So yeah. I was possessed. Sorta,
The Muslim "priest" came over just now to take a look at me. I can't believe I'm saying this, me the skeptical and cynical, but I was actually semi-possessed (and had been for more than 3 years it seems) and the exorcism DID work. As in, I actually had a physical reaction to the prayers that were recited over me. And I remembered every single minute of it.
The experience was hard to describe. There weren't the fits or the violence that some people may exhibit, nor the speaking in strange tongues. In fact, I remained quiet, conscious and relatively calm throughout the process. But when he read the "ruqiyah" or specific verses from the Quran, I had a strange tingling sensation right under my skin (from the top of my head to my tippy toes) and I began to exhibit REM or Rapid Eye Movement. As far as I have read, it is not something you get when you are awake, but there it was. The constant twitching of the eyelids and a tic in my left jaw.
Then he talked to me. Called me "Brother". I was like "WTF when did I change sex?" I guess I was waiting for something to happen. A man's voice coming from my lips or something, but that, thankfully, didn't happen. "Brother," he said, "You must leave her now. You are not of her kind."
So I was sitting there, my body buzzing with an energy that is not mine thinking "OMG this feels like a scene right out of those scary movies!" when he began, using a stick, to press upon my fingers, my shoulder blades and my toe. Still nothing, but the buzzing and the twitching of the eyelids didn't stop. He continued talking to "him", threatening to "burn him with the verses of the Quran if he doesn't leave" and I just waited and waited and waited for something to happen but nothing did.
And then I sighed. Once. Twice. "That's right brother. Leave the way you came in." Three times. Four times. Each sigh deeper than the other and totally against my control. And at every breath, there's relief, like the exhalation of a sad past almost. The weight of the past dissipating in a series of breaths. Five times. Six. Seven. And I started to stretch my spine, almost arching backwards a little to accommodate the sighs... my head dropping back and he pressed the sides of my throat, opening up the windpipe a little more. Eight times. Nine... and then it was over. Just like that.
The aftermath was, perhaps, anti-climatic. But I felt, for once in a long, long time, clear-headed, calm and just a little sleepy. I never would have thought that something like that could happen to me to be honest, but there you go. Apparently he had also been responsible for my violent outbursts of temper for the last 3 years or so. I don't know how much I can attribute my foul temper to "him" to be honest, but I guess I'll have to see how I react to situations in the following weeks to come.
So there you go. My strange story. A story so bizarre that it wouldn't even come across as being plausible in works of fiction. But it's my story nevertheless.
Ah well. I'm off to bed. I'm so, so tired. 3 years is a long time to be bound to him and I'm glad to be free for now. :)
The experience was hard to describe. There weren't the fits or the violence that some people may exhibit, nor the speaking in strange tongues. In fact, I remained quiet, conscious and relatively calm throughout the process. But when he read the "ruqiyah" or specific verses from the Quran, I had a strange tingling sensation right under my skin (from the top of my head to my tippy toes) and I began to exhibit REM or Rapid Eye Movement. As far as I have read, it is not something you get when you are awake, but there it was. The constant twitching of the eyelids and a tic in my left jaw.
Then he talked to me. Called me "Brother". I was like "WTF when did I change sex?" I guess I was waiting for something to happen. A man's voice coming from my lips or something, but that, thankfully, didn't happen. "Brother," he said, "You must leave her now. You are not of her kind."
So I was sitting there, my body buzzing with an energy that is not mine thinking "OMG this feels like a scene right out of those scary movies!" when he began, using a stick, to press upon my fingers, my shoulder blades and my toe. Still nothing, but the buzzing and the twitching of the eyelids didn't stop. He continued talking to "him", threatening to "burn him with the verses of the Quran if he doesn't leave" and I just waited and waited and waited for something to happen but nothing did.
And then I sighed. Once. Twice. "That's right brother. Leave the way you came in." Three times. Four times. Each sigh deeper than the other and totally against my control. And at every breath, there's relief, like the exhalation of a sad past almost. The weight of the past dissipating in a series of breaths. Five times. Six. Seven. And I started to stretch my spine, almost arching backwards a little to accommodate the sighs... my head dropping back and he pressed the sides of my throat, opening up the windpipe a little more. Eight times. Nine... and then it was over. Just like that.
The aftermath was, perhaps, anti-climatic. But I felt, for once in a long, long time, clear-headed, calm and just a little sleepy. I never would have thought that something like that could happen to me to be honest, but there you go. Apparently he had also been responsible for my violent outbursts of temper for the last 3 years or so. I don't know how much I can attribute my foul temper to "him" to be honest, but I guess I'll have to see how I react to situations in the following weeks to come.
So there you go. My strange story. A story so bizarre that it wouldn't even come across as being plausible in works of fiction. But it's my story nevertheless.
Ah well. I'm off to bed. I'm so, so tired. 3 years is a long time to be bound to him and I'm glad to be free for now. :)