The suburban theme is dominant as is the spiritual battle that is taking place in such
innocent environs. I posted earlier today about contemplatives in the suburbs and
then found an earlier reflection I had meant to post a few months ago. The I got cold
feet. It was deeply confronting for me. It clearly does not make me the hero of my own
blog (with apologies to David Copperfield and Charles Dickens). It tells of an
experience which fills me with shame, but which has the salutary effect of reminding
me that I have feet of clay. I take the risk and publish it below:
Having read much of the literature of the Desert Fathers, it is generally
considered that their demons were allegorical devices which highlighted
their interior stuggles. They were certainly that. I did wonder, however,
whether they exaggerated them. Their demons did seem to take on rather overpowering physical proportions. Recently I had a frightening experience
where the demon took on such physical proportions. The demons had
entered my suburb.
I was playing an online game - the identity of the players is known and their
image appears in a small icon photograph. They are able to communicate
with each other if they choose. As I was playing the other player made a
suggestive comment. This sometimes happens and my normal response
is to ignore them, or shut the game down. But this time, for a whole host of
factors, I made a similar riposte and before I knew it we were engaging in a
very risque conversation. It was a sexual demon.
The game ended, but the sense of unease remained. It occupied my mind
and my soul. I was astounded by how much power and contol over the other
I had exercised in relative anonymity. It felt I had been violated and I had
violated the other. The next day I had to drive my children across town and as
I was driving the demon oppressed my thoughts. I felt so overburdened that I feared I may lose control of the car. It was an extraordinarily frightening
experience.
Later that day I was home alone. I was still shaken by the experience and I
phoned a friend - Alice*. Alice is a consecrated virgin who had a considerable prayer ministry. I explained my situation and that I felt 'oppressed' - as this was
the best way to describe the feeling. She told me that many years ago whe had experienced a similar situation, and it took her years to completely rid herself
of the oppression. In the course of the conversation she said she had spoken
to Mary* - a mutual friend - who had mentioned that I had been very kind to her earlier in the week. Yes, I remembered the conversation. My friend's son had
been sexually abused many years ago by a religious brother and recently had
a serious mental breakdown. I had phoned Mary to check on her and her son's welbeing after that notorious pedophile brother had been found guilty of yet
another offence. I distinctly remembered thinking how horrific the abuse perpetrated by this man had been, and wondering what sort of a monster he
might have been.
Alice gently said: 'Do not judge, or you will be judged' (Matt 7:1-3). It brought
back Nonna's italian admonition: "La meraviglia s'attacca" - which
idiomatically traslates as a waning against judging others: if you marvel at someone else's misfortunes you may find yourself facing the same thing. Alice
also reminded me that I was in a vulnerable situation - circumstances I cannot elaborate on - but that it might be better to spend time reading the Bible than playing online games.
The oppression lifted, but has revisited me again less intensely. The shadow
of the demon is still with me.
Interesting too, is that I had come to a place in my journey where many of the
works to which God has led me are bearing abundant fruit. I have never been busier, but perhaps I was also tempted to believe that I was achieving much.
The reality of course, is that I achieve little and it is God who achieves much through me. In my pride I risk the fall.
considered that their demons were allegorical devices which highlighted
their interior stuggles. They were certainly that. I did wonder, however,
whether they exaggerated them. Their demons did seem to take on rather overpowering physical proportions. Recently I had a frightening experience
where the demon took on such physical proportions. The demons had
entered my suburb.
I was playing an online game - the identity of the players is known and their
image appears in a small icon photograph. They are able to communicate
with each other if they choose. As I was playing the other player made a
suggestive comment. This sometimes happens and my normal response
is to ignore them, or shut the game down. But this time, for a whole host of
factors, I made a similar riposte and before I knew it we were engaging in a
very risque conversation. It was a sexual demon.
The game ended, but the sense of unease remained. It occupied my mind
and my soul. I was astounded by how much power and contol over the other
I had exercised in relative anonymity. It felt I had been violated and I had
violated the other. The next day I had to drive my children across town and as
I was driving the demon oppressed my thoughts. I felt so overburdened that I feared I may lose control of the car. It was an extraordinarily frightening
experience.
Later that day I was home alone. I was still shaken by the experience and I
phoned a friend - Alice*. Alice is a consecrated virgin who had a considerable prayer ministry. I explained my situation and that I felt 'oppressed' - as this was
the best way to describe the feeling. She told me that many years ago whe had experienced a similar situation, and it took her years to completely rid herself
of the oppression. In the course of the conversation she said she had spoken
to Mary* - a mutual friend - who had mentioned that I had been very kind to her earlier in the week. Yes, I remembered the conversation. My friend's son had
been sexually abused many years ago by a religious brother and recently had
a serious mental breakdown. I had phoned Mary to check on her and her son's welbeing after that notorious pedophile brother had been found guilty of yet
another offence. I distinctly remembered thinking how horrific the abuse perpetrated by this man had been, and wondering what sort of a monster he
might have been.
Alice gently said: 'Do not judge, or you will be judged' (Matt 7:1-3). It brought
back Nonna's italian admonition: "La meraviglia s'attacca" - which
idiomatically traslates as a waning against judging others: if you marvel at someone else's misfortunes you may find yourself facing the same thing. Alice
also reminded me that I was in a vulnerable situation - circumstances I cannot elaborate on - but that it might be better to spend time reading the Bible than playing online games.
The oppression lifted, but has revisited me again less intensely. The shadow
of the demon is still with me.
Interesting too, is that I had come to a place in my journey where many of the
works to which God has led me are bearing abundant fruit. I have never been busier, but perhaps I was also tempted to believe that I was achieving much.
The reality of course, is that I achieve little and it is God who achieves much through me. In my pride I risk the fall.
If the Prince of Darkness can persuade me that I am in control, then he can
make those good works crumble. A sobering thought.
* Names have been changed to protect privacy