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MY MOTHER, THE EXORCIST by Sandy Frazier [Originally written in 1994; updated in
1997] In the press she has been referred to as
a "Ghostbuster." One
article written about her was even titled Psychic 'ain't
afraid of no ghost.' Now she is fast becoming
known as an exorcist. Elizabeth
Baron, my mother, has been a successful psychic/trance medium for nearly
twenty years. She has gained a solid
reputation for her uncanny accuracy and her amazing gift as a medium all over
America. She is one of America's
leading professionals of the paranormal. My mother is also an enlightened
being... not because of her special gifts, not because of her talents...
simply because of the way she lives her life. She gives off a special aura that reflects a deep calm she has
been blessed with so that she may do her work for a higher cause. She gives of her time and resourcefulness
generously, working with the police and others extensively free of
charge. But her peace of mind didn't
come easy. Her life reads just like a
Hollywood film about a woman caught between spiritual thought and physical
temptation; of earthly desires and the Higher purpose she came here to
fulfill. Her autobiography tells of a
girl borne in poverty in the back hills of Tennessee; raised a fundamentalist
Baptist, she was the last person she or anybody else ever thought would
become a channel for a spirit of a nun called St. Catherine of Siena. At her lowest ebb, she was visited by the
spirit of the famous 14th-Century Catholic nun who prophesied that she would
teach many how to become enlightened beings. Orphaned at seven, she had already been
through hell and back with her nine brothers and sisters who all were adopted
and placed into separate foster homes.
She had witnessed her father shooting himself almost to death and had
already had her first psychic vision of her own grandfather's death. But it wasn't until her thirties, four
marriages and seven children later that she started to really live her life
purpose. Toward the late '70s, she
hit rock bottom when one night she was beaten and raped. She landed in the hospital with a skull
fracture and brain concussion. That
was the turning point in her life, which led her to California on a great
journey of self-discovery that was to culminate in her learning that St.
Catherine had chosen her to be her channel.
She resisted at first, but several years later she realized that she
had a great mission in life. St.
Catherine was not only there to bring forth messages to people (they came in
droves) but was also there to help my mother teach people to meditate and
heal themselves of a lifetime of pain.
She went on to help thousands of people with her gift of prophecy and
the great teachings that have been led every step of the way by her great
spiritual guide. At the same time,
she was healing herself of the remains of the pain brought on by her
traumatic childhood. After I returned home to New York from
visiting her in Charleston in 1994, my mother called to tell me Geraldo
Rivera's producer had called to ask her to come to New York City to perform
an exorcism on a haunted brownstone apartment building. The live exorcism of one of his producer's
homes was aired on the program's taping we attended on May 17th. There was another psychic on the show as
well as Geraldo's "aces in the hole" (he has these
"entertainers" on the program in case his main subjects don't pan
out); but my mother stole the show.
She sat on a panel of several people who claim to have experienced
hauntings of various kinds; although her exorcism of the producer's haunted
Manhattan home was the central focus of the program. My mother's psychic visions have led her
to become a part of so many different circumstances where her gift has proven
most beneficial. In 1986 she humbly
and respectfully warned the Secret Service to beef up security around
President Reagan after having seen a vision of an attempted
assassination. They did, indeed, increase
security and eventually found a gun with a note on it: "Mr. President,
this gun is for you." Her numerous incredible predictions have
been documented in the press over the years since 1987. Many of her clients came forward to thank
her for warning them of "many rainy days in the Fall of '89" prior
to the devastating Hurricane Hugo which she and her own family suffered
through. I remember before the
hurricane, all the radio stations started calling her to ask her what would
happen. She simply told them,
"You'll know what my prediction is when you see me leave town
myself," and she did. As she
left town, she called the radio station where her own talk show aired and
told them they needed to warn the people not to just go to the suburbs. "This hurricane will go deep into the
state of South Carolina. Go at least
100 miles west and you'll be safe."
Her "guide" had told her a month before that she would be
going to the mountains during a catastrophe.
She and her guardian angel, St.
