains one
nested within it, deal with the nested one first, and then with
increasing ease with the obsessing entity that contained it and
successively with any others, layered like onion skins. In
theory a systematic deepest-first releasement seems most
reasonable, but whatever sequence is most natural in each
case should be followed, remembering that some of the
"onion layers" may represent nonhuman entities nested
within human souls. (See later chapters on nonhuman and
dark entities.)

chapter 3.
HUMAN SOULS RELEASED.

In hundreds of sessions, literally hundreds of trapped
entities have been released during the years of my active
work in this field. It is impossible to relate more than a
few of the interesting stories of these entities' lives and
deaths.
To illustrate some of the various types of personalities
that have been freed and the various conditions of the
sessions, I selected-almost at random-from the many
notebooks in which they are recorded. These condensations
do not reveal the personal feeling that the original verbatim
scripts provide nor do the written notes give the vivid tones
of voice of the entities' words.

Eve.
This case is so simple and direct that it is almost a classic
type. "Eve," a lovely highly educated lady who had done
remarkable things with her self-hypnosis, had not been able
to rid herself of a fear of high places, a fear which had begun
only a few years before. I explained to Eve that perhaps it
was not really her own fear-maybe it belonged to a consciousness that was fearful and that a releasement might help.
I was prepared to learn that the supposed invader might be
anyone-perhaps a person who had committed suicide by
jumping from a high place.
Because this was the first time that Eve had attempted to
channel she was somewhat apprehensive and a bit tense. For
this reason I deepened her hypnotic state a bit more than usual.
Somewhat abbreviated, the conversation went like this:
"Is there any soul or consciousness in Eve's body or
aura," I asked, " that is not part of Eve herself? Please
answer through the fingers on the count of three: one, two,
three." (The "yes" fmger rose.) "Is there more than one
such entity or consciousness that does not belong to Eve?"
(The "no" finger rose.) "Thank you for letting me know
that you are here. I'd like to know your name. Put the thought
of your name into Eve's mind and she will speak it for you.
Eve, just say out loud the very first name that comes into
your mind, no matter what it is."
Eve: "Alice."
"Thank you," I said, "for cooperating and letting us know
who you are, Alice. How old are you?"
Alice (speaking through Eve's voice): "Old. dead for
years. died in '65. Heart failure and lots of things
wrong. seventy years old and tired."
"Go to the moment when your soul leaves your body.
Tell us about that."
"It is a release. I felt strange, lost. I saw people looking
at the body and crying. They were not looking at me. "
"No, they couldn't see or hear you," I agreed, "but you
could see and hear them. What did you do, Alice-did you
stay close to your body?"


"I Stayed for a while. then-I don't know. I feel
light and pleasant, warm, comfortable.  I see the
sunshine. I feel happy.  drifting."
"Did you know that you were in Eve's body?"
"Yes. She's my granddaughter. She loved me. I entered
through her eyes, at the cemetery after I died."
"And really it was not to her advantage nor to yours that
you entered her; but you didn't know that. Her body belongs
only to her. You should have gone to the Light-but you
didn't know. When you entered her you brought into her not
only your love but your fears as well. Did you have fears
that you brought into her?"
"No.  Well, I might have."
"Eve now feels afraid of high places. Were you afraid of
high places?" (A leading question, although I seldom use
leading questions.)
"Yes," admitted Alice.
"And you brought into her your fear. How do you feel
about making her fearful of heights?"
"I'm sorry." Alice's voice was very low.
"Alice, why don't you use this marvelous little whisk
broom like the one that Eve used when learning self-hypnosis and sweep away your fears and your tiredness and
everything else you want to get rid of? And think yourself
strong and well. Thoughts are very strong where you are,
even stronger than they are for us here on the earth-plane.
Think yourself younger. You are seventy; how young do
you want to be?"
"Twenty-five!" Her answer was eager.
"Then think yourself to be twenty-five. Stand up straight,
strong and young and beautiful! Now watch for someone
coming to meet you.  Tell me when you see someone."
"I see a figure-a man; he is tall and slim," she said.
I spoke to the man.


"Have you come to take Alice home, or do you need help
yourself?"
"I've come to get Alice," he replied. It seemed rather
non-committal.
"Alice, hold out your hand," I suggested, "and take his
hand. How does it feel?"
"Cool," was her answer.
"Do you like a cool hand?" I was checking on this
supposed guide.
"No, but his eyes are kind."
I was still not quite convinced that this guide was appropriate for Alice if his hand felt cool to her. I invited another guide
to come, "a high, wise helper who wants to help Alice."
"I see a woman coming," Alice reported.
"Thank you for coming. Lady. Hold out your hand to
Alice. Alice, how does it feel?"
"Warm. And her eyes are gentle."
"Lady," I addressed her, "hold out your other hand to
the first guide and all three of you go home to the Light, the
higher dimension. And I invite any other souls who have
heard my voice to come and follow these three. What
do you see. Eve?"
"Only shadows coming," she said.
"Alice, do you have a message for Eve as you go?" I
inquired.
"Be happy," said the grandmother.
"Eve, do you want to say anything to your grandmother?"
"I love you," whispered Eve, with tears coming.
"Then good-bye, Alice. When you think of her. Eve, your
thoughts and your love will reach her; she will know. But
when she sends you thoughts and her love, you may or may
not know consciously, because we are heavily veiled down
here on the earth-plane.  Good-bye, Alice; I have enjoyed
meeting you. Tell me when she is gone, Eve."
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After a brief pause Eve murmured, "She's gone now."
A recent telephone call to Eve confirms our expectations:
she has had no more acrophobia since this session and
proudly told of driving over one of the more adventures
mountain roads that used to frighten her.


After a brief pause Eve murmured, "She's gone now."
A recent telephone call to Eve confirms our expectations:
she has had no more acrophobia since this session and
proudly told of driving over one of the more adventuresome
mountain roads that used to frighten her.


Joe.
My friend "Joe," a hypnotherapist in late middle age
(now deceased), was a reformed alcoholic who had been
working with alcoholics for twenty years. He had written
a book for reformed alcoholics. But he said he had never
gotten over a craving for alcohol. He wanted to find the
cause of the craving and also to check up on possible
entities within him.
With Joe in hypnosis, I asked for any entity or consciousness in him who was not a part of Joe himself to please come
out and talk with me.
An entity came at once, calling himself C.B. In answer
to my question he told me, "Joe was about thirty-five when
I went into him, at the Lodge (the meeting place for
Alcoholics Anonymous). I was the first one to die in that
Lodge. Joe was shocked. I had cancer but was in the Lodge
for alcoholism. I was real sick for a long time with lung
disease. 
"Joe was good to me; got me in the Lodge. I thought he'd
be glad to have me (come into him). ,  I was a heavy
drinker and a good gambler. I wouldn't let Joe gamble. I
didn't want him to turn out like me-broke. I kept him afraid
to gamble." (C.B. did not seem to perceive that if he were
a good gambler he would not be broke!)
The spiritual guide who came to escort C.B. into the Light
looked "like a picture, like 'Little Boy Blue,' only his clothes


,
He said, "It was above the knee. I don't remember dying.
. . . Whoo! I was making a right turn around the corner and
the car came along and the bumper hit me. 'Goddam, I got
in an accident, didn't I!' I died right there in the street, on
the cobblestones. That bumper flattened me to the ground.
I hit the right side of my head. I got knocked down in the
brain-and I come up and I can see me lyin' there, and my
left leg is killin' me-and I'm out of my body,  and I'm
flyin'.
 I'm flyin.  w|oo-oo, what a ride! Rock n' roll!"
Jim spoke again as himself (though still in hypnosis): "But
people don't know about rock and roll yet!"
I explained, "Harry, in the state you are in, past and future
and present don't make much difference. Now I need to
explain some things to you: Jim has a right to his own body
without anyone else being in it. You have been using his
energy and he feels tired without knowing why. And you
have been trapped inside of him and haven't been progressing on your own spiritual path. You have had fun with him
and have enjoyed the sense of humor together. , "
"We been buddies for years. We've had a good time."
"Yes, and that has been good for you both. But it is time
for you to leave and when you go you can leave him some
of your good humor. " I suggested that he brush out of himself
sadness, sorrow, alcoholism, and so on. He interrupted me:
"Well, I tell you what. I'm not too proud of my life. I
drank a hell of a lot of whiskey. I didn't apply myself to
anything. But I'm not a bad guy. Old Jimmy here, he's a
go-getter." Then with sudden insight he exclaimed, 'That's
why I got into himl He'd do okay on the work and I could
just ride along! ,  I'm tired," he finished.
"Harry, finish brushing out the things you don't want to
keep, like the alcohol addiction. You'll be given a chance to
do better. Now look for a light. , "
"That car knocked the lights outa me! Oh, yeah-let me


tell you how it is: When ya come out of your body, they
raise ya, and ya see your body-and then,  have you
ever-? No, I don't suppose you have-ya kinda hover like
a,  like a spaceship over your body-and it lifts ya, and
you cdiVifly and soarl,  And the Light ye're talkin' about
is the Truth,  and you can/Z>' to the Truth. But fly in' may
get boring after awhile."
"Oh, you won't fly forever! Someone is coming to escort
you to your own right place, much better than this down here
on the earth-plane. And you'll keep the friendship with Jim.
Leave him some of your jesting, too. He needs a little bit."
He asked, "Where didiyou get 'wiz'?"
"I've been learning lots in these past years. Do you know,
Harry, that this is the year 1990 now? And you have been
stuck down here since 1927!"
"I won't argue with you. You want me to go so you can
help Jim. You're helping him. "
"And helping you, too, just as much as Jim. It will be
much better for you, too. See or feel someone coming for
you."
"Well, but you see, the thing is-" He broke off suddenly,
"It's my mother, I think! She has that blue dress on again.
. . . And she has her hair all fixed up! ,  I kinda took care of
her. I oughta go with her now. " He said he preferred not to call
any of his old buddies to go with him. "Oh, no, oh, no, they
drank too much. Just good old boys. Just because they drank,
they weren't bad. But I'll go just with my mother now.
"
"Thank you for coming for Harry, Mother," I said.
"She wants to thank you. Ma'am, for finding me." He
and his mother left, and Jim no longer saw them.
Then it was Robert's turn, but I glanced at my watch and
saw that time was passing fast. When I mentioned Robert,
Jim (still in hypnosis) laughed, "Ha, you're going to love
him! I see a ship, a fourmaster. Robert sails. He is in



seventeenth century clothes, twenty-six, a real handsome
fellow: ruddy-white skin, black hair pulled back in a bun,
sharp features, bold. He's the captain. English, he's
English, all right- a damn pirate!"
I spoke to him. "Robert, it is time for us to stop now, so
I ask you to remain quiet in Jim until I can talk to you next
time he comes. Just round up your personality into a
comfortable little ball and stay quiet within him."
"Oh, Madam, you ask a difficult task! When a ship is
sighted I might go off on my own. You wait until my heist
is over. There's no time then', we're too busy!,  We'll go
now." He did promise me that during this interval he would
not kill nor injure anyone, and that when I called next time
he would come to us. It sounded as if he felt free to leave
Jim and return to him.
Robert was ready and waiting when Jim went into
hypnosis at the next session. It was Jim's own rational mind
that did not believe he was present: "I cannot see or hear him.
There is a handicap." The handicap was only in Jim's own
conscious mind, not in his subconscious awareness, for the
conversation with Robert continued easily, through Jim's voice.
Robert said that he had been in his ship-one that he had
simply boarded in full daylight in Plymouth Harbor in 1614
and used as his private vessel. When I asked him gently if
he was "what people call a pirate" he paused quite a moment
before answering "yes." But Jim was aware of Robert's
feelings that he was no ordinary "pirate," for he felt that he
was superior to the others, had a sense of discrimination-never attacking "just any ship" but selecting only those
with treasure, and that he had "a sense of honor."
It was in 1617, he said, that southwest of the British Isles
the ship was struck by a storm astern: "Water came in
through the back, the water caught me forced,
forced-the /orc^ of the water was like it just burst me out


of my heart, out of the ocean-and down, sucking my body
down. It caught me in the right side and forced me up to a
corner of the ceiUng of the galley, and pushed me through
my body, through my heart, I was free of the ship,
I rose out of the water and up, It was dark."He
shuddered.
"Was it cold, Robert?"
"Not so much cold as dark."
"How old was Jim when you found him?"
"Seven. He needed ,  he needed a father." He suddenly
sobbed.
"And you felt you could be a father to him?"
"No-just a, a friend. " (I did not ask whether the sobs
belonged to the seven-year-old child or to Robert.)
I told Robert that he could "just pretend that all the
dark, heavy things like anger, hate, jealousy, regrets,
selfishness, greed, egotism-that all of those are like a
filthy old overcoat, and just shed it from you and throw
it away! You keep the wisdom you have learned but get
rid of that heavy dark overcoat." He indicated that he was
doing so. "And remember, Robert, that gentleness and
humility can be strengths. Look inside yourself now and
see the bright things there: courage, independence, and
wisdom.,  And now think: Did someone ever love
you? A parent, a dog, a woman?"
"Yes-a woman-Rachel."
Remembering her, he could see the Light, "like light from
the sun in the clouds,  when the sun is setting ,  I'm
going off the ship ,  to starboard,  into the Light!
Yes,  and Anna, my little daughter, is coming. She looks
at me, and takes my left hand."
He went with little Anna into the Light, "and blue takes
its place," added Jim, when the light had withdrawn. He did
not explain the color, and I did not inquire.


Then I asked about the next entity in Jim. The fingers said
there was none. There was a little uncertainty from the
fingers, "yes" and "no"-that one entity wanted to come out
but another wanted to remain hidden. After awhile I asked
if one or more of them were ready to go into the Light.
"Yes."
"Are all of you willing to go?"
"Yes."
Jim spoke, "I see a woman-in a carriage. She's in a black
dress. Dark circles around her eyes,  angelic look. She's
looking out. , "
I spoke to her. "Lady, Jim sees you. Why don't you
change the color of your dress to a beautiful light blue? And
make your eyes bright and clear, and smile? Look for the
Light, Lady. That's the right direction."
"She's changing-her eyes are bright.,  The horse and
carriage are moving into the clouds, silvery-lined, beautiful
clouds. The horse's color has changed from gray to dappled
white. She goes with majesty."
I did not ask more about the lady's story, for time was
now short, but we felt that she was safely on her way into
the Light. Questioning Jim's fingers told us that he was now
free of all invading entities and that this work was enough
for today. The superconscious mind, answering through
Jim's fingers, also said that there was no other important
reason for Jim's insomnia.
On returning to full awareness, Jim apologized, "I don't
know whether my thoughts of being conscious were a
handicap. I tried to go deep for you." I laughed, because he
had been so deep in hypnosis that at times his voice was
barely audible.
And then a remarkable sequel occurred. Jim, the
down-to-earth, left-brain type who had no previous expe-
rience of this sort, sat up on the cot and, gazing across


the room, began to describe in detail how Robert had
obtained his ship. He described the town of Plymouth, "up
here, above the harbor," and told where the owner of the
ship was- "in a house right here. He's middle-aged, has
white knee-high stockings and knee-length pants, and he's
rounded [gesturing to show a round belly] and he's really
upset about something. Something about the barrels isn't
right. They contain white powder- sugar? No, I don't
know what it is.,  Robert knows where the crew is and
where the owner is. He and his crew just board the ship
in midafternoon. Only two men are on board as guards.
One just shrugs and thinks, 'Why should I fight and die
for what little pay I get?' He tells the other guard, 'Come
on, let's go,' and they just leave. Robert and the crew
have to get the ship out of harbor while the wind is right.
They just sail off, tacking back and forth."
When I expressed amazement that Jim was now "reading
the Akashic Records," no longer expressing Robert's individual words and thoughts, he explained to me, "I just tell
what I see." To him it was as simple as that, and he seemed
amused at my interest in his sudden exhibition of psychic
sensitivity.
Jim felt that his early-morning wakefulness was probably
from Robert's influence. As captain, Robert was a light sleeper
and may have had a habit of waking to check the ship mentally
during the night. Jim had been specific that the time of his own
waking was 3:36 a.m. Undoubtedly there was a reason for such
pinpoint accuracy but I had not remembered to ask the
questions that would have explained it. If a question is not
asked, the client seldom offers information voluntarily because
of the slight drowsiness of the altered state. After returning to
full awareness, however, the client may fill in many details
which were not verbalized during the hypnotic state. In Jim's
case the surprise was that he relapsed spontaneously back

into an altered state and was "reading" what he saw, world
memories (Akashic Records, the Memory of Nature).
A month later I phoned Jim's home to check on one or
two points in my written account. His wife answered and
reported that although both of them still had restless periods
in the early morning (as also do a good many other people
these days) and still had "strange dreams-not nightmares,"
Jim now slept "definitely better than before, is a lot more
restful than before, and he feels such a relief-has no
anxieties anymore; the pressure is off." Laughing, she
added, "He is easier to live with now, and it was a joy to
live with him before. I don't know how much more of this
I can stand!"
(Doctor  Winafred Lucas included Jim's story in her two-vol-
ume work, Regression Therapy: a Handbookfor Profession-
als [1993]). I want to express my appreciation to her for
allowing me to use it here. Jim himself gave me full
permission to use his real name, though I have chosen to use
only his first name here.)


are white. He's kinda pale-long brown hair-nice-looking,
lotta love in his eyes ,  a nice person."
A hardened, sullied adult entity may regress back to the
innocence of childhood as he sheds the earth-heaviness and
returns "home." In this instance it was not the entity himself
who appeared as a child but his guide, a being he could trust
and love.
After Joe returned to normal consciousness he said that
he remembered C.B. very well. C.B.'s craving for alcohol
had apparently been added to his own. C.B. thought that Joe,
as a good friend, "would be glad to have me," a typical
attitude for obsessing entities who feel friendly. They have
no understanding of the mutual disadvantages.
Joe's craving was markedly diminished after C.B. was
gone.

Ted.
Sometimes a parasitic entity may try to convince the
therapist that the relationship is a real benefit to the host; and
in some respects, perhaps it may actually be so.
In one case the host, "Ted," was a blind man in a
responsible professional career and the trapped entity was a
young male paraplegic, "Tim," who tried to persuade me,
speaking through the host, that he was the source of the blind
host's remarkable clairvoyant seeing.
"Ted is my legs and I am Ted's eyes," he told me.
For a moment I was at a loss, not wanting to expel the entity
if that would take away the only sight that Ted did have. It
occurred to me to ask Ted (in hypnosis) if he had a guide or
master. He said yes, and told me the name of his master.
I asked the master if he would please tell me what to do.
He said (through Ted's voice), "Louise, let me handle this.
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Tim is not Ted's eyes; Ted's vision is his own. Tim, come
on down, move down in Ted's body ,  on down, 
farther on down.,  Let him go, Ted,  clear down into
his feet.,  Let him go, Ted!,  Now, Louise, you can
take it from here."
All this time I had been sitting silent and passive except
for writing down what was coming from Ted's lips.
When Tim was turned over to me, I reminded him that
"thoughts are very powerful where you are. Just think
yourself well, come clear out of Ted and stand up on
your own strong legs, with your head up, your shoul-
ders back,  ," thus using the powers of mental/emo-
tional forces to assist Tim to transform his astral limbs,
still paralyzed simply because he had expected them to
be, into straight, useful, healthy astral limbs. This type
of healing is almost always swift and complete for disem-
bodied souls. (For bodies that are still living it is a slower
process but still powerful: "mind over matter.")
I thanked Ted's master for his invaluable assistance. Both
Ted and Tim were free now. Ted still had his astral vision
and Tim had useful legs again!

Dolores.
Occasionally an invader feels that it is helpful to the host
in psychological or social ways. Such an entity was Dolores,
who said (through the man she had entered) that she was a
seamstress in an English factory and had died in 1844.
Dolores was a "child-soul," self-centered, cheerful, lacking
both foresight and hindsight, and socially insensitive. She
described herself thus:
"I didn't have much religion,  just enjoyed living, 
was carefree,  didn't have much responsibility. I wasn't
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married. I got sick- something inside of me was wrong. I
had a lot of pain. Might have been pregnant, I don't know.
I enjoyed sex a lot.,  There were no doctors. I just died, 
went into 'Ben' when he was twenty-one; I chose him
because of his energies. He needs to be himself. He wasn't
much fun-too serious. Maybe I'm not serious enough. It
was interesting to watch him. He went through a lot of
conflict and felt strange whenever he was having fun."
"Maybe you helped him have fun," I suggested.
"True. But he's helped me, too.,  He's a sour-
puss-don't enjoy nothin'. Too responsible. But he seems to
have purpose. "
"Maybe that conflict was due to you, Dolores."
"True. It's like we are opposites."
"Now, Dolores, what would you like for your new life
outside of Ben?"
"A pretty dress!"
"No, not anything earthly like that. What charac-
teristics?" (She seemed to consider.) "Are you ready to start
growing up now?"
"Yes. Watching Ben was interesting; I was watching
what ht feels and goes through. It's easier to understand
others this way, when I'm inside him. It's hard to do when
you are in a physical body.,  And he experiences me but
doesn't know it.,  He's trying to learn so much it scares
him. My feelings are so different, and he feels them; and
his heart is drawn toward it but his mind doesn't know how
to put it together. What he was taught by society is so
different from these things., He's showed me a side of
life I didn't know. I didn't relate to others or understand
others. He showed me there are two sides: enjoyment and
responsibility, and you have to get them together.,  Ben
helped me to learn to think.
"He doesn't trust his feelings," she went on. "I trust my

feelings. I feel good about myself. It makes Ben feel strange;
he feels he shouldn't feel good about himself."
She began to talk about "people in churches-they look
like they enjoy suffering, women more than men. They say,
'Think this, feel that. ' They can't get the two together. Ben's
changed his attimde toward women, and that's nice."
"Have you changed yours toward men? Men are more
than just toys for you to play with, you know. They are
human beings just as much as you are. Are you seeing deeper
into men now?"
"Yes. I think more about the qualities of men than I used
to. There are men who are good. It's like watching hearts.
Women seem to do it easier."
"Maybe in your next life you may choose to be a man?"
I hinted slyly.
Dolores paused, then sighed. "That would be an experience!
It would be an experience to see why they act as they do."
"Before you go, Dolores, do you think you could make
a gift to Ben of some of your joyousness? As you say, he is
too serious."
"Yes," she agreed at once.
"It has been fun talking to you, Dolores."
"Thank you," was her final word as she went into the
Light. "Good-bye, and thank you."
In this example it did appear that the obsessive rela-
tionship had been of genuine help to both parties in several
ways, even though a definite problem in certain others.
The host, after being released from Dolores and several
other entities, thanked me repeatedly with big carefree
smiles. I wondered if the gift from Dolores (the name
means "Sorrows"-not at all appropriate for her) was
already taking effect in Ben!


Annie.
This intelligent vigorous young woman had been having
difficulties in the movement class she has been taking. On a
recent hike, a companion commented on her "funny"
gait- an odd movement in walking of which "Annie" had
not been aware. She did know that her right hip had given
her problems for many years- a condition diagnosed as
"ideopathic sinovitis," which means that the doctors didn't
know what the cause of the inflammation was. Her right knee
also gave her trouble. She said that her right leg felt "like a
club."
With only this much information we decided to find out
first of all whether all these problems were her own or
belonged to an obsessing entity in her. It was no surprise to
me when her "yes" finger indicated that there was such an
entity present; in fact, there were "three or more," said the
"yes" finger.
Following the general formula of calling out first the
strongest entity present (although I do not know how the
strongest one is selected!), we found old Cleo, who described
himself this way:
"I'm an old man-gray beard, seventy-five or eighty
years old. I entered Annie when she was being bom, 
don't know why I chose her. I was gnarled with arthritis,
hands like claws, had pain and stiffness in my body. I was
shrunken. It was in Finland. I had no family, was just alone
in the cold, in a little cottage in the snow. I cut wood, sold
it; not sure anyone paid anything for it. I see a big pack of
wood on my shoulder. Maybe I was just surviving. Got
reindeer meat for food. I set lines in the woods; the reindeer
tripped on them. No visitors. I'm all alone., 
"I got banished from my village. The people of the town


were throwing things at me. 'Dirty old man, get away from
the children!' They said I had been hurting the children. It's
about the boys. They said I corrupted them. We smoked and
drank together. ,  I didn't do anything that everyone else
didn't do. I slept around with the teenage girls in the village.
The other men slept around with them, too-oh, yeah! But
I didn't have a wife. The wives knew that their husbands
were sleeping around-everybody knew. Everybody pre-
tended they didn't."
I asked, "How did the girls feel? Did they feel everyone
was hypocritical?"
"They thought it was great. The girls thought they were
special, important."
Asked to review his life, Cleo saw himself banished as a
young man after being stoned out of the village, and going
on a ship to "a blue-green sea-the Mediterranean"-where
he had found a woman and lived the life of a pirate. Years
later as an old broken man he went back to Finland to die,
broken because "I never did anything good." He admitted
voluntarily that he stole, robbed, cheated., 
"You have honesty, Cleo," I told him; "that is a good
start. And you have perseverance. Now get rid of the
self-centeredness, greed, cheating, and lying; brush out the
arthritis, the gnarledness.,  Are you doing all this?"
Suddenly smiling, Cleo exclaimed, "I can stand up, way
tall!" No longer was he "shrunken." And when he had also
cleaned up his feelings and thoughts he said he had become
"a chubby blond cherub." (This type of transformation back
to the innocence of childhood has been encountered every
now and then as hardened entities "clean themselves up"
preparatory to going on into a realm of astral peace.)
"Now clean up Annie's body, fix up everything that you
brought into her," I instructed him.
"I've cleaned out her hip, but the knee is stuck. It's not
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loosened. The knee is not me; something else is in the knee, 
but the bones ( in the hip) are all shiny now!" He smiled.
As releasements usually go, Cleo should have been ready
now to go at once into the Light. It turned out that there was
another difficulty. Although Cleo could see a light, it was only
"a little pin-hole. I can squeeze into it,  got my arms
through,  pretty tight around the shoulders; they are too wide."
Asked to discover why the shoulders were too wide, Cleo
murmured, "A lump in my chest- like a piece of fat; heh,
looks like a piece of tofu, but it's guts-no, a piece of
brain-no, a big fat cow's tongue.
By questioning we found that the "big tongue" was a
symbol of "all the awful things I've said to my wife: 'You
make me sick. You're repulsive. You disgust me. You're
not worth the time of day'.,  She says nothing."
"Go into her mind, " I instructed, "contact her thoughts.
"
"She's shrinking into a puddle on the floor, with pleading
eyes. I've destroyed her. Nothing there but black oil with
eyes on top." (Tears came; Cleo said they were his wife's
tears.) "Talk to her," I suggested.
"That was the only language I knew. I learned it from my
mother-my mother talking to my sister.,  No, she didn't
talk to me that way. I'm her favorite, yep."
"So you grew up and talked like that to your wife, a
female? Talk to the puddle on the floor as your mother used
to talk to you."
"'You're my favorite'.,  But I don't mean that. She's
not good enough; she deserves it (the things I tell her)."
Firmly I stated, "Now I am canceling out those bitter
things that you said to her, and the things your mother said
to your sister."
"But if I'm wrong, I won't be her favorite! I can 't tell the
truth, she won't love me any more!" he wept. "I'm a bully;
I pick on everyone. I haven't told her."
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"You are a bully to your wife now, as your mother was
a bully to your sister."
"She drove my sister crazy, drove her into a mental
instimtion and she died."
"And you drove your wife crazy; you drove her into a
black puddle and she died. It's time to get rid of that
attimde!" (Cleo nodded.) "Cleo, you do have honesty to
look at yourself closely. Take that lump out of your chest,
throw it on the ground, give it a push with your foot. You
don't want to keep it. You say it aches? It is melting away
now into clear, pure water, flowing over the black puddle,
calming and soothing and comforting. The eyes are closing
in restfulness. When they open, there is hope in them. The
eyes are looking at you, hoping. What do you say to the
eyes?"
Cleo's answer was a whisper, "I'm sorry,  I'm sorry."
Then in sudden astonishment, "A whole body has formed
up! I wish I hadn't,  Look at her! I never noticed before.
She's gorgeous!"
"What do you want to say to her now?"
"'Well, you are some dameV He said that she felt
vindicated now, and he felt relieved. He saw the light
above him now as "a big manhole. I've been in the black
slime of a sewer. I'm looking up (through the manhole)
at blue sky."
The rest was simple and easy from here on. Cleo saw a
cherub coming "just to take you to heaven," but said his wife
would have to wait. "It's not her time yet; she has to regain
her joy."
We were told that we could not help her further today,
so I bade Cleo good-bye and thanked the cherub for coming.
Then I called the next strongest entity in Annie. This was
a seventeen-year-old girl, Gladys, who had entered Annie
when Annie, too, was that age.


















