When I was 16 a bunch of us went to see “The Exorcist” in Georgetown at some theater near where the movie was filmed and the “supposed” possession took place. After the movie we followed a procession of people walking past those steps the priest got thrown down, or however that went (45 years ago), and on the sidewalk at the bottom of the stairs someone had splattered red paint. I’ve never watched it since. That movie scared the shit out of me.
When I got home, my bedroom which IMO was actually the coolest room in the house, off the rec room in the walk out basement all by myself with my own bathroom, but there was no fucking way in hell I was going down there by myself when I got home. I grabbed a blanket and slept on the couch in the cloths I had on. I actually slept on that couch every night for a couple of months after that.
Now I’m old and brave but I still like scary movies. I just can’t imagine how scary it would be to believe this kind of thing was really real. And no offence intended to anyone who may also believe such things could be real. I realize that religious beliefs differ all across this planet and every single person has every right to believe what they will. I also believe that many people do in fact have demons in their minds somehow, I’m just speaking as a non-believer in most religious things; to me the “exorcism of demons” is pretty much like gay conversion therapy, sounds good but probably doesn’t really help much. Apparently though there are lots of folks that do believe, I guess it’s like a placebo affect or something. Believe hard enough that it will help and it does.
https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/ar ... se/573943/Priests are fielding more requests than ever for help with demonic possession, and a centuries-old practice is finding new footing in the modern world.
Louisa muskovits appeared to be having a panic attack. It was March of 2016, and Louisa, a 33-year-old with a history of alcohol abuse, was having a regular weekly session with her chemical-dependency counselor in Tacoma, Washington.
Louisa had recently separated from her husband, Steven. When the counselor asked about her marriage, she said she wasn’t ready to talk about it. The counselor pressed, and again Louisa demurred. Eventually the conversation grew tense, and Louisa started to hyperventilate, a common symptom of a panic attack.
The counselor rushed down the hall to get Louisa’s therapist, Amy Harp. Together they moved Louisa to Harp’s office, where they felt they could better calm her. But once Louisa was there, Harp recalls, her demeanor transformed. Normally friendly and open, she started screaming and pulling out clumps of her hair. She growled and glared. Her head flailed from side to side, cocking back at odd angles. In jumbled bursts, she muttered about good and evil, God and the devil. She told the counselors that no one there could save “Louisa.”