Sister of Darkness

by R. H. Stavis

  That’s how I’ve come to feel about the lost friendships and broken relationships in my life. I’m not bitter; in fact, quite the opposite. I’m happy they happened, and that they ended, because I knew that we had reached the point where we’d completed whatever spiritual commitment we had made to each other. I can view the massive change that comes with the conclusion of a relationship as an opportunity; the other person gets the chance to do what brings them joy, and I can do the same. That’s an incredibly positive situation, in my humble opinion, and it’s coming right from Source.

  I hope this doesn’t make you think of me as someone incapable of human emotion. I know it’s tough to be alive—and even tougher to avoid making decisions based on suffering and fear—because I take in my clients’ pain when I exorcise them. I’m just now a little more bulletproof because I’ve experienced a lot, given what I do. I’ve had thousands of clients, most of whom are at their lowest and most vulnerable when they come to me, and I’ve relived their sexual abuse, suicide attempts, eating disorders, addictions, and more. Each and every single day I go to Source for the strength to help them. Having my senses tuned in to Spirit so closely, so often, has made it natural for me to rely on this communication in all parts of my life. Just as a mother still feels like Mom when she’s not with her children, I’m someone who’s in touch with Spirit even when I’m not actively talking to it.

  I’m constantly upgrading my life, or, at least, that’s how I choose to look at things. So much changes for me in the physical and the spiritual world all the time, so I know I need to be prepared for whatever might be coming next. I’ve got no other choice, really. To raise your frequency, fight off entities, and remain connected to Source, you have no other choice, either.

  I’ve shed a million tears over lost or broken relationships, but I also enjoy being alone. Just the other morning I put the most awesome new sheets on my bed, cleaned my entire house, and replaced all my old, ratty bathroom towels with brand-new, fluffy ones. Then I started a fire in the fireplace, wrapped myself in a blanket, and watched horror movies on Netflix. It was just me, my dogs and cats, and no one to talk to me or ask anything of me. While I love my work, I’m Buffy 24/7, and feeling the weight of everyone’s problems so deeply can be exhausting. Sometimes, you just need to channel that episode of Buffy when she leaves her hometown, becomes a diner waitress, and goes by her middle name, Anne. I always imagined her thinking, No one knows me here; I’m just a hot chick in a polyester uniform.

  Sitting alone in my house, that’s how I felt—minus the uniform. And, God, it was heaven.

  I call where I now exist a high-minded place. It reminds me of standing tall on a mountain that you’ve spent days climbing, sweating, and straining the whole way. The view of the world below, so big and expansive, makes the ascent worthwhile. My perspective now is all-encompassing and beyond ego. I work from a 5-D consciousness that’s been forged out of years of hard work and painful spiritual growth.

  And, getting to the top of that mountain is something anyone can do. You don’t have to become an exorcist, healer, or shaman. All of my clients leave my Spirit Room 1,000 times more high frequency than they were before, which gives them a launching point into high-mindedness. Becoming high-minded doesn’t have to come from some radical life shift, or after enduring the pain of being plagued by entities. All you need to do is accept a new process of learning that allows you to adjust your attitudes and perspective.

  Pretend you live in a house that you love. One day, while you’re on vacation, lightning strikes your beautiful home and burns it down. You have two options in your response to such an event. You can feel devastated, lower than you’ve ever been in your life, berating the universe for conspiring against you. Or, you can choose to be high-minded in this situation, embracing the idea that the house was just not meant for you anymore. Spirit may even have been giving you clues about this, too. Maybe someone had recently fallen down your rickety front steps and gotten hurt. That was Source whispering in your ear, saying “This house isn’t right for you anymore.” Unfortunately, when you ignore that voice, Spirit will speak a little louder, perhaps giving you mold or making the plumbing go haywire. If you still don’t pay attention, Spirit will finally give up and call forth a lightning bolt or something similarly devastating.

  What you have to realize is that the disaster is not the problem; there was some underlying spiritual issue that made your home unsuitable. You just had to be told, somehow.

  But what if you can’t leave your house for financial reasons? Or because you live with your mother, who’s so old she’d start declining if you moved her? Spirit doesn’t care about these “logical” reasons. It doesn’t want you to veer off your spiritual path, so it will be patient with you as long as you open yourself up. No matter what you believe your limitations are, you just have to listen to it, and you’ll get the answer eventually. Spirit is in a constant state of expansion, and it wants to break the patterns that keep you confined in a negative state.

  I’ll give you a real-life example. Years ago, I had a client who’d had a truly terrible childhood. He’d been physically and sexually abused, and his mother was a drug addict, so she’d neglected him. He’d had to become the parent at home. He’d grown into a scarred adult who suffered from low self-esteem, so he was shy, lonely, and unable to speak to people. He was desperate to find love to make up for the insufficiencies he felt inside himself.

