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For over fifty years now, Ed and Lorraine Warren have been considered America's preeminent experts on the subject of spirits and demonology. Even more important perhaps, is the fact that they have also been the very same people for the past fifty years whom religious authorities have repeatedly called in to control some of the most profane outbreaks of diabolical phenomena in the country. Cases where priests become possessed. Cases where people are physically attacked. Cases where unworldly entities manifest and then preside. Cases where time is violated and the physical environment is completely rearranged. Cases where spirits don't just haunt a house, they visibly tear it apart.
Ed and Lorraine Warren have dedicated their lives to this work, and in this book they share the wisdom they have gained during their extraordinary career in this field. The work they perform is remarkable. And you can be certain, after all this time, they know things that are completely astounding. The cases they divulge will shock you; yet it is the significance of what they say that will actually floor you. Moreover, the Warrens don't mince words. They know what they're talking about. They have seen it. They have done it. And in this book they reveal both the methods and the motives behind spirit activity; indeed they reveal what really breaks the peace in haunted houses, and precisely what it means to you. Both now and forever.
Ed Warren is a demonologist. Lorraine Warren is a trance medium. But you'd never know it if you met them on the street. They are not occultists. They are not strange. They are essentially ordinary people who happen to do highly extraordinary work. And though the Warrens have no ax to grind, their orientation is distinctly religious. For in reality, that is the only way it is possible to function in this work. Because that which they confront are not vaporous, indistinct phantoms that simply come and go in the night. The forces they confront are religious entities that - by their own admission - exist for the sheer purpose of opposing the works of God. These forces are formidable. They are eternal. And they exist today. In a world that scoffs at ghosts and laughs at the unusual, the Warrens deliver a contrary message. That message is this: The fairy tale is true. The devil exists. God exists. And for us, as people, our very destiny hinges upon which one we elect to follow.
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“People never learn anything by being told, they have to find out for themselves.”
― Paulo Coelho
Being a teenager is such a compelling time period in your life--it gives you some of your worst scars and some of your most exhilarating moments. No one truly knows what they will do in a certain situation until they are actually in it, but as a teenager, you don’t think that far ahead. The do’s and don’t’s. The consequences, the what if’s.
I firmly believe that there are no coincidences in life. That everything happens for a reason. Whether it’s paranormal in nature or not. The people that wander in and out of your life, the situations you find yourself in, the choices both good and bad that you make were all designed to bring you to that one moment. The moment that will change your life.
When I was 19, this happened to me. The moment that changed my life, my beliefs, myself as a person. Since I was old enough to remember, I always felt incomplete. Like I was a puzzle and a piece was missing, a part of myself that I wasn’t in tune with. Something or someone always watching from the periphery. Nothing bad necessarily, just always there.
A very scary experience occurred to my friends and me one evening in 1992. We had a get together at their home and decided to use a Ouija board. Now Ouija boards by any ghost hunter’s standards are strictly taboo for obvious reasons, i.e. they create easy access (doorways) for demons or entities to venture in and out of from other dimensions. But in 1992, the problems associated with Ouija boards wasn’t common knowledge. There were no Ghost Hunter shows on tv. Nothing with which to educate yourself unless you spent hours sitting in a library.
Nothing prepares you for something this unbelievable, this unexpected…and nothing can make you believe it really happened unless you were there. Saw and felt everything first hand. I don’t remember much from that evening once we started playing with the board. I remember my friends and I starting to move the planchette around the board, asking questions and so on. Most often, the spirits whom are contacted through the Ouija are those whom reside on "the lower astral plane". These spirits are often very confused and may have died a violent or sudden death; murder, suicide, or demonic etc. Therefore, many violent, negative and potentially dangerous conditions are present to those using the board as was the case for me.
What my friends and I allowed to enter was a foul horror. The planchette started moving erratically by itself, the flames on the candles we were using were growing tall. The room became extremely cold, and a strange odor of sandalwood permeated the room. Nothing “bam boom”. This might all seem rather dramatic after what started out as an innocent party game, but it most certainly can and does happen. People don’t know what they are doing when they dabble in the occult, even innocently. I could hear my friends calling my name but I was unable to answer. I was unable to move my body from the chair I was in. I was crying heavily but not making any noise as I was unable to move, only huge tears. During this time I was experiencing my own nightmare, but I was completely wide awake.
