[ARCHIVED THREAD] - I interview people who claim to be possessed and had my “Oh Demi” moment. (Page 2 of 8)
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Quoted: Ummmmm go pros and mics out the waaaazoo and we're not getting anything. This is hard to believe. The biggest stumbling block to credulity for me is OP's totally non-serious screen name. It sounds so... ...totally non serious.  I've pulled up a chair for further updates & discussion though. This will be fun! |
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Quoted: What purpose were you there for, to "exercise" the demonic? Why didn't you cast it out of her? <<< You haven't in reality knowingly experienced devil influenced or oppressed persons or even those likely possessed (extremely rare). Psychiatrist or not, you are clearly ignorant. Your story sounds/ reads like fiction. In fact you are not a true believer, are you? Also, your story is a great example of how the Catholic church is a 'false authority' on these matters of faith. I take it, you like to entertain darkness or just want attention. Jesus is the Light of the world. He has given us authority over all the power of the enemy. Maranatha ETA - your move pantydropper |
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Quoted: There actually is an answer to this, in the doctrinal beliefs buried in Roman Catholicism. It's something to do with how these evil spirits have "certain powers and abilities, but not others." IOW, they are to a certain extent bound by the same natural laws humans are - just not ALL of them. Well something like that anyway. How convenient |
 Crazy Christian Lady - God Warrior - on Trading Spouses. Marguerite Perrin melts down. Darksided? |
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Quoted: About 10 years ago I left my private medical practice as a psychiatrist and went into IT. At the time, I was about 2-3 years into the resurgence of my faith. I’d spent the majority of my childhood as an agnostic, and my early formative years as as an athiest. The diocesan priest of my parish who I had gotten to know well in that time approached me one day and asked if I’d be willing to meet with an individual claiming to be possessed. I chuckled, much to the chagrin of the priest, but ultimately accepted the offer. I half expected I’d be ask to pull up to an old creepy home, where the person would be tied to a bed, speaking Latin in a deep voice, but reality was much more boring than that. I’d been setup in an office at the church, with a camera rolling to collect evidence. The interview lasted about an hour. It was an older women, in her 50s, who would go in and out of “possession.” Shortly after concluding the interview, I met with the priest and informed him that this was no a case of demonic possession, but a women suffering from split personalities or schizophrenia. Just like that, my first case was in the books. Over the years, I’ve met with 74 individuals, at church or their homes, across state lines, all claiming to be demonically possessed. All with a mental explanation. Until a few weeks ago. To say I’m a skeptic, would be putting it lightly. While I maintain my faith to this day, I do not believe that people are actively being possessed. Well, I did… The call came in while I was helping an old friend swap out a firewall for his father in law who owns a construction company. I asked my friend to give me a moment and I left the room to answer the call. I was given the details of the case, a young woman, claiming to be demonically possessed, ability to move objects, know things she could possibly not know, and speak Latin. Basically… your common everyday case of possession for anyone who has seen the exorcist. I asked for the address and was taken aback when the priest said I’d be taking a flight to a small town in Iowa. I’d been out of state before, but not cross country. I paused for a moment, not wanting to take multiple days off work, but ultimately relented. A few days later, I was picked up in Iowa by another priest and we chatted about the case on the drive down. I had let him know about my record, 74 cases, 74 explanations. He looked over at me and casually quipped “not this time.” By the time we arrived at the home the sun was beginning to set and I helped the priest carry in some equipment. Microphone, multiple go pro cameras, tape recorder, the works. I figured this priest took his interviews seriously. Upon entering, I met with the mother, who was an overweight women, completely unappealing, smoking a cigarette. Her foot bouncing up and down as we talked. A younger boy at a table playing video games on an iPad. I then heard banging from upstairs. The women’s eyes looked up, then back down at me, “she’s ready for you” she said with a crooked smile. The priest and I made our way upstairs, I was a bit nervous at this point. Were we dealing with a violent mental patient? Had she snuck a knife into her room? I didn’t feel like getting stabbed tonight. The Priest placed his hand on my shoulder, “focus” he said. “You can talk to it, but don’t believe anything it says.” “Talk to it?” “The girl you mean?” The priest shook his head and asked I wait outside while he setup the equipment. I glanced inside and could make out a persons foot on the bed just before the door closed. Then the yelling started. Deep guttural insults that didn’t seem to end. Finally, the Priest emerged and closed the door. He placed the microphone on me and again said “don’t listen to it, it lies.” “Let’s get this over with” I said with a sigh. The door opened, and there… tied to the damn bed was the girl. I immediately looked at the priest and told him we needed to remove the bindings. “The bindings stay” he said sharply and loudly Uneasy, I made my way to a chair and sat down. I spoke the date, time, location, my name, and the name of the girl. She had remained quiet. I began with my usual opening line. “So, I understand you are possessed” The girl looked up, eyes wide, “no, no, please help me, they have me locked up here!” My face was uneasy and her panic suddenly turned into a deep guttural laugh. I composed myself and continued. “If you are a demon, prove it” Suddenly, a shelf on her dresser shook. “A real demon would open it” The girl simply looked at me. I began