David Bowie’s Cocaine-fueled Pool Exorcism

Excerpted from the following Paranoia Magazine article:

And Along Comes Mr. Scratch
Like many rockers before and after, David had taken a liking to the good life. You know the old adage sex, drugs and rock and roll, well on top of this add a heap of consciousness expansion, an interest in the occult, and you will have the prevalent influences on what might have seemed like Bowie’s immortal being. But paranoia soon struck in the form of the ole nemesis “nose candy” commonly known as cocaine.

With the help of Bowie himself and some close associates at the time, Marc Spitz details in the just published Bowie biography (Crown) how David was living in LA just a few houses away from the LaBianca estate where Charlie Manson’s gang had terribly mutilated Sharon Tate and her friends in a ritualistic murder. Bowie had taken to doing blow regularly and was getting more and more desperate and paranoid with each passing day.

In a number of shocking revelations, Marc Spitz in the Bowie biography explains precisely what was transpiring in the pop singer’s troubled life: “While planning the follow-up to Young Americans (album), Bowie would sit in the house with a pile of high-quality cocaine atop the glass coffee table, a sketch pad and a stack of books. Psychic Self Defense (Dion Fortune) was his favorite. Its author describes the book as a ‘safeguard for protecting yourself against paranormal malevolence.’
“Using this and more arcane books on witchcraft, white magic and its malevolent counterpart, black magic, as rough guides to his own rapidly fragmenting psyche, Bowie began drawing protective pentagrams on every surface.”

Bowie told the author, “I’d stay up for weeks. Even people like Keith Richards were floored by it. And there were pieces of me all over the floor. I paid with the worst manic depression of my life. My psyche went through the roof, it just fractured into pieces. I was hallucinating 24 hours a day.” Spitz adds, “Increasingly Bowie was convinced there were witches after his semen. They were intent on using it to make a child to sacrifice to the devil, essentially the plot to Roman Polanski’s 1968 supernatural classic Rosemary’s Baby.”

Seeing that he was in desperate need, poet and song writer Cherry Vanilla hooked Bowie up with Walli Elmlark who Spitz describes as a “Manhattan-based intellectual. . . who taught classes at the New York School of Occut Arts and sciences then located on Fourteenth Street, just north of Greenwich Village,” and which the author of this article was director of from the mid 1960s for more than a decade, promoting lectures and classes by the who’s who of paranormal and UFO experts of that era, including Cleve Backster, Stanley Krippner, Jim Moseley, John Keel – and, of course, Walli Elmlark the White Witch of New York.

As added confirmation of the madness David was trying to cope with, ex wife Angie Bowie reveals even more details of his fascination and dabbling into the occult in her own personal remembrance, Backstage Passes: Life on the Wild Side With David Bowie.

“There was a beautiful Art Deco house on six acres, an exquisite site property and a terrific value at just $300,000, but he took one look at a detail I hadn’t noticed, a hexagram painted on the floor of a circular room by the previous owner, Gypsy Rose Lee.

“A great deal of codling and reassurance got us through that crisis, and I went and found the Doheny Drive house. Built in the late fifties or early sixties, it was a white cube surrounding an indoor swimming pool. David like the place, but I thought it was too small to meet our needs for very long, and I wasn’t crazy about the pool. In my experience, indoor pools are always a problem.

“This one was no exception, albeit not in any of the usual ways. Its drawback was one I hadn’t encountered before and haven’t seen or heard of since: Satan lived in it. With his own eyes, David said, he’d seen HIM rising up out of the water one night.”

Feeling demonic forces moving in, David felt strongly that he needed an exorcism and asked that his new found friend white witch Walli Elmlark be called upon to lend her assistance to remove the evil from his surroundings.

“A Greek Orthodox Church, in LA would have done it for us (there was a priest available for such a service, the people had told me) but David wouldn’t have it. No strangers allowed, he said. So there we stood, with just Walli’s instructions and a few hundred dollars’ worth of books, talismans, and assorted items from Hollywood’s comprehensive selection of fine occult emporia.

“There he (David Bowie) was, then, primed and ready. The proper books and doodads were arranged on a big old-fashioned lectern. The incantation began, and although I had no idea what was being said or what language it was being said in, I couldn’t stop a weird cold feeling rising up in me as David droned on and on.

“There’s no easy or elegant way to say this, so I’ll just say it straight. At a certain point in the ritual, the pool began to bubble. It bubbled vigorously (perhaps “thrashed” is a better term) in a manner inconsistent with any explanation involving air filters or the like.”

