I didn' t believe in the existence of the devil. For me it
was an unlikely fact to believe in the great power I had. Perhaps it
was a little paradoxical to say that he believed in Christ and to deny the
truth about evil. My parents professed the Christian religion and the formation they gave
us was according to their beliefs. While I was a child, I performed
all the rituals that I was taught. Deep down, I think I was
always a rebel because I didn' t like attending church. What I liked
was going to Christian camps. It was like having a vacation without our parents
taking us to a nearby place in the city that in turn was away from
the noise. Usually, they did it in a large house where there was
a river, lake, or lagoon nearby to take us during the recreational time
to swim in the water. My sister was the one who put the most
attention in the meetings. On the other hand, my brother Nacho and I
were a little more zapatic. Maybe it was because we were starting to get
into adolescence and we started having another set of tastes. I remember that I
was fifteen and my brother was thirteen. When we went to summer camp,
my sister also went, but she was meeting with the other girls in the
congregation. That summer of two thousand and three was the first in which I
began to have a different view of the religion my parents professed and had instilled
in us. During the camp. I met another boy by the name of
Daniel. He was my age. It was the first time I saw him
go to the Christian summer. As soon as we met, we did good
chemistry. Soon he trusted me and told me about the problems he was experiencing
with his parents. We both disagreed with the Christian formation they gave us.
Before concluding the camp, Daniel gave me his phone number and address. We
intended to keep seeing each other and continue to chat our disagreements. For the
last night, our guides made a campfire very close to the lagoon. We
all sit around the fire. One of the girls took the initiative. He
provided us with a blank sheet, as well as a pencil to write.
He asked us to split it in two and in one half write what we
learned during the camping week. He gave us a few minutes so we could
have enough time to reflect right away. He told us to put in the
other half of the leaf what we would like to learn, to know,
to know whatever doubt or longing we have. We could write it on the
blank sheet. We had nothing to worry about, because no one was going
to see our leaves. After the activity ended, the guide asked us to
burn our leaves repeating amen. I really don' t know what Nacho and
Daniel put up, but when we did that activity, the three of us
turned around to see. While we smiled, we threw our papers, we
saw how they were consumed in the fire. To conclude, the activity.
We sang a praise and went to rest. They gave us the opportunity to
share experiences with our peers without revealing so much when we were together, my
brother Daniel and I asked them what they had written. On the second sheet.
The first to speak was Daniel saying that he wanted to travel and know
other places, as well as to have many girlfriends, and began to laugh
nacho. It was more correct. He wrote that our family was healthy and
we were always together. After I heard what they had written, I felt
a little embarrassed. I hesitated a bit to make my comment. Daniel was
the first to throw a pillow because he saw I didn' t dare talk.
Then my brother seconded him, leaving aside, the shame I told them
that I had written that I really didn' t know if there was God
and the demon who wanted to have proof of his existence. Both Daniel and
my brother remained silent at the time. I felt judged, but right away.
They started laughing like what I wrote was a joke. I really did
it with the idea of knowing if there was good and evil. We all
take it as a mockery and keep playing with the pillows. It was several
days after we returned from the camp. The routine in the house was the
same as always. My dad was the one who left us in high school
before he went to work. I was taking my brother and I was taking
my sister to my mom because she was still in elementary school. Instead,
my brother was in junior high and I was in junior high. I was
just about to finish it. On one occasion we came from school, it
occurred to me to go visit Daniel. I didn' t know anything about
him anymore. So we went to high school. I wasn' t very
close to our Nacho was always the quietest and most obedient to my parents.
Every time I asked him to do something wrong right away, he told me
that what he planned to do was not right. When I proposed to go
to Daniel' s high school right away, he said yes. He didn
' t even give me any warnings. It was rather strange that he behaved
that way to see nacho so excited to break the rules. He was the
one in the lead. It was the first time I paid attention to the
changes that had occurred in my brother. I didn' t get abnormal.
I thought I was just going into adolescence and I was also beginning to question
a lot of things. I had already told Daniel that we were going to
visit him, so he was waiting for us outside high school in a shaded
tree. As soon as we saw him, we ran to say hello.
