This is sort of an odd story. I have a very dear friend who kind of senses things. We’ve been friends for a long time so when I was having some problems in my marital relationship I did not hesitate to tell her about them. She said, “There’s something in this house.” She walked into my bedroom and said that she felt something. I go, okay, you “feel” something? I was very skeptical. She moved around my bedroom and came to a stop in front of some books that were high up on a shelf. She pointed at them and said something was up there, maybe one of those books. I said okay and went to get a ladder, you know, to humor her. She got up on the ladder and started looking through the books. After a few minutes, she pulled one out - something about witchcraft. I have no idea how that book got up there. I don’t remember at what point in my life I attained that book. I don’t remember putting it in my bedroom. But again, I humored her and disposed of the book in the garbage can outside.

To make a long story short, that problem I was having disappeared completely. It was just gone. The atmosphere of the bedroom was different. It was like a heaviness, a darkness lifted. She made a believer out of me as to how something that small and seemingly inconsequential could make such a difference in your life. It’s amazing the doors we unknowingly open to the supernatural. I thought one little book wouldn’t matter, but I was wrong.