As mentioned in an earlier story I befriended two gentlemen in Pretoria who were also looking for the Truth. Soon afterward my brother-in-law Jerry and a friend Hans joined us. Jerry and my sister rented a cottage in Hazelwood (a suburb) and my sister who we then found was psychic, saw spirits wandering through the house. By this time we had a bit of knowledge of a seance (but not nearly enough!)
And decided to hold one at the house.
One evening we formed a standing circle holding hands, and waited for what we knew not. Suddenly Jerry started speaking in fluent Zulu (a local black language which he knew nothing of) and immediately Hans started shaking like a man possessed (which he was) replying in a mixture of English and Zulu. (Hans was fluent in Zulu)
With our little knowledge we realized that we had to do with two bodies taken over by Spirits and had to get them out at all costs
As their tone of voice was anger. Fortunately one of the two who I met first knew what to do and we just managed.
What a close call. The Spirits could have attacked each other as we were told subsequently that one who was a Greek was murdered in the house by the Zulu because of some or other problem. The murderer was caught and executed.
From this time on we progressed in leaps and bounds, but more in my next experience.