To the dork: Please don’t read my rant if it upsets you. But here is pseudo-report on my first attempt at “ministering” to a demon-possessed woman. I hope y’all don’t laugh at my noobishness.
At around 0900 am, Mutha and I had a shouting match with the next door neighbor, Loca Lolita. Upon our arrival, the divorced nutter came out and pretended to clean her property nearest our shared fence, which is our old Montgomery chain link fence.
A renter accompanied her to the avocado tree. Both the renter and Loca were talking. We had our garage opened and from within/between both parked cars, Mutha was fuming in Tagalog about how Loca Lolita doesn’t mind her own business.
I was indoors and when I heard the Mutha and Loca screaming, I came out for the first time in one year of hiding out of fear/anxiety and confronted her on MY side of the fence. I was up close and almost to her face.
With my right index finger, I told her to “STOP” several times, which she repeared several times, too. Mutha also repeated that word several times. But Loca continued her stare down from behind her close-set eyes/tinted eyeglasses. I think she didn’t blink. Mutha told Loca not to point her finger at her.
Her daughter came out and told the mother to ‘SHUT-UP” twice. Mutha wanted to talk to her but Loca ordered the daughter not to say anything. Mutha told Belinda to make sure the mother takes her medicine.
This is when she claimed that she doesn’t take her medicine and says that she is NOT crazy and blames the three of us for calling her crazy. She is crazy.
A bicyclists stopped and heard the situation. He was a dark-skinned, thick-necked, wide-faced Filipino man. The old man said to her, “You must be crazy.” Because he noticed Loca was fighting/screaming.
He also said, “We don’t care”. Because Loca was bragging about how she is an “Executive Director of the [Lies-Ons] Club in Milpitas, CA”, which is north of San Jose, CA. We don’t know/care either.
Mutha warned the renter, an old woman about the property owner, Loca Lolita. The renter was scared after learning about her. She tried to stop us three from fighting but failed.
We believe this blessed situation was REALLY meant for the renters and to safeguard them from theft of their personal belongings by Loca Lolita, who already opened the USPS mail of former renters/elderly couple of Ilocano dialect.
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In no particular order, he is a crap load of what Loca Lolita said to the best of my recollection, while stressing out over this new-found empowerment/enlightenment:
I am crazy for marrying Juan. I will give you to Juan.
I’m not crazy if I’m not here. I don’t care. (That was after I told her that she was good at watering her plants. That was after I told her that the paint job by Juan on her house was good.)
I am going to attend church tomorrow morning and sit up front and tell Father Mark G. (I told her I do NOT want to see her in that church. She said that everyone is free to attend. I told her I we know what she did with the other parish members.)
You three are ganging up on me. (That is exactly the same words my paternal/first cousin Chill used on us! Unfortunately, these idiots/psychos refuse to hear the truth.)
You are a stupid old woman. (I told her that she was name-calling and that she was talking back to an elder and showed no respect).
You attended church/sing in the choir and fight with me. (I didn’t think to say you fight with me and attend church. I got to be faster next time).
Your parents have demons inside of them. You three have demons inside of you. (She’s demonically-possessed, period.)
You are a hypocrite. (She motions with her outstretched hands and looks up. She is a hypocrite.)
I’m going to join the choir. (I don’t know if she meant both our local parish and the one that banned her from attendance. She is banned from all choirs at my local parish.)
I’m a member of the Couples For Christ. (I told her they don’t like her. She stopped momentarily. I didn’t reference that the leaders know about her. The leaders said she was already accusing members of the same thing she has said of me.)
I will let everyone know. [Kathy] knows our fight. She slept with Juan too. What you did is a sin. You are an adulterer. Your are sleeping with my husband. (She is projecting her sins to other victims, even the neighbors. I told her I am NOT the only victim.)
I hate you. (I hate you, too).
I was invited by the Mayor of Milpitas. (She was about to show us her paper but we refused to care. She was about to say something about why we didn’t get the privilege of her invitation and that she would have given us one or something to that effect.)
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Last night, I sensed/thought the neighbor would act up after keeping quiet. And sure enough, she came out and had to “get her jolly” out by being loud in public. She has no shame.
She was quiet ever since I turned up my radio/boom stereo and bawled “psycho bitch” inside my car that one morning, which was when a gardener fixed her front laws and did some light landscaping.
Since that time, she didn’t open her garage whenever we are outdoors. Last night, I was relieved that she didn’t wait for me to arrive to come home late at night from choir rehearsal.
Anyway, on the following day that she came home from her one-month disappearance, I sent her a thought that her front lawn needs fixing. And she complied. I noticed that “good” part of her complied with this morning’s request by Mutha and moi, respectively.
She actually trimmed the encroaching branch from her avocado tree AND some dried flower heads of her tall rose trees! I didn’t want to give up on “my” Ate Lolita.
I tried in vain to honestly compliment her on her beautiful garden and enforced that she is a good person for keeping her yard clean and for watering her plants, which I told her had “feelings”.
She agreed with me that plants had feelings! But overall, she does not care. I believe that I made a break through by ministering to her. All I could do was pray the Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be, I Believe, “The Lord Is My Shepherd There Is Nothing I Shall Want”.
I’ve observed the naughty indwelling spirit mocking my attempts to pray over her, while she was sweeping the debris, of course. I then told Shaytan to stop several times.
When I mumbled once the word djinn, she raised her head a little, continued with sweeping the street gutter/picking up the debris with both hands, and started her rant again to me.
So my dear readers, the Lawd Gawd is my witness. She too proclaimed that Gawd knew what was inside us and she pointed upward and towards her heart repeatedly. Then I was being mean about saying Gawd is punishing her.
Oh well. I guess I failed. Crystallized hockey-pucks fail. Prayers don’t seem to work. Science wins. Manufacture those happy pills. It’s the only solution. I’m sorry.
Evil Kitty…
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