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Post by RitaMarita on Feb 14, 2024 6:35:58 GMT -5
Hi all. I’m very glad to have found this place as I returned to the faith several years ago and have really been motivated to educate myself about it. I guess I’d have to classify myself as a sede but like many it doesn’t exactly make me feel comfortable. I’m mostly here to just read and learn but of course I’ll add to any conversation where I feel I may have something helpful to say. Beyond the goal of learning all I possibly can about my faith I’m also looking for any helpful suggestions on how to meet somebody who has similar trad beliefs and is also focused on their faith. Where I live is basically a desert. All Vatican II followers, Protestants and hardcore atheists. It’s tough here. As a guy accustomed to meeting people face to face, I’m out of my depth online so any helpful suggestions or resources like great dating apps or websites would be most welcome. Anyway, I look forward to talking to you all and probably learning quite a bit! Take care! Welcome to the forum, Polycarp! Would you be willing to share your story of how you came back to the Faith? I always enjoy a good story and hearing how people became traditional is one of my favorite pastimes! 😊
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Post by polycarpwontburn on Feb 15, 2024 1:47:48 GMT -5
Hi all. I’m very glad to have found this place as I returned to the faith several years ago and have really been motivated to educate myself about it. I guess I’d have to classify myself as a sede but like many it doesn’t exactly make me feel comfortable. I’m mostly here to just read and learn but of course I’ll add to any conversation where I feel I may have something helpful to say. Beyond the goal of learning all I possibly can about my faith I’m also looking for any helpful suggestions on how to meet somebody who has similar trad beliefs and is also focused on their faith. Where I live is basically a desert. All Vatican II followers, Protestants and hardcore atheists. It’s tough here. As a guy accustomed to meeting people face to face, I’m out of my depth online so any helpful suggestions or resources like great dating apps or websites would be most welcome. Anyway, I look forward to talking to you all and probably learning quite a bit! Take care! Welcome to the forum, Polycarp! Would you be willing to share your story of how you came back to the Faith? I always enjoy a good story and hearing how people became traditional is one of my favorite pastimes! 😊 Sure Rita. I had a bit of a strange childhood. My mother and her family were more recent Irish and Scottish Catholic immigrants for the most part. Huge families, lots of musicians and also nuns, Franciscans and clergy. My dad’s family have been here pretty much since the Mayflower and they were from the south so very Protestant and w.a.s.p.s. Luckily my mom won out and converted my dad and also his mom so we were raised Catholic. I had a childhood where I was targeted by the preternatural. My mother had experiences as well but whereas her were positive, mine were demonic. It ruined my childhood and my young adulthood. I fell into a life of drinking, promiscuity, travel, greed and depression. In doing so I fell away from the church and deep into demonic oppression and obsession. My life was very dark. At times I was an atheist, an agnostic and a nihilist. I was almost lost forever. Then, for no known reason, things turned around. In about 2015 I began to get very very paranoid and depressed. I didn’t even know what I was paranoid about. It’s hard to explain but I felt that the very space I occupied and air I breathed was screaming at me. For a time I fell deeper into alcoholism but then I was at work one night and I was struck by every bad deed I ever did rushing back to me all at once. I almost had a breakdown at first but then I realized I need to clean up. But this was still several years before I came back. At first I changed my behaviors and my morals. I became more conservatively minded and began to embrace tradition. I cut back my drinking and staying out late and cut ties with bad influences. Yet, the paranoia did not leave. Instead the feeling changed. I began to get really sad but not for me. Instead I became overwhelmingly sad for the world. I knew something bad was coming. Real bad. From 2017-2019 I just kept preparing for a bad thing coming but had no clue what it was. Then I overheard somebody on a television at work mention a virus. Nothing else, no info at all and everything clicked. I spent thousands overnight buying survival stuff, food, water etc. I didn’t panic but I got the feeling something bad was going to happen. Then coming back to my place with the very last of my supplies my ankle, for no real reason basically exploded as I was entering my apartment. I found myself in the emergency room on the day before they locked down the country and I was told I wouldn’t walk for a long time and I’d have to stay with my parents. For the first couple of weeks I went nuts. I knew this was all a farce as far as the virus went but I knew the intention behind it all was malicious. I felt like a sitting duck even after my parents brought all those supplies over to their house. But that stuff wasn’t a waste, it did two things. Firstly, it allowed us to bond for the first time in years during lockdown because we didn’t have to leave unless it was for something we wanted to do the whole time secondly, there were a lot of real bad shortages here and I had stuff to help my neighbors and the rest of my family too. But it was during one of these days where I was miserable and ranting my mom looked at me and said, “I’m doing my prayers. Why don’t you join me?” I had no excuse this time, I was stuck on the couch. So, I just shut up and prayed the rosary. Then I prayed it again and again and again. One day I woke up and I was not me anymore and the bad feeling I had inside for years was gone. Fast forward 4 years and a minor exorcism (that was pretty intense) later and I try to live for God now more than ever. But because of what I’ve seen and experienced. Because of old bad habits and shame, I know I have a long way to go still. But now I know how to get there….
