Love's Been A Little Bit Hard On Demons

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July 9th, 2023

Hi!

It's been a long time since I made any videos or posted on my blog. I didn't mean to delay the process for so long.
I got a little caught up in writing my first book, The Raven and the Rain Dance; and then, after publishing it in January of 2022, I had to get a real job.
This is my life's work, however, so since then, I've written another book. My second book is called Saints & Haints, and it will be available on Amazon soon in all it's versions. During this time away from blogging, I have also laid out the plans for a third, fourth, and fifth book. These forthcoming volumes will not be so much about me and my personal journey; they will be more about providing evidence. You won't believe what I've discovered.

But... now I'm really behind on blogging, and I believe that information should be free. Therefore, I am committed to posting all of my writing and all of my findings... eventually... when I get around to it.

So, the only thing I can do now is to pick up where I left off way back in 2021, beginning with the following episode, which picks up from where I left off in a post before that. Good grief. We'll get caught up eventually.

I've been laughing my ass off re-reading this one. We've come a long way!




"Love's Been A Little Bit Hard On Demons"

December 21st, 2021

Some people think that heavy metal is the Devil's music. I suppose that depends on which demon you ask.

The other day, I was listening to my old country music playlist. It's a nostalgic collection of either stuff my Mom used to listen to back in the day, or videos I saw on CMT as a child. I have to say, I was a little bit surprised that demons enjoyed Juice Newton, singer of "Love's Been A Little Bit Hard On Me," and other hits from the 80s. They remarked, looking at the album cover,
"She's a beauty queen if ever one has been sent to view... Yeah, she's pretty cool. Love's been a little bit hard on us too, so we understand."
They also said that if I ever decide to sing karaoke, I should sing "Never Had It So Good" by Mary Chapin Carpenter, because it's the only song that fits my voice.

So, my demons like country music, as well as other genres. They'll listen to anything, though; commenting cheerfully on it if they like it, and grumbling about it if they don't. I would guess that the type of music one listens to is just as likely to drive a demon away from your house, as it is to attract it. It's the same with movies. Some people think that watching horror movies will attract them. Well, it might; but the truth is they'll watch anything too. Lately I've been watching "The Crown," and, yeah, they're right there watching it along with me, though they grumble about it. They watched three religious movies the other night, too. Actually, sometimes I get a little peace and quiet by putting on a movie or some music, because they get interested and shut up for a while. They got really quiet one night while I was listening to Tori Amos. When I noticed, one of them said,
"She's a sorceress. She sings demons to sleep."


Anyway, I think it's about time to pick up where I left off way back in "My Second Official Exorcism."

...continued

After my second exorcism with Father Ryan, and my dinner date with Lee, things were, once again, quieter for a while. I was, as I had been the first time, worn out, and I slept well that night. For several days, again, I heard barely a peep out of demon. Oh, he'd comment here or there, but he sounded far away and weak. He was somewhat puny all together for a few weeks. On Mother's Day, however, I suffered a severe attack.

I had, only a few days before, gotten the package in the mail containing my Saint Michael stone. I was wearing it as a necklace, on a cord, inside the reliquary. I was probably wearing a bunch of other sacramentals also; but that's the only one I can say with certainty that I had on that day. I had driven into town to pick up carryout lunches from a restaurant for my parents and myself. On the way home, I started getting a migraine, which intensified quickly. It was the sort of severe migraine that blurs your vision, makes you want to clasp the sides of your head and scream, and makes you feel like you'll puke yourself to death if you don't die some other way first.

Needless to say, I had a difficult time driving to my parents' house. I actually pulled over several times and attempted to vomit on the roadside, to no avail. The entire time, my demon tormentors, who had been comparatively quieter for the previous few days, were literally screaming at me nonstop. I sensed that perhaps they hadn't actually caused the headache, but they were definitely taking advantage of the situation and trying to exacerbate it.

By the time I arrived at my parents' doorstep, all I could do was hand them the bags and say,
"Happy Mother's Day, but I'm sick. I need to lie down."
They know that I've suffered severe headaches since my teens; so this was somewhat concerning, yet not at all unusual. My Dad handed me a bottle of Excedrin Migraine and a soda, and I took three. They allowed me to rest on their bed, with the door closed and the room darkened, and they left me alone. When I first laid down, my head was still killing me. I remember taking the Saint Michael stone out of its reliquary and holding it in my hand. I think that was the first time I'd tried that. Almost immediately, I fell asleep; or more likely, passed out.

I woke up a few hours later, very much improved. I had the lingering soreness that is typical in the aftermath of these headaches. It's sort of like you got smacked up the side of the head with a 2x4-- but that was a while ago, so it feels a little better now. I also noticed that the demons were quieter. There seemed to be only one again; speaking only occasionally and softly, as if from a distance, like it was after my exorcisms.
Was it Excedrin or Saint Michael? I suspect it was a bit of both. I got up and enjoyed Mother's Day with my Mom; and for days after that, I affixed the Saint Michael stone to my arm with a bandaid.

As a new Catholic, I was just learning the rosary, and I had not yet prayed through the entire twenty decades in one sitting. I had planned to do that for the first time on Mother's Day, as a gift to Mother Mary. That didn't happen until the next day, because I went to bed when I got home from visiting my Mom.
I had a few theories then about that particular attack, and I haven't changed my mind about them. For one thing, I felt that the demons, weakened by my exorcisms, had been nursing themselves back to health, so to speak, while waiting quietly for an opportune time to attack again. At that point in time, my CD player still worked, and I was playing the exorcism prayers CD 24/7. I felt that they might have been more capable of launching an attack because I was away from home. I felt that they were trying to ruin Mother's Day for me; and that their intention was to stop me from being able to pray the entire rosary that day. I also felt that perhaps it was a bit of a punishment, from demons, for the exorcisms and for buying the Saint Michael stone. This may have been one of the first times it occurred to me how ironic it is that some people assume that demonic attacks are punishments from God.

Another sort of odd thing happened on Mother's Day, but this one is a positive experience. The card I'd bought for my mother was one of those intricate pop-up cards that come sealed in a plastic bag. With these cards, there will be one on display in the store, but because they're so fragile, you buy one that is still sealed in a bag and carry it home that way. The one I'd chosen for my mother featured a mama cat and her kitten swinging together on a bench swing, and read, simply:

There's love in everything you do--
and I carry it with me always.

When I was preparing Mom's gift and I finally opened the plastic bag to sign the card, there were two of the same card inside. They were sort of stuck together; a mistake, it seemed. I thought momentarily about giving the extra one to someone else; but with my grandmothers passed away, and Aunt Nell too, there's really no other mother figure in my life anymore --at least not here on Earth. So, I placed the extra card on my bookshelf, thinking,
"Well. Happy Mother's Day to me, then."
It occurred to me a bit later that what I'd been praying to Mother Mary about --aside from asking for her assistance with demons-- was for her help in being a better mother to my pets. It was that type of thought that strikes you abruptly, and you might stop in your tracks, standing still for a few moments, head tilted, going,
"Hmmm..."
It occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, there was no mistake at the card factory after all.


A few days later when I heard from Stephanie, she reported that she'd heard footsteps while she was alone in her basement on the night before Mother's Day. She also said that she was being awakened multiple times at night, sometimes by a voice, and sometimes for no apparent reason, and that she'd been experiencing anxiety, memory issues, and unexplained body aches. Once, the demon, using a sexy version of a black man's voice, had said,
"Thank you for stepping into Satan's lair..."
She had already sprinkled Holy water from Lynnette's care package in every room; which, she said, had provided serenity for about a week. Apparently, however, the demon was back in action. I had also mailed her a package with a copy of the prayer CD, some blessed salt in small containers, and other sacramentals. I advised her to try the CD, and to try stuffing her mattress and pillows with the containers of salt.

We talked a little bit about how the placement of these items should vary according to the type of torment one is experiencing, and about the limitations of their effectiveness. For example, I placed blessed items beneath my mattress and in my pillowcases, because I had a demon shaking my mattress and talking to me through my pillow. It helped with those particular forms of torment, but I am still touched from above. You see, I think most people forget that demons are spirit beings, and as such, they can float or hover. It's like I explained in "15 Weapons of Spiritual Warfare," it doesn't make much difference if you have icons hanging on the walls, because, even if they can't pass through them, they can enter through the ceiling or the floor. There's no point in opening a door or window "for the spirits to exit" when doing a sage cleansing, as some rituals call for, because they can go through the walls just fine. And, in my case, even though I probably have the most blessed bed on the planet, they can still hover over me to poke my face and jerk me awake. Still, the more you can do, the better. Make it as difficult as possible for them!

Stephanie and I also discussed our feelings about how our families were reacting. At that point in time, neither her husband, nor my parents (all Baptists) really seemed to believe us-- despite the fact that we had both recorded clear EVPs, which they had heard. They had all responded with something to the effect of,
"Yeah, it sounds like someone is talking...."
Like, as if to say,
"So... ?"
...as if they were simply failing to comprehend the implications, that if we were alone when we made those recordings, and it's not either of us who is talking, then who exactly the hell is talking??!!

I was pretty pissed off about that situation, actually. I said some things, some to Stephanie, and some to myself, some things along the lines of,
"Protestants act like that King James Bible is the very one that King James and Jesus sat down and wrote out themselves, back in 1972, and they act like every single word of it is literally true-- BUT, whenever someone with some introspection points out all the stories in the gospel about casting out demons, their response is pretty much crickets and a confounded look!"

That tickled the demons. About the time I said that, they chimed in with,
"Son of Satan, if that is not the truth!"

We also talked about how Aunt Nell would have believed us. She was, by far, the most religious of my Aunts and Uncles. Stephanie shared a story with me about how once, long before all of this, she was choked by an evil spirit, and how Aunt Nell had believed her wholeheartedly when she told her about it. Aunt Nell had shared, in turn, that someone in the family had seen an apparition of one deceased family member floating above a building, while another family member was on their deathbed. We had to end our conversation when Thea came into the room, saying that she'd heard her older sister (who wasn't around at the time) calling her name.

Meanwhile, during this time between my second and third official exorcisms with Father Ryan, demons, when they had regained their stamina, were back to their usual comedy/horror routine. They'd say funny things, like (with a fake accent),
"Joo should never have been with demonic entities!"
Or,
"Son of Satan's stepson Seamus!"
or, whenever I'd see a nasty millipede or some other creepy-crawly,
"That is Satan's second cousin Sanford,"
or,
"That is Satan's sister Susan."
If I laughed about it, they'd say,
"What the fuck is this right here? You love to listen to demonic entities' comedy show, because yes, we do love to put on a show for you beautiful bitch princesses."
But, they'd inevitably turn evil again.

I figured out something during this time; something that is really difficult to explain, but I'll do my best. I have heard this from other voice hearers as well, so we totally get it; but it's going to be a challenge explaining it to non-voice hearers.

We can change what they're saying, mid-sentence, if we really try. Which is something, I realize, that is going to make skeptics think that we're making this whole thing up; but I think I understand how it works now. They're hijacking our thoughts, in a sense. They're tapped into us somehow, and using something similar to mind-control to make us hear this stuff (telepathically). These messages come to us the same way our own thoughts do, but they're thoughts we're forced to have, thoughts which are inserted. That (if that makes any sense), plus the fact that it really is sort of a two-way connection, is why, I believe, we are capable of hijacking it back. We can override, at times, would perhaps be a better way to explain it.

For example, they might start off saying,
"Satan says..."
And of course, they're planning to continue with something evil, probably something like,
"Satan says that you will never not have demons."
But, what I (and all of us) can do, is hijack that and make them say something else instead, like,
"Satan says that he is the king of talking farts, and he's going to go flush himself down the toilet."
No, they didn't really say (think) it; I did, and they know that, and I do too, but still, it's hilarious. It's also a bit of a success, because it's stopping them from saying whatever evil, blasphemous thing they were about to say. It's not sustainable. We can't do it all the time; it would require too much of our concentration. But it can be done; for shits and giggles, if nothing else.

So, for a while there, whenever demons turned evil, I "punished" them... by making them read books about Saints, and by making them sing "Jesus Loves Me."

To be continued...