Sometimes, we must trust our instincts … or suffer the consequences. —Micky Sexton
Many claim to be practitioners of dark arts, witchcraft, Satan worship, all kinds of things. In my book, Amityville-My Sister’s Keeper: A Story of Death, Deception and the Occult, you will read many accounts and examples of the occult and the dark arts they practice. Especially those with true powers.
If, in their minds, you become a threat to them (whether real or perceived) they will use their dark powers as a weapon against you. The goal is to use you in some fashion, to gain an advantage of some kind. It is nearly always about gain. When it isn’t for material, emotional or psychological gain, then it may simply be revenge. The agenda may not always be apparent, but it is always there. Sadly, on some level, practitioners of the occult may cause fear or through the fear, harm.
Fear is their first weapon of choice. It gives them a doorway, an access to control. Even though my sister Kathy and her husband, George Lee Lutz, the Warlock, had been separated for quite a while, “Lee,” as we always called him, constantly made his darkness felt as a source of fear and torment in my sister’s home.
At the time this story begins, Lee and my sister, Kathy, had been separated for some time, pending a divorce. Lee was living in Las Vegas and Kathy’s home was in Scottsdale, Arizona. On this particular weekend, I was visiting my sister in her home in Arizona. I arrived early that morning and we passed the day catching up on each other’s lives. By midnight, I was ready to get some sleep and so was Kathy.
I had chosen to sleep on Kathy’s couch, in the living room. As I talk about in Amityville-My Sister’s Keeper, I have a keen sense of spiritual discernment. It is something I have had all of my life. I don’t understand why I have it, but I am very glad that I do. That sense of discernment has saved me many times.
That day, as Kathy and I talked and laughed, I kept feeling that something was happening in the background. Almost like background music playing somewhere off in the distance … you can’t quite make it out, and yet, you know it is there.
Watch for the next blog post to find out what happened.