“Demons mate. Big time.”
“Stop saying that please mate. You’re worrying me. What the hell is the matter with you?”
“Demons. Inside me.”
“Pity’s sake, mate! Shut up then. Don’t say anything.”
“I possessed mate. I sense demons inside me.”
I look at this lad and don’t feel anything at all; no pity, no empathy, no love. This type of situation is typical of the situations and people that I’ve been dealing with constantly for the past decade and this lad is going to push me over the edge. I don’t even want to help, whatever his problem is: I’ve seen enough.
“Okay, thanks mate. See you in a bit huh?”
I make for the door. My mate calls out to me: “The devil mate. He’s after me.”
I laugh. I didn’t know that he’d start crying at this point. It doesn’t move me when he does either. I just laugh some more.
“Don’t be such a tit please, mate. There are things to do, work, work, and more fucking work. Take a pill, they’ll give you something good here. Just make out you’re going to hurt yourself and they’ll put something in your arm. One thing’s for sure, I’m not spending my time here with you wittering on about the price of bullshit at the fanny-flap market.”
“It’s a possession mate. Full demon possession. I sense them inside me.” Tears are beginning to stream down his cheeks.
“God’s sake,” I almost whine.
“I sense family inside me as well mate. My twin flame…”
“WOW! Who the hell is your “twin flame”?”
“I need my power back mate. The demons took it off me.”
“Right, I’m off mate. See you later, okay?”
I make for the door. I need to get away from this fella before I take his life.
“DEMONS, MATE!” he screams after me.
I ignore him and walk out of the ward straight into some fat guy outside.
“I’m really sorry…” I begin, but as soon as he looks at me I see the same distant, vacant expression in his eyes that my mate has and I realise that I’m wasting my time. I make to leave and this fat dude screams out after me:
“THAT’S IT THEN….NOW YOU’VE FOUND OUT….I’VE RIPPED ME BOTTIE-FUCKER!!! I’VE GOT THE QUINCE MAKINGS OF A FANNY-ARSE!!!”
He stares at me for a moment and then puts his head in his upraised right hand, slightly quivering and making an extremely pathetic facial expression. He just stands there, staring into the watery deep through the fingers of his hand and I want to stay and watch, maybe take some notes for some ideas for a book but I decide to leave.
“Farewell!” I say to him. “Go into the room down the corridor, kid! There’s a lad in there who you’ll get along with just fine! It’s okay now mate, isn’t it? Not as bad as it seems?! Bless you brother.”
I leave the hospital and hope I never have to return.
About thorndale12
This blog is a parody of the lifestyle and behaviours and mindsets that led to my fall from the grace from a privileged and relatively stable up-bringing to my social demise and ultimate humiliation (at the hands of my peers), and that also ultimately led me to find God and repair my life, having become reconciled to those I hurt wherever possible.
It is not an apology, rather a tongue-in-cheek piss-take, and was written during a dark time in my life when I had turned from my sin and had begun to repair my life, but none of the (particularly) social graces had been returned to me. You have all had a lot of laughs at my expensive and this response, although inappropriate in many people's eyes, was a powerful coping mechanism in my recovery and for the hope that it might make a positive difference in other people's lives if I did not turn back from my repentance, I did not turn back because I had managed to divert my obsessions from malefaction to more healthy pursuits.
I think taking drugs is a very bad idea and I would strongly urge everyone never to do this. I escaped from my life of sin by the grace of God but not everyone is so lucky and drug and alcohol addiction are serious and often fatal behaviour problems. We are living in an age where dependency is a very bad idea so please turn to God if you have alcohol and drug related problems - he has helped me repair my life from a position of almost total destruction and he will do the same for you.
If I ever accede to a position of responsibility in the world, I am likely to come under a lot of persecution as a result of this blog and while it is not intended to cause offence, I don't care if you're offended by this. Whether or not it brings my downfall remains to be seen but I can rest assured that whatever I do, some, or many of you are going to accuse me of doing the wrong thing anyway. On the basis of this truth I've published this blog.
I hope you find God, in whatever form you find him, and that he helps you live lives that are worthy of him and you. And always remember: "You will be accepted if you do what is right. But if you refuse to do what is right, then watch out! Sin is crouching at the door, eager to control you. But you must subdue it and be its master." Genesis 4:7
God is no respecter of persons - what has happened to me could happen to you, for "time and circumstance happen to all people"; so be careful how you judge, for "one day you too will be judged."
And I might also say that whether you believe God or not, the promises he gives are true nevertheless!
Psalm 7:
I come to you for protection, O Lord My God. Save me from my persecutors - rescue me! If you don't, they will maul me like a lion, tearing me to pieces with on one to rescue me. O Lord my God, if I have done wrong or am guilty of injustice, if I have betrayed a friend or plundered my enemy without cause, then let my enemies capture me. Let them trample me into the ground and drag my honour in the dust.
Arise, O Lord, in anger! Stand up against the fury of my enemies! Wake up, my God, and bring justice! Gather the nations before you. Rule over them from on high. The Lord judges the nations. Declare me righteous, O Lord, for I am innocent, O Most High! End the evil of those who are wicked, and defend the righteous. For you look deep within the mind and heart, O righteous God.
God is my shield, saving those whose hearts are true and right. God is an honest judge. He is angry with the wicked every day.
If a person does not repent, God will sharpen his sword; he will bend and string his bow. He will prepare his deadly weapons and shoot his flaming arrows.
The wicked conceive evil; they are pregnant with trouble and give birth to lies. They dig a deep pit to trap others, then fall into it themselves. The trouble they make for others backfires on them The violence they plan falls on their own heads.
I will thank the Lord because he is just; I will sing praise to the name of the Lord Most High.
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