I may be possessed by a demon. HELP!

[Madame Frottage]

As I wither away in Notre Madre de Tristes Hospital from my pesky rabies, I fear I've been possessed by a demon! I awoke one night and heard a shriek! It was inhuman sounding, like maybe a raccoon, but it sounded like it came from inside the hospital ward. I shrugged it off and went to sleep, and then last night, I opened my mouth suddenly and let out an agonizing howl. Maybe some air in my belly dislodged and I had to burp, it didn't sound like one though. This must be a demon! Even as I write this, the demonic entity could be recalibrating my internal hardwiring, so please be careful!

[Dr. Anthony J. Toole]

Are you sure it isn't just histrionics, Ponce?

[MitzaLizalor]

It was inhuman sounding, like maybe a raccoon

Have you read "Weaveworld" which is a book? Although partly fiction, there are elements of reality embedded. One character is called The Magdalene.

• Big Bad: Immacolata
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• Cain and Abel: Immacolata killed her triplet sisters the Magdalene and the Hag when they were in the womb together.
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• Another Dimension: The Fugue, the magical places of our world that were hidden in the Weave. (i.e. of a magic carpet)
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• Mother of a Thousand Young: The Magdalene.

Although murdered, along with her sister, by a third sister, somewhere between embryo and birth, hers is a character having many children. This would normally be difficult for deceased persons but as she never took a first breath, clearly her "breath" could never be "taken away" and any progeny would need someone else's breath, a process known as demonic possession.

In a hospital setting, sequestering a patient's (or staff member's) breath for her own use would require EITHER the sudden and now substituted sharp intake of breath, to wit that of The Magdalene OR the forced exhalation of breath, which would be the so-called "last gasp" of whosever body it was before OR BOTH, if you were going to remain conscious and possessed at the same time.

The doubling of forced and sharp ingress and egress of air, certain to be at a higher wind pressure than normal breathing, could be quite audible, even to the point of a shriek. Think of a ship's whistle, for instance. From a Magdalenic perspective, the shriek would be the moment of birth as what had been an adult human becomes an infant "newborn" Magdalene.

Notre Madre de Tristes sounds a highly suspicious name for a hospital, to me. Adversarial demons may well walk about, seeking whom they may devour, no doubt easier when prospects are in a weakened state.

I hope the rabies clears up soon.


https://tropedia.fandom.com/wiki/Weaveworld

[Isabella White]

Dear Mr. Frottage: are you quite sure that you didn't just inhale some of that wacky tabaccy? It has very odd effects, particularly if one is somewhat addlepated to begin with. Why, in the attached video, just look at how it affects people. Surely you must have known of the repercussions, Dear?!

[Madame Frottage]

Bonjour Mme White,

It grieves me deeply to inform you, my son Quincy Ponce died from his incurable rabies. I am his mother, and found this account. I wish I could say my son is in Heaven now, yet he turned his back on our Catholic faith, and our blessed Virgin Mary. He dabbled with you Baptists and now he's worm food! I will pray for his soul and this website. God Bless!

Helene Fallope-Frottage

[Isabella White]

Oh, my dear Mrs. Fallope-Frottage: May I extend to you, from out of the deepest depths of my big, kind heart, how truly ensaddened I am, to learn of the passing of your darling boy, Q. Ponce. Mr. Frottage was certainly a bright light during his brief stay with us here, at — and please know that he will be missed sorely.

However, I must correct you on a couple of things, Dear. When Q. Ponce turned his back on the Cathyolick "church", he — indeed — turned his back on the devil. There is no doubt about that! Seeking out was the very best thing that could have happened to a bound, ring-kissing, statue-worshipping sinner! Think of it this way: by leaving that horrid Cathyolick mess, he was walking away from the gates of . As a very wise man once said, "I would rather be ten feet away from the gates of and walking away from there, instead of being one thousand miles away and walking toward there."

It it my prayer that you, too, will see the horrendous error of your ways, if you are still associating with those demon-possessed priests. May have mercy on your corrupted soul!

[Dr. Anthony J. Toole]

I can't say I'm surprized. Ponce was always catching diseases and getting into tragic situations. It wouldn't surprize me at all if he came back to life tomorrow, sober, having forgotten that he had died the night before.

[Madame Frottage]

Oh, my dear Mrs. Fallope-Frottage: May I extend to you, from out of the deepest depths of my big, kind heart, how truly ensaddened I am, to learn of the passing of your darling boy, Q. Ponce. Mr. Frottage was certainly a bright light during his brief stay with us here, at — and please know that he will be missed sorely.