,.
He said, "It was above the knee. I don't remember dying.
,  Whoo! I was making a right turn around the corner and
the car came along and the bumper hit me. 'Goddam, I got
in an accident, didn't I!' I died right there in the street, on
the cobblestones. That bumper flattened me to the ground.
I hit the right side of my head. I got knocked down in the
brain-and I come up and I can see me lyin' there, and my
left leg is killin' me-and I'm out of my body,  and I'm
flyin',  I'm flyin,  woo-oo, what a ride! Rock n' roll!"
Jim spoke again as himself (though still in hypnosis): "But
people don't know about rock and roll yet!"
I explained, "Harry, in the state you are in, past and future
and present don't make much difference. Now I need to
explain some things to you: Jim has a right to his own body
without anyone else being in it. You have been using his
energy and he feels tired without knowing why. And you
have been trapped inside of him and haven't been progress-
ing on your own spiritual path. You have had fun with him
and have enjoyed the sense of humor together. , "
"We been buddies for years. We've had a good time."
"Yes, and that has been good for you both. But it is time
for you to leave and when you go you can leave him some
of your good humor. " I suggested that he brush out of himself
sadness, sorrow, alcoholism, and so on. He interrupted me:
"Well, I tell you what. I'm not too proud of my life. I
drank a hell of a lot of whiskey. I didn't apply myself to
anything. But I'm not a bad guy. Old Jimmy here, he's a
go-getter." Then with sudden insight he exclaimed, That's
why I got into himl He'd do okay on the work and I could
just ride along!, I'm tired," he finished.
"Harry, finish brushing out the things you don't want to
keep, like the alcohol addiction. You'll be given a chance to
do better. Now look for a light. , "
"That car knocked the lights outa me! Oh, yeah-let me

tell you how it is: When ya come out of your body, they
raise ya, and ya see your body-and then,  have you
ever-? No, I don't suppose you have-ya kinda hover like
a,  like a spaceship over your body-and it lifts ya, and
you cdiVifly and soarl,  And the Light ye're talkin' about
is the Truth,  and you can/Z>' to the Truth. But fly in' may
get boring after awhile."
"Oh, you won't fly forever! Someone is coming to escort
you to your own right place, much better than this down here
on the earth-plane. And you'll keep the friendship with Jim.
Leave him some of your jesting, too. He needs a little bit."
He asked, "Where didiyou get 'wiz'?"
"I've been learning lots in these past years. Do you know,
Harry, that this is the year 1990 now? And you have been
stuck down here since 1927!"
"I won't argue with you. You want me to go so you can
help Jim. You're helping him. "
"And helping you, too, just as much as Jim. It will be
much better for you, too. See or feel someone coming for
you."
"Well, but you see, the thing is-" He broke off suddenly,
"It's my mother, I think! She has that blue dress on again.  And she has her hair all fixed up!, I kinda took care of
her. I oughta go with her now. " He said he preferred not to call
any of his old buddies to go with him. "Oh, no, oh, no, they
drank too much. Just good old boys. Just because they drank,
they weren't bad. But I'll go just with my mother now.
"
"Thank you for coming for Harry, Mother," I said.
"She wants to thank you. Ma'am, for finding me." He
and his mother left, and Jim no longer saw them.
Then it was Robert's turn, but I glanced at my watch and
saw that time was passing fast. When I mentioned Robert,
Jim (still in hypnosis) laughed, "Ha, you're going to love
him! I see a ship, a fourmaster. Robert sails. He is in


seventeenth century clothes, twenty-six, a real handsome
fellow: ruddy-white skin, black hair pulled back in a bun,
sharp features, bold. He's the captain. English,  he's
English, all right- a damn pirate!"
I spoke to him. "Robert, it is time for us to stop now, so
I ask you to remain quiet in Jim until I can talk to you next
time he comes. Just round up your personality into a
comfortable little ball and stay quiet within him. , "
"Oh, Madam, you ask a difficult task! When a ship is
sighted I might go off on my own. You wait until my heist
is over. There's no time then', we're too busy!,  We'll go
now." He did promise me that during this interval he would
not kill nor injure anyone, and that when I called next time
he would come to us. It sounded as if he felt free to leave
Jim and return to him.
Robert was ready and waiting when Jim went into
hypnosis at the next session. It was Jim's own rational mind
that did not believe he was present: "I cannot see or hear him.
There is a handicap." The handicap was only in Jim's own
conscious mind, not in his subconscious awareness, for the
conversation with Robert continued easily, through Jim's voice.
Robert said that he had been in his ship-one that he had
simply boarded in full daylight in Plymouth Harbor in 1614
and used as his private vessel. When I asked him gently if
he was "what people call a pirate" he paused quite a moment
before answering "yes." But Jim was aware of Robert's
feelings that he was no ordinary "pirate," for he felt that he
was superior to the others, had a sense of discrimina-
tion-never attacking "just any ship" but selecting only those
with treasure, and that he had "a sense of honor."
It was in 1617, he said, that southwest of the British Isles
the ship was struck by a storm astern: "Water came in
through the back, the water caught me,  forced, 
forced-the /orc^ of the water was like it just burst me out

of my heart, out of the ocean-and down, sucking my body
down. It caught me in the right side and forced me up to a
corner of the ceiUng of the galley, and pushed me through
my body, through my heart, I was free of the ship, 
I rose out of the water and up, It was dark, "He
shuddered.
"Was it cold, Robert?"
"Not so much cold as dark."
"How old was Jim when you found him?"
"Seven. He needed, he needed a father." He suddenly
sobbed.
"And you felt you could be a father to him?"
"No-just a, a friend. " (I did not ask whether the sobs
belonged to the seven-year-old child or to Robert.)
I told Robert that he could "just pretend that all the
dark, heavy things like anger, hate, jealousy, regrets,
selfishness, greed, egotism-that all of those are like a
filthy old overcoat, and just shed it from you and throw
it away! You keep the wisdom you have learned but get
rid of that heavy dark overcoat." He indicated that he was
doing so. "And remember, Robert, that gentleness and
humility can be strengths. Look inside yourself now and
see the bright things there: courage, independence, and
wisdom,  And now think: Did someone ever love
you? A parent, a dog, a woman?"
"Yes-a woman-Rachel."
Remembering her, he could see the Light, "like light from
the sun in the clouds. when the sun is setting. I'm
going off the ship. to starboard. into the Light!
Yes,  and Anna, my little daughter, is coming. She looks
at me, and takes my left hand."
He went with little Anna into the Light, "and blue takes
its place," added Jim, when the light had withdrawn. He did
not explain the color, and I did not inquire.
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Then I asked about the next entity in Jim. The fingers said
there was none. There was a little uncertainty from the
fingers, "yes" and "no"-that one entity wanted to come out
but another wanted to remain hidden. After awhile I asked
if one or more of them were ready to go into the Light.
"Yes."
"Are all of you willing to go?"
"Yes."
Jim spoke, "I see a woman-in a carriage. She's in a black
dress. Dark circles around her eyes,  angelic look. She's
looking out. , "
I spoke to her. "Lady, Jim sees you. Why don't you
change the color of your dress to a beautiful light blue? And
make your eyes bright and clear, and smile? Look for the
Light, Lady. That's the right direction."
"She's changing-her eyes are bright,  The horse and
carriage are moving into the clouds, silvery-lined, beautiful
clouds. The horse's color has changed from gray to dappled
white. She goes with majesty."
I did not ask more about the lady's story, for time was
now short, but we felt that she was safely on her way into
the Light. Questioning Jim's fingers told us that he was now
free of all invading entities and that this work was enough
for today. The superconscious mind, answering through
Jim's fingers, also said that there was no other important
reason for Jim's insomnia.
On returning to full awareness, Jim apologized, "I don't
know whether my thoughts of being conscious were a
handicap. I tried to go deep for you." I laughed, because he
had been so deep in hypnosis that at times his voice was
barely audible.
And then a remarkable sequel occurred. Jim, the
down-to-earth, left-brain type who had no previous expe-
rience of this sort, sat up on the cot and, gazing across


the room, began to describe in detail how Robert had
obtained his ship. He described the town of Plymouth, "up
here, above the harbor," and told where the owner of the
ship was- "in a house right here. He's middle-aged, has
white knee-high stockings and knee-length pants, and he's
rounded [gesturing to show a round belly] and he's really
upset about something. Something about the barrels isn't
right. They contain white powder- sugar? No, I don't
know what it is,  Robert knows where the crew is and
where the owner is. He and his crew just board the ship
in midafternoon. Only two men are on board as guards.
One just shrugs and thinks, 'Why should I fight and die
for what little pay I get?' He tells the other guard, 'Come
on, let's go,' and they just leave. Robert and the crew
have to get the ship out of harbor while the wind is right.
They just sail off, tacking back and forth."
When I expressed amazement that Jim was now "reading
the Akashic Records," no longer expressing Robert's indi-
vidual words and thoughts, he explained to me, "I just tell
what I see." To him it was as simple as that, and he seemed
amused at my interest in his sudden exhibition of psychic
sensitivity.
Jim felt that his early-morning wakefulness was probably
from Robert's influence. As captain, Robert was a light sleeper
and may have had a habit of waking to check the ship mentally
during the night. Jim had been specific that the time of his own
waking was 3:36 a.m. Undoubtedly there was a reason for such
pinpoint accuracy but I had not remembered to ask the
questions that would have explained it. If a question is not
asked, the client seldom offers information voluntarily because
of the slight drowsiness of the altered state. After returning to
full awareness, however, the client may fill in many details
which were not verbalized during the hypnotic state. In Jim's
case the surprise was that he relapsed spontaneously back

into an altered state and was "reading" what he saw, world
memories (Akashic Records, the Memory of Nature).
A month later I phoned Jim's home to check on one or
two points in my written account. His wife answered and
reported that although both of them still had restless periods
in the early morning (as also do a good many other people
these days) and still had "strange dreams-not nightmares,"
Jim now slept "definitely better than before, is a lot more
restful than before, and he feels such a relief-has no
anxieties anymore; the pressure is off." Laughing, she
added, "He is easier to live with now, and it was a joy to
live with him before. I don't know how much more of this
I can stand!"
(Doctor  Winafred Lucas included Jim's story in her two-vol-
ume work, Regression Therapy: a Handbookfor Profession-
als [1993]). I want to express my appreciation to her for
allowing me to use it here. Jim himself gave me full
permission to use his real name, though I have chosen to use
only his first name here.)
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chapter 4
RELEASEMENT IN ABSENTIA,
IE., REMOTE RELEASEMENT
Gradually more and more psychotherapists are finding
the concept of Spirit Releasement extremely useful as a
therapeutic approach and are becoming open to new and
nontraditional ways to use it. One of these I have already
mentioned: that of performing releasements without the
presence of the victim/client. Drs. Edith Fiore and William
Baldwin seem to be the first of the modern therapists to use
and teach Remote Releasement.
Necessity has been the chief factor in my own use of remote
techniques for releasing entrapped entities. When the person I
suspected of being obsessed was a child or was someone living
at a distance, it simply seemed sensible for me to ask a coworker
or a relative of the supposed victim to be a channel for any
invading entities. As hypnotists know, time and space in the
altered state of consciousness are far more malleable and far
less important than time and space "as we know them" in
ordinary waking consciousness. And so I began what is now
called Remote Releasement in those cases that needed interven-
tion without the physical presence of the client.



But what of obtaining the permission of the absent client?
For babies and children, I felt that the permission of a parent
was sufficient. For older persons, permission by telephone
or letter was enough. But in cases when the person suspected
of being obsessed was not aware of my suspicion, what
should I do, especially if he or she might be amazed (or
worse) at the idea of this work?
As several other therapists have also decided, I felt that
in cases that seemed clearly to need such intervention, I
could ask my coworker in hypnosis to contact the Higher
Mind of the absent one and ask the Higher Mind if we
had permission to release any parasitic entities. If the
answer was no, we would abide by that, at least for the
present session. At a future one I might repeat the
question, possibly rephrasing it. If a second no was given,
I might ask the reason; but in any case we would do no
work along that line for that person.

Very seldom was the answer no, for the Higher Self of
every person is wise, compassionate, perceptive, and always
desirous of whatever is spiritually best for the lower self.
When the client's Higher Self said it was all right for us to
do a releasement, even in an unknowing person, we went
ahead confidently.

In one case when the answer was a no, we were told firmly
that the person was not yet ready to deal with so great a
change as a releasement would cause in the person's internal
psyche; it would only confuse and start questionings. In a
different situation concerning a man, when I received a no,
I objected, "But he is a friend of mine. If I am a true friend,
won't I want to prevent him from making a serious spiritual
mistake, either by telling him of the danger or else doing
work for him in his absence?"
The answer was an emphatic, "No! It is not your respon-
sibility. He has free will. If he leaves the 'Right-hand Path'



[makes a spiritually unwise decision] eventually he will
return."
Sadly I felt that perhaps the "eventual return" might be
in a future lifetime. I accepted the channeled decree, how-
ever, for it came from a high source. Nan Taylor's master.
(I had not yet learned at that time that I could have called
the man's Higher Mind.)
As mentioned earlier, Eugene Maurey performs all his
"exorcisms" remotely, using a pendulum over a chart to
decipher the characteristics and needs of a person whose
name has been sent to him and the characteristics and
strength of the entities in that person. Then he follows a
verbal formula, asking Higher Beings to extract the parasitic
entities. His book, Exorcism (1988), gives his technique in
detail.


Doctor  Irene Hickman uses by choice the remote method of
releasement for the cases she describes in her book. Remote
Depossession (1994), although she has also performed re-
leasements directly. Doctor  Hickman's reason for choosing the
remote method is to keep the personality factors of the
host-person from possibly influencing the results, her goal
being to provide reliable material for research projects,
noting the condition and complaints of the subjects (clients)
both before and after the remote releasement.
As Baldwin points out, when we do a releasement di-
rectly, the client herself is the "channel," for the entity is
already there; whereas with a Remote Releasement a third
person is the channel, receptive in hypnosis, and the entity
in the absent client is called to come and speak through the
channel.
In my own practice I have found so little difference either
in technique or in results that I do not think of one case as
"direct" and another as "remote." It is only because some
people reading these chapters may still wonder about the



feasibility of Remote Releasements that I make a separate
chapter for some of my own cases.
"Half-Remote Releasement" by Telephone
(Geographically Remote)
A sort of "half-remote" releasement technique was also
the result of necessity. As mentioned earlier, with each new
client I routinely ask permission and "cue" her to enter the
hypnotic state thereafter at the sound of my voice as I speak
two or three certain words (such as "Rest now") and have
also programmed her to respond from the subconscious level
through an ideomotor fmger answer, one fmger having been
programmed to be the "yes" fmger, another the "no" fmger.
Then sometimes sessions need not even require an interme-
diate channel, courtesy of the telephone system.


Elsie
One of the first such cases that I attempted in this manner
was that of a first-grade teacher, "Elsie." She telephoned me
from several hundred miles away, telling me of irrational
fears, inability to think clearly, and feelings of desperation
because her schedule for the children had fallen far behind in
some subjects. These symptoms were of fairly recent onset.
Since she had previously been cued to go into hypnosis
at my voice, I suggested that she make herself comfortable
with the phone receiver propped to her ear and the
mouthpiece near her lips; I spoke the cue-words; she went
into the altered state; and we went right into a suspected
releasement.


Her "yes" finger moved, she told me, at my question, "Is
there any mind or consciousness in Elsie that does not belong
to her?"
I thanked the entity for letting me know of its presence,
and asked it to put the thought of its name into Elsie's mind;
and she said the name "Ephraim" came. After this, however,
there were very few verbalized answers to my questions;
almost all were fmger-answers which she reported to me. It
became a game of "Twenty Questions" several times over!
In this way, however, we learned that the entity, Ephraim,
was a forty-year-old mentally retarded man full of terrible
fear. There was something about a wolf-no, maybe not a
wolf but a big dog. It was coming, it was threatening and
growling, it was leaping. Ephraim tried to protect his head
with his arm, and the dog's teeth sank into the arm.
Eventually the dog managed to reach Ephraim' s throat, and
in a panic of pain and suffocation Ephraim died. He continued
to experience the fear and the mental dullness of his earth-life
and brought them into Elsie when he found and entered her.
Undoubtedly he sought someone like her because he felt he
would be safe in a gentle person who cared for children-feel-
ing, as he did, like a hurt, frightened child himself.
I followed the usual formula over the telephone, and
Ephraim finally saw some light; he even saw someone
coming toward him-a kind-looking man; but the man's face
began to change and become blank and then even rather
unfriendly.
With my limited knowledge at that time I did not know
how to ascertain for sure whether this was another lost soul
looking for help or actually a guide for Ephraim. Therefore
at a later session with a friend as channel I checked up on
poor Ephraim and learned that he had gone Home safely.
Elsie and I decided that he had so often seen friendly faces
change into cold faces on sensing his mental limitations that





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But forgiveness was not quite complete, for she added,
"Sometimes I still feel hate. , "
She seemed to wander off and no longer responded to my
voice.
In Cheryl there was also little Petie, almost four, who had
fallen over a log as he played with his dog and had drowned
in a creek. When I asked for a guide his granddad came for
him. Petie called his dog and could hear Bingo barking but
could not see him. (Probably the dog was still in a living
body but was aware of Petie 's call.) Petie asked me to thank
the nice lady who had given him the "warm quiet place" that
he had found after seeing his body in the water.
A third entity in Cheryl was the soul of a fems that had
miscarried. It told us that spiritual counselors had insisted
before its conception that it needed to come back to the
earthplane for more experience and learning.
"I thought I wanted to be born-but I didn't, so I wanted
to go back-but I didn't make it back (to the spiritual plane).
"
"You mean that you felt your first decision was a mistake?"
"Yes, a mistake-my mistake and their mistake, too!"
The infant soul said that no one killed its body, "I just wanted
to go back. " It was seven months along when the child's soul
left it. "The baby's body died, and it was just a body. I left.
. . . The lady died."
Charlene as channel, feeling the baby's feelings and
knowing its thoughts, and I as facilitator, both had the
distinct impression that this little soul did need more earth
experience to tone down its flippant don't-care attitude and
its casual way of making decisions that it shortly changed its
mind about!
After typing out this session and sending it to my friend
in Santa Fe, I received back some weeks later a note, "I've
thought of you so often and all you did for us and my friend
Cheryl. She's much improved and was grateful for your
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prayers and your friend's, too." The word "much" was
underlined with a dark sweep!
lack
This session with Charlene was for a doctor friend of
mine, "Jack," who had an alcohol problem along with a
chronic depressive attitude toward nearly everything in his
life. He had helped himself to a degree with self-hypnosis
but could not overcome those two main problems. He
willingly acquiesced when I asked him on the phone if he
wanted us to see if a remote releasement would help. Several
entities had already been released with Jack himself on the
long-distance telephone.
Charlene placed herself in hypnosis, and I asked for the
strongest entity in Jack to come and tell us his name.
"My,  name,  is,  Fred," came the answer very
deliberately.
He said he was "old"-aged forty-five but felt old both
physically and emotionally. He had drunk alcohol since his
teens. "Not especially unhappy" but "always felt sad. " Thought
that if he drank he would "have fun, a lot of fun, but I always
felt sad,  sometimes drank too much. People said, 'There's
nothing more disgusting than a drunk that cries.'"
Asked if his parents had been happy together, he said they
hadn't acted so. Asked if they loved him, he said, "I always
wondered." He could recall no time his parents showed him
affection since he was "little and cute. I'd sing. People
thought I was cute."
On the last day of his life he "had about decided to do
something about the drinking. I was pretty sober; had told a
friend I'd go to an AA meeting with him. ,  It was really
funny, really funny: I started walking out to meet my friend
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and saw a car coming-the light changed-I didn't stop- and
the car hit me. You know what was so funny? The fellow
driving the car was drunk! Sort of poetic justice ,  I
never killed anybody but I never made anybody happy
either.,  Nobody ever made me happy, either."
Fred looked at his injured body. "It doesn't look like it
could go to any meeting. The head is all squashed, the brain.
It's had it." But he went in spirit to the meeting, was
interested in some of the things said and asked questions,
which were ignored. "Nobody listened. I thought that no-
body cared about me."
I explained, "But they didn't know you were there. They
did care about you. Find your friend. Contact his mind. What
is he thinking about you?"
Fred grimaced and then relayed the thought, "'Well,
we'll never know whether Fred would have made it or not.
Maybe he wouldn't'. ,  I might have.,  Nobody seemed
to care. I needed a drink bad. I didn't understand why they
didn't answer me."
Fred said that Jack was always open to invasion by souls
like himself. "If people want to come he doesn't try to
stop'em-just says, 'Come on!'" And even though Fred was
tempted to remrn to a pleasant time in his childhood, a picnic
with his mother, he vacillated: "I think-I think I need to
stay here. Jack needs me. I help him. He's lonely, too."
"No," I assured him emphatically, "with your loneli-
ness in him he is twice as lonely. And you are drinking
through Jack's drinking! True? That is selfish of you. You
are not helping him. Be brave! Go back to the time when
you decided to change. That determination was good!
Pretend that the alcohol addiction is a black chunk in your
heart, and pull it right out, and the loneliness, too, and
the feeling that nobody cares. You don't want 'em, do
you?" He shook his head. "Your alcoholism made you
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and everyone miserable. Just chuck it out of you, and that
low self-image and all the other things you want to get rid
of. Clean yourself up."
After a long pause Fred began to smile. "Y'know what
it looks like? When fog closes in on you, you feel awful.
This is like a nice fog, not closing in, and you feel good,
light.,  It's not in a city any more, it's on a
meadow-where my mother and I had the picnic. You know
who I'd like to see, don't you? ,  I see someone ,  not
my mother ,  I thought it was going to be my mother."
"I thought it might be, too; but this means she is still alive
in her physical body. If you saw her she'd be 'dead,' like
you. But you can visit her if you want to."
I asked for a guide who cared about Fred to please come
and fmd his mother with him, and I asked the mother's
Higher Mind to be receptive as her son came to visit her.
Fred's eyes filled with tears. "She's sleeping. ,  I think
she knows I'm there."
I suggested that he put a dream of himself into her sleeping
mind and assured him that he could send her his love any
time. Then I committed him to the care of the guide and told
him good-bye.
Charlene, the channel, said there was no other entity in Jack
but only a potential space, an empty, lonesome feeling that
needed filling, but not by searching so hard for happiness.
"Perhaps the answer is to relax and accept, take the affection
offered, not looking for ulterior motives. Be content with
the love he does have, and fill the empty space with loving
concern for others as well as for himself "
Jack is still alone but is no longer drinking. He seems to
have stabilized himself, with the aid of a canine friend and
treatment to detoxify and rehabilitate himself.
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Mary, the channel for this case, is an artist, talented also
as a channel. One of our nurse friends asked us to do a remote
releasement for one of her patients, "L," whom she sus-
pected of harboring an entity.
After Mary had placed herself into hypnosis, I asked for
protective light to surround us, invited our spiritual advisors
(as I always do), and then asked that we be given an answer
through Mary's fingers to the question, "Is it all right for us
to do this work without the man's knowledge or consent?"
"Yes," said Mary's finger, unequivocally.
Therefore I called the strongest entity in L and asked the
name.
"Paul. I'm thirty-six years old. It is 1907. L was
seventeen or eighteen when I entered him. He was in an
accident and had a small concussion. It made him more
open. I entered his mind. ,  I didn't influence him so
much as just strengthen what he had. I wasn't ready to
quit when my time came. I have good drive. L had a lot
of drive and ambition. I wanted to accomplish my unfin-
ished things through him. I needed to fill up something
empty in me., 1 needed to know I was a success. My
small business wasn't enough for me. I had great plans.
There was a big emptiness inside of me."
"You mentioned 'when my time came. ' Was it really your
time, or was it a true accident?"
"I chose it. I took my life. I was depressed ,  but it was
a big mistake. ,  I was in my place of business., 
Business had not been good. I couldn't take care of my wife
Sally and my children as I wanted to-three children and
another on the way. ,  I can't accept that I'm a failure."
(Mary said afterward that she saw the wife when Paul was
speaking: a haggard worn-looking woman, rather unkempt.)
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"I'm sitting at my desk with my head in my hand-I reach
into a drawer,  pull out a gun,  aim it between my
eyes,  pull the trigger. , "
"What was your last thought?"
Sadness. I feel that this isn't the way-but I can't live
with the failure.,  I'mjust hanging over the body, drifting,
looking around. ,  I don't know what to do now. I feel an
emptiness in me-a need to fill that great cavity in me. I
make the decision that I must continue-to try to fill this
need. I'm attracted to this one (L). His needs are the same
as mine: a great driving ambition to be a success-to fill the
need inside. So I merge with this one. It's interesting that
I'm not really fond of this one."
"No, and now you find yourself trapped in him and
stopped in your own spiritual evolution. You said this was
in 1907, and today it is 1987-eighty years that you have
been stagnant, Paul. Did you think of your family as you
pulled the trigger?"
"Oh, yes, of course. I knew how they'd get along with
me, and that was not good."
"So your act was not entirely selfish. But it was a mistake.
So, Paul, push out of yourself that excessive ambition, that idea
of earthly success. Had they made you become hard, self-cen-
tered? Driving? Maybe in these was the reason for that empti-
ness. Were you always trying to get 'my will, my way'?"
"I was told that it was good."
"Put out your loneliness, the feeling of failure, the
frustration, the hopelessness."
"I'm trying but they're not going. They're useful., 
Who is God? I don't know God. I don't know if what you
say is right."
"Ask the Bright Beings here. The Silver Rule is, 'Don't
do to others what you don't want others to do to you.' And
the Golden Rule is even more beautiful, 'Do to others what
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you would like them to do for you.' Do you understand? It
brings you a different type of life. Just put out the anger, the
envy, the jealousy. Ask the Bright Ones if all this is true."
There was a brief pause. "They just smile.,  Yes, 
yes,  772^zr '5 why I didn't succeed!-I missed some happiness
that was there for me. My sights were on the wrong goals."
He took a deep breath. "I feel there's something inside
that's better, light as a feather,  but . .
."
"Put out the emptiness, too," I reminded him, "and let
light fill the place where it was. Now do you feel lighter?"
"M'hm."
"Paul, I'm so glad. You'll be leaving L. Are there any
others in him?"
"Minor troublemakers that come and go. His own darker
nature attracts them; he's vulnerable all the time. He could
use some help."
"Should we do more for L, today?" (The fmgers said no.)
"Then, Paul, hold out your hand. I think someone will
be coming to meet you."
"Oh, yes, it's Sally! She's young again and fresh."
I said good-bye to Paul and his wife. Then I returned to
L, asking if there were any more instructions concerning
him. The channel answered, "Surround him with light.
Golden light is best. Have all in the group send positive
thoughts. That will bring results. He'll resist overt actions.
Have the nurse record any changes; this will give all of you
faith. You'll be amazed. There's no need for anyone to go
through life negatively. It's always okay to send positive
thoughts to others."
"Is it Mary's Higher Mind speaking?" I asked.
"It came from above," replied Mary.
So Paul with his suicidal despair was gone from L, but L
still had his own darker traits to deal with. And our nurse
friend has a clearer idea of how to deal with them.



