Do Greek Orthodox Priests Perform Exorcisms?

Never in my life did I choose to go and sit through a scary movie. I avoided them like what they are, the plague. However, following my first divorce, I re-intered the scholastic community of Youngstown State University, in Youngstown, Ohio, and was taking a community counseling program to sit for my state of ohio licensed professional clinical counseling test in Columbus, Ohio. I would like you my reader and for now my friend to imagine yourself in a very uppity level of graduate counselors, our professor is one now deceased Professor Conboy. I have trifled with his name as old age has added caution with all these vigilantes running around.

Do not run. If you run or even think about running, assume a massive dog jumping all over you and slobbering you to death. There now you will not run and you will read that.

Professor Conboy looks at me as his chief rival as I am understandably his intellectual equal. However, he has unearthed my disdain of diabolical movies. Why doesn't somebody help her? He says to the class and looks instead at me.

She doesn't look like she needs help, a smart ass eight thousand dollars a year counseling assistant replies.

We are going to see a movie, Professor Conboy tells us., The Exorcist.

I flutter my eyelashes and stick out my tongue at him. He turns on the movie. We are forced, bound, humiliated to watch Sissy Spacek have an orgasim with a cross. I have images of a sick eighties art featuring a bottle of urine and a cross in it.

My situation with Professor Conboy is really one of supervisor and couselor. He dies. Not before passing me in my graduate hours, of course.

Of course, I am leading you all on in my rambling diatribe of academia. What I really want to bore you with sufficiently to get an orgasmic relief from you all is the real intent of this article.

The Exorcist starring Sissy Spacek has many emotional references personal to my own private life. For example the name Sissy was first introduced to me as the daughter of my white dentist Dr. Oles. I say white dentist because I want to make sure that everyone understands, especially some of you who may know me and know that I also had a black dentist, Dr. Tate. Also the private information about the real possessed person was a boy living in California and I do believe his real name was Demas.

Demas just happened to be my mother in law's name and Dr. Conboy who must have been contacted by my husband's attornies probably told him

The Demas name in Greece is also connected with the ancient name of Drakos as in Draconian codes, and other astral imaginings, as in the constellation Dracos.

That Dracos had really gone too far or maybe he was pining for his lost wife.

The shocker to this article and my weak attempt to bring my readers to some kind of cathartic orgasim was the new priest that was quite coincidentally substituted for our beloved Father Alex. The new Alex, that is the new priest who took his job, for don't you know that religion for the Greek Orthodox ministry as revealed to me by a Very Reverend Father George of St. Demetrius Church, is business. Following my years of disbelief and continuing in the ways of my ancestors who included driven mad by hostile Turks monks and a priest here and there, I was in church and following service, I went up the line to get my anditheyro., bread. The new priest had been introduced I heard Steve Demas. I went up and said, Welcome to our church , Father Demas.

His head swung to the right like Sissy Spacek in The Exorcist and then swung back again. Of course, having counseled at risk gangsters in Pennsylvania for years, I don't do much more than giggle at such displays. He said, What did you call me.? He turns to Bill Likourish and asks him as if I were incapable of answering, What did she call me?

I called him Demas Bill.

Bill flushed and Father Denas said, My name is Father Denas.

Welcome to Campbell, I said.

I am writing this article as atonement for a sin of visualizing Sissy Spacek having sex with a cross. May God have mercy on our souls, you the reader and me the writer.