THE SPIRITUAL AWAKENING

I began to ask questions, like when was u first possessed. Symons began to speak Out of the blue. Eyes shot and body facing the sky. He told me a story about his first encounter.

When I was just a boy aged about ten, I remember sitting in the front room watching television in the early hours of the day. My mum walked into the room and asks me to go take a bath it was obvious I had not taking a bath because I was in my pajamas. When I got to the bathroom I realized there was no water. You see I grew up in Africa were most of the basic amenity of modern living were not up to standard. I had to go manually switch on the machine to have the water pumped into the house. I got down stair just as I was about to put on the machine I had a thought in my mind compelling me to check the tank. You see the water to be pumped is usually stored in a boxed shaped metal tank and if I switched on the machine with no water in the tank the result would be catastrophic, weeks back my dad had fired a worker over the same issue.

So I began to climb the tank and got on top of it. On top of it was the tank door I opened it to find out if there was water in the tank. There was but only filling it slightly above half the tanks capacity. The tank had a pole inside spanning its weigh, positioned at exactly half its height. I decided to peer in deeper and then came the fall, I flipped into the tank head first and fell in till I hit the pole with my back. I began to drown but was able to regain balance as I latched on the pole.

Gaining balance, I decided to stand on the pole and reach for the tanks exit. Holding on to the exit, I started pulling myself upwards and then the tank door closed shut, jamming itself against my wrist leaving me with an extremely deep cut. To make matters worse I fell again, hitting my back against the pole I was standing on. This sent me back down into the tank, putting me in a drowning state for the second time. I began to bleed inside the tank, polluting the water and drinking my own blood. The situation left me in an unconscious state. By the time I gain consciousness I had lost over two liters of blood. Once again I latched on to the pole and with my last strength, I thrust open the tank door and made my exit. By the time I stood outside the tank I was dripping soaked in blood, my hand bleeding and my cloths a reddish color. Getting upstairs I didn’t even want to speak to my mum anymore I felt like she was the reason why the whole tank incident happened. I took off my cloths and went into the washroom to clean myself up. I ran the water, behold it was bloody and when I shut the tap, the water begun to form images in blood all over the bath sink. I thought I was a hallucination I never took note of it.

Few days later the scar began to heal but never seemed to close fully, as if there was something inside stopping it from closing. Ever since then scar feels like theirs something living under that patch of skin. When I get angry at times I can feel it fueling my rage, giving me a bad temper and extra strength to fight.

After the story I snapped Symons out of his hypnosis. The story was rather disturbing. But never ranked up to a lot of stories I have heard.

I had Simon treated for fungi and general body parasites, I also included herbal teas and drug that help to regain memories. This would aid future hypnotic sections I hope to carry out to further understand his mind. I and Symons have regular therapy every two weeks’ interval. He seems to be showing progress besides the regular crawling in my skin he complains. He seems to believe getting high of cannabis gives him some kind of relief from the pathogen. His keeps saying, he does not believe medical science can save him from such a problem, he felt the church would be of more help. Symons recently develops the habit of being regular in church but never seem to choose the same venue twice. According to him, he believed spiritual messages were being passes down to him at different church’s spanning over an average country region, he had it all mapped out. This was observed but I couldn’t write him off to an asylum for it. He believed cannabis was spiritual, like some sort of special plant from the heavens caved in the Garden of Eden, once band from humans because it aided them to communicate directly with GOD. The whole ideology is strange I related to him, but lots of people experiment with cannabis and was quit common for a man-aged twenty-three. I spoke to his handlers in this case his parents regarding cannabis. They believe his habits were non excessive. I aimed to stop him because drug dependency only leads to higher use and other drugs.

The aggression story seemed to add up because that is the main reason Symons was referred to a psychologist. I am meant to help him deal with his anger management issues. On his case file was an incident that’s happened on campus where Symons and another local student were engaged in a brawl. Apparently a popular student had harassed Symons regarding his strange ways and silent attitude. The two of them were pushed into a standoff in an open field by other student. The guy kept yelling you will die in silence. The fight carried on for minute punch and kicks after the other, Head locks. The opposition seemed to be winning until he forced Symons against a tree.

