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February 2002
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Dad's
Trance
by Laurie H.
This happened back around 1982-83. My mom, brother and sister were out of town visiting relatives. Dad and I, being unable to secure time off of work, had stayed at home. On the night in question, my girlfriend and I had gone to the Van Halen concert. When I returned home, after having dropped her off at her parent's house, I found dad asleep on the couch. Whatever book he was reading lay open on his chest. Nothing unusual about that. I got the telephone and called my girl to tell her I was home and just to talk. You know how teenagers are. While I was on the phone with her, I heard dad start to mumble in his sleep. The mumbles became more coherent and formed actual words. He was talking to someone, mainly monosyllables, but definitely a conversation. Then his eyes opened and he called to me. I got off of the phone, starting to freak out a bit, and went to him.
He asked me to go get the family Bible and bring it to him. "They" said that we would need it. Well, this was getting to be too much. I fetched the Bible and asked him who "they" were. He reported seeing three people: The Virgin Mary, his deceased father and Omar. The first two I could understand, but Omar? My dad, before he retired, worked for the Air Force. I don't know what capacity he was in; he has never been at liberty to talk about what he did at work. I do know that, for a time in the early '80s, dad was sent for weeks at a time to Turkey. Omar was a General in the Turkish Air Force. I met Omar a couple of times when he was in the states and we enjoyed his company for dinner. So that's who Omar was. But why was Dad seeing him? I have no idea.
At any rate, after I was informed of who our visitors were, dad told me that it was time to pray. We knelt by the coffee table, with the Bible on the table and dad began to recite the Lord's Prayer. Before the prayer was complete, dad was speaking in tongues. Now, a couple of years prior to this, I had had my own religious experience involving speaking in tongues. I also have always read about the paranormal. The combination allowed me to stop freaking out so much and to try to just help dad through whatever was about to happen.
Suddenly, dad stopped speaking and opened the Bible. I mean, he just opened it right to where he wanted, read the verse he wanted, turned to another section, read that verse and so on. A pattern quickly developed. All that he was reading out concerned dealing with Satan, demons, evil spirits and things like that. Just as that conclusion hit me, dad went into action. He closed the Bible, crossed himself and looked at me. He said something in tongues as he made the Sign of the Cross in the air before me. He stood up and motioned for me to follow him. He led me to the stairs to the basement and started down.
The basement consisted of my room, my brother's room and a recreation room that had a pool table at that time. Dad went into stealth mode; creeping down the stairs and into my room. I was close behind him He stood in my room and just looked around. "Not here," he suddenly announced and led me back out into the rec room. We circled the pool table a couple of times. Dad reminding me of a hunting dog searching for its prey. Suddenly, dad rushed into my brother's room. Dad was yelling something to the effect of, "Get out of my house!" and "Not to my family!" He threw open my brother's closet door and frantically looked inside. He turned, looked at me and said, "Upstairs, he just went upstairs." With that, we left they basement. It turns out that dad meant the second floor, not the ground floor. I followed, trying to get him to talk to me, to tell me what we were doing. As we reached the upper level of the house, dad stopped, turned to me and said, "Beezlebub. I will NOT let him harm you." Having made that pronouncement, he led me into the guest room.
The pattern was the same as in the basement. Dad would seemingly search for the "scent," find what he was looking for, make a charge, pause and then go to another room. We went from the guest room, to my sister's room, to the upper bathroom, to mom and dad's room, and on and on. We searched each room, found whatever it was, Dad would chase it away, we would go to another room and it just seemed to keep going on. We searched each closet and room I don't know how many times. Finally, dad stopped and announced, "He's gone." I thought that would be the end of it, but, alas, it was not.
He started back downstairs. We had a crucifix hanging on the wall of the stairway. As we passed it, dad paused, said something in tongues and then kissed the feet of the crucified Christ. We finished descending the stairs. To my dismay, dad proceeded toward the front door. I asked him where we were going (there was no way I was letting him leave alone) and he informed me that the danger had not passed. Beezlebub was still in the vicinity and we had to go remove him. And out the door we went.
We started to walk down the block. Dad was back into his "hunting" mode and led us from house to house. We searched under trees, in bushes, around parked cars and anywhere else he was led to investigate. We searched both sides of the street. We searched some places twice. A few times we found whatever we were after and dad would take off in pursuit. Mind you, dad is not a small man and I had no idea that he could run so fast and never seem to get winded. Back then, I was a hockey player and in top physical condition. Yet, I still had trouble keeping up with him when he went into "chase" mode. I don't recall how long this went on, but it seemed endless. At long last, dad said that the threat was gone and that we could return home. You can not imagine my relief.
When we got home, dad pretty much told me that we would never discuss what had just happened; would never tell anyone. It was to become a non-event. With one exception, that has been the rule for the last 20 or so years. That one exception happened a few weeks later. Mom and the rest of the family had returned home. I was the only one awake. I was watching "Letterman" or MTV or some such when mom came downstairs and asked me to go upstairs with her. I did. Dad was laying in bed and speaking in tongues. My mom was almost totally freaked out. I gave her a brief synopsis of what dad and I had encountered and she calmed down a bit. I talked to dad, I don't recall what I said, but he woke up. He comforted mom and I went back downstairs. That's been the only time it was mentioned.
I'm still not sure what exactly happened, but I'll never forget it.
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