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Post by RitaMarita on Feb 17, 2024 5:45:27 GMT -5
Welcome to the forum, Polycarp! Would you be willing to share your story of how you came back to the Faith? I always enjoy a good story and hearing how people became traditional is one of my favorite pastimes! 😊 Sure Rita. I had a bit of a strange childhood. My mother and her family were more recent Irish and Scottish Catholic immigrants for the most part. Huge families, lots of musicians and also nuns, Franciscans and clergy. My dad’s family have been here pretty much since the Mayflower and they were from the south so very Protestant and w.a.s.p.s. Luckily my mom won out and converted my dad and also his mom so we were raised Catholic. I had a childhood where I was targeted by the preternatural. My mother had experiences as well but whereas her were positive, mine were demonic. It ruined my childhood and my young adulthood. I fell into a life of drinking, promiscuity, travel, greed and depression. In doing so I fell away from the church and deep into demonic oppression and obsession. My life was very dark. At times I was an atheist, an agnostic and a nihilist. I was almost lost forever. Then, for no known reason, things turned around. In about 2015 I began to get very very paranoid and depressed. I didn’t even know what I was paranoid about. It’s hard to explain but I felt that the very space I occupied and air I breathed was screaming at me. For a time I fell deeper into alcoholism but then I was at work one night and I was struck by every bad deed I ever did rushing back to me all at once. I almost had a breakdown at first but then I realized I need to clean up. But this was still several years before I came back. At first I changed my behaviors and my morals. I became more conservatively minded and began to embrace tradition. I cut back my drinking and staying out late and cut ties with bad influences. Yet, the paranoia did not leave. Instead the feeling changed. I began to get really sad but not for me. Instead I became overwhelmingly sad for the world. I knew something bad was coming. Real bad. From 2017-2019 I just kept preparing for a bad thing coming but had no clue what it was. Then I overheard somebody on a television at work mention a virus. Nothing else, no info at all and everything clicked. I spent thousands overnight buying survival stuff, food, water etc. I didn’t panic but I got the feeling something bad was going to happen. Then coming back to my place with the very last of my supplies my ankle, for no real reason basically exploded as I was entering my apartment. I found myself in the emergency room on the day before they locked down the country and I was told I wouldn’t walk for a long time and I’d have to stay with my parents. For the first couple of weeks I went nuts. I knew this was all a farce as far as the virus went but I knew the intention behind it all was malicious. I felt like a sitting duck even after my parents brought all those supplies over to their house. But that stuff wasn’t a waste, it did two things. Firstly, it allowed us to bond for the first time in years during lockdown because we didn’t have to leave unless it was for something we wanted to do the whole time secondly, there were a lot of real bad shortages here and I had stuff to help my neighbors and the rest of my family too. But it was during one of these days where I was miserable and ranting my mom looked at me and said, “I’m doing my prayers. Why don’t you join me?” I had no excuse this time, I was stuck on the couch. So, I just shut up and prayed the rosary. Then I prayed it again and again and again. One day I woke up and I was not me anymore and the bad feeling I had inside for years was gone. Fast forward 4 years and a minor exorcism (that was pretty intense) later and I try to live for God now more than ever. But because of what I’ve seen and experienced. Because of old bad habits and shame, I know I have a long way to go still. But now I know how to get there…. Wow! What a story! Thank you so much for sharing! It sounds like your mother is a bit like Saint Monica and has been praying for your conversion back to the faith for years. May God bless hee for her perseverance and for you responding to the Hand of God! The exorcism sounds like an interesting story.
