Through the Eyes of an Exorcist

By James Long

Bishop James Long, the Presiding Archbishop for the United States Old Catholic Church, writes about his experience and his knowledge on the topic of Demonology and Exorcism.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 28, 2011
• ISBN: 9781257176717

James Long

James Long has been making theatre since 1995. He directs the Theatre Replacement with Maiko Bae Yamamoto. As a freelance actor and director, he has had the pleasure of working with Rumble Productions, Neworld Theatre, Cindy Mochizuki, urban ink, Leaky Heaven Circus, The Chop, The Only Animal, Stan’s Cafe, CBC Radio, and Electric Company Theatre, among many others. He is a graduate of Simon Fraser University. In 2015, Talonbooks published his co-written play Winners and Losers.

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Exorcist

CHAPTER I

THE INTRODUCTION

"These beings, because of pride, did not return to God’s love. God did not destroy them, but permits them a limited scope of activity. Their condition is permanent for no creature can turn away from the perfect good of the beatific vision once he has come to enjoy it, and no additional reflection could change the mind of a purely spirited being who has turned away" Roman Catholic Church statement on Fallen Angels – Catholic Online

I am often asked why I chose to enter the Demonology field. Of course, there is not an easy answer for such a complicated question but I have found myself thinking more and more about that question and I believe that through prayer, I have come to embrace the answer.

As a little child, I always knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. I remember when I was in kindergarten and my teacher asked all of the students what we wanted to be when we were older. I will never forget what I told her and I will also never forget the weird looks I received when I proudly stated what I wanted to do. I went home that afternoon and I said nothing to my mother that day about my conversation with my teacher. However, I remember walking into our parish on Sunday morning and my mother asked what I did in school on Friday. I told her the story about my teacher asking what we wanted to do when we grew up. She asked me what I told my teacher, and I pointed to the priest and I said, I want to do what he does. From that moment on, my love for the priesthood grew and my calling to serve in ministry has never ceased.

Growing up was rather interesting for me. It was interesting because most of my friends were thinking about buying new games for their game console but yet, I was thinking about my future as a priest. I knew that I wanted to be a priest but I also knew that I wanted to learn as much as I could about the opposite of good. I had the burning desire to learn and study Demonology. While my friends were playing with their G.I Joe’s, I was busy reading books on Demonology and anything that I could find on Philosophy and Theological concepts. This desire to want to know more has never subsided and even today, I constantly read.

I always knew that I was an outsider looking in to the world that I was supposed to be a part of and I always knew that I was different. I always knew that my future would be filled with assisting those who needed help and I always knew that I was to offer my hand to those who needed support. The priesthood, for me, was something that I just knew that I wanted to do from a very early age in life. It was also during my years of middle school that I began to have a recurring dream and even to this day, I have this same dream. It was during my middle school years that I began to think that perhaps there was more to my calling than just the priesthood. My calling was very strong and I could not ignore it; even though I tried at times. My life as a middle school student became confusing and spiritually challenging. I was at peace with my calling to serve as one of God’s priests but there was an entity that would introduce himself to me; an entity that I had never known before and that entity was Satan.

I will never forget the dream that I had that changed my life. I went to bed at the normal time and my daily routine was no different than any other day. However, I was visited by an entity that wanted to introduce himself. I dreamed that I woke up in my sleep and I saw someone lying on a small cot next to my dresser drawer. I walked over to this entity and it was Jesus. He was wearing very bright gold sandals, a grayish robe and his face was very grey. His complexion looked as if it were shark skin. It had a darkish grey tint to it but yet, I knew who was lying on the cot; or so I thought. He was wearing the crown of thorns and he was bleeding from the head. His hands had the nail marks and they were bleeding as well. As I reached for his hand, he opened his eyes and the vast emptiness of his eyes was enough for me to recognize what evil truly looks like. His eyes were a darkish red color and it looked as if his eyes were bleeding. The whites of his eyes were covered in grayish lines and as he stood, he continued his dark gaze until we were eye to eye. Without moving a muscle, he slowly moved his eyes towards my feet and he slowly raised his eyelids until his hellish eyes locked on to mine. The first words out of his mouth were, what the hell are you looking at.

His comment shook the very foundation of my soul and for a brief moment, I could not move. I was locked in place and for that brief moment, it seemed that I would never escape this diabolical entity that held me captive. I broke from his gaze and grabbed a crucifix from the wall and held it towards him. He slowly looked at the cross, and raising his eyes towards me, he grabbed the cross and began to crush it with his hands. As he began to crush the cross, I noticed slight twitches in his facial expressions as if the cross was hurting him. As he was crushing the cross, his eyes again locked on mine, and he said, is that supposed to hurt me, I died on the stupid ass thing!

His hands began to bleed and the cross turned into dark ash. I ran upstairs and told my mother about the entity in the basement. We called a priest and he immediately came to our home. As the priest walked towards this entity, the tension was overwhelming and every human emotion that you can possibly think of engulfed my entire being. The priest began to perform the Roman Ritual of Exorcism and as this entity began to scream in pain and agony, he reached towards my hand for help. My next move has always been and will be confusing to me because without thinking or even hesitating, I reached out my hand to help this entity that was thriving in pain. As he grabbed my hand, I woke up and I could not breathe. As the sweat was pouring down my face, I looked over to my right and standing next to my dresser drawer was the entity staring directly into my eyes. With a very simple smirk, he slowly vanished. I looked on the floor and my crucifix that was hanging on the wall was next to where the entity was standing. The nail on the foot of the cross had been yanked out and the figure of Christ was facing down. I wish that I could tell you that I no