Sister of Darkness

by R. H. Stavis

  There are times in our lives that are mapped out energetically, and we’ll never fully understand how or why they are. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know why Peter was feeling vulnerable. He didn’t have to tell me. All that mattered was that he was in the midst of a preordained awakening—and so was I.

  “Did you think about that ghost when you came here?”

  He paused and considered my question for a minute. “No, I haven’t thought about that in years. But now that I am, it feels like an old friend. Honestly, I feel better now.”

  I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but I had no choice.

  “Look,” I said, “that friendly little ghost is still with you, but he’s not protecting you. He’s feeding off of you. He’s a parasite and you’re his host.”

  Before Peter’s Reiki session, I’d never made this connection. I hadn’t realized what entities were doing to the people they’d attached to. I suppose I’d been too frightened of what I was seeing to really study them. But when I watched the entity pulsating inside my boyfriend’s stomach, watching something flow from his body into this strange gray blob, it all clicked into place. Entities gorge on the energy of humans.

  Peter became as pale as his little ghost friend.

  “What the hell am I supposed to do?” he shouted. “I want this damn thing out of me!”

  Peter was desperate. Here was a man I cared for, and he was being plagued. Only I knew what was attacking him, sucking his energy away like a feasting vampire. For the first time in my life, I realized what I needed to do next. I wasn’t going to pretend the entity wasn’t there or try to will it away. My sweet boyfriend was possessed by a demon, and I had to cast it out of his body.

  I just had no idea how.

  When I perform exorcisms now, I work in my Spirit Room, with burning candles and herb blends that I choose specifically for the situation, crystals placed strategically in every corner, and visual and tactile aids of all sorts that put my clients at ease. They include pillows, soft blankets, and candles, as well as religious artwork from many different kinds of religions. All of this combines to make it simpler for me to remove the entities from their bodies. But it took me years of trial and error to find just the right setting, tools, and atmosphere to do my work. My first exorcism was nothing like what I do today. Then, the only thing I knew for sure was that I had to remove the entity from Pete’s body, and that I had the power to do so.

  I suppose I’d had the intuition and strength to remove entities for years. But, again, I’d been reluctant to step into who I was. I’d been trying to rationalize my “gift” away for so many years, trying to blend in instead of standing out. If I actually performed an exorcism, I was officially declaring that I wouldn’t try to disappear anymore. It was a huge step, and I was going to take it.

  My first issue was where to perform the exorcism. I decided I needed as much room to work as possible, with lots of light, so I made up my mind I’d stay outside while Pete lay down in a small room inside. He could rest comfortably while I tried to do this thing I’d never done before. The fact that I believed—for my very first exorcism—that I would be successful while far away from a client, where I couldn’t sense their energy or see the entity in their body, is ridiculous to me now. Today, I know that the best way to help someone is to be right there beside them, using all my power and strength to fight what’s attached to them.

  But that afternoon, while Peter lay on his back and I bumbled around in our backyard, I closed my eyes and asked Spirit to send me support.

  And sure enough, as soon as I opened my eyes, I felt the presence of my aids, whom I’ll discuss in detail later. They included Hecate (a Greek goddess), the Archangel Michael, and a Spirit Guide.

  Then, I closed my eyes again and pictured the entity inside Peter leaving his body. I summoned all of my mental and spiritual strength and, with the Higher Beings surrounding me, willed the entity to stop feeding off him and leave. Over and over in my head, I said, Leave. Go back where you came from. Or die. Sweat started to pour down my face, but I kept my focus, repeating my words and staying connected to the Higher Beings at the same time. About an hour later, I suddenly started to relax. The tension left my shoulders, and I began to feel a shift in the energy around me. I visualized my boyfriend’s body lying on the bed inside the house, and, in my mind, he looked different. The blackness that had been inside him was now gone.

  I walked inside and approached Peter, still flat on his back.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Different,” he said. “Lighter.”