The rock and roll couple watched in amazement. Angie says she tried to be flippant – “’Well, dear, aren’t you clever? It seems to be working. Something’s making a move, don’t you think?’ – but I couldn’t keep it up. It was very, very strange; even after my recent experiences I was having trouble accepting what my eyes were seeing.”

Angie insists that she would peak through the glass doors leading to the pool every so often and was dumb founded by what she saw. “On the bottom of the pool was a large shadow, or stain, which had not been there before the ritual began. It was in the shape of a beast of the underworld; it reminded me of those twisted, tormented gargoyles screaming silently from the spires of medieval cathedrals. It was ugly, shocking, malevolent; it frightened me.

“I backed away from it feeling very strange, went through the doorway, and told David what I’d seen, trying to be nonchalant but not doing very well. He turned white but eventually became revived enough to spend the rest of the night doing coke. He wouldn’t go near the pool, though.

“I still don’t know what to think about that night. It runs directly counter to my pragmatism and my everyday faith in the integrity of the “normal” world, and it confuses me greatly. What troubles me the most is that if you were to call that stain the mark of Satan, I don’t see how I could argue with you.”

“David, of course, insisted that we move from the house as quickly as possible, and we did that, but I’ve heard from reliable sources (Michael Lipman for one, the property’s real estate agent) that subsequent tenants haven’t been able to remove the shadow. Even though the pool has been painted over a number of times, the shadow has always come back.”

39 Responses to “David Bowie’s Cocaine-fueled Pool Exorcism”

  1. 1 dummidumbwit
    June 13, 2010 at 12:07 pm

    In his defense, the Brian Jones thing was prolly on his mind, better safe than sorry??
    2 seconds ago ·

  2. 2 Manco
    June 15, 2010 at 12:50 pm

    What a bunch of bullshit. The ego of these motherfuckers is unbelievable. As if anyone or anything truly cares about the semen of the Thin White Duke. With the amount of drugs going into that cat’s system, it’s not as if he would have had the healthiest spunk to begin with. Better for some demon to possess some Midwest meat-and-potato-eating asshole with strong spunk for impregnating ladies and overpopulating the planet with his idiotic offspring.

    And since when does Satan get his jollies off leaving skid marks in people’s pools? Again, a bunch of bullshit imagined by the cocaine-addled brains of a couple of freaks.

    Let me explain it to you dim-witted bastards who can’t seem to let go of the 16th century: there are no demons, devils, witches and evil spirits. There are no sea monsters waiting to attack your ship as you make you way to the new world. Believe it or not the Earth is not flat, and is not even the center of the universe. It’s crazy stuff, I know! Just as crazy is the fact that there is no cloud-being sitting on some throne above looking down on you. There is no eternal fight between good and evil. It’s all pig snot, thought up by a load of bollocks-chewing dillweeds to keep us divided and stupid. Don’t believe the hype.

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  4. 4 dummidumbwit
    June 20, 2010 at 6:32 pm

    Toby, your concept that the Rocks stars at the top of the entertainment cpaitalism enterprise with willing gold digging women who will satify their every whim for a shot at the limelight and social whirls have a low sperm count, while some doofus welding mufflers in Kokomo Indian has the high jizzum factor is simply ludicous and defies common sense and logic?? Ha Ha!!

  5. 5 dummidumbwit
    June 20, 2010 at 6:52 pm

    Toby, your concept that the Rocks stars at the top of the entertainment capitalism enterprise with willing gold digging women who will satify their every whim for a shot at the limelight and social whirls have a low sperm count, while some doofus welding mufflers in Kokomo Indiana has the high jizzum factor is simply ludicrous defies common sense and logic?? Ha Ha!!

  6. 7 Manco
    June 21, 2010 at 10:35 am

    Dummi: You should do some research before you try and antagonize someone, you wretched pile of puke.

    Cocaine use reduces the amount of healthy sperm. Your argument would work if Johnny didn’t just post a story about a guy who had piles of coke sitting on his tables. Did you even read the fucking story, you moron? The guy was coked out of his mind. Therefore, he was merely shooting diseased spunk into the vaginal and anal cavities of his sexual conquests, which does not yield a satanic child. However, your friend from Indiana who does not engage in the evils of drug use and has healthy sperm would be a much likelier target of the dark lord when it comes to bringing his progeny into existence. And, furthermore, what is more hellish than being born in Indiana?

  7. June 22, 2010 at 9:47 am

    Manco and Dummi,

    Please terminate the horseshit. Your asinine comments, two-bit insults, and pathetic display of debilitating genetic impairment is unendurable. Surely in your town there are gun shops and black market pharmacological distributors (who deal in large amounts of powerful pills) who can assist you in ending mankind’s suffering.

