You’re Crazy Until You’re Right 11/02/2020

Hello, my name is Laci and I’m a little crazy,

This newsletter is going to be a little different.

I want to tell a story.

A few years after I began my practice, I used to do some consulting work. Nowadays, I don’t have the patience for travel. Plus, some of the people who requested my help had some REAL problems. I saw everything from child abuse to one case that eventually ended in a murder. After that one, I called it quits on personal consultation.

People react strangely to paranormal interaction. And when those reactions occur, it is sometimes fun to explore them.

So, I wanted to tell you about a woman who was taken over by a demon.

Northern Tennessee, 1995.

I arrived with all my instruments and crystals and ghost busting gear—really, I felt like Bill Murray without the rest of the crew. Plus no vacuum.

I was called at 6 in the morning by a friend of mine who then connected me to this family. I rushed down and arrived by 4 that evening.

The family was small. And young. The mother and father were late twenties and they had a three-year old girl. She was a sweetie.

When I arrived, the family told me something “just felt off.”

I’d heard this before, so I got to work with the cleansing.

One Week Later…

Everything seemed to go according to plan. I did a little sage here, did a little candlework there, and I left the home and the nice family.

Remember answering machines? Yeah, when I got home that evening I saw 6 messages on mine. I clicked the tiny button and listened to a slow rise of panic.

Message 1: “Everything was fine for a couple days and the feeling started again.”

Message 2: “The third day my wife started acting weird. We took her to the hospital, but nothing.”

Message 3: “My wife kicked my daughter. What do I do?”

Message 4: “I had to call the police. [She] bit my little girl.”

Message 5: “Please. You have to come back. Something happened.”

Message 6: “I had to send [my daughter] to my sisters. My wife acted like she wanted to kill her. Will you please come and take a look. I’ll pay you triple.”

Obviously, I went back.

Life isn’t a movie. When I walked in, everything seemed fine. I did not see Reagan spitting up pea soup or a woman with all white eyes climbing the walls.

The wife was just… a little twitchy.

I diagnosed her immediately and the husband’s countenance fell.

“I don’t believe in demons. The only reason I asked you to come here was because my wife suggested it in the first place.”

Clearly, this man had never dealt with the paranormal before. Nor had he considered the possibility that his wife was in pain. After a brief conversation on what to do, he escorted me out.

He called me crazy. Then, I left.

I wish there was a climax to this story, there’s not. But there is a lesson.

Almost a year later, I received a phone call from the man. He apologized profusely and said the obvious: “You were right.”

I am not 100% sure how they eventually solved their problem (I assume Catholicism was involved), but it was nice to hear someone eat their words—I’m not going to lie to you.

You are crazy until you are right. That is the lesson that was taught to me. It is why I am very intent on listening to any of your problems and addressing them appropriately. So, let yourself learn this lesson from me, instead of having someone suffer for close to year for your ego.

Remember that.

People’s problems are not imaginary and if you call upon an expert, take their advice.

Love + Blessings

Laci