In The Army Now
…continued
After my Second Official Exorcism with Father Ryan and my dinner with Lee, demons remained quiet, for the most part, into the next day. Father Ryan told me to tell them, every time they started talking,
“In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to leave, and not to bother me or my loved ones.”
After he said this, his assistant asked,
“Does that work on exes too?”
Father Ryan replied, with a very straight face,
“Yes. Yes, in fact, it does.”
That night, as I was sitting on the porch smoking, I kept seeing something pass by. It was a misty-looking something; and I’d just barely catch the movement in my peripheral. Sometime that night, demon said, groggily,
“Them ‘mangels did kick my ass for you…”
(‘mangels = “mangy angels")
After I was in bed, I heard a strange unexplainable sound, which I can only describe as the sound of metal bending, or gears grinding together. Something like that. One of my cats was in bed with me, under the covers, and she poked her head out, looking around at the sound. Her eyes rested on the space behind my headboard, and then she ducked back beneath the blanket. I knew that these sound effects were designed to worry me and keep me from falling asleep, so I said,
“In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to leave…”
I heard a voice, out loud, coming from right beside my bed, respond,
“I don’t want to.”
Then my face and one arm were being brushed by ghostly fingers, and my pillow felt as if it was moving slightly. It felt as if he was trying to do the haunted pillow trick, but was too weak. I punched the pillow again, just like I did before, and told it once again,
“In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you…”
Then I fell asleep, with my exorcism prayers CD playing on repeat.
The next day was Sunday, and I went to church that morning. The exorcism prayers CD had stopped on its own during the night. The demons didn’t say much until after church. After church, I stayed a while and prayed for both Lee and Jorge, because they are nonbelievers. I was honest. I told God that I, personally, don’t want to see or speak with Jorge ever again; but that it would be my hope that someone else, perhaps, might be sent into his life to give him that message. I said that as far as forgiveness is concerned, that might be the best I can do for now. I said that I’d be happy to work on Lee, if He'd help me.
Back in the truck, I took out my phone to text Father Ryan, because he’d asked me to let him know how things went that night. As soon as I started typing a message about the sounds and the voice, the demon spoke up, saying,
“Yeah, they have forgiven you for your sins, that’s the truth; because they wouldn’t have helped you if they hadn’t. And yeah, all that stuff he blessed for you is blessed as fuck; because they were with you, that’s the truth.”
I gave some of the sacramentals Father Ryan had blessed to my parents and to Stephanie. I talked to Stephanie later that day, and she told me that the previous night had been quiet at her house; however on this day, her youngest daughter was hearing ‘owls.’ We had both been concerned that driving the demons away from me would only result in their moving in with her. We feel that that’s the reason they started messing with her anyway; it’s a threat, to me, to either stop fighting and let them stay, or they’ll torture my family. Around this time, the demons began referring to themselves as “demonic entities,” and started pretending to tell Satan stuff about me. Every now and then, I’d hear something like,
“Satan, this bitch right here is not worth it!”
Meanwhile, Lynette was advising me,
“Don’t talk to it or invite it,”
…which just made me face palm. She had the best of intentions. Really, just about everyone I’ve discussed this matter with does seem to have the best of intentions; but they don’t understand. Unless you’ve experienced this yourself, you’ll never comprehend what it’s like to hear this stuff constantly.
A few days later, Stephanie told me that she'd noticed that she would suddenly become very tired whenever she tried to read the Bible; and that she’d been having sudden, out-of-character, anxiety attacks. I was focused on finishing my last papers for my master’s degree. I finished the very last paper one evening after working for several hours straight. Demon, who had been quiet while I was working, commented then,
“That is not too bad, Hashbrown. That is not too bad at all.”
It was as if he’d been polite, by allowing me to work uninterrupted.
I guess I pissed him off after that, though; because he was touching me in bed again that night. That day, incidentally, was also the first day that I gave advice to someone I’d met on social media. I explained some things to this person I’d run across who's dealing with something similar. As we were corresponding, demon said,
“Son of a bitch! Satan! This bitch right here is gonna mess everything up for us!”
This was when I decided to place the blessed items – including blessed salt that Lynette had sent me—under my mattress and in my pillowcases. The next night, demon shook my mattress a little bit, and then muttered,
“Fuck Lynette Catholic Bitchface.”
I advised Stephanie to do the same; because her next report was of hearing hissing and growling at night in her bedroom.
In the days that followed, I noticed that when I played my exorcism CD at home 24/7, the demon would talk more when I left the house. With that CD playing, he’d talk some; but as soon as I got in the truck to drive somewhere, he’d be jabbering away. One day when my Dad was visiting, he, my cat, and I, all heard a crash from the kitchen. There was only the one cat in the house at the time; and she was in the room with us. She ran into the kitchen to investigate the sound. Dad looked at me and asked,
“What was that?”
I shrugged my shoulders, and went to investigate for myself. It sounded like something falling, or someone in the kitchen messing with something; but I never discovered anything out of place. I think that’s when Dad started believing me.
I had asked Father Ryan to contact Stephanie, because she might need a home visit also. He never did. Oddly enough, Lynette had asked her pastor, who has also performed exorcisms, to contact me; and he never did. Coincidence? Maybe. They’re probably both very busy men. Still, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if demonic influence played a part in this. Perhaps demons made them forget, made them too tired to call, or even “whispered” to them that we don’t really need their help. At this point, I was still trying to figure all of this out. To be honest, I am still in the process of figuring this out; but I’ve come a long way. What I knew at this point, was that this exorcism was a lot more powerful than the last one had been. The “more peaceful overall” effect lasted nearly two weeks.
However, demon eventually went back to his regular comedy/horror routine; one minute threatening my pets, and the next cracking jokes. I told him that he will not do anything to my pets, because they are God's pure creatures. He'd usually revert back to comedy after such a rebuking. One morning I looked in the mirror to see that my hair was horribly tangled and sticking out in all directions. Demon said,
"Yeah, your hair is not that damn far from needing an exorcism... but you a beautiful Catholic."
Another time, in the grocery store, I paused to consider buying a jar of salsa con queso. Demon said,
"If you don't buy that, this demon will slap your mother, because that right there is some good shit!"
He also started judging everything I did as either “Very Catholic” or “Very Protestant.” He'd say things like,
“You’re as Catholic as the Pope!”
Or,
“You’re as Catholic as the Pope is black!”
These are only a few examples, of course. The conversation was, and still is, pretty much constant. I think this is the reason why so many people –even some who are having similar experiences—still believe that these are “friendly spirits.” I have only met one —ONE—who is as strong of a telepath as myself. None of the other mediums out there, not even the famous ones on TV, even come close. I’m not bragging; truly, I see this as a curse. I point it out merely to say that the mediums out there who are not hearing everything might be more easily deceived into thinking that these are good spirits. If I only heard the jokes, I might think that myself.
As my third official exorcism with Father Ryan drew closer, Stephanie began reporting more occurrences at her house; specifically that she had awakened one night to a disembodied voice saying “I love you,” and that her daughters were hearing and seeing strange things. Her oldest daughter was hearing what she described as static; and sound effects such as a cat meowing, when the only cat in the house was within view, and fast asleep. Her younger daughter continued to hear owls, and had seen a scary face in her mirror. Stephanie also told me that her older brother, my cousin “Ned,” was having experiences as well, but he wouldn’t share the details.
One day, I went to visit yet another cousin, one I haven’t previously mentioned. I'll call her “Kelly.” For a while, I had stayed away from other people as much as possible, because I felt as if I’d be exposing them to demons by hanging around them, and that my presence might have some negative effects. At this point, however, as I came to understand them better, I had realized what a silly notion that was. Demons are everywhere. They can travel anywhere they want, and find out anything they want to know about anyone. So, having something I needed to discuss with Kelly, I knocked on her door one day.
As soon as she greeted me at the door, I heard a cacophony of whispering. It definitely sounded like more than one demon whispering; and it sounded external, as if she should have been able to hear it as well. It was loud, to me; and it lasted for several minutes as I stepped into her house and followed her to her kitchen table. She didn’t seem to notice it, however, and I didn’t say anything about it. As soon as I had left her house, though —the very moment I fastened my seatbelt, in fact—demon “explained” to me,
“Yes, she is with demons too. You heard this demon and her demon whispering to each other.”
“What did you say to each other?” I asked, in my head.
Demon replied,
“Her demon say she not know she has demons. I say that you know, and you have had three exorcisms. It say me, ‘What the fuck is this right here? You know that bitch is never going to love demons!’ And I say him, ‘What the fuck is this right here? You know that bitch is never going to love demons!’ And he say, ‘Well, you know how it is. We love these Christian bitches who will never love us.’”
I was worried for Kelly in the days that followed. I prayed for her deliverance, because I did believe that she had a demon as well, even if that transcription of their conversation was a joke. I can say, happily, that I have seen Kelly three times since then, and nothing like that occurred again; so hopefully, it worked.
…to be continued
And now for a quick update...
It's almost Halloween; so, in my next few posts, I intend to scare you-- hopefully straight to church.
For now, however, I have good news!
I am pleased to announce that I was baptized on Wednesday! It was very beautiful; yet, somewhat uneventful (at least as far as paranormal experiences go). I have to say that I could feel the power in that water, as soon as Father Nicholas blessed it. That anointing oil was not exactly weak, either. I felt the coolness on my head well into the next day-- long after my hair dried-- and also a feeling of serenity. I was confirmed "Michael The Archangel," and I took communion for the first time as well.
Demons have continued to jabber, but at a lower volume, and with somewhat more pleasant conversation for the past two weeks, since the morning of Daisy's death. Whatever happened to them that night must've shaken them up pretty good. Following my baptism, they shut up for several hours; with the exception of a peep here and there. They can't resist letting me know they're still around. Both the occurrence at Daisy's death and my baptism seem to have had the same effect as a major exorcism. I’ve been hearing the “astral crickets" a lot lately, and occasionally, the tones, or ear-ringing.
Wednesday night, in bed, a demon said, very sarcastically,
"Hal-le-lu-jah. Ho-ly Christian."
This was followed by,
"You beautiful little shit. You should not have done that."
Then he tried to raise my right arm, which was thrown back on the pillow beside my head. It felt as if he was trying to raise it from within. I resisted, however, and fell asleep.
Demons have been acting as if they've been sent away, or are thinking about moving. They'll say things like,
"Marrrrrtha's Vinnnneyard is beautiful this time of year..."
So, basically, demons got another whipping, but they're not gone. I'm not really surprised. Still, I'm baptized! I have joined the church! Many people refer to this as "joining the family," and it is that; but, knowing what I know, I think that "joining the Army" is a more accurate description. We all, even those who are unaware, are involved in a spiritual war. Of course, I had already been performing services as a mercenary for quite some time; but still, now that I have officially enlisted, I couldn't be happier!
After my Second Official Exorcism with Father Ryan and my dinner with Lee, demons remained quiet, for the most part, into the next day. Father Ryan told me to tell them, every time they started talking,
“In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to leave, and not to bother me or my loved ones.”
After he said this, his assistant asked,
“Does that work on exes too?”
Father Ryan replied, with a very straight face,
“Yes. Yes, in fact, it does.”
That night, as I was sitting on the porch smoking, I kept seeing something pass by. It was a misty-looking something; and I’d just barely catch the movement in my peripheral. Sometime that night, demon said, groggily,
“Them ‘mangels did kick my ass for you…”
(‘mangels = “mangy angels")
After I was in bed, I heard a strange unexplainable sound, which I can only describe as the sound of metal bending, or gears grinding together. Something like that. One of my cats was in bed with me, under the covers, and she poked her head out, looking around at the sound. Her eyes rested on the space behind my headboard, and then she ducked back beneath the blanket. I knew that these sound effects were designed to worry me and keep me from falling asleep, so I said,
“In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to leave…”
I heard a voice, out loud, coming from right beside my bed, respond,
“I don’t want to.”
Then my face and one arm were being brushed by ghostly fingers, and my pillow felt as if it was moving slightly. It felt as if he was trying to do the haunted pillow trick, but was too weak. I punched the pillow again, just like I did before, and told it once again,
“In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you…”
Then I fell asleep, with my exorcism prayers CD playing on repeat.
The next day was Sunday, and I went to church that morning. The exorcism prayers CD had stopped on its own during the night. The demons didn’t say much until after church. After church, I stayed a while and prayed for both Lee and Jorge, because they are nonbelievers. I was honest. I told God that I, personally, don’t want to see or speak with Jorge ever again; but that it would be my hope that someone else, perhaps, might be sent into his life to give him that message. I said that as far as forgiveness is concerned, that might be the best I can do for now. I said that I’d be happy to work on Lee, if He'd help me.
Back in the truck, I took out my phone to text Father Ryan, because he’d asked me to let him know how things went that night. As soon as I started typing a message about the sounds and the voice, the demon spoke up, saying,
“Yeah, they have forgiven you for your sins, that’s the truth; because they wouldn’t have helped you if they hadn’t. And yeah, all that stuff he blessed for you is blessed as fuck; because they were with you, that’s the truth.”
I gave some of the sacramentals Father Ryan had blessed to my parents and to Stephanie. I talked to Stephanie later that day, and she told me that the previous night had been quiet at her house; however on this day, her youngest daughter was hearing ‘owls.’ We had both been concerned that driving the demons away from me would only result in their moving in with her. We feel that that’s the reason they started messing with her anyway; it’s a threat, to me, to either stop fighting and let them stay, or they’ll torture my family. Around this time, the demons began referring to themselves as “demonic entities,” and started pretending to tell Satan stuff about me. Every now and then, I’d hear something like,
“Satan, this bitch right here is not worth it!”
Meanwhile, Lynette was advising me,
“Don’t talk to it or invite it,”
…which just made me face palm. She had the best of intentions. Really, just about everyone I’ve discussed this matter with does seem to have the best of intentions; but they don’t understand. Unless you’ve experienced this yourself, you’ll never comprehend what it’s like to hear this stuff constantly.
A few days later, Stephanie told me that she'd noticed that she would suddenly become very tired whenever she tried to read the Bible; and that she’d been having sudden, out-of-character, anxiety attacks. I was focused on finishing my last papers for my master’s degree. I finished the very last paper one evening after working for several hours straight. Demon, who had been quiet while I was working, commented then,
“That is not too bad, Hashbrown. That is not too bad at all.”
It was as if he’d been polite, by allowing me to work uninterrupted.
I guess I pissed him off after that, though; because he was touching me in bed again that night. That day, incidentally, was also the first day that I gave advice to someone I’d met on social media. I explained some things to this person I’d run across who's dealing with something similar. As we were corresponding, demon said,
“Son of a bitch! Satan! This bitch right here is gonna mess everything up for us!”
This was when I decided to place the blessed items – including blessed salt that Lynette had sent me—under my mattress and in my pillowcases. The next night, demon shook my mattress a little bit, and then muttered,
“Fuck Lynette Catholic Bitchface.”
I advised Stephanie to do the same; because her next report was of hearing hissing and growling at night in her bedroom.
In the days that followed, I noticed that when I played my exorcism CD at home 24/7, the demon would talk more when I left the house. With that CD playing, he’d talk some; but as soon as I got in the truck to drive somewhere, he’d be jabbering away. One day when my Dad was visiting, he, my cat, and I, all heard a crash from the kitchen. There was only the one cat in the house at the time; and she was in the room with us. She ran into the kitchen to investigate the sound. Dad looked at me and asked,
“What was that?”
I shrugged my shoulders, and went to investigate for myself. It sounded like something falling, or someone in the kitchen messing with something; but I never discovered anything out of place. I think that’s when Dad started believing me.
I had asked Father Ryan to contact Stephanie, because she might need a home visit also. He never did. Oddly enough, Lynette had asked her pastor, who has also performed exorcisms, to contact me; and he never did. Coincidence? Maybe. They’re probably both very busy men. Still, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if demonic influence played a part in this. Perhaps demons made them forget, made them too tired to call, or even “whispered” to them that we don’t really need their help. At this point, I was still trying to figure all of this out. To be honest, I am still in the process of figuring this out; but I’ve come a long way. What I knew at this point, was that this exorcism was a lot more powerful than the last one had been. The “more peaceful overall” effect lasted nearly two weeks.
However, demon eventually went back to his regular comedy/horror routine; one minute threatening my pets, and the next cracking jokes. I told him that he will not do anything to my pets, because they are God's pure creatures. He'd usually revert back to comedy after such a rebuking. One morning I looked in the mirror to see that my hair was horribly tangled and sticking out in all directions. Demon said,
"Yeah, your hair is not that damn far from needing an exorcism... but you a beautiful Catholic."
Another time, in the grocery store, I paused to consider buying a jar of salsa con queso. Demon said,
"If you don't buy that, this demon will slap your mother, because that right there is some good shit!"
He also started judging everything I did as either “Very Catholic” or “Very Protestant.” He'd say things like,
“You’re as Catholic as the Pope!”
Or,
“You’re as Catholic as the Pope is black!”
