Archive for June, 2011

June 13, 2011

False Voices – by Karyn B. Alexander

I write briefly about this dire issue in my column, “Voices of the Nation”: answering the call of a false voice.

 Today I sat outside to get a little sun and to relax. I live in a rural area of Kentucky, where the hills are rugged, the trees are vast, and humanity is scarce.

There are no modern conveniences. Even water is not available. As my neck of the woods tries to modernize even a small amount, nothing really changes.

This afternoon, something did change. I heard an alarm siren: the kind they have in the city to warn for storms or attacks. It had my attention. It wasn’t distant, but sounded as though it were at the bottom of my hill.

Curious, I stood still to hear the new invasion of modern technology.

 As soon as the siren began its call, something began to answer.

The wail began with one howl; it was an animal. I recognized the sound of a coyote. It was the middle of the day, rare to hear a coyote at that time.

The sound soon turned into moaning, kind of a low rolling howl. The crescendo of the voices began screaching, and it was deafening. The natural howl of a pack of coyote became a large orchesta of what sounded like hundreds. The noise echoed through the valley and flowed to my backyard.

It was a matched tone and quality, rivaling the volume and intensity of the siren. It was as though the animals were calling back to what they thought was their “mothership.” The intended communication was in full tilt.

I was surprised that this natural animal was answering a call unlike its own. It responded to a “like” voice, but found no brotherhood in it.

I was also surprised that a crafty animal could be falsely lured by a voice of another’s making; a false voice.

This same scenario unfolded in my life once before. It wasn’t the call of the wild, but the call of a spirit.

I was alone; I was a child, and I heard and felt a voice call. It did not speak audibly, but through the spirit.

I followed the voice into my kitchen one night and found a bright light staring back at me. I heard and responded; I was perhaps four or five-years old at the time.

After its intentional call, I spoke back to the light with my spirit, but spoke in fear. Like the coyote, I found no brotherhood in this voice.

It drew me in though. Closer and closer, it pulled me to itself. I learned to obey the voice, as it became my master for many years.

As frightful as the light and spirit voice were, I cooperated with its call. I interacted with the spriit voice, as it had become familiar.

The fear it produced was my unwanted companion for many years. Its instructions were not only for me, but included my sister. She, too, heard the voice. Unlike the coyote, we connected and obeyed the voice for most of our childhood years.

The voice was not authentic, it lured us, like the siren to the coyote; it was a false voice, an imitation of the real true voice.

A spirit has power, and it has dominion and can fool, just like the storm alarm that my four-legged friends heard. It will reach out to anyone who will listen.

A true and safe spirit will not bring fear, but peace and love.

When listening or even calling to the great unknown, use the authentic, safe connection. Use the name of Jesus. He is the only true voice.

He is life, and is one with us in brotherhood. Amen.


To read more about this story, “Familiar Spirits” is a book written to help guide those who are lured by the false voice of the enemy. It is a compelling story of deception and danger. The truth comes in an amazing way, as children are used in the battle of good and evil.

Karyn Alexander

Executive Director, Winfield House