An incubus by any other name…

When I was 21, I experienced a horrifying encounter with an incubus — though “incubus” wasn’t yet a word that had been added to my personal dictionary. All I knew was that an evil-feeling male spirit-thing came to me in the night, pinned me down, nearly suffocated me, and tried to rape me. It literally took my voice from me. I could not call out. So I fought. I fought like my life depended on it, because I believed that it did. And in that fight, I thrashed and trashed the room where I had been sleeping. The whole night long I fought. I remember being pinned to the ceiling, kicking over bookcases from above, overturning chairs, grasping desperately at curtains. Finally, at the break of dawn, when the first light seeped into the darkness and through the room’s one window, the spirit threw me down, the eight feet or so from up near the light on the ceiling, onto the floor where, when I hit, my voice suddenly returned and I screamed. The spirit was gone. The family with whom I was staying came rushing in and found me, crumpled, battered, and bruised, but fine.

The man I was visiting was a healer. After his wife lovingly mended and bandaged me, he hypnotized me for past-life regression. I remember his telling me that I’d been raped in several past lives. I was told that this spirit came to me to rape me again, but because I fought it, and fought it off and away, I proved my point: I was not a victim. I would never be raped again.

That was a good solution then. I do not now think that it was the whole truth, though, if it was the truth at all. Please, read on.

More than ten years later I was making a late-night push on the tail-end of a 12-hour solo drive from Seattle to Salt Lake City when drowsiness insisted I find something other than music to listen to on the radio. At the far end of the AM dial, I found a talk show and tuned in right when a woman caller was describing her own frightening ordeal with a raping spirit. After her, caller after caller recounted their own stories. Incubus. Incubus. Incubus. I was riveted. I was shocked. I was… not crazy.

When you look up “incubus” on Wikipedia, you find pat explanations of the religious, mythological, or scientific variety. It’s an interesting read. But, in my opinion, it is lacking.

You see, in the past year or so, I’ve come to learn about spirit attachments. Not only to learn about them, but to experience them first-hand. First, I will say, in dealing with them personally. Then, in accepting my role as one who releases them, who, with the help of their spirit guides and escort spirits of light, sends them home, back to the spirit realm. I do this weekly. People now seek me out to free them of spirits whom they sense, see, feel. I’ve written about some of these cases on this blog. 

Through my releasement work, I’ve met several women who, like me, have encountered malevolent sexually assaulting male spirits. Sometimes these spirits are passersby — perhaps accurately identified as “attachments,” though not the kind that sticks around for long. Consider my first meeting with one, for example. Most often, in my experience, they latch on and stay, making life very scary for the women they’ve been attracted to.

Here is one story.

Last week, a woman came to me this week after a sleepless night in which she had felt a male spirit press down upon her, paralyzing her. She knew that he was trying to rape her. The spirit was oppressive and projected an image in her mind of a powerful lion, with large, devouring teeth. This is not the first time the woman has been visited by an  incubus, nor the first time that I have helped her with one. She remembered what I had told her before. She thought of me. She wanted to call me, but could not move her arms, so she focused on me in her mind. (Interestingly, I woke at that time, feeling like something was wrong. I got up and stayed awake for several hours while this was happening to her.) She remembered how I speak calmly to the spirits I work with, so she did the same. She said to the spirit: “I know who you are. I know what you are trying to do. But I believe that you are lost.  If you leave me alone now, I’ll  help you get home tomorrow. I know someone that can help you.” She kept repeating this to the spirit. She also remembered my teaching her how to put a protective bubble of light and love around herself. She had not been doing that regularly, but envisioned that bubble during the attack. The attacker let up, and she could relax. She didn’t sleep the rest of the night, on guard against the spirit. First thing in the morning she texted me.

“Please help me. Get him off of me!”

Through self-hypnosis and connection with my higher self, I learned that I could not free her of this spirit remotely. I could, though, connect with him and speak to him. I surrounded myself with Source light, just as much as protection as impression fortifier, and linked to this spirit. I introduced myself as a friend of the woman and told him that I was there to help him get home. I promised him that I would help him that evening when the woman was scheduled to come to my office, and then asked if, in return for her and my help, he would push himself into the farthest reaches of her aura, keeping himself away from her as much as possible. He agreed.

That evening, when the woman came to me, she was exhausted and anxious. As she lay on my therapy table, I conducted a body scan and found that she had four spirit attachments, including Mr. Incubus. Two could be released first and easily, the last could not be released until the incubus had gone. It was somehow attached to the incubus, or there because it was attracted to him.

I telepathically spoke to the incubus. “It’s time for you to go home now.”

Spirit: “No.”

Me: “Ah, you feel like you need to say something to this woman before you go?”

Spirit: “Yes.”

Me, to higher self: “Is it in this woman’s highest good to hear this message from spirit?”

