Recent Facebook chat about when are we ever not in church being exorcised, mused by a Deep South amiga I named “Killing Them Softly” 😉
Killing Them Softly Was just reading about a shaman who helped Wm. Burroughs, a man I genuinely thought less talented than demon possessed. http://realitysandwich.com/…/the-exorcism-of-william…/
Killing Them Softly Turns out, he was always talented but the great shame society and loved ones dumped on him for his natural sexuality caused a rift that allowed negativity to breed.
Wacko Wizard A bit more to the Burroughs article than the title suggests. Exorcism, as noted, very dangerous to the exorcist, who is the malevolent spirit’s true target, the possessed is the mal spirit’s bait, and the exorcist is God’s bait. I was never allowed or given that to do in that way, although one time, a woman brought to me admitted she had made a deal with Evil and I tried to persuade her she did not wish to go down that road, and she said she was going to do it, because she’s had a horrible time of it and the spirit was offering her something better. The new age therapist , who had connected me with the woman, was sitting in, observing, and she was freaked out after it was over. How I was given to do it was, in keeping with my training, clues from the subject, and nudgings, or shovings, from the angels, to take the subject step by step through a process that eventually, perhaps in a few weeks, or longer, would liberate the subject from whatever had hold of the subject, and deliver the subject into the hands of the angels, or into something at least more correct for the subject. Most subjects went along for a while, but few were prepared to go the distance. That new age therapist went a long ways, and mostly the angels did it for her.
As the Burroughs article explains, there is grave threat to the exorcist and even to the exorcist’s helpers. There is zero latitude for being egotistical in this kind of work. Humility, caution and respect for the possessing spirit, and full reliance on God, to use a word comfortable tome, is the only safe position for the therapist, and for the subject.
Killing Them Softly So too could life itself be described.
Killing Them Softly “There is zero latitude for being egotistical in this kind of work. Humility, caution and respect for the possessing spirit, and full reliance on God, to use a word comfortable to me, is the only safe position for the therapist, and for the subject.”
Killing Them Softly Had a friend in high school try to talk me into joining his “coven”. Not understanding that my flippant response was not due to ignorance, he went into the sales pitch. I still laugh at the thought but I was kind enough to explain that the “Devil” has a very important job of separating the souls who strive for goodness from those who’d prefer otherwise and that his reward for tempting weak ones was not at all what he was expecting. To put it mildly.
Killing Them Softly Slippery as anything one cannot grasp, one can be tempted even with the idea of piety. The best course is to laugh at one’s self a lot when assing up. Row, row, row your boat, laugh, laugh, laugh at your stupid ass. 🙂 Merrily, merrily.
Wacko Wizard I once had a pretty good friend, who was a Methodist minister. He was convinced that if you didn’t attend church regularly, then you surely would die and go to hell. He was especially concerned about a mutual friend of ours, who didn’t attend church much. I said our mutual friend is meeting with God in a different forum/way, and not to fret for him. The minister could not imagine that was possible. Eventually, 2005, I asked the minister, if the Devil wanted to hide where nobody would think to look for him, where would that be? The minister said he did not know. I said, in a church. That, too, seemed unimaginable to the minister, in whose church I had seen the Devil working quite a few times.
I had similar experiences in a number of other churches. Finally, I didn’t feel inclined, or the need, to attend church services, although I might visit a church from time to time when it is empty, for myself. And sometimes, because it seems I need to be there for some reason and I will know the reason while I’m there. I had that happen around Thanksgiving, with a mega evangelical satellite TV church. Gosh, Eliz, when are we ever not in church?
Not a day passes the angels on my case don’t tell me there is room for more improvement of me, and most days, they don’t be all that nice when they say it.
Killing Them Softly mmmhmmm and LET me start thinking I’m on my game and a decent person. “Well isn’t somebody awfully FOND of their little old selves, eh?” Pssssssht they say.