Symons had suffered a Sevier hit to the back of the head against the tree. The feel of blood dripping from the back of his head, while the opposition was still on top him seemed to have sparked an inflamed rage. According to the file Symons thrust the boy upwards and he hits and breaks an extremely hard lower branch of the tree. Symons grabs the tree branch, with a kick to chest the oppositions back is on the ground. He begins swipe the boy with the branch breaking bones in his rib cage and savoring his arm. Symons chants (you were warned and now you must pay) this words seemed to have being heard by every member of crowed. Even though it was voiced at a low tone everyone seemed hear it like a voice in their head.

The opposition turns forward and starts to craw toward the crowed in desperation shouting help. Symons is slowly walking behind him and hits his knee joint savoring his leg. The boy continues to craw until Symons holds him with the branch. Placing the branch directly under his neck and holding the two ends with his arms, engaging him in some sort of slipper hold. The boy loses breath as Symons slowly drags him back to the tree. His leg is dislocated and his unable to stand, he trips all the way losing breath and struggling to gain balance as his face starts to turn red. The crowd seems to be stuck in some kind of trance like situation. Because I never could understand how a crowd of many could stand and watch a display of such violence. Fortunately, the campus authorities are alerted and joined by a few members of the crowed to help break off the fight. It takes about six men to finally break the opposition free of Symons hold. Similar to a pit bull terrier on lock jaw mode

The situation was referred to the dean of the campus and this case file was created. Every one watching expressed to have being unable to stop the fight, like they were held in a standstill and were forced to watch. To me this was an unlikely spiritual event, bawls like this are common in schools and we humans over the ages of time have enjoyed violent sports as entertainment. Think about the gladiator’s coliseum of roman or even modern day boxing or wrestling. You see I am a bit skeptical about buying into the whole spiritual nature of Symons problem. How am I supposed to help solve and diagnose Symons when he claims and blames his psychotic problems on a spiritual nature? There is no drug that can solve a spiritual problem. Drugs can only suppress or buy you more time on the subject. If the problem cannot be scientifically proven how can’t be scientifically solved?

The next move was to observe Symons in the field. Meeting him outside the office, perceiving him in his environment, I began to study everything about him. All seemed normal, his job, his friends and even a good looking girlfriend. Nothing really seemed off about him. I had been monitoring him for about a week. Nothing was off until the second week ending when I had followed him to a church. Symons is sitting at the second to the first roll facing the altar. I had positioned myself in an auditorium above ground level behind Symons. I was very sure he could not see me. The preacher talked about life, destiny and goals. He spoke about believing and following the gospel was the only way, the will of God and his goodness would prevail in our human existence. The sermon carried on for hours. Close to the end shortly after the grace was read Symons begun to depart I wanted to follow him, then a preacher sat beside me. He begun to minister to me, we talked and time begun to while away. I fell behind on finding out Symons next location.

Then the preacher spoke. I see you are hasty, I noticed you were following the boy. Does it seem by chance you came to this church? Your destiny and the boys have collided. I have noticed Symons in my congregation for a while. His spirit will soon be called to his awakening. You should let spiritual matter be handled by the church. What do you stand to gain by meddling in his life? You’re simply helpless because Symons can never be understood by the ordinary eye. His time draws near and when you have seen proof what would you do with it. Will you repent or shy further away from your destiny. Symons will soon face a rebirth one like no other, because what won’t kill you will only make you stronger. A time will come when no one will believe him.

I persuaded him to be more specific about his message. Then he began to leave to the company of other preacher and ministers. His last sentence was; messages of the presents are better understood in the future. I left the church but Symons was no were to be found. I felt like something had occurred but I had nothing to do with Symons.