I haven't told you about Trevor for a long while. This is because he was in hospital for quite some time, as it turned out - the middle of October to the middle of January, in fact. When he came out he was much, much quieter than he had been before. He still had social problems and money worries to battle with, but his delusions and hallucinations had all but disappeared. He could even interrogate his obsessive impulses. He ended up buying three new keyboards on eBay, with the thought that he could cannibalise them for parts and make some wonderful single new keyboard, but halfway through the process actually realised this was daft - not early enough to save his money, apparently, but at least he realised it. He went through one wobble when he wasn't talking to the mental health team, but now seems to be seeing them again. All that serious examination of the possibility that there might be something supernatural happening to him (even if it wasn't what he thought it might be), all that anxiety and irritation, resolved into nothing, by finally getting his medication right and consistent. The Devil, in this case, vanquished by a combination of plant-derived pills and injections. All those manifestations and utterances, the product of a bizarre and awry psychology.
'If anything, the Devil is in the effect he has on you,' the last Deliverance Advisor Trevor consulted told me. The mental convulsions and contortions I've gone through over the years when I entertained the idea that God might, just perhaps, be trying to tell me something through Trevor, certainly did me no good. I wonder whether I should write it all down for the instruction of my brothers and sisters ... Well, write it somewhere else.
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