to jot down on my notepad when she spoke again. “You don’t believe” she said. Her voice sounding more like a girls voice. “Correct, I do not believe you are demonically possessed” I responded. Her eyes scrunched up and her lips became pursed. I was about to have my “Demi why you do this to me” moment. She began to speak to me in French. I will provide a rough English translation. “Do you remember when you bought me that glass slipper in 4th grade?” I jumped back out of my chair. The priest began to shout at me “remember, it lies!” “I’m here in the dark, help me, why won’t you help your mamma who sat next to you in the hospital when you fell and hit your head falling off that ladder?” At this point, I began to cry. “Mamma, I’m so sorry mama” The girl began to laugh. It was a deep laugh I can hardly explain. The priest grabbed me and pulled me out of the room. I tried to compose myself outside the bedroom. I felt out of breath. My heart was pounding. This is it, I’m going to die. The priest grabbed my arm and ushered me outside. “Breathe” “Breathe” And that folks, is the story of my first real encounter with Demonic possession and my first panic attack. In the days that passed, I have felt a great sense of sadness, but also a great sense of awe. I know now I wasn’t speaking to my mom, but the truth behind the words has left me shook. I cannot explain it. Every word of it true and unknown to anyone me and my family. I asked the priest if my name was given to the family before I arrived. Only my first name. Being paranoid, I asked all my family members if they had received a call, asking about me. Which of course, they did not. I hope I see 200 or even 300 patients who “believe” they are demonically possessed before I ever experience that again. Holy cow! I don’t know if you’re just a great story writer, but this would make an incredible movie if you fleshed it out! I’ve seen some freaky patients over the years as a neurologist, and what you’re describing is fascinating. I helped a psychiatrist diagnose a case of Anti-NMDA Receptor Antibody Syndrome a couple of years ago and it was creepy! |
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When we lived in Charleston my wife had a friend who would go with members of her Baptist church performing exorcisms around the John's Island area. She would tell my wife some creepy stuff, so much so my wife wouldn't repeat it to me. My wife was invited many times but turned them down due to fear the demon would jump to her.  I tried to chat her friend up about it a few times but she didn't want to go into any detail with me. I guess she thought I was a skeptic. My wife always tells me not to open gates by doing things to invite evil into our lives. Mainly because I swear like a sailor. |
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Quoted: I'm beginning to believe that perhaps demons manifest themselves as mental illness in people, twisting their minds and causing them to do terrible things. God created our consciousness, the genetic code that makes us who we are and develops our brain; perhaps some mental illness is like the demons fingerprint or corruption of God's creation a warping of the genetic code. It would make sense if I were a demon and wanted to thumb my nose at God that I would take what is supposed to be a testimony to the glory of God, our bodies and corrupt them. |
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Quoted: A priest tied a girl to the bed and warned you 50x not to believe a word she says before allowing you in the room.  OP I hope this story is true, if only because I've had a really bad start to the year and need some kind of proof there is something after this life. |
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My Executive counseling career has put me in the same room as what our society would consider "evil" many times over the last 20 years. True psychopaths and sociopaths. People that feel absolutely no remorse or have any consideration for others. Even more concerning, they are smart enough or related to the right people to walk around freely among us, and they're rewarded handsomely for it. The most evil entities I've ever met wear a suit and tie |
| If shown pictures, the response would likely be that they were posed. If shown video, the response would be it was made up. To try and convince the incessant is a silly game isn't it. You either believe or you don't. You don’t. You’ve made that profoundly clear. |
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Quoted: About 10 years ago I left my private medical practice “I’m here in the dark, help me, why won’t you help your mamma who sat next to you in the hospital when you fell and hit your head falling off that ladder?” At this point, I began to cry. “Mamma, I’m so sorry mama” So you were some type of bad ass, scientists, and the priest told you it tells lies, and suddenly you’re calling this thing, Momma and start crying like a pussy? Attached File |
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Quoted: Is pantydropper a reference to your psychology background or your work with the church? Attached File |
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People like to joke and make fun of things like this. But one day if the stars align, as those who have met certain people have already said, you'll change your mind. https://www.lehighvalleylive.com/northampton-county/2017/08/stepdaughter_killer_handwrites.html I grew up near there. Close enough to run and ride my bike on the road in front of his house. That place always felt off but it wasn't until I "met" the guy that I got it. I just happened to be on the road in front of the house when "he" did nothing more than look at me. I don't know how to explain it other than it wasn't really him looking at me and he looked through me, not at me. Call it whatever you want. When you experience it you'll get it. |
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That couch is "darksided" after that hog put her shoe on it, she would have been 86'd right then and there. Also "darksided" between her front teef. |
