St. PJ
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There is a guy I worked with for about 8 years... great heart, but didn't have the greatest foundation growing up. He quit school in the 8th gde. He was never very bright, but always was a hard worker who was very dependable, very honest, and never said no, no matter how fubared things got, no matter how terrible of a position the company put us in. Everyone loved this guy, but he married a self centered spoiled birch who took advantage of his goodness in every way, despite everyone's warnings. He stayed with her entirely too long, but eventually divorced. Not long after, he suffered a few work related injuries and went through some rough patches, but came out of the bad spots he was in.
Around this time, I left that screwed up job where we were basically service hands on call 24/7 working 80+ hours a week to a different field of work where I've been on salary with a nice M-F home every night job for the last 8+ years. I had an opening and tried to hire him. He was interviewed and offered a job on the spot on my recommendation on a Friday after he and I had lunch together. He asked to come back Monday for paperwork and testing because he had bought lunch for his girlfriend and didn't expect things to happen so quick.
Anyways, he never showed up, and I figured maybe he had to "study for a test" because I cold called him out of the blue and he had been working in a scrap yard and basically came from "the street", though he was never one for drugs aside from maybe a little weed here or there depending on the crowd/girl he might be around. He never showed up the Monday and went ghost for the next two months. It was puzzling, because even though it had been 8 years since we had worked together, he seemed like the same guy I remembered when he showed up for the interview. I was perturbed he wouldnt return my texts or calls, and eventually pulled the offer and moved on.
Two weeks ago, while I was at a Sunday evening mass, he stopped by my house in the country and really freaked my wife out. He claimed to have been poisoned, asked for food, told her all kinds of crazy sheet, and begged for my number. I get out of church and look at the 4 texts she sent me and call him. He tells me he is in a hospital getting a tox screen done, that he wanted to apologize to me face to face, that he was going through some bad sheet, and that he needs a place to crash for the night. I'm gracious to him, but let him know that can't happen because its a school night and we don't have a guest room. He begs me to bring him to church with me next time I go, I say sure, and soon we hang up.
The following Wednesday he calls as Im leaving work and wants to meet. I ask where he is, he tