Berserk
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Happy Girl,
Let's see...You just insisted that you cannot be influenced by anything you read and now you innocently contradict yourself, protesting that you're glad to read new spiritual facts and insights. No problem! The New Age ghetto is unphased by contradictory claims. Then you prejudge a book you haven't read and imply that any book that challenges your dogmas must be fiction. That's a rather standard ploy on this site---consensus reinforced by myopic New Age cheerleaders, consensus achieved away from the prying gaze of open-minded critics. Winning seems defined as retaining one's fluffy belief system, regardless of the formidable evidence arrayed against it.
Let me start you off with a personal story about possession. Years ago, my younger brother, D (then 16) and I (then 21) were watching Hockey Night in Canada. We were besieging our overworked mother with our demands for more hot dogs and ice cream. Suddenly D seemed to enter a trance. I payed little attention until he mused, "God has just given me a mission. He's given me the name and location of someone in need of an exorcism. I'll see you later." With that D rose and walked to the bus stop for a 7 mile ride to a coffee house. I love my brother, but I was too stunned to try to talk him out of it or to insist on accompanying him.
When he arrived at the coffee house, nothing appeared out of the ordinary until a stranger approached him and oddly observed: "You're here on a special mission, aren't you?" D took this comment as confirmation that he must stay longer. Eventually, a gang showed up and began challenging patrons to a fight as they tried to enter the coffee house. D realized the ring leader was his target. So he got up his courage, went outside, and confronted him: "E, God has shown me that you are possessed and has sent me here to perform an exorcism." E and his pals were amused at this bizarre comment. E sneered, "OK, bring it on!" Now D had no experience with exorcism and had no plan about how ro proceed. So he just closed his eyes, breathed a prayer for divine help, and gently touched E on the forehead. The touch was like a high-voltage shock. E fell to the pavement, writhed like a snake for a few minutes, and then lay quiet. Finally, E muttered a grateful, "Thank you!" His cohorts were so terrified by what they just witnessed that they immediately expressed concern they were not Christians, though I'm unaware of the long-range impact of the exorcism upon them. When D returned home, he felt prompted to open his Bible for guidance. The first verse his eyes lit upon read, "See that you tell no one about this incident." He told me, but has honored this request ever since.
D's role in this spiritual healing marked the beginning of his discovery of his life purpose (a career in medicine). His mediocre high school grades mushroomed in college to straight A+s in Honors Microbiology. He is now a physician in Colorado.
Years later, I had a chance encounter with E in a mall. I wanted to ask him about his possession, but immediately realized that he knew I was D's brother and was very self-conscious about the incident. So I respected his privacy. E now is a distinguished author who writes about spirituality.
Don
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