We walked together, chatting, catching up. After a while of being with
my friend, we said goodbye to him and each of us took our course.
On the way back to school, Nacho continued to talk about everything and
nothing. At the same time I was excited to talk about games. When
I got home, my mom was already worried we weren' t getting there.
I was always the one lying to my parents. This time, Nacho
took the lead by arguing a series of lies that even I believed I no
longer had to intervene because my mom no longer asked. She picked up her
belongings and left immediately for work. That afternoon, my dad spoke to us
on the phone to let us know that he would stay at work for some
time or extra time, so he would arrive at night. He asked me
to take care of my brothers and if we were hungry, we could order
a pizza. After finishing the assignment, I invited my brothers to watch a
film. Nacho was in the room listening to loud music. I asked him
to turn the music down a bit because he wouldn' t allow us to
listen to television, but he kept making a fuss all afternoon. We were
already upset. My sister and I, hearing the keys enter the lock,
we breathe relieved. My dad would put order in the house. Similarly,
my dad felt it was a lot of fuss that my brother was making,
so he immediately went up to his room. I didn' t know what
happened. I just got to hear that they were arguing. Nacho was the
one who raised his voice the most. My dad' s words were barely
heard. It was so much my brother' s anger that he ran down
and slammed the door. It was weird to see my brother so upset and
listen to my dad arguing because he was an extremely quiet person. I don
' t know what caused that discussion. They happened after ten o' clock
at night and my brother wasn' t coming, my parents were already worried.
My mom insisted we call the police to report her disappearance. Perhaps the
position of my parents seemed a little exaggerated, but it was quite understandable,
since Nacho had never done that. My dad was marking the police. When
we heard they knocked on the door. It was my brother who got hit.
He was bleeding out of his mouth. We immediately asked him what had
happened. We thought he was mugged. When he saw us so worried.
She started laughing with laughter as her red teeth were seen from the blood,
saying that we didn' t skip so much. He had just been beaten
with other boys and, as we saw, he was not exactly a very
smart person to fight because they had left him as Christ on the Cross.
He said it in such a mockery way that it even seemed blasphemy to me.
My dad immediately claimed him by scolding him for his words. At that
time I understood my dad because Nacho laughed like he was mocking my father'
s words. I asked Nacho to calm down and keep quiet. He didn
' t answer anything. He just stared at me while smiling in a grotesque
way because he still had blood. I took him to the room. While
he was cleaning up, I asked him if he had drugged himself. He
didn' t even answer me. He continued to say a series of inconsistencies,
as if he did not realize his reality. I was convinced that he
had put an amazing substance into his body because he acted in a very rare
way. I texted Daniel to tell him how my brother was. He immediately
told me to be on the lookout, because perhaps he was beginning to have
bad friendships that would lead him down the road of vice. It was best
to take care of him so that he would no longer ingest toxic substances.
He also calmed me down by telling me that maybe it was the first time
I did it and I had only done it out of curiosity. Nacho took
time to fall asleep. I brought him a sandwich with a glass of milk
to cut off the effect of drugs. It most likely worked because he immediately
fell asleep. He didn' t even undress, he just lay face down
while snoring in an exaggerated way, I took off his shoes and covered him
with his blanket. In the morning he rose as if nothing had happened.
He looked at him carefully to see his reactions. It mattered in a normal
way. He started talking about one of his high school classmates, until I
got desperate and asked him if he didn' t remember anything. He looked
at me strangely. Again I asked him the same question. He said no.
What had happened. I didn' t really believe him. That'
s why I didn' t answer him. I just slapped him on the
back telling him that yesterday I had been very worried about my parents and that
I wouldn' t do it again as expected. My dad was upset with
him. He tried to disguise his anger by asking him how he felt.
He replied very well. I think my dad didn' t want to argue
again. He only asked her not to be late again, as they were
very worried and if she went out, just tell them where she was going.
