Demonic Oppression – (2)

It’s been a while since I’ve written a post on demonic oppression or any of the other topics concerning demonic affliction.  If you haven’t already read the other posts that lead up to this one and/or if you are a new reader of this blog I suggest that you read the older ones before you go on to read this one; they can all be found on the sidebar in the Categories section under the title of Demonic Affliction. This post may not make any sense to you or it may be confusing unless you are already familiar with a situation I’ve been struggling with for nearly two and a half years now.

Demonic Oppression and the Healing Mass

I had been under the impression that my house was infested with some sort of evil spirit and that a Healing Mass would rid my space of anything malicious and that is not of God.  Well, the Mass was said this past Monday, which was a welcome relief.  A priest (whom I’ll call Father G.) from the Charismatic Renewal ministry came with an assistant and said the Mass at my dining room table.  Father G. also has the gift of tongues and along with this gift is some sort of ability to sense things and see into situations in a way that most of us can’t.  (I’m not sure the word “psychic” is appropriate here, but at the risk of sounding New Agey, it’s the only word I can think of that fits.)

The nearest official exorcist, the priest whom I’ve mentioned before, is in Scranton, PA, so after a series of phone calls between my monsignor, the bishop and this Pennsylvania priest, we finally connected with Father G.  He is not an official exorcist but he says monthly Healing Masses and is gifted in healing and deliverance ministry.  As to whether or not he is on his way to eventually becoming an actual exorcist, I have no idea, as that is something the bishop oversees.  But I’d actually met him before at a Healing Mass back in November of 2009 when I first started to address the issue of demonic affliction and was looking for ways to get some help with it; it’s interesting that things have come full circle and Father G. is back in the picture again.

Demonic Oppression or Demonic Infestation

Though I had assumed all along that my problem was related to demonic (or diabolic) infestation, as it turns out the problem is beyond infestation and apparently, according to Father G., there have been evil spirits around me, regardless of where I am; not in me, but around me and they’ve had the capability of causing an incredible amount of “bad luck” in my life which is referred to as demonic oppression.  And that would explain the incidents involving my car when I’m not at home and other things that I hadn’t thought of until he explained all of this to me.

We talked about the fact that I started praying the Rosary back in early 2009 and dismissing everything in my life that wasn’t of God.  Prior to 2009 I was not where I should’ve been in my faith and as we all know, when we are not in a state of grace we lose out on the spiritual protection that we would otherwise have.  Father G. was asking me about time periods in my life going back to the late 1970s and he kept visualizing these people and situations that I had long ago forgotten about.  I felt almost as if I was taking a walk down Memory Lane, and as I thought back on the past decades of my life some things started to make sense in my mind that had been bothering me for a long time.  I asked him if there was more than one evil spirit in my life, and he said yes.

Demonic Oppression Can Cause Physical and Emotional Ailments

Over the past few months the “attacks” in my house had seemed to be intensifying and I started to feel as if my physical well-being was being challenged.  I started to develop strange symptoms that would come on out of nowhere and then disappear, as if they had never happened.  For instance, I would get headaches or head pains and then suddenly become very dizzy or tired.  Sometimes my arms and legs would start aching or my body would feel as if it was being pushed or tipped.  I’d like to say that all of this is in the past tense, but actually I’ve had a daily bout with one or more of these symptoms and even now as I write this I am incredibly fatigued.

Demonic oppression can cause physical ailments in a person and it can also bring about a sort of depression or worsening of what a person’s weak points already are.  For example, if a person is prone to loneliness he or she will very likely become painfully lonely when under this influence and often to the point of feeling as if the loneliness is unbearable.  There can be a heightened state of anxiety or a magnified sense of gloom and doom; there can also be an abnormal degree of insecurity or feeling of low self-esteem that is triggered by one of these “attacks” and that can lead to many other emotional ailments.

Holly Water and Blessed Salt for Demonic Oppression

Father G. blessed some water and salt and told me to sprinkle it daily around my house.  He told me to sprinkle the salt outdoors after dark so the neighbors wouldn’t think I was crazy.  (Probably the only moment of comic relief there was that day and has been since.)   He also blessed some of my olive oil and told me to put it on my head when I feel one of those headaches come on.

