It is starting to feel like I am married to Reverend Fathers; I mean isn't there a beautiful nun like Alex that will explain all this nonsense to me? If God could push beautiful nuns possibly prettier than Alex my way then I would take up this retarded job with pride. I will even have Exorcist tattooed on my ass—yeah, I said it; on my ass, because I have a beautiful booty.
Let's go hear what Reverend Father Frank has to say
“THE WORLD IS A DANGEROUS PLACE. NOT BECAUSE OF THE PEOPLE WHO ARE EVIL; BUT BECAUSE OF THE PEOPLE WHO DON’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT”
ALBERT EINSTEIN
"Excuse me did you say your name is Mason Woods?"
"Uh... Who's asking?"
"My name is David, I'm a Deacon from St Paul's Parish. Father Frank has been waiting for you."
"
I guess what they say about your most embarrassing moments sticking on you like glue is true. I can't seem to stop myself from thinking about the day a seven year old tossed me around. This is bad you know. I hope it doesn't become a routine.Ever been in a situation where you know you gotta do something but you don't do it because you are afraid you are not gonna do it right or be good at it and even though everyone is telling you that you will do great, for some reason you cant trust yourself or believe in yourself? This is me right now.Anyway I'm about to make a big decision, so let's get on with this.POSSESSION AND EXORCISM IS SOMETHING THAT'S IN EVERY RELIGION AND CULTURE. IT'S A REAL PRIMAL FEAR: IS THE BODY A VESSEL FOR OUR SPIRITS? WHAT HAPPENS IF SOMETHING ELSE TAKES OVER IT? WHERE DOES THE SPIRIT GO?— ELI ROTHAfter spending two days in the care of Father F
CHAPTER ELEVEN -> AWAKENINGSo the new church doesn’t have a single nun in it but not to worry I have got my eyes on a bigger, curvy, perky fish.I gotta admit this exorcist nonsense is not as bad as I had imagined. I thought I wouldn’t be able to clap cheeks anymore but I think someone is digging my vibe. Well one thing is certain, if it works out, nothing and no one is going to mar it. Lets start today’s confession, shall we?THE TREACHERY OF DEMONS IS NOTHING CONPARED TOTHE BETRAYAL OF AN ANGEL . BRENNA YOVANOFF“What are you both doing here?” Jayden asks.“You have been out a lot lately. Is there anything you are not telling us?“ Mazekeen asks.“Well I found o
Hello there. This world is not fair, right? Someone brought me back to life without giving me a grand welcome back but someone who wakes up from coma gets to have lightning strikes and thunder roars. How fair is that? I hate this. I hate this so much. “THE ARCH-ANGEL MICHAEL SAID TO HER, ‘WHERE HAVE YOU COME FROM AND WHERE ARE YOU GOING?’ THE ABOMINABLE ONE ANSWERED AND SAID, ‘I AM GOING OFF TO A HOUSE AND, ENTERING IT LIKE A SNAKE, LIKE A DRAGON, OR LIKE SOME REPTILE, I WILL DESTROY THE ANIMALS. I AM GOING TO STRIKE DOWN WOMEN; I WILL MAKE THEIR HEARTS ACHE, I WILL DRY UP THEIR MILK.. I WILL STRANGLE THEIR CHILDREN, OR I WILL LET THEM LIVE FOR A WHILE AND THEN KILL THEM” I am asleep when someone knocks on my door. I ignore the knock and try to keep on sleeping but the more I pretend not to hear it, the louder it becomes. I can’t pretend anymore because I am awake
Hi! I’m Mason Woods and these are my confessions, but you already know that by now. Vineyard is about to be pushed into extinction, I hope I can do something about it. TO SIT IN JUDGEMENT OF THOSE THINGS WHICH YOU PERCEIVE TO BE WRONG OR IMPERFECT, TO BE ONE MORE PERSON WHO IS PART OF JUDGEMENT, EVIL OR IMPERFECTION WAYNE DYER FEW DAYS BEFORE THE BIRTH OF GYLLOU I come home to meet Haley eating her lunch, I give her a kiss on the forehead. “Welcome back, babe. Are you hungry?” she asks with a smiling face. “No, I’m good. I got something for you.” I sit beside her. “Whoa! What’s that?" She asks, excited. “A bracelet. Father Frank said if you have it on, no demon or ghost can hurt you. The small crucifix
Death. The very concept of it is unsettling. The very finality of it. No one knows when it’s gonna happen, that’s why you need to live the best out of your life before it happens. A friend or lover today might turn up dead tomorrow yet we tend to lose sight of this and act like it’s all about us when a disagreement arises. Then we start waiting on who’s gonna apologize first which might end up not happening cause life is a truck load of horse poop . So what’s the point of the memories if you never got the chance to make up? It turns into a pile of regret. Diving into a pool full of horse shit is way better than having memories of someone you never made up with. Life is a fucking whore, but it never gives you a good fuck. Anyways, let’s begin today’s confession. LIFE IS HARD THEN YOU DIE THEN THEY THROW DIRT IN YOUR FACE THEN THE WORMS EAT YOU BE GRATEFUL IT HAPPENS IN THAT ORDER