During the journey to high school I watched Nacho carefully. Again he was
my brother, quiet and quiet forever. I was relieved to believe that I
was not able to get substances into her body. The following days passed with
the same daily and calmness as always. Nacho was the same quiet teenager I
knew until one night the silence was interrupted by my brother. I didn'
t realize what time in the morning he woke up and got up, started
talking inconsistencies as he moved all over the room. He was groping in a
strange way, as if he wanted to fly. First he woke me up
because I was standing at the side of my bed, watching me sleep without
saying anything with my eyes wide open. I didn' t know how I
woke up, as I was in a deep sleep. When I opened my
eyes, I was scared because I was there attentive to my dream right away.
He went crazy to move all over the room. I was telling him
to calm down, but he didn' t seem to listen to me He
was into his madness. I got up and grabbed him in the back to
react, but he pulled me back with a huge force. My brother was
younger than me. It seemed to have more strength I fell to the floor,
I hurt my waist, but that didn' t stop me from getting
up upset and throwing it out the same way Nacho did. He reacted immediately.
There was a fight between the two of us. Since we never had
a fight, we threw several things around my parents. They immediately entered the
room. My dad screamed it was the first time I saw him so upset.
He was usually a quiet and tolerant man. In this case it was
different. We were behaving like two wild animals. I immediately released my brother.
He also did it and kept looking at me, as he had never
done before. His gaze was one of hatred. My dad said the next
day we' d talk when we were all quieter. He asked us to
go to bed to sleep, because the next day there were activities for everyone.
I' d be lying if I told them I could sleep like nothing
ever happened. I was until dawn trying to understand what was happening to my
brother and how he had come to get that way. If he was as
quiet as my dad while still looking for an explanation of my brother Nacho'
s abrupt behavior, he fell asleep immediately, even snoring in a way I
had not heard before. It took me a long time to sleep. I
heard my mom knocking on the door so we could manage to go to high
school. During breakfast no one commented anything except that my dad asked us to
make peace and from that moment on we treated ourselves with much respect. Nacho
and I nodded without saying more words, we got up from the dining room
to go to high school. That day we left in complete silence on the
way to school. As soon as we got to the school building, my
dad told us that the Holy Spirit was with us all the time that we
didn' t let him down. Nacho made a strange grunt, but neither
my dad nor I said anything. We got out of the car. My
brother began to walk slowly and fast so that we wouldn' t get there
before they closed the door. Nacho smiled again in that strange way and told
me that he would not enter classes, he did not feel like doing it.
He began to walk quickly to the opposite side of the school entrance.
I wanted to reach him, but at that moment the prefect went out to
check the gadgets. I didn' t say anything anymore, because Nacho would
get into trouble. I just turned to where he went I got to see
him when he turned to the right of the street and lost sight of him
leaving high school. I was afraid Nacho wasn' t outside, but as
soon as I saw him, my calm returned. I didn' t really
find any sense in what he did, but since I didn' t want
to fight him anymore, I was quiet shortly before I got home. Nacho
stopped. He turned around and said softly. The thing is, I have
a new friend. He tells me things I never thought could be possible.
It also makes me laugh only that sometimes it gets very upset if things don
' t work out as expected. That' s why he didn' t
finish telling me what he wanted anymore, because suddenly he was quiet as much
as I tried to keep him talking. I didn' t get it on.
As soon as we entered the house, Nacho went to his bedroom,
I spoke to him to come down to eat with us. I went to
the room. I was gonna open the door when I heard he was talking
to someone. I thought he was calling. That' s why I waited
for it to end. But since I kept talking, I knocked on the
door and went into the room. He jumped from the impression he gave him.
When he saw me, he began to stutter and give meaningless explanations.
I asked him to calm down and he didn' t have to tell me
anything. I just wanted him to eat a little nacho. He didn'
t want to eat. I knew something was wrong with my brother. I
had no idea what it was. When I got rid of my schoolwork,
I texted Daniel. I told him how strange my brother was and how erratic
he was. I thought Daniel wouldn' t understand me. It was weird
that he asked me when I was like this and what I was doing.
