I had one that moved into a young man I knew when he had too much to drink. He was always a quiet peaceful guy. But not that evening.
He was short and thin, not muscular at all, but he was super strong with the demon in him. He tossed two huge bouncers like they were rag dolls. They became afraid of him and ran.
He was in the parking lot in freezing cold weather, with no shirt on. I walked out and held my hand palm toward him and said “calm down.” He fell to the ground and started growling, hissing and barking at me.
Soon he was in a fetal position howling and moaning like he was in great pain. I never touched him the entire time, nor did anyone else.
By then there was a crowd gathered around so I just kept saying his name, and telling the demon that I wanted to speak with him.
It took about 15 minutes to make the demon leave and the guy was back to normal instantly. Freaked a lot of people out.
There is good reason that alcohol is called “spirits.”
[He was short and thin, not muscular at all, but he was super strong with the demon in him. He tossed two huge bouncers like they were rag dolls. They became afraid of him and ran.]
Brother Dave Hunt (now with the Lord) once commented how Rosey Grier was part of the men subduing Sirhan Sirhan after Sirhan shot Bobby Kennedy.
Reportedly, they had trouble containing Sirhan because he was so strong.
Hmmm.....