People in villages are constantly fed with stories of devil and its appearance and disappearance right from their childhood. It all begins with mothers who were not able to control their children especially when the children begin to move to explore new things. Mother expects the child to be under constant care therefore she instructs the child not move here and there. But the child would not listen, at that time the mothers tell their children, “Do not go that side, there is a devil.” The child registers first fear about the devil.
When a child refuses to eat, the immediate and easy remedy is tell the story of the devil and make the child frightened, “If you do not eat the devil will come and catch and take you.” “There is a devil, hides and remains in the dark room” is another frequently used by mothers when their child is about venture in the dark.
Stories of the devil get registered deep at the conscious level. Our mind uses it conveniently when it requires.
I remember a woman who obtained a degree in ‘home science’ and working as an instructor in the Agricultural University of Jorhat, Assam. One night she saw through her bedroom window, two severed hands with fresh blood flowing, entered her room and tried to catch her neck. She screamed with full throttle, that her husband who in sound sleep got up and shook his wife and asked what happened. She said that she saw two severed hands were coming to catch her neck. But the man did not see anything. However they kept a tube light on and slept that night. On the following morning the man shared with some of his friends about his wife’s nightmare and enquired what to do about it. One of his friends referred my name. I do not know how his friends came to know about me.
However the man met me and explained about the ordeal his wife had last night. I told him that I would visit their house at the Agriculture university quarters by 6 pm. I also instructed him that he could call all his friends to be in the house when I came to pray.
When I reached their house, there were about 12 of his friends who came to join the prayer meeting. I picked a passage from the pocket bible I carried and read it for all to hear. The passage I chose explained how Jesus empowered his twelve disciples with the power to cast out demons and to heal the sick. I explained the persons present that I am one among those whom God chose and sent in the present century. Then I closed my eyes, asking God to help me solve their problem.
After a while I wide opened my eyes asked two young men, who were sitting and watching me, to dig a pit of one foot by the side his residence and find clay without any stone. They brought the clay as I had instructed. I then turned the clay into a figure with two legs and two hands. I asked those present whether they understood what it is. They said, they did not understand, neither I understood what it was except that it was clay.
However After showing the toy that I made out of the clay, I told them that there was man who walked by the side of the University road about 58 years before, and was hit by a lorry that passed by. It is the spirit of the young man tormented even now in the form of broken hands etc. Then I assured them that I will invoke God to release his soul once and for all from the earth and give him eternal rest.
Now everyone’s attention was on me. The secret of the Mantra or prayer is that the listeners should not understand the meaning only then the mystery element of the prayer will be kept up. Therefore I realized that if I say the prayers in Hindi, they might follow, if I say in Assamese language, my fluency is not enough, If I say in English all might follow so I began reciting in Tamil Language which none of them could follow. All that they understood was that it is a mysterious prayer and there is a power into it.
After reciting the prayer, I broke clay toy into pieces and threw them out and informed every one present there that the evil spirit of the young man is released once and for all and it won’t come to disturb any one anymore. The woman felt she was healed instantly and henceforth she slept peacefully.
Was there some supernatural power within me? Far from it. Then how I could cast out the spirit of the man who died long ago? In fact the story of the ‘man who met with an accident and died’ was of a fictitious character created by me. The woman was getting disturbed by the sight of a severed hands coming towards her, therefore my story should suit her illusion.
The Agricultural university campus was once a lake, a water reservoir therefore the clay formation was natural in that area so I made use of geographical condition of the place and commanded them to bring the clay.
Jorhat is wet ground especially during rainy season. So I could easily tell them to dig a pit of one foot. An easy task, indeed.
Finally, the prayer. Every prayer should have a mystery element therefore I recited the prayer in Tamil and recited it with full speed that the listeners could not understand anything. The end result was the healing. She experienced the healing as I suggested to her. That is all.