I hadn' t started thinking about what you asked me. I replied that
I had to analyze it because I didn' t know. I asked Daniel
what that had to do with my middle brother' s behavior, because he
suspected he was using substances. For this reason the sudden mood swings. Daniel
made a comment to me that I had not even gone through my mind to
take into account that sometimes evil acted in different ways and perhaps what my brother
had was not a product of substance consumption, but that evil was taking over
his body. What Daniel told me seemed quite unrealistic. I didn' t
contradict it, but I didn' t even believe it and maybe he noticed
it because he stopped talking about it. I stopped talking to my friend because
I heard my sister screaming. When I went down to the dining room,
Nacho chased her around the table. He caught her holding her hair. While
my sister screamed desperate, I yelled at her to let go. He smiled
in a sinister way. He had to be stopped by the sword. Again
he tried to win me over with his great strength, but this time he
did not succeed. He started screaming like crazy while keeping him immobilized. When
he calmed down, I let him go. He started insulting me with words
I' d rather not repeat. My sister cried very scared. I hugged
her to calm her down. Little by little he calmed down, while Nacho
became intense again. A little before my parents arrived, he calmed down.
He stopped throwing things in his room. As soon as my sister saw my
dad, she went to hug him and tell him how Nacho had gotten.
My father stared at me. I didn' t mean anything, because I
felt Nacho could hear everything I was saying. Later, my dad went out
to pick up my mom. To work. I asked my sister to leave
with my dad She didn' t even doubt it. He immediately left with
him as soon as they left. I went to bed with Nacho. He
had fallen asleep, snoring loudly as he snuck through his belongings. He started
moving in a strange way. His limbs became tense, he was as paralyzed
with his eyes open. It was quite disturbing to see him in that state.
I took a picture of him and sent it to Daniel. He immediately
answered me. He told me not to hesitate. My brother was possessed.
Yet. I had a hard time believing it. The doubt had been sown
in my mind, but it was going to be removed very soon, because
after midnight, Nacho rose up to walk erratically throughout the room. There was
a time when his voice changed, he got too thick and began to talk
as if there was someone next to him. I kept talking, but I
didn' t do it out loud, but in the form of a murmur,
because I couldn' t tell what we were saying for a while.
So, he came to my bed, stood aside and kept talking. I
closed my eyes to think I was still asleep and didn' t realize what
I was doing. So it lasted several minutes until he went to his bed
and lay down to sleep. When I was sure he had indeed fallen asleep,
I began to think about the questions Daniel asked me. It was at
that moment that I became aware of that role I put in the fire during
the spiritual camp. I doubted very much that such a simple act would have
such radical consequences. I denied it by trying to give thousands of explanations for
my brother' s strange conduct. The next day, Nacho got up as
usual, held him responsible for his duties, had breakfast and was in time
for high school. As soon as I could, I met with daniel I
told him everything about my brother. He told me that everything led him to
think that Nacho had the devil inside, because the same thing happened to his
cousin. It happened to her because she played with the huija. He asked
me if I had any idea how that could happen to Nacho. With a
little fear, I reminded him of what I had done during the last night
of the camp. Daniel, like me, had neither the age nor the
resources to understand what was happening to Nacho. That' s when my friend
said it was a possession. After I was with Daniel, I was not
sure what my friend had told me, but I approached my parents as soon
as I saw Nacho fell asleep. I went to my parents' room to
talk to them. I told them I thought Nacho was possessed and I was
to blame. I explained to them the same thing that I spoke to Daniel
my dad in a very kind way. He told me that I was not
responsible for what was going on with Nacho, but what happened with Nacho had
nothing to do with the dark. This is how they told him in the
congregation, not to mention his real name. I had already talked to my
mom and they were thinking of taking him to a psychologist. My parents were
very kind to me inside. I knew something very bad was inside my brother.
