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While
helping Tammi sever her ties with a black coven of witches, I
encounter a demonic force. Bast, goddess of the underworld,
appears and wages a battle to hold her victim. I am compelled
to aid a desperate soul seeking protection. The help she seeks
is not physical. The help is psychic, and it is dangerous.
Tammi
appeared in my office during the summer of 1981. Her demeanor
screamed of confusion and ill health. She confessed that she
had spent several years practicing black magic. Tammi enjoyed
the sense of power and control. Eventually, she realized that
she had become the emotional and spiritual captive of a local
coven. When she attempted to sever the communal ties, she
became the target of vicious attacks.
Following
three months of intense spiritual counseling, she began to feel
free. It was merely illusion. The real work was yet to begin.
The final confrontation was near.
That fateful
evening, I had presented a training session on communication
skills in Redding, California. I had a 100 mile drive ahead of
me. It was late, nearly midnight. I was tired and somewhat
preoccupied. My mind barely registered the mechanics of
driving.
Suddenly
chills slithered up my spine. Midnight sounds like wind howling
through a graveyard rang through my ears. The stench of
brimstone assailed my senses. It's amazing how ugly sulphur can
smell. The charged air spoke of something drastic waiting to
happen. Suddenly alert, my spiritual consciousness detaches
itself, leaving my empty body to pilot the car.
Behold the
vision! “She” appeared. She was the black side of Bast, the
beast of the underworld. The force of evil, the ancient demon
of Hell was there. She was ugly. She was powerful. She was
very angry.
Bast hovers
before the windshield, pacing the speed of my car. She has
burning red eyes, the color of hot coals in a smoldering
campfire. Her pointed ears and long nose accent a ghoulish
face. Her upper torso is that of a wicked crone. Her long
talons replace fingernails, dirty and bloody. Her lower torso
takes the shape of a long V that disappears into a curl of
smoke. An evil-looking red-black glow backlights her features,
adding to my feeling of disgust and revulsion. She is the
female counterpart of Satan. Gloriously evil!
Tammi's
image appears. Though her physical body sleeps in Yuba City,
her spirit body has been wrenched to the scene of the
confrontation by Bast's evil powers. Her soul is a helpless
captive of the battle.
Bast spits a
warning, "Leave her alone, Mortal. She is mine!"
A scream
splits the air. "Help me!" Tammi pleads for release. Her
screams of agony fill the night.
I issue a
warning, "You are no longer in control here. Tammi is free of
you and your followers. You cannot harm her. Begone!"
The wind
reaches gale proportions. It engulfs my car, obscuring my
body's vision of the road.
Dual
awareness continues to monitor my body's physical peril. With a
wave of my spirit-body hand, I prepare a swath of clear vision
and shielding to provide physical safety to my body as it
continues driving down the highway.
I gather the
force of the Tao, an ancient concept of love's total power
flowing through God's hands. I fashion a cloak of protection to
sheathe my being. I strengthen and affirm my ties with God. I
pray. I shield myself with His blinding light of truth and
love. The encounter begins.
Now the air
is still. A deceptive calm pervades.
The energies
on both sides build and build – and build! The thunder roars!
The forces of good and evil engage in a fight to the finish!
Energies
leap and thrust, tearing through the Heavens. Blazing fire
burns on both sides. The blue fire battles the dark flames of
the under-world. Demon fire burns. The sky is filled with red
fire, dark smoke and a pervasive Evil!
Bast is
consumed with rage. With a flick of her tail, the Demon engulfs
the sacrifice. With claws and teeth, she assails the living
flame of truth.
Her hatred
and evil are living beings! Fire red eyes burn bright. Putrid
breath spews forth. Anger and hatred blast away. Twisting and
turning in rage, the Demon fights on.
Bast strikes
out, attempting to dismember me. She encounters resistance in
the white light. I grasp her arms and hold her. She screams!
She thrusts. She twists away. The white light scorches her
skin. She endures searing pain. Her anger escalates.
My challenge
rings out, "The power of God is stronger than the power of
Hell's minions. You cannot win. Yield now."
Her reply
blasts through my mind. "Never! I am powerful. I am the
Goddess of the Underworld. I shall tear you apart!"
Extending my
hand, I detonate a burst of white light that reaches into the
very depth of her darkness. All of her secrets are revealed.
She stands naked in the light. Tammi is released, but not
free. Bast is shamed. She runs from the light, only to return
more enraged than before.
The battle
rages on for nearly an hour. The car drives forward, guided by
my empty body. My spirit-body wages the deadly battle. My
wager in this game is high. I risk my own spirit as well as
Tammi's.
The
temperature rises, searing my face. The smell of brimstone
still permeates the air and assaults my senses. Dark clouds
dance across the sky.
But wait!
The love force IS stronger than evil! The power of God stands
as a white pillar of strength amidst the foul stench of Hell. I
remain untouched, my protection is strong.
The dark
forces slowly weaken. Black clouds shade to grey. Grey clouds
disappear. Shrieks of anger and frustration pierce the air.
Bast is loosing her victim.
With one
last powerful lunge, Bast attempts to wrench Tammi from my iron
grip of protection. Claws slash. Teeth rip. The beast's tail
swishes through the air like a determined serpent. With all
this, she fails.
Defeated,
she pulls away. Glaring at me, she disappears.
The fire of
the Tao burns bright! God's force is triumphant!
Tammi and I
are released. The Demon is banished from the earth plane. That
is, until some other hapless human summons her! The danger of
releasing the powers of Hell upon the earth is ever present.
Any mortal who tempts evil by playing with black magic faces
this same threat. But for the moment, I rejoice in the
knowledge that Bast is banished.
Divine order
is restored. Tammi's soul returns to her sleeping body. I
return to my body. It did its work without my conscious
guidance. It kept on driving and kept me safe. It has now
reached Chico. I am grateful.
Feeling
mentally and physically exhausted, I pull off the highway for a
cup of coffee. I must rest and reflect to restore my energies.
The battle was good. Good, or God, won again. May it always be
so.
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