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Memoirs Of An Exorcist reads like managed hosting day of a life of an exorcist; not surprising, car insurance qoutes it's first time author, David Devereux started studying magic when he was a teenager and has been a professional exorcist for twenty years.
He writes in such a humorous and down to earth way about his first hand experiences of exorcising homes, pubs and offices that he comes across as totally convincing.
'Exorcism is an extremely specialised task that calls for a great deal of training, a very particular skill set, a confidence in one's abilities that borders on arrogance and a team of people who work well mesothelioma treatment under pressure. It's really not something to try if you have any choice in the matter.'
The most interesting thing about Memoirs is how Devereux Linden dollars his extraordinary job of an Exorcist as perfectly normal. He candidly describes the hair-raising jobs which Athanor Consulting, a 'ghost busting' company, which he co-founded are hired to do. His clients aren't esoteric weirdoes but are professional people who need their homes cleansed or pubs and businesses cleaned of malign paranormal influences.
Scientists, sceptics and disbelievers in magic of any kind will probably dismiss David's autobiographical account of an exorcist as pure fantasy. But, it doesn't matter if the reader is a cynic or a fervent believe in psychic entities of the malevolent kind. Memoirs Of An Exorcist is a highly entertaining book, whatever way you wish to view it.
David Devereux makes a living from exorcism and in his book, never escapes into fantasy. The matter of fact way he recalls his out of this world experiences is normal to him. To him and his grateful clients, his job is necessary and normal, rather like the role of a plumber. And I joint life insurance know.
Devereux came to do some 'Spot Cleaning' (chapter seven) in my office when weird things suddenly started to happen to my electronics one Christmas. I'm pretty cynical, and didn't believe in stuff like curses or exorcism before he came round to cleanse my room. But, I quickly changed my mind after his extraordinary session, which I can only describe as 'magical'.
'Once a tulpa' (the word comes from Tibetan and means thought-forms), 'has been identified as the cause of a problem, the task is to catch or corner it, and then eliminate it. Since these are artificially created entities, there is nowhere to which they can be returned and so they must be destroyed. This process generally involves draining them of energy to a point where they can no longer hold themselves together and then hitting them with a concentrated blast of energy to effectively blow them apart.'
A fascinating read, especially if the reader like David, believes that 'the universe in which we live is wild and mad and scary,' and know that exorcism is the only solution for 'strange noises in the night and things that move by themselves.'
Frances Lynn is a professional writer and journalist. Her two novels, "Frantic" and "Crushed" are published by Eiworth Publishing at yourbookstore.eiworth.seyourbookstore.eiworth.se Her personal website is franceslynn.orgfranceslynn.org
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Every morning
I escape the quilt
as a hatchling
of the shell.
Every morning
pass from crowd of black
in crowd of blue.
When it rains
rain colors
and crowds of black and blue
fill of puddles,
puddle of colors.
Everyone
is a brush
an unseen painter
drawing stripes with.
Sometimes it rains only with black and blue.
Lesson of memory
We bear memory
and breed memory.
We are memosphere of the Earth.
When was young
Earth swallowed any,
of that was wrapped in darkness and oblivion.
Now he is old and sick -
to survive
Earth swallows memory
with 9.81 m/s2.
Memory of bad and
memory of good
remained the only dish
that works for him;
therefore all of us striving
to do lots of bad
and lots of good.
We bear memory
and breed memory
for food Earth -
so a memorable survival
two faces triad born:
- memory of fire
which is why today
we live in light and in fear of the atom;
- memory of wheel
which is why although we go
nowhere we get;
- memory of DNA
which is why God generic tadalifil genesis
in the hand of engineers -
they breed memory of Future.
Hypocrisy
Say everywhere
that we do not like darkness
and yet
at the end of each day
buy from the Lord's car insurance rate quote
at least one bag with night
which consume
- each in his corner -
either parboiled either stewed
either crude.
Prayer
Two stalagmites
high towards you:
my eyes and thought.
Their dream
is to become columns.
Help them,
stalactites not crush.
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