From the supernatural case files of Rev. Darrin W. Owens
Many years ago I worked for a large, retail bookstore. One night after work, I decided to spend some time with friends while enjoying coffee lattes. We were seated out on the storefront patio. As we sipped our coffee, we all agreed that a hot drink was a bad idea. It was a humid summer night, and the air seemed thick with perspiration. At this point, I had remained fairly quiet about my psychic life, continuing to study on my own. I had given a few readings here and there. Not popularized yet, I was still a rookie psychic, or so I thought. As we chatted, my attention was broken when I noticed a tall young man with blazing red bushy hair, dressed in black, walking into the front of the bookstore. I noticed him because he seemed determined about something, and I felt a strange twist in my stomach. I knew that the strange energy emanated from him. When I turned my attention back to my group, I noticed that they had embarked on a political conversation. I opted out of the discussion and closed my eyes while sipping slowly from my latte. My eyes had been closed for just a few seconds when I felt an immense amount of heat and heaviness next to me. This time, I knew that it was not the humidity. I looked up and was startled to see that the red-haired young man whom I had seen earlier was now standing right next to me.
I spit my latte all over myself with a gasp. I looked over at my friends, but they were oblivious to anything else as they continued their discussion regarding the merits of Republicans versus the Democrats. I looked up again and saw that this young man was almost in tears. He gazed down at me with hopeless, dark brown—almost black—eyes. “Can I help you?” I said. “Yes,” he answered sternly. “They say you can help me.” He looked like he was frozen in his tracks and unable to move. I got up. “Oh, okay, do you need help with finding a book? I’m off the clock, but I will help you find something.” “No,” he exclaimed, “they said you can help me!” His voice rose to a deep, guttural kind of sound. Oh, great, I thought. They? I looked over and noticed that my friends were still in their own little world and paying no attention to the two of us. I had a feeling that this request was not about locating a book and that it was about to become very interesting. I led him over to an empty corner of the patio. He could barely walk and became sweaty and shaky. “Help me, please!” He whispered. “Okay,” I said. I began receiving psychic impressions from him. I saw massive amounts of darkness and negative thought-forms covering him completely. His energy looked like that of a plague victim. I knew he had opened himself up to it and was playing around with black magic. He had opened a window and a “big bad entity” had entered. I saw cuts and teeth marks on his wrist. “You’re into vampirism,” I stated. He looked up and held out his arms. “Yes,” he said.
I saw images of him as he was initiated into a satanic vampire cult. He truly did not realize what he had summoned. But, he wanted power, and this kind of energy was his way to get it. A demonic vampire entity was invoked, plus some other elements that I don’t want to describe here. The images flooded through my mind like a movie. I could see that his life had been a rough one. Being abandoned by his father and having had a drug-addicted mother had been challenging. His life review showed me the many reasons why this soul had stepped off the path. I was snapped back into the present moment as the young man’s voice commanded my attention again. “The voices said you can help me. I want out. I want to be free.” His voice was shaky; he could barely utter the words. Whatever energy he had invoked did not want to let him go. Because of his desire to change and his prayer for help, divine guidance pierced the darkness and delivered him to my doorstep—surprise, surprise. Oh, my God, I thought. I have never encountered anything like this situation before. Even now, no one was looking our way. It seemed as though we were in an invisible bubble. At this point, my whole body was vibrating, and I jumped into “slayer,” mode, I guess. I looked him in the eye: “Will you open yourself for a prayer of release and purification?” “Yes,” he said. “Are you willing to let this energy go?” I asked. “Yes,” he said, but I could see that it was getting harder for him to speak. Mercy, what if he starts spitting out pea soup, I thought with apprehension.
I laid my hand on his forehead; the Catholics do it this way, I thought. I began to invoke the Holy Spirit. “Come, Holy Spirit,” I proclaimed loudly. He fell to his knees. “Come, Holy Spirit and exorcise this demon in the name of Jesus Christ.” I then called for the protective guidance of the Archangel Michael to help banish this bad entity. I thought the kid was going into convulsions. I continued on and on with the invocations. He was still on his knees when he suddenly stopped shaking. I could feel the heaviness of his energy clear up and lighten. I was glad he did not scream, curse, or vomit. Overall, it was a somewhat uneventful deliverance, not like a Hollywood movie at all. Thank God! I helped him up. I looked at him, and said, “Will you play with fire again?” “No,” he said. “I’m sorry.” I knew he was apologizing to himself as well. His voice was stronger. He continued, “They were right: you did help me. Thank you.” “No problem. I’m just your friendly neighborhood vampire slayer,” I said with a nervous laugh. As he looked at me, I realized how beautiful and light his eyes were. They were a royal blue and almost iridescent. Amazing, I thought. I remembered that before the deliverance, they were dark brown, almost black. He turned around and walked into the night. I never saw him again. Now, all I was waiting for was for Linda Blair to approach me.
“What in the holy hell had just happened?” I said aloud. I walked over to the table where my friends’ conversation had changed to the subject of human rights and animal rights. “Hello!” I shouted. “Did you see what just happened?” “No,” one friend exclaimed. “We were wondering where you went?” “Went? I was just over there,” and I pointed to the corner of the patio where other people were now seated. “Didn’t you see the tall guy with bushy red hair?” Both friends looked at me with blank stares. “Darrin,” the other friend said, “you told us you were going to the bathroom. That was over a half hour ago. We were about to go find you.” “What?” I said—and then stopped. I realized what had happened. No one was meant to see what had just transpired. “Never mind,” I said, with a sigh, and sat down. They quickly went on with their discussion. I sipped on my cold latte. What a story, yes? I’m still flabbergasted every time I think back on it. My initiation into spiritual deliverance work proved to me that no matter how we let ourselves explore the dark side, there is always a pinpoint of light somewhere shining within us to guide us home. This story also points to the fact that we are affected by the energy and intention of the choices we make, good or bad. In the case of this young man, he had chosen to open the window to the demonic. He became overcome by their influence due to his willing participation. His experience was a dramatic example of how the dark side can affect us.
By choosing differently, this young man turned his life around to the acceptance of his true nature as a child of God in Christ. My spiritual deliverance work has shown me the negative results from the use of black magic and practices of satanic centered rituals. They never reap the benefits of true power, which is divine power. You reap only what you sow, and negative energy attracts negative energy. When you have not firmed up your spiritual foundation, it’s easy to search for power and acceptance from something outside of yourself. This young man finally discovered what he was truly made of, and I hope he continues to live with the divine privilege of authentic spiritual power.
© Darrin W. Owens