  “What was it like?” I was desperate to know what he’d experienced as I worked outside.

  “I felt sick most of the time, like I was going to throw up. But I didn’t.” He paused, sat up, and looked me straight in the eyes. “I could feel the energy around me shifting. The whole atmosphere in the room changed.”

  That night, Peter and I went to bed early, and he slept like a rock. When he woke the next morning, he told me he’d dreamed that a woman came through our bedroom window, put her hands on his stomach, and removed something.

  “What did she look like?” I asked.

  “She was a small cloaked figure,” he said. “She was tiny and dressed entirely in black.”

  Of course, I thought as I nodded my head. It was Hecate. I’d called her in the day before, recognizing her through her very specific energetic vibration. Peter’s description matched her perfectly.

  Even better, Peter told me that afternoon that for the first time in his adult life he’d started the day without a single negative thought in his head. He felt completely optimistic and grateful to be alive.

  Unfortunately, I didn’t. Even though I’d helped free someone I deeply cared for of all the negative forces that had been weighing him down for as long as he could remember, I felt heavy and clouded. Sure, I’d finally interacted with the entities and made one person’s life better, but I was as burdened as I’d ever been. I knew I’d turned a corner and couldn’t ignore my gift anymore—but what was I going to do with it?

  It wouldn’t take me long to find out.

  When I first moved to Los Angeles, I had crossed paths with a man named Durek. Durek is now a world-renowned, third-generation shaman who travels the world healing people, but when I met him, he was spending most of his time in Los Angeles.

  Now, you’re likely thinking, But I thought you were skeptical of all that woo-woo stuff? Let me clarify. Even though I’ve never been drawn to modern energy work like Reiki, I’ve always been motivated by spirituality. I talk to Spirit all the time, after all. The difference between what I do and practices like Reiki is pronounced to me; while energy work is something that’s evolved only recently, spiritual practices like shamanism are ancient. They’re more in line with what I do.

  I liked to spend time with Durek, so one night, I had him over for dinner. We were talking about the idea of past lives, exploring whether or not we felt we’d had them (we’re both sure we have). I was just the tiniest bit tipsy, not even close to being drunk, when suddenly, my sights opened up. Light blasted in, and I felt like I’d just gotten twenty-twenty vision after being half-blind for years. What is going on? I thought as Durek kept talking, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I felt like a Technicolor bomb had just exploded in front of me.

  Then the floodgates of my mind opened up.

  Out of nowhere, entities swarmed toward me and crowded around me. Remember that scene in The Birds, when Tippi Hedren and Rod Taylor tear down a rural road, swarmed by thousands of crows? That’s how I felt at my dinner table, only worse. Entities were everywhere, in all sizes and all colors, banging on my limbs, whispering in my ears, pushing into my chest, and reaching their tentacles toward my eyeballs. Some swirled around my head, around and around and around till I was dizzy and had to look away. One crawled out of the refrigerator, hissed at me, and then shut the door behind it as it zipped into the air.

  I was too paralyzed to say anything to D
urek. I silently begged the entities to go away, but I couldn’t stop them from coming in.

  The next three days were pure hell. Everywhere I turned, there were entities. I saw thousands of what I now call Clives, the smallest of the entities, who always come in shades of gray or green and always have recognizable facial features even if their bodies are often blobs. I watched the entity I call the Sandman casting a spiderweb across entire neighborhoods. I saw harmless entities like the Furby, who has giant eyes and a cotton-candy body. Many of these entities were either floating through the air or attempting to push inside me, but they were also attached to people. I saw homeless men screaming obscenities, a sure sign that they’d been possessed, and a businessman walking by with his shoulders slumped, as if plagued by deep depression. When I looked closer, I could see instead that it was an entity, its formless body sitting on his shoulders, with tubes reaching into his core.