  8. 9 Johnny
    June 22, 2010 at 6:12 pm

    Mind your own fucking business, boy.

  9. June 22, 2010 at 8:17 pm

    Well, ain’t you a snotty little uppity prick!

  10. 11 Johnny
    June 23, 2010 at 10:29 am

    Yeah, I am. What are you gonna do about it, bitch?

  11. June 23, 2010 at 3:40 pm

    For one, I am going to ask you to be polite and respectful. Secondly, I am going to notify your mother, or legal guardian about your naughty antics here on my blog.

  12. 13 Manco
    June 24, 2010 at 10:21 am

    See, I’m not the only one who thinks Johnny is a complete and utter douchebag. It’s funny that it took another bloke named Johnny to point this out.

    Peepers loves to pass himself off as some objective, open-minded saint of the proletariat, but pops a gasket whenever two readers engage in a debate that actually stems from the article he fucking posted. Peepers: You don’t know if you’re coming or going, you scatter-brained freak.

    From what I can gather, Peepers has no place preaching to the proletariat. This rat-faced bastard never posts about the work he does. That’s probably because he sits on his ass collecting government checks. I have no problem with this. I believe strongly in the miracle of loopholes, but you don’t see me preaching to the masses about how they need to uplift themselves spiritually and go on liquid diets and only fuck standing up. No siree, I could care less about any of you. Yet Peepers is going to save your soul and take you up on the hill to play with his jellyfish. It’s a lie. And the more I see of lies, the more I hate them.

  13. 14 dummidumbwit
    June 25, 2010 at 10:51 am

    The proletariat?? Ha Ha!! Maybe we just pissed him off so bad that he had to have his meds switched and it’s not a different Johnny but Peepers manifesting multiple personalities as a result, did U condider that?? Ha Ha!!

  14. 15 dummidumbwit
    June 25, 2010 at 11:02 am

    And besides, the Proletariat is currently busy fanatsizing being wrestled to the ground and forced to sau UNCLE by a oil soaked Bikini clad match involving Palin Bachmann and Nikki Haley to offset the dehabilitating effects of prior Coacaine use on ther low sperm count Peckers, trust me I know these things Ha Ha!!

  15. June 25, 2010 at 1:47 pm

    Mr. Dummi,

    Although everyone’s input is somewhat valued at Dillsnap Cogitations, we ask that you refrain from posting consecutive and/or off-topic comments. Thank you for your attention to this matter.

    – Too Blessed to Stress

  16. 18 Manco
    June 25, 2010 at 4:52 pm

    No, Dummi! I didn’t consider that! Ha ha ha ha! Oh Oh Oh! Ha Ha Ha Ha! Eeeee Eeeee Eeeee!

    Jesus, you’re a moron.

  17. 19 satan's_child666
    June 26, 2010 at 9:55 am

    fuck ur “god”
    burn the baby
    kill the father
    and call the ma fuckin ghost busters on that fuckin spirit bastard!!!!!!!

  18. 21 Zanders
    November 19, 2010 at 5:19 am

    Does Bowie ever confirm the pool story, or do we only have the word of his ex-wife?

    She could have said anything to help sell her book.

  19. November 19, 2010 at 3:51 pm

    I have not found any evidence of Bowie corroborating Angela’s claims. I did, however, find an interesting link detailing Bowie’s involvement with the occult.


  20. 23 Anonymous
    May 20, 2012 at 5:31 am

    I say it’s nun but bullshit don’t get me wrong tho their is good & bad you know, but that cheese you were on was really good that got you hallucinating really good.

  21. March 11, 2014 at 6:39 pm

    i answered the phone when david & angie called that night, as i was walli’s boyfriend (i was 19 & lived with her for 2 years during that period), though i know longer remember which of them made the call initially anymore. after i put walli on the phone, she 1st proceeded to give david instructions, & after the call, lighting candles & joining hands in a circle on the pentagram she’d had done on the parquet flooring of her apt (sometime before i met her), before collectively casting a spell to protect bowie. i remember hearing on the radio the following morning that david had admitted himself into a psychiatric hospital/institute (or shold i say insta-toot) somewhere in la. the next time i heard/saw david was the night i was watching the grammies, where he presented an award alongside aretha franklin, & dressed in that white suit of his…

  22. February 24, 2016 at 9:30 pm

    > …Charlie Manson’s gang had terribly mutilated Sharon Tate…
    Is there any evidence she was actually killed? I understand a picture of her got mutilated…

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