According
to the account of Mrs. Rosalinda Lane the demons which infested her sister Esmeralda
were in the service of Esmeralda’s first cousin Archie. This mysterious loner
had been commissioned to undertake the magik at the behest of a local
bus driver who had been smitten by Esmeralda. When he impertinently tried to
court her in the bus, she had devastatingly humiliated him in front of the
other passengers. Heart-broken, and humiliated he sought the help of the black
magik practitioner Archie Wade.
Alexander
sat and wondered, "How could a thing that has no mass interact with the physical
body, and mind?" "How could it possibly take over the biology of a
human body like a virus?" he asked himself. He scorned the uselessness of
orthodox scientists. “How convenient for them” he quipped bitingly “if it has
no mass, then it cannot exist!” He looked down on their intellectual, and
psychological indolence. Alexander, however, had carefully isolated, and
distilled the remaining causes of what happened in those dark years into two
remaining possibilities.
The
possibility he feared most was the one he was coming to believe more, and more.
His intellectual efforts had increasingly eliminated the likelihood of a
naturalistic cause. It simultaneously, however, increased the probability of a
supernatural cause. But, he was human, and he couldn’t deny that this
possibility frightened him. He felt himself in dangerous territory –
about to toy with things he knew nothing about.
How could
a man possibly control these forces? And that’s when it struck him. The man
must be able to communicate with these forces. He must be able to
converse with demons. From Mrs. Rosalinda Lane's account it would appear that each demon
lingers in the body only until it has accomplished its specific task. In the
case of Esmeralda Lane the Priest had identified, and addressed three separate
demons. The first demon when commanded in the name of Jesus Christ to leave
said, “I have made her elope with that man. I have finished my work. I am
leaving!” The second demon said that it would crack her skull like a coconut,
and the third said that it would cause her to get leprosy. It is in the sake of
this account noteworthy to mention that subsequent to the less than tragic episode
in 1968 Ms. Esmeralda Lane developed chronic musculo-skeletal issues, along
with a persistent dermatological facial issue.
The truth
is simple enough, but as we get older it gets clouded, and hard to see. We have
the power to destroy ourselves, but we also have the power to build ourselves.
Alexander commanded
the demon, “You know where you have to go, so go." But he was completely
unprepared by the response that appeared in his mind from he knew not where.
"Why? Why should I?" a voice asked him. He lay there for a moment
trying to comprehend what had just happened. This kind is the kind of thing which so
characterizes anything involving the occult, and the supernatural.
Everything has a personal psychological dimension. It’s difficult to assimilate
these phenomena, and trance-like instances because they don’t fit through any
of the rational senses with which humans perceive the world around them.
Later,
he would realize that a demon isn’t at all anything like a human, or even any
living thing. It’s psychology is perhaps the only thing it can be said to share
with the human race. That is to say, it has a mind so to speak, but its motives
don’t make any sense. One may try to find a method in its madness, but this
usually results in the madness of the person.
Speaking
of madness, he pointed his reasoning apparatus at the psychological phenomena
which had just occurred. First, he addressed the issue of why he had had such a
thought, namely, of issuing a command to invisible air. His anger at the
misfortunes that had befallen him, and at those who conveyed them was an
obsession. The possibility of harnessing demonic forces to carry out his wishes
were the means. But, though he willed the question, and forced the command he
had to admit that the same was not true of the answer. It seemed to
follow so naturally as if someone was really out there attending to his
bidding.
Before he
knew what he was doing his mouth almost moved on its own. “What do I have that
anyone could possibly want?” he asked pitifully. His pained face strained as he
spoke, “My life is nothing but suffering with only just enough of the basic
pleasures keeping me from ending my suffering.” In all honesty this was his
truth. The last five years had been a remorseless uphill climb against what he
could only identify as Death. All around him he saw people socializing
superficially, dragging their bodies to work and extracting satisfaction from
the misery of others. He would painfully observe as they desperately clutched
at straws to project a caricature of sanity, and humanity.
Alexander
was at a strange point now in his life. He realized that the only thing he
could offer was his life. That is, all he had to give was all
that he was, and could do. But, he didn’t want to carry on the conversation any
more. He felt as if even entertaining it in his mind passively constituted a
medium of conversation with that entity he had heard in his own mind.
For the
first time he understood that he would have to give in order to receive.
He would have to pay the demon. But, what could he possibly have that the demon
would want? Secretly, he knew the answer to this already, and had a sinking
feeling about where this was headed.