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Post by polycarpwontburn on Feb 17, 2024 11:31:22 GMT -5
Sure Rita. I had a bit of a strange childhood. My mother and her family were more recent Irish and Scottish Catholic immigrants for the most part. Huge families, lots of musicians and also nuns, Franciscans and clergy. My dad’s family have been here pretty much since the Mayflower and they were from the south so very Protestant and w.a.s.p.s. Luckily my mom won out and converted my dad and also his mom so we were raised Catholic. I had a childhood where I was targeted by the preternatural. My mother had experiences as well but whereas her were positive, mine were demonic. It ruined my childhood and my young adulthood. I fell into a life of drinking, promiscuity, travel, greed and depression. In doing so I fell away from the church and deep into demonic oppression and obsession. My life was very dark. At times I was an atheist, an agnostic and a nihilist. I was almost lost forever. Then, for no known reason, things turned around. In about 2015 I began to get very very paranoid and depressed. I didn’t even know what I was paranoid about. It’s hard to explain but I felt that the very space I occupied and air I breathed was screaming at me. For a time I fell deeper into alcoholism but then I was at work one night and I was struck by every bad deed I ever did rushing back to me all at once. I almost had a breakdown at first but then I realized I need to clean up. But this was still several years before I came back. At first I changed my behaviors and my morals. I became more conservatively minded and began to embrace tradition. I cut back my drinking and staying out late and cut ties with bad influences. Yet, the paranoia did not leave. Instead the feeling changed. I began to get really sad but not for me. Instead I became overwhelmingly sad for the world. I knew something bad was coming. Real bad. From 2017-2019 I just kept preparing for a bad thing coming but had no clue what it was. Then I overheard somebody on a television at work mention a virus. Nothing else, no info at all and everything clicked. I spent thousands overnight buying survival stuff, food, water etc. I didn’t panic but I got the feeling something bad was going to happen. Then coming back to my place with the very last of my supplies my ankle, for no real reason basically exploded as I was entering my apartment. I found myself in the emergency room on the day before they locked down the country and I was told I wouldn’t walk for a long time and I’d have to stay with my parents. For the first couple of weeks I went nuts. I knew this was all a farce as far as the virus went but I knew the intention behind it all was malicious. I felt like a sitting duck even after my parents brought all those supplies over to their house. But that stuff wasn’t a waste, it did two things. Firstly, it allowed us to bond for the first time in years during lockdown because we didn’t have to leave unless it was for something we wanted to do the whole time secondly, there were a lot of real bad shortages here and I had stuff to help my neighbors and the rest of my family too. But it was during one of these days where I was miserable and ranting my mom looked at me and said, “I’m doing my prayers. Why don’t you join me?” I had no excuse this time, I was stuck on the couch. So, I just shut up and prayed the rosary. Then I prayed it again and again and again. One day I woke up and I was not me anymore and the bad feeling I had inside for years was gone. Fast forward 4 years and a minor exorcism (that was pretty intense) later and I try to live for God now more than ever. But because of what I’ve seen and experienced. Because of old bad habits and shame, I know I have a long way to go still. But now I know how to get there…. Wow! What a story! Thank you so much for sharing! It sounds like your mother is a bit like Saint Monica and has been praying for your conversion back to the faith for years. May God bless hee for her perseverance and for you responding to the Hand of God! The exorcism sounds like an interesting story. Thanks Rita, I appreciate that a lot. As far as the exorcism went it was a minor right and it was somewhat intense for that kind but what was more special was what followed in the days after. I can talk more about it some time if anyone is interested.
