It was Columbus day week-end in 1992. One of my best friends (Smitty) in the Navy was going to be home on leave in Orlando, Fl and had asked me to meet him and another good friend (Woody) there that week-end. He wanted me to meet his Fiance and help with something else.
I had met Smitty and Woody while stationed aboard my first ship the USS Aylwin (FF 1081). We were known as the 'Wreckin Crew'... (inside joke:)) I had transferred to attend school in Pensacola, Fl and this was a great time to get to see the two of them again. I had a duty free week-end and they had planned their leave together.
I was able to leave Pcola right after my class was over on Friday and I was in Orlando and checked in to my hotel by 2130 that night. (930pm for those who do not 'speak' military time) We all got together, I met Smitty's wife to be and while we were at dinner I learned the other reason Smitty wanted me around.
It seems Jen and her cousins had been messing around with an Oujia board and now something was in her cousin's mobile home. People felt as if they were being watched, lights/tv would go on and off by themselves and the whole shadow moving out of the corner of the eye thing was going on, but every time something would happen they would smell something strange... Smitty wouldn't let Jen tell Woody and I just what that smell was, kind of a control point to prove something was really happening. We then went out and had a great time partying in Orlando... (we were the Wreckin Crew after all...)
Saturday evening, around 1800 (6pmish), we got together again at Jen's cousins home. We heard a peacock cry out and Jen told us that the trailer park was next door to a farm that kept some exotic birds and small animals. Woody, ever the skeptic was having a great time picking on us as we broke out our 'tools' and set them out on Smitty's tailgate.
White candles, sage for smudging, dragons blood and sandlewood incense, my tarot cards (focus point for me) and a Bible. Now Smitty is of mixed Native American heritage, at this time I was a solo practioner of Wiccan (still believed in the Trinity mind you) and as I said Woody our skeptic (our control person if you will).
Once it was fully dark we gathered our things to go into the trailer and the porch light started turning on and off (never did get to check the circuit) The three of us entered (Smitty, Woody and myself). Woody went to the kitchen, dinning room area and sat down, I sat down in the middle of the living room and began preparing the cleansing rite and Smitty started smudging the rest of the house.
As he went through the house he said a blessing, first in Native American (Kree I believe) and then he would read from the book of Psalms. He did this in each room. I started placing the white candles and incense around the living room, that was going to be the last room we blessed and the room I would 'cleanse' the home from.
As Smitty blessed the bathroom the back door slammed open and then shut, it was on a spring, so this was only surprising form the standpoint that it had happened at all, and a peacock cried out (due to the noise of the door I thought...) and I smelled a wet dog. I turned to Woody who laughed off the incident, "Man I can't believe you guys, that was just the wind." I shrugged, maybe so, but after looking at Smitty I knew better.
Smitty finished with the smudging and the blessing of the other rooms and joined me in the living room, we sat down on the floor and (this is going to sound bad but...) invited the spirit back into the house, we wanted it to be present when we completed our task so that it would know that it was unwelcome and that if it needed to pass on or go back to wherever it had come from.
About a half hour later we heard the peacock again, then steps on the back porch. Then the door slowly opened, then slowly closed but there was no one there to open it and we were struck by the smell of a large wet dog. "Man, whose dog is that?" Woody asks from the dinning table. Suddenly his chair, with him still sitting in it, began sliding slowly across the floor. I simply said, "Yeah, I smell it to."
I gathered my strength and pictured in my mind a white light, small at first, just the size of the candle flame in front of me. Then as I prayed/ began casting, I saw it growing, larger moving outward. I asked that any spirits that were earth bound be released. I asked that any non-human entities depart. I pictured the light encompassing the entire trailer, over it, around it, beneath it. Suddenly there was the sound of someone running across the floor, the overpowering odor of wet dog passed Smitty and I and the back door once again slammed open and shut and the peacock cried out again.
That's it. Woody was never quite the same skeptic again-Smitty and Jen have 3 children, one of which shares my birthday... (I 'cursed' him with that one lol). Smitty called me to say Jen was Due Aug 2nd 1998 and I laughed and said..."My birthday- she'll be born on my birthday."
Smitty wasn't happy with me when I was right on both counts, Jen had a healthy baby girl and she was born on my birthday. I received a 0230 (230am) 28Jul1998 phone call from Smitty and all he said was "I hate you." He called back on Aug 2nd to give my wife and me the rest of the details. I've lost track of Woody and don't talk to Smitty much anymore-it's a shame we were so close at one time, the 3 of us. Funny how things change as one grows older.
Anyway, that was my first 'cleansing'. As far as I know there never was another problem at that home. Oh, the smell Jen didn't tell us about. The one that accompanied the visitations of the spirit/entity...you guessed it, the smell of a large wet dog.