  My world was turned on its head. I’d be walking down Hollywood Boulevard, bustling with tourists taking photos and restaurants spilling patrons onto the street, when suddenly the blue sky above me would turn into a swarming mass of hideous creatures only I could see. Again and again I tried to will them away, but nothing happened. For three straight days, I was helpless.

  My boyfriend was incredibly supportive, but he didn’t have any answers. Being alone didn’t help, either. I soon realized I needed to be honest with myself. I needed to be candid, to become me. No more hiding from who I was. No more silence.

  For the first time in my life, I really, truly opened up about who and what I was.

  “I think I’m losing my mind,” I said to a friend. “There are these hideous things floating around, and of course I’ve seen them before, actually, I’ve known about them my whole life, but now I can’t ignore them. I can’t block them from my sight and make them go away!”

  My friends almost all work in creative fields, so they’re fairly liberal, open-minded types who aren’t taken aback by crazy stories. Sure, I could have been telling them the plot of my next horror novel, but I was so earnest that I’m fairly certain they all believed me. At the very least, they were sympathetic.

  But there was absolutely nothing any of them could do to help change my circumstances. I reached out to Durek, finally able to be honest with him, but just like everyone else, he couldn’t take my gift away. All he or anyone else said was: “It’s time for you to use it.”

  After three days of not being able to accept their advice, I was so exhausted that I poured myself a huge glass of bourbon and decided to have a heart-to-heart with Spirit.

  “Okay, listen,” I said firmly. “I know I’m always asking you for help, but this time it’s different. I really need you to tell me what’s going on. I promise you, I want to figure out how to move forward, and what to do with my ability. No more running away.”

  As it always does, Spirit responded almost immediately. In a voice just above a whisper, I heard: You’re either going to lose your mind completely in a matter of days, or use your skill to help many people.

  Obviously, checking yourself into an insane asylum isn’t an appealing choice, so I chose the latter. And my life has never been the same.

  CHAPTER 3

  Making Sense of Entities

  Los Angeles is a town where people are open to just about anything: hot yoga, healing crystals, cryogenic chamber therapy . . . the list goes on. So, when I started telling friends that I’d be performing exorcisms in my spare time, no one was fazed. In fact, a lot of them begged to be first in line. I decided right away that if Spirit had told me that helping people was my life’s calling, I shouldn’t charge any fees. That way, no one felt they had anything to lose.

  Except, of course, their entities.

  I was flying blind at first. The only experience I had to go on was the clumsy exorcism I’d performed on my boyfriend—which, in the end, had worked well—so I figured I’d go from there. Something about doing an exorcism in a different room hadn’t felt right, though, so I decided to set up shop in a special place that was 100 percent devoted to my new spiritual work. I also realized that I needed to make my Spirit Room so special and specific to my intention that people would have to come to me—unless traveling was a massive, life-or-death issue.

  I did my first “real” exorcism when I was thirty-one, and I’m thirty-eight now. For almost six years, until NPR aired a story about me, I only advertised through word of mouth, but, trust me, it was all the PR I needed because right away people began talking. When I first started up, I averaged one to two exorcisms a week. As the years passed, I worked up to one to two a day. Now, I have a waiting list. The majority—probably 60 percent or more—of my clients are people you would recognize. They aren’t necessarily celebrities—some are high-profile managers, agents, or studio heads, whose names you see in Variety—but others are household names: famous politicians, actors, or musicians. I won’t name those folks in this book, unless they’ve given me permission. Having an entity—and then wanting to do something about it—is a deeply personal thing, and my number one goal besides helping my clients is protecting their privacy.

  The process I follow and the little things I do during exorcisms have evolved over time, but through each and every one—and I’ve done thousands at this point—I’ve honed my skills. I can now remove most entities within thirty minutes to an hour, in fact. I’ll go into the nitty-gritty of what happens during an exorcism and provide a few testimonials from clients who have become friends, but all you need to know now is that you can believe what you read in this book. Why? Because I speak the truth about what I’ve seen and what I do. I also know that I am good at my job. Never, not once, have I been unsuccessful in removing an entity from a client. I have the battle scars to prove it.