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Post by John Lewis on Feb 17, 2024 22:59:12 GMT -5
Wow! What a story! Thank you so much for sharing! It sounds like your mother is a bit like Saint Monica and has been praying for your conversion back to the faith for years. May God bless hee for her perseverance and for you responding to the Hand of God! The exorcism sounds like an interesting story. Thanks Rita, I appreciate that a lot. As far as the exorcism went it was a minor right and it was somewhat intense for that kind but what was more special was what followed in the days after. I can talk more about it some time if anyone is interested. Please do. Which rites of exorcism were used and who did the exorcism?
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Post by RitaMarita on Feb 18, 2024 6:02:55 GMT -5
Wow! What a story! Thank you so much for sharing! It sounds like your mother is a bit like Saint Monica and has been praying for your conversion back to the faith for years. May God bless hee for her perseverance and for you responding to the Hand of God! The exorcism sounds like an interesting story. Thanks Rita, I appreciate that a lot. As far as the exorcism went it was a minor right and it was somewhat intense for that kind but what was more special was what followed in the days after. I can talk more about it some time if anyone is interested. I am definitely interested in hearing more about the exorcism. I used to study excorisms. I also knew a man once who converted because of a ouji board. No one could explain and help him get rid of the strange occurances happening in his house after using one until he was sent to a traditional Catholic priest. That in turn helped him become a traditional Catholic. 😇
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Post by polycarpwontburn on Feb 18, 2024 13:12:23 GMT -5
Thanks Rita, I appreciate that a lot. As far as the exorcism went it was a minor right and it was somewhat intense for that kind but what was more special was what followed in the days after. I can talk more about it some time if anyone is interested. Please do. Which rites of exorcism were used and who did the exorcism? It was the Old Roman Rite of Minor Exorcism. It was done by a Traditional Sede priest but as far as the name goes I’m actually a little reluctant to mention it for certain reasons. But I can mention that he lives in the Northeast like myself. Sorry, I just feel like I might draw unwanted attention to him if I mention his name. It’s hard to explain.
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Post by polycarpwontburn on Feb 18, 2024 13:37:48 GMT -5
Thanks Rita, I appreciate that a lot. As far as the exorcism went it was a minor right and it was somewhat intense for that kind but what was more special was what followed in the days after. I can talk more about it some time if anyone is interested. I am definitely interested in hearing more about the exorcism. I used to study excorisms. I also knew a man once who converted because of a ouji board. No one could explain and help him get rid of the strange occurances happening in his house after using one until he was sent to a traditional Catholic priest. That in turn helped him become a traditional Catholic. 😇 Well the Rite itself was quick but what happened inside of my head didn’t feel that way. I felt like I had been in a fight. As I was sat in a chair and made to face the church altar, the priest beforehand told me that when he said so, I needed to shut my eyes and think of an image of Christ crucified that I know the best and don’t let it leave my mind. So, about 30 seconds of prayer go by and not much happens but I do realize that I’m a bit tense and he tells me to shut my eyes as he said. For a few more seconds I have no problem seeing the image but I felt as if I was no longer in the church. I could feel the chair I was in and not much else. Then my mind began to wander and falter, so I refocused. That’s when something kept ripping the image of Christ from my minds eye. It became harder and harder to bring it back every time. My body got stiffer and stiffer. I remember not asking God for help in anyway but simply feeling that and suddenly the image crept perfectly back into my mind and I could see Jesus perfectly again. But not I felt despair and apprehension while simultaneously feeling like “I don’t need this. I’m obviously fine.” Like I was emotionally split into two states. When I let these feelings get a grip on me the image in my mind disappeared again. So I had to double my efforts to keep it in there. As it came to its conclusion, I noticed how my body was unusually tense and rigid. The image in my mind was constantly fighting to stay up. I liken in to if I was trying to look at a painting in a gallery and the whole time, one person keeps ripping it down and another keeps putting back up right after. But I knew if I totally lost that image I would be disobeying Fr. and God and also the exorcism might not be done properly so