I then wondered if he had Environmental Illness. I got him on a waiting list to see a worldwide respected specialist in this field. In the meantime I urged him to get checked out at his local hospital. He was given tests in my local Emergency Room in the states when he came to visit and also the Emergency room in Canada. Nothing was found in any of the testing. In fact, they referred him to psychiatry which he was unwilling to go to. Finally we got into see the Environmental Illness specialist after a long six month wait. The doctor ran all kinds of tests and found nothing. He, not even being a Christian himself, said to Alex, "Turn to your faith."
​ ​So then having no other sources of help I talked Alex into Psychiatry. I found him a Christian Psychologist in Quebec. We went to her for one session. She talked to him for a while and then used a technique called "Guided Imagery". She said, "Imagine you are walking down a path in a field and then you see Jesus standing there. Do you see Jesus standing there?"
​ Alex looked at her bewildered and said, "No." We both realized that this was not going to help.
​ Then I talked him into being evaluated by a Specialist to be diagnosed with something. We hid the fact that he heard voices and was hallucinating because we didn't want him slapped with a Schizophrenia diagnosis. A label was given however. He was told he had "Severe Depression". The doctor recommended regular psychological counseling. He went for a session with a secular counselor that she recommended. I went with him to this session as well. Alex poured his heart out to the lady counselor and then she said at the end of the session, "I can't help you." So that was yet another dead end.
Alex and I were frustrated that nothing would show up on a test and that people could not find any way to help. We went for a walk after yet another big disappointment. We encircled his neighborhood walking past his old school yard. Memories of his younger years flooded his mind. Then he turned to me and said, "Why are you with me? Don't you see I'm that I'm messed up? Why don't you go find someone better for you? You need a good man!"
I felt rejected and thought he was trying to get rid of me by telling me to go find another man. But I realized it was due to how he felt about his condition. I desperately wanted to be able to find help for him. He grabbed his head and said, "The songs, they won't stop playing in my mind!"
"What songs?" I inquired.
​ "Heavy Metal music that I used to listen to. I keep hearing satanic rock music play in my mind and I can't make it stop!" He paused to rub his forehead between his eyes. Then he continued, ​"I don't understand why, because when I was in my mid -twenties I realized that this music was destroying my soul. I felt it! So I took all my records, tapes, and even my concert T-shirts and burned them in our wood stove. I poured gasoline on them and set them on fire. There was a big explosion and I was thrown back from the blast. At that moment I felt something pulling me away from the flames."
​Feeling helpless and distraught he leaned up against a fence with tears in his eyes. "I don't listen to that music anymore, I hate it! Why is this happening?"
​I had no answer for him so I just looked at him with concern and put my arm around him. I had a non-judgmental acceptance of him, but even love and compassion could not stop his torment. I wished that I could have reached inside his head and pulled out that satanic Juke box that kept on playing and break it.
Later on in the evening when we were inside his house something happened that really freaked me out. He manifested demons. His jaw dropped open wide as he started to scream what appeared to be a swallowed scream. His eyes looked as if they bulged out of their sockets and his cheeks appeared to be sucked in. The way his face contorted was not even humanly possible to do if one has their mouth gaping wide open. He had a look of extreme terror on his face and he just sat there motionless.
I thought I was looking at something from another world. Although stunned, I sat next to him quietly and tried to remain calm. Since I was a Christian I realized that this must have been some kind of demonic manifestation. I knew that this entity would not be able to harm me since I belonged to Jesus. Yet, I was unsure about what to do. As I sat there, suddenly his facial expression came back to normal. I wondered if he even knew what happened. But before I could ask any questions he got up and paced the floor back and forth as if troubled. Then he stood there with his arms crossed looking at me, and scratched his head. He had a very domineering look at this point. A voice coming out of his body then said looking at me, "What am I going to do about you?"
His parents and sister thought he was being "lazy" and "manipulative" and kept threatening to throw him out of the house if he didn't get a job. He would not tell them of the hallucinations or voices for fear that they'd lock him up at the Psychiatric ward the rest of his life. He would call me on the phone very upset saying, ​"My mother just hollered at me at the top of her lungs that I need to do something with my life or I am to pack my bags and leave. But I have no where to go."
​He kept feeling more and more rejected by his family telling me that he felt like a burden. I knew that I had to just get him out of that house. His family just didn't fully understand at that time because they were not aware of the spiritual war going on. They didn't understand that there was something dreadfully wrong with their son, and that it was demonic in nature.
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