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Quoted: My Executive counseling career has put me in the same room as what our society would consider "evil" many times over the last 20 years. True psychopaths and sociopaths. People that feel absolutely no remorse or have any consideration for others. Even more concerning, they are smart enough or related to the right people to walk around freely among us, and they're rewarded handsomely for it. The most evil entities I've ever met wear a suit and tie Mike Lindell has stated that the suits he met when starting My Pillow were far more evil than all the drug dealers he met while addicted. |
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Quoted: People like to joke and make fun of things like this. But one day if the stars align, as those who have met certain people have already said, you'll change your mind. https://www.lehighvalleylive.com/northampton-county/2017/08/stepdaughter_killer_handwrites.html I grew up near there. Close enough to run and ride my bike on the road in front of his house. That place always felt off but it wasn't until I "met" the guy that I got it. I just happened to be on the road in front of the house when "he" did nothing more than look at me. I don't know how to explain it other than it wasn't really him looking at me and he looked through me, not at me. Call it whatever you want. When you experience it you'll get it. The guy was drunk, high on weed and magic mushrooms. How does that make him a demon? He also bought sex toys in advance of the killing. A demon that plans ahead? |
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Quoted: As a career cop, I, along with other LEO’s, have had encounters with that very small group of people out of tens of thousands who instantly make the hair on the back of your neck stand up and give you the overwhelming feeling that who you’re speaking to is not the person you see in front of you. It feels like there’s something darker and more twisted there than the run of the mill rapist or murderer, and that person may not have even committed a crime. If you’ve ever had the misfortune of interacting with one of those people, it’s quite disconcerting. Quoted: Quoted: I've been in interview rooms with people, and I left believing they had a hitchhiker in their heads. They just felt.... wrong. As a career cop, I, along with other LEO’s, have had encounters with that very small group of people out of tens of thousands who instantly make the hair on the back of your neck stand up and give you the overwhelming feeling that who you’re speaking to is not the person you see in front of you. It feels like there’s something darker and more twisted there than the run of the mill rapist or murderer, and that person may not have even committed a crime. If you’ve ever had the misfortune of interacting with one of those people, it’s quite disconcerting. This. I use to work, at a local county hospital, that had a crazy lockup wing. I would go in there, occasionally, to fix what the patients broke. You would encounter your run of the mill mentally ill patient, who would be wacked out, but harmless. And then you would come in contact with individuals, who would give off the most spooky malevolent vibration, that would trigger your danger alarm instinct. |
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Quoted: People like to joke and make fun of things like this. But one day if the stars align, as those who have met certain people have already said, you'll change your mind. https://www.lehighvalleylive.com/northampton-county/2017/08/stepdaughter_killer_handwrites.html I grew up near there. Close enough to run and ride my bike on the road in front of his house. That place always felt off but it wasn't until I "met" the guy that I got it. I just happened to be on the road in front of the house when "he" did nothing more than look at me. I don't know how to explain it other than it wasn't really him looking at me and he looked through me, not at me. Call it whatever you want. When you experience it you'll get it. We got down off the exit, traffic was fairly heavy, and it's a 4 lane intersection at the overpass. We pull up to the stoplight, about the 10th car back in the 2nd lane from the left. There's always a handful of bums hanging out under the overpass, and asking for handouts at the red lights. On the far side of the divider, I notice this one slender white male bum, probably about 150' away at this point. Something felt very off as soon as I saw him, can't really describe it. His eyes are locked on my car, looking directly at me with wide open, sunken in crystal blue eyes. My car at the time had limo tint, and it was very hard to see people inside even on a bright day. Granted he was looking through the front, but he still had singled us out. His stare had a completely obvious evil feeling to it, one that I hadn't felt before with anyone or since then. And I've came across some downright nasty people growing up in New Orleans, so that's saying something. The light turns green, and as we drive past to turn under the overpass, he turns slowly and smoothly in this creepy as fuck motion, not blinking, no jerky movements, like his upper body was joined in sync with our car. Keep in mind that me or my buddy hadn't said a word to each other since we got off the exit, as I had my radio on. We got about a quarter mile past that intersection and Gerard looking straight out the windshield said "Smokie, that guy back there just looked through my soul" right then and there felt my gut drop, knowing it wasn't just me. |
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Never seen anything like that personally, but I do know someone that I know isn't crazy tell me of witnessing a demon. He would give released prisoners rides home. One particular time as he was driving he smelled sulfur. When he looked over he saw a demon sitting in the passenger seat. When he looked away back to the road for a second it was back to being the released guy. |
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Quoted: Claims there were cameras, provides no video or pics. Arfcom fail. Nice try op If OP is a licensed psychiatrist & was acting in that capacity he would be required to follow HIPAA & could not release the video or audio recordings without the permission of his patient. I’m not saying his story is true. It may be, but he has a very plausible explanation for not releasing video evidence. |