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I remember looking in a mirror and not seeing myself, only the face the demon that controls me laughing. I stare and stare until I can see myself.
At first I look like a zombie with my lips sewed shut. I keep looking until I can see my face. I look like Clark Gable in a leather jerkin.
As I look at my image I gain control. I stand locked for a day and a night fighting for control of my body and soul.
I understand the mind of the demon and he understands me for our minds are overlaid one on top of the other.
“Be gone demon, you have no control here!”
“If you cast me out, you die from the changes I have made within you brain. You can not win!”
I posses the demon and force him to my will. I force him out of my nose, holding just enough of his essence to still control. I force him to reach into my skull and perform corrective brain surgery on my damaged brain. Once I am repaired I cast him out.
Long Beach, CA. - 1985
