A few months ago I wrote an article about demonic infestation and how it has been affecting my life. Yesterday things got so freaky around here that I couldn’t get to sleep last night. I posted The Missing Peace and today’s post is sort of a follow-up and an expansion on what I talked about in yesterday’s post. For those of you who may not be familiar with demonic infestation or what I’m talking about, please go to my post titled Turning the Page – Discovering Peace which links back to all of the posts regarding this topic.
First of all, in the midst of all this ridiculous house drama a.k.a demonic infestation a.k.a. the biggest nuisance of my life, I have rediscovered the power of the Holy Rosary. So before we go any further into this topic, let me again say that I can’t emphasize enough how crucial it is in our day and time to be leaning on the Holy Rosary and using it as the spiritual weapon it’s meant to be; praying it regularly with reverence and childlike trust. Please don’t ever allow the fascination with demonic affliction to ever overshadow the importance of the Rosary and the Virgin Mary’s role in our lives as a protective mother and intercessor. I’ve seen some loony stuff on the Internet where people seem to be more interested in the Devil and his antics rather than the Blessed Mother’s role in our spiritual journey. It’s fine to be aware of the evil one’s influence in our lives, but please don’t get overly curious to the point where that gets more of your attention than God.
What Is Demonic Infestation?
ZENIT: How much is there of suggestion and how much of truth in many persons who believe they are possessed by the devil?
Tosatti: From what has been said to me in my research, the real cases of possession, vexation or infestation are very, very rare. Gabriele Amorth — and I believe his colleagues also act in this way — does not receive anyone who has not first sought help from official medicine. And despite this precaution, he sees that in many cases an evil origin is not identified with the disturbances. But, although rare, cases of demonic influence exist, and they are frightening.
I’m not so sure that demonic infestation is such a rare thing. In my research, conversations and various encounters I’ve discovered that there are plenty of people who have or are experiencing one form or another of demonic infestation.
Demonic Infestation and My House
In my post titled Turning the Page – Discovering Peace I mentioned that I’d let you know how things turned out after I called a priest (the exorcist.) Well, so far he hasn’t returned my call. Apparently he is overwhelmed and going in all directions and the woman at the rectory who took my call told me that I just have to keep following up. Well, I can’t wait for whenever he may finally have a free day; I need something done ASAP. So, I spoke with my parents about it today and they’ve each agreed with me that I should call the priest (the monsignor who gave me the house blessing a few months ago) and set up an appointment with him for the four of us to meet and talk about what’s been going on. He is the priest who sent me to a psychiatrist to rule out any sort of mental illness. Anyway, something has to get done, so I suppose he’s my best bet.
In the meantime, I suppose I just have to live with the annoyance of an unwanted entity that’s been invading my life and figure that it’s some sort of twisted compliment. After all, it’s always when I’m doing a good thing (prayer, writing in this blog, etc.) that the demonic infestation “attacks” start. Last night as I was sitting up in bed saying my prayers, the window frame made a huge cracking sound as if it was pulling away from the wall. That of course was after the cupboard crash, yellow ring removal and flash drive malfunction. (I just realized, this sounds utterly absurd! I feel as if I’m talking about some whacked out new video game or something!) Anyway, the cracking sound was the last straw. I was holding the picture of the Sacred Heart of Jesus when that happened and I said, “In the name of Jesus Christ, leave this house.” And then everything was quiet. The last sound I heard before I drifted off to sleep was some sort of bump that sounded as if it was coming from outside. I thought: And don’t let the door hit you on the way out.