Some future lives might be saved by the Spanish given name of ‘Perfecto’ [‘Pear-phek-toe’]. However, before the telling of this strange supposedly true Halloween story, there should be discussion on how demonic possession evolves?
Can we as parents unknowingly tempt these evils?
I can offer only one possible unaware held embracement that might cause such… It is a culture’s propensity to adorn children with significant religious names which that no human can equal.
Might this be a practice of sacrilege? Could such possession be heaven sanctioned, with the ‘loosing’ of the Devil’s spawn to teach our mortal souls a lesson in humility? It might be that these questions rate valid.
Be wary of newborn offspring names such as Jesus [Hey-Seuss], and the Jewish name of Yahweh [Yaw-way]. And as for this eerie New Mexico tale of the sixties, ‘Perfecto’ too, might be added to the list.
To exalt a child above the reach of Mankind might be a realm of which we want no part:
This frightfully true story involved two cousins who both happened to have the same given name of ‘Perfecto.’ Supposedly, ever since they met at the age of five, neither could stand being around other. If now remembered, everyone was glad of fact that these two had lived far apart and had only seen each other at traditional family gatherings. Despite this fact, the older these combatants became the more intense the hatred had shown.
Accordingly, when they reached eight years old it seemed as if the rivalry had all the signs that one cousin could have killed the other. Somebody had to do something, as one of the two Perfecto’s violent nature began to escalate!
Today however, some say that ever since birth, destiny itself had long ago this resolved?
Before I go on with this telling there is something that everyone must be made to stand aware. In our universe above, it was immediately past the Day of the Great Heavenly War that cast in defeat was the Devil and his minions to the bowels of the earth. It is this author’s surmise in which, these demons having spent ions of time on this world, have each “been there, and done that.”
The following happened in a rural agriculture building where gathered my family for a huge extended reunion Halloween party. It was not charged happenstance that a brazen assault occurred and blood had spilled!
There were screams heard in the back of the building; followed by a woman shouting for someone to call an ambulance. Tragedy had struck unseen as one of the ‘Two Perfectos’ sustained head trauma and slash / stab wounds to his neck and face. He was unconscious and bleeding profusely. Ironically, if not viewed as rather suspicious, the person who found the boy was actually the mother of the person who the crowd suspected as the perpetrator; the now missing of the ‘Two Perfectos.’ Yet, having claimed to be a nurse the woman had expertly applied pressure to the child’s wounds, while keeping a steady count of his pulse with her remaining hand. It wouldn’t be long before…
It was at that moment when a newly arrived woman screamed horrifyingly and fainted immediately afterward! Having crumpled into the arms of the nearby, they tended to her needs.
She had instantly recognized relevance to the plastic vampire Halloween mask, slash cut and bloodied; it lay eerily on the floor. The disguise belonged to her son, Perfecto! However, his person was slowly draining away by the tick of the clock…
Meanwhile, the nurse kept constant hold of Perfecto’s pulse count while others readied him for a transfer to the ambulance.
The rescue squad’s siren could now be heard in the distance.
However, it was from the experienced scope of distance that the eldest and most wise Matriarch of this familial clan took hold of the situation. Immediately, she motioned a brother over, and while still in gaze of a shocked crowd, – some tethered to their children, she leaned to whisper something into a sibling’s ear…
Now standing on a table, in shout he called out for the nurse to turn and show herself… … The nurse stood by child…
There now came about a commanding order unmistakably nuanced of coming dire consequence if not heeded. The Matriarch’s brother had directed this nurse to immediately release the pulse hand of eight year old Perfecto and to immediately come stand before her.
Reluctantly, the nurse had abided our not forgotten Matriarch.
“Where is your son, Perfecto?”
Without letting her answer the Matriarch then shouted aloud, “You – are your mother’s son!”
Upon hearing this, smoke began to rise within the nurse’s confined space and heard was the letting out an ungodly roar that seemed to say “I am seeking perfection.” At that instant, appearing from out of the dissipating smoke stood the other Perfecto!
Upon being exposed this Perfecto bolted for the opened door and disappeared in the adjacent tree line; some followed but stopped. Only five seconds had elapsed when a ball of fire shot out into the night sky’s air and disappeared over the next hill.
It is still unto this day that family pictures held by some relatives show an unidentifiable male child. That is, other than by name that the child himself had once felt possessed to claim.
No picture exists of his mother, who by the way, some claim to have met.
Perfecto, now fifty, remembers family gatherings with a kid that always wanted to fight, even vilely hissing at him with clenched teeth. This was a look that he remembers well, a sort of sidelong snarl with a “you don’t know what you are messing with” agenda.
However, Perfecto does feel that his ability to perceive things, translated as a means of subconscious enabled fighting. The real Perfecto’s mind exposed the demon imposter’s anger, which eventually gave the false identity away. Otherwise, Perfecto truly believes that there would’ve been a smooth takeover of his identity.