  Entities vs. Demons

  Before we go any further, you need to know exactly what entities are and why they target humans. Every single one of you reading this has had an entity—and most likely has one attached to you right now—and I bet you’d like to change that immediately. But if you don’t understand what you’re dealing with, it’s hard to do something about it.

  The common—and daresay crude—name for an entity is a demon. Sometimes I call them that because it’s easier for people not in the know to understand, but the terms aren’t truly interchangeable. “Demon” is malevolent, conjuring up something religious in nature and connected to Satan. It brings to mind a Hollywood-style ghoul that makes your head spin and green bile spew from your mouth. It probably has horns, red, glowing eyes, and sharp, exposed fangs. In most people’s minds, demons come from the Christian version of hell, are out to destroy you, and can only be exorcised by a Catholic priest.

  These kinds of demons might actually exist, for all I know. I don’t claim to see every kind of otherworldly creature that floats around the Earth. The entities, as I call them, are a bit more nebulous than demons but no less sinister. They’re spiritual forces that inhabit you, feeding off your very being. They thrive on your energy, and their goal is to continue doing so as long as possible.

  I use the word “attachment” when I talk about how entities interact with their hosts more often than the word “possession” simply because “possession” is a loaded word. People’s perception of the term is based on what they see in movies, when a “possessed” individual’s personality changes completely. An entity’s effect isn’t always that all-encompassing, so I don’t want to give that impression. Having an entity won’t necessarily make you a different person.

  That said, no attachment is good, and some people walk around for decades—or their entire lives—with the same entity (or entities) attached to them and hurting them. The damage may happen because the entity is particularly powerful, or it may occur because its host has such low frequency.

  Frequency: It’s Not a Channel on Your Radio

  What do I mean by “frequency”? In this context, frequency is your energy signature. In simpler terms, it’s how you’re buzzing. When you wa
lk into a room, meet someone, and like them immediately because they radiate something positive out of every pore, these people are either masters of disguise, or they’re exhibiting high-frequency energy. Frequency is the mirror of your emotions; if you’re feeling depressed, angry, shamed, or emotionally heavy in any respect, you have a low frequency. If you have a high frequency, you’re likely happy and at peace, with a feeling of lightness. You are having a good day.

  Most entities are attracted to and are looking for specific frequencies that match their own. Some are drawn to sadness or depression, some to fear or anxiety, some to anger, and others to many different low-resonating emotional energies. Other than the fact that it’s just nice to feel good (except if you’re a deeply twisted individual), keeping your frequency high helps keep entities at bay.

  Everyone runs on low frequency sometimes, and that means that every single person on this planet will attract an entity during their lives. I can typically sense who is and who isn’t high frequency just by looking at them. Sure, sometimes it’s obvious to me because they’re covered with entities, and I can see the source of attachment, which may be a dark shadow or cloud hovering over them. But having a small number of entities doesn’t necessarily indicate that a person is always low frequency. It just means they once vibrated at a low level, may have had a trauma and attracted an entity or two, and now need to get rid of them. When I see someone walking around town with no entities, I look at them and think, That person’s pretty good right now. They’re in a good space. But that doesn’t mean they’re always that way.

  Identifying someone as baseline high or low frequency (meaning the energy that they vibrate at the majority of the time, when things in their lives are neutral) is a little more difficult, but it’s by no means impossible. I just have to spend a little time with them, or maybe more than a little, and get a sense of their energy signature. Detecting someone’s energy level doesn’t require gifts like mine, but I’m a little more intuitive than the average person. I can see a person’s core very quickly, spotting the trauma, downloading the information about why it occurred, and visualizing their current energy all at once. Sometimes this takes seconds for me, and I can see it before a client even tells me their name.