You try to help people out they reject your kind gesture, you try to do your work, they call you incompetent. People just can’t be pleased, which is why you don’t need to please them. Do your work and when they need you, they will come knocking. Just like this old cunt James. I wonder if I will help him Shall we get this confession on the road? PEOPLE DESPERATELY RESISTED THE IDEA OF THEIR OWN DEATH BY LOOKING AWAY FOR AS LONG AS THEY COULD ABD AVOIDING THE SUBJECT THOMAS OLDE HEUVELT A mysterious figure appears from the dark, crawls up the window James left open for air. It silently crawls into their bedroom through the window, the only sound it made was a mild rattling noise which isn’t enough to wake the sleeping couple. James turns to his left enjoying his sleep and the cool breeze coming from the window ser
Hospitals.... Ugh... I bet no one loves it here. This is by far the worst place anyone could be in— whether you are visiting or staying because of one reason or another, this place will definitely give you the creeps. But all in all, hospital puddings are the best. That shit unlocks all your taste buds and that’s the only thing that makes staying in this hell hole worth it.So instead of celebrating my victory over Gyllou I am stuck here feeling nauseous maybe that’s from too much pudding. Let’s kick of today’s confession, shall we?IN A HOSPITAL THEY THROW YOU OUT INTO THE STREET BEFORE YOU ARE HALF CURED, BUT IN A NURSING HOME THEY DON’T LET YOU OUT TILL YOU ARE DEADGEORGE BERNARD SHAW28-OCTOBER-2019Halloween in the Woods family has been a day we let our monsters run wild. Dad t
I don’t know for y’all but Halloween is far more fun than Christmas. You get to show off your creative dark side, scare the living daylights out of kids, give them expired candy and loot candy from weak kids— the joys of Halloween.You can do almost anything you want and get away with it so long as you have your mask on. Before I start today’s confession I gotta warn you kids and adults to refrain from any illegal acts.Welcome to Hell, loveliesONE NEED NOT BE A CHAMBER TO BE HAUNTED. ONE NEED NOT BE A HOUSE. THE BRAIN HAS CORRIDORS SURPASSING MATERIALEMILY DICKINSONHaley came early to pack my things. The mere thought that I will be leaving this death trap today feels me with absolute joy. I would dance but every bone in my body will shatter. Ah! I so much need a drink right about now.
Thank you so much for reading till the end! This really means a great deal to me. To those who have been with me since 50 reads, I have not forgotten you and I'm incredibly grateful to your support in the first three months of me writing Confessions Of An Exorcist back in 2020Readers from 50-1k reads of COE, thank you for the support and advice. And to my editor, Jayden and Chijioke, thank you for working on this with me. I'm eternally gratefulIt's been a great joy working on COE and if left for me, I wouldn't wanna end it but as sad as it may be, everything has an end.THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT
I wake up in front of a massive golden gate shinning as bright as the sun, if not brighter. I sluggishly get up and place my hand on the gate as I feel its warmth grace my skin. It feels good and gentle on my skin. I step back as I hear its iron creak and the gate slowly opening. A bright light from inside shines and I shield my eyes from it with my hand. I squint my eyes as I see a winged figure approaching me. It stops a few feet in front of me, its appearance still hidden with the light coming from it“Hello Mason Woods” I hear it say. It’s voice sounds masculine and gentleI come close but not close enough, something prevents me from seeing his face“Who are you?” I shakily ask“Oh, my bad” he said and his face becomes visible, the light dims “It’s me Michael. Nice to see you again, Mason”“Oh” I sigh “To be honest, it’s not nice to s
I’m happy to say this is the end of my confession. With this, I hope you know the life of an Exorcist is not so friendly and super like most would think. For the person reading this, if you’ve been with me since I started this boring tale, thank you If you haven’t, well, you’ve missed out in an amazing adventure. If you are reading this then that means you’ve been with me so never mind this old man. Anyways, you no longer have to read an old man’s rants about how he came back to life against his will—truth be told it’s been awesome. Most would be happy to come back to life but I’m not most, although, with time I learned to appreciate the gift—I’m glad I got this chance Jessica is no more. To think she came back to life as a vampire—now I know vampires are real too. It’s a crazy world, hehe I’m Mason Woods, a motherfucking Exorcist and this is my last confession
