Spooked

The premature end of my deliverance "career"

Yesterday, I went to an Unbound Conference in Monroeville, PA, the first I ever attended.

Before that, I’d taken weekly video-supported training courses with a small group of Steubenville Catholics led by a local deacon. I did my own Unbound session to clear up some issues, which I found benevolent and gentle.

And after the eight-week training was over, I learned the initial ropes by participating as a secondary intercessor in a real session with a client. That, too, was very pleasant, the people (facilitators and client) were absolute sweethearts, I didn’t bungle the “Father’s Blessing”—the only part where an intercessor has to speak—and nothing scary or spooky happened.

Until yesterday.