CALAMITY struck my family when I was a girl of 14. At that time, a vicious murderer began to eliminate my relatives. His first victims were my sister’s children—all nine of them. Then he turned against her husband. Shortly thereafter, he killed one of my sisters too. Four more of my brothers and sisters followed, until only my mother and I were left. Oh, was I frightened!
During the years that followed, I ate, worked, and slept in daily dread. I wondered: ‘When will he strike? And who will be next—Mother or I?’
Quite odd. Although the "story" blames the "enemies of the family" for sending the "demon" I wouldn't completely discount the possibility that the mother or Lintina herself were responsible for the murders. You'll please excuse me for reading between the lines of this story. She's been baptized for at least 11 years now, admits to health problems that have not gone completely away, admits to having gone out of her mind. ("I stopped eating and had moments when I completely lost my mind.") And now that she's been stable for a few years, and is about 70 years old the Wt felt safe including her story. I bet the Wt wouldn't have risked printing this story only a couple years after her baptism. (or until the claims had "aged" a bit.)
I'm not ridiculing the story, but I guess I should explain my biases for any who still believe in such things. I'm sure there have been plenty of better theories about demons, but before I go researching it, here's mine: (probably re-stating the obvious)
I realize that in some countries even adults are still expected to see demons, but in the US and in countries where Science and Reason supposedly reign over superstitious religions, girls of 14 still seem to be the commonest victims of seeing and/or hearing "demons." When I was becoming a teenager In Missouri, even in our congregation, belief in ghosts and demons was very prevalent, and the teenage girls always had stories that began when they were about age 12 or 13. (Only a very few sisters could continue seeing or hearing after their teenage years, and by then many had dismissed it as due to their mental state when they were younger.) Even now, all over the USA, the biggest buyers of the "Fear Street" series of books (child-oriented "horror" stories) have always been girls within a year of their first menstruation. Some of the most successful scary movies like Exorcist and Poltergeist obviously play on the fact that teenage girls are the most likely objects of demon interest. The entire Horror movie genre plays strongly on the idea that teenage girls are more vulnerable to demons and teenage boys will ostensibly play a role as protectors of these girls, in spite of their own fears. This plays out both in the paying audience and on the screen.
The relationship between the hormones of sexuality and demons must be obvious. Encounters with "demons", I suspect, are the psychological catalysts of hormonal chemistry, unresolved mixture of fear, guilt, loathing, pleasure and pressure of sexuality, and, of course, violence-evoking images and associations of menses. Females and their male demons are at the core of the Salem witch hunts, the Nephilim stories of Genesis, the phallic imagery of riding broomsticks, probably even Paul's comments about why sisters should cover their heads on account of the angels. It's definitely true of the story of Lintina too. (Notice, btw, how she's been having several children of her own who have grown up [and survived?!?!] during these last 26 years, but with no distracting talk of a husband.)
I was 14 years old when he set out on his deadly mission. Twenty-six years later, only Mother and I were left.
...and her own kids were also left, she forgets to mention. This girl, in a country that accepts demons as more natural than supernatural -- and beginning at an age when demons might have been most apt to strike HER, completely dissociates herself from fear of this demon from age 14 through 40. ("When I wanted to flee, Mother cried again. So for her sake I stayed and endured my first shivering encounter with this killer. I was 40 years old.") When her mother finally dies (at least age 58 based on number of kids) she now admits/begins her own struggles with this demon and finally frees herself at age 58.
First the demon troubled me only when I was going to sleep. As I was about to doze off, the voice would awaken me, talking about burial places and death. Losing sleep made me feel weak, although I continued caring for my children. Later the demon stepped up his attacks. Several times I felt as if he were strangling me. Though I tried to run away, I could not because a heavy weight seemed to press on my body. I wanted to scream but could not produce a sound.
How many of those vicious murders in the family (starting when she was 14) were from strangling and suffocation at night, I wonder? How long before such a string of suspicious murders would bring the attention of law enforcement in other countries?
Upon recuperating after each attack, I resumed farming, growing cassava and sugarcane and selling them at the market in a small coastal town. It became easier to make a living, but my worst sufferings were ahead.
Don't miss the financial subplot. It appears several times. (Her mother's hard work, her own hard work, her need to care for her own children, the $8,000 in payments to the witch doctors, and of course the "piece de resistance"...
My son in the Netherlands did not believe the stories he had heard about me and boarded a plane for Suriname to see for himself. He was so happy to see me healthy that he bought a fine house for me in the capital, where I now live. What a change I have experienced—from a penniless slave of demons to a well-cared-for servant of Jehovah!
I think it's just another ironic case of appreciating how well Jehovah is caring for her because an unbelieving relative is footing the bill. This was the same son, obviously, about whom she had written:
One of my sons, who lives in the Netherlands, sent me money to continue the search for help. So I went to a medical doctor in the capital.
So the son who moved to the Netherlands realizes that there are sometimes "chemical" reasons people act crazy. (Hard to miss this fact in Amsterdam.) So he tries to get her to see a medical doctor rather than witch doctors.
But then I did something I had never done before. I called: "Jehovah! Jehovah!" That is all I knew to say. And the demon left!
Oh, yes! I almost forgot about the old JW incantation for do-it-yourself exorcisms.
Slowly my strength came back. When my son returned, I told him to wait outside. I dressed and tucked a blouse into my skirt to show that the swelling was almost gone. Then I walked outside. From the moment I could walk a bit...
Why no sudden, complete cures as with Jesus' exorcisms? And how scientific is this proof of reduced swelling? Was it the same size skirt, same size blouse by which she measured the swelling before. What are her eating habits now? Does she have massive fibroid cysts? Could she have miscarried at age 40?
When I reached my hut and opened the door, someone yelled: "Pingos!" (Wild hogs!) A herd was crossing the island and jumping into the river to swim across.
Sounds suspiciously like the ending to another demon story in the Gospels. Pigs in a river...I say: HOGWASH!
Eleven years after my baptism, I have even more reason to be grateful. Moved by the many blessings I received, three of my children and one son-in-law also became interested in Bible truth and eventually dedicated their lives to Jehovah God.
So she's happily rearranged her superstions and even brought a couple of her own kids into her new superstitions. Fortunately, that old demon who was once out to get every relative, even the kids, doesn't care about her or her kids any more after that time she said "Jehovah, Jehovah."
There's an eerie irony in the fact that this demon spent 26 years killing everyone in her family except for her and her kids. Another 17 years attacking just her. But once she became a JW, the demon didn't care any more about her or her kids. It's as if the demon said... OK, I would've killed all of them, but at least I got them into theocratic hell (aka "spiritual paradise") for the rest of their lives...I guess my work is done here.
Gamaliel