Tim
"Tim," a Vietnam veteran,was in another city when we
did this work for him. He had given permission for a woman
relative to go into hypnosis and channel for the entities that
he felt were in him. At this session his grandmother was also
present. Tim had many troubles with alcohol, drugs, rages,
and totally irresponsible behavior.
Five entities were released from him in this session,
with one or more still remaining at that date. Three of the
five released were a trio of Puerto Rican youths who had
died in a gang fight in New York. They were "mean
ones," sullen and uncooperative. After much persuasion,
explanation, and finally an ultimatum from us either to
go on up to a higher state of learning or else each one
would go alone to a visualized room described as being
lined with mirrors where there would be no companions,
they held a long confrontation among themselves, one or
two choosing to go up, the leader stubbornly refusing to
do so. Finally- almost to my astonishment- they all de-
cided to go "up to a higher life." This is a very brief
report of what was almost an hour-long argument among
the four of us!
The fourth entity gave his name as John and said he had
been killed at twenty-one in Vietnam by an explosion. He
said he entered Tim because "he was just there." He kept
sighing deeply because he was "just sad-21 the death
everywhere, the screaming, fire everywhere.,  And I'm
angry! At everything! ,  I felt pain,  fear,  dis-
gust,  hatred!,  hatred toward the government!" He
said he didn't hate the Vietnamese: "They are just people."
He insisted that before the government sent him to Vietnam
he had been a different sort of guy- "just,  happy." He
had friends.
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I asked how he had changed. They changed you!" he
snapped harshly.
"Yes. Do you want to change back?"
That set him off. He began shouting, yelling, "I can't-
I
can't-not after all that! I can't change back! Don't you
understand? You weren 't there. You don 't understand, 
you can't,  nobody can! Ever!"
Through the channel's body he thrashed, screamed, and
wept, pounding the cot.
I let him weep a while and then interrupted softly, "John,
in World War II people were asked to give their dogs to the
army to help out in the war effort. These pets and house dogs
were trained by the army to be killers. After the war the dogs
were given back to their owners-but they were still killers.
There were many accidents, and some dogs had to be
destroyed. The families protested so loudly that the army
promised to 'rehabilitate' the dogs, to untrain them as killers
and retrain them to be pets before sending them back. Then
the dogs were no longer killers.
"What one elderly World War I veteran told me is what
I have felt, myself, for many years: The service needs to be
sure that its veterans are untrained from being the killers it
trained them to be, before discharging them back into
civilian life again. The Army, Navy, and Air Force need to
see that men are rehabilitated as well as dogs. This old
veteran said that his entire life had been affected by the
military experiences. He still had nightmares of the war,
even from 1918 when he was a teenager.
"Some of us civilians do understand more than you
veterans may think, John. The relatives of men in the field
suffer, wives and mothers and sweethearts suffer even if they
are not 'there'. Civilian doctors know, too, John. We read
the terrible accounts of war casualties in the medical jour-
nals, we see the photos. , "
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John put his hand to his forehead. "My head hurts."
I placed my hand on his forehead and continued to talk
softly, visualizing aloud that his pain, hate, rage, etc. "are
coming into my hand, up my arm to my elbow, then into the
air and out through the window, dissipating harmlessly in
the outside air and not bothering any living thing." He
became quieter. I asked that calmness, strength, and peace-
fulness come into him, "and become continually stronger as
I remove my hand. I am drawing out all the rest of the
negatives like helplessness, rage, hate, pain. , "
"Is there anything else you'd like to say, John?"
His lips moved. "War"-he murmured, "/r must never
happen again.
"Son, I know. You want to stop war, and you can't. I
can't, either, John. We are not God. But you are one, and I
am one, and there are hundreds of thousands of us working
against war. We each do what we can and just have to leave
the rest to the Higher Powers, praying that they may
penetrate the self-centered minds of those who profit from
and perpetuate war. Do you think you can do this, John, and
go on now to the Place of Learning and become wiser and
stronger so that you can do more when you come back in
your next life? And live longer in your next life?"
"I'll try," he whispered. He was very quiet. Soon he saw
his deceased grandmother coming toward him. "She's hold-
ing out her hands and smiling. " He went toward her and took
her hand. I bade him good-bye with my blessing and they
went together into the Light.
After the lady channeling for Tim's entities returned to ftill
consciousness she told me that "John" was the name of a fellow
soldier Tim had mentioned as having had bitter rages in
Viemam. He had finally pulled the pin of a hand grenade and
had blown up both his superior officer and himself. Evidently
he had been driven into frank insanity before death.
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,
Tim's living grandmother had sat in on this session and
afterward said, "That was Timmy, pounding his hand like
that! He used to say, 'He made me do it!' That whole scene
was just the way Timmy is!"
"No," I corrected, "I think Tim was right: it was John
in him who made Tim do it."
As soon as John was safe I asked the fifth entity in Tim
to come out. This was Andrew, whose name I had learned
from a previous entity. Andrew did not want to talk. He
closed his lips tighdy, thrusting out his lower lip.
I chuckled. (It is often best to tease and jolly an entity out
of its mood, if possible.) "I think you are going to be one of
those stubborn ones, are you?" (No answer.) "Are you a
little kid? How old are you?" (Still no answer.) "Come on,
honey, tell me." (No answer.) "You're a little fellow,
right?"
Sullenly Andrew said, "I'm eighteen." Then he refused
to answer several more questions.
Needling him a little on purpose, I hinted, "Are you
mentally a little bit retarded?"
"No! I'm not retarded! I'm smart!"
"What caused your death. Andrew? Tell me."
He said it was "drugs-heroin-anything I could get." It
was "in the war-Vietnam." He had known both John and
Tim, friends of his. He admitted that he still craved drugs
and tried to make Tim get drugs so that he could feel their
effects through Tim. Tim, however, was fighting against the
drugs except for liquor.
"If Tim is your friend and you are trying to force him to
get drugs, that's not very nice of you."
"I don't care!" He put his hand to his head.
"What's the matter, Andrew? Are you craving drugs right
now, son?" I placed my hand on his forehead, as I had for
John (a touch technique that I seldom used at that time) and
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kept on talking, using imageries as for John, that "all craving
and addictions are coming out of your head, out of your
mind, out of your brain cells, into my hand.,  Let it all
trickle out of you into my hand, all anger and craving and
anything else you want to get rid of," and so on. "They will
go out of my hand and vaporize outdoors as a harmless
mist , " He became quieter, his breathing calmer.
In a little while he saw someone coming for him: "It looks
like an angel." I wished him a happy journey into the Light
and said good-bye.
Addictions of most kinds, whether emotional or physi-
ological, are seldom controllable through conscious mind
willpower and determination alone. It is true that a few
people can succeed by these means. For most, how-
ever-even addicts of coffee, cigarettes, or sweets- the
cooperation of the subconscious mind is required. For
drug addicts in the agonies of craving, it seems that every
cell in the body is screaming for the drug. It is a condition
that needs understanding and help from those not ad-
dicted, not mere self-righteous admonitions. The Twelve-
Step Programs have helped innumerable unhappy addicts.
Releasing any obsessing entities who are drug-addicted
helps, although Tim in this case probably needs more
assistance. As mentioned, one or more entities still remain
in him. He still has problems with alcoholism and irrespon-
sibility-whether because of the entrapped entities or not,
we do not yet know. My guess is that one of the entities
remaining is alcoholic and one is a very young child.
Erin
An excellent example of a false memory due to an attached
entity is reported by Scott Herner of Scandia, Minnesota, in
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Doctor  Irene Hickman's book, Remote Depossession, pp. 81,
82. With her permission I quote it here:
The case is that of a little girl, Erin, who until the age
of about five had been "very pleasant, bright, happy,
always getting along well with her sisters. She had at
about five begun to talk of having been abused but
could recall no details of actual abuse. At age seven,
Erin developed headaches located from the top of her
head and down the left side.
"The changed pattern of behavior included vehe-
ment noncooperation, obnoxiousness, being annoying
and mean to her younger sister-even to hitting her
frequently."
Scott Herner, the therapist, with an associate as
channel for the remote work, located three attached
entities in Erin, one of them the cause of her head-
aches and left- side pain and her abhorrent behavior.
It was this first entity who named the other two, the
last being a small boy, joe, who refused to go with the
others to the Light.
"Joe petulantly stated that he 'wasn't going any-
where.' Further questioning brought the response that he
had been very badly abused even while very young and
had been beaten to death when he was four. He com-
mented that he didn't think it was fair to die at such a
young age. He had joined Erin when she was about five.
Scott (the therapist) told Joe about the Light and that he
could have his own body there. When the call was made
for anyone in the Light to come for Joe, Grandma Annie
came. Then Joe was willing to go.
"Erin's body was Ithen visualized] filled and sur-
rounded with Light. The very next morning Erin was
a changed child. She even told her mother that she
felt different. She is much happier and quieter. This
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report was sent about five weeks after the deposses-
sion. During these five weeks the new attitude and
behavior had continued. She gets along well with her
sisters with no hitting. Her aunt also remarked about
the marked change in Erin.
"The most significant part of this, I feel," adds Doctor 
Hickman, "is that Joe, who had been abused and
beaten to death at four, had joined Erin when she was
five. Erin began at that time to talk of being abused
herself, without being able to come up with any perti-
nent details. This raises the question as to whether chil-
dren may have felt abused because of an attached entity
rather than from their own personal abuse. Could this be
[a] reason for what has been called false memory syn-
drome?" (Emphasis mine.)


The Mind of a Living Person
May Become an Obsessing Entity.


report was sent about five weeks after the deposses-
sion. During these five weeks the new attitude and
behavior had continued. She gets along well with her
sisters with no hitting. Her aunt also remarked about
the marked change in Erin.
"The most significant part of this, I feel," adds Doctor 
Hickman, "is that Joe, who had been abused and
beaten to death at four, had joined Erin when she was
five. Erin began at that time to talk of being abused
herself, without being able to come up with any perti-
nent details. This raises the question as to whether chil-
dren may have felt abused because of an attached entity
rather than from their own personal abuse. Could this be
[a] reason for what has been called false memory syn-
drome?" (Emphasis mine.)
The Mind of a Living Person
May Become an Obsessing Entity
One of the cases Baldwin mentions is one in which the
entity within his client was the mind of a little girl living in
a distant city. She said (through the client) that she had come,
while her body was sleeping, to be in this woman who was
supposed to have been her mother. The child's mind would
return to her own child body when the period of sleep was
over. The client had had herself sterilized after two children
because, being angry at her husband, she did not want a third
child. The soul of the third child, thwarted in getting the
mother it had chosen, accepted a different mother and was
born to this second-choice woman; but during sleep the child
was astrally visiting the woman she had wanted, her first
choice for mother.
lis
,
Instances of similar psyche traveling have been reported
among the still-living elderly who are very ill or incapaci-
tated in nursing homes. Their minds may visit other living
persons as obsessing entities, often causing the host to feel
their illness or weariness or pains while they, the obsessing
minds, enjoy the activities of relative health and vigor
through their hosts. In cases of this type it seems that the
entities can come and go rather freely and are not impris-
oned either in their own bodies or in the bodies of their
hosts. It needs to be pointed out that the obsessing minds
are not usually aware that they are troubling or hindering
their hosts; they are not malignant, merely unaware of the
effects of their intrusion. Still, friends may be speaking
accurately when they say of someone, "She just seems to
be obsessed about her father's being in the nursing home,
"
or, "He is simply obsessed with fears since his wife went
into the hospital."
Tom
An unusual example of the mind, or a part of the mind,
of a living person obsessing another is that of "Tom," a
client of mine who suspected that he was host to one or
more entities and asked to be released from them in
absentia. One of the women I trusted served as channel,
and through her we received a situation that perplexed me
considerably at first. When I requested the strongest entity
in Tom to come, a haughty personage came who said he
was Ramus (his English spelling of the Eastern name), a
"ruler." "Why do you bother one such as I?" he asked,
pompously.
He said that he was the leader of "a group of herd-
ers"-apparently a nomadic tribe-and he felt that I was
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totally wrong in insisting that he was inside of anyone
else.
He admitted that maybe someone else was in him, how-
ever. At times he saw this other, a man, standing and
watching as his dancing girls performed. "It is true that
no one else can see him." He said the stranger never
approached the dancers.
The idea that perhaps this visiting male might invade his
harem of women through his own body, however, plunged
him into a dark anger: "I WANT HIM GONE! I WANT
HIM GONE!"
It had not been difficult for me to perceive that his
attimdes towards women were quite similar to those of Tom
himself. I theorized that this similarity had drawn Tom's
dreaming or fantasizing mind to the tents of Ramus in India
and had built up a strong connection between him and
Ramus-into whose body this part of Tom's mind might well
have entered at times- so that when I called for the entity
within Tom it was Ramus who came at the call, invading
Tom periodically or because of the remarkable similarity
between the men's attitudes.
After giving Ramus a little lecture that women were minds
and hearts as well as bodies and suggesting that he begin the
"advenmre" of finding out what the dreams and hopes, the
likes and dislikes of his several wives were, I ended, "Here
is a sword of liberation, Ramus, a sword made of light- not
a sword of destruction or killing. Take it and hold it out
horizontally and draw it down gently between you and Tom,
and all the ties between the two of you will be severed and
fall away.,  You may keep the sword, if you wish; but
remember, it is not a sword of destruction but one of
freedom, to cut chains and fetters."
The young lady channeling said afterward that he did keep
the sword. She said that he agreed with a sort of mental shrug
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to the stipulation of treating his women more under-
standingly, as if saying, "Well, if this is the only way I can
get rid of him. "
Ramus insisted that he is alive, dwelling in India. There-
fore this was a case of obsession by part of the mind of a
living person-whether it was Tom's mind in Ramus or the
other way around, or alternating. We therapists are still
learning how mobile and unfettered a mind can be while at
the same time the same mind can be limited and fettered by
its own list of fears.
Gina
In April 1990, I had a long conversation with the lady
sitting next to me on an airplane. Exchanging information
about ourselves, I mentioned my work with hypnosis and
releasements, and instantly she began quizzing me about
the symptoms of obsession. She felt that her little daughter
needed a releasement. Shortly before the child was born,
the child's grandmother killed herself-just a few days
before the grandfather returned home, dying of cancer,
from the hospital. The mother, at term in her pregnancy,
was undoubtedly wrenched by these events, and the unborn
child, at the very least, sensed and responded to the
mother's emotional turmoil; at worst, the child was open
to invasion by entities.
Wanting to help the little girl, who was now five or six,
I asked the mother if she would like for me to see what I
could do with the assistance of friends after I returned home.
With gratitude she said yes.
When, a few weeks later, a coworker channeled for the
child, "Gina," we found one entity, a man of middle age
who had slept away, heavily drugged to ease the pain of
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far-advanced cancer. He found himself looking down at "this
person on the bed-looks like an old person. ,  A nurse
comes, says, 'He's gone now. ' But I'm not gone, I'm here. "
He said he was not ready to go- "should have done more,
needed to help my family more." So he stayed in the
earth-plane near his family by going into the infant Gina to
help her breathe: "She needed me." He took into her his
own restlessness, discontent, desire to run away, etc., not
realizing that all his traits, both positive and negative, would
influence her with him in her. Before leaving, he warned
that Gina's ears should be examined, that there was a deep
infection in one of them.
The man's mind also told us that there were entities in
Gina's mother. The first we found was a high school girl
who had drowned when her boyfriend's car failed to make
a turn on the way home from a party and went into the river.
"They couldn't see me, 'cause I wasn't in the car. I don't
know why they couldn't 'cause I was there." She didn't want
to leave Gina's mother until I reminded her that it was
selfish of her to stay and be a parasite in anyone. Then she
was willing.
The other entity in the mother was a child whose name
when spelled phonetically was "Tinka." She had died in
1915 in Syria, her chest hurting, her body hot. She was
leaving her sick body and "it felt good. I was going to go,
but Mama screamed and cried and yelled, 'Don't go! Don't
go!' I wanted to go but I couldn't" (crying hard, frightened,
barely able to talk). "I don't want to go if Mama doesn't
want me to, but I do want to go. " (Weeping hard for several
minutes before being gently quieted.)
"I stayed with Mama a long time, till she left me."
(This means through death, usually.) "I looked for a place
to go, for somebody who wanted me. This lady needed me.
I don't know,  she just needed me. Somebody had died
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and she was sad. That big girl (the other entity) didn't help
her much. I didn't mind staying."
When Tinka saw someone coming for her she smiled,
"She's running- she's running. It's my Mama! She's saying,
'I'm sorry, I'm sorry!' But now we're together again


chapter 5
RESCUE WORK AMONG
THE INVISIBLES
Does it sound more intriguing- or more scary-to speak
of ghosts, or of "entities within" a person? In actuaUty there
is very little difference except to the individuals directly
affected by these invisibles: those persons living in a haunted
house or close to a haunted cemetery, for instance, or those
obsessed or oppressed by entities trapped in their bodies or
auras.
In dealing with all these lost, confused entities the ap-
proach is similar and the attitude always needs to be one of
wishing to help the disembodied soul (whether or not it thinks
it wants help).
When a location is suspected of being haunted or has the
reputation of being the site of unexplained noises or feelings,
we may suspect that a discarnate entity is staying there for
one reason or another. (Or it could be only that the old
"vibrations," old residues of former negative energies, have
remained attached to that location and there is no soul, no
"entity" needing release, only the old memories needing to
be neutralized (Denning, 1996.)
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At a workshop in California in 1992 I called all the souls
who had lost their bodies in or near the large hotel since it
was built there in Marina del Rey. My coworker in hypnosis
saw a group of spirits coming at our invitation. I spoke first
to the children and youths in the group. Several of the
children had drowned. The oldest, a lad of fourteen, had
drowned farther up the coast and his consciousness had followed
his body as it washed down to this area. He had taken over the
leadership of the dozen children, herding them as they amused
themselves watching visitors and tourists, they themselves
unseen, of course. The leader disclaimed indignantly that they
ever caused any "trouble," such as poltergeist activities. I asked
for a wise high spiritual guide to come for the children, and
they followed the guide into the Light.
Then I spoke to the adults, helping them in the same way.
Some had died of heart attacks in their hotel rooms; a few had
committed suicide. All were deeply grateful to be remembered.
Others who had died here no doubt had already gone; these
were only the souls that had remained earthbound.
Then I asked for any souls whose bodies had died during the
past centuries at that location, including Indians, Spanish, and
French. Only one came, as seen by my coworker. He, a Spanish
soldier, had been there for "a long time"-i.e., nearly three
centuries (earth-time), kept back by the guilt of having killed a
fellow soldier. (His story is related in a later chapter.)
Discarnate invisible entities are around us all the time,
everywhere. It is not necessary for us to wait until we hear
of a haunted house or see a ghostly form. Psychics tell us
that there are multitudes of such wanderers dwelling in the
invisible vibratory levels of the astral plane, imperceptible
to most of us living on the earth-plane. Intelligent entities on
the other side informed Doctor  Wickland that a long line of
entities waited for their turn to speak through Mrs. Wick-
land, the channel. Even some free spirits not earthbound.
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who wish to come voluntarily and give information, like the
poetess Ella Wheeler Wilcox, had to wait their turn as well,
so few were the psychics available back then who could
channel messages from the other side.
When we assist earthbound souls who have not become
snared in a living person's body or aura, we call it
"Rescue Work" instead of "Releasement." I believe the
term began with the London group of psychics who helped
soldiers killed during WWII. The techniques are just the
same as for Releasement work. The only difference, it
seems, is that many of the wandering entities still feel lost
or confused, whereas most of the entrapped ones think
they have found a warmth or a lighter place and are safer
than before.
Most Suicides Remain Earthbound
Among the earthbound wanderers are many, if not
most, of the psyches of those who have committed sui-
cide. The picture of the post-death condition of such
persons given by Annabel Chaplin in her book, The
Bright Light of Death, is symbolic- a dreary, head-in-
the-mud stagnation. For many souls it is not accurate
in the literal sense, unless for those that Chaplin saw.
As with all other things, much depends on the individ-
ual circumstances of the person who killed himself or
herself- although in nearly every case it seems that there
comes a realization very soon that this was not the best
way to deal with the situation- that a better way could
have been found, that suicide did not solve the problems
after all and certainly did not obliterate the person's
feelings of emotions and suffering, nor awareness of
others' reactions to the suicide.
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While I was visiting a couple of elderly friends in 1985
they told me that their young medical doctor had killed
himself after various troubles that ended with a divorce in
which he lost the custody of his children. His death shocked
all of "Doctor  Sid's" patients and friends. My two friends felt
so deeply and emotionally about it that I asked if one of them
would be willing to channel for Doctor  Sid. I felt that he
probably needed assistance on the other side and perhaps we
could help him.
With the husband in hypnosis I called Doctor  Sid by name,
telling who we were. He came, sad and cast down. When
I asked what the last straw had been, the one that broke
him, he said, "The loss of my family." What he had not
realized at the time was that his death would be a still
further shock to his children and make them feel they had
lost their father even more completely than by the divorce.
In one's distress, however, one seldom pauses to think
and reason things out. The emotions and pain carry one
away into acts that may later be bitterly regretted. It was
so with Doctor  Sid. He was desperately sorry for his deed
but did not know what to do.
Without attempting to do more than to assure him that
many people mourned his death-for his patients had loved
and trusted him-we asked if someone would come to help
him find the path from this earthbound trap into the next
dimension. A friend of his, previously deceased, came at
once and we were happy to know that Doctor  Sid was on the
way home.
Wanderers
Sometimes clairvoyant or psychically sensitive people
have felt or seen an entity in my house. Several such
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instances have resulted in the rescue of the entity, with the
help of the living person as a channel in hypnosis.
A Man and His Horse
The first time this occurred was during a meeting of a
small group of women who had all taken the ESP course
from Nan Taylor and had continued to meet, discuss, and
meditate together. Two of the group said they had per-
ceived a man standing inside the front door as they
meditated. I felt that perhaps the stranger was forlorn and
could use some help. It would not be courteous to order
him away without knowing what he wanted. With one of
the ladies in hypnosis, I called the man, and we got his
story: A loner with no friends but his horse, he had been
thrown off and killed, his head hitting a stone, when his
horse stumbled on a loose rock. Now, not realizing that
he might call his horse, he was simply wandering aim-
lessly. I asked him to call his horse- and he immediately
saw it coming, felt it nuzzling his shoulder, and the two
friends were united. I felt it safe to ask "Brownie" to be
the guide and take her master to his rightful home, trusting
the intelligence and wisdom of the animal whose love and
faithfulness drew the two together.
Lisa
A second instance that occurred in my house was a few
months later. A young woman had come to help with
secretarial work, most of which was located in one certain
room. Before long she came to me, asking, "Is there an entity
in that room? I got the coldest chill!