I fought like crazy to keep it there. Anyway, I was slammed back into the room by Fr’s voice when he said, “You may open your eyes.” I opened them, the room was sunny and he was smiling at me. Physically, I felt like steam should have been coming off of me and it hit me that I have no idea how I reacted outwardly in the room. I could have tapdanced across the church and not remembered. I was thinking this as he was giving me a rundown of what I needed to do Next and honestly I couldn’t concentrate. That was because the rigidity in my body that I mentioned earlier was because I was paralyzed completely in place. I could barely even open my mouth. Obviously, I was a bit alarmed and interrupted Fr to say “mmmrrrmm ppphhhrrrppphhh uuuummmpphhh froof.” lol Translated: “I can’t move, is this normal.” Without missing a beat he just goes, “Yeah, that can happen.” The very second he finished saying that my whole body cracked and I was freed, almost falling to the floor. Father just went “Oop! There ya go! Take a minute and meet me outside.” And he left. And I cried a bit in that chair in an empty church. Then I had my conditional, real, not Vatican II Baptism and Confirmation. Then I went back to the room in the seminary I was staying in and slept for 14 hours. I had to leave to return home the next day. Fr told me not to be surprised if people start revealing secrets they’ve kept from me for years or want to open up with me and mend fences. That suddenly work might want to promote me or I might find love a lot easier or I may feel way more motivated about my life in the coming weeks because after something like demonic obsession and oppression is gone, any supernatural roadblocks facing your life are removed and your world kinda corrects itself. I remember the next few days feeling serene. As if something inside was emptied out and now I was lighter. I wasn’t very emotional outwardly but that was because I felt satisfied. Also, when I got back into town and met up alone with my mom, she immediately told me a very private secret she kept from me my whole life that explained a lot of things about myself. Things continued that way for a while. But yeah, that’s my long boring story.
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Post by RitaMarita on Feb 19, 2024 9:11:00 GMT -5
Please do. Which rites of exorcism were used and who did the exorcism? It was the Old Roman Rite of Minor Exorcism. It was done by a Traditional Sede priest but as far as the name goes I’m actually a little reluctant to mention it for certain reasons. But I can mention that he lives in the Northeast like myself. Sorry, I just feel like I might draw unwanted attention to him if I mention his name. It’s hard to explain. I can understand not mentioning the priests name. It is a small world when it comes to traditional Catholic circles. 😅
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Post by RitaMarita on Feb 19, 2024 9:11:46 GMT -5
I am definitely interested in hearing more about the exorcism. I used to study excorisms. I also knew a man once who converted because of a ouji board. No one could explain and help him get rid of the strange occurances happening in his house after using one until he was sent to a traditional Catholic priest. That in turn helped him become a traditional Catholic. 😇 Well the Rite itself was quick but what happened inside of my head didn’t feel that way. I felt like I had been in a fight. As I was sat in a chair and made to face the church altar, the priest beforehand told me that when he said so, I needed to shut my eyes and think of an image of Christ crucified that I know the best and don’t let it leave my mind. So, about 30 seconds of prayer go by and not much happens but I do realize that I’m a bit tense and he tells me to shut my eyes as he said. For a few more seconds I have no problem seeing the image but I felt as if I was no longer in the church. I could feel the chair I was in and not much else. Then my mind began to wander and falter, so I refocused. That’s when something kept ripping the image of Christ from my minds eye. It became harder and harder to bring it back every time. My body got stiffer and stiffer. I remember not asking God for help in anyway but simply feeling that and suddenly the image crept perfectly back into my mind and I could see Jesus perfectly again. But not I felt despair and apprehension while simultaneously feeling like “I don’t need this. I’m obviously fine.” Like I was emotionally split into two states. When I let these feelings get a grip on me the image in my mind disappeared again. So I had to double my efforts to keep it in there. As it came to its conclusion, I noticed how my body was unusually tense and rigid. The image in my mind was constantly fighting to stay up. I liken in to if I was trying to look at a painting in a gallery and the whole time, one person keeps ripping it down and another keeps putting back up right after. But I knew if I totally lost that image I would be disobeying Fr. and