(Matthew 12:43-45) When an unclean spirit goes out of a man, he goes through dry places, seeking rest, and finds none. Then he says, 'I will return to my house from which I came.' And when he comes, he finds it empty, swept, and put in order. Then he goes and takes with him seven other spirits more wicked than himself, and they enter and dwell there; and the last state of that man is worse than the first. So shall it also be with this wicked generation."
-------------------------------/Sacred Harmony- The Thoughts of Saul Possessed
You are in a room
with dim lighting. and thick stifling air
furnished only with a wooden chair and table
the candles you use are intermittently snuffed by a force unseen
minutes after you light them again (and this recurs endlessly it seems)
there are no windows, or doors –
no accessible exit, and as soon as you feel you are alone
you are met with two eyes of a tenebrous visage
coldly staring at you
then slinking off slowly before vanishing
towards the southwestern wall, as it eerily turns its head
on occasion to peer at you with conspiratorial eyes
then the lights are snuffed –the smell of smoke
serves as the only reminder you are fully awake
as you gradually begin to accept insanity as your pending fate
no one can hear your screams
because the thoughts that you enunciate
are the cacophony of voices that assail your mind
not your own
and you feel as though you are somehow trapped inside of yourself
that your soul is iron bars, suppressing your true expression
that someone else is controlling you
both from within and remotely
sovereignty of self is lost as you spectate your own life
host to a personality, mannerisms, emotions you don't own
at times the activity inside you sounds like the clanging
of discordant cymbals
and blaring mobs engendering strife
whatever you eat, tastes raw
whatever you drink tastes like parched throat
so you begin to hate sound, and all speech and raucous ear splitting compositions
silence is so rare it becomes your only nightly prayer...
the only hope you have of your past life of normalcy
is the sound of a harp nostalgically strummed.
the sound of innocence and romance and virtuous ambition
the beautiful vulnerability of harmony
is the only thing that can snap you back into reality
(and restore your sanity)
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(1 Samuel 16:13-23) Then Samuel took the horn of oil, and anointed him in the midst of his brethren: and the Spirit of the LORD came upon David from that day forward. So Samuel rose up, and went to Ramah. But the Spirit of the LORD departed from Saul, and an evil spirit from the LORD troubled him. And Saul's servants said unto him, Behold now, an evil spirit from God troubleth thee. Let our lord now command thy servants, which are before thee, to seek out a man, who is a cunning player on an harp: and it shall come to pass, when the evil spirit from God is upon thee, that he shall play with his hand, and thou shalt be well. And Saul said unto his servants, Provide me now a man that can play well, and bring him to me. Then answered one of the servants, and said, Behold, I have seen a son of Jesse the Bethlehemite, that is cunning in playing, and a mighty valiant man, and a man of war, and prudent in matters, and a comely person, and the LORD is with him. Wherefore Saul sent messengers unto Jesse, and said, Send me David thy son, which is with the sheep. And Jesse took an ass laden with bread, and a bottle of wine, and a kid, and sent them by David his son unto Saul. And David came to Saul, and stood before him: and he loved him greatly; and he became his armourbearer. And Saul sent to Jesse, saying, Let David, I pray thee, stand before me; for he hath found favour in my sight. And it came to pass, when the evil spirit from God was upon Saul, that David took an harp, and played with his hand: so Saul was refreshed, and was well, and the evil spirit departed from him.
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