"And what did you do?"
"I screamed and cried, and tried to put my arms around my
son, my daughter. They didn't respond. They cried, and cried,
and cried.,  Then I went for a walk-in the forest- for a
while. It got darker and darker. It's lonely, the darkness. I
don't want to stay in the darkness. I don't want to be lonely!"
"Then you need not be lonely any more, Lisa, or in
darkness. But you need to put out of you those dark things
like anger, resentment, and fear and envy. , "
"I'm feeling lighter."
"Now look for the brighter things in you: your love and
faithfulness? Joy? Laughter?"
"Laughter! I can laugh again! I used to laugh with the
children.,  Will I see my children?"
"I think probably you will."
"Oh, they're coming!" (weeping) "My children are here!
They say, 'Come with us.' Oh, I thank you so much!"
"Before you go, tell me if you can see John.
"He's still standing in the shadows. I don't want to go
away and leave him there."
"All right, you and the children wait right there. John,
will you please come and talk to us? John, I hear that you
were not very nice to your wives."
"That is true. I'm ashamed."
"What do you wish had been different?"
"I'd have more love in my heart, less selfishness."
"I'm glad that your honesty and frankness make you see
that."
"I don't deserve to go to the Light."
"A lot of people feel that way. Are you judging yourself?
We are told, 'Judge not.' Just push that insensitivity and
selfishness out of you, and loneliness-"
"Oh, loneliness!-yts-and pride. I was too proud to let
them know I loved them."
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"See, you do have lots of bright things in you: you loved
them, you were a good provider-"
"Yes, I worked hard for them."
"So come out of the shadows and be with your family.
They are waiting for you. Now you are all together again!
Good-bye."
Often I have wished that I had asked for the date and place
of these early rescues. Not being a researcher primarily, in
the sweep of the drama of rescuing these pathetic souls, often
I ignore such mundane things. This seems to have been in
early Colonial times in America. A researcher would be
interested in all such points.
John
A third entity who came into my house was perceived by
a woman who was one of a small group taking my class in
regression techniques. She felt a presence near the end of
the sofa; she said the presence came still closer until it
seemed to be right beside her. She was somewhat disturbed.
I asked if she wished to channel for the entity. She feared
it might take too much time from the class. Inasmuch as the
entity had intruded so conspicuously, however, I felt that
perhaps this was something of an emergency, or else some-
thing that the students needed to know. I asked the lady to
place herself into self-hypnosis; and this is what the entity
told us little by little as I questioned him.
He saw fire- fire everywhere. This was Boston Har-
bor; he had been on a ship, and-with anguish he con-
fessed it- he had been careless and had started the fire,
first on the ship, then it spread to oil on the water, then
to the pier and the port, spreading rapidly until everything
began to burn. He was escaping in a small boat with
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another man until the enormity of the disaster caused him in
his anguish to jump back into the burning water himself.
S ince then he had been wandering for a long time . Sometimes
he still saw the fire, but often he was in darkness. His
brother Giuseppe had been among those killed in the
fire., 
The name "Giuseppe" gave me a thought: "What religion
do you have, John?" When he said "Catholic," I said, "I ask
Mother Mary to come please and stand here, looking at you.
Do you see her? What do you see in her eyes? What is her
expression?"
"She's smiling.,  She says, 'Come with me.' She cares
about me!" He was weeping.
"She will take you to your own proper place, John. She
knows you are sorry for your carelessness. I imagine you
will want to make it up to all those whose lives were cut
short by the fire, won't you?"
"Oh, yes," he agreed instantly. The thought of being able
to make restitution gave him a feeling of new purpose and
worth. He became calm and gravely happy. Giuseppe came
without my calling him and greeted his brother "with
forgiveness in his eyes."
When there is great remorse and guilt, it often seems
that ordinary philosophizing and programming are not
enough to relieve these, and the power of a Bright Being
is required.
Ephraim
A fourth and somewhat different rescue occurred when
my coworker Lili was giving a demonstration of chaimeling
for a number of other ladies in my home. I wanted, for one
thing, to check on Ephraim, the mentally retarded man
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whose throat had been torn by a dog. When I was contacting
him earlier, he saw a guide coming, but it seemed that the
guide's face had changed from friendly to unfriendly. This
had perplexed me. I did not know for sure what it indicated
and wanted to find out Ephraim's present situation.
Therefore I worded my invitation, through Lili, "I am
calling the Ephraim who is mentally retarded. Will you
please come and talk with us? If you still have fear, let it
release you."
Ephraim, as you may remember from chapter 4, used
finger answers almost entirely. Now the "yes" fmger was
bobbing up and down.
"Are you willing to talk to us today?" (" Yes. ") "Will you
tell us your full name?"
"Eph'am Hiram Manatha. Eph'am Hiram Manatha, " was
the very distinct pronunciation. He called it "Effum."
"Manassa, do you mean? Do you lisp and say 'Manatha'?"
"Manatha!" he corrected firmly.
"Thank you for coming, Ephraim."
"You're a nice lady."
"Another nice lady is here, too, letting you use her mouth
to talk. Tell us about yourself. Do you have a family?"
"M'hm. Daddy's big-great big."
"Do you have brothers and sisters?"
"M'hm, lots! I have John and I have Harold and I have
Mark and I have Lucius and I have Toby and-" I could not
write down the names as fast as he said them.
"Do you have some sisters, too?"
"M'hm, I have Sally and I have Martha and I have Sarah
and , " There were more.
"Which is the littlest one?"
"Me!" he boasted. (Lili afterward told me she had seen
two sisters smaller than he, but he was treated as the "littlest
one" and wanted to be in that favored position.)
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"Does your daddy love you?" (Sometimes a retarded
child may be favored or rejected.)
"I guess so." There was a hesitation, a doubt.
"Does your mama love you?"
"M'hm."
"Now go walking on the years like a path, Ephraim, and
tell me important things that happened to you."
"What's a year?"
"It's the time from one birthday to another birthday. Tell
me about an important time."
"The time my brother set the mule on fire!" He roared
with laughter. "It ran round and round! It got bloated and
made a lot of farts and my brother set the farts on fire. That's
funny! It ran all around the barn!, "He was cackling
almost hysterically.
"Did the mule get all right?"
"Well, he never did that any more!" he giggled.
"Now you are older, Ephraim. What is another important
event?"
"Hm. Well, my sister Sally got married." He laughed.
"My brother rode the mule right into the house and upstairs.
He began to laugh uncontrollably again.
"Where did you live, Ephraim?"
"Arkansas. Don't you live there, too? Where am I?
Colorado? That's a long ways away. ,  I want to go home.
"Ephraim, go to the last day you were in your own body.
How big are you now?"
"No different."
"See what happened that day."
"I got up. It was sunny. I ate some breakfast. Then I went
outside. ,  I don't remember. Don't yow know?"
"I know about one Ephraim, but I don't know for sure
about you. "
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writing, "Yes, we have the contact: impish little fellow;
name, Conrad. This little one means no harm. He enjoys
watching Doctor  Louise work, likes the feel of her home.
This child passed over in 1956. He was in a fire. He has
not accepted his own death. There was no religious
upbringing; he has no knowledge of life, death, heaven,
hell, or hereafter. That must be explained. You will need
to bring his mother, Elvira, to him. She is on this side
and is adjusted. She will take him to the Light as soon as
he accepts he needs to go. When you hear his, 'Yes, I
understand,' call his mother. She will take care of the
rest."
Well, fine. But since I am neither clairvoyant nor
clairaudient, how was I to hold a conversation with Conrad
and know when he said he understood? "Oh, you'll see
him. You'll hear him. You'll know," assured my friend.
"Maybe you're right, but my conscious mind doesn't
see or hear. So how will I know?"
"Well, just sit down and call him to you and talk to him
as if you could see him, and tell him what happened: how
his body died in the fire and he is causing you trouble and
needs to go to the Light. Tell him his mother is waiting for
him."
That grand old motto again: "It can't hurt and it might
help. " Glad that my neighbors could not see, I did exactly
as told, placing myself in waking self-hypnosis first, for
the hypnotic state is a great catalyst. I did remember to
ask Conrad (but only as he was already about to leave
with mother) if he would fix up the many things he had
managed to botch up while here. I wish that I had asked
him first, given him a few days, and then released him!
As it was, I had nearly two hundred dollars worth of
repairs on various things. A few did begin to run again
on their own, however-repaired by Conrad?
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Huberty
Although I had read about such phenomena in various
books and articles, the very first poltergeist-type of activity
I ever witnessed for myself was in Nurse Johnnie's home.
Our ESP group was meeting there that day. Outside the east
patio doors a porch swing was hung. Outside the south
window grew a young aspen tree. People used to call aspens
"quakies" or "quakin' asps" because of the way the small
round leaves flutter with every breath of wind. This evening
Jeanette glanced out the east doors and then stared at the
porch swing. "Is there a wind?" she asked.
I looked out at the tree. "No, not a bit of wind."
"Look at that porch swing," said Jeanette. We all moved
to where we could see. It was swinging rhythmically. No
one was in it. No one visible, at any rate. Johnnie put her
hand to her mouth. Some of us turned to take another look
at the aspen tree. It was still.
"Whatever it is out there," I said, "we are stronger
than it is. There are five of us here, and our guides. Let's
put ourselves into waking hypnosis and tap into Universal
Mind for all the protection, energy, and wisdom we may
need."
One lady, a new member of the group, had been com-
plaining about numerous family matters all evening since the
meeting began. I had wondered secredy if Lana would make
a congenial member, if this was her usual type of personality
Now, as we sat talking about whatever-it-was-out-there, she
began to cry out, "He's right here! He's right in front of me!
He's strong! " Her hands were fluttering in front of her chest
as if electrically vibrating.
We had been discussing such things as the recent massacre
at the McDonald's restaurant in California, and I had
mentioned that since I knew some of Hitler's victims had
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been reincarnated as Americans, no doubt some of Hitler's
stooges were now Americans as well.
"As soon as you mentioned Hitler," Lana cried, "here he
came. Oh, he's strong
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We grouped ourselves around her. In hypnosis we placed
a visualized protective aura around her and commanded the
entity, whatever-it-was, to leave her and move away.
We decided to use our meditation period to contact this
entity, find out who it was and what it wanted. Johnnie was
delegated to channel the entity while the rest of us received as
many impressions as possible, and I guided by asking questions.
In hypnosis, then, Johnnie relayed that this entity claimed to
be Huberty, the man who had killed the people in the McDon-
ald's restaurant in California; that he claimed to have been a
nephew of Hitier in his previous life, a boy of about ten who
worshiped his uncle. He boasted, "He can do anything! He can
kill thousands if he wants to. " The boy himself had been killed
by a bomb. He incarnated in America and this time died from
a policeman's bullet through the head.
Now he was fi"ee, wandering, and he was attracted to Lana's
home. "She's a magnet; she draws people." Lana has almost
daily fi-iendly visitors whom she feels but does not quite see.
She holds one-sided conversations with them; she enjoys their
company. When this one came, however, she did not recognize
him as a visitor. Instead, her own personality began to change
and become strident and sharply critical of everything and
everyone. Huberty was "oppressing" her, although he was not
within her as an obsessing presence.
In meditation one of the other ladies saw him now,
standing at the far edge of the room. We had ordered him
away from Lana but had not sent him clear away. Johnnie
said that he was watching us, listening to us, in bewilderment
and unbelief, as if he had never in his life met people such
as we were. Francie gave him a real talking-to. He was
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familiar with authority and behaved himself after she repri-
manded him sharply for having shot up the restaurant and now
ordered him to keep his distance from Lana and the rest of us.
After Johnnie's conversation with him, he agreed to leave
but asked if he could come again. Johnnie hesitated a
moment, then said yes, if he would not cause any trouble.
Later she told us that the porch swing had been swinging
again the next day, this time as if two people were in it.
Huberty told her the second person was "a woman-but she
has nothing to do with this situation." After that we heard
no more about him.
This, therefore, was not truly a rescue. At that time we
did not know how to rescue such obdurate persons. We did
describe to Huberty the "Place of Learning". He did not
seem to be much interested. He was not attracted to any talk
about Light. He seemed to accept our insistence that he
would have to pay for the misery he had caused and he hoped
to avoid it. He may be still wandering.
Lana's personality, by the way, became as sweet and
pleasant as it was before the coming of Huberty. She became
a valuable member of the group.
Home Is To Be a Sanctuary
One more aspect of our Rescue Work developed from this
fact that several times wandering entities had invaded our
own homes. Lana said that she frequently had such visitors,
as I mentioned-deceased relatives and friends, most of
them; but some wanderers were drawn by what they describe
as a warmth, a light, or a shining flower. Lana was described
by Huberty as "a magnet-she draws people."
My home was described as a "halfway house" to which
entities were drawn as by a beacon light, when they found
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themselves halfway between earth and the next realm. Lili
suggested that I ask her in hypnosis to become my house,
for she felt she could discover important facts along these
lines. Therefore when she had placed herself in hypnosis I
gave her that instruction: "Now become my house and tell
me what you find. Are there any entities in it?"
Without hesitation she replied, "Multitudes- multi-
tudes. It's like there is another dimension inside here.
There are people who are good but who are in the clutches
of earth, bound by this dimension. There are some others
who have sworn allegiance to the evil power itself. These
come because it is summer and the dark forces are more
active in summer, and because you have distorted the
other dimension, have caused ripples. It is as if a vacuum
had been created that sucked in a demon or two. They
cannot eliminate you but they certainly can eliminate your
help to these others by stopping you. They can attack you
through your weaknesses . No human being is perfect and
without weaknesses."
From a higher level than Lili's "being the house" came
the statement from my Spiritual Advisor Master Ching that
a home should be cleared, cleansed, and dedicated as a
sanctuary, belonging only to the one living in it and free of
all entities except "those who are invited as guests. All who
enter without invitation are invaders. Although Master
Ching knew I wanted to be of help even to those who came
uninvited, he suggested that they come only in the company
of a person who came by appointment- invited-and leave
with that person. Then, after the dedication of this house and
the grounds to the work that I am doing "for the Light," this
would be the sanctuary it should be.
Similarly with my body: In privacy I should dedicate it
in order to protect it from attacks whenever I should go away
from the protection of home and grounds. His suggestions
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apply equally to all who are working in both worlds. We are
all "causing ripples" and disturbing the status quo of the
invisible worlds; and some entities are drawn to us hoping
to "invade" us and find a nest or get help, while others are
determined to block that help; but all are sapping the energy
of the one whose home or body they invade. (Such invaders
may seem to sap the life force of even flowers in a vase,
causing them to wilt sooner than blossoms given to a friend
from the same cutting.)
Since we received these explanations and suggestions I
have gratefully accepted that my home is now my private
sancmary, just as each person's body should be his or her
own private temple, occupied solely by the owner.
The entities lost and wandering need not be ignored nor
rejected, however. Sometimes in a meeting of the ESP group
I have suggested as a topic of meditation that we invite
entities who are ready to move on to come and receive our
help. Sometimes I lead the guided visualizations and give the
souls instruction to look for the Light and move toward it.
Sometimes other members of the group lead, some of whom
are able to see the entities who come in response to the
invitation. Virginia's attention was often focused on one or
two entities who held her special interest. Johnnie often saw
"crowds of entities, pushing each other to get closer to us.
I told them there was no rush, that there was room for all
and that all would be led to the Light. And then," she
laughed, "the Light appeared behind them! They all had to
turn around."
"The last shall be first," I quoted, laughing with her.
Master Ching urged us to do this type of work regu-
larly, to assist as many souls as possible to find their way
into the proper realm and try to clear out this crowded unhealthy
low-astral plane of the earthbound. Master Ching 's reason is
thought-provoking, that before long "many will be dying


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"What are your feelings about that?" I asked.
"I am very sad,  I'm glad I don't have that body any
more ,  I shot myself. That wasn't life. I was forced into
that life from when I was very young. ,  It was in the
south, a Mexico country,  1840."
"Was there anyone who loved you?"
"No. Well, a little boy. I see him." (which means that the
deceased boy had been attracted to her by her thinking of him
and her love for him) "I took care of him sometimes-Paulo.
"
"Paulo, did you come for Amiga? Or do you need help,
too? Are you lost?"
"It's very peaceful where I am, it's very nice. I want
Amiga to come with me," said the child.
Amiga's eyes filled with tears. "How could anyone care
for me? I'm so ashamed."
"You gave love, so now you receive love. Amiga, be
brave. Smile at Paulo. Now kneel down and hold out your
arms to him. The tears are washing out the sadness and it is
being breathed out along with the shame and the feelings of
being unloved. Now, you know that your body is dead-that
you shot yourself? But you are not dead!"
"I do not understand."
"No, most of us don't. Our religions haven't understood
nor taught us-"
"Ha!" she interrupted. "Priests!" (The channel said later
that some of the men who had used her were priests.)
"People need to realize that they have four parts: the
body, the feelings and emotions, the mind and its thoughts,
and the soul."
"Even I?"
"Of course! Life is precious in the universe, and you and
Paulo are children of the universe." (I carefully avoided
religious terms.) "Now look into your heart and see the love
there, and then go into the Light and up to the High Place."
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There was a long pause, then Amiga said tentatively,
"Will the High Place let me?"
"Of course. Don't disappoint Paulo. He came to take you
to his beautiful home. But first stand in this warm little
waterfall and let it shower down upon and through you,
washing away loneliness and hate, dissolving away pain,
sadness, grief, and feelings of unworthiness.,  Just let the
warm shower of the waterfall wash you clean., " (I was
using hypnotic suggestion here.) "And now you feel lighter.
Paulo loves you! Did anyone else love you?"
"Oh-Grandmama loved me."
"And I'm sure she knows about you now. When you feel
clean, look for the Light." (another long pause.) "Paulo,
hold out your hand to her. Help her!"
"Oh, will I hurt him?" She feared even to touch him.
"Of course not!"
"Is this what it means, 'A litde child shall lead them'?"
"In this case, yes."
"Then I'll try-I will go. But-" (There were more
expressions of fear, unworthiness, uncleanness, etc.)
I then earnestly told her the story of Aldonza, the "dark
savage alley cat" in "The Man of La Mancha," whom
Don Quixote saw as beautiful and virginal and treated as
such, giving her a beautiful new name-and the change
all this caused in her. I also told Amiga about another soul
I had met, another prostitute who had said, "I won't tell
you my name; I'm ashamed of it." "Then may I call you
'Mary'?" I had asked. "Mary, the Mother of God?" she
sneered. And to her, as to Amiga now, I had replied, "God
sees the soul, clean and lovely. Don Quixote saw Aldonza's
soul, just as Paulo and I see yours. Now, Amiga, go up to
the High Place."
"If the High Place will take me."
"Just float up to where you can see into your past life, or
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even a life further back, and find out why you had to suffer
this kind of life."
There was another pause, shorter this time.
"I was a father-I was very cruel-cruel to my children.
I enjoyed being cruel! They were little girls, and I hated
them, I needed boys, to work. I hated everybody. I hated
myself. I did not love anybody. Sometimes I wondered why
I was so cruel. " (We did not seek the answer to this question,
at least for now.)
"Now go to the planning stage before your birth, when you
are planning this new life as Amiga. There are wise counselors
to help you make choices. You will be bom as a girl"-
"A beautiful little girl-and I would suffer as I had made
others suffer."
"Yes, and you learned a great deal. Did you learn the
whole lesson?"
"Yes ,  did they fmd out where I got the gun? I took it
from the general's uniform. " (She was not supposed to touch
the uniform, but saw the gun and felt that this would be her
only chance to escape from this life. So she took the gun, but
with strong feelings of guilt as a thief. Then in the small private
room, in the general's presence, she shot herself.)
"I don't think that was very important. But look at the
men who used you. Were any of them your former girl
children?"
Amiga paused. "Maybe, good for them, if they got even!"
Laughing, I objected, "No-that's only hating and getting
even, and hating and getting even, back and forth and getting
nowhere. You have to start by understanding, as you do now
since you saw yourself as the cruel father. Understanding leads
to tolerance, and then to patience, and finally maybe even to
forgiveness. This all leads to fairness and a balance is achieved.
Are you ready to go now? You may see someone else coming.
"
" Yes-Grandmama!
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"I thought she might come! Now all three of you can go
into the Light! Good-bye!"
"Gracias!" came Amiga's happy farewell. And the chan-
nel added, "I/<?/r her presence go!"
Then Master Ching's voice came again, "Today's work
was very good. A very sad little Amiga is helped, is saved.
Thank you. Thank this entity (Kathleen) for letting Amiga
enter her. All is past."
Rescuing Groups of Disembodied Souls
After the great mudslide that buried several villages in
Colombia, South America, some years ago. Nurse V. of our
little ESP group told us that she had gone into private
meditation and, leaving her body asleep at home, had
traveled astrally to Colombia. She is the only one of our
group who can do this and control the process. She attempted
to help the persons who had been killed, reasoning that the
people still living would be assisted as soon as rescue teams
could reach them. Her intent was to meet the ones who had
died-whose psyches had been so abruptly torn from their
bodies. They would be in a state of shock or stupor. She felt
that she did help many of these victims, although others
"didn't seem to be ready, and some were still sleeping under
the mud." The next day, back in her physical body, she felt
drained of energy, nearly exhausted.
I wondered: Maybe there were points of technique that
we needed to learn in order to avoid such exhaustion. In a
later meeting we asked our Advisors about this subject.
"Remember," said one Advisor, "that on our side these
events or 'catastrophes,' as you call them, are known about
beforehand, and preparations are made to receive the souls
that are [destined] to come over. Nevertheless, we miss
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some, or some are not ready. Any help that you on that side
can give is always welcome."
Instead of trying to do too much, we were instructed,
"Don't try to be nurses or doctors (helping one at a time).
Just visualize a safe path or a road or highway and call the
souls to get on the highway. They will be met by helpers and
taken care of from there."
I like the images of those words: a highway, smooth and
unobstructed; a homey little road; or even a clear footpath.
No matter what the type of entity, one of those three
pathways would surely be attractive, all of them leading
toward the Light. Another meditation group visualizes a
"Bridge of Light" and calls the souls to come and cross over
it into the Light.
We remember these instructions when we meditate for
the victims of earthquakes, floods, fires, and hurricanes, or
famines or war zones. When we in physical bodies do this
work, however, we need to remember that our earth-plane
frequency of vibration is different from that of the souls
passing over, and we need to ask for extra energy for
ourselves. It was indicated that we might need extra rest or
sleep afterward, as well.
About this time there was a tragic event in Saudi Arabia.
The news media reported that many Muslims were trapped
by an explosion in a tunnel while returning from their
pilgrimage to Mecca. The temperature was 109 F. The lights
went out, people became panic stricken, and crushed and
trampled one another. An estimated fourteen hundred died,
most of suffocation.
Charlene and I decided to see if the victims needed
help. She channeled; I facilitated, calling "the souls who
are trapped in the hot tunnel- calling the one who is
strongest spiritually to be your spokesman and speak to
us for you."
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A man answered, saying his name was "Filoh"- spell-
ing it out hesitantly when I asked how it would be spelled
in the English alphabet. He said that many souls were
together there.
"I ask you to listen to what I have to tell you and to have
courage. There is something the souls need to know: We
can't see nor hear you. Do you see us?"
"As if through a veil-misty," said Filoh.
"Yes, as if through a veil; and the veil is 'death'. Do you
understand? You are on one side of that veil and we are on
the other side of death."
Filoh's lips moved silently a moment. Then, "Yes."
"How much do you remember before things became
misty to you?"
Filoh moved restlessly. "Noise- screaming- shout-
ing-darkness-heaviness. Everything changed."
"Yes. And now all of you souls, listen: The noise,
screaming, shouting, and heat and darkness are in the past.
Your bodies are gone but you are alive. So stand up strong
and straight, think your mind calm, your feelings calm, and
think courage as you think of death. God, Allah, loves you.
He is the Merciful, the Compassionate. Let there be memo-
ries only, of the past.,  Filoh, are they listening?"
"They understand."
"Fine! We are not of your religion but we want to help
you. Put out of yourselves heaviness and distress, any anger
or hate, any pain and helplessness. Make yourselves shining
and clean. You made your pilgrimage to Mecca and now you
are going to the spiritual Mecca.,  Filoh, please explain it
to them in your own terms, if I have not expressed it clearly.
Most of the earthbound souls were ready to go. "All of
you are faithful ones who were on your pilgrimage. You are
God's children. But God has many children. God is merciful;
his children are of all religions. Do you know this? ,   I


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ask for spiritual helpers to assist Filoh to lead them, if he
needs help.,  What do you see, Charlene?"
"Not even entity-types; just sparkles shining."
"Souls," I finished, "know that all religions are worthy
of respect. Remember when you come back that we are all
children of God. Good-bye. Happy journey."
"Allah be praised for your help," said Filoh. "We accept
your help so graciously given. We go now."
Not all of the souls had been ready to follow Filoh. A
woman's voice said that she was still looking to fmd her
husband and oldest son; but she and others accepted that their
family members, whether living or dead, were "safe in
God's love," wherever they were; and she decided, "No one
needs to look back, do they?" And so she led a second group
into the Light.
That left only a few who did not want to leave the earth-plane.
The man speaking for these said he had been bom to perform
a certain work, and that work was not yet accomplished.
I agreed that the change had been so sudden, so abrupt
that it tore him out of the earth-scene. "But remember that
we still here cannot see or hear you now. If you try to stay,
you would be frustrated, ignored by everyone. The physical
plane is for physical work. And you need to leave your work
for others now and move on to the plane of souls, the
heavenly land, and go to your own work there. You can still
send love and thoughts to those who still live on the
earth-plane. Do you understand? We are trying to help you.
"
"It wasn't supposed to be like this," insisted the man.
"Do you mean that your death was a true accident?"
"Yes," he said positively.
"One of your Muslim leaders said the explosion was the
Will of Allah and that it was the destiny of each of the
fourteen hundred to die at that precise moment, if not in the
tunnel, then elsewhere."
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"For some, perhaps," was his only reply.
"If it was not their destiny, then even so, as one holy teaching
says, 'All things work together for good, to those who love the
Lord. ' All of you were on pilgrimage, all of you are those who
love God. What else can you tell me, how this experience
can be turned to good?" He did not answer.
I asked for a wise teacher of his own religion to explain
the spiritual situation to this and the remaining souls, but
there was no response. It was very quiet. After a moment of
waiting, I asked Master Ching if he would give a message
to these who felt that their lives had been cut short before
their time.
With calm deliberation came Master Ching 's message,
"Nothing is lost; nothing is delayed; no harm is done. Time
is not of much importance. You will go on-and learn- and
come back, and do the job better for the experience."
I thanked him and said, "Souls, you heard this wise
master. If you doubt, offer your doubt as a sacrifice to
Allah, a gift to him. If you feel reluctance or regret to
leave the earth-plane, offer those as gifts to him. Let his
Light into your heart.,  Let Master Ching 's words be
like a healing flow within you.,  Now are you ready to
follow Master Ching or one of your own spiritual leaders?"
This time all were ready, "no little lost ones remain-
ing," and Charlene said that all she saw was "just shining
space."
"I saw just light and darkness, basically, " she added, after
returning to full consciousness. "A lot of souls had already
gone on. Those remaining were still huddled together, filled
with darkness and heaviness. It all happened so suddenly.
They were good people. They were really grateful to be
helped. When you said the word 'death' they suddenly
understood and felt relief. But when you said, 'when you
come back,' they looked startled!"
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What Each of Us Can Do
All through this chapter I have talked about channeling and
contacting lost or wandering entities through hypnosis. That has
been the way in which I have done this work, and it gives the
satisfaction of hearing directiy through the channel what the
feelings and thoughts of the entities contacted are. It is a
conversation between the contacted soul and me. The disadvan-
tage is that a third person, the channel, needs to be present.
Many are excellent, capable, and willing-but most are also
extremely busy!
Some psychic persons, including some of my friends, are
able to hold such conversations with invisible entities either
in meditation or through automatic writing, or by asking their
discarnate guides and teachers questions and listening with
open minds for answers.
For most people, however, the psychic ability may not be
sufficiently developed and the availability of a friend who can
cooperate as a channel may be lacking. Many people do offer
prayers for others who are in dire circumstances or in suspected
distress or unhappiness. Depending on what their religion has
taught them, these persons may pray for the "dead" as well as
for the living. The prayers may be directed to God directly, to
one of the saints, to angelic beings, or simply to "Servants of
the Light."
For several years all of the friends who had assisted me
as channels became so deeply involved in their own activities
and problems that I found myself thrown back onto my own
resources. I accepted the simation as a spirimal lesson that
I needed to stand on my own feet and take full responsibility
alone for the work I felt was mine to do.
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During this period I began a series of morning meditations
aimed at assisting certain groups of souls that needed help.
One morning I might focus on the souls of aged people who
felt that their usefulness had gone and that their continued
living was a burden on their families, and who in their
despondency wanted to die. I focused especially on those
who did manage to commit suicide. In my meditation I called
to their notice the "safe highway or roadway" that led into
the Light, urged them to come and let themselves be com-
forted and helped home.
Another morning I would focus on the infants who had
been rejected, their bodies aborted before birth or left
exposed to die after being born. Using words like "a warm
stream of love" instead of "light," I called these souls to
come and let themselves be borne into the safe, warm Pool
of Love. (When a friend did channel for these at a later time,
she said that thousands of tiny bundles came floating at the
call, most of them containing girl babies.)
At yet another time I would call all the lonely, miserable
teenagers who felt that their families did not care about them
and who in desperation had killed themselves. I felt their
loneliness and desperation. Many of them believed that
nobody would care, nobody would even notice if they
disappeared; they felt worthless. And then there were those
who had turned to drugs to deaden the feelings of desperation
and loneliness and had killed their body accidentally by an
overdose of something.
There was also the category of adults of both sexes who
were overburdened by the demands of family and job. It
seemed that there was never a dearth of groups of needy
persons to try to help: toddlers killed by abuse; gang
members in a rumble; victims of wars, floods, earthquakes,
fires, famine, accidents., 
After a few weeks of more or less regular meditations of

this sort, I began to feel a deep weariness. Therefore I
suggest that those who use a similar type of approach ask
for additional strength and energy for themselves as well as
for the ones they are wishing to assist.
As mentioned, my motto was, "It can't hurt and it may
help." One disadvantage for me was that I had to offer my
desire to the Higher Powers and not have any way of
knowing how much, if any, effect my meditations and
prayers had produced. This was only a self-centered wish,
I knew, and I recalled the maxim of the Bhagavad Gita, to
"Serve for the sake of the service and not in the hope of
reward," and the Buddhist maxim, to "perform action
without attachment to the fruits of the action." It is not
necessary to know how much or even whether one has
helped. To quote Gandhi, "Whatever you do will never be
enough, but it matters enormously that you do it."
If you wish to become a helper in this work, as many do,
I suggest that you begin by meditating at first for one or a
few individuals whom you know personally or whose stories
you have read about or heard about on television. Quiet your
own mind and emotions first of all; this is important. Then
call the person you wish to assist, and explain what happened
and what the result was-i.e., that the person's body died.
Be gentle but forthright. "Listen" for any answering
thoughts that may come into your mind; they may be from
the one you are talking to. Answer any questions that come
into your mind as if from the other. The soul may not realize
that the body has died.
Gradually, as you continue, you will acquire self-confidence and will feel at ease in calling to larger groups of souls
and asking them to come onto the bright safe highway or the
Bridge of Light leading into the next dimension, their home.
One psychic friend, a boy who was about twelve at the
time, said that many who wanted to answer the invitation


felt that they could not come because they were so
"dirty"- loaded with the trash of unpleasant mental and
emotional habits and of rejection and abuse. His mother, also
psychic, agreed. She said that many souls needed to be given
an opportunity, by suggested visualizations, to clean themselves up before coming into the highway and heading home.
She likes the symbol of a pool of cleansing, healing light.
Her son felt that some of the souls needed stiff brushes as
well! Both agreed that many entities felt a deep sense of
unworthiness and a fear of being rejected if they tried to
come. We have included in our wording that the invitation
is for all who hear us and are ready to go to the next realm,
even those who feel most unworthy-the outcasts, the untouchables, the infants.
We have found that the greatest hindrance to this type of
work is not in ourselves but in the deep-rooted rage and hate,
based on either fear or a sense of superiority, that infects the
places where wars are seething. Some wars are clearly
visible, with all the fear, pain, violence, and blood that we
hear and read so much about. Other wars are invisible,
roiling in the hearts and minds of people who have been
socially or religiously at odds with others in their country or
neighboring lands for decades or cenmries. These are the
main hindrances, these long-term habitual attitudes of hate,
often based on fear and perpetuated by all the subtle acts and
words, the facial expressions, and little social slights that
human beings know to make other human beings feel infe-
rior, rejected, humiliated.
Although individual meditations and prayers are always
welcomed by the Servants of the Light in trying to soften
ingrained harshness and long-term negative atti-
tudes-whether in small groups or large, whether racial,
social, or religious-the meditations of a group of workers
is recommended- "two or more gathered together"- and not

just one time, but repeatedly. "Send Light, send Love, fill
the leaders with love and compassion, send courage and
patience and understanding to the people on both sides of the
conflict," we are told. If we are in doubt as to the Tightness
of such meditations, we are told clearly, "It is always all
right to pray for the soul of anyone, that it may have strength,
courage, and love," and I always add, "and wisdom."
Such meditations for persons like Hitler may be difficult
for us. But during the terrible Battle of the Bulge in World
War II, when Hitler's forces were bulging forward into
Belgium irresistibly, some Christian groups in the United
States began to "send love" to Hitler as the person, not as a
leader of those forces. And it was shortly thereafter that the
"bulge" was stopped.
Of course no one can either prove or disprove any
relationship between the meditations in the United States and
the sudden change in the progress of the war in Europe. But
that should not deter us from offering our meditations and
prayers on the side of the Light, no matter where and toward
whom it is directed. And that means we offer them with love,
not anger or hate. In some cases it is easier if we envision
the recipient of our love as the young hurt child he used to
be, bruised and warped by life.