  At the time, pickup artists were all the rage. “Mystery” was a household name, and Neil Strauss’s The Game, which uncovered the culture of men who use unorthodox and manipulative methods to attract and seduce women, was an international bestseller. Now, I don’t think all pickup artists are immoral, but my client had chosen to follow one who was. This guru’s methods to get women into bed were disgusting, frankly, and he believed that putting women down was a great way to keep a girlfriend from leaving. My client fell for it hook, line, and sinker, started subtly insulting every woman he met at a bar or took on a date, and began to feel even worse. His now-lower self-esteem trapped him in a job he hated and kept him following this guru and looking for quick ego strokes in empty one-night stands, and he soon felt stuck in all aspects of his life.

  He also suffered from volatile mood swings and a general feeling of a “dark cloud” over him, and he had a terrible time finishing projects he’d started. He also frequently experienced sleep paralysis and night terrors, which was affecting his ability to work.

  Luckily, he had a friend who knew him (and me) well and suspected he might have an entity. He thought he’d benefit from seeing me, so he gave him my number. My client was initially hesitant, but then he called me up.

  “I’ve been working with someone who’s made me feel like I’m not myself,” he said. “What he’s teaching me is turning me into someone else. All I want in life is to find the right woman, and I want to do it with integrity.”

  “I can help you,” I responded.

  A few days later, he came in for an exorcism. When I saw him, it was clear there was something very wrong with him. He was gaunt and sunken. He hunched over the whole time I was speaking to him, and he looked exhausted, like he’d been sleeping badly for months. Misery was written all over his face, and he never laughed or smiled.

  When I began his exorcism, Spirit sent me visual downloads about his childhood. Clear as day, I saw his mom lying on the couch, passed out because she was so high. I observed the man who’d touched him when he was just a boy. Then, as I burned blends and called in a few Higher Beings, I started to pull a Wraith from him—dark, shadowy, and connected to my client by a long, energetic cord. The bond between this entity and my client was especially strong, so I turned toward the area where I store my equipment and grabbed a long, ornate sword. Holding it in both of my hands, I waved it over my client’s core, careful not to get too close to his skin. He gasped, and beads of sweat ballooned all over his face. I spotted the site of the etheric cord, and I cut it with the blade. Immediately m
y client exhaled heavily. He convulsed, first in his arms, then down his legs to his feet. I stood back, letting silence wash over the room as the Wraith dissipated. It had only been a half hour, yet the process was complete.

  “How are you feeling?” I asked him after he sat up and pulled himself together.

  “So different,” he said. “Suddenly, I can see things clearly. None of my problems are about me. They don’t control me; I’m the one who decides how to live my life.”

  The next day, he quit his job, and a month or so later, moved out of state. I talked to him recently, and he’s found his dream job and is dating a woman who supports him, and whom he doesn’t have to insult to keep interested. Imagine that!

  Like so many others, his exorcism removed the blocks that prevented him from connecting with Source. In fact, his new, clear perspective was the very model of how to be high-minded.

  Dealing with Others in a High-Minded Way

  Don’t expect that being high-minded and in touch with Spirit is going to make you the most popular person in the room, though. In fact, I know from personal experience that your newfound high frequency may be absolutely repellent to some.

  Because I’m so hyperaware of what Spirit has to offer, I’m always buzzing with a very particular kind of high-frequency energy. Being high frequency manifests itself differently for each person, but it makes me exceedingly positive and optimistic—even when my circumstances are shitty. I’m direct and matter-of-fact, and I don’t back down from things, which is a good quality for an exorcist to have, if you ask me! I’m also supersassy. Follow me on Instagram and you’ll see.

  People are like magnets, and they’re drawn to each other based on the responses of their energy signatures. This explains why there are people in the world that you can’t get enough of, while there are others whom you’d be happy to avoid for all time. If you appreciate someone’s vibe, you tend to like them. If you’re repelled by it, you probably won’t be going on vacation with them.

  Unfortunately, my energy tends to make some people a little insane. Sure, I have lots of friends and an overabundance of love and compassion for pretty much every human and animal I meet, but not everyone feels the same way about me. That’s because these people are low frequency, and they don’t travel on the wavelength I do. They haven’t done the work to get there, and they subconsciously resent that I have. High frequency works like a mirror for those who are still low, creating jealousy, anger, and possessiveness, because they actually crave that light, but they’re not ready to walk the path of it. They’re not prepared to face their own pain, and they’re upset at you for consistently showing them what they’re missing.

  That came up recently for me on a night out.

  Every now and then, I go to this restaurant on Sunset Boulevard called the Rainbow Bar and Grill, which is right near Whiskey a Go Go. The Rainbow’s been around since the early seventies, and it’s the legendary hangout for rockers and groupies. Keith Moon, Alice Cooper, and John Lennon were all regulars during the seventies, and in the eighties it became the hair metal epicenter, filled with the members of Mötley Crüe, Guns N’ Roses, Poison, and all the cocaine and hair spray you could imagine. It still attracts musicians and actors, and there’s a club upstairs that books great acts.

