I do remember something untoward about his final years, but I'll have to look it up.
Back in the mid 1990’s I was doing a lot of exorcisms and spirit releasement work. Through this I met many of the other people doing this work.
Of the 5 people I knew doing this work in the 1990’s, all were dead by 2005. All became popular after writing books and doing lectures. Popularity leads to pride, and pride leads to being vulnerable. Once vulnerable, they were stung.
By stung, I mean that a dark spirit moved into their soul and attacked them, bringing illness and death.
I purposely never wrote a book due to this vulnerability. If I’m lecturing and I feel people trying to give me their will, it feels like spiders crawling on my skin. Thus, I became a recluse on my secluded farm for many years.
Peck was a psychiatrist, minister, and successful author. He lived in western Connecticut, just north of I-84, a highway I traveled frequently on my way to Hartford and Boston.