It all felt like a horrible dream. In my nightmare I was fighting for my life, only it wasn’t mine. There was a young girl there, a girl who looked just like me but in period clothing, mid to late 1800s. The man I was fighting with was tall, dark, built, same period clothing. But something about him looked off. His eyes were dark, his face just pure evil. His hands were on my throat and I couldn’t breathe. All the while the young girl stood there, off to the side and watched, like she herself was unable to move. I turned to look back at him. It was then I woke up with my face painfully smashed against the hardwood kitchen table we had been using. My head and neck were sore for a few days and the bruising on both areas was impossible to deny.
But there was a story there that needed answers. The horrible attack I encountered was so surreal to me, yet I couldn’t ignore the pain and discomfort I was feeling for other then what it was. I had been attacked by something malevolent and evil and I wanted answers. I was going to get them. Someone once said, “Déjà vu is more than just that fleeting moment of surprise, instantly forgotten because we never bother with things that make no sense. It shows that time doesn't pass. It's a leap into something we have already experienced and that is being repeated.” What is more terrifying – the things we imagine or the things that are real? I couldn’t think about anything else for days. Why did that girl look so much like me? Who was this man, this demon who attacked me? What was the connection between the two? The only way I knew how to start getting answers….was to try it again.
And try we did. The same things happened over and over again. The problem with doing this repeatedly, other than just being plain stupid, is that whatever this thing was didn’t need the board to do its dirty work any longer. It was out. I couldn’t sleep for days, neither could my friends. We went to the library and tried to find any information we could on the facts we were able to gather. It got to the point where I looked horrible, I lost weight, I couldn’t eat…and I couldn’t hide the bruises on my throat any longer. I told my mother about what happened, and I showed her the bruises on my body. Nothing can compare to the feeling of absolute hopelessness.
War can condition a person to be resilient, tolerant, dependable, strong, and capable of so much more than one who has experienced nothing and this was indeed a war. I went to my mother’s church and spoke with her pastor, I read books of every kind on the topics of paranormal happenings, possessions, Ouija boards until I couldn’t read anymore. Ultimately, in the end, I determined that there are some things both in this world and out of it that we just aren’t meant to understand. It was extremely frustrating. It’s the most terrifying thing in the world, really—taking someone on faith that all will be well in the end. That was exactly what I had to do, and eventually the attacks stopped.
I realize that some things have to be seen to be believed, that being said, some things have to be believed to be seen. I didn’t believe in ghosts or demons or past lives until this happened to me. Faith is believing in something, when commons sense tells you not to. In rare situations such as this, we are saved by faith alone to get us through when all else fails.
I end this story with a quote from Dan Brown, “Whether or not you believe in God, you must believe this: when we as a species abandon our trust in a power greater than us, we abandon our sense of accountability. Faiths… all faiths… are admonitions that there is something we cannot understand, something to which we are accountable.” These terrifying experiences were the catalyst to my researching and investigating the paranormal. If my finally telling this story helps even one person who might have or are going through the same ordeal, then it will be worth it. There are people out there who believe in what you’ve experienced. There is hope. There is help. We need to get this voice heard, the voice of the unknown. Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there. You can't see the future, yet you know it will come; you can't see the air, yet you continue to breathe. Forget about all the reasons why you shouldn’t or can’t. You only need to find one good reason why you should; and I did. ~ Written by: Jen Keefer
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My name is Jen Keefer. I am the founder of Tribus Paranormal. My interest in the paranormal started several years ago back in 1992. I had some not so pleasant personal experiences which sparked my interest in the paranormal at a very young age. Through the years, I have done investigating and research on my own prior to joining professional teams and conducted my own investigations and research, before I started working with groups. With these groups, I learned by doing and absorbed everything I could on the paranormal; as well as the do's and don't of investigating. I have investigated several private residences as well as public sites such as the historic Seven Stars Hotel, VFWs, Gettysburg Battlefields, historic Rest Haven Asylum and Cemetery, Live Para-Talk Radio Show with Malice Cooper via internet, as well as various charity and fundraiser events.
With the help of my team mates, we hope to fulfill any requests of assistance by applying the skills necessary that is asked of us in a confidential and professional manner. But above all, descretion and respect.
If you are experiencing what you might think to be paranormal acitivity in your home or business, please contact us by using either the phone number or email address on the "Contact" page of this website. We will get back to you promptly!