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