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“Now what would you say,” he proposed as an instance, “if you were my internist, God forbid, and I told you I had headaches, recurring nightmares, nausea, insomnia and blurring of the vision; and also that I generally felt unglued and was worried to death about my job? Would you say I was neurotic?” “I’m a bad one to ask, Marc; I know you’re neurotic.” “Those symptoms I gave you are the same as for brain tumor, Chris. Check the body. That’s first. Then we’ll see.”
fascinating - based on most women's experience in Healthcare, they would be told it was anxiety and the tumor left to grow until multiple specialists had been consulted.
“You know it as epilepsy.” “Oh, good Christ!” “Now, let’s hold it,” soothed Klein. “I can see that like most of the general public your impression of epilepsy is exaggerated and probably largely mythical.”
The psychiatrist seemed to be choosing his words as carefully as flat, round stones to skim over a pond.
For a hesitant moment the priest stood unmoving; then slowly and deliberately, as if he had made a decision to do so, he went forward, stepping into the house with an odd sense of ending.
After all, I’m a prince! ‘The Prince of This World,’ as some very strange person said of me once. Can’t quite remember who.”
If it comes after Ketuvim, I have to Google it 'cause I don't know your references lol.
I should really prioritize getting a Jewish Annotated New Testament one of these days if I'm going to keep reading and watching possession horror.
I’d just know it, I’d know it in my gut, and I’m telling you that thing upstairs is not my daughter!
If I go to the Chancery Office, or wherever it is I have to go to get permission for an exorcism, the first thing I’d have to have is a pretty substantial indication that your daughter’s condition isn’t a purely psychiatric problem, plus evidence that the Church would accept as signs of possession.” “Like what?” “I don’t know. I’ll have to go and look it up.” “Are you kidding? I thought you were supposed to be an expert.” “There aren’t any experts.
I've seen that (very fake) exorcism documentary. I know that super old priest was def around and learning all about exorcisms contemporary to this book.
He had Oesterreich’s Possession; Huxley’s The Devils of Loudun; Parapraxis in the Haizman Case of Sigmund Freud; McCasland’s Demon Possession and Exorcism in Early Christianity in the Light of Modern Views of Mental Illness; and extracts from psychiatric journals of Freud’s “A Neurosis of Demoniacal Possession in the 17th Century,” and “The Demonology of Modern Psychiatry.”
If i had read this when I was sixteen and 3 edgy 5 you I so would have made this into a reading list
Allegedly possessed, they had “confessed” to their exorcists that while helpless in the state of possession, they had regularly attended Satanic orgies at which they had varied their erotic fare: Mondays and Tuesdays, heterosexual copulation; Thursdays, sodomy, fellatio and cunnilingus with homosexual partners; Saturday, bestiality with domestic animals and dragons.
After that there’s clairvoyance, although nowadays it might be ruled out as just telepathy or ESP.” “You believe in that stuff?” Karras studied her, the grimace of disbelief, the frown. She was serious, he decided. “It’s undeniable these days,” he told her, “although, as I said, it isn’t at all supernatural.”
“I’m not the one who sets the rules.” “Well, you’ve sure got your heart into enforcing them.”
“The Church—not me; the Church—once published a warning to would-be exorcists. I read it last night. What it said was that most of the people who think they’re possessed or are thought to be possessed—and now I’m quoting word for word—‘are far more in need of a doctor than of a priest.’ Now can you guess when that warning was issued?” “No, when?” “The year fifteen eighty-three.”
“Especially, do not listen to anything he says. The demon is a liar. He will lie to confuse us; but he will also mix lies with the truth to attack us. The attack is psychological, Damien. And powerful. Do not listen. Remember that. Do not listen.”
when he turned his head and looked at the door to Regan’s bedroom, Chris again felt that tension, that thickening of coiled darkness behind it. In the bedroom. Beyond that door. Merrin nodded. “All right,” he said softly.