Jaahda's Vigils

I awoke in the middle of the night last night and to shed some light on the matter turned on the TV. There was just beginning a show on our national non-commercial broadcaster, the Australian ABC about a psychic detective called Nancy Myer. The show went on to say how this 'case' was the first one for Nancy that brought her into direct involvement with Police.

A friend had called Nancy late one night to say she was worried that her daughter had not returned home from work and she wondered what Nancy might sense. Nancy (apparently) was disturbed by what she did sense and told the woman that she would talk with and co-operate with the Police. During this part of the show I was visiting the bathroom so I cannot exactly recall how it came to be that Nancy did become involved in helping the Police investigator. The story was set during 1982.

Nancy apparently sensed that this man was soon going to murder again, and that he had no plans on stopping or curtailing his exploits. For some reason that I didn't entirely manage to catch the DA (or some other important and otherwise integral) person's endorsement was required so that Nancy could officially work alongside Police and this permission was not given at the time.

This also made me think about the TV show Medium, where Alison Duboir works as a central team member as an investigative psychic. I like the way that this show displays the 'inner psychic workings' that occur during an investigative process and I also wrote a review about the show which you can read here.

I have worked many investigations over the decades and most thankfully have had some truly spectacular results at times. Though as the show Medium and also Nancy pointed out during this particular show psychic investigation is an ongoing process whose success can be greatly enhanced by openly working alongside Police investigations.

My involvement with police squads has been sketchy over the years and has never been one as open as what Alison Duboir and Nancy Myer seem privileged enough to enjoy. Though 'enjoy' is likely not the right word for it. In cases I do get involved with I am driven by a wish to end a cycle of killing and to bring some closure and justice to victims.

In fact one of the reasons that drove my own studies of criminal profiling was that I thought that I then might be able to take on a more official role in future investigations, though to date this hasn't happened for many reasons one of which being that I worked in the prisons for many years with sexual and violent offenders. Indeed in at least half a dozen cases I have been on 'both sides of the fence' simultaneously so to speak.

In a box of my deceased mothers letters is a letter my mother received from the Yorkshire Police thanking her for her pivotal help in solving the Yorkshire Ripper case (in England) during the 1970's.

Nancy Myer had an ongoing relationship with the Police investigation of this serial offender until the 'solving' of the case a couple of years later in 1984. Apparently one woman had managed to escape the killer who had become spooked by the presence of a parked truck nearby. The woman escaped and ran naked to the driver who called police but unfortunately she died in the trucker's arms but tracks left at the scene later proved useful in the apprehension of the killer.

Being that Nancy had not been able to procure the co-operation she would have liked at the time she told the policeman she was 'working' with to 'leave it to her'. Nancy was teaching a psychic meditation class that following evening.

She asked the members of her class to visualize bringing peace and light to the victims and to turn the offender's actions back onto himself. From personal experience of working with such violent offenders I have often witnessed how very haunted they are and can therefore understand how successful this strategy can be.

Prison rehabilitation programs very, very rarely can reach offenders at the level that Nancy was advocating. Nancy was advocating the utility of the highest and deepest level of prayer. Nancy and her team were requesting 'divine intervention'.

Apparently within twenty four hours of this deep meditation police received a call from a man who claimed to have been stabbed by a woman with long blonde hair. When they went to investigate they did indeed find that the man had been stabbed - but he had been stabbed by himself. Police suspicions were raised by his car and the tracks caused by his tires and hence the offender's killing spree came to an end within twenty four hours of the remediation requested by Nancy.

This reminds me of a case I worked where the services of traditional aboriginal trackers and magicians were requested when a young 'Wongi' teenager mysteriously disappeared. The boy's family and extended family were holding a vigil around what can be called a typical suburban firepit (a forty four gallon drum cut into halves used as an open fireplace).

There were four of us in our little 'feather foot team'. As I had become used to doing I rang a detective at the police station local to the boy's neighborhood to 'warn' them that 'we' were out 'doing business'. During such investigations it can be remarkably easy to get reported for suspicious behaviours though for complex cultural reasons which I may explain further in a later article it is far less likely to be spotted doing aboriginal business than it is when doing 'whitefellah business'. But luckily this day I had warned the Police.

In our trvels we came across a large, palatial looking two storey house that I reckoned was more than suspicious so we decided to sit on the verge there for an hour or so using techniques of Aboriginal magic. Afterwards we returned to the family 'camp', had a cuppa (or two) and some kangaroo stew and damper before heading off home telling the family we would return the next day.

Not long after I returned home I got a call from the policeman I had spoken to earlier in the day. "Damn quick work", he said. Well actually his language was slightly more colorful that that. The people whose verge we had 'performed on' had called the police to report harassment from a group of aboriginals. When police had gone there to question them they confessed to having killed the young boy. Their reason for killing him? They said it was because he stole a small, thirty dollar bag of 'gunja' off them.

There is actually more to this story too as I was working in the prisons at the time of this 'feather foot investigation' and two of the offenders had been kept in long term isolation because all of the aboriginals in the prison 'were out for them' and as such they could only get their exercise by walking the perimeter of the prison during lunch break when the compounds were shut down. One of the offenders saw me and 'went off her head'.

I got called up by the 'Super' later that afternoon but as soon as I explained it was 'Aboriginal business' and that if she needed to know more she should speak to the woman who was my boss in such affairs she thanked me, told me she had great respect for such matters and shook my hand. Having a 'feather foot' on hand in prisons can surely be a most useful thing at times.

I also managed to convince other prisoners that 'magic would sort them out' and that no violence needed to be performed by any of them.

There is a notorious serial killer case in our part of the world that I have had much to do with over the years. Indeed 'our team' have quite a cache of files on the case which might indeed make for a fascinating movie because of all it's very unusual and spiritually mysterious twists and turns. My mother, who sometimes gave our team messages from beyond told us something I shall never forget in relation to this case. She told us, "his hands will give him away". To cut an extremely long story short suffice to say that I one day visited the scene of one of his murders and as I entered into a small and secluded road leading to the site he left as my friend and I were entering the street that the murder scene runs off from. As families often do a cross and a wreath had been laid where the body was found and I there saw something that really spooked me and caught my immediate attention.

Propped up perpendicular against the cross was a beer bottle whose label had been virtually scratched away. Allow me to spare you the details of the vision that this sight provoked in me. Up until about a month earlier I had been 'working' with the detective in charge of the relevant 'Macro Task Force Enquiry' and there had been a recent change in the Squad approach and management and I no longer was working in my semi official kind of role in this investigation.

So to seek advice about my observations and findings I rang a policeman in my extended family who then contacted someone a detective he knew who told me to put the bottle in a paper bag, take it home and that soon someone would come to collect it.

That was over fifteen years ago and that bottle, in its paper bag still sits undisturbed in my piano stool. Every now and then I contacted someone but have always been told things such as 'it is useless' etc. I've even sometimes thought of contacting the victim's family but have never done so.

What I'd like to do now is have a vigil such as that which Nancy Myer organized and get the meditations to occur for the twenty four hour period that marks the anniversary of the disappearance of the woman believed to be his first victim, Sarah Spiers. The anniversary of her disappearance coincides with an important event in Australia; Australia Day, 26^th January. I will prepare a 'psychic dossier' for all who might like to partake in this event. If you are interested and prepared to do so please email me here or find me on Facebook or somewhere else on the internet.

Perhaps also in the future I might like to try organize a world wide event for Madeleine McCann.

Keep posted.