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From: "Amanda Dine" (dine@mpx.com.au)
To: ghost-discuss@aurora.cdb.com
Subject: Two cases of attempted possession
Date: Fri, 3 Oct 1997 07:42:13 +1000
Dear Ghosters,
That title got you didn't it. I'm feeling wicked this morning because it's the school holidays and Matthew wants the computer, and I'd decided it was about time to add another story to my list. I think this is partly in retaliation to being booted by the system, you know, a fresh start so to speak, and partly because of all the talk about church attitudes.
The first case involves the attitude of the church and is almost the beginning of the story .. so, here goes ...
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For the benefit of those who don't know, I lived in a mining town called Roxby Downs, in the middle of the South Australian (state) almost desert. It is a very pretty town, with a very transient population. They had two caravan parks, one at the mine 14kms away and one in town.
Some people actually lived in the town caravan park, in vans they'd brought in. These are not the trailer homes that you see around America, these things are usually tiny. Sorry, back to the story ...
I had a phone call from my friend Bonnie ... Bonnie is a budding psychic and she and I got to know each other about 1 year before I left town, through our sons. Bonnie told me that her husband had been spoken to, at work, by a man who was having a few problems at his caravan. Her question to me ... Could I help?
Now, having told Bonnie, months earlier about the angry aboriginal, I said "Of course, get the guy to ring me and in the meantime I'll talk to the Anglican minister."
So a meeting was set up at my house for that day at 4.00pm to get Colin and Ian, the minister, together so that Ian could go and 'clear' the caravan. Take note folks, this was not my favourite minister, John, he and his family had moved to Adelaide by then.
Yes, I know I said this was ghost story, and it is. It just has to untangle this way.
Well Colin arrived, Bonnie was already there, and the three of us got talking. Then Ian, who I will now christen 'big mouth' (bm) arrived. He roundly criticised me, for wanting him to help get rid of a ghost, Colin for not being a good Christian, Bonnie for being associated with me, everything and anything he could. He was extremely rude and informed Colin that he had brought the whole thing on himself by reading the 'wrong sorts' of books and inviting things in.
Oh brother .. that was the longest cup of coffee in history. His parting comment, just before I threw him out the door, was that he would 'clear' Colin's van until Colin turned up at church and changed his attitude.
By this point I was suffering from embarrassment and impotent rage. If
John had been there, he and Colin would have disappeared and fixed the
problem in the time it took bm to pontificate. Well, it forced my hand. I
knew how to fix the problem, so I took Bonnie and my bible and went to have
a look ... my first ghost-bust ... I don't know who was more scared, Bonnie
or me .... but it sure was entertainment for a Saturday afternoon
This is Colin's story ...
He bought the caravan at a second-hand place just before he moved up to
Roxby. As a contractor he wouldn't be able to get a house, let alone rent
one (company town). When he got to Roxby he set up the van, added an annex
..
Trouble started straight away ... the first night he slept there, he laid
in the dark waiting to go to sleep, when a creeping feeling of terror
started at his toes. A chill swept up his body, paralysing him. He felt
something touch his face, then it went away.
He had lived in the van for 2 months when he spoke to Brian, Bonnie's
husband. Over that time the 'gentle touch' had gone to the feeling of
being laid on and that awful feeling of something trying to force itself
into his body. He'd taken to sleeping at this girl-friend's place as often
as possible ... he was extremely frightened, and didn't even like going to
the van in the daylight.
On the Saturday afternoon that Bonnie and I arrived he was waiting outside,
having opened the door. He and Bonnie went inside together. I think he
wanted to protect Bonnie, she wanted to see if she could 'feel or see'
anything.
Where was I? ... Good question. Prowling the perimeter of the van site,
working out where it stood in comparison to the fence near the main road.
I have a reason for this.
I looked around Colin's van, outside. Like usual it was ugly .. and
certainly wasn't new. There were trees near one side, touching in places
the side of the van, and the other side was on the road that ran around
inside the site.
(from outside) The front of the van, kitchen area, was clear, no feeling of
anything present. I walked along the side near the door, fine for a while
until the bedroom area, then a touch of 'something'. I backtracked and
walked down the other side, same feeling at the bedroom area, so I kept
walking and finally scrambled under the trees to cross the back of the van.