Higher self: “No.”

Me to spirit: “Your own freedom is waiting for you in the spirit realm. Love is waiting. Healing is waiting. Will you go without speaking to her?”

Spirit: “No!”

I called in the spirit guide of this spirit and asked it to please bring with it escort spirits that were beloved to the spirit, someone he would recognize and feel for. The spirit guide came. I asked it to please take over, to speak to spirit, to invite the special escorts to speak to it too. Instantly, I sensed a shift in the room. I felt joy. I felt love. I felt the spirit let go a little, overwhelmed by the presence of the souls that he loved. I asked if the escort spirits might give him a gift of light and love to help him understand what is waiting for him. They did. Again, I felt release.

I asked again if spirit was ready to go, this time without speaking to the woman.

“Yes. I’m ready. I do not need to speak to her. I do not want to harm her.”

I then asked the escort spirits to wrap the spirit in light and gently escort him home. They did.

I witnessed the woman’s body visibly relax. She sighed. I then quickly released the final spirit, who was ready to leave now that incubus had gone. The woman was clear.

Spirit attachments come to us, often attracted to strong emotions. The hooks for this woman were, and have been in the past “sex” and “sadness.” We will work together through regression therapy to explore these, to heal any unhealed wounds that seem to send out beacons to lost spirits looking for shelter.

It’s important to note that spirits can also be attracted to behaviors. Addictive tendencies do not always dissipate  in souls that do not move on to the spirit realm after physical death.  So, for example, a spirit that had last experienced life as an alcoholic might find shelter in an alcoholic. Same for a smoker or drug addict. Same for a gambler. Same, also for a sex addict, or someone that had chosen to exert power or influence over others through sex.

I’m not saying that every incubus is the lost soul of a former human sex addict. I do believe, though, that some are. Others, I also know from experience, are dark entities not of human origin (interdimensional attachments), that reveal their power in many scary ways, including spiritual rape. The fact is, though, all can be released. Some are just easier to release than others.

There are many messages here.

  1. If you have experienced something like this, you are not alone and you are not crazy. Please find solace in this.
  2. There is help. I can help you, as can many other people who practice spirit releasement. I don’t have a directory of people who do this, but if you look, I have to trust that you will find.
  3. Take care of yourself. Once you do release the spirit, it is important to explore what it is in you that attracted it to you.  Heal the unhealed. Regression therapy is an effective way to do this.
  4. Take care of yourself even more. I mentioned above the woman recalled my teaching her to protect herself with a bubble of light. It is a good daily practice to envision a lovely bubble of love and light around you. Describe this bubble as “a permeable membrane of love and light.” Then, in your own words set the boundary. For example: Love and light may enter. My own love and light may pass through. Darkness and heaviness must stay out. My own darkness and heaviness may leave. Energies that are not my own are not welcome to enter or attach. It takes not even a minute, and it works. If you do this with conviction, spirits may not attach to you.

No matter what, know for a fact that you do have the power within you to overcome this.

Tom is home.


A few days ago, a young woman came to me with the photo above and a story. She and her family had been painting a few rooms in their house. They moved some furniture to make room. Moving the furniture, as it often does, drew her attention to some dust. She cleaned. Later, she used one of the dressers she had just dusted as a seat while she put on her makeup. It was in the way in front of her mirror, so she made do. When she got up, she looked down at the dresser and found this… 1787 etched clearly in the top. It had not been there when she dusted. It had not been there just moments before. And it wasn’t as if her sitting on the dresser could have rubbed clear the numbers that had been there forever. It was an IKEA dresser — cheap, functional, and without a doubt, not anywhere near 227 years old.

She didn’t feel scared. She felt no negative energy in the house. She was more curious. She wondered what it was and who had written it. She asked me to help.

Channeling, I learned that the spirit who had etched the date was named Tom. He was not ill-intentioned at all, he was just lost. He had encountered the woman and her family at the park. He felt safe with them, so he followed them home. He had not been with them long. And all he really wanted to do was to get home, back to the spirit realm.

I gained his permission, the Elders’ permission, and the permission of the woman who had contacted me to release him. I facilitated remotely. Because the spirit was friendly and just wanted to return to the spirit realm, and because I had been in this house and could visualize the room in which he had made his temporary shelter, this was relatively easy.

I telepathically reached out to him as my spirit guide, his spirit guide, and escort spirits joined him. I asked him if he could see them and then warmly told him that they were there to guide him home. So happy, he allowed them to wrap him up in light and guide him back to the spirit realm. He was free.

This morning, I asked if Tom might be interested in speaking with me, to tell me about his last life and about the experience of returning to the spirit realm. He agreed. Here is our channeled conversation.

Me: Hello, Tom.

Tom: Hello.

Me: I am honored to speak with you.

Tom: I am honored as well.

