Exorcism In The Philippines Novels & Stories

"Exorcisms. Supposedly he's got some really sharp sixth sense and is able to free people from possession faster than any other priest. I think he once said that he was going to become a priest and just do exorcisms as a specialist. He'll probably be recruited into the Vatican pretty soon."

The old stone rectory basement had been converted into a makeshift exorcism chamber. Heavy crosses hung on the walls, candles burned in a protective circle around the large wooden table, and thick iron chains dangled from the ceiling. Father Elias stood at the head of the table in his black cassock, eyes glowing with that familiar demonic hunger.

Drake says we're definitely talking about a being from another dimension, so religious symbols won't do squat. "Okay." That was Eric. "Anything else?" "Yeah. I found a website that mentions exorcism without the religious trappings," Jason reported. "It says sometimes in cases like this there might be a physical talisman required." "We've got that", Ben said. "The ring." At least half of the assembled team spoke at once.

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

They’d made the decision firm when they were in Jodhpur, searching for a vetal that would take over corpses and haunt the souls of the living, begging to pass on from this world to the next. I’d been fairly nonplussed when they’d told me that – the stories about Paris sounded much more pleasant – but I supposed it wasn’t as bad as their travels through the Philippines, tracking a particularly nasty manananggal who was leaving a trail of injured pregnant women behind, who would later give birth to children with grossly deformed faces. They’d told me in gruesome detail about how they’d found the detached bottom half of her body, and how it had dissolved when they’d covered it in salt and garli

I take what little I can into my mouth, sucking the warm residue clean until my eyes roll back and blackness takes me. The next thing I know, I’m wearing a clean white dress in the altar girls’ dressing room. My parents and Daniel are standing by the narrow cot. Little Jason stands quietly beside my mother. “Oh, Calista,” Mom whispers, leaning down with a look of deep sorrow. “I’m sorry you had to go through exorcism.” She presses her lips to my cheek—the very same lips that have wrapped around the holy men of this parish. A wave of intense nausea rolls through my stomach.

I cried for a long time, all the way until Dad and Grandma came back. They brought with them a middle-aged guy who looked like some kind of exorcist. As soon as they walked in, they pointed at the woman next to me and yelled, "Sir, that's her! This evil spirit has taken over my wife and is holding my daughter captive!" I couldn't wrap my head around how just standing there made me the one being "held captive". With a dramatic flourish, the exorcist pulled out a bottle of holy water from his bag and started chanting. Suddenly, the holy water was floating in midair and flying right at the woman. It splashed on her and turned into a puff of black smoke.

All I got is a shit load of questions about what Chris called ‘taint’: the stuff we enforcers have all blindly been using to boost our speed and strength and give us a real chance against those demonic forces steadily spreading through our city. There have been more incidents in recent years, more deaths and disappearances… And why the hell is it the job of the mafia’s best murderers to handle these supernatural jobs even the exorcists won’t touch? Why don’t the priests ever inject this ‘blessed’ stuff? I should be asking these questions of Sicillio. I should be telling him all about ‘Saint Christian’: the undead martyr of our faith, returned to the city just to scheme and slander the church

" Not even past noon, the exorcists arrived once more. This time, each of them held scepters stained with dark, red liquid that reeked of blood. "Madam, the evil spirit has infested his organs. Today, we must strike him with these blessed scepters to drive the evil spirit out from within him!" The exorcist exclaimed viciously.

The legend of esoteric exorcism was a method of Mythist transcendence. Westbrook’s exorcism was a coercive method that used the corpse’s lingering attachments from their past lives to manipulate them into leaving. However, esoteric exorcism allowed the souls of the deceased to be transcended, making them willing to accept the future of their fate. These were two different methods, indicative of different levels of attainment. The esoteric exorcism method essentially led the deceased to accept their fate willingly, while the Westbrook exorcism method relied on the deceased’s lingering attachments.