Never Negate a Necromancer

nec·ro·man·cy : The practice of supposedly communicating with the spirits of the dead in order to predict the future; Black magic or sorcery; Magic qualities. Bringing up the dead for nefarious reasons.

I was doing a spirit removal in a dicey neighborhood where gangs, crime and drugs happen. If that didn’t make it uncomfortable enough, I found out the ex-boyfriend of this woman, whose house we were in, had gotten out of jail six weeks previous. He apparently was extremely violent with her and to top it all off, was a practicing necromancer. Oh boy. Who knows what kind of spooky crap we were going to find.

The basement of this house had a corner which had some picture that was painted over. It was supposed to be of an occult nature. There was also a picture of Jesus that had some nasty things done to it. Nooses had been found in the eaves of the basement. That is where this man would practice his necromancy.

My husband Ben hooked up the infrared system and had a camera in the basement and in the upstairs hallway. The hallway had some orb activity. I made my way to the basement to pick up on the spirits and see if I could remove them.

Proceeding down the stairs, the energies were very strong. It was negative, heavy and cloying down there. I took a few pictures around the area and then decided to get down to business. Immediately I picked up on a bizarre sight: 2 men and 2 women dressed in office clothing, holding hands and chanting in a circle. They were in their late twenties to their early thirties. The men had on shirts, ties and dress pants, one woman had her hair in a ponytail, a white blouse and black skirt with heels. The other woman had a blouse and pants outfit. It really confused me for a second. I was expecting them to have ceremonial clothing on.

As I was preparing to send them into the light, they broke the circle, still holding hands in a line together. They started moving towards me and their faces became monstrous with snarling and screaming and huge pointed teeth. They didn’t get very far before a higher power reached out and grabbed the hand of the one closest to the light and pulled them in. They were absolutely stunned as they went in.

There were other energies still in the basement. Behind the basement staircase which was an open one, was a male spirit who was scared and was covered in black fur like the Wolf Boys from Mexico. His eyes glowed red. He said he was scared of the 4 spirits. I asked him if he would go into the light and he said yes, he would. I watched him go. Then one more spirit appeared in the opposite corner of the basement, near the laundry machines. She was a very small woman with brown curly hair and a floral dress that looked like it was from the ’60’s. She told me she was a mitochondrial dwarf. I said “Okay” and asked her to go to the light which she did willingly. I know it sounds wild, but take my word for it, all these spirits were actually there in that basement.

I always know when the portal closes because the dark room gets illuminated for a second and there’s a buzzing between my eyes. I assume that is my third eye doing that. Anyway, I went upstairs and told the lady of the house and she confirmed that she did see something “creepy” under the staircase that had red eyes and was very black. She was relieved the other spirits were gone. She had a pagan guardian who cleansed her basement for her after the clearing.

Many, many weeks later, the lady whose house we had cleared phoned and had the necromancer books that her boyfriend had used. We went over and picked them up from her. She understandably didn’t want them around. So I have them on my bookshelf now for reference in case we run into another necromancing nincompoop.

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