She's a banshee-she gathers together, hke an octopus [his
arms grasped his chest] and snake-like coils around, while
she is laughing hysterically."
"How can my cousin be released? At present he doesn't
want to be."
"True-but I must go. She is getting into a situation that
needs my presence. Good-bye!"
Lili commented afterward, "I felt that the karmic ties had
something to do with her grandfather, who had helped A at
one time, and in gratitude A made the vow, maybe to help
the family. He said he was 'living out his vow. ' But he didn't
want you to ask more about that! And he left in a great
hurry-he was feeling it really urgent to get back to her."
At present, several years later, Z is following a different
path and my cousin, no longer so young, seems to be free.
A few years after the above session, my coworker Mary,
and I decided to see if we could do anything about a
prominent military figure whose activities were destabilizing
the status of several small countries. My friends and I felt
despair at the thought of one more war in this century of
conflicts. We had been told to "send love" to the warring
factions. It was easier to say than to do. Mary volunteered to
channel any obsessing entities who might be in the military man
whose arrogance and aggressiveness were so conspicuous.
With Mary in hypnosis I asked first if it was all right for
us to work for the man "S" today. Mary's finger said yes.
The "yes" finger also rose when I asked if it was all right
for us to talk to any obsessing entities in S. Then I requested
the presence of S's own High Self, to supervise the session,
and asked that Jesus, the Prophet Mohammed, and other

Bright Beings also be with us. With this protection and strong
backup, we began.
The first to come when I asked for the strongest entity in
S was Sheik "M. " He said he found S when S was only five,
and entered him at twelve. "I used his own instincts to seek
vengeance on those who have hurt mine and me for centuries
He thinks we get vengeance only while we live. That is a
misconception! We'll go on until all eyes and teeth are
restored for all my brothers in the name of Islam, the Holy
One. The fire burns just as hot when we pass over.
"There are many opportunities, " he continued, "from any
who are oppressed, beaten, harmed, as was S. Their hatred
opens them to us easily, but only when the body is mature
enough to be used. Of course if the children were not so
harmed by those around, by those adults in power, we could
not use them. If people would learn to take better care of
their children so that they become better adults, the world
would improve.
"Now you think that I'm 'evil'? A 'dark entity'? No," he
went on, "I am a very highly developed, intelligent, proud
man, like my brothers; but we cannot allow the score to be
broken. Karma will be fulfilled to us."
Mary, the channel, was thinking, as she reported after the
session, "Oh, this may go on all day!"
And I, the facilitator, was thinking, "As strong and
stubborn an ego as M will not respect or listen to any 'infidel'
not of his religion, or especially to any woman. But he would
listen to the Prophet, a Bright Being who was once a human,
a man of his own religion."
So I said, "I ask the Prophet to speak. Sheik M speaks of
oppressions and hate, and I know that there have been many
such things suffered by his people. Centuries before you.
Prophet of the Lord, there was a master who said, 'Hatred
ceases not by hatred at any time. Hatred ceases by love.'
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Another master said, 'Love your enemy.' But if there is
revenge for 'all eyes and teeth,' will there ever be an end to
vengeance? Will the Prophet speak to us?"
With only the briefest pause a voice spoke: "We feel much
sorrow for this poor soul and all the others. They are just
babes. Our love for them is great. Yes, I believe-I know-
I
know-iho day is coming when love will overcome hatred.
 There is always some hatred; the world is a Babel. Babes
grow into adults with some harms. The harms will grow less
as time goes on.
"Some, like you, Louise, have overcome hatred. As each
one overcomes hatred there is a pull to love. The same for
this one (Sheik M), who is very close to the earth-phnQ.
That love will overcome this one.
"You people on earth need to develop your own love and
step in when you see no love-not passively! Love is strong!
It expresses itself in many, many ways. The motivation must
be love. Search the self constantly for the motivation. Love
is the opposite of hate and the negatives of fear and anxiety.
Love is more than the absence of negatives like fear and
hate. When you have love, you know it where your heart
is-and there will be peace.
"Now," he finished, "I place my hands on this one's
head" (Sheik M's) "and pour into him the love he was
denied in his lifetime. I see S as a small child- so hurt- and
I pour my love into him. And I ask M in the name of Allah
to leave S, and I command him to enter the Light, and from
now on to do good, and to bring his brothers with him- for
they do love me."
"We also, Mary and I, send our love," I murmured.
"Thank you. Prophet of the Lord."
Three children, two brothers and their sister, remained
in S. The older lad said his name was Fahid, his age about
twelve. They had chosen to go into S when S was eighteen;

"He wsis fun, exciting, boisterous, adventuresome, strong!
It's not so exciting now. But the war is exciting. He has
things planned.
Fahid said that other entities came and went in S. "This
is all, right now [he and his siblings]. When his anger is very
bright others are attracted. I'll miss M and his people-they
are so beautiful, so proud and sure! They knew what they
had to do!"
The children had heard what the Prophet said but didn't
understand it. I explained in simpler words that children
sometimes get harmed by what the elders teach them, and
so on. Fahid seemed less than interested.
"I'd like to go where M went. Soon this will be an empty
shell, anyway."
"You mean that S's body may soon die?"
"I feel that it will."
"He is willing to die for Allah," I reminded him.
"He is willing to die for self corrected the boy. "He
doesn't allow any force outside of self to dictate to him, not
even Allah. M gave strength to what is already there. S has
much hatred."
"The Prophet said he was pouring out his love into S."
"Yes, I see it- it's there, but to change him it's too late.
He has set his course and must go the distance." He sighed.
"Too bad the fun is over."
"Oh, no, you'll be starting a whole new type of life! This
is just the beginning," I assured him.
"We'll be happy to go. ,  We are very dirty," he ended.
I suggested that the children "pretend" that all the dirt
was on the outside of their garment: "fear, hate, selfishness,
lust for power, the excitement of harming others. When all
three of you have done this, signify by Mary's 'yes' fmger."
After a brief pause, Mary's fmger rose.
"Wonderftil!" I congratulated them. "Now shuck off that

filthy garment and stand clean and clear, strong and beautiful."
"Can we go play in the river?" asked Fahid.
With my permission they joyfully rushed off, to return a
few moments later. "We need something to wear." At my
suggestion each one thought of the type of garment and the
color desired, and found that they were clothed.
"Your thoughts are very strong. Whatever you need you
can simply think about, and it will be there for you. Now I
ask for a guide to come for these children. Fahid, do you
see someone?"
"Yes-someone very pleasant." (smiling) "This is fun!
Exciting!"
"Remember, it was not fair of you to go into S's body,
nor for M to go into it, either. S's body belongs only to him,
as every person's body does. Do you understand?"
The children murmured that they did, and we said good-
bye. But the channel said afterward that they were rather
flippant, not really understanding what I was saying but
wanting to go with M, whom they admired.
I had invited S's Higher Self to be present at this session,
and I now addressed it: "Higher Mind of S, I know that you
are glad that this obstruction to your work is removed. Do
you have a message for S or for us?"
"Continue to pray for him. He has much pain to face.
Pray that he will turn his face to Allah. His ego is strong;
hate from childhood has filled him and has made so much
strength that when he is turned to Allah-how do your
Scriptures say it?- 'The last shall be first.' He has a great
destiny before him. His spirit, his soul, will learn much (on
the earth). None of it is wasted. We must remember, we are
all teachers for one another. So just pray for him to put
himself in the arms of Allah.


"You say he has much pain to face. Can we mitigate the
pain for him?" I asked.
"Oh, the pain is necessary; it is the pain of growth. He
will cry many tears for a long, long time-but it is necessary,
it is good. He hasn't cried tears for so long that the pain will
be welcomed. It will be like taking the plug off a geyser:
what relief!"
I asked if there was anything else we could do for S today and
the Higher Mind said, "Nothing today. You have done well."
I thanked him for his presence and his message and for
his instructions to us, then asked Mary what else she saw.
She sighed deeply. "I just see him in the background. He
will cave in upon himself from that vacuum. The strength of
M filled him up halfway. Now that M is gone, he has no
choice-but to turn-to Allah."
"The pain is the pain of the vacuum?"
"Yes ,  If you and I are brave enough, we will not
castigate him but will speak of him as another child of God."
The Bright Beings in this case are the Prophet Mohammed
and the Higher Mind of S, the military official. Both are
concerned-not with the safety of S's body nor with the
"success" of his military schemes, not even with shielding
him from the pains of his karma and his growing-but only
with his spiritual experience and maturation.

Our Higher Minds.
Another class of high beings is that of our own human
Higher Selves. The Higher Self or Higher Mind of almost
all persons, when contacted in hypnosis, is found to be a
worthy inhabitant of the Higher Dimension-the dimension



of wisdom, insight, power, beauty, love, and peace. (An
example has just been given in the previous case.) I have
called this Higher Self the Higher Mind or Superconscious
Mind. Others have called it the Spirit, the Inner Self Helper
(the ISH), the Divine Spark, the Inner Mind, the Self or Soul
(capitalized), or "That of God within," as the Quakers say.
It is not ordinarily tangible on the conscious level. Most
of us have had conscious awareness of the Soul only in rare
moments of ecstasy, in deep prayer, or in meditation. Yet
in each person, no matter how soiled and spoiled the earthly
self may appear, there is this center of purity, wisdom, and
light. Like all things, it is in the process of evolving,
growing, progressing; but it is the shining high reality of
each lower self-that is, of each person's conscious person-
ality. In meditation or through the state of hypnosis we can
call the Higher Mind of a person and talk with it, receiving
its input regrading the deep psychospiritual state of the lower
self and enlisting its cooperation in helping to strengthen,
cleanse, and protect the lower self as it struggles in the mud
and dust of earth-plane experiences.
A person's Higher Self can see down into the present the
problems and weaknesses, as well as the unrecognized
strengths and beauties of the person, and can also see back
into the childhood and infancy of the present life and into
the events and relationships of past lives, and even into the
future a certain distance. Much wisdom and strength comes
from a person's Higher Self. For this reason it has been
called one of the person's Spiritual Advisors, different from
a guardian angel or a guide but with the person's spiritual
welfare equally at heart.
I have found a very few exceptional cases of a Higher
Mind that seemed to be not much higher than the client's
conscious level. It might have been that the usual techniques
of my hypnotic methods did not manage to contact the true


Higher Self of these few clients, or it may be that the Higher
Mind or Soul was noticeably less evolved than normal in
these several persons. The Spiritual Advisors who came when
I asked for them also seemed to be more earthy than truly
spiritual. At present I am still uncertain as to the causes in these
cases. Past lives of these clients were abnormal, a few bordering
on the psychopathic, with little or no moral sense or conscience,
as if the Soul were spiritually incomplete.
Contacting our Higher Self
Carroll, a psychic lady from Washington state, gave a
workshop on the extrasensory abilities, and as an experiential
exercise at the end of the workshop she told us how to access
our own Higher Minds.
"Go into meditation first," she told us, "and when you have
centered yourself, tell yourself that you wish to ascend into the
superconscious level and communicate with your Higher Self.
Ask your Higher Self for a message, and then wait and listen.
If you do not receive a message during your period of meditation
in the High Realm, the message will come to you as you come
back toward ordinary awareness or even later. It will come as
one or two or three words-not more than one sentence."
Carroll led us into meditation, invited our Higher Minds
to contact our lower minds on the conscious level, and then
directed us to wait and listen in silence.
I received nothing at all-and really was not surprised, for
my own talents do not run to the psychic. But I still waited.
On the gentle descent back to normal consciousness,
however, I got a clear perception of a few words, "Keep
a-pluggin', keep a-pluggin'."
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Was that my message?! Did my Higher Self have to tell
me to do that? What else had I been doing for the last fifty
years and more? Emotionally I really went down for two or
three days afterward.

Then I decided at home to try again. Maybe the second
attempt would give a clearer, better message. I repeated the
meditative preparation, "inviting my soul," as Walt Whit-
man would say. I asked for a message. And again I waited.
This time the words came, "Keep on working. Keep on
working." Hm. Well, at least that didn't make me feel like an
old broken-down horse, an old "plug" that was just plugging
along, one foot after another. Sometimes I had felt like that.
After a few more days I began to think, childishly, "Well,
they say the third time is the charm. I'll try it once more."
So again I ascended to the Higher level in hypnomeditation,
asked for a message (I wanted a nicer one), and waited.
Again nothing until I was ready to return to normal con-
sciousness, and then-with a clear tincture of amusement, a
chuckle from my Higher Self, came the words, "Keep
a-chuggin'; keep a-chuggin'." And this time there was an
aura of gentle kidding, of kindly teasing that reminded me
that the chuggin' didn't have to be heavy and plodding-it
could be cheerful and light-hearted.
So I accepted that, realizing that I had been given definite
instructions to keep on for a good while without thought of
retirement until more work had been accomplished.
A symbolic message in hypnosis had been given to me in
1980 that I would continue working for twenty years more
until I am eighty-eight. At that age, in that dreamlike
symbolic journey, I would come out on the crest of a long
sunbathed hill among juniper and pinion trees, with sage-
brush and wildflowers. Standing and looking west over a
magnificent view of wild canyons and deserts to the far
mountains, I would tell myself, "I'll stop here. Some of the


Others will go on, but my life work is done." And there was
a feeling of quiet completion and peace.
I did not have to accept that progression into the future
as a pattern of the next twenty years, but I chose to do so.
The future is not fixed; it depends on our decisions and
actions in the present. I accept the instruction given me in
the first contact with my Higher Mind and I keep a-chuggin'
more or less faithfully, and plan to continue for a few more
years. Then I can retire at eighty-eight-unless I change my
mind first, and leave this plane; or re-evaluate then and stay
around to work or play still longer. I believe that I have
freedom of choice.
Another contact with my Higher Self in meditation re-
sulted in the poem on the next page.

Nonhuman Servants of the Light.
A whole kingdom of invisible beings, sometimes called
the Angelic Kingdom, is composed of those that have been
called angels, archangels, cherubim, seraphim, and so on.
In the Hindu religion the angels would be called devas,
"Shining Ones." These spiritual beings are genderless,
neither male nor female, although for convenience we may
say "he" or "she," "god" or "goddess," according to the
quality of the attributes each manifests.
I like the story of the young Hindu disciple who asked his
master how many gods there were. "Thirty-three thousand,
three hundred and thirty-three," replied the old man promptly.
"Oh, yes, I know; but how many Great Gods are there?"
"Thirty-three," said the master.
"Yes, the Thirty-three. But how many really great?'

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3. Vows, and spells sworn or invoked in the past. Some
may be ancient, from past lives of long ago. These come
to have an enduring life of their own, like thought-forms,
whether positive or negative- although even the "posi-
tive" ones have negative aspects, such as a desire to control,
to possess, or to overprotect. Perhaps understandable, even
appropriate at one time, such loving or protective vows
come to be prisons deep in the subconsciousness as life-
times pass.
4. Animal-like "false protectors "(BM^win'stQvm), snarl-
ing, growling, threatening. Some (or all?) of these may be
thought-forms. Such entities present themselves as protec-
tors of the host. I have not encountered animal guides of the
shamanic types as invading, obsessing entities. Helpful
beings do not invade.
5. In a very few instances I have encountered an animal
soul as an obsessing entity-a wolf in one case, a lamb in
another, the latter the cause of a terrible fear of wolves in
the client.
6. Nature spirits, including those described by various
religions: spirits of trees, of rocks, of clouds, and so on. I
have not found many of these as yet, but they appear to
include the "little people" described over the centuries by
many persons who have astral vision as elves, fairies,
gnomes, trolls, etc.
7. "Spiritual viruses" or "concordant elements" which
seem to be the same as what Baldwin calls "group mind"
or "group family influence." Such entities we have en-
countered several times. A passive infectious agent on the
psychospiritual level, such an entity can spread through-
out a family down the generations, like a curse, or spread


outward to other persons, infecting them. These tell us that
they can be rendered dormant but not killed.
8. "Elementals" and legions. Invisible, nonphysical
beings that are intellectually rather dull. They may or may
not have names. Not intrinsically evil, still they are usually
on the dark side and need to be treated like recalcitrant
children, kindly but very firmly. There seems to be some
overlap between these entities and minor demonic ones, at
least in my attempts to classify.
9. Demonic beings, definitely on the dark side. Some
claim to be followers of a more powerful dark force such as
Satan. The minor ones may say they have no name. These
are relatively weak although they may try to present at first
a bombastic threatening facade. Strong dark entities, how-
ever, are vicious, intelligent, and sly with a profound hatred
and contempt for human beings. They may cause the client
to convulse or become violent as they try to push the
obsessive stage into complete possession. (Discussion of
these is in the next chapter.)
10. Extraterrestrial beings. To date I have encountered
only a moderate number of these entities who claim to
have come from some other planetary system; but other
therapists have contacted more. Some are entities
which-nor invading human beings- offer counsel and
advice to the human race. The ones we have dealt with
are the lower types, the invaders, the manipulators, or
else the merely curious.
The following report of a brief releasement for a young
man will serve as an introduction to nonhuman entities.
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Cody.
This young man, "Cody," said he had had a drinking
problem and had had rages and irrational behavior starting
at the age of twelve. His fmger movements said there was
an entity obsessing him. When called out, the entity, express-
ing itself through the client, began to snarl and hiss, showing
its teeth. It said its name was "Casterlai," hissing the name
through its teeth and making the client's body quiver tensely
all over.
I placed my hand on the client's chest and said, "Be
calm,  that's good," as the body gradually relaxed somewhat.
Casterlai said he had entered the client when Cody was
six but became more "interested" in him when the boy was
twelve.
"Have you ever been human?"
"No."
"Are you of the dark side?"
"What do you think?!" he said sarcastically.
"I ask the Bright Beings to place a net of light around
you-the warmth is all around you. Can you feel it? Yes?
And you can feel my hand as I place it on Cody's arm, and
you know that I care about you. Isn't having someone care
about you better than your being lonely?" "Yes," he
murmured.
"I think you don't want to be lonely." "No," he said, his
bombast gone.
He said he had not been "created" by anyone; that he
was not "an individual being"; and that he was not "a
spirit of darkness. " When told to look deep inside himself
into the core of himself he found cold; told to look into
the midst of the cold, he lay with eyes open, passive, not
answering.
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I went on, "There is warmth in the very core of you. Turn
away from the darkness and the cold. Feel the warmth-feel
the warmth of the Bright Ones. Open your heart to their light
and warmth. Do you feel it? Look into the eyes of the Bright
Beings; see the expression in their eyes. Do you see anger?
Do you see hate?"
"No," he said.
"Do you see kindness, gentleness?"
"Yes."
"Do you think they would turn you away if you went to
them?"
"No."
"Bright Ones," I addressed them, "take this tired being
to his own appropriate place where he can rest and change
silently, miraculously, into a new being through your energy
and light. Casterlai, hold out your hand to the Shining Ones.
You have made a decision to turn to the light and to
gentleness.,  Cody, what do you see?"
There was a pause. When I asked if Casterlai and the
Bright Beings had gone, Cody said "Yes."
I think of these nonhuman entities usually as more or less
male, although they are actually genderless; and from old
habit I tend to think of them as being more or less humanoid
in form, although clients describing them, or the entities
describing themselves, often use terms like "shapeless,"
"like a gray blob," and so on. I speak of their "heart" and
their "hand" and occasionally an entity may correct me: "I
have no heart; I don't have hands. " So I change my wording
to "in the very core of yourself," "reach out," and then I
wait until after the client returns to full consciousness and
listen to what the client has seen: "The entity was like an
amoeba and stretched out a prong of itself. , "
I suppose Casterlai is to be classified with emotionforms, not "created" as a thought-form, not "an individual

being," and not a spirit of darkness, a demonic type, but
more like a personification of the helpless rage of a child
covering that child's deep feeling of coldness, of being
unloved.
A second entity, a human female, was also found in Cody.
After assisting her into the Light, I began to count Cody back
to normal consciousness. He was humming softly. He
thought it was himself singing, but I wondered if it were not
also Casterlai or poor "Betty" singing at last. As we see,
both human and nonhuman entities can be present, obsessing
the same client.
Thought-forms, Including Emotion-forms.
Thought is extremely strong. "Thoughts are things,
agree many sources, and repeated thinking can produce
reality- swiftly in the invisible realms, more gradually
and slowly but nonetheless surely on this side of death.
The combined thoughts and concepts of many persons
over the centuries have created many powerful thought-
forms which have been represented both visually, in artistic
portraits and sculptured images, and in mental/verbal stereo-
types. Some are tremendously powerful because of having
been accepted beliefs for ages by myriads of people and can
be either noble or terrible, wicked or good. The good and
noble ones may become visible at times to earnest persons
as visions. The evil or terrible ones may influence human
beings as nightmares, hound them as oppressive fears,
angers, etc., or invade as obsessing entities.
The thoughts of individuals also create thought-forms,
which are mostly evanescent, but when deliberately cre-
ated by one or more persons in rituals and sent out to


perform a stated purpose will contain the power of the
creators' concentrated thoughts, desires, and directions.
Bothblackandwhitemagicexist.Thesethought-formscome
to have a life of their own but are limited. They usually feel
that they have no free will and no goal except to fulfill their
instructions , with no concept of good or evil . They can think
in a limited way and can speak.

Created Thought-forms.
The thought-forms I encounter when performing release-
ments are usually of a negative nature. A number have turned
out to be the creations of human individuals, including
teenagers, using ancient rituals of magic from old books now
being republished. Some of these people started out with
white magic, which aims to do good; but, tempted by the
feeling of power, they went on into "gray magic" (using the
power for selfish purposes) and then into "black magic"
(using the power to control, manipulate, and even harm other
people and animals). I call and talk to these thought- forms
almost exactly as I do to trapped earthbound psyches, but
instead of using the idea of love to soften resistance, the idea
of happiness is often the key for a nonhuman entity.
]ock-1
"Jock-l" was a highly talented and intelligent young
man, unemployed at the time. He had had a number of
streaks of bad luck and felt that negative forces had been
directed toward him, starting two years previously when he


an entity within her. Although the young lady herself was
more than doubtful, she gave her permission for us to release
any that we might fmd. Here is a condensation of part of the
session.
"I am calling the strongest entity in 'Winnie F.' She has
given permission for you to come, and Lili has given
permission for you to speak through her mouth and vocal
cords. Won't you tell us your name?"
While I was speaking Lili's face began to change into an
expression of a snarl, with lips drawn back over her teeth.
A snarl was the only answer to the request for a name. I
chuckled.
"That's not a very nice name."
A sort of growl was the only reply. I laughed.
"Is that your real name?" I teased. "How about if I call
you 'Snorp'?"
The entity replied, "Growl-growl-growl!" These
sounds were a sort of cross between a dog's growl and a
cat's hiss: a vocalized hiss, loud and harsh.
"Now Snorp, why don't you calm down and talk to me
properly. Were you ever human?"
More growls and snarls.
"You can talk English if you want to. I bet you were never
human, were you, Snorp? Put your thoughts into Lili's
mind,  she will speak them for you. , " (No answer
except more growls.)
"Why don't you talk to me? Come on-you can speak
English. You know you can." (The reason I felt so certain is
that thoughts in any language, or none at all, are received by
the mind of the channel, translated into English, and the
channel speaks them aloud. Snorp could think if he could growl)
Louder roars were the only reply.
"I think you were created by someone, weren't you? Is
that right?"


A softer growl seemed to agree with my statement. From
then on I asked Lili to use fmger movements, and through
the fmgers we got that Snorp had not been created by a man.
There was a hesitation when asked if he had been created by
a woman, with his head sideways as if thinking. He had not
been created by a child. But yes, he had been created by "a
person in a woman's body but whose soul is a child-soul."
(I had in mind a certain woman when I posed the question
in these words.)
When the fmgers said "yes," Snorp gave a weird, high-
pitched little cry that startled me. I do not know what it
signified.
"Thank you for answering, Snorp." With a few more
questions I tied down that the creator of Snorp was indeed
that woman I had suspected.
"Why did she create you, Snorp? Tell me, WHY did she
create you?"
In a tight, strained voice the entity said, "For protection.

"Protection? For whom?"
"Winnie."
"Protection from what?"
"I never knew."
"Is that all you are to do?"
"hm hm."
There followed a conversation in which Snorp revealed
very little knowledge and even less logic. Occasionally he
relapsed into growls again. At last, gently but emphatically
I said, "Snorp, it seems to me your characteristics are dark
ones like anger, jealousy, malice, and hostility. Don't you
agree?"
This time he really roared! I laughed aloud at him.
"WHY did the woman create you and say it was for
'protection'? What is she trying to achieve?"
The answer held no logic. "Snorp, do you represent

things that are in that woman, characteristics Uke maUce and
anger, jealousy and hostility?"
Snorp ignored the question. "She let me become.
"Did she use rituals or magic practices to create you?"
 Thoughtr
"What was that thought, the main thought in her mind
when she created you?"
Snorp paused as if thinking or trying to express: ", 
to come ,  to be in between ,  to come. "
"When you were in Winnie, what influence did you have
on her thoughts and behavior?"
Onothers, who came to her,  Roar,  ROAR,  ROAR!"
"That would make others afraid of her, wouldn't it?"
He snarled and nodded.
"Why do you want to make people afraid of her?"
"To protect her."
"From what?"
"For her.
What does she want from Winnie?"
"I-don't-know." He gave a snort.
"Snorp, I imagine she told you that you had to do exactly
as she told you, didn't she?" He nodded. "But if you have
to do just what you are told, that means you are a slave,
doesn't it? Snorp, you do have free will. She should have
explained that to you.,  Before you came I invited some
Bright Beings here. They are in this room. You do have a
choice. If you want to feel brightness and happiness, you
only have to turn and look at their brightness and feel the
warmth. It's very simple.,  Did you turn to the Bright
Beings?" There was a nod. "I am so glad for you! Now look
at their faces." He nodded again. "Look at their eyes. What
do you see in their eyes?"
There was a moment's pause; then he murmured,
"Peace."
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"Yes. And would you like to feel peace forever?" His
murmur was affirmative. "Then just go to the Bright Ones
and give your strength to them. You are strong; I asked for
the strongest entity to come, and you came. Just mrn your
strength over to them to become part of their light to use as
they see fit. 
There was a quietoess on Lili's face that indicated that all
was well. I wish I had given Snorp a new name before he left.
Usually I do, or have the entity choose one. This time I forgot.
For a similar entity that I encountered some months later,
I offered a choice between giving his strength to the Bright
Beings to become part of their strength (this brought a
head-shake) or holding out a hand to the Bright Ones and
letting them lead him to his own place in the Gardens of
Learning. This was accepted at once. I had the feeling that
the entity had refused the first alternative mostly from long
habit of contrariness rather than from true aversion. It did
give me something to consider, however: Even these created
thought-forms value their beingness: "She let me become "
As for Snorp, when Lili came back to full consciousness
she turned to me and said, "Weren't you frightened? He
would have clawed you! And you laughed!" She said he
wanted to take her arm and reach out and claw my face with
her fingernails. She, however, was in control of her body
and would not permit him to do more than make faces and
cause jerking of her limbs.
"No, I wasn't frightened. I knew I had a powerful backup
in the presence of our teachers and Christ and the Enlight-
ened One. With those four on our side, I knew there was no
danger. We asked once before if you needed more protection
in this work and were told no. The same for me. We are
protected."
"Yes, but if I didn't trust them and you, it would be a
little frightening to me to be just lying in the middle of it all.

having given partial control to the entity and not knowing
what it is going to do. But you laughed!"
"Well, I had meditated beforehand that I would somehow
know what to do and what to say. Maybe it was the right
thing to laugh at him.

Lili had incurred the anger of a man who practices black
magic in the area. She would not tell me his name, but she
knows where he lives and calls him "the man by the river."
She had had nightmares about him in the past, and in
hypnosis we discovered that he had been attempting to
influence her. It was he who had previously sent his stooge
to enter and obsess her. When we expelled that strong
thought-form and it chose to go into the light, the man by
the river looked for other ways to harass Lili.
As she was leaving after one of our work sessions, she
mentioned that for the past two weeks she had been having
strange unpleasant happenings in her home, poltergeist-type
and very crude and unclean: human excrement, for instance,
inside a pair of trousers on top of her pile of clean laundry.
"Nobody else was there"; she insisted, "not even the dog
could have gotten in. Another time one of the beds was wet
and no one was there."
Although the hour showed that it was nearly time for her
to go, I decided to see if we could find out in a few minutes
what this was all about. Lili agreed willingly. She went into
self-hypnosis; I deepened the state very briefly and then
called the entity. It came at once.
When I asked its name, however, the lips compressed and
then it sneered, "I don't have a name and if I did I wouldn't
tell your It mrned its head away and folded its lips still more
tightly.
To myself I wondered if the man by the river had created
this thought-form and had told it not to talk to me. Finger
movements confirmed this suspicion. Lili told me afterward


that although she and I had given the entity control of her
mouth and vocal cords, she still controlled her fingers and
could give answers through them herself, knowing the
entity's thoughts.
I gave the entity a scolding for doing "crude, unclean,
gross things" in Lili's home. Then I found myself telling it,
in third person, about a different entity who, also stubborn,
had resisted my suggestion that he turn around toward the
Light but grumpily admitted that he felt the Light "on my
behind."
"Then you know that the Light and warmth are real," I
had reminded that entity. "Now how about turning sideways
so it can warm your face a little?" and so on.
The entity in Lili was quiet during the whole of this story.
For awhile it covered its eyes, and to my questioning why,
said it was because the Light was too bright. I assured it that
although the Light was brilliant, it was never the kind that
would hurt the eyes. The fact it was aware of the Light was
a good sign.
To my amazement the entity was remarkably quick to
make the decision to go into the Light. When I suggested
that it select a name for itself, it paused only an instant and
then said, "Sunshine."
It had been a very short-about ten or twelve min-
utes-and touching transformation. We bade Sunshine good-
bye and both of us felt his happiness and freedom.
I do not doubt that the man by the river is still more angry
with Lili and me. We have been told by our teachers that he
is permitted to live and be active but only in his own area.
Several persons have been drowned swimming or canoeing
in the river at certain places; I imagine that one of those
places may be where he lives. He is apparently able to send
out thought-forms even though confined to his home
grounds. Lili and I were told not to bother him; that he is

"We-el-1,  I'm tired. Lot of work putting all that junk
out there."
"Snag, I'm proud of you. It took a lot of courage and
strength to do that. Got a big pile now?"
Gr-r-eatbigr
"Fine. Now you are ready to look around for a light. Do
you see a light?"
"It's all around me. Yep."
"Now go to the brightest part of the light and get a new
name. A Bright Being will come and take care of the junk
and will lead you to your own proper place."
"I can just see 'em coming,  kinda dim.,  Light's
so bright I can hardly make 'em out."
"Good! Now ask them what your new name is."
",  Ansel,  Funny name."
"Okay, now you'll have a lot of fun as Ansel! Go with
them into your new life in the white light.,  Joe, tell me
when they are gone."
Joe's arm had been rising stiffly. "Yes, they're all gone.