These are only a few examples, of course. The conversation was, and still is, pretty much constant. I think this is the reason why so many people –even some who are having similar experiences—still believe that these are “friendly spirits.” I have only met one —ONE—who is as strong of a telepath as myself. None of the other mediums out there, not even the famous ones on TV, even come close. I’m not bragging; truly, I see this as a curse. I point it out merely to say that the mediums out there who are not hearing everything might be more easily deceived into thinking that these are good spirits. If I only heard the jokes, I might think that myself.
As my third official exorcism with Father Ryan drew closer, Stephanie began reporting more occurrences at her house; specifically that she had awakened one night to a disembodied voice saying “I love you,” and that her daughters were hearing and seeing strange things. Her oldest daughter was hearing what she described as static; and sound effects such as a cat meowing, when the only cat in the house was within view, and fast asleep. Her younger daughter continued to hear owls, and had seen a scary face in her mirror. Stephanie also told me that her older brother, my cousin “Ned,” was having experiences as well, but he wouldn’t share the details.
One day, I went to visit yet another cousin, one I haven’t previously mentioned. I'll call her “Kelly.” For a while, I had stayed away from other people as much as possible, because I felt as if I’d be exposing them to demons by hanging around them, and that my presence might have some negative effects. At this point, however, as I came to understand them better, I had realized what a silly notion that was. Demons are everywhere. They can travel anywhere they want, and find out anything they want to know about anyone. So, having something I needed to discuss with Kelly, I knocked on her door one day.
As soon as she greeted me at the door, I heard a cacophony of whispering. It definitely sounded like more than one demon whispering; and it sounded external, as if she should have been able to hear it as well. It was loud, to me; and it lasted for several minutes as I stepped into her house and followed her to her kitchen table. She didn’t seem to notice it, however, and I didn’t say anything about it. As soon as I had left her house, though —the very moment I fastened my seatbelt, in fact—demon “explained” to me,
“Yes, she is with demons too. You heard this demon and her demon whispering to each other.”
“What did you say to each other?” I asked, in my head.
Demon replied,
“Her demon say she not know she has demons. I say that you know, and you have had three exorcisms. It say me, ‘What the fuck is this right here? You know that bitch is never going to love demons!’ And I say him, ‘What the fuck is this right here? You know that bitch is never going to love demons!’ And he say, ‘Well, you know how it is. We love these Christian bitches who will never love us.’”
I was worried for Kelly in the days that followed. I prayed for her deliverance, because I did believe that she had a demon as well, even if that transcription of their conversation was a joke. I can say, happily, that I have seen Kelly three times since then, and nothing like that occurred again; so hopefully, it worked.
…to be continued
And now for a quick update...
It's almost Halloween; so, in my next few posts, I intend to scare you-- hopefully straight to church.
For now, however, I have good news!
I am pleased to announce that I was baptized on Wednesday! It was very beautiful; yet, somewhat uneventful (at least as far as paranormal experiences go). I have to say that I could feel the power in that water, as soon as Father Nicholas blessed it. That anointing oil was not exactly weak, either. I felt the coolness on my head well into the next day-- long after my hair dried-- and also a feeling of serenity. I was confirmed "Michael The Archangel," and I took communion for the first time as well.
Demons have continued to jabber, but at a lower volume, and with somewhat more pleasant conversation for the past two weeks, since the morning of Daisy's death. Whatever happened to them that night must've shaken them up pretty good. Following my baptism, they shut up for several hours; with the exception of a peep here and there. They can't resist letting me know they're still around. Both the occurrence at Daisy's death and my baptism seem to have had the same effect as a major exorcism. I’ve been hearing the “astral crickets" a lot lately, and occasionally, the tones, or ear-ringing.
Wednesday night, in bed, a demon said, very sarcastically,
"Hal-le-lu-jah. Ho-ly Christian."
This was followed by,
"You beautiful little shit. You should not have done that."
Then he tried to raise my right arm, which was thrown back on the pillow beside my head. It felt as if he was trying to raise it from within. I resisted, however, and fell asleep.
Demons have been acting as if they've been sent away, or are thinking about moving. They'll say things like,
"Marrrrrtha's Vinnnneyard is beautiful this time of year..."
So, basically, demons got another whipping, but they're not gone. I'm not really surprised. Still, I'm baptized! I have joined the church! Many people refer to this as "joining the family," and it is that; but, knowing what I know, I think that "joining the Army" is a more accurate description. We all, even those who are unaware, are involved in a spiritual war. Of course, I had already been performing services as a mercenary for quite some time; but still, now that I have officially enlisted, I couldn't be happier!
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