Excerpt from the book by L. Kin
The Pied Piers of Heaven - Who Calls
the Tune?Ghost Encounters
I met my first ghost as I was walking down a narrow country lane near East
Grinstead, Sussex, England. It was close to midnight. In the silence I suddenly heard the
creaking of wheels and the clop-clop of hooves on the street, and all of a sudden there
emerged, right next to me, so close I could have touched it, the silhouette of a
stagecoach. The coachman sat all huddled up in his cloak, as dark as the devil himself and
gave me an evil glance. The apparition lasted about two minutes and then faded. I walked
on. This was rather strong, particularly for a densely populated part of the country. One
might expect that sort of thing in Scotland, but in Sussex? As I got home, I said to my
wife: "Do you know what just happened to me?" And she said, without me being
able to continue: "The stage coach? Did you see that too?" It turned out that
she had come across the same thing about an hour earlier.
Another one: One night I took a walk across the large green in front of the
manor I used to live in; the moon was full, the wind rattled in the trees, the clouds
raced across the sky, and I was enjoying myself no end. Suddenly I felt a pang of fear,
like the blade of a knife was entering my chest. Immediately I spotted the direction it
came from: out of a dark place where the trees grew thick and black. Behind it, about a
hundred yards away was a pond. I opened myself for the stream of pictures which I knew
would be accompanying this powerful emotion, and there they were! The story of a young
man, a gardener, who drowned himself one winter’s night because of a lost love, about
twenty years ago. As he saw his body floating down the pond and getting caught at the
grid, an even greater loss came over him and he hovered over his dead body in grief and
non-comprehension – and never got out of the incident! He unloaded his misery to me,
then decided to give it a new start, and left.
The next day I asked the landlady if something funny had ever happened at the
lake, and she said oh yes, had I picked it up too, there definitely was something
foul down there, none of the children ever liked to go to the pond although it’s the
ideal place in summer, and it probably started about twenty years ago when poor William
F., the gardener, drowned himself in the pond etc., etc. (Next summer, by the way, the
pond was crowded with children.)
I found that people, at least the English, have quite a good understanding of
ghosts. Once, when I did some painting and decorating at a site job, I worked in a country
manor and perceived the ghost of a woman who fled when she noticed that I had spotted her.
I told the proprietor about my observation. She said: "No need to worry; she is a
nice ghost, we know her quite well. Last century she actually owned the house. She just
doesn’t like people to sleep in the bedroom where she used to have it off with her
lover. When we have guests we want to get rid of we put them in that bed and she’ll
come out at night and knock it about." All very matter-of-fact.
Pregnant women are sometimes very aware of ghosts, meaning spirits in need of
bodies. One lady told me that they came to her queuing up, applying for entry, and she
wouldn’t let them in until she found the right one. (Now, seven years later, I can
only congratulate her on her choice.) Another lady told me that she had become aware of a
second spirit challenging the first spirit who had already claimed the embryo in her womb.
She was sitting in her lounge one evening, when suddenly a tremendous tension built up in
the room, with pictures moving on the wall and books falling off the shelf, until the two
had fought it out between them. The lady herself had added to the charge as she was in
favor of the existing proprietor and didn’t like the intruder. So she helped fight
the intruder, yet he won. Afterwards it took the lady a while to get used to him, and
finally she welcomed him. They made a good team, as it turned out over the years.
A ghost is a sprit stuck in an incident and hanging about waiting to be redeemed
by a kind soul. Just try your local graveyard! You’ll find quite a number of spirits
sitting on their graves bewailing their fate. Listen to them and they’ll gratefully
disappear. Some will ask you directions to the nearest maternity ward before they go. (No
joke.) The process to achieve this is quite simple: just have a ghost tell his grievous
story about a dozen times – and he will either dissolve or go off to start a new
incarnation, depending if it’s a demon or a real ghost.
DEMONS
A "real" ghost is an individual spirit like you and me except that he
had no body. In that he can freely direct his attention and cause certain effects
consciously and voluntarily, he is a creator, whereas a demon is only a created entity.
White magicians trying to influence the weather or making the crop grow better are
creating or using such entities by means of "evocations", and so do black
magicians in order to subordinate others to their will or even kill them. In the
magician’s trade, demon entities are called "elementals".
Although a demon is not a free and unlimitedly causative spirit, he has an
"ego" nevertheless, and he can act. You can freely talk and argue with demons.
They will try to dominate you and attempt to deceive you about their true nature when they
feel found out. They may react like a real person in flesh and blood sitting across the
table. This depends on the size and density of the entity and the intention with which it
is loaded. Some of them -–like those used in voodoo and black magic – are
positively killers!
In contrast to a spirit, an entity is only a ridge. A ridge is a mass of mental
energy containing all data of the incident when it was formed, including the voice tracks
of the people involved. Everybody makes a ridge at times of high stress, loss or physical
danger. Ridges bother one long after the actual incident is over; sometimes they appear as
nagging mental image pictures which distract one or pull one into a daydream.
So ridges are made by oneself; with entities, however. It’s somewhat more
complicated. Although they are only ridges, they aren’t made by oneself but by
another person during some heavy incident. An entity is another person’s ridge that
wandered over to you. It gets from the other fellow’s space into yours, and because
you don’t like it you push energy against it and wall it off – and that makes it
go really solid. That solders it in for good. And then one day or perhaps in the middle of
the night, you find someone is talking to you from "over there"! Eerie feeling,
takes getting used to. Very demonic.
Entities are usually perceived as "out there’" whereas one’s
own pictures appear to be all around or perhaps in front of one. Since entities are made
of another’s mental stiff (with one’s own added), they are a bit more resistive
than "home-made" ridges. They reveal their contents in picture form like any
other ridge would, but in order to dissolve them one has to actually recognize them for
what they are and acknowledge them as "foreign-made". This makes some of them
disappear in thin air – whereas others actually talk back! They contain voice
circuits and are even able to give intelligent answers about the incident when they were
created and in case of black magic, what purpose they were created for. You ask:
"When was it?" or "Who was there?" and the entity flashes the details
you were asking for in picture form.
One has to be aware of the existence of entities when one does any kind of
recall process or "reincarnation-therapy", because the impressions one gets may
not stem from oneself but from an entity and therefore from the time track of another
person. Getting time tracks mixed up can lead to severe complications in any form of
therapy. A simple example of this is the fear that is usually associated with ghosts
– maybe it’s the ghost’s fear, and we aren’t used to distinguishing
such things.
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