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While having conversations with is deceased grandfather, Nolan Lydolph knew he was different. This even made his parents question his sanity at times.
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His heart beats on. But he has a terrible option always: not to breathe, to let his heart stop.
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Once was in early September, and again a few minutes before he died. The shutters were drawn, so the only light came from two candles that burned steadily on the mantelpiece. He did not look at me as I entered, but raised his hand in salute. I moved toward the window. For a minute there was silence. Come, sit down and stay by me for a while. There was no flurry or annoyance in his voice. It was even and factual. I crossed over and took a seat facing him. The candlelight fell directly on his head and face. The change in him was devastating. His face had shrunk, not inward, but upward.
All its form and character seemed to have departed and receded from the jawline, the mouth and lips, up past the nose to an invisible dividing line running through his cheekbones. There was no definite expression on the mouth. The jaw and chin had lost some firmity, some configuration that had made them his. His complexion was not exactly a pallor, nor white. At first, it seemed colorless. Then, clearly I saw a tint of yellow and off-white, but nothing that belonged to a normally healthy face.
It had too much transparency, too much glaze. The right eye was permanently half-closed, like a shutter. Both eyes were overlaid with a filmy gauze of liquid that oozed gently from the corners. There was little or no expression in them. Behind the apparent fixity of the staring eyeballs, I could see or feel a darting, lively presence, an intelligence alert and aware.
His forehead was smooth and clear of all wrinkles. Michael had a domelike head with a hairline that had never receded. His gray hair had been cropped into a crew cut. He was cleanly shaven. Breeda, the housekeeper, had told me not to talk too much. He said he was fine. He had a request to make.
Before my visit ended, I should remind him of it. But he wanted first to say something further to me about the effects of the exorcism on him. It was the double vision: he had not defined it properly, he said. I waited, because, as Michael spoke, a wave of misery swept over his face.
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The veil of immobility was withdrawn for an instant, then fell back again. For that quick instant I had seen a load of pain and sadness framed in lines of a gently resolute hope. His whole expression said: I will not give up my trust, although I have nothing to rely on but that trust. Then he went on to describe the double vision. It was not like seeing another table beside the real table or another wall beside the real wall. It was not a vision of eyes or a hearing with your ears or a touching with your hand. It was another level of reality. An exorcism sharpens your awareness of that reality, he said.
You know what stands behind and around and beneath and above all that is visible and tangible. The intertwining cords of spirit appear everywhere. Good and bad spirit. Beauty and ugliness. Holiness and sin. God as a tremendous majesty. Personal evil is a formidable force. Nothing escapes those cords.
He fell silent at this point.
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After a pause, I could not resist asking him directly about his failure to complete the exorcism of Thomas Wu. Did it entail any special liability within this sphere of his double vision? Once pronounced, they hung in the air between us as silent signs of his suffering. Before the exorcism of Wu, he had never even thought of hating. Now, to hate was a living option for him.
Before the exorcism, he never even imagined what it would be like really to despair. Now it was a real option. The idea of rejecting Jesus as a charlatan now came to him as a real choice. All those choices and others too unspeakable to mention were like plates of food placed in front of him continually. His pain was that he was forced to consider each one as a possibility. Before, he had them all banded together and thrown into a box, and he had thrown away the key. Now he had to take a taste of each one.
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He stopped at a certain point, groping for an image. It was, he finally said, as if a mad wolf were allowed sniff and smell and nose around his naked body, always threatening to bite and crush, always moving, moving, moving. He bent his head on his hands. There was a pause of about five minutes. And all the waiting, I finally asked, why all the waiting? He had failed in the exorcism, but he had not accepted Satan or evil or hate. Why, then, the perpetual waiting? And even when defeated and put to flight, it scrapes you in passing by.
It rips a gash in the spirit with a filthy claw, and some of its venom enters the veins of the soul. As a price. As a memory.
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As a lesson. A warning that it will return again. It was time to go. I stood up. He said nothing.