My Confession is nearing to the end. I’m really happy you stayed with me through out my boring Confessions, thank you. So Jessica is back, that was unexpected. Who knows the kind of trouble she will gift us this time. Everyone is now aware of my deal with Michael, let’s see how they will react Let’s begin, shall we? TO THE LAST, I GRAPPLE WITH THEE; FROM HELL’S HEART, I STAB AT THEE; FOR HATE’S SAJE, I SPIT MY LAST BREATH AT THEE HERMAN MELVILLE I told everyone Jayden is my son and no one wants to say anything, they are all silent—it’s a lot to take in I know but this tension isn’t good at all. I look at Haley and she can’t even look back at me. I don’t know what to say to her “How did he survive but Victor
How are you doing? Did you think I wouldn’t resurrect the second time? I think God loves me, hehe. Anyways I came back to life but someone wants to make sure I don’t come back the same or even better. Anyways, let’s see how it goes THEREFORE WE DO NOT LOSE HEART THOUGH OUTWARDLY WE ARE WASTING AWAY, YET INWARDLY WE ARE BEING RENEWED DAY BY DAY. FOR OUR LIGHT AND MOMENTARY TROUBLES ARE ACHIEVING FOR US AN ETERNAL GLORY THAT FAR OUTWEIGHS THEM ALL. SO WE FIX OUR EYES NOT ON WHAT IS SEEN, BUT ON WHAT IS UNSEEN, SINCE WHAT IS SEEN IS TEMPORARY, BUT WHAT IS UNSEEN IS ETERNAL 2 CORINTHIANS 4:16-18
I’m still dead if you are wondering. I can’t really do what he wants me to do and I know you also feel the same I do but fear not! For I have a great plan that will surely work He will be forced to let me go Let’s get started, shall we? HE WHO PASSIVELY ACCEPTS EVIL IS AS MUCH INVOLVED IN IT AS HE WHO HELPS TO PERPETRATE IT MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. With a glass of wine in his hand, he draw a pentagon with his blood and starts chatting some words quietly. He groans before taking a sip from his glass when he is done and the pentagon lights up. The room gets chilly and is immediately covered in bright red light, a light reaches from under the earth, stretching out as if to grab ho
I can’t stop wondering maybe all of this could have gone differently. But then I ask myself why didn’t it go differently? Is this some test that I have to pass? Or some form of punishment from Him? He maybe be able to sacrifice His son for humanity and since I couldn’t let go of mine, does that make me a bad person? So many questions but no one to answer themLet’s get this nonsense startedFOR ME, NO IDEOLOGICAL OR POLITICAL CONVICTION WOULD JUSTIFY THE SACRIFICE OF A HUMAN LIFE. FOR ME, THE VALUE OF LIFE IS ABSOLUTE, WITH NO CONCESSIONS. IT’S NOT NEGOTIABLE EDGAR RAMIREZI hear birds tweeting and the wind rushing graciously as it brushes gently on my skin. I slowly open my eyes, feeling a bit dazed. I groan as I find myself lying in a field with wonderful trees and grass. I groan as I sit up and scan the whole area in utter confusion. I don’t know where I am or how I got here and I feel this unbearab
So this cunt think it wise to show me things I choose to forget, things I don’t like to remember. Here I am thinking I have overcame the guilt of being the reason for their death—No I have but this is different. I need to save my sonLet’s beginGUILT DOES NOT CHANGE THE PASTGUILT DOES NOT MAKE THE FUTURE BETTERGUILT DOES NOT HELP OTHERS OR OURSELVESGUILT BLINDS US FROM THE ABILITY TO CHANGE, GROW AND IMPROVEIT’S TIME TO LET GO OF GUILTJESSICA ORTNERI slowly get up my feet to face him, breathing slowly to steady my breath, I ask“What’s the point in showing me all that?”“The point is for you to believe me Daddy”“You are not my son!” I yell “I know what you are trying to do and it will not
How would you feel if you found out that your lost son is alive? What would you do if you know the child you thought you had lost is alive but he is possessed by a high class demon who threatens to kill everyone in the world? Would you abandon the child you never got to meet and do what’s right or would you sacrifice the world for Him? As a father it’s your job to protect your children so I guess I’m not wrong if I sacrifice the world to save my son. What would you do?Let’s get on with today’s devastating confessionA FLOWER BLOOMED ALREADY WILTING.BEGINNING ITS LIFE WITH AN EARLY ENDINGL. J. GONZALEZI am at the hospital with Victoria, she thinks she is pregnant and for the fact that we have had two kids already makes me not doubt her judgement. We sit at the reception waiting patiently for the doctor to call us in&md