God and also the exorcism might not be done properly so I fought like crazy to keep it there. Anyway, I was slammed back into the room by Fr’s voice when he said, “You may open your eyes.” I opened them, the room was sunny and he was smiling at me. Physically, I felt like steam should have been coming off of me and it hit me that I have no idea how I reacted outwardly in the room. I could have tapdanced across the church and not remembered. I was thinking this as he was giving me a rundown of what I needed to do Next and honestly I couldn’t concentrate. That was because the rigidity in my body that I mentioned earlier was because I was paralyzed completely in place. I could barely even open my mouth. Obviously, I was a bit alarmed and interrupted Fr to say “mmmrrrmm ppphhhrrrppphhh uuuummmpphhh froof.” lol Translated: “I can’t move, is this normal.” Without missing a beat he just goes, “Yeah, that can happen.” The very second he finished saying that my whole body cracked and I was freed, almost falling to the floor. Father just went “Oop! There ya go! Take a minute and meet me outside.” And he left. And I cried a bit in that chair in an empty church. Then I had my conditional, real, not Vatican II Baptism and Confirmation. Then I went back to the room in the seminary I was staying in and slept for 14 hours. I had to leave to return home the next day. Fr told me not to be surprised if people start revealing secrets they’ve kept from me for years or want to open up with me and mend fences. That suddenly work might want to promote me or I might find love a lot easier or I may feel way more motivated about my life in the coming weeks because after something like demonic obsession and oppression is gone, any supernatural roadblocks facing your life are removed and your world kinda corrects itself. I remember the next few days feeling serene. As if something inside was emptied out and now I was lighter. I wasn’t very emotional outwardly but that was because I felt satisfied. Also, when I got back into town and met up alone with my mom, she immediately told me a very private secret she kept from me my whole life that explained a lot of things about myself. Things continued that way for a while. But yeah, that’s my long boring story. Not boring at all! Thank you for sharing! Keep fighting the good fight and may God bless your efforts! 😇🙏
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Post by polycarpwontburn on Feb 19, 2024 12:18:43 GMT -5
Well the Rite itself was quick but what happened inside of my head didn’t feel that way. I felt like I had been in a fight. As I was sat in a chair and made to face the church altar, the priest beforehand told me that when he said so, I needed to shut my eyes and think of an image of Christ crucified that I know the best and don’t let it leave my mind. So, about 30 seconds of prayer go by and not much happens but I do realize that I’m a bit tense and he tells me to shut my eyes as he said. For a few more seconds I have no problem seeing the image but I felt as if I was no longer in the church. I could feel the chair I was in and not much else. Then my mind began to wander and falter, so I refocused. That’s when something kept ripping the image of Christ from my minds eye. It became harder and harder to bring it back every time. My body got stiffer and stiffer. I remember not asking God for help in anyway but simply feeling that and suddenly the image crept perfectly back into my mind and I could see Jesus perfectly again. But not I felt despair and apprehension while simultaneously feeling like “I don’t need this. I’m obviously fine.” Like I was emotionally split into two states. When I let these feelings get a grip on me the image in my mind disappeared again. So I had to double my efforts to keep it in there. As it came to its conclusion, I noticed how my body was unusually tense and rigid. The image in my mind was constantly fighting to stay up. I liken in to if I was trying to look at a painting in a gallery and the whole time, one person keeps ripping it down and another keeps putting back up right after. But I knew if I totally lost that image I would be disobeying Fr. and God and also the exorcism might not be done properly so I fought like crazy to keep it there. Anyway, I was slammed back into the room by Fr’s voice when he said, “You may open your eyes.” I opened them, the room was sunny and he was smiling at me. Physically, I felt like steam should have been coming off of me and it hit me that I have no idea how I reacted outwardly in the room. I could have tapdanced across the church and not remembered. I was thinking this as he was giving me a rundown of what I needed to do Next and honestly I couldn’t concentrate. That was because the rigidity in my body that I mentioned earlier was because I was paralyzed completely in place. I could barely even open my mouth. Obviously, I was a bit alarmed and interrupted Fr to say “mmmrrrmm ppphhhrrrppphhh uuuummmpphhh froof.” lol Translated: “I can’t