Well, it is authentic historically in that itâs a real excommunication ceremony that has been used in exorcisms and thatâs a real thing bell, book and candle
Not saying it works, though!
Course it cobblers in the sense that people donât really get possessed and so there no need for exorcism.
Itâs just silly superstition frightened people used to try to protect themselves from things they didnât understand, like mental illness
I agree. I think that psychiatric help would be more effective than exorcism.
Actually, perhaps exorcism (for the religious) is actually a form of psychiatric help.
While weâre on the subject of ghosts, it made me think of something that has nothing to do with them.
When I was seven or eight years old, I won first prize in a âthink up a sloganâ competition for a well known tea company. The prize was a baby chimpanzee, but I forget what my slogan was. His name was Howard, but I called him Gibbo, after my uncle Howard, who was also known as Gibbo. People used to ask why I called him Gibbo when he was a chimpanzee, thinking that Gibbo was short for gibbon, which it was in a way; my uncleâs name was Howard Gibbons. We were inseparable, Gibbo and I (the chimp, not my uncle), but as he got older he became more and more unmanageable, and he started to get aggressive, too.
Next door, lived Mr. Winstanley. He was a miserable old man, always complaining about something or other. One day, when Gibbo was rampaging round the garden, screeching at the top of his voice, Mr. Winstanley started hammering on the fence with his walking stick, shouting, âshut that bloody monkey upâ. The next thing we knew, Gibbo had leapt over the fence, there was a bit of a thud, and then he jumped back again and sauntered into the house. We rushed to the fence and looked over to see Mr. Winstanley lying, lifeless, on his immaculately kept lawn.
It turned out that his neck was snapped clean as a whistle, and they said he wouldnât have felt a thing. Two men turned up in a van a little later and took Gibbo away, but he gave them a damn good fight before they managed to restrain him. The house was completely recked, of course. I cried and cried as I watched the van driving away with Gibbo, and my mum came and put her arms round me and said, ânever mind, son, at least we donât have to put up with that miserable sod Winstanley any moreâ.
Thats quite frightening - a group of young ghost hunters staying the night in haunted locations, each armed with cameras etc. A bit like Ghost Adventures but way better.