However, I must correct you on a couple of things, Dear. When Q. Ponce turned his back on the Cathyolock "church", he — indeed — turned his back on the devil. There is no doubt about that! Seeking out was the very best thing that could have happened to a bound, ring-kissing, statue-worshipping sinner! Think of it this way: by leaving that horrid Cathyolick mess, he was walking away from the gates of . As a very wise man once said, "I would rather be ten feet away from the gates of and walking away from there, instead of being one thousand miles away and walking toward there."

It it my prayer that you, too, will see the horrendous error of your ways, if you are still associating with those demon-possessed priests. May have mercy on your corrupted soul!

Merci Mme. White. My son was always looking for hope, and was dedicated to Amazon, and though we wished he'd expand his aspirations, was very devoted to a company that didn't recognize his worth. I don't appreciate the slurs against the Catholic faith, you seem a respectable woman and I would expect more tact.

[Madame Frottage]

I can't say I'm surprized. Ponce was always catching diseases and getting into tragic situations. It wouldn't surprize me at all if he came back to life tomorrow, sober, having forgotten that he had died the night before.

Sadly, doctor, it wasn't a surprise for us. we are grieving deeply.

[Isabella White]

Merci Mme. White. My son was always looking for hope, and was dedicated to Amazon, and though we wished he'd expand his aspirations, was very devoted to a company that didn't recognize his worth. I don't appreciate the slurs against the Catholic faith, you seem a respectable woman and I would expect more tact.

Dear Mrs. Fallope-Frottage: You are right about one thing here: I am a respectable, woman, and I always try to be as faithful as I possibly can, when it comes to the Work of the good : the , . And that includes being a good witness to Gospel, and proclaiming it whenever and wherever I can!

Matthew 5:16 "Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven."

Romans 1:16 "For I am not ashamed of the gospel of : for it is the power of unto salvation to every one that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek."

And, the fact that I am an unashamed witness of the saving power of the means that I witness freely to all who will hear — and that includes you, Mrs. Fallope-Frottage!

Matthew 11:15 "He that hath ears to hear, let him hear."

Tact?! You want tact? Well, here you are!

T - Trust in Jesus whilst you can. Isaiah 55:6 "Seek ye the while he may be found, call ye upon him while he is near:"
A - Admit you are a lost sinner. Romans 3:23 "For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of ;"
C - Call to Jesus for Salvation. Romans 10:13 "For whosoever shall call upon the name of the shall be saved."
T - Turn from your rotten sins. Acts 3:19 "Repent therefore, and turn back, that your sins may be blotted out,"

May this be the day when you climb down from your pedestal of pride, humble yourself before the , and seek salvation from your abominable sins, in precious , Mrs. Fallope-Frottage!

[MitzaLizalor]

Luke 9:60 [Jesus speaking] Let the dead bury their dead: but go thou and preach the kingdom of God.

A humble reminder - neither Jesus nor I endorse so-called "funerals" and they are not events I would ever attend. For those who do (and it's not for me to judge) there's a question of flowers, in this context merely an additional layer of pagan lugubriousness. Romish funerals must be beyond comprehension but right next door are the Lutherans, replete with an obsession for tulips. These otherwise pleasant blooms should NOT be sent in this case. The T in their acronym stands for TOTAL DEPRAVITY, which is all I needed to know to not be a Lutheran, with other letters representing other tenets of their stuff. Perhaps not all Lutherans hold to all five of them but the T for total depravity is universal.

You know, when learning to read I can remember my first alphabet book. And in my book it was T for table.

So best to avoid sending tulips.

[Madame Frottage]

For us, T stood for terrible, which for your information is spelled the same in English and French, so no misunderstanding there. Quincy smelled terrible at his funeral like a [ *** OBJECTIONABLE, DISTASTEFUL DETAILS REMOVED BY ONE OF GOD'S FAITHFUL MODERATORS ***] in Devil's Valley. Sadly, he wanted he burial in an open casket, and by the time we got him in there, his corpse spoiled badly! The mortician accidentally [ *** MORE OBJECTIONABLE, DISTASTEFUL DETAILS REMOVED BY ONE OF GOD'S FAITHFUL MODERATORS ***] ...oh...it really distracted from the severity of the moment.

[Basilissa]

For someone dead he surely posts a lot

[Madame Frottage]

For someone dead he surely posts a lot

I assure you my son is dead, and while his funeral proceedings were aromatically unpleasant, I am a very clean, Catholic woman, devout. And while I am curious over this Baptist nonsense my son got enamoured with, it's just that. Curiosity from a concerned and grieving mother.