  It’s not the eighties, and I’m not into blow, but I like going to the Rainbow. The food is good and the vibe is fun. Once, I was there with a group of people, and a fairly well-known actor, who was friends with one of my friends, sat down at our table. I’ll call him Mr. Asshole. He was boisterous, loud, and high as a kite, and he kept making jokes that irritated the crap out of me. I could sense something dark about Mr. Asshole—something more off than just the drugs he was on—and I thought to myself, Oh, man. This guy needs an exorcism really fucking badly.

  Of course, I didn’t express my concern out loud. In fact, I tried to warm up to him, which wasn’t easy since he was so annoying.

  “Hey,” I said to him as I reached my hand across the table and touched his arm. “I want to ask you something.”

  Now, this question had absolutely nothing to do with his dark energy or the fact that I could see entities swarming around him. I just wanted to ask him about a movie he had been in, something I’d actually liked, even though I didn’t much like him. But Mr. Asshole looked at me with daggers in his eyes, stood up, and pushed his chair back so hard that it fell and slammed against the ground.

  “Don’t touch me,” he said. “Don’t you fucking touch me.”

  The whole table went silent, with me the quietest of them all. Then I muttered a half-hearted apology, even though, being high-minded, I knew I had nothing to be sorry about. My energy was clearly toxic to him, and Source had set off the spiritual equivalent of a smoke bomb between us.

  I’ve had the same issue with people I work with, guys I go out on dates with, and family members of really close friends. I never actually do anything to them, but they’re repelled by me from the moment they encounter me. Even people I’ve never met seem to hate me. I’ve gotten death threats online, been called “An Evil Devil Worshipper” via email, and been told more times than I can imagine—by total strangers, especially after the NPR piece that ran about me—that I’m a con artist. Social media can be a terrible cesspool, especially when people think you’re in league with Satan. Sure, you could attribute this to simple trolling, or to some people’s conservative belief systems, but I think it has more to do with my energy signature. Even though a person online may not have met me, they’re so low frequency that they only see others through their perspective. It’s easy to say, “Well, everyone sees others through their own lens,” but I think those who are more self-aware and conscious are able to remove themselves from that equation and understand another person as they truly are.

  I have a great group of female friends, but sometimes my relationships with women are tough as well. These friendships can run hot and cold, for reasons I cannot explain. I might have a friend with whom I become very close, very fast. In a matter of weeks, or months, she will decide she hates me. Sometimes she’ll lash out at me, accuse me of doing something I didn’t, or just disappear and never return my texts or calls.

  It’s never easy when this happens. I may have abilities beyond the average human being, but I’m still a person with emotions. But being high-minded means accepting things and moving on, so I tell myself: I’m going to give myself one day of grief, and keep going. I can’t help who I am. Then I’ll take a walk, remember that there’s more to life than spiritually doomed friendships and pretty—but weird—guys, and pull myself together. Life and Spirit move on.

  The Most High-Minded Creatures of All

  As I’ve said, we are all born 100 percent in touch with Source. It’s our creator, our nurturer, and the gift that keeps giving—but only if you decide to look to it for answers.

  Babies and young children know this intrinsically because they’re so much closer than adults to the point at which they came into the world, unsullied. If they’re lucky, they haven’t faced the sort of traumas that disrupt a person’s connection to Spirit, so they see the universe through spiritually colored glasses. They expect the best of people, talking freely to strangers on the street and making friends with any new child they meet on the playground or in preschool.

  Their connections aren’t all emotional, either. Many kids younger than three see spirits, have imaginary friends, or talk about their past lives quite openly. They might describe in detail what their new friends or old memories look like, how they make them feel, or what their names are. I saw spirits when I was a child, so I believe intrinsically that none of those things and beings are figments of a young imagination. If you think about it, why would a child make these up? To impress you? How would they know to do so? Kids this young aren’t even aware of the difference between make-believe and reality. Instead, they’re deeply connected to Source, because no person or traumatic experience has told them not to be.

  Unfortunately,
too many adults strip Spirit away from children. A young girl might say to her mother, “I see someone living in the mirror on my wall,” and be told to stop making up stories. When the adult does this, she crushes Spirit, teaching her daughter to be a skeptical—even pessimistic—person who’s driven only by her intellect. She disconnects her from what’s most pure in the world. Then as the little girl grows up, she may begin to feel negative emotions, and in her teens she might experiment with sex, drugs, or anything that gives her the sensation of reconnecting to Spirit. When those things don’t undo her negative feelings, she might become hostile, angry, or fearful.

  Of course, that’s when entities descend and try to attach.

  This is why I drop everything if I get a call about a child who needs an exorcism. Kids are innocent, and they deserve to exist on the high-minded place from which they originated.

  Animals aren’t so different, and I understand their connection to Source because I’ve witnessed it with my own two eyes.

  I live with many animals. My oldest dog is fifteen, and my oldest cat is about the same, and I love them and their five housemates more than almost anything in the world. I’m an absolute sucker for pets, so if someone I know announces that a friend of a friend found an abandoned dog on the side of the road, I’ll probably take it in that night.