The first part of this story was posted on 3/17 of this year, also please read "Spirits" on 4/6 to completely get the most out of this story. If you've not read them please go back and do so, because if I can do justice to this the second part, I've already done the summary I wish to end this story with. You need to sense the first part to truly grasp where I wish to take you, the post "Spirits comes into play. That post was not planned but I felt was needed before the final chapter. PLEASE! understand this is not one of my joking post. This story seems like it happened only yesterday and will always bear permanent scars. The only difference is I've had half a century of thoughts in understanding, to guide me! Now I now write for closure. I intend to exorcize myself of that day!
Prayer for an individual was common practice back in the time of my grandma and grandpa. Prayer was the root of their religion. Especially on Sunday, they'd visit the sick and elderly and pray for them. Little did a young boy of 12 have any idea this Sunday was to be one that still echoes in his mind, more than 50 years later!
When my sister died in 1958 and some very life altering events happened a few years earlier my dad changed. Meaning he held a job, quit drinking, stayed away from taverns, found God. We would travel many hours to see Evangelists, one who now has a University in his name. We went to his meetings several times, filling small arenas. My dad whatever he did, went all the way. After a few years he became an Assistant Pastor in a small former one room schoolhouse. At this point in our family's life it was good. Everyone called him Brother Buddy.
One Sunday afternoon in late spring, a friend of my grandma's was at her house after going to Sunday morning service at their church, she ask them to pray for her. My father and I was also there, he decided to help in prayer. I have been around prayer meetings countless times, only this time, my father told me to go outside as he locked the door behind me. It was a warm day and they closed all the open windows. I done what I was told, sitting outside reading a book. I tire of reading and realized what seemed to be a long time, so I walked home. Everybody walked back then, it was maybe a half mile but back then there was nothing to worry about. I was well beyond my 12 years of age had my own paper route and had walked this route probably a hundred times.
My grandpa had a reel to reel recorder, he liked taping church services to listen to later on Sunday afternoons. He turned the recorder on and taped the three praying for Sister Sarah.
All I can say is this prayer service took an unexpected turn, or did they have an idea what might happen? I hope I can do justice to what was on that reel to reel. But first a point or two must be made.
At one of the countless Evangelist venues from arenas to gigantic tent meetings in the summer a record was purchased and on this record was "Casting out of a demon," I heard this record many times and it would make the hairs on the back of my head stand up, we believed it to be true. You must remember everywhere our parents went we children must go. No refusal, that's the way it was back then. So as a lad of 12 I had experienced probably a lifetime of church services, sometimes every night for a week during revivals. It could not be healthy for a forming mind, but that's the way it was.
So when grandpa played that tape after church one day for the minister and his wife, I was not as shocked as you might expect, but this Exorcism of Sister Sarah at my grandparents house with my father. This was not a 33 rpm record bought at a traveling Evangelist's revival! I heard that tape several more times. I suppose my grandfather was proud of it, most certainly never considered any damage that could be done to a child! Hey that's the world the way it was back then. I could watch Gunsmoke killing the bad guys at my mothers parents, listen to a demon being cast out at my father's parents. Which do you think a young man would choose? There was no choice to be made. I went where I was taken, seen and heard that would scare the wits out of most people!
I thought I could make this short but there's no way without the most basic understanding of the people, and times back then, impossible, it simply cannot be done! My whole story rest on my ability to get you to see, and hear a minuscule part of what I witnessed from about the age of eight through many more years to come. I must tell this story!
BELIEVING IS ONE THING, HEARING IS ANOTHER, KNOWING THE HEARTS OF THE THREE KEY PEOPLE THAT RAN INTO AN EXORCISM OF SISTER SARAH IS ANOTHER. I HAD THE REST OF THEIR LIFE'S TO FURTHER ADD TO THE VALIDITY OF THEIR ACTIONS. UNFORTUNATELY THERE WAS ONE WEAK LINK OF THE THREE THAT ADDS, MORE DEPTH TO THIS STORY!
