“Paul,” said Guardian Angel. “There are wayward spirit forms attracted to the electro-magnetic field you are generating from your own thought forms. You must use the mantra when you have to. These episodes will come and go. The dark force is aware of you and your destiny. This is why all this is happening to you. You must learn to combat the force yourself.”
“That’s easier said than done,” snapped Paul. “I guess you don’t drive cars where you are but we do here and I need to concentrate.”
“We will be with you,” said Guardian Angel. “But the dark force is gathering strength.”
Paul was cruising along a three-lane highway when an insidious voice whispered.
“Die, die, you want to die. Turn the wheel. That’s all you have to do. What do you have to live for? Your wife does not love you. Your children will leave you. When they do, your wife will leave you also.”
Paul began to chant. “Ru-Ah, Ru-Ah, Ru-Ah.”
“He will not help you. Crash the car. You will be free of all worry and fear. There will be no more depression, no more frustration and pain. There is only freedom awaiting you. The angels are not angels. They are making a fool of you. There are no angels. There is nothing that can save you.“
Paul’s palms were sweating and painful from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. He forced himself to control the car but he when he saw a turn off approaching he spun the car into the left lane. There was no traffic, just fields rolling either side of the road. He turned into a farm track and headed towards a clump of trees swaying in a light breeze. He was lucky. He had managed to get off the road in time. He was aching for a piss. It had suddenly come over him. He knew in the back of his mind that the angels were behind it. The impulse to relieve himself had an almost angelic quality about it as though he was about to expel the dark force and the insidious rasping voice through his urinary system. It seemed appropriate somehow.
He slammed on the brakes and hurriedly pushed open his door leaving the engine running and his door swinging behind him. He unzipped his fly, almost wetting himself with the effort of containing himself and then came the bliss of peeing uncontrollably.
Paul breathed deeply with relief. He couldn’t care less if anyone was watching. After a minute or so, when he would normally expect to cease and dry up, he just continued. He wasn’t able to stop. Then a new fear engulfed him. Suppose he couldn’t stop, ever. Don’t be crazy, he told himself. He was getting rid of all those crazed spirit forms in the only appropriate way.
He gave it a little longer and still his urine flowed unabated. He did not feel the usual satisfaction. He felt nothing except for an awareness of the flow. The car engine was still running. He looked around and saw nothing except farmland planted with spring wheat, a flock of pigeons circling nearby and heard nothing but the distant rumble of the highway traffic. Still he continued. Now he was starting to panic. He couldn’t stop urinating. This was physically not possible to achieve. No human being could continue when his bladder was empty since it only held several pints of liquid. He began to pray. He visualized his angel group, hoping desperately that they were what they said they were and not dark, evil forces intent on harming him. Finally, he visualized the name Ru-Ah and repeated it whilst trying to stop the flow.
He began to retch simultaneously and could feel a presence somewhere in his mind that was orchestrating events for his own good. Maybe he was expelling evil spirits, Maybe this was a form of exorcism. If it was he prayed for it to succeed and to end. He began to breathe deeply and deliberately, expanding his lower ribcage and exhaling slowly. Each time he exhaled he imagined he was expelling whatever spirit was inside him. It did help but not completely.
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