DICK SUMMONS DEMONS

Shortly after opening my first retail space in downtown Jim Thorpe, a man we’ll call Richard, and I do mean Dick for short, approached my then business partner Regina about wanting to teach metaphysical classes in my reading space which also doubled as our art gallery.

And Regina thought we should "hear him out".

Dick was very intense. He focused with laser type precision on me when the three of us had our interview/meeting. He could tell that he was failing to impress me with his dark arts curriculum he was pimping. I wanted absolutely no parts of it or him and the questions I asked seemed to agitate him.

He argued however that everyone who was, or claimed to be a light worker needed to know the opposite side of light for their own skill set. It wasn't the sentiment of the message or the classes that struck a strange chord somewhere deep within me. No, it was something about him specifically. I could hear static like from a radio all around him while he spoke which didn't seem like the very best sign. As the conversation continued, he grew more serious, trying to convince me that

he in fact knew there was something terribly wrong at the moment in my life and it was very dark. Oh! The things he was seeing around me personally were dreadful! And it was for this reason, his words, not mine; I “doubted my true power.”

Dick insisted malevolent forces were heavily at work to ruin my life and would ruin my business endeavors. Upon hearing, Regina became visibly upset.

When I relayed the experience in it’s entirety to a my mentor Arlene at the time, she noted

“Every angel is a devil at times. Tread lightly."

Regina fell hook line and sinker for this mess. She even insisted we let Dick come back and cleanse our workspace. As if we couldn't do it on our own! But she was hooked, especially after what happened when I was painting Recycled Jesus' shadow box and witnessing me being thrown into our bar table. She didn’t want to jeopardize our business endeavor because it was already rocky, and we had experienced a huge change. To my dismay, Dick returned later that evening dressed head to toe in black (even painted his fingernails to match) with a large demonology book and a shit eating grin.

In my reading room, Dick instructed Regina and I to stand in a circle. He gave us handouts in Latin. His manner and tone changed. The man who persuaded Regina that he was about to exercise the unmistakable malevolent energy taking over my life and our business, proceeded to deliberately conjure two, grey skinned, red eyed creatures as he dictated the ancient, foreign words from the paper.

The gargoyle like beings rose from our wooden floorboards and stood outside the circle. And let me tell you something, they were angry and annoyed and so was I.

They rapidly circled our 'protective' barrier we made. In the blink of an eye, one of the beings stood outside the building and peered through the window directly at me, eyes ablaze with fire and rage. A split second later, it was standing right next to me once more.

Luckily for me, I understood exactly what was happening but I also understood the beings. Honestly I don't know why or how. I’d like to think that I am not fluent in the language of demons but I know enough assholes in our dimension so maybe it translates.

One of them impressed upon me very clearly that Dick, the person who claimed to be there to get rid of the negative energy and entities actually summoned them to "test" my ability and sight but to also validate his own "thirst for power."

After this transfer of knowledge they vanished.

"They went into the basement." I said to Regina.

"What? How do you know?" Dick asked. T H I S F U C K I N G G U Y. "What did they mean YOU brought them here?" I demanded.

"Wait! You can hear them?" Dick was in shock. His deep voice cracked all pubescent like. Regina sobbed.

Pipes banged in the basement.

I was enraged. "We need to get them the hell out of here."

Next was the most remarkable, yet scientifically unexplainable event and the most supernatural moment beyond crossing over ghosts I'd been a part of.

In the pitch black of our Race Street basement, a light erupted four to six feet away from where we stood, as if the entire building had been lifted and the blue light of the full moon beamed in from the windows and illuminated the two demons that were standing next to each other, skulking.

"I'm so fucking bored of you people." One grumbled.

"What does it mean - he's bored?" I growled at Dick who chuckled. “What else are they saying to you? I can't believe they are communicating with you!"

His boyish excitement angered me further. I knew what I had to do next to end this ungodly charade.

I got down to business and did on my own what this man said he originally came to do.

I took a deep breath and summoned the white, loving light of the universe, an energy, which was, and is the complete opposite of what was standing before me. I called upon Michael The Archangel and consciousness of Jesus Christ to vanquish the radical out of bounds creatures. In a short moment the, red eyes were gone and so was the pale blue light. Sparks flew. Regina and the man in black jumped. Dick walked over to the basement windows and said the business partner we recently cut ties with left something there to spy on and disrupt our work energy. He picked up a sea shell and handed it to a still stunned and blubbering Regina. After he left, and Regina thanked him and told him she would be in touch. Things with Regina and I would never, ever be the same. We would part ways not long after and not peacefully.

Since that insane incident, my guides lifted me out of bed to let me see Dick standing outside, in front of my house on several occasions. He continued to try to get my attention over the years, stopped me on the street with my then five year old and said things she should not have heard and later on asked to play guitar on the porch of my antique shop to which I would not permit. Dick wouldn't be the only one over the years to test my mettle.

There are local witches who brag about casting hexes on me, claimed to have given me Covid to "kill me" and a whole host of other insanely, unhinged shit.

I've had to really step up my self awareness and protection over the years

which is why I'm excited to teach a workshop about the exact rituals and practices

July 28th.

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