AHRIMAN

When I sat down with Father Jonathan, I just wanted to pray. As I looked into his eyes, they seemed to turn red. His mouth turned into a grin. He began to talk to me in a language I couldn't understand. I jumped from my chair and tried to run. My legs were like water, unsteady and weak. I fell to the floor; my head was now spinning. The room turned dark. Suddenly I woke up. Was this all just a dream? No, Father Jonathan was still there standing over me! His face was changing now and his eyes now red as blood!!  He spoke to me: "Son," he said, "I have seen the IBLIS; it is in your soul and we can't save you. You must free yourself! I will pray for you, but the IBLIS has damned you for all time." As I tried to make sense of what he was saying I began to feel strange sensations in my body. I noticed my shirt had been torn, my chest was bleeding and my pants were wet and drawn. As I staggered away into the dawn all I could hear was a voice. It boomed like the beat of a bass drum. " My son, don't look so forlorn". Then the ROOM FILLED WITH LAUGHTER!