Afterward he said that he raised his arm to point over the
horizon where they were disappearing.
I did not get to check, for my visit in that town was
brief, but I wondered if Joe's speech, which had always
been very slow, had become speeded up a bit since Snag's
departure!
Elementals like this are treated kindly and directively,
with firm correction when necessary-not punishment, but
correction of mistaken attitudes or "logic." They are quite
susceptible to suggestion and can be led by judicious praise
as well as controlled by judicious reproof.
A somewhat more intelligent entity that I believe might
be called an elemental was a nameless one that I called Gorf
.
A young woman told me that she had felt a foreign,
undesirable element in herself and had meditated repeatedly


until she felt free of it. Although her meditations had pushed
the entity outside, we discovered that it still clung to her aura
and affected her moods at times.
When I called "any entity in 'Corie's' body or attached
to her aura," the entity came at once. It was playful, teasing,
uncooperative. When I informed it that it did have a choice
between going to the darkness forever or else going into the
Light, it said scornfully, '"That's no choice!"
"Yes, it is," I insisted.
"I'll go back to her parents," decided Gorf.
"Oh, no, that's not an option. Neither is staying in her
aura. Which do you choose to do?"
Reluctantly Gorf finally allowed the Bright Helpers to pull
him away from Corie into the Light; but she told me afterward
that she was not sure he wanted to stay there. This session took
place before I had learned better how to handle resistant
entities and before I had learned of "intermediate" places.
Corie also told me that her parents had had years of
arguments and disagreements but that lately they had been
getting along much more amicably with each other. She felt
that Gorf could well have been part of their trouble in the
past and that, as he had implied, he had indeed left them to
go to her.

Legions, Group Entities,
Similar in Nature to Elementals.

In three or four cases an entity obsessing a client has said
its name was "Legion."
The first time I encountered such an answer I asked for
a spokesman to come out and talk with me, and Legion said,
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,
"We are many but we always stay together as one. Think of
a natural sponge: It is one thing, yet it is composed of many
individuals." From my background in biology I understood
this analogy at once. And so I talked with Legion as with
one being- and found it a sarcastic, taunting sort of being.
"Are you going to send us into the pigs?" it asked,
apparently referring to the tale of Christ's sending "Legion"
out of an insane man and into a herd of swine. I was surprised
by the reference.
"Well, you asked to be sent into them," I reminded it,
"so you got what you asked for."
"Hm, " said Legion, as if remembering, "I guess we did.

"And the pigs all drowned, so you didn't get to stay in
them very long," I added.
I continued with the usual persuasions and Legion was
finally willing to change its goals and aspirations and go to
the Light. But I found myself wondering if Legion had been
able to distract even the Carpenter of Galilee and trick him
into sending it into the swine-with the resultant freedom for
Legion after the swine had drowned.
Another interesting example of a Legion's nature is
revealed by the releasement I performed at the request of a
Persian (Iranian) woman for her young son. This request
was relayed to me through an American man who knew the
little boy. The actual work was done with the assistance of a
coworker of mine who channeled; that is, it was a "remote
releasement." All that I knew of the child's situation was what
the American man had told me, that the child had little or no
self-confidence, probably because the mother had so little for
herself. "Persians as a group have a tremendous martyr com-
plex," he had added. "They think the whole world is against
them and that nothing good can ever happen to them."
I called "the strongest entity or soul in young 'Abu'.
Please come and talk with us, but stay outside our bodies.
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Put your thoughts into Mary's mind and she will speak them
for you. I would like to know your name. Mary, just say
whatever comes into your mind first."
"Legion- in the Bible we are called 'Legion'."
I was surprised to hear this Legion also mention the Bible.
"How old was Abu when you entered him?"
"He was in the womb."
"Why did you enter him so early?"
"Well, the negatives in his mother drew us. She was a
miserable, unhappy person. She drew us, and he was a good
place to go. We stay together. Now we are in him. She may
feel some residue."
"Why did you leave her to go into him?"
"We had no choice. These women with child should know
this! Their weakness goes into the child. The child had no
defenses."
"But you forced your way into him, and yet you say you
'had no choice'?"
"We just follow the path of least resistance. There is no
resistance in the unborn child; sometimes even the soul isn't
there (yet). Sometimes the soul won't come in, and the body
dies. Young children [after birth] are vulnerable, too, but
the most vulnerable are in the womb.

"What negatives were in the mother?"
"She was just w/5^ra^/^.,  W?2}' are people miserable?"
"Oh, some are unhealthy, some are hungry, some lack
money for necessities. There are lots of reasons.,  Are
you what are called 'demonic beings'?"
"Well, we certainly are not angels." (I chuckled.)
"We're not positive forces. Some call us demons or devils.
. . . Sometimes when we are in negative personalities,
terrible things happen when they become adult: murders,
cruelties.,  This childjust /z<3/7p^AZ5 to be a v/cr/m, so negatives
like drowning kittens, etc., haven't happened, AS YET-but

they could. You are wondering how to get rid of this? Well,
this is not our favorite abode, but we will stay here."
"No, you have other options but you will not stay here."
"Will you transform us into pigs?" This Legion, too,
seemed to be referring to the Biblical account of Christ's
casting out the unclean spirit called Legion into a herd of
swine, at Legion's suggestion.
"That was not transforming-that was merely transporting you. And you asked for that."
"Hm. I guess we did ask to go into them. You think you
can transform us?"
"I don't do it. Higher Powers do it, and only when you
choose to be transformed. You have free will."
"Hm ,  I thought we were necessary,
"You were told that. You were told that negativity had
to exist to be a block against which people could push,
like the starting block for a runner. But there doesn't have
to be any block; there can be a rope for people to pull on
to get a good start forward. You were told lies by the
Father of Lies, your boss. There is negative energy, and
there is positive energy, and one can be transformed into
the other.
"I think," I went on, "that you have been unhappy,
miserable, lonely, cold-haven't you?"
"No ,  hm, no, we feel none of those. We just go where
we are called. No problem at all for us. Those are human
things, not ours."
"So you think you are exceptions to the Laws of Life,
that you are exempted from that Basic Law which states that
what one sows, that is what one also reaps? If you don't
believe me, ask the Shining Ones. They are here. I invited
them before we began this session."
There was a short pause. Then Legion said, thoughtfully,
"Hm-m,  they say that we are reaping what we've sown, 

in this hell that we create. But it's so dark. We don't know
any better. We don't know what to do."
"Yes, you've forgotten- it was so long ago that you knew
better. Look into your own heart. What do you see there?
Look deep under the black, in the very core of yourself, each
one of you. What do you see or feel there?"
". . .a tiny little pinpoint,  it's very pink, pulsating, very pretty,  it's interesting. But I think I should
explain to you: we are like a sponge, one thing, one being,
made up of many individuals but only one."
I wondered if Legion was trying to turn the conversation.
"Yes; but keep on looking. What is happening to the
pinpoint?"
"Well, it's shining out- it's shining out through everything, through everywhere!"
"Yes! And now that you can see that, you are becoming
transformed! I ask you to invite others like yourself, your
peers and subordinates, who may want to follow you and go
to the Shining Ones, too."
"I don't think you can change all of them, dear Louise."
(Was Legion truly transformed entirely already, or did I
detect some sarcasm in this comment?)
"Oh, no. But some may hear our voices and choose to go
with you."
"Some of them will come. Some need to be cleaned up.
. . . Before we go, be sure to tell this woman that she is still
responsible for this boy and should get help for herself. She
is still miserable. She influences this boy."
Legion was trying now to give helpful advice for those
whom it had previously harassed.
"Yes, I'll tell her; I'll get your message to her. Good-bye,
Legion. Go with the Bright Ones. You belong to them now.
"
I ended by visualizing, with Mary, that we were contacting Universal Mind and asking that a capsule of protection,
volunteer or not, undecided to the very last, raising her hand
only when I asked for "four."
In this case it appeared that Gota knew who he was and
where he belonged. I had merely asked that a guide suitable
for him come to escort him to his "appropriate place." (I
had no idea where that might be.)
One other similar case comes to mind at the moment, this
one involving one of my sons. I had noticed that some of his
actions had been out of character during the past several
years and had suggested to him-as tactfully as possible-that a releasement might be in order. (How does a
mother tactfully suggest to a grown son that he may be
"obsessed"?!)
To my surprise and relief he was open to the idea and was
willing to be his own channel. In the little session that
followed we found a being that he described as being
lizard-like, with intelligence but apparendy no real understanding of human sensitivities in some respects. I called the
being "Lizard," a name that it accepted; and in the course of
the short session it agreed to leave and go to its "appropriate
place." I do not feel that Lizard was one of the animal spirits
that help human beings, as in the shamanic teachings. This
entity seemed to be like most other invaders that we have dealt
with, "not part of this person, not belonging to this person."
Nature Spirits
Many teachers and mystics down the ages have taken for
granted that the forms of nature are indwelt by namre spirits
of one type or another, and names have been given to these
types: fairies, trolls, elves, leprechauns, salamanders, and


so on. The Buddhist scriptures speak of the gods of the trees;
the Native Americans speak of the Thunder Beings. Lili, one
of my coworkers, has seen (with her astral vision) what seem
to have been Thunder Beings. The anonymous British author
of The Boy Who Saw True, 1953), once saw "a big fairy
sticking to [a person's] aura," and once saw "a little man"
like a gnome in a garden. If we accept that some people
have astral vision that the rest of us do not have, we shall
respect what these special persons tell us, even if we can
not directly confirm what they say. If they are, for
example, able to see certain "colors" and the rest of us
are color blind to these "colors," who are we to say that
those "colors" do not exist?
I have met very few entities that I might call nature spirits,
but therapists and other people who have met some agree
that they do not have the same sense of ethics and morals
that human beings subscribe to. That explains the "pot of
gold at the foot of the rainbow" idea: Catch a leprechaun,
hold him fast until he promises to show you where to find
the pot of gold, then turn him loose to lead you-and he
disappears, and the rainbow forever recedes from you: no
pot of gold!
Concordant Elements (Spiritual Viruses)
I asked Harry, a member of our meditation group, to write
down what he had perceived as a nonhuman, nonentity
presence during one of our releasement sessions. He did so
and with minor editing I share it here.
"When one of our channelers was asked to explore
whether or not a member of the family had an entity

in her that might account for her difficulty with rek'
tionships both in and outside of the family, the channeler was informed that there was no entity present.
Further exploration revealed that there was a presence, but the channeler's guides knew of no way to
deal with it and were not sure there was any way it
could be dealt with.
"At a later date with Louise Ireland-Frey as facilitator I approached the presence. We approached it as
if it were really an entity just trying to evade detection.
We were clearly informed that this was not the case,
and were we to find a way to cause it to leave, it would
leave the individual in a very vulnerable position,
without effective protection from a worse presence
coming in to take its place.
"In trying to understand the nature of the presence
we explored what it did in a person. It seems to
function at the psychological level much as a virus
does at the physical level-for which reason we called
it at first a 'psycho-virus'. More correctly, it functions
at the mind/spirit level and enters the person's complex when there is a great deal of emotional content,
such as repressed anger, which may be a product of
both this incarnation and other past lives and resulting
in karma that is unresolved, hence can infect an entire
family. This seemed to be the case in this family, where
there is a lot of thinly masked hostility.
"Since I am not a passive channeler I interact with
whatever it is that I channel and hence come away
with a lot o( feelings about the presence I am channeling that sometimes takes me a considerable time to
process. I use the term presence in the most general way
to include anything that is present in a person that is
not part of the person. I have had several months now
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to process what I felt during the channehng and would
like to share those impressions now.
"Like a virus, the presence affects an organism
when the organism is in a weakened state and is unable
to fight it off A normal person, healthy at all levels,
remains unaffected even though a virus enters the
system, dealing with the virus easily via the immune
system. The 'psycho-virus' acts in the same way except
that it is unable to enter an individual unless the
system is already out of balance in some way, and then
when it does, it aggravates that particular imbalance.
However, even when the person's system is back in
balance the psycho -virus does not leave but merely
becomes dormant and will become active again any
time the system becomes unbalanced again. This is the
state with a person who responds to therapy, gets
better, seems to be cured, and then regresses within a
few weeks or even days, this cycle occurring time after
time.
"The 'psycho-virus' is also like a physical virus in
that there are many different forms it can take. I did
not realize this at the time, but gradually it became
clear from the presence I channeled that there were
many more like it, each responding to a particular imbalance. This one responded to repressed anger that seems
in this case to have been carried through several
incarnations.
"The presence is unlike a physical virus in that it
can not invade any system unless that system is out of
balance, and then not if some other entity is already
there. It seems to be attracted to a system only when
that system has been out of balance for a sufficient
length of time. The 'system' can be one individual or can
include several individuals, hence an entire family. It
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seems to function as a presence that causes the underlying imbalance to be made manifest (if you will, to
cause it to be so uncomfortable that hopefully it will
be dealt with).
"Now how does one deal with this?
"The first way is to restore the system to a state of
balance, at which point the 'virus' will become inactive-i.e., dormant. If I understand correctly, as soon
as the particular imbalance begins to reappear, it will
become active again, reminding the individual (s) that
the system is out of balance in this particular way
again.
"The second way, of course, is to get the 'virus' to
leave. As yet, that does not seem too likely. It does not
yield itself to the usual persuasion (effective with
entities) and cannot be simply ordered out. It has
made clear that it must stay to prevent a worse presence
from entering: as long as it is there, others will not come.
"My deepest sense of this presence is that it is in
no way malicious. The best way I can phrase it, is that
it just comes if there is persistent imbalance involving
anger, particularly if the anger is repressed and being
acted out in hurtful ways; and it will continue to
remain active until the balance needed is restored. It
does just this and has no other purpose. A positive that
comes with this is that no other presence can come
into the system while the 'virus' is there. The exception, as I am given to understand it, would be another
presence of the same type which would be there because of a different imbalance, hence would be functioning in the same way.
"Better than the term 'psycho-virus,' which tends
to imply that it is some kind of mental disorder (which
it is not, even though its manifestation seems to be
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mental), I would like to associate this type of presence
with the idea of an elemental because it is cellular in its
nature-i.e., has a single purpose. Further, I sense it as
being concordant in the sense of being harmonious with
the particular imbalance involved, this harmonious
quality able to amplify the condition. This may seem on
the surface as a very negative quality. However, much
as a fever indicates an infection and causes a person
to pay attention to a problem and not ignore it, or pain
makes one aware of an injury, so this concordant element causes the individual, or system, to pay attention
to a problem that has its roots in the spirit (s) involved.
"Thus, to get this concordant element to leave, it
must be dealt with at the spiritual level-i.e., the
injury to the spirit must be dealt with at its
source-either in this incarnation (e.g., as in hurtful
family patterns, which would be easiest to deal with)
or in a past life, or during a non-incarnate period. The
injury that led to the imbalance originally must be located
and resolved in order for the concordant element to
leave.
"In summary:
"1. The concordant element being there means
that the emotional imbalance caused by the injury was
not readily resolved and went on for a sufficient time
for the element to be attracted to the person (s). Since
the injury was not resolved then or at any time until
now, the element remains active.
"2. The element remains because its purpose is to
amplify the imbalance so that it can be dealt with. 'The
squeaky wheel' may get some grease, so to speak.
Furthermore, it protects the individual(s) until
something is done, even though it may take several


aspects of the dark side of existence. I don't think you are
contented, troubling people. What permits you to infect
people?"
"Their anger, their negative attitudes. If they hate life and
don't want to live, I can infect them. It's easy if there is
resentment in them. Then they teach their young, so I can
infect them, too."
"So you are a servant of the dark side. I asked before this
session that a net of light be placed around you. Did I detect
a note of pride in your statement that you fmd it easy to infect
people?"
"Yes. Being able to do it gives me pleasure. In the
beginning it was hard [to infect a person] , but now it is easy!
"
"In the beginning, ages ago. Virus, was there just one of
you? No? Are you complex, made of many parts?"
"I don't understand. I just do what I do. I'm drawn to
anger and negatives. I can smell it."
"When you come into a person, don't you make those
things worse?"
"I don't know-I just do it."
(Since the daughter's church seems to be helping "Sally"
to overcome some of her negativity, I asked if Virus infected
church people.)
"I can reach only a few; it's light [in church people]. I
can reach them only when the people are negative, only when
there's something there [anger, resentment, hating
life]-then I can be in all [who have those things]."
"When you do infect, what can stop you?"
"When there's light." 
'What can kill you?"
"Nothing can kill me."
This client had asked me for help. I didn't know what
to do, so I asked the Bright Ones to calm the anger,
despair, resentment,  and leave only a restfulness, a


great white calmness instead . I asked the Bright Ones to draw
the net of light tighter and tighter around Virus and each
member of the family, asking also that the nets restrict the
selfishness, greed, self-hatred, the feeling of rejection and
the need to reject- habits that hurt or take advantage of
young ones , causing helplessness and hate . Then I addressed
Virusagain:
"Virus, these are all aspects of darkness. When you infect
people, you hinder and obstruct them. Let Light shine on the
Virus."
"Don't shine the Light on me! No! I don't have anything
else to do!" insisted Virus.
"You may survive only as a seed [of light]. Jesus,
Buddha, great physicians, you both healed psychologically
as well as physically. Light will shine on the human beings
in this family. Light is shining on you, Virus. I am asking
spiritual helpers to take you where you need to go."
I addressed the Bright Beings, "Please take Virus out of
all the members of this family. Leave calmness and quiet
that will heal this family. Virus, as I place my hand on
Harry's heart, feel gentleness and power of that Light
through my hand."
"You must let me stay."
"I don't accept orders from any but the Bright Beings."
"If you send me away, someone else worse- a dark
one-will come."
"Bright Beings, is this true? Or is it our responsibility-within our power-is it permissible-to remove Virus
from this family?" The answer was a simple "yes" to my
confusing question.
"Permissible; is it possible to remove Virus permanently?" This time the answer was "no." "Then can we
reduce the power of Virus?" I asked; and the answer was
"yes."
What occurred next in my mind I am not sure, but I went
right ahead with wording to send Virus clear away, as if I
had not heard those answers about being unable to remove
Virus permanently:
"As I remove my hand from Harry's heart," I said, "I
draw Virus out of the family and CLAP it [loud hand-clap]
into oblivion. Breathe in strength for yourself, Harry, and
breathe out the Virus from this family. And you. Virus,
encased in your cocoon of light by the Bright Ones, will be
taken to your appropriate place.,  Harry, is Virus still in
the family?"
Harry found that none remained.
"Is there more that we can do for the family?" I inquired.
The answer was no,  then a pause, 
Then Harry went on, "There are thoughts in my mind:
Virus is not totally of the dark side; it has been placed there
as a way to warn people. I have an image-it is hard to find
words. ,  If Virus were taken away totally, there would
be no warning to people who are drifting away [from
Light]."
"Yes, I understand that; but a neutrality can be attained.

"I understand," he agreed, "and yet I am confused."
I spoke to Virus again. "Virus, I want to remind you:
There's plenty of warning! You don't have to feed on them,
the people of this family. Let the Light reduce the power and
pride you have."
"I have no power of my own," said Virus. "I gain it
through them. They call me by their anger."
"I understand. Nevertheless, I ask the Bright Beings to
shine light on everyone. "
"If the light is in them I am powerless. I am the lesser of
the dark ones. If I go, a stronger one, a dark entity, will
come."
"I appreciate your telling me that. You are more honest

than dark ones. Light, please shine in to cleanse the pain and
yearning and replace them with quietness and trust."
"I feel the whole family needs light," said the channel.
I began to mention the members of the family, name by
name, asking that light shine on each, shining into the
bitterness, the unforgiveness, the guilt and sorrow, "a great
sunburst of light with a beam shining into each member of
this family and the three of us here.,  When two or three
are gathered together in the name of Love, there is Love,
and Power, and Light shining into all members of the
family,  healing old hurts, resentments, angers. And
Great Light, we thank you! ,  Is there anything else we
need to do today?"
Harry saw that "every day-every day" we needed to
meditate and surround the whole family with Light and Love.
"Gradually they will heal. The Light will keep the dark ones
away. If Light is there. Virus can't come. If the aura is open.
Virus will come."
"Is Virus a protection? Is it wrong to put Virus in a
cocoon?"
"It seems to be. Sally has sought the church; she is safe."
"Has it been a hindrance to the family to place the net
around Virus?"
"Yes, because Virus becomes totally dormant. Virus
seems dark and yet is not, really. It is confusing-part of a
mystery. All we need to know is that if the negativity goes,
the Virus is dormant. The Light flows in. While Virus is
there, dark ones are content because Virus seems to be one
of them."
I was still not entirely convinced and wanted to recheck:
"Master Ching, dark ones can be sly. They try to trick us.
It sounds to me as if Virus is trying to say it is all right to
stay active in these people. Master Ching, are these words
from Harry's lips right? Please answer through the fmgers.

,
"Yes," said Harry's fingers.
"All right. But we have to be careful that we don't say
yes to a dark one."
Master Ching's calm voice spoke: "It is a mystery hard
to explain. Harry has done the best he can [to explain]. In
days to come, we will try to bring clarity. But I can say to
you as a physician that Virus is around all the time. Virus
can only have an effect when the body is out of balance.
When Virus warns early, the body can be brought back into
balance." (Apparently he includes the auric body as well.)
"Virus won't affect this family if there is Light. The pain
will vanish."
I thanked Master Ching and the other Bright Beings who
had protected and assisted at the session. Harry had some
last comments about one of the causes of present guilt and
sorrow in one family member, causes that came from a
past-life event; and after returning to normal consciousness
he added, "It was confusing. Virus wasn't really of the dark,
yet it wasn't light. It was more-more like a warning that
something needed to be changed."
"Maybe like gravity," I suggested, "it just is: good if you
walk gently, bad if you walk off a cliff." And we laughed
together.
As for the client herself, she has passed through several
stages of fatigue, distress, and other emotions as she has
dealt with the tensions between herself and her siblings, the
prolonged illness and eventual death of her mother, and so
on; yet she has weathered all of these and has become more
calm, more self-confident, and in various ways appears to
have become more mature and assured. Her friends are
supportive, and she is meditating daily with her husband. All
seems to be going more smoothly with  her now.


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and so on. It had become so unpleasant that the family did
not want to live there. Referred by a friend, Millie came to
me with her grown son, and although unacquainted with
hypnosis, was willing to channel.
After the routine clearing (e.g., with a whisk broom in
guided visualization), I asked her subconscious mind to
respond with a fmger movement as to whether any entities
dwelling in her house were present with us. Her "yes" fmger
lifted and her whole body jerked.
"Stay at a distance," I commanded the entity, "but put
your thoughts into Millie's mind and she will tell them to
me. What is your name?"
"Beardsley," came the answer in a loud voice totally
unlike Millie's soft voice. In answer to other questions he
said, "I'm eighty. It is 1986. I'm not in good health-depression is hanging onto me., "He began crying hard.
"My wife divorced me-I was seventy-five, I think. I was
moody, mean, and depressed, depressed. I killed my body-
I
shot myself, I shot myself. I was lonely, I was sick. I was
manic depressive, not mean because I wanted to be. She
didn't understand me!"
He was rolling in misery in the cot, although I had told
him to stay out of Millie's body. Not knowing whether his
wife was dead, I called her anyway, "Ruby, your husband
is crying. He says he wasn't mean because he wanted to be.
Let part of your mind come here. Can you be patient with
your former husband and forgive him and the old memories?"
When I received affirmatives, I asked Beardsley if he had
forgiven his wife, too.
"Yes, I did. Ruby, forgive me. I didn't mean to shoot
myself. I'm sorry. Forgive me."
"I understand now," responded Ruby.
I asked that someone who cared for Beardsley come, and
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asked him to look for a Light, but his amazed exclamation
interrupted:
"Afy God, my dog is with me! And Ruby's been here with
me all the time!"
"I've been here sometimes," amended Ruby. "The dog,
Blackie, has been there. All of us have been in that house a
long time. That lady [Millie] is nice!,  There's a light-
a
pretty light," she suddenly commented. "And there's my
grandma-so bright. She looks so nice. , "
Millie in hypnosis watched while the grandmother led the
others into the Light, and then I led a guided meditation in
which we asked angelic forces to cleanse Millie's house, the
therapy room here, and to protect each one of us. Millie's
last message to her former ghosts was, "Go in peace."
After all this, however, Millie still saw something dark.
I called it: "I am calling you, Dark. Stay outside of Millie
but put your thoughts into her mind for her to tell me. What
is your name?"
"Don't have a name."
"Is it okay if I call you 'No-Name'?"
"I don't care.,  My age? I don't know. No, never had
a physical body of my own.
"
"I can help you, too."
"/ don 't want to leaver No-name was shouting. "I want
to stay in this room! I don't hurt anybody."
"You made Millie feel scared."
"I just made that house dank. And yes, I made Beardsley
shoot himself. He wanted to! Stupid bastard , " He continued to shout, thrashing Millie's body around on the cot.
"Be quiet!" I ordered. "Look inside yourself. What do
you feed?"
"Nothing!,  Filth-filth- nothing."
"In the very core of yourself- in the very center?"
"Ah-I don't know,  used to be love. 