Me: Tell me, please, how are you?

Tom: I am fine.

Me: Was there a reunion for you when you arrived home?

Tom: Yes! It was so wonderful to see all my friends and family again. I was so relieved, so happy. And it was decadent!

Me: Decadent? Was there a feast?

Tom: Yes, with cooked food!

Me: Cooked food? You’ve missed cooked food, I imagine.

Tom: Ohhh, yes.

Me: What was there to eat?

Tom: Veal and hot soup and wine.

Me: It sounds nice. Who was there to celebrate with you?

Tom: My entire soul group. Everyone came.

Me: That must have felt amazing. I can’t imagine the love, or how much they must have missed you.

Tom: We talked and shared everything. I had missed so much, but I am all caught up now.

Me: How many lifetimes had your group lived in the time you were stuck on the Earth plane?

Tom: Some one, others up to three.

Me: I see. Do you feel like you missed out or fell behind?

Tom: No. I will catch up!

Me: How many souls are in your group?

Tom: 13

Me: And are you excited to be back with them, and working with them again?

Tom: Yes.

Me: Tell me about your group, please. I’d like to know about them. Do you have a specialization?

Tom: Yes. We work with Xe.

Me: Xe is your spirit guide?

Tom: Yes. He is a very respected elder.

Me: I see. What type of work do you do? Remember, I am still on Earth plane and do not recall.

Tom: Oh, I remember. I was there for a long, long time.

Me: (Laughing) Yes, I didn’t think you could forget so soon.

Tom: We are zoologists.

Me: (Surprised) Zoologists? So do you work with beings from another realm?

Tom: Yes. We study all sorts of animal life and relate our learning to the souls of our realm.

Me: That’s fascinating. So are you a sort of Ambassador Soul?

Tom: Yes. We study and share.

Me: Was your work in your most recent past life on Earth somehow related to your work in the spirit realm?

Tom: Yes. I was an explorer. I came West with Bridger.

Me: Jim Bridger? You were in his party? When were you with him?

Tom: Around 1825.

Me: 1825 is when he was in this area. I’ve read he was among the first European Americans to see the Great Salt Lake, and at about that time, yes?

Tom: Yes. I was with him. It was a sight to behold.

Me: Were you with him to document the animals of the West as you traveled?

Tom: Yes. I was a very good artist.

Me: What was your full name?

Tom: I was Thomas Wipple.

Me: Did you work for the Rocky Mountain Fur Company, and leave from St. Louis in 1822 like Bridger did?

Tom: Yes. I recorded the animals we saw in our travels.

Me: How old were you when you joined the company in St. Louis and headed west?

Tom: I was 30.

Me: So that means you were born in 1792?

Tom: Yes.

Me: So, Tom, what was the significance of the date 1787, the date you etched on the family’s dresser a few days ago?

Tom: When I was a boy, I borrowed a knife to etch that date into a tree. It was the year that my brother was born. I also etched the year he died. I made his grave marker.

Me: What year did he die, Tom?

Tom: 1798

Me: Your brother was very special to you?

Tom: Yes, he was.

Me: Did you finally get to reunite with him when you returned to the spirit realm?

Tom: Yes! It really was… well, no words can express.

Me: Is he a member of your soul group too?

Tom: Yes. We are reunited. And we will work together again soon on Earth.

Me: So, why did you etch 1787 into the dresser?

Tom: It is permanently etched on my soul. I remember it so well. I just thought it and it appeared on the dresser.

Me: Why did you etch on the dresser? What were you trying to do?

Tom: I wanted the woman to know I was there. I thought she might be able to help.

Me: To help you get home?

Tom: Yes, back to the spirit realm.

Me: Was there something about her that made you feel that she could help?

Tom: Yes, she was so bright. She is truly good. And shortly after, I got to return. She did help. She came to my rescue.

Me: Is there anything that you’d like to say to her?

Tom: Yes. Thank you. Thank you. And to you too. Thank you. You do beautiful work.

Me: Thank you, Tom. I am honored and happy that I could help you. I have a few last questions, if that is ok.

Tom: Yes.

Me: How did you die?

Tom: Even a strong man couldn’t survive a bullet to the chest.

Me: You were shot?

Tom: It was a stray bullet.

Me: How old were you then?

Tom: I was 45.

Me: So let’s see… that was 1837. Where were you?

Tom: I was in camp.

Me: Ah. I see. And you’ve been wandering about what has become Salt Lake City ever since?

Tom: Yes. I’ve seen a lot of changes.

Me: Why didn’t you return to the spirit realm when you died? Why did you stay?

Tom: I had children. I wanted to make sure they were fine.

Me: So you stayed to watch them grow up?

Tom: Yes. And then they died, and I was stuck.

Me: So you were reunited with them as well, in the spirit realm. Are they part of your soul group?

