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  • I was 18 and during the previous six months, i had gone from average university student, to pneumonia patient, to cancer patient, to someone being forwarded from specialist to specialist. No one in the medical profession or otherwise knew what to do about me.

    That day i opened the front door and a priest accompanied by a woman in a church dress were invited in by my mother into the living room of my house.

    I don't remember the exact words the priest used, but he explained to me that he was going to expel the demon out of my body. Then "the abnormal growths in my bone scans will go away for sure".  

    At this point I had already been to the guy who sees your aura, and to the guy who heals your chakras and to the hypnotist. A priest and a church woman didn't seem strange to me, quite the opposite. My parents tried to raise me catholic and I had been around priests and church women all my life. 

    I sat on one of the chairs in the living room. The priest stood in front of me, while the woman kneeled behind me. She started to pray in a monotone and continuous voice.

    The priest put his hand on my forehead and started with the usual phrases i expected to hear at an exorcism.  

    - Demon, i command you to leave the body of this young man!

    I found the situation kind of silly. I wanted to laugh but i thought that would be disrespectful.

    Then he said to me: "Open your mouth". I complied.

    When i opened my mouth, the priest removed his hand from my forehead and took a small plastic bottle out of his pocket. The plastic bottle looked more or less like an eye drop fluid container with the kind of nozzle designed to spill one drop at a time. It looked like that but it was a bit bigger.

    With his other hand he squeezed my nostrils shut.

    He squeezed the plastic container and shoved it down my throat and the contents gushed out in a short but strong torrent.

    It was oil.

    The woman behind me kept on praying.

    The priest closed my mouth with his hand and i started to retch and gag. He declared that when i finally vomited, that would be the demon coming out.

    He continued to taunt the demon. I can't remember what other things he was saying.

    It took a lot of effort not to vomit but after what seemed an eternity, the nausea and abdominal contractions started to go away. 

    I managed. I didn't vomit. 
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