The number of exorcisms have, in recent years, reduced in frequency. This may partly be a result of the current once again increasing obsession with matters paranormal, and a sensitivity toward the entity being exorcised.

Take this account by ‘T’ over at Mostly Safe for Work. Although they have not alluded to the realisation, it is clear that the subject entity has indeed been subjected to an exorcism of sorts, though not one of religious nature.

The text tells of the ghost “living in my downstairs bedroom” which is an intriguing choice of words. Later the spirit is given visual attributes in order to solidify its presence within the real world. It is this application of phsysiological attributes to which our minds are inexorably and instinctively drawn. Of a similar process is the need to assign physical attributes to the plethora of superior persona depicted littering the universe throughout organised religion and occult teachings.

One may note the empathy ‘T’ has with the now abused entity, but they may both sleep peacefully with the understanding that whatever had occurred was little more than a reflected echo of something that once took place and our attribution of consciousness – and even emotion – onto the entity is a reflection of our inner, base human need for acceptance.

Date: Saturday, March 14, 1896
Location: Ealing, West London

It was without warning that I received notice of Mrs. Marshmoor’s illness less than two weeks before she passed from this life.

Mrs. Marshmoor’s bearing of a child had developed a number of complications (I shall not impart the details for it is irrelevant to this account). It was late into her term and it was without question that both she and the unborn would most likely perish during the labour. I should point out that at this time I had very little in the way of communication with Mrs. Marshmoor, being a long time acquaintance of her husband, Abelard Marshmoor (a man whom I have found to possess utmost integrity despite a position in local government).

The notice of Mrs. Marshmoor’s imminent departure was accompanied by an intriguing post script:

P.S. It is beyond all belief and understanding and all that is known within the world, but for the past ten days Florence has on occasion been visited by Reginald, a trusted Irish Wolfhound whom we lost not six weeks past. I have seen the dear animal myself sitting at my wife’s side and offering her comfort through his presence. I do not know what to make of it.

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Dear reader,

The investigation of ghosts – and all matters paranormal – is my passion. For twelve years or more I have sought the secret to understanding the nature of what so many spiritualists call the other planes of existence, and yet they escape me.

Now, with the aid of your technology and the Watson Tempographicator, I am able to reach across the years to discover the truth of my time in the stories of yours.

Through your stories and accounts I hope to grasp a greater understanding of what drives us mortals to reach out to the departed and them to, apparently, reach back to us.

Sincerely, 

Dr. M. Keynes