move, is this normal.” Without missing a beat he just goes, “Yeah, that can happen.” The very second he finished saying that my whole body cracked and I was freed, almost falling to the floor. Father just went “Oop! There ya go! Take a minute and meet me outside.” And he left. And I cried a bit in that chair in an empty church. Then I had my conditional, real, not Vatican II Baptism and Confirmation. Then I went back to the room in the seminary I was staying in and slept for 14 hours. I had to leave to return home the next day. Fr told me not to be surprised if people start revealing secrets they’ve kept from me for years or want to open up with me and mend fences. That suddenly work might want to promote me or I might find love a lot easier or I may feel way more motivated about my life in the coming weeks because after something like demonic obsession and oppression is gone, any supernatural roadblocks facing your life are removed and your world kinda corrects itself. I remember the next few days feeling serene. As if something inside was emptied out and now I was lighter. I wasn’t very emotional outwardly but that was because I felt satisfied. Also, when I got back into town and met up alone with my mom, she immediately told me a very private secret she kept from me my whole life that explained a lot of things about myself. Things continued that way for a while. But yeah, that’s my long boring story. Not boring at all! Thank you for sharing! Keep fighting the good fight and may God bless your efforts! 😇🙏 Thanks Rita! God bless you as well!
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Post by John Lewis on Feb 19, 2024 18:16:13 GMT -5
Please do. Which rites of exorcism were used and who did the exorcism? It was the Old Roman Rite of Minor Exorcism. It was done by a Traditional Sede priest but as far as the name goes I’m actually a little reluctant to mention it for certain reasons. But I can mention that he lives in the Northeast like myself. Sorry, I just feel like I might draw unwanted attention to him if I mention his name. It’s hard to explain. Thanks for sharing. That was enough detail and as much as I expected. What an interesting story
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Post by polycarpwontburn on Feb 19, 2024 19:16:58 GMT -5
It was the Old Roman Rite of Minor Exorcism. It was done by a Traditional Sede priest but as far as the name goes I’m actually a little reluctant to mention it for certain reasons. But I can mention that he lives in the Northeast like myself. Sorry, I just feel like I might draw unwanted attention to him if I mention his name. It’s hard to explain. Thanks for sharing. That was enough detail and as much as I expected. What an interesting story Thanks John!
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Post by polycarpwontburn on Feb 19, 2024 19:37:46 GMT -5
Thanks Rita, I appreciate that a lot. As far as the exorcism went it was a minor right and it was somewhat intense for that kind but what was more special was what followed in the days after. I can talk more about it some time if anyone is interested. I am definitely interested in hearing more about the exorcism. I used to study excorisms. I also knew a man once who converted because of a ouji board. No one could explain and help him get rid of the strange occurances happening in his house after using one until he was sent to a traditional Catholic priest. That in turn helped him become a traditional Catholic. 😇 Hey Rita, I meant to answer this when I read it but then completely forgot. Ouji, tarot, reiki etc are definitely tools and I think can do a ton of harm to people but I think that, at least from experience, that people who use them are already in trouble when they begin to. I think that sometimes people tend to prescribe a lot of power to them but the worst possible weapons that evil can use against us are our pride and curiosity. God made us to be absolutely incredible and unique. We live in a material world that we can absolutely dominate and this becomes abundantly clear the moment we come into the age of reason. This is why we need religion and this is why we must always commune with God. If even the angels, more powerful than anything we can comprehend and so unique that each are a species unto themselves, all the more of a need for us frail creatures to remember that. Yet in our world today, children are taught to abandon God, feed your pride and pursue your curiosity at all costs. This is truly the biggest problem. I was tortured in my childhood by both preternatural manifestation and by psychological oppression that isolated me and fed my worst instincts. By the time I had a tarot card reading done or took my first yoga class, I already had a mind that neglected God. This, I believe, made the doors opened by these false practices all the stronger because I welcomed them rather openly. In doing so, my life got worse and worse. Like you, I have many books and such about exorcism but even regarding this I always temper