Prayer Turns Into An EXORCISM!
Sister Sarah was short and round as all grandmothers seem to be. She wore her hair on top of her head as all church goers in the Pentecost faith did. Betty my grandmother would take her to church with them. Back then you invited people and if they did not have a way to go you took them. My grandmother seemed to be as close to Sarah as anyone. So Sarah rode to church with my grandpa and grandma, several times when I was with them. I knew very little about Sarah only seeing her at my grandma's and church. I knew I never felt comfortable with her, she was quiet, strange and had beady little eyes. For what ever reason my grandma accepted her like she did everybody, but Sarah was different.
Sarah only went to church with my grandmother, I think my grandmother knew all along Sarah was a special case. Sarah never took part in the church such as singing, prayer, and such. She sat quietly next to my grandmother.
I heard bits and pieces of talk about Sarah as a kid but never understood until "that day!"
For some unexplainable reason, as I now think back to those days, my grandmother knew! Knew that Sarah was beyond regular prayer. Her upbringing like my grandpa's was extremely rural, with hard times, but it goes beyond intelligence here. Backwoodsey folks have intuition and an earthly manner, coming from places that we modern folks cannot comprehend. They had their own language in identifying . . . all sorts of strange happenings that we don't, or won't consider!
The moment seemed right on that Sunday afternoon, so Sarah asked to be prayed for, there's my extremely devoted to religion grandmother, grandfather and my father. I was asked to go outside and the windows were closed the doors locked!
Forget about all the Hollywood scenes, this was raw dialogue, with guttural animal sounds coming from a fifty year old grandmother.
Starts with three people praying the normal way, "Lord Please help this soul to be healed!" Basic prayer.
Along with prayer there is the laying on of hands. Most have seen and heard of this. Usually touching the head, asking God "to please heal the afflicted!"
As the prayer session turns into a frenzied pace, more in depth, more, more, more, the ones praying for Sarah feel the need to give all they have, too offer, to her! The spirit comes up from deep inside them, more is needed to heal Sarah!
How much time has gone by I cannot remember! For it's the intensity of normal prayers magnified many times by the power their feeling, and the resistance from Sarah and what lies within her!.
I learned later that Sarah began to shake, where she was quiet and withdrawn, as the three Christ warriors unleash, all they have to give!
"Jesus . . . help this poor soul, to be free! What's afflicting this soul must go away!!! Intensity still increasing, no sounds from Sarah, but shakes violently!
Then words from Sarah was not her voice, animal moaning, never heard by me in my lifetime!
"Nooo, she's mine, she's mine! You can't have here, she's mine!!!"
How do I describe the voice coming from Sarah? Take an animal in pain, an angry pit bull, add enough human voice to make it recognizable, that's as close as I can describe it!!! However the intensity the anger, keeps rising during the praying for Sarah! This has become a battle of good, verses evil in ways unimaginable!
I cannot describe to you her eyes, nor did I hear talk of her eyes but I can imagine them, can't you???
The exchange of people praying for Sarah continues with such language as
"In the name of God we demand you to leave this woman!!!"
"The demon within Sarah fights back "noo, she's mine!!!"
The battle continues with the small, caring God worshippers impose all their might along with "in the name of Jesus we cast you out Devil!"
This kind of dialogue repeats itself over and over, intensity of the emotions fighting both ways!
The Demon says, "I'll get you" as the pain of suffering of a wild animal grows more so!
You can hear on the tape the three wearing out but persist until the end!
The Demon kept saying, "I'll get you, I'll get you, I'll get you" and then silence from Sarah!
This is how it ended. You can tell by the strained voices the three were shot, worn out body, mind and soul!
THESE THREE WERE FIGHTING THE REAL THING, BY THEIR UNDERSTANDING! THAT IN ITSELF TOOK COURAGE BEYOND BELIEF!
