Seems there’s a minor outbreak of the demon sniffles going around. These things are catching. One can trace this specific outbreak back to here and here, and further back to dear departed Bane. I won’t name names, but there are far worse infestations in other places not so distant in internet terms.
Brother Owl is a fine fellow, but I suspect he doesn’t have quite as good a handle on the situation as he’d like to believe. These sick freaks enjoy attention good or bad. Anything is better than wandering the grey wastes and finding no rest. Any human warmth is better than the numbing cold of the void. Any contact is better than total isolation.
I hate the concept of even a scrap of comfort interrupting the punishment of these fallen traitors, so I’ll share a little trick I find helpful.
To preface: This is koan talk. You may notice I’ve set almost all my koan posts to private. I intend to ship the remaining posts to other blogs with different titles, when I get around to it. I’ve determined to my satisfaction that my koans are highly personal, customized to my sociobiology, religion, worldview, etc., and thus not particularly useful to others.
Nevertheless the name of this blog IS Koanic Soul, so once I move the useful stuff elsewhere maybe I’ll keep this spot for koan crazy talk – with proper caveats prominently posted.
Now, on to the demon protocol.
First, the defense. #1, be a Christian. This wins the long game. The rest just tightens tactics, so that you suffer none and they suffer max.
Here’s my core tactic. When I feel the fear aura of an approach, this is what I do to shut it down and kick it out.
Longtime fans know I pray in tongues, glossolalia. I use this to control the inner monologue; works great.
Wouldn’t it be nice to also control one’s body the same way? Turns out it’s possible. Just channel tongues through invisible micromovements in your major muscle groups. I can use this to get through chores when normally I’d be too blasted by fatigue to make myself get up. The micromovements easily translate into larger movements.
It also works great for social anxiety and depression. I’m not sitting still doing nothing. I am flowing, body and mind. I am not overly focused, nor overly deliberate. No anxiety or awkwardness loops can gain traction.
Steven Pressfield writes in Gates of Fire about how fear grows in the body – that the body is the engine of fear. The microvements continually dissipate that fear.
Which brings us to demons. Turns out, when your body is literally filled by tongues prayer, their fear can’t get in, and thus neither can they. Not that a Christian need worry about actual possession, but the fear aura proceeds more explicit insinuations and influence.
Congratulations, your skin is now spiritual adamantium. This pretty much ends the fight, but wouldn’t you enjoy punching something with that shiny fist? I thought so. Let’s splat some bug.
Depending on severity, a King James Bible is a good thing to have, as is a fellow Christian who will pray with you. In extremis, fasting might be necessary.
However, generally speaking the name of Jesus will suffice, thusly:
“I banish you in the name of Jesus Christ. Eat dust, wander empty places, and find no rest, worm.”
Repeat, with variations on burning in hell eternally, asserting God’s dominance, etc. Speak aloud if needed, tongues or otherwise. Clench your fists and set your jaw; hostility drives out fear. Trust me, the Name hurts.
This is double unfun and results in a speedy departure.
Of course, the more fatigued, drugged, sinful and occult you are, the weaker your natural barriers. So don’t forget to tend the fences, eh?
“Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil. Rather, evil shall fear me.”