my curiosity because these are things I shouldn’t trifle with. I don’t need to know basically. This I believe is also why the pre Vatican II church didn’t publish much about the exorcism rite and downplayed it. Not necessarily because they believe in these things less but because they didn’t want people to lose themselves in it and become blinded. I think this can also be seen very early on in the church when the early church fathers stamped down a bit on angeleogy. They didn’t want people worshipping the deeds of angels and forgetting their power came from God. The obverse is seen today in Protestant faiths and their preoccupation with prophecy. With the Vatican II church’s preoccupation with miracles. Especially with Medjugorje. (I can never spell that correctly) We are definitely supposed to take heart from and be awed by these things but as Catholics we should be drawn to suffering, charity and penance. But that’s just how I feel. I could just be fatigued from all I have already seen and witnessed. p.s. Didn’t mean to imply anything about you btw i just meant this as a general warning for others to read. I know most here are probably fine but if there’s one thing I can speak on, it’s probably this subject due to my experiences. Also, I’m glad the person you knew was able to find his way out of that stuff.
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Post by RitaMarita on Feb 23, 2024 6:08:59 GMT -5
I am definitely interested in hearing more about the exorcism. I used to study excorisms. I also knew a man once who converted because of a ouji board. No one could explain and help him get rid of the strange occurances happening in his house after using one until he was sent to a traditional Catholic priest. That in turn helped him become a traditional Catholic. 😇 Hey Rita, I meant to answer this when I read it but then completely forgot. Ouji, tarot, reiki etc are definitely tools and I think can do a ton of harm to people but I think that, at least from experience, that people who use them are already in trouble when they begin to. I think that sometimes people tend to prescribe a lot of power to them but the worst possible weapons that evil can use against us are our pride and curiosity. God made us to be absolutely incredible and unique. We live in a material world that we can absolutely dominate and this becomes abundantly clear the moment we come into the age of reason. This is why we need religion and this is why we must always commune with God. If even the angels, more powerful than anything we can comprehend and so unique that each are a species unto themselves, all the more of a need for us frail creatures to remember that. Yet in our world today, children are taught to abandon God, feed your pride and pursue your curiosity at all costs. This is truly the biggest problem. I was tortured in my childhood by both preternatural manifestation and by psychological oppression that isolated me and fed my worst instincts. By the time I had a tarot card reading done or took my first yoga class, I already had a mind that neglected God. This, I believe, made the doors opened by these false practices all the stronger because I welcomed them rather openly. In doing so, my life got worse and worse. Like you, I have many books and such about exorcism but even regarding this I always temper my curiosity because these are things I shouldn’t trifle with. I don’t need to know basically. This I believe is also why the pre Vatican II church didn’t publish much about the exorcism rite and downplayed it. Not necessarily because they believe in these things less but because they didn’t want people to lose themselves in it and become blinded. I think this can also be seen very early on in the church when the early church fathers stamped down a bit on angeleogy. They didn’t want people worshipping the deeds of angels and forgetting their power came from God. The obverse is seen today in Protestant faiths and their preoccupation with prophecy. With the Vatican II church’s preoccupation with miracles. Especially with Medjugorje. (I can never spell that correctly) We are definitely supposed to take heart from and be awed by these things but as Catholics we should be drawn to suffering, charity and penance. But that’s just how I feel. I could just be fatigued from all I have already seen and witnessed. p.s. Didn’t mean to imply anything about you btw i just meant this as a general warning for others to read. I know most here are probably fine but if there’s one thing I can speak on, it’s probably this subject due to my experiences. Also, I’m glad the person you knew was able to find his way out of that stuff. What you say is true. It is good to be cautious about an over-interest in such things and from what I have seen most of those who use Tara cards and such things definitely already have certain issues first. And they have no power over us of themselves but only what God and we ourselves allow.
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