IS THERE STRANGE UNEXPLAINABLE HAPPENINGS IN LIFE AND RELIGION? YES!!!
THERE'S STRANGE UNEXPLAINABLE HAPPENINGS ALL AROUND US!
WE TRY TO BLOCK IT OUT, WE CANNOT DWELL UPON IT! WHY? WE'D ALL BE NUTS!
THERE IS GOOD AND THERE IS BAD! DOES IT COME FROM GOD AND THE DEVIL?
THAT'S YOUR DECISION TO MAKE!
I DID NOT KNOW, THAT THERE ARE SO MANY DISORDERS, AND THEM HEAD DOCTORS KEEP ON FINDING MORE!
I'M NO HEAD DOCTOR, I DON'T KNOW ONE IOTA ABOUT DISORDERS, NOR ALL THE OTHER DUAL PERSONALITIES AND SUCH. I DO REMEMBER WATCHING A MOVE TITLED SYBIL ABOUT A WOMAN THAT HAD MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES LIVING WITHIN HER.
WHAT I PERSONALLY KNOW FOR CERTAINTY AFTER LIVING WELL OVER HALF A CENTURY, WE BECOME WHAT WE THINK WE ARE, AND IF WE DWELL ON OUR INSECURITIES AND OUR INNER SELF-INFLICTED, I THINK I AM, WE BECOME WHAT WE THINK WE ARE!
PEOPLE ARE SO VARIED IN THEIR MINDS, THEIR THINKING, THEIR BELIEFS, FROM INNER RETARDATION AND UPBRINGING! LET'S ADD TO THAT THE MODERN WONDER DRUGS TO CURE ALL, YET CURE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!
I'M MORE WORRIED ABOUT TODAY'S DISORDERS AND ALL THE MIND ALTERING DRUGS BEING PRESCRIBED BY OUR UNLEARNED, DEVIL BOUGHT DOCTORS!
My childlike ways tell me what was then, was true, three fine people and one mixed up poor slightly retarded woman, who believed she was possessed for reasons I have no way of knowing. I do think that she is not at fault with being poor and a product of her environment that most likely added to her problems.
As intelligence is on the rise, OR is it?
WE ARE BEING POSSESSED EVERY FUCKING DAY BY OUR ENVIRONMENT. THE SAD FACT WE DON'T EVEN KNOW IT!
THE MASS MEDIAS, OF ALL KINDS, THE POLITICAL CORRUPTION AND DISINFORMATION TRAIN BLOWS SO MUCH SMOKE WE'RE ALL BASICALLY BRAIN DEAD!
ALL THE DAILY REPLAYED BAD NEWS THAT CONTINUES FOR WEEKS AND MONTHS NEVER STOPS! WHY THERE'S ALWAYS A NEW ONE!
THE SCHOOL SHOOTINGS, DEATH DESTRUCTION. GORE, MAYHEM, IS BEING EMBEDDED SO DEEPLY IN MINDS, THAT CANNOT THINK FOR THEMSELVES! IT'S SO SAD!
WE'RE BEING DRUGGED, BRAINWASHED, CONTROLLED, BY ???
REALLY DOESN'T MATTER DOES IT? WE'RE DEAD MEN, WOMEN, CHILDREN WALKING! LED BY THE RATS TO WHERE?????
I COULD GO ON BUT SEEMS I'VE RUN OUT OF ROOM!
I HAD TO WRITE THIS STORY AND HOPE I HAVE GOT MY POINT ACROSS! WE MUST THINK FOR OURSELVES, NOT BE LED AROUND LIKE A 2,000 POND BULL BY A NOSE RING AND A SMALL ROPE.
THE CURE WOULD BE LIKE THE BULL REALIZING, THAT'S JUST A TINY PIECE OF METAL, SO I LOSE PART OF MY NOSE, THEN I'LL BE FREE . . . YOU FINISH . . . AND YES I AGREE!