A man committed suicide in the Catholic church I was raised in and they went through a cleansing process because of it. I don’t recall specifically what was done but after the police, clean up etc. occurred, they went through what I understood to be a cleansing of some sort.
That’s an excellent procedure.
I’ve seen it done in New homes too.
Although I avoid doing it, I have somewhat of a reputation as a ghostbuster. I never charge, and do it just to help people out.
I do it a bit different than the priests. Virtually always, these are just unclean spirits and not demonic. Thus, I discuss with them the reason they are stuck in the earthly realm, help them to remedy it, and assist them in crossing over to Heaven.
This process will not work for the demons who never had a physical body as they cannot be remediate. They are just driven out and then you heal the wound that opened the door to allow them in.
The stories the ghosts have told me vary greatly and are often bizarre. For example, a young Italian boy that was killed in an auto accident was born in Italy and his mother who still lived in Italy was very religious. In their area of Italy, married men are buried in black suits and unmarried men are buried in white suits.
The mother arrived from Italy to claim the body, and seeing her son prepared for burial in a black suit screamed “My son is in the wrong color suit. He can’t go to Heaven.”
The son was stuck here as a ghost as he believed this was true. When a person is stuck in the etheric realm, thoughts manifest. I merely visualized him in a white suit, and in a flash of Light he looked like Mr. Clean, all bright white and shiny. He started laughing and immediately crossed over to Heaven with no problem.
The Tower of Babel concept in the Bible is very real. Same with people hearing Peter’s sermon at Pentecost in their own language.
This Italian boy spoke no English, and I spoke no Italian. The Holy Spirit lifted me above the level of language where I could hear his thoughts before they manifested as words in Italian that I couldn’t understand. The Italian thoughts at the lower level sounded like gibberish. At a higher level of prayer they were loud and clear to me.