Catherine, literally became celebrities in 1989 when she began doing the
"morning drive time" segment of many popular rock and roll radio
shows in Charleston as well as being mentioned in society columns in the
paper referred to as "the controversial channel and her Saint" who
had, in life, been one of the most modern women to ever live. Her work with law enforcement is well
documented in the press. Perhaps the
most publicized case she ever worked on was the case of the missing bridge
inspector, Ralph Terry Griggs in South Carolina. Our friend and the leading private investigator on this and
many other cases, Howard Comen, consulted St. Catherine every step of the way
in trying to find the missing man.
Little did they know, their purpose wasn't to actually find the
missing man, but rather to expose a whole lot of serious corruption
surrounding the case. She tranced and
let Catherine come through to reveal to the FBI and the Department of
Transportation that the pilings were done wrong on the crosstown expressway. She told them to refer to the lower half of
page 121 in the 5,000 page contract.
The outcome was that it was brought to their attention by State Senator
Passailaigue, who they went
to for help, and a complete investigation resulted. Indeed the work was stopped on a section of the bridge and the
problem corrected which probably saved more lives and tax-payers' dollars
than we'll ever know. The bridge
inspector's body was never found and she believes he is buried in the
pilings; but she feels satisfied that a lot of important things were
accomplished because of her and Mr. Comen's involvement. One of her successes was documented in
the Post Courier - Disappearance
of sailors still a mystery. Jean-Yves Lallinec and
Isabel Seither of France were meeting with Greg Flynn, a Charleston real
estate agent and sailing enthusiast, who was helping them search for two
friends who had vanished while sailing a catamaran to the Caribbean. Flynn suggested my mother, Elizabeth
Baron, who joined them in the search.
She went into a trance asking St. Catherine to enter her body and
offer spiritual guidance. With a tape
recorder on, Howie Comen, private investigator and
fellow-"Ghostbuster," asked her questions. "Exorcism is an ancient rite
in the Catholic church designed to cast out evil from a place or a
person. The church does not like to
talk about exorcisms but they do occur all over the world. Recently a family in South Carolina went
through a harrowing ordeal that ended in a kind of an exorcism." The Jones's were kind of skeptical
themselves but couldn't deny what they had seen with their own eyes. The sounds of their brother's funeral
music and the barking of his dog had been heard. My mother told them "Our purpose is to try to help him to
have some peace and to be able to say, in a kind and loving way, good-bye to
his family and help him to go into the Light. That's what we hope to accomplish. His spirit and his feelings are right here very much and so my spirit
can tune in to those feelings and tell you what he is feeling." In Her Own Words Following is the brief story she tells
her clients over and over each day about how she came to channel the spirit
of the fourteenth-century nun, St. Catherine of Siena. "I have been working full time
as a psychic (a trance medium, to be specific) since 1978 when I was visited
by the spirit of what appeared to be a lady in white. She came to me at 5:00 a.m. on a cold
February Chicago morning just as I awoke and turned the light on by my
bedside to read a little before my children got up. The "spirit" appeared in a glorious bright light that
seemed to inundate my very soul! She
told me I had a mission and that she would like to work through me to help
others to feel good about themselves and to help the world to be a better
place. My little daughter Thereasa,
who was six years old at the time, came to my bedroom doorway and asked,
"Who was that nun, Mommy?"
My life would never be the same.
* * * When I was sixteen years old, it was
very difficult for me to understand what had gone wrong in our lives. Mom was at her lowest ebb. She had just gone through her third
divorce and all our lives were in the midst of a traumatic upheaval. She knew she had no choice but to retreat
and find herself; St. Catherine would literally save her from herself. I understand now that her struggles and
pain led my mother to become a medium in order to help people in ways I could
never have imagined back then. So my
younger sisters went to live with our dad; my brother, Johnny joined the
Army; and I went to work in an office by day and performed as a musician at
night. My mom packed up everything
she could fit in one car and left our home in Chicago to drive to San Diego. The trance medium must
be able to discipline him- or herself to fall into a much deeper, faithful
trance trusting his body to the material world for a time that he may
"loan" himself to an entity.