There was a picture on my hallway wall of a black cat from a French 19th-century cabaret called Le Chat Noir.  It was a gift from someone from a few years ago but Father G. stopped in the middle of the Mass and told me to take it off the wall and put it outside.  I tried to explain to him that the picture was a gift but he insisted that I remove it at once.  (When he left he put the picture in his trunk and said that he was going to take it away and throw it out in the garbage.)  I told him that a few weeks ago there was a yellowish-brown stain on the wall next to where that picture had hung; it had appeared out of nowhere and looked as if someone spilled something or splashed something there, but the stain was so high on the wall that it would seem highly unlikely that it came from a spill or splash from a person.  Anyway, I’ve attached the photo below.

Demonic Oppression and Spirit Retaliation

Father G. not only said a full Mass, but also gave me a blessing and prayed that various spirits be removed from my presence and brought to Jesus where they would be destroyed.  One of the evil spirits he mentioned was the spirit of retaliation.  Apparently he felt that the evil spirits would retaliate and so he even gave my four pets a special blessing so that the spirits wouldn’t try to go to a lower form, which would be them.  My pets have already had their share of “attacks” throughout the months and in fact just the other day one of my cats seemed to be watching something on or near the floor, her eyes following its every move until it eventually made its way to where I was standing.  I was a few feet away from my cat and when I saw her eyes move toward my lower legs that’s when I knew that something was amiss.

A couple of hours or so after Father G. and his assistant left my house I went upstairs and on the way up I knew that something was wrong.  I got to the top of the stairs and smelled this strange odor that filled the hall, my bedroom and the bathroom.  The office room also smelled strange, but to a lesser degree.  The smell was something like rotten eggs and the word that comes to mind is sulfer.  I called Father G. the next day to tell him about it and also to tell him that twenty or thirty minutes later the smell had gone away, as quickly as it had come.  He said that the smell of sulfer was from an evil force and that it was a retaliatory attack.

The following day my emotions were all out of whack and I felt depressed and weighted down; this feeling lightened a bit by Wednesday but all week up to and including today I’ve had symptoms on and off.  There have still been some quirky things happening like mild sounds and objects having moved from their original places.  Father G. had told me to keep a journal and write everything down that seemed significant but that I needn’t include the mild stuff which, as he put it was only a way of “trying to get your attention.”  In fact, yesterday afternoon I was feeding lunch to my fifteen-month old nephew when all of a sudden was this big thud across the room from us; there was nothing there, but it even caught his attention.  It happened again today around the same time and in the same room, only not as loud.

Is Demonic Oppression Permanent?

I’ve been hoping that soon I will be rid of this condition once and for all, but truthfully I have no idea if this demonic oppression is something that will finally just go away on its own with the help of many prayers and blessings or if it’s something that will plague me for the rest of my life.  A person who has never experienced demonic oppression would have no idea what it is like to go through life feeling as though there is a shadow following you or some sort of malaise hanging over you at all times; it’s as if you are never alone and always being hassled in one way or another.

My hope is that by sharing this information I will be able to help others who may be experiencing similar problems related to demonic oppression and provide them with information and resources as to how to go about getting help.  I plan to write much more on this topic, so please keep checking back for updates and additional insights and information.

Something to leave you with:

Father G. and his assistant were late on Monday; everything kept going wrong.  From losing directions to my house to forgetting something to whatever else happened, they were late to our scheduled 4:00 pm Mass.  But they explained to me that this sort of thing happens all the time because the evil spirits try to prevent good from being done; they throw obstacles in the way in order to make the priest late for his meeting.

And I found this piece on this blog:

Rome – Everything goes wrong today.  First, the Roman taxi drivers strike without any warning.  Even the address specified cannot be found on the map plan of the city.  Then the photographer calls and says that his camera had not charged.  He must dismantle and repair it.  All seems jinxed.  “You are an hour late,” is the first sentence of Father Gabriele Amorth.  He smiles.

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