A definite presence of something not normal. Small statement, I know. The
presence was of 'awareness', not evil, just ... present.
This may have taken a long time to write, but it took only minutes to do.
I went into the annex, it was clear. I climbed the (short) stairs up into
the van. The kitchen was clear. Bonnie and Colin were sitting in the
dining area. Bonnie hadn't felt a thing, Colin was looking around
nervously. On the bookshelf there were some Tuesday Lobsand Rampa books,
entertaining reading if you haven't read them already (grin).
I went down to the bedroom. Bonnie said later, Colin took one look at me
and went outside to wait. Bonnie followed me in.
The bedroom was quite large as far a van bedrooms go. It had a double bed
pushed into one corner and along the end of the van was a cupboard with
three sliding doors. The middle was a mirror.
I asked Bonnie what she felt. She answered "nothing really, but I don't
like the mirror". I was pleased about that because I didn't like it
either. Take a moment now to realise that I was still frightened. I had
no desire to see, or try and handle, something that would be too strong for
me, hurt Bonnie or bother Colin again. I was still angry at the bm
minister. I needed more energy to focus, so I asked Bonnie to give me her
hand, (which she did without asking why, thank the world for Bonnie who is
a wonderful person), and said out loud, "In the name of Jesus, show
yourself".
Well that got something's attention. In the mirror a figure started to
appear. He was a short man, neat short brown hair, obviously older (about
50) but with an unlined face, well dressed, with a flat hat (the French
wear them, what are they called?), (don't bother to answer I'll remember
one day). He had his back to us, so we could see his face, which meant
that he was materialising right next to where Colin's hips would be. He
was admiring himself in the mirror, adjusting his hat, tugging his clothes.
He just loved his own appearance.
He didn't know he was dead. Poor Bonnie. She couldn't see anything, but
she could feel, and said later, wanted to 'run like hell'. I can laugh
now, but at the time it wasn't funny. This guy wasn't evil, but he was so
arrogant and 'in love with himself' he just wouldn't, couldn't, didn't
know, how to let go.
He kept admiring himself as we spoke (mentally). He wasn't dead. Yes he
was. He still could see himself ... He said that there was a presence in
the van that he didn't like, but he was getting rid of it. I said, "I
know, but it's you that should be going." His answer was, show me there's
a Heaven and I'll go.
That stopped me for a minute. I didn't know what to do. The figure seemed
to be amused, heading for annoyed. I was in his space and he didn't like
it.
I thought, "Oh Boy", then said, outloud, it turned out, "Lord, if you can
hear me, open a doorway for this man to leave."
I sit here and think as a cold chill runs down my spine. That is my truth
signal that works all the time.
The wall of the van vanished. In it's place was a staircase, gold in
colour, very pretty, very 'alluring', if you like ... The figure looked at
it. The first time he had looked away from the mirror. He glanced at
himself again, sort of glanced at me ... then headed up the stairs. At the
top there was a door, that, when it opened, showed only light ...
In the meantime, Bonnie was staring at the wall where the stairway had
appeared. She says she felt something 'wonderful' was there. I wished she
could have seen it.
Colin returned to the caravan with no problems. I returned to the real
world and wiped the Roxby Church from my visiting cycle. Bm came to see me
to find out what had happened and I told him ... believe me, in no
uncertain words, and a few extra. After that I had well-meaning visits
from the Christians, who finally informed me that I would probably go to
Hell. My statement was 'been there, done that" (see OBE, if I can ever
find it again). This is one of the reasons why I call myself a Pagan
now. I don't want to be associated with those 'well-meaning Christians'
ever again.
Oh, and the two cases of possession - the first was the church trying to
'possess' Colin, and then the small man, he was trying to 'possess' Colin,
one to get rid of him, and two, I think unintentionally, to get his (a)
body back. Poor Colin, he copped it twice.
And the perimeter fence ... well I'll never know .. but since the
Aboriginal's tried to claim Roxby and mine back, saying that it is built on
their ground .. it wouldn't surprise me if it was another angry Aboriginal.
Thanks for your patience.
Best Wishes
Amanda