"You're getting close. " (He shivered; I put a blanket over
Millie.) "I think you are tired and cold and unhappy. You
say there 'used to be love' in the core of you. That core is
still alive; it is still a spark of love. It was created by the
Great Light." (Millie's finger said "yes.") "It proves that
you are a Child of Light, not a child of darkness."
"I've been dark a long time."
"Too long," I reminded him.
"It used to be a nice house. Now still it's a nice house,
with the Light here now."
I asked him to turn toward the Shining Beings and open
his heart to their light and their love. He began to cry.
"It hurts to love!" he wept.
I allowed him to weep a minute or so, reminding him,
"Yes, it sometimes hurts to love, but it is a good hurting,
cleansing away a lot of old darkness and pains.,  And now
I can't call you Dark One any longer, and you need a name.
What new name do you want for yourself?"
After a moment he chose the name "Bethany," the name
of one of the villages in which the Carpenter of Galilee found
friends and peace. "Bethany" then went on to his appropriate
place of peace to complete his transformation out of darkness.
I had expected this session to accomplish everything that
Millie needed to free her house of unwelcome invisible
inhabitants, but the very next day she phoned to tell me that
the clearing had been only temporary and that now the
problem was worse than ever. A psychic from Denver
recommended candles, holy water sprinkled in each room,
and so on. Millie asked if anyone could come to Montrose
to exorcize the house in person.
I thought I would try a remote releasement with a friend
to channel here; but in the end I had to compromise and do
the releasement over the telephone: from Cedaredge to my
nurse colleague in Delta, for Millie's house in Montrose! A

rather strong dark was finally released. The session, condensed, follows:
First of all I invited Beings of Light for protection,
wisdom, and guidance of my coworker and me, as well as
for Millie, and asked that a net of light be placed around the
entity in Millie's house.
"I am calling the strong entity in the house at, " (I
gave the address in Montrose.) "Please come and tell me
your name. Speak through Charlene's voice; she gives you
permission.
"
"ICE. Cold-to."
"Yes, I imagine you are cold-and lonely, too."
"Yes, lonely."
"I doubt if you are happy, either."
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"I know you don't-nor when I speak of love or peace,
or compassion, or friendship. All of these belong to a
universe you have no idea of.
"
"I have friends."
"You have lots of companions. I doubt if they are friends.
Look inside yourself. What do you fmd?"
"Cold,  hate,  nothing,  hate , "
"Look deeper, beneath all those, in your very core."
"Heat,  HEAT! It's melting me! It's hot!"
"No, it's not hot, it's only warm. Who told you it was
hot?"
"My friends told me-heat is bad; it is dangerous; it will
destroy me."
"Your friends told you lies. Feel my hand-I am imagining that I place it on Charlene's hand. It is warm. You can
feel that I am telling you the truth."
There was much more arguing, objection, suspicion,
and fearfulness. This is characteristic of almost all minor
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demonic entities, who have been told that "Light" is bad, a
form of fire that will destroy them, and they fear it. My
Spiritual Advisor advised us to tell each dark entity two
things: first, that there is such a thing as the Light; and
second, that each entity has free will. I add a third that in
the center of each entity can be found a spark of the Light.
The Quakers for centuries have held this to be true, and
in clinical situations Doctor  Bill Baldwin uses this powerful
concept to convince dark entities of their own intrinsic
original purity and worth.
"I think you have courage. I dare you to go close to the
Bright Beings. Let their warmth draw you."
"I don't see them,  I feel warmth."
"Bright Ones, will you laser some of your Light through
to Ice, so he can see you?"
There was a pause and then a voice said, "No. It is to
develop his faith not to see until later. , "
"Then just/^^/ the warmth, Ice, and go in that direction.
"
"What is 'faith'?" asked Ice.
"It is believing something we can't see. It is trusting. You
know I am telling you the truth, so you are beginning to have
faith in what I say. Go to the warmth."
"They will grab me and force me to go with them."
"No, they never grab and force; they let you have your
own free will. Free will is a wonderful gift from the Father
of Light-a dangerous gift, for it can be misused. You chose
to take in coldness and hate and nothingness. But if you
choose now to go to the warmth, you won't be Ice any more.
You'll need a new name. What name would you like- something warm and bright?"
"Not 'Sun'-that's too hot."
"Yes, the sun is too large and bright. How about Moon,
or Star, or Lamp, or Candle? Or Glowworm, or Firefly?"
"Mmm,  Firefly!"
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And so I committed Firefly to the care of the Bright Beings
to be taken to that intermediate place, which has been defined
by them as being "c>/the Light, but not in the Light," to
complete his transformation from heavy cold Ice to swift,
joyous, sparkling Firefly.
Various therapists have described this intermediate
"place" as being garden-like, quiet, peaceful. Some formerly dark entities have been so happy about their change
that they feel no need to change more, and want to begin
working eagerly on the earth-level to undo former troubles
that they had caused human beings and do other good works.
I believe that most of these still need more "unlearning of
the old habits and learning of new ones, " and need to go first
to the Places of Learning in the intermediate level, but the
change in attimde and goals is remarkable.
Most minor demonic entities have been enslaved by
stronger dark beings and have been fed lies to keep them in
line by fear of punishment. This is told to us by the entities
themselves, little by little. Then in later releasements of such
entities we can ask as leading questions, "Who told you that
the Light is hot and dangerous? Was it your conmiander,
your 'boss'?"
You can see how the various categories of Releasement
work overlap. Here is an example of the rescue of a group
of ghosts (Beardsley, his dog, and also his wife, who was a
part-time occupant of the haunted house), followed by the
discovery and releasement of two nonhuman dark entities,
first the little No-name who chose to become Bethany; and
later the stronger Ice, who had been hiding from us but who,
in the end, chose to become Firefly.


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knew-black people knew where to find us. Then some of
my family, sort of like a posse, came looking for me. They
looked a long time.,  They didn 't want me-they didn't
want me to come back home. They came-to kill me, I
guess."
"Had you injured any of them, by curses, for instance?"
"M'hm."
"Then they hoped to protect themselves by coming after
you. There is a basic Law of Justice, Jenny, a Law of
Compensation, that says whatever you do to others comes
back to you. Did you know about this law? No? Then you
were ignorant of the law. But you did know it was wrong to
sacrifice animals and babies, didn't you?"
"I didn't know it until I was going to have a baby of my
own.,  Four of them came in a boat for me. They tied up
the others there-there weren't many others-and took me
into the swamp area, tied me to a tree-one was my
brother-all four of them raped me-all four shot the guns,
so nobody would know who did it-shots in the head, hips,
chest-and the baby died. , "
"What were your last thoughts and feelings? Did you feel
that you deserved all this?"
"No. It was their fault in the first place for making me
leave. I wasn't doing evil things then. I didn't know the black
man was evil."
"You said you were afraid of what the black man might
do to you if you didn't help him. You had fear and felt
helpless. Now think of the babies who were sacrificed: They
felt helplessness, fear, pain. Now do you feel you deserved
your death?"
(Long pause) "No, I don't think so." (Such callousness
is usually an indication of an obsessing dark force in the
speaker.)
"Look inside yourself. Is there an entity in you, Jenny?"
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Jenny paused, then said, ",  There's something- something cold inside."
"Come out, 'Cold'," I ordered. "What is your name?"
Cold said it didn't have a name (which made me understand
that it was probably a minor demonic type) . It said that it entered
Jenny when she was "very young, about three or four.,  She
was never too smart, but she was comfortable, a good place to
live. It was easy. She wouldn't mind too much."
"What was your influence on her?" I asked.
"Well,  What do you mean?"
"Oh, make her have temper tantrums? Make her fall in
love with an evil man?"
"I might have given a little push along the way," replied
the no-name with a smirk.
"Is there a dark one like you, a brother of yours, in the
black man?"
This time there was a grin: "Might have been."
"Cold, you sound cheerful but I think that's a pretense.
You pretend to have fun; but I think you are really lonely
and unhappy. Isn't that true?"
There was a long pause. "I haven't been unhappy."
"What is your definition of happiness?"
"Happiness is going about your business, doing what they
tell you to do."
Who tells you to?" (condensed here) "I know who your
boss is. He wants you to think that instant obedience without
thinking is 'happiness'. He tells you that you have to obey
everything he tells you to do; he says light doesn't exist and
warmth is dangerous and will bum you. He considers you his
slave, his robot, with no free will. He is the Father of Lies. You
aren't as smart as Jenny if you believe all that he told you!
"
Needled, Cold answered, "I'm smart-I do what he tells
me; that's why I'm smart, so he won't do anything to me!"
There was more conversation and argument on both sides.
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and finally Cold made a cautious decision. He did not want
to go back to the darkness and the cold; he didn't like the
sound of the "round bare room lined with mirrors" that
would force him to look at himself; he hesitated about going
to the Light; but he did consent to move to one of the
intermediate astral levels-one of those conditions characterized by the Bright Beings as being of the Light but not
in the Light"-where he could "rest and unlearn the old
things and learn wonderful new ones."
"Before you go, tell me: What about Vera's dream? What
was the reason for that?"
"We had a plan. It was a good plan. Jenny wanted to go
where her baby was. She couldn't fmd her baby, so she'd
go find a (pregnant) body, and I went with her. The
dream- sometimes if you are frightened, upset, sad, sick,
it's easier for us to get into a body."
"Was Vera ordinarily too strong to be entered?"
"Yes," admitted Cold.
"I placed a protective capsule of light around Vera and
her baby, to protect her from entities like you. But now you
are not 'Cold' anymore. Why don't you choose a new name
for yourself?"
With sudden childish eagerness. Cold said, "That's what
I was thinking about all along! That's what I want, a name!"
After a moment he decided he wanted "Homer! I knew a guy
named Homer once. He was kinda dumb, but he was all
right."
"All right. Then hold out your hand to the guide. Homer,
trusting the guide. Good-bye, Homer."
"Good-bye,  thank you.,  That's a good word, too,
isn't it? I'm not very cold now-a little, but not very."
(I should perhaps have worked more on this residual
chilliness and may recheck on this at a later session.)
"Now Jenny. You didn't want to sacrifice babies, did you?"
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Slowly Jenny answered, "I never did do what I wanted
to, ever-just what's easiest to do. ,  I don't think I ever
did anything good to anybody. My parents were good to me;
maybe they spoiled me.,  Maybe I made them
happy. , "
"You are honest about yourself, Jenny. It takes courage
to look honestly at yourself and see your own selfishness and
weaknesses. It takes courage to do what is good; but there's
a thrill, a sort of breathless feeling like an adventure, when
you are brave. So you have honesty and courage. Now what
about Vera's dream? You wanted a baby, so you wanted to
frighten her and make her open, so you could push into her
body? Is that the reason for the terrible dream?"
"That's part of it. I didn't know if it would work,  but
when her baby was born I'd take its spirit away. 
"To where? You'd take away the baby's spirit, let the
body die, just take the spirit?"
"I haven't figured that out.   I was in the water a long,
long time. Then I came out and looked for someone.   I
couldn't find my baby. 
"Jenny, are you sorry for the past things you did; are
you sad about them?" (She said, "M'hm.") "If you 'never
did anything good to anybody,' maybe it was because of
the dark heavy things inside you, like selfishness, cruelty,
dimness of mind. " (Jenny, through Charlene, put her hand
to her forehead.) "Now just put out of you those dark
things, put out of your brain the dimness so that your
mind is clear, calm, cool. Put out of your heart the anger
and hate. And now can't you see a light? And see someone
coming for you?"
She saw a light. She saw someone- "more than one
person" coming. "One is kinda like my mother. One is kinda
like me. Only two coming. Others are around."
"Ask your mother about your baby. It's her grandbaby."
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"She says, 'Yes-yes-yes.' Her face looks like she's
glad to have me back. She says, 'Come on back, now.'"
Before she left, Jenny gave advice for other pregnant
women: "They need to rest and keep in good health, stay
strong. They need to follow the doctor's advice. They need
to be happy-to be happy and have love. Love will help.
They mustn't be afraid."
"Thank you, Jenny. Now good-bye; have a happy journey.
"
"Good-bye,  Thank you."
Vera had no more trouble of this nature during pregnancy.
Although the delivery was difficult, the child is healthy in
all ways, as is her younger brother.
A comment is in order here about human beings who at
any time in any life become devil worshipers or make
contracts or "bargains" with the darkness. Often such bargains are made either as a game, an adventure, by teens or
older persons, or in a moment of terrific pressure, of despair,
or of helplessness. After that moment of crisis has passed,
the human being often thinks little of the bargain- may
forget it entirely. But the dark ones do not forget, and it
appears that they take such bargains as irrevocable contracts on the part of the human being, and keep hounding
the soul lifetime after lifetime. This pattern has appeared
in several cases that I have had. Even some persons who
in the present life are worthy, respected citizens, healers,
counselors, and so on, may be struggling still under the
weight of ancient bondage to the darkness, in physical
symptoms that modern techniques seem unable to alleviate, or in emotional or mental ways. The soul needs to be
completely freed from the old ties and is eager to do
so-but the darkness is by no means willing to let a former
slave be freed and will obstruct in every possible way,
often in sly, tempting ways.
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The attainment of freedom from any former ties to the
dark side needs to be a deliberate choice of the person's free
will-a definite, emphatic command to the dark beings to
withdraw permanently and an equally urgent call to the
Beings of Light for assistance and protection. The aid of a
therapist or a group of friends is of immense help as well.
First Rules Concerning the Dark Path
For All Who in Ignorance Are Attracted
1
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You call to yourself and increase in yourself the dark
forces and energies, such as malice, anger, hate, resentment,
hostility, jealousy-and also fear.
2. What you send out to others is what you sow; and what
you sow, that is what eventually you will reap for yourself:
injury, misery, fear, ill fortune.
3. Strong as your own power may become, there are
always still stronger white powers which can overcome
yours. Therefore, no matter how mighty your power may
become, it is eventually destined to fail.
4. There is always a point of decision. No matter how far
you have gone on the downhill path of darkness and arrogance, you may still make a choice between going farther
on the "Left-hand Path" or stopping and turning around.
5. If you decide to continue as before, you have deliberately turned from the Light; and in front of you is a dark
shadow-your own. The shadow brings confusion and uncertainty; your steps are not sure. The shadow also brings
delusions of grandeur. The shadow seems huge, as huge as
your own picture of your powers, your own swollen ego.
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6. If you decide to turn around, you forget yourself and
your shadow. You think of the brightness, the change, the
different and wonderful feelings of peace, openness, and
love. You may have a long way to go back but the important
thing is the change of direction: You are now heading up
again, seeing the Light as a beacon, feeling its warmth,
comfort, and protection, moving toward it.
7. If you turned around, you are no longer on the path of
darkness and you are ready for the First Rules of the Path
of Light, which begin, "Do no harm."



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bargain with the Bright Ones: "Will they wait for me? Can
I just stay here, just stay here till I decide?" When I suggested
that he ask them, he said they answered, "No, not forever."
Then, in a high childish voice he asked, "Ca-ca-can't you
just leave me here and come back later and check? I wouldn't
go, I'd stay right here, just on the edge."
He relayed their answer, "That wouldn't accomplish
much."
He did go close enough to look into their eyes and see
their expressions: "A bright, bright light-but it didn't hurt.
. . . They may want to help.,  Might-might been-might
have been that they want to do away with the hurting. , "
But he did not go close enough to hold out his hand to the
Bright Beings, and I repeated that they never came to seize
or grab anyone-they waited for Pride to make the first
move.
The channel felt "very much confusion" in Pride: "He
doesn't want to go back (to the darkness). He's not quite
ready to go forward."
I described to Pride the "halfway place, a round bare
room lined with mirrors where you will be alone-no one
will bother you-alone with yourself, seeing only your own
self. And you can think. , "
In a weary murmur Pride said, "I am thinking: I couldn't
do-I couldn't do- Whatever 's good, whatever 's bad, or
which is which, I don't know. But I wouldn't be doing either
good or I wouldn't be doing either bad. , "
There was still more hesitation but finally Pride chose to
"go through the door" into the round room. His voice,
starting out very small but growing stronger, sounded rather
sad.
"All right, Pride, and as I said, it's not forever but only
until you figure out what to do. Anytime you call for the
Light, one of the Bright Beings will come and free you. You
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do understand, Pride, that the only way out is if you yourself
ask for the Light?"
He said he did.
"All right. Then good-bye. You go with my good
wishes."
"Good-bye,  Thank you." (in a barely audible murmur)
"Did you say, 'Thank you, ' Pride? Is that what you said?"
Pride grimaced, paused. "Mmm-not really. No."
I had to laugh a little. "Well, Pride, I am putting my hand
again on Charlene's hand and you can feel it. I thank you
for your thanks-and you can feel my sincerity. I thank you
for your gift. Now as I remove my hand, it just draws out
of you any secret things you want to have gone-I don't need
to know what they are-and I'll just shake them off and they
will fragment into a harmless vapor: confusion, for one
thing, and selfishness, and indecision. , " There was a
long pause. "I'll come back and talk to you some other time.
Good-bye." Then there was quietness.
I considered it a promise that I had made, and in meditation I have once or twice spoken to Pride. As for Bart, he is
no longer in that high position, and he seems more relaxed.
'Satan' Chooses Death
"Jill" is the adopted daughter of K, who is channeling to
discover why the relationship between them is so unpleasant.
Several of Jill's past lives were contacted in which she had
been a member of a Satanic group. At the end of one life in
which "she did a lot of damage-was wicked, malicious,
romped around, spiteful, harming this one and that,  she
died unrepentant, invoking the devil, cursing God. , " In
the next life Jill was a woman in Palestine, the mother of a
child who was K. This life for both mother and daughter was
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uneventful, "absolutely routine," as chosen by K's soul: "I'd
had such a really turbulent, wild, exciting, outside-of-law
series of lives as seer and magician, as pirate, as zealot
previously, that I was a little tired. I entered a life of
conformity as a self-discipline to tone down the sense of
being above and beyond law. ,  I had been a zealot in
Palestine, was killed, crucified in 63 B.C., eventually entered Palestine again real fast in 230 A.D. I was Jewish. Iwanted some beauty-a girl's normal wish for something
romantic. All was dreary, drudgery. The wedding should
have been one of magic and beauty. There was little enough
even then. Never any poetry in that lifetime. I suppose I held
that against my mother.,  That 'witches' thing is still
hanging on.
"
K placed her two index fingers together in a steeple. "It
is the sign for 'protection' out of the old wisdom against
demonology."
I interrupted to ask, "Do you mean that she laid a curse on
you?" The answer, through finger movements, was "yes."
I invited the Beings of Light to beam their protective light
on K, to wash her aura and clear it of the murky taint, and
eradicate the "smell of fear" and neutralize the old curse.
Then I asked if we were to send the curse back to its creator.
"The curse is washed away as if down a stream," said K.
"It is neutralized; no one else is affected. It was created long
ago by a dark entity. I myself had the wisdom to dispel the
curse long ago, but I'm accepting present help. I had power
by myself, but I might have been proud-so I had negative
feelings about Jill. I'm sull angry and judgmental-don't
want to be. , "
I asked K's Higher Mind if Jill is still a member of the
Satanic group, and K's voice said, "I think yes. My lips are
quivering uncontrollably!,  Boy, is she involved with a
wicked spirit! Somebody is manipulating her with all its


power. The Jill I know is a mask. She herself isn't there.
Boy, I don't like what I'm seeing! I'm hearing a clamor,
'Get her out! Kill her!' It's not my Higher Mind!" K gave a
deep sigh.
I called for my Spiritual Advisor, for the Christ Spirit,
for the White Light to shine on us and asked, "Is Jill
possessed? Are we to exorcise her?" I assured K that "the
Great Ones are backing us up" and asked her to tell me what
she saw.
"Boy, am I afraid! ,  I am assured that we are quite
safe. My other children and I are indwelt by the Christ Spirit.
Jill can dwell among us. We can pray for her and contain
her. I see a vision of a wedge of light in which she can rest.
There's a possibility of redemption at all times. We create
for her a container in which she rests; we don't redeem her.
We are undamaged and will go on with our lives. After I am
gone, my other children will continue to pray for her."
I asked, "Is today the right time to help Jill? Is her
opportunity Now?"
It was K who answered, "Yes, let's."
And so I called Jill's Higher Self and asked that it begin
to re-evaluate mentally Jill's past lives and present activities.
K murmured, "I think she is possessed; I see a spirit
within her. I see strongly a cradle of light- she will be
healed, even if not in this lifetime. Jill herself-hm?-it's
like this other had made something to indwell. My Jill is to
be saved from them-there are two there-one is sleeping."
"Is it our responsibility to call this entity in Jill and talk?"
(" Yes. ") "Jesus, Buddha, other Beings of Light, please come.
"
"I sure hope you know what you are doing," wavered K.
"You are protected. We have the backup of these Great
Ones. I am calling the entity who is in Jill. What is your name? "
Without argument came the name, "Marie." Asked how
old she was, she said, "Ages, ages." Asked what country




He answered, "The Light will heal him , " There was
a pause. ,  "I had to calm Harry first. He felt the pain of
the dark one.,  Focus hard on Thorvald. Bring him into
the center of this group [in meditation] and fill him with light.
He is unnerved right now. Surround and fill him with that
light and send him peace. Do that now."
We did so as I led a guided meditation, asking also that
Harry's body be renewed with all the strength he needed and
sending our blessings after Star. Harry brought himself back
to normal consciousness.
Then we sat around discussing some of the points of the
session.
Very strong dark beings are usually difficult to persuade.
They may escape-they simply leave and break the contact
established with the facilitator. Harry as channel was able to
"confine the dark one within certain vibratory limits" and
prevent the dark one from moving freely and making an
escape.
Harry was also able to prevent the dark one from telling
lies and saying that all its darkness had been dispelled.
"Its shape was something like an object with corners, and
it was keeping bits of darkness hidden away in the corners.
It wanted to retain those bits as seeds for its very life. It truly
felt it would die if all its darkness was dispelled.
"
Harry felt that the dark one was genderless, neither male
nor female. This dark one was focused on power and the
control of Thorvald. Others are focused on other things, such
as their "assignment": e.g., to confuse a victim's mind; to
cause the victim suffering, as from cancer; to stir up discord
in a family; to produce despair and suicidal thoughts, etc.
Most say they were able to enter during a moment when the
victim was in great fear, anger, or pain.
Before this demonstration Harry had asked me, "Do you
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believe that there is a spark of light in every creature, in
every dark one?"
I had answered seriously, "From all my experience with
releasing dark ones and other beings, I can say that I truly
believe that there is. I have come to be convinced that there
is a light in every creature, human and nonhuman, like sparks
of the One Original Light."
After this experience as a charmel Harry said, "You told
me that you believed that there is a light in every dark one.
I don't believe-I know. "
"Yes; and I consider the dark ones as just Prodigal Sons
not yet returned home."
"That's what they are-Prodigal Sons," agreed Harry.
(This case was first printed in The Journal of Regression
Therapies, Vol. VIII, No. 1)
jack Has Rage, Bicki Has Both, and the Boss Comes
"Bicki" sat quietly, describing her problem: "I'm not
consciously suicidal, but I have had a serious drug problem-began to drink when I was five-had an alcoholic
mother-once considered suicide; slashed my wrists when I
was twelve; overdosed on drugs lots of times.,  But for
this past twelve years or more I've worked hard to unravel
this dark thing-have been completely off drugs all this time,
but sabotage is right behind me.,  Since I was a baby I've
wanted to die. ,  I have memories of being molested-and
other traumas. , "
I explained about invasive entities to her and suggested
that we find out first of all whether any of her problems were
not really her own. Although the idea was unfamiliar to her,
she was willing to try this approach.
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Her "yes" finger said there was an entity in her. There
was a slight hesitation before the second answer, "No,"
however. Sometimes this is significant of one "nested" in
the first.
The entity I called out said his name was Jack; that he
was 24; that he had been attracted to Bicki when she was
only two because she was "sexual, and so beautiful." He
tried to hold her, but did not enter her until she was about six.
I asked, "Did you cause the dreams she had, or the
feelings she had as a child that she had been molested?" He
did not reply.
When he went back to the last time he was in his own
body, he told about being with a "very beautiful dark-haired
woman. She's a stranger in the distance that I admired. She
knew how I felt. She rejected me by being aware of my
attraction. ,  I got really angry-m a rage. I strangled her,
took all of her life out of her. Then I kept the rage, the
impulse to take more life. I felt bigger, Wronger!"
Expecting to find a dark one inside Jack, I asked him what
he saw when he looked into himself.
"A really scared, lonely man," he said.
"Focus on the rage, the impulse to kill, " I directed. "What
else do you see inside?"
There was no answer until I asked again, when he said,
in a flippant tone, "I'm seeing my cock. Ma'am." This was
not Jack's voice.
"Rage, I'm calling you out. How old was Jack when you
entered him?" His answer, along with the murderous rage
when sexually frustrated, had convinced me that a dark one
was here.
Rage said that he had entered Jack when the boy was ten
and had been caught masturbating. The lad had been shamed
by members of his family and had felt great shame of his
own. It was this feeling, not the masturbation itself, that had
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opened the lad to invasion. The dark one said yes, its own
sexual characteristics were similar to those in Jack. He would
not say whether he had a "boss."
Ignoring his silence, I asked, "What if you disobey your
boss? What happens then?"
"He won't love me any more. He rejects me-he walls
off."
Yes, he had been "assigned" to Jack, and, no, he was not
happy. And, yes, he nodded, he would like to be happy. But
in the center of his heart he saw a black hand. Only after
more discussion did he perceive, in the very core of his heart,
a little round ball of light. Now he was willing to accept that
once he had been a Child of Light.
"How do you feel now?" I asked.
"Overwhelming! Joy!" was the answer.
With Rage transformed and gone, I turned my attention
back to Jack and asked what he saw now in his heart.
A heavy voice proclaimed, "THE BOSS HAS COME
NOW. " (And after the session, the client said that his thought
was, "and don't you f- with me!" but she refused to relay
those words.)
I wasted no time in trying to persuade this strong dark
one. Instead, I asked for "great sheets of light to pour down
all around this dark one, forming a net, a capsule of light
around him, and light to protect the rest of us from him." I
called for the Christ Spirit and the Father of Light to "draw
away this one and remove him far away from us. Light is
always stronger than darkness!"
Then I asked Jack's Higher Self if there was a message
for Jack's lower self.
The Higher Self replied, "He needs to forgive himself."
"Yes. And Jack, you need to ask forgiveness of the lady
you killed." He nodded. "What do you want to say to her.
Jack?"

Almost mumbling he answered, "How sorry ,  I really
loved her."
"Did you ask her to forgive you?"
"She loves me, too," he said. There had been a past-life
connection between them.
I suggested to Jack that he use a whisk broom to clean
himself up and he was sent on to the Light in the company
of the woman he had killed. (Afterward Bicki admitted that
the woman had "teased" Jack; and that she herself had
sometimes teased men. This is a common, but not universal,
game that certain young women like to play-and a dangerous game.)
Bicki also commented afterward on the boss, "He was
powerful but he was helpless in the net of light and was
suddenly shot clear away when you asked that he be 'removed far away.'" She was*happy and smiling at the end of
the session.
In this case. Jack himself was obsessed by Rage, so that
both were in Bicki, obstructing her personal efforts to control
her life. Now she is free of their influence and in a later
session will deal with her own remaining problems.
"/o/in/i/e" of Jerusalem
Several times I have said that I accept just what the entities
contacted during hypnotic sessions tell me. That is not
strictly true, for I do use common sense and test the
information with my rational mind, so far as I can. The
following case will illustrate.
This entity was found in 1985 when I had not long been
in professional Releasement work. It was in a middleaged, birth-injured, unemployable man with dyslexia and
severe emotional retardation though with good but patchy

intelligence and a phenomenal memory. Several unsavory
entities had already been released from him.
Checking to see if any more remained, I said, after
inducing "Sam" into hypnosis, "If there is any other entity
in this body besides Sam himself, please come out and tell
me your name."
"Johnnie. I'm a little boy seven years old, and I want to
be in his body, 'cause he's a nice guy. I don't want to go."
(This much talking is unusual, for entities ordinarily
answer direct questions briefly and then cease.)
Johnnie said he had been hiding while the other obsessing
entities were being discovered and released. He insisted that
they were the ones who had been making Sam do things that
he would not do himself, acting foolish so that Sam got
ridiculed. Johnnie said he didn't do "much of anything."
Then I made my first mistake, saying, "Johnnie, you had
a body of your own once. What happened to it?" (Could I
really have made that flat statement? That is worse than
asking leading questions!)
Johnnie with gusto began to tell a story filled with
discrepancies. "I was eaten by a lion. I was a Christian boy
in the time of Christ. I was a little boy in Jerusalem and
Christ cured me of being a cripple. A Roman soldier took
me to Rome and then they threw me to the lions."
("Johnnie" is hardly a Hebrew name; the term "Christ"
is of Greek origin; and the term "Christian" was not used in
the lifetime of Jesus in Palestine. And what boy of seven
calls himself repeatedly a little boy? The fingers said that
there was no other entity remaining in Sam, so I continued
questioning.)
"Now, Johnnie, go back to the moment just before they
threw you to the lions. How were you dressed?"
Johnnie hedged by talking about the clothing a Jewish boy
wore in Jerusalem, "Sort of toga-style, with a shawl over my head." He did not know what the shawl was called.
Returned to the moment before being cast to the lions he said
he was "in a cell-type of deal with bars on the door. They'll
club me over the head first before the lions start to eat. " He
said a Roman soldier had told him that. He seemed to
vacillate freely between Jerusalem and Rome.
"Are you confused, Johnnie? You said you were in Rome,
then you said you were in Jerusalem."
Not missing a beat, Johnnie agreed, "Yes, it's a very
confusing thing for a boy of seven. " Asked what his father's
name was, he said he'd have to think about that. Then, "I
think his friends called him Samuel." He said he was "bom
of a handmaiden, so I don't think my mother had a name.
"
Pressed on this point he said, "Seems like it was 'Rebekkah'." He did not know his last name. "Just Johnnie. I had
a Hebrew name but I am unable to pronounce it. " (At seven
he could not pronounce his own name?)
All these discrepancies should have warned me that a sly
dark one was here, but I kept on as if Johnnie were really a
difficult child.
"Go to the moment when your spirit leaves your body,
Johnnie; just tell me what happens." Usually this wording
brings out the feeling of relief and freedom of the soul that
has escaped from the body. Not with Johnnie!
"I see lions eating my body. It's a gory sight." He added
more details. "Seven lions, all of them chewing on me at
once," he finished with relish.
Again I tried, "Then after your spirit was out of your
body, what did you do?"
"I cried spiritually. I didn't want to die that way. I thought
I'd find another body and live in it so I could die naturally.
I wandered for centuries till I found Sam's body. He was
five years old-I don't want to leave him." I continued to
lecture him gently and finally asked if he saw a light. He
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said he saw it; and he said he remembered seeing his father
and mother go into the Light- "But I wandered for centuries," he repeated, "until I found an adult body I could go
into."
I pointed out that he had said he had entered Sam when
Sam was only five. I asked if he ever told lies.
Without hesitation he admitted, "It's a possibility."
When I pointed out other discrepancies he only said, "I'm
too small to know."
"Oh, no, you're not. You know perfectly well what's
right and what's wrong. You caused Sam to get confused
yesterday about his past life and it was you who made him
get confused about a lot of other things so people would think
that /z^ tells lies."
Johnnie said he was sorry about that-about not being
able to occupy Sam's body along with Sam; he was sorry he
could not push Sam clear out of the body and take it himself.
There was no hint of remorse or understanding of ethics. I
asked again if he could see any light. He could see "a tiny
speck, like it's a billion miles away."
"You pushed it there, Johnnie."
He would not come out of Sam by himself so I asked the
spiritual helpers to pull him out. Sam saw the helpers
dragging him out, but added, ",  The pressure is too
great ,  I have an awful headache."
After a few minutes of easing Sam with suggestions of
comfort I spoke again to Johnnie, who said he could see a
larger light. He said he could see the spiritual helpers with
"blond hair, blue eyes,  smiling, friendly."
I suggested that they might also have a very firm look, as
if they might look stern if he didn't behave well, but
emphasized that they did want to help him. I committed him
to the helpers to take to "the right place for you" and told
him good-bye.



