Well, then I’ll tell you a true story about the Devil. The actual Devil.
It happened in Downpatrick a small, boringly quiet country town about 20 miles from Belfast, I think about ten years or more ago now.
My Spiritual Director from when I was about sixteen was the late Father Bernard a very wise and holy old priest with a great reputation in our Diocese.
He was visited by a lady, a Ward Sister in the local country hospital who was very concerned about her eighteen year old son who had been admitted to a secure ward in the Downshire Mental Hospital.
Anyway the son had been causing trouble in the Asylum and they were having great difficulty getting staff to man his Ward, especially at night times. He was very violent and abusive. But much worse than this there had been extraordinary paranormal activity in the ward, objects moving about under their own volition and what not. The poor woman was at her wits end and asked the priest to visit.
When Father Bernard entered the youths room he flew off the bed to attack him in a great fury. Luckily Bernard had had the presence of mind to bring a crucifix with him. When he produced it the boy fell to the ground and slithered like a snake, in a way that should have been impossible.
Well the priest tested him and he showed all the signs of full diabolic possesion, speaking in foriegn tongues, reaction to blessed objects, abilty to read minds.
I will cut a long story short. The Bishop tasked Bernard to do the excorcism, the first in our Diocese for 48 years. The Doctors were so concerned that they sent him out to the monastery in an ambulance, but asked that it be kept out of the media. The excorcism was successful and fairly uneventful and the boy was discharged from hospital.
It turned out that he and his friend were drug dealers and dabbled in devil worship, they both having sold their souls to the devil. This boy backed out and so the signs. The other boy, as far as I know never did. He has been caught by the police several times red handed and gootten off on technicalities. He fell off a motorbike one time at seventy miles an hour and walked away without a scatch. The Devil seems to be keeping up his end of the bargain…
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