Tom: They are not, but they came to welcome me back, and they came to the feast.

Me: Tom, I am so glad you are home. I am happy you are with your loves again. I wish you the best. Thank you for speaking with me.

Tom: Thank you as well.

Inviting Mah home

My friend Danielle has seen the same spirit figure her whole life. He is big, imposing, and strong. She sees his body, but never his face. He’s been near her, showing himself to her, since she was a little girl. She’s moved from house to house, state to state, and always he’s been there.

A week ago, while in bed, she felt someone touch her ear. She thought that it was her husband next to her. She’s never liked her ears being touched, and before opening her eyes she said, “why are you doing that when you know I hate it?” But when she did open her eyes, she saw her husband’s hands were nowhere near her. Her husband then said: “Did you see that?” He’d seen a spirit, a spindly, sickly shape, dash out of the room.

Danielle was really upset by this. When I saw her about a week later, she told me everything. Intuitively and through channeling, I came to understand what was happening.

The spirit, whose name, I learned, is Mah, had been her husband in her most recent past life. Together in that life they had shared an epic love, one of fairy tales and wishes and dreams. And when he died, before her, he could not bear to leave her. He stayed with her for the rest of her life. Then, after she died, he waited for her to return. He waited for her in the home where they’d lived and the landscape around their house. When she did return, when she was born as Danielle, he went to her and has been with her since — protecting her, loving her, wanting only for her to be happy and safe, and wanting her, more than anything, to know him.

In that life, he often tenderly touched her ear. That was his way of adoring her. And subconsciously, in this life, she knew that. That sign of affection was something reserved only for him. No one else could touch her there. Only him.

In their past life together, Mah had been tall and muscular. In this life, in spirit form, he would only present himself in his full, beautiful stature to Danielle. To Danielle’s husband, when he saw him only once a week ago, Mah projected himself as meager and weak. This was so he would not be recognized and would not seem a threat. Mah never showed Danielle his face, though. He desperately wanted her to feel him and intuitively know who he was. To him, that would be a sign of her true love.

Mah was a spirit attachment who had clung through time and space to another soul. He had a very personal connection to his beloved soul mate, Danielle.

Today, I went to Danielle’s house to invite Mah to return to the spirit realm.

When I walked in, I greeted Danielle then immediately greeted Mah: “I am a friend of Danielle, Mah. I’m here to clear the house of spirits. Danielle has been feeling afraid lately, and we want her to feel safe and happy.” I could feel his welcome.

As a channel, I cleared the house. Then I invited Danielle to sit with me and invited Mah to join us. I felt his surprise and great pleasure at being acknowledged and included.

Me: Mah, do you see the spirits of love?

Mah: Yes.

Me: Mah, these are escorts, and they are here for you. They have come here today to invite you home.

Mah: No. No. I don’t want to leave her.

Me: I know. I know you don’t. I understand. I know how much you love her. And I have told her. She knows, Mah. She knows who you are and that you are only here because you love her so much. And that is what you wanted her to know, isn’t it?

Mah: Yes. Yes. That is all I’ve ever wanted her to know.

Me: Would you like to speak with her? You can talk to her directly. I know that that is what you want. Now is your chance. Please, talk to her. She is open.

Danielle: I am. I’m ready.

Mah, through me: I love you. I love you so much. I have only ever loved you. My love for you is so strong. I have always been with you. Always, to protect you and keep you safe. I am your true guardian angel because you are my angel. You are my light. I love you. I know that I have scared you before. Please know that I never meant to scare you. I just wanted you to know that I am here. That’s all I have ever wanted. And now I can tell you. Now you know.

Danielle: Yes. I do know now.

Me: Danielle, Mah loves you and trusts you. Please, let him know that you will be ok, that he can be free and that that is what you want for him.

Danielle: I do want that. I know that you love me. I feel that love so strongly. But I want you to be free. I want you to grow and advance and be free. You don’t need to stay here with me anymore. I appreciate that you have been here, but you can go now. It’s ok.

Me: Mah, you can love her from the spirit realm. You can watch over her and protect her while you also do your own work as a soul. You can be there and be here too, and you can trust that your love will reach her.

Mah: Yes. Ok. I understand. I understand.

Me: The spirits of love are here for you Mah, to take you safely home. You can go with them now. You are free. Danielle is letting you go, in love, knowing who you are, and she is wishing you to be free.

Mah: Yes… I love you… I will go… I love you.

The spirit escorts, the spirits of love, wrapped around him and gently, so sweetly, carried him home. It was a moment so full of love, so full of peace, that it is hard to describe. A hush filled the room — a hush of promise and potential, of love past and love present, of long-postponed freedom, filled up the room and then whispered, even more quietly, away.

Mah is home now and free. And Danielle feels more special and more loved than ever before.