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Demons Begone

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I stopped to buy some mangoes from a lady who was selling on the side of the road. It was not usual to have mangoes so readily available this time of the year and so I took advantage of their late abundance by eating at least one every day. The weather was overcast, it had been raining for almost two days on and off so she was anxious to make a few quick sales and return to her home. I knew this by the size of the parcels, they were larger than normal. Good for me and other mango lovers.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a guy coming down the road. He lived on the streets and had some mental issues that I am sure a good shaman, with the help of spirits, would have been able to heal. He has never spoken to me before even though it appears that I emit a signal that attracts persons like him. I often get approached for money or whatever else I could offer.

So imagine my surprise when he said “gyul”. I looked at him to make sure he was referring to me. He called me ‘gyul’ (girl). I smiled. I could not recall the last time someone addressed me as ‘gyul’. With my hair streaked with grey and my wrinkles becoming more prominent, being called gyul was indeed a compliment, so yah! to my diet, exercise, and meditation regime.

“What do you want?” I asked him. He took my response to mean that I was willing to engage him in a conversation so he crossed the street and came closer to me.

“What do you want?” I repeated. He did nothing but mumbled. It was either that he did not know what he wanted or he was afraid to say for fear of being rejected.

I looked in his eyes. They were filled with confusion and pain. The energy that emanated from him was one of needing a reprieve, a release from his 3-D suffering. Whatever demon had decided to make his mind its home had wreaked havoc on his physical and emotional body.

“Do you want money?” I asked.

The lady selling the mangoes stood by watching our exchange. She wanted to remain uninvolved. She had mangoes to sell and a home to return to.

“Yeah,” he said and began scratching his head. He did not want me to ask him what he wanted money to buy. He did not want me to offer him any mangoes. He was interested in something else.

“Okay”, I replied. “Come with me”.

We walked to my car, I found my purse and gave him some money. He took it, mumbled something, and walked rapidly away.

I watched him and then jumped into my car and drove off. I did not really feel any pity for him. I was just glad that I was there at the time to help him out with some change. We all have our demons to fight. Some of us do it better than others.

Whether it’s the demon of drugs and alcohol.
Of envy and jealousy,
Of fear,
Of laziness,
Of greed,
Of lust,
Of anger,

Whatever they might be, to fight them we must.

We may be a bit stronger than my mumbling friend in that we do not lose our minds entirely in the process and end up living on the streets but if we succumb to the clutches of our personal demons, we end up suffering, standing on the wayside of life begging for a reprieve.

So say with me, “Demons begone! Happy Life come forth!”