He becomes somnolent, as though hypnotized, as he "passes
away" becoming absorbed into a transient state of being. "As a medium, I am able to
listen and tune in to discarnate spirits as they give me information to pass
on to whomever I am reading for. Sometimes
referred to as a "channel," I am an intermediary between the
earthly world and the world of the spirits in the Great Beyond." * * * The person who returned back home to
Chicago from San Diego definitely looked like my mother (although much
healthier, tanned and thinner) but the personality inside (her spirit) had
drastically changed. We became
roommates and she gradually started easing time in to work as a medium. I think it was difficult for her to accept
at first because people think you're nuts when you tell them you're a psychic
or medium! I remember when my mother
first started using her gift as a medium professionally. It took her a long time to realize she
even had a special gift. I
think she had it a long time before she ever started "tuning in"
the way psychics do; but for her to accomplish the things she has since, took
a great deal of faith in the Holy Spirit which filled her mind with the
mission and her mouth with the words. I remember those days well! I worked two jobs by day and would play my
music in clubs at night. Mom started
out doing readings for $5.00 and each time she would do a reading, we got to
go out to eat! Then she'd go with me
to watch me play my guitar and sing at night. She was always so supportive of me spiritually and
artistically. Slowly, but surely, mom
started forming little meditation groups.
She started out by writing a small pamphlet on colour meditations that
eventually grew into our seven-year collaboration and became a book, The
Art of Silence (Meditating the Western Way), about the principles of
meditation, which she was led by St. Catherine to teach.
Sitting in a circle on the floor, the last one to
enter shuts the door. They've come to
hear a bit about themselves - clues to get
them through another day. Mom tells it like this: "When I first returned to Chicago,
I was amazed at how many people were interested in psychic phenomena. I was frequently invited by these rich
women to their big, old homes; and they took a real interest in what I
did. They would gather about ten
women together and hire me for the evening to do psychic readings for them
all and kind of make a party of it - I was their entertainment for the
evening. I was asked to come to their
churches to speak about life after death.
You can imagine how shocked I was when nuns and priests began calling
on me for the same reasons! But my
work as an exorcist is perhaps the most fulfilling aspect of my career. I have found, in most cases, the ghost
appears when the person or people living in the house have serious problems
in their own lives, which attracts a like entity. I feel very pleased and content working in this capacity; and
it is a real blessing and a privilege to be able to help people with spirits
who have unfinished business and do not know how to go into the Light." * * * In the Spring of 1995, I was busy
working on projects with my mother - long distance, as always. We'd been through so much together and we
both had a very strong feeling that new doors were about to open up. It was the culmination of the past nine
years - all our books, ideas and projects were coming together as part of the
great plan of completion. Mom had
made predictions, such as the World Trade Center bombing and was predicting
that much more terrorism will invade our country in the future - all
centering on New York, "The New City," as Nostradamus referred to
it. She told the press in her annual
predictions that we've been experiencing what were the beginnings of another
great war. I knew it to be true; I,
myself, have had so many vivid dreams over the past ten years about
terrorists coming from other countries and war in our streets. "Carnage" is a word that's just
never been used to describe disasters in America. The thought of it all was sad and frightening. We were becoming more and more aware of
the reality that freedom is something we should never take for granted. With the Oklahoma City bombing, we knew
our country was in serious trouble. In April, my mother came to New York so
we could have a meeting with prospective agents at the William Morris
Agency. We strongly believed the
spirits led us to them just at that particular time. Everything seemed to be aligning just
perfectly. I'd been inside many
skyscrapers of New York City; in between being a starving artist and a
struggling musician, I worked as a temp.
It felt good to be going into a Manhattan office on our behalf
instead of as a temp. I had
documented so much of what she'd done - in writing, videotaping and
recording. We had our presentation
ready - complete with a video compilation of much of my mother's outstanding
work over the years. We were prepared
to meet the opportunities that lay ahead.
**She helped draw a sketch of the Low Country serial rapist six months
before police caught the suspected rapist, Duncan Procter. d
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