"They are pulling him," said Sam.
"He has much to learn. I am glad he is out of you," I
remarked.
"Me, too," laughed Sam. "He is the one who made me lie
and get confused and say things that made me sound silly."
To myself I wondered if Sam "doth protest too much." I
wondered what Sam himself was like, what in him was
similar enough to these entities to attract them to him.
Because Sam lived in another city we had only one more
session, during which I discovered that Johnnie had returned-he was a mocking dark one pleased with having
fooled us, although with the assistance of the Bright Beings
we did get him out of Sam again., 
I did not get to check up on how Sam got along afterward
except that there did not appear to be any great change. It
made me wonder if indeed other dark entities had moved
into him, now that this first bunch had been expelled. This
does occur when the client does not continue to keep the aura
clear and bright by daily prayers or meditations. A Biblical
reference speaks of expelling a group of unwanted entities
and leaving the human soul like a house newly cleaned and
garnished, which may be found and occupied by other dark
entities worse than the first ones if the owner of the house
does not take care to prevent this.
Entities who have to be pulled or dragged out are being
evacuated against their will; and they do have free will to
stay out or to try to return. Even the Mirror Room does not
always keep them contained, we have found. As Master
Ching has reminded us numerous times, "There is no such
thing as 'make', in the sense of, "We'll make the dark ones
leave him alone," or, "We'll make her invulnerable." The
person or discarnate still has free will, with the responsibility
of making their own choices. The living person has to be
consciously and emphatically desirous of having the invading


entity leave, and the invader has to be willing to leave-even
though perhaps after much persuasion. The time spent in the
process of persuading such an invader to leave is very well
spent, however.

Caution and Common Sense
for Would-be Exorcists.
I speak now to those few readers who may become
overenthusiastic about expelling dark beings from persons
suspected of harboring such. An attitude of caution is far
more becoming than one of arrogant assumption of your
power. An attitude of true humility is far better than overconfidence. Even if you are already a therapist, you still need
to learn about dealing with dark entities specifically before
you are qualified to strike out on your own and face these
dark beings. Baldwin's book and his workshops are a good
start.

The Strong Darks Are Tricksters.
One of my coworkers, "Lola" was persuaded by the
mother of a young girl to attempt to expel the dark energy
in the girl. Lola refused repeatedly, referring the mother and
the girl to me; but I was a stranger to the mother, and she,
knowing Lola, insisted that Lola hypnotize her daughter and
do the releasement. The releasement was successful, but
Lola felt ill at ease and phoned me at once, saying that she
had made the mother promise to bring the girl to me in
addition.
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"The entity told me to send him into the outer darkness;
he said that was what I wanted anyway. So I did," she told
me on the phone. I froze. She had said "yes" to a dark one!
The trio of them came to my office, and while the girl lay
quietly in hypnosis and I was sending on a harmless minor
dark entity that seemed to be surprised to fmd itself in her
(it turned out to be a decoy), Lola suddenly shouted in a
coarse voice, "You can't go! You can't go!" The shout was
directed to the minor dark one.
I whirled around to see Lola's eyes staring in rage.
Recalling from the ESP course what one could do, I
clapped my hands loudly right by her ears and shouted, "Get
out of her! Get out of her right now!"
And that was successful-the entity left, and Lola's
body slumped down out of the chair to the floor, unconscious. But now I could not converse with the entity. So,
telling it to remain outside of Lola's body, I allowed it to
use her vocal apparatus to speak. It obeyed partially- that
is, it tried to take over her body again, thrashing it around
on the floor as I knelt on Lola's legs and tried to control
one arm, motioning the mother to come and hold down
the other arm. It was in this comical position that I held
the conversation with the dark one. I reassured the mother
that her daughter, still in hypnosis, was all right, in no
danger, for I had asked for protection for her at the
beginning of the session- forgetting to ask protection for
Lola!
The dark one was quite strong, yelling out his name and
taunting me, "You weak one-you weak one!"
"Oh, I know I'm weak but I have strong backup in these
Bright Beings here in this room," I replied.
He began to laugh, the loud mocking mirthless laughter
that I heard then for the first time. "You have nothing! You
have nothing!"
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I was murmuring over and over, "Jesu-Jesu-Jesu"
and it seemed a long time (though probably only two minutes
or so) before I felt that we-the Bright Ones, Lola, the
mother, and I-had the situation under control. The thought
that occurred to me was sent in answer to my prayer, I feel
sure. It consisted of a simple truth: "You are laughing to
cover up your fear. You feel your power is less than that of
the Bright Beings; you are shouting because you feel yourself
weakening.,  Don't fight it so hard, just be easy, come
out, and look at the Bright Beings, turn to them, and think
how compassionate they are. . .
."
Suddenly the entity was gone and Lola was back. She
looked up at me, startled to find herself on the floor, and
asked, "Louise, what are you doing to me? What happened?"
The dark being had stayed close to her until now,
watching for an opportunity to get revenge for her having
expelled him from his young girl victim. Lola had no
memory of the interval during which she was possessed.
She had a sore neck, for she said that the dark being had
"grabbed me by the throat and just threw me away." She
said she no longer wanted to channel, being frightened by
this experience. And I promised never to allow her to be
the channel for a dark one again, realizing that she was
vulnerable.
But the dark one came back one other time a week or so
later, just to laugh and mock us again as Lola was channeling
a lost human entity for another client. He remained only a
minute or so, but I was angry that he had made me break
my promise to Lola. My own anger doubtless made the dark
one feel smug. Even so, I felt that the dark one was thinking
about some new ideas-about the possibility of his leaving
the cold and the loneliness of the dark existence.
The dark ones are truly like the Prodigal Sons of the
parable. They are still in the dirt and slime of the pigsty.
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Eventually all are to return to their original Home. Some of
them can be helped right now and are glad to leave the old
existence. Others we fmd are not amenable to persuasion at
all and only laugh.
Dotty Had Convulsions Every Time
After a sixteen-hour course in self-hypnosis, one of the
young women felt that she was capable of "doing what you
do, " and went right home and in her enthusiasm hypnotized
her grown son. It is not difficult to hypnotize others; the
trick is knowing the power of spoken suggestions to a
person who is in the hypnotic state, and to be extremely careful
of the words one speaks to a hypnotized person. But other
factors may also be important. If I took a two-week course
in anthropology, does that make me qualified to teach such
a course?
Well, the son of this young lady, in his enthusiasm, had
a hypnosis session with his girlfriend, a freshman in college-and she immediately went into a convulsion that
frightened him. He had to hold her arms and restrain her.
His mother phoned to tell me of this. "He was really
spooked," she said. So was I, but not for the same reason!
I was amazed that first she, my student, and then her son,
would play around so casually with what was stressed as
being 5e hypnosis, for improvement.
We set up a time, and the young man brought his
girlfriend to me for an appointment. He explained that he
would sit close, to be ready to hold her down when she would
convulse. (Apparently there had been more than one experiment of hypnotizing her.) But I, in my turn, explained to
him that he was to sit at a slight distance and not to touch
her unless I signaled that he do so.

Sure enough, as she went into the altered state, her body
began to tense up and then to shake. The young man rose,
ready, but I motioned him back, saying to what I was sure
was an obsessing entity, "Don't worry, we are here to help
you. Don't be afraid. Just relax, relax." And I placed my
hand softly on the girl's shoulder and kept it there with a
quiet pressure. Her tension began to decrease.
It turned out that there were several minor dark entities
in her, but the strongest entity was her grandmother, who
said she had entered the girl when the child was very small,
right after the grandmother's death, "because she could see
and hear things, just as I could, and after I went she had no
one to talk to. So I went in to protect her; she was vulnerable.
But then she issued invitations! Why did she do that?" She
admitted that her plan of protecting the girl had not worked
out as she had hoped.
The grandmother was perfectly willing to go to the Light,
but was concerned about what would happen with her
granddaughter. It was not hard to persuade the minor dark
beings to follow the grandmother to the Light, where they
would be taken to a different "place" from the human soul
but would be cared for.
After the girl returned to full consciousness she told us
the beginning of her story: that as a child of about nine
or ten, with her younger sister she prayed that "demons
would come and dance for us." The children were disappointed that they saw no demons dancing  but evidently this is what the grandmother meant by her "issuing
invitations." The demons did come, entered the girl(s),
and "danced" inwardly, with emotional mood swings and
so on, and-when she went into an altered state-they
could "dance" physically by causing her muscles to
convulse. At least this is the way I theorized.
The main point of this story is that when dark beings are

encountered, Releasement work is best performed by therapists who have had training in the techniques as well as
self-training by meditation and dedication to the pathways of
the Light. The dark beings know our fears and weaknesses
and use that knowledge to their own advantage. I am thinking
of an example in Martin's book, Hostage to the Devil, in
which a demonic entity called the priest-exorcist by a name
that only the priest and one other human being knew-a name
that the other human being had called him at a long-ago time,
one which embarrassed the present-day priest. Clearing up
one's own guilts and fears is a good way to begin preparing
to do Releasement work with dark beings.
And the other important thing is trust in the Bright Beings
and their power, wisdom, guidance, and protection. If you
have never been in the habit of thinking of guardian angels
or guides, then when you decide to do Spirit Releasement
Therapy you should begin to include the Bright Beings in
your mental scenery and get acquainted with some of them.
At first you begin to think about them. Next you might begin
to think about speaking to them; and next, actually begin to
speak to them. Then in meditation, listen for them to send
thoughts back to you. Ask them questions, and listen for
answers. People vary in their sensitivity, so don't be discouraged if you do not "hear" or "see" any Bright Beings.
Neither did the little girls "see" demons dancing! If you issue
invitations, it will be the guests who are invited who will
come.
You will eventually begin to feel friendly toward the
Bright Beings (whoever they are-a saint, a religious figure,
or an admired human mentor who is deceased). Maybe it is
God himself, either as a human figure or as Source of
All-That-Is. And after friendliness, next you begin to realize
that there is true friendship between you; and trust builds a
firm temple of protection, confidence, and openness to
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wisdom from that higher level. Then when you need the help
of your friends, you know that it is already there and you
need only ask for it. It is important to ask; and they respond
to your call.
So, just as the power of the Bright Beings is greater than
any power of the dark ones, so as we end this chapter we
remind you that in you, too, the Light is always greater than
the darkness, and you know that you are a Child of the Bright
Universe and are not alone and need not fear. (Just call on
the Bright Ones, and use common sense!

"Rescue work has been conducted for decades,
perhaps centuries. A small group of two or more
like-minded people can gather with the intention
of calling out to the lost spirits and directing them
to the Light. The Light is invoked by a prayer or [a]
meditation.,  Questions are directed to the spirit
or spokesperson for any group of spirits who respond. They are guided to look upward, to locate
the Rescue Angels of Light, and to lift toward the
Light. This can be very effective for people killed in
earthquakes, floods, volcanoes, airplane crashes, or
any other disaster. Distance is not a set-back. Time
does not exist for earth-bound spirits. This Rescue
work is effective for present-time events and for
disasters of long ago.
"Disturbed spirits can remain in buildings or other
locations on land or sea because of strong emotional
ties. When such a spirit is locked into the repeating
drama of the emotional and physical pain of the original event, a living human with the compassion and
ability to reach out to them can help break the entrapment in the astral realm (Summer Rain, 1989)." [Here
Baldwin refers to Phantoms Afoot by Summer Rain,
1989.]
Under "Self Protection" and "Self-clearing" Baldwin
writes,
"At the completion of a [releasement] session, the
client may feel particularly vulnerable and exposed to
spirit attachment [and] can make the pronouncement:
"'I take my power back from any discarnate being
who wants to attach to me. This is my space and I
claim dominion here and now. I refuse permission for

the way. The cUent can and does learn to deal with
most of the entities that gain entrance in moments of
vulnerability. There is improvement in the capacity
to communicate with the entity.,  The client can
begin the actual process of questioning, resolution and
release.
Clearing of others has been accomplished by peO'
pie after they have been cleared themselves and have
taken time to learn the procedures. A person can learn
to perform this loving service. The work must be done
with unconditional love for the other person, a desire
for improved communication and interaction between the two people, and a request to the High Self
that the work serve the highest good of all concerned.
Interference for selfish reasons or the possibility of
personal gain inflicts a most undesirable karmic burden."
Skipping over other therapists (whose books are listed in
the Bibliography) I come now to my personal methods.
In a previous book (O Sane and Sacred Death) I gave a
sketch of the manner in which you may assist in the rescue
or releasement of a deceased person. I quote it here.
"In many cases, the remedy is simple. First is the
brief but very important process of centering yourself,
of calming your mind and quieting your feelings before
you start to help the deceased one. Souls are highly
sensitive to the unspoken thoughts and emotions of
the living and a false cheerfulness will not fool them.
Therefore work on yourself first, talk to your own soul
about the freedom you desire for your loved one (or
the stranger you have in mind) until you do feel
compassion and a selfless desire to help. Then ask for


wisdom, guidance, protection for yourself and the
other soul, discarnate or incarnate.
"Second is to call the person by name or by location or other identifying circumstance and explain to
the (invisible to you) spirit of the deceased person how
its body died and point out that now, although people
consider the person dead, the person is still alive, listening to you. Speak tactfully and as gently as you
would if you could see the person right there with you.
The point is to convince the soul that although it is
still aware and conscious, its body is now dead. It may
not have realized this. Please be careful not to let your
own emotions drop into your wording terms like
'lonely' or 'miss you' or 'need you'. Your purpose is to
lift and help, not to drag down nor hold back. Your
purpose is to release and to free and lighten the soul
of the deceased one. It might be wise for you to write
out what you wish to say to your loved one or to the
stranger (s) you want to contact, in order to be sure
your words will serve to help and not hinder your
'ghost'. The rule is simple: 'Accentuate the positive;
eliminate the negative.'
"You may wish to suggest that the soul sweep out
old pains and weakness, old fatigue, old addictions and
mean habits, etc. Be gentle as you suggest such actions, but repeat the suggestions firmly if you feel it
advisable. You may feel the need to repeat your words
on successive days. Do not be afraid to start.
"The third step is to direct the attention of your
'clients' toward the Light and tell them to move toward it and to watch for a welcoming person who
comes as a guide to escort them home. This third step
is important, for many souls have told us that when
they lost their body they didn't know where to go, or

that they feared to leave the earth-plane lest they go
to hell. They didn't know that the Light would come
visibly to receive them, so they did not look for any
light and their expectation of dim uncertainty or of
darkness provided exactly that for them-thoughts
being the builders in the spirit-world. Therefore it is
important to speak of the Light, its warmth, its welcome, and of the guide who will come. If you are not
sure that a guide has come, then simply invite 'someone who cares about this person-a high, wise, spiritual being,' to come and escort the soul safely into the
Light and home. This wording prevents any mischievous or dark entity from turning up as 'guide'.
"This third step may need to be repeated a few
times, especially if the deceased one still has had
feelings of unworthiness or 'badness'. The Light understands all and is more than willing to forgive all
with limitless love and compassion. However, the preliminary is for the soul to be willing to rid itself of its
old undesirable habits and addictions. This is the
soul's first move, made by its own free will; then comes
the Light's instantaneous response.
"When talking to the soul of a relative (or a
stranger) who you may feel is lost, unhappy, or otherwise in trouble after death, you might say something
like this:
"'Sally (or Sammy), I have been thinking of you
and sending thoughts for your welfare and peace.
You are at the beginning of a new period now, and
the old time is past. I am sorry it was so rough for
you, but now you can shuck off all the old feelings
of anger at your helplessness, your feelings of inferiority and loneliness, and start fresh and new. You
realize, don't you, that your body is gone? If you
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think back-without feeling any fear or pain-you
will see what happened, and you will know that your
body is no longer of any use to you. Neither are the
old habits and addictions that bothered you. Just
throw them all away and be rid of them. I think of you
now as clean and clear and starting fresh. I am sorry
no one realized just how desperate you were. We
understand more clearly now, and we send you our
thoughts and our concern. Look for the Light, Sally
(Sammy), and let it shine away your unhappiness. I
am thinking of you now as being surrounded and
comforted by the gentle Light.

 (If the person you have in mind has been really a
dark character, you might remind your own self of
what Doctor  Hazel Denning said one time, 'The meaner
and nastier a person is, the more he is hurting.' That
thought may help you to help the mean, nasty persons
more easily!)
"If it is a loved one or relative you are talking to,
you might say something like this:
"'Dear Jim (or Betty), I think of you often and am
so glad that we knew each other as long as we did. I
put your picture where I look at it and smile every time
I pass by. Sometimes I put a vase of flowers up there
beside it, too. I know you have gone into the Light and
are happy now. Don't worry about any of us; we'll work
at our life lessons, just as you did, and make you proud
of us. Sure, we miss you here, but we are glad that you
are with Grandfather and Grandmother now and are
free of those old problems, and we are so grateful that
you were one of us this long. In my thoughts I see you
strong and healthy, strolling or even running in the
sunshine, or just lying in the shade of a tree and

enjoying the beauty and peace all around you. Not a
bad vacation after all you've been through, is it! Or
are you busy doing other things? Knowing you, I bet
you have found interesting things to do already!
Whatever they are, dear Jim (Betty), I'm pulling for
you. And I'll see you again when I come over. I love
you.

Resistant Entities.
Resistance to being called out and sent away from the
obsessed person is fairly common among the invaders we
have encountered, often being a simple objection, "He needs
me," or "I help her." The therapist's usual formula of
persuasion is enough to enlighten most of these entities to
the disadvantages of the obsessive relationship not only to
the client but also to the invading entity.
Resistance may be a long-time habit of fearing change.
A sad case comes to my mind of a group of souls found not
obsessing a living person but wandering aimlessly in the
earthbound condition, led hither and thither by their leader.
When contacted, the leader proclaimed that they were "Children of the Covenant," who were "faithful unto death." It
devolved that they were a group who had been slaughtered
because of their religion in some long-past year. I did not
know which Covenant the leader meant or which religion
they followed. All were totally deaf to any voice except that
of the leader, and he was totally deaf to any of my thoughts,
even while answering my voice. At last, taking a chance that
they were Jewish, I asked "The Master Moses" to come and
speak to these Children of the Covenant. That was the word


needed. Without hesitation the leader-who had rejected all
my own suggestions about looking for the Light and going
toward it-agreed, "We will follow Father Moses." And at
long last the Children were on their way Home. Resistance
had crumbled at that one name.
Therapists' Methods
of Dealing with Resistance.
When Doctor  Carl Wickland was doing the first Releasement
Work in America by nonshamanic means, he would spend
considerable time talking and arguing with each "ignorant
spirit" (as he called the souls who did not understand that
their bodies were dead), trying to convince them of their
state and get them to move on into a higher level of the spirit
world. Those who remained obdurate he sometimes
threatened rather mildly with a term in what he called a
"dungeon," a dark gloomy room. Baldwin adopted this
symbolic room, suggesting that it was lined with multitudes
of mirrors, a place in which the stubborn spirit would be
alone with its own myriad images until it changed its attitude.
Eugene Maurey uses "picturization" to create thought-
forms of neutralization of negative energies or of protection
for the clients. He starts with picturing the negatives as a
black cloud around the client, then pictures the cloud rising,
changing color, dispersing, and going back to the person
who had sent the dark thought or emotion, but in the form
now of love, not of negativity.
Resistant negative entities he would visualize being put
into a black box. "Some of the intruders cause so much
misery that I have little sympathy for them," Maurey writes


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The Effects of Organ Transplants.
Since the rapid increase in organ transplants, which give
renewed hfe and health to many disabled or unwell persons,
some unsuspected resuUs have been appearing. For example,
in Science News for September 20, 1997, an article reports
a case of peanut allergy transferred to the 3 5 -year-old male
recipient by the implanted liver of a 22-year-old man who
had been allergic to peanuts. There have been other reports
of various syndromes transferred from the deceased donor
to the living recipient along with the anatomical structures
of the donated organs. It seems that the very cells of the
donor are still faithful to their original owner and need to be
talked to and reprogrammed just as if they were invading
entities in this new (to them) body. Yes, and we can do
exactly that: speak to the cells of the organ being donated,
and to the organ as a whole, explain the simation, and
command them to be congenial to their new environment
from now on. This is quite similar to the directive words
used by therapists in programming a tumor or directing the
cells and functions of any bodily system.
Mentioned in the Newsletter of the Association for Past-life Research and Therapies for Summer 1997 is the memoir
by dancer Claire Sylvia, A Change ofHeart, telling about the
changes she experienced after her heart-lung transplant
which exchanged her 48-year-old organs for those of an
18-year-old boy who had been killed in a motorcycle accident.
Almost her first words to the reporter who asked her what
she wanted most, after surviving the surgery, were, "Actually, I'm dying for a beer right now." The words surprised
her own self, for she didn't even like beer-at least not until


now. She also felt "mortified" that she "had answered this
sincere question with such a flippant response."
There were other new and radical changes in her tastes
and habits. While still in the Intensive Care Unit, she began
to feel the presence of "something or someone else within
her." New cravings appeared, new attitudes-e.g., an uncharacteristic aggressiveness and impetuosity-that she later
learned "mirrors those that once belonged to her donor."
She also had strange dreams. In one, she is with "a happy
young man named Tim L.," whom she kisses and inhales
deeply into her. "It feels like the deepest breath I've ever
taken, and I know that Tim will be with me forever. " Later,
as she adjusts to her new organs, which she fmds healthier
than her old ones (removed because of primary pulmonary
hypertension), she begins to learn more facts about her
donor, including his name: Tim L.
This sketch of the case would certainly indicate that Tim
L. 's personality, his mind and desires and habits, had entered
the recipient along with his transplanted heart and lungs and
is now obsessing her, melded with her own personal likes
and habits. My impression, without knowing more of the
circumstances, is that Tim chose to enter Claire during or
after the operation and has no idea that his presence may be
obstructing or hindering her in any way. Physically the
presence of his heart and lungs has definitely helped her; but
she did not bargain for any transplant of his teenaged
aggressiveness and impulsiveness. Those attitudes may not
be positive ones in a 48-year-old lady. She now has what
used to be called a "split personality"! And Tim himself
needs to leave the earth-plane and go on into his new world
of astral experience.
The entrance of a discarnate entity into a living person
during or after an operation is not an uncommon event. The
chief difference here is that the discarnate entity was not,
entirely discarnate, for his physical organs were being
implanted into the patient. And so, also, he was not really
invading, he was being put into her by the surgeons, as
they placed the youth's organs within her body and
connected them up to her own circulatory system. Tim
did not need to go along with his organs. That was a matter
of choice for him. But numerous souls after death of the
body do feel that they must follow the body wherever it
is. Tim chose to follow his heart and lungs rather than the
rest of his body.

In cases of organ transplants the preliminary tests need to
be as careful as those demanded by many adoption agencies
before a baby is allowed to be given to a couple for their
own. An organ transplant in many ways is different from an
adoption. It is a melding of intimate cellular memories as
well as cellular functions.
From reports like Claire's it is evident that protection of
the recipient from becoming the victim of obsession by the
donor's personality also needs to be included as a routine
preparation just as much as determination of blood type.
Such protection might be simply calling the (deceased) donor
and explaining (perhaps repeating on several successive
days),
"I am speaking to you whose body was ruined in
that car wreck. I do not know you, but I am sorry that
your body died when you were so young. However, the
organs of your body can be given to living people
whose own organs are diseased or wounded, and in
that way you can continue to help us; but let your mind,
your soul, rise higher and enter the Light, free and happy.
I believe that you are glad to be of such great assistance
by donating your organs. And I ask the cells of your
organs to adapt to their new bodies smoothly,
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physiologically, and in every other way. I also ask the
bodies of the recipients to accept them easily, as
friendly helpful new units of their bodies."
As mentioned, two or three repetitions of this type of
instruction may be necessary, and if the results are not as
quick and complete as expected, the wording can be changed
from, "I ask the cells , " to, "I command the
cells, "-in a firm tone! As for asking or commanding
the bodies of the recipients, that is an acceptable mode of
therapy, for all of us are connected at the lower levels, as
also at the higher levels of existence.
Four Shelves of the Bookcase
Like any new field of knowledge or expertise, this entire
field of organ transplants needs to be studied carefully in all
its aspects, not merely the physical aspects of physical benefit
to the recipients. The effects on the recipient's mind, emotions, personal habits need to be considered.
I am reminded of Nobel Laureate Karl Popper's metaphor
of the bookcase of several shelves.
On the lowest shelf, labeled "Physical Sciences," are the
books containing knowledge of all the physical realms, the
fields concerning geology, astronomy, meteorology, anatomy, and so on. Namre here is considered deterministic;
reality is physically measurable. These fields are called
"hard science."
On the second shelf, labeled "Life Sciences," are concepts like "organism" and "growth." Here are books about
physiology, hormones, enzymes, vitamins, etc., all concerned with the life sciences. These include the functions
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that define "life": respiration, digestion, reproduction,
motion, causing the physical body to manifest livingness.
Next is the shelf that contains the books dealing with the
"Psychosocial Processes" and functions of the living body
and its brain: consciousness, volition, culture; emotions,
ideas, thoughts; habits, feelings, desires; also frustrations,
angers, fears, resentments. The cultural aspects of religion
and mores also need to be here, and somewhere on this shelf
we shall place the books concerned with parapsychological
knowledge and knowledge of the psychic and astral talents
and phenomena.
Willis Harmon (see Bibliography) suggests another shelf,
which is labeled "Spiritual Sciences, " on which are the books
concerned with the still higher aspects of consciousness, such
as motivation, purpose, planning, choice, courage; and also
ethics, morality, altruism, and spirituality (as opposed to
mere religiousness and "spiritism").
Maybe instead of books, the shelves contain plants, each
"shelf" growing the plants of one aspect or one branch of
the great Tree of Life. Then this book is like a plant with its
main body on the shelf of psychosocial knowledge but with
roots going down to the knowledges below and its blossoms
higher into the spiritual knowledges.
In any case, the knowledge that I have conveyed in this
book is intended not to be confined to any one shelf but to
include several, and especially to extend up into the higher
realm where the Law of Karma is found, with its corollaries
of compensation and justice, and where also compassion,
mercy, forgiveness, and love are found. These are needed
by every living creature and every discarnate living soul.
The need is great; many souls are wandering or hiding,
some in bewilderment, some in fear of hell, some in fear of
continuing terrors of war, abuse, or betrayal. I urge you who
have read this or other books with a similar message to use
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part of your meditation time to reach out to these souls and
rescue or release some of these needy ones. It is not hard;
you have only to start and you will be guided, if you ask.
A Word to the Skeptics
Does it embarrass you even to consider secretly asking
assistance from invisible beings to help you rescue or release
other invisible beings? Friends, I know-I went through that
stage myself. But think of the alternatives to your valuing
your own opinions above possible facts: You who could
offer help are refusing to do so in deference to your personal
opinions. Yes, your opinions are permissible, they are your
own, part of your nature; but please be aware that other
intelligent people may hold different opinions from yours
and that the universe may indeed be "too good to be true."
On the other hand, the universe at times may seem too hard
or too evil to be true, when the Law of Karma brings down
the just reward of former ill deeds or when group karma
seizes large numbers of people or other creatures. We do not
yet have perfected wisdom or full knowledge of everything
in the universe. That may be in the future for the race.
Meanwhile let us do whatever we can to alleviate the
hardships of our fellow beings and not be hindered by our
personal embarrassment nor by the overwhelming size of the
problems. Mahatma Gandhi said, "Whatever you do will
never be enough, but it matters enormously that you do it."
Mother Teresa said, "In this world we cannot do great
things, but we can do small things with great love." So let
us begin!

the end.