I said good night to my parents and went to my room, the
one I shared with Nacho. As soon as I walked into the room,
I sensed a strange smell. I approached my brother and that foul smell came
from his body. He wasn' t that strong, but he was strong
enough to distinguish him. That night was the final night to realize that something
very bad existed in Nacho. I slept to sleep feeling a little relieved because
my parents didn' t hold me responsible for what happened. It was one
of the nights I started to rest, as I did before going to camp,
until I woke up a scream almost fell out of bed from the impression
received. It was Nacho who started screaming desperately as he stood in the corner
of the room, hitting his head. Then he turned to me and smiled
in a disturbing way. Again, he started screaming and hitting himself. My
parents came in right away. It was my dad who approached my brother.
He took him by the arm to take him back to bed, but Nacho
refused to do so. He resisted my dad' s insistence affectionately. He
asked him to go to rest because the next day there was school, but
he responded with an assault he ventured so hard that my dad fell. My
mom tried to intervene, but she was thrown the same way. Nacho began
to convulse while emitting horrible grunts. After a few minutes he calmed down and
became unconscious. Between my pair, Dad and I took him to his bed.
I noticed several bruises on my stomach and shoulders. I showed them to
my parents. I saw the worry and pain in his eyes. From that
night on, my parents took the church pastor to pray in the house.
He started praying in every room in the house. While he was doing so,
he held the sacred book in his hands. Sometimes he stopped his prayers
to read some Bible verse that was appropriate for the moment. When the shepherd
entered the room in which he was nacho. He got upset. He began
to talk about bad things to silence the pastor’ s prayers. Since he
failed to achieve his goal, he began to sing. The shepherd continued to
read God’ s word immediately, left the room and continued in the other
parts of the house praying. After he finished praying, he told my parents
that prayers needed to be reinforced to get evil out of the house. They
were just youthful weaknesses and everything would pass to my brother. The pastor left
leaving my parents alone, but I thought that what he did was little or
almost nothing, because I did not notice any change in my brother. On
the contrary, other phenomena began to appear in it, especially at night.
It was when my brother seemed to become someone else, as if he were
his double evil. I looked again for my friend Daniel, without omitting details.
I told him everything about him. That' s when he suggested I
take him to St Monica' s Temple with Father Ceja. The priest was
a specialist in performing exorcisms with him. They took their cousin and now she
was freed from the devil. Every Thursday and Saturday there was a Mass of
healing and prayer. My friend gave me all the details about the exorcisms he
witnessed in the temple, as well as the strange way his cousin acted.
Only there was a problem. Father Ceja was a Catholic priest. Perhaps my
parents were not going to share the same beliefs, so I wasn’ t
sure if they wanted to go to the temple. It occurred to Daniel that
we could carry Nacho with lies, but since we were minors, we were
not going to be allowed to attend alone, as the father always asked for
an adult to be present. Mostly in a case like Nacho' s,
I didn' t know what to do or who to turn to. Most
of the family was Christian and the one who did not practice that religion were
atheistic relatives who did not believe in anything. I didn' t know who
to ask for help. When I got home, my parents were on their
way out. I was told you had an appointment with a psychologist. Nacho
was known in the congregation to commune with his own beliefs. My parents left
with my brother before they locked the door. Nacho turned to say goodbye to
me, but it wasn' t a dice who told me, but he
bent his face looking in a weird way. At the same time he made
a macabre smile. I had the impression that it was a warning and that
everything my parents did was not going to be of any use. They left
all afternoon when they arrived. The first thing I put my attention to was
carefully observing Nacho. I had the vague hope that what was really going on
was a psychological disorder and that it was all pure speculation of mine. I
wanted that theory to be true and I believed it because my brother was him
again, with his shy smile his characteristic introversion. That night I was attentive
to what I was doing. Nothing happened. Nacho was quiet sleeping like he
used to. Every once in a while I would come up to see her
breathing and everything seemed normal, but I noticed something that scared me a lot.
I saw a lump in his stomach. I gently picked up the T
- shirt something inside his stomach. He was moving. It was visible below
his skin, it was the size of a ball three centimeters in diameter.
He would run down the stomach and climb up to the chest. Then he
went down his left arm. He' d come back to pass through the
right arm. Surely I felt something to my brother because he was complaining as
that strange ball moved inside his body. I tried to touch her with my
finger. When I could do it, the ball was hot. I stopped
her with my hand, but she got bigger and my brother complained more.
I stopped playing it so my brother wouldn' t suffer. The next day
I asked Daniel to help me take my brother to that church. I'
d ask my cousin' s wife to join us. She always showed us
her love. He was a great person. Daniel and I called him on
the phone. When I told him the reason for my call, he was
silent for a few minutes. He didn' t answer anything, so I
thought he would refuse to help us, but after thinking about it, he
told me that he would come with us. It was a joy for me
to hear that it would help us. We told her we' d meet
her the next day at the temple of Santa Monica, at six o'
clock in the afternoon. I only needed to convince my brother, because at
that point I had the impression that he was ahead of my thoughts in advance.
I knew what I was going to say or ask for for that time
we were already very far apart, we talked very little. None of them
had confidence in each other. At night I approached him with a little fear.
I told him that I wanted to take him to a special place where
they were going to help us improve our relationship. Nacho smiled sarcastically and told
me not to cheat him, I knew where I wanted to take him,
but he was going to go just to show me that nothing could with him.
His answer was the clearest confirmation that everything I believed was true, because
sometimes I had a slight hope that everything was my imagination, but now I
had no doubt. I was convinced. When we arrived at the temple,
my Aunt Anne was already waiting for us. He greeted us warmly, while
my brother laughed ironically. My aunt completely ignored him and we entered the temple.
As soon as the father went out with the incense and began the temple
to fill itself with the smell. I looked at my brother' s face
at incense. He made a repulsion grin. Like that smell bothers him a
lot. He also wanted out, but I stopped him with my arm.
Daniel stopped him, too. He looked at us furiously and with great force.
He got out of our arms. My aunt realized what was going on,
forced him to stay a few more minutes later they would leave. Nacho
answered him with some obsessive words that embarrassed me. At that moment I thought
it would all be in vain, because my brother turned around to leave the
temple. As he walked toward the door, he fell to the floor and
began to convulse, as on more than one occasion it happened to him in
the house, but on this occasion he began to give a loud scream that,
apart from noisy, was disturbing. The priest, unalterably, continued to
perform his rituals which, apparently, were very effective. I realized that Father
Ceja was more than used to seeing such reactions. I wanted to go help
my brother, but the priest said not to, to leave him alone with
his fight against evil. I was so remorseful to see him battling the devil.
Until the father concluded his prayers. My brother calmed down and went unconscious.
Father said not to worry. God was doing his job right away.
He gave his farewell words and the Mass ended when the priest gave the signal
so that we would approach our relatives immediately. I approached Nacho. He was
starting to react. I can' t say what I felt. When I
saw him it was him. Again he asked me what was going on.
I just told him that from now on everything was going to be fine,
not to worry. We leave the Church with a feeling of satisfaction. Before
retiring, Father Ceja said it was not enough to attend the healing Mass on
a single occasion. It was necessary to go several times and, if possible,
not stop praying for the relative. The father didn' t want to
mention the word possessed. He refrained from doing so. I left the temple
thanking my aunt and Daniel for their support. They both told me they would
continue to support me as long as necessary. From the first time we went
to the Temple of Santa Monica, I noticed a radical change in my brother.
I can' t say it was okay. Since the first healing Mass.
I still had episodes in which the demon tried not to leave his body,
but I realized that the divine power was stronger than that demon. Father
Seja told us that it could be the demon belzebub, but it was better
not to give it a name. We should keep praying at home constantly and
have a blessed rosary, as well as a blessed crucifix. Everything the father
told us we did. I would lie if I said it was an easy
process, but my brother, little by little, was the one who was
previously accompanied by my aunt Anna. We told my parents what we had done.
They were not very pleased, but they had no choice but to accept
what was evident. I was able to recover my brother and also realize the
existence of good and evil, because I lived him in my own flesh beside
my brother. Story written and adapted by Adriana Cuevas