Mediumship: An overview of my personal experience from early childhood to Lily Dale Part Four

“Oh you had a ‘growler,’” a friend of mine said when I told her of my experience.
She acted as if it was a common occurrence.
As far as I know few people have problems with spirit beings that, at first breathe, and then growl in your ear.

In an earlier post I described my childhood experiences with séance.
I mentioned the Native American figure I used instead of a candle as the focal point and the entity that threw open my window and screamed like a Banshee, not that I have ever heard a Banshee scream but I imagine it is probably something like the yell I and my terrified neighbors heard that day.

I was eight at that time. From age twelve to fourteen I suffered teenage-itis, a very common disease that often affects parents a great deal more than their children who suffer from it.
I was in a lost and desperate state.

One night a friend, sensing my need, invited me to a “bible study.”
“Ick,” was my first reaction.
I recalled confirmation class and I frankly hated church so bible study was the last thing on my mind however I liked this person and I thought, ‘isn’t that nice. He’s asking me to a meeting that is important to him.’ So, I went.

The year was 1974, a year after the premier of The Exorcist.
I consider The Exorcist a landmark film for a number of reasons.

It devastated the reputation of Ouija.
Pre and post Exorcist perceptions of Ouija in popular culture are dramatically different.

Second, it gave entities with malicious intent a distinct advantage.

These entities thrive on fear the way cars run on gasoline.

The film suggested that a “demon,” (I have issues with the term ‘demon’) can take possession of your body, cut it, slice it, twist its head around, and give those who come to help a fight they will never forget and perhaps never survive.

The Exorcist was great propaganda for these types of entities.
The nasty ones could not have done a better job if they had produced the film themselves.
Maybe they did.

I too was somewhat the victim of fear following my visit to the theatre to see that wretched film.

By the way, fear is also very attractive to this kind of entity.

I realize that when you have a spirit presence in your home that is not polite it is hard to resist the temptation to be afraid but if you can you will literally starve the little bugger out.

“Resist the devil and he will flee from you,” James 4:7

“There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear: because fear hath torment,” 1 John 4:18

“Fear hath torment,” think about that.

The best way to deal with fear: laugh at it.

Oh and by the way, when you know you are surrounded by perfect love, the white light of God, “nothing shall by any means hurt you,” Luke 10:19.

If you are called to a life of spirit communication I pray that the vast majority of your experiences will be pleasant. But from time to time, be ready to help when the pesky ones are tormenting a family or an individual.

Guard your mind because it is in your mind that the battle will be won or lost.
Personally I recommend that you refrain from watching horror films or television that sensationalize or glorify the nasty haunts. You must not be afraid. You are the one that the terrorized will look to for answers and for deliverance and you can do it if you are prepared. Part of that preparation is carefully screening what you put into your mind.

Do I watch horror films or those sensational paranormal programs on Sci-Fi? Sure I do from time to time but I do not make a habit out of it and usually I regret that I have seen what little I watch.

One night after falling asleep reading a book about a particular kind of entity I was shoved across the bed by that entity at, you guessed it, 3 am. I learned another important lesson that night: don’t study the negative right before sleep. Make sure that what goes into your mind at bed time is positive and uplifting.

“Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things,” Philippians 4:8

So, anyway, back to the growler.

I was 14 years old.
I had a very rough adolescence.
I was in a desperate state.
A friend invited me to (yuck) bible study.

I could not have been more surprised when I got there.

The people were older than me. They were early twenties like the friend that invited me.
The leader was not dressed in a robe.
He was a brick layer.
He wore dirty jeans and his hands were calloused from hard work.

The girls had long straight hair that fell to their waist; they wore bell bottom jeans, and halter tops. Yes I fell in love with a few of them quickly despite our difference in age.

Once I put on too much cologne for a date I had with one. I was, by this time 17 and she was 24.
I told her I wanted a serious relationship and she patted me on the head and told me I was cute.

These were the “Jesus People,” hippies who had found a genuine faith based experience in dry bones Christianity. I had never seen a living faith before. All I had ever seen was lifeless ritual.

Those people changed my life.

That night, after I got home, I heard breathing in my ear.
At first I thought it was my own breathing.
I would hold my breath but still the breathing continued.
That first night wasn’t so bad but each night thereafter the breathing got louder until finally it was an all-out howl, a growl, thus the name, “Growler.”

I sat up in bed unable to sleep and I asked God to show me what was causing the disturbance.

How did I do this?

Did I consult a prayer book?

Did I do it in Latin?

No, I said, “God would you please help me out here?”

At that moment, it was as if a dresser drawer began to glow.
Have you ever highlighted a passage in a book?
It was like that.
I went over to the dresser.
I pulled that drawer open.
I removed the clothes.
Underneath all of the clothes at the bottom was that Native American carving I had used years before in séance.

At the time I knew nothing of “haunted objects” but I knew it was the cause of the disturbance.

I prayed a little impromptu prayer over the object, tossed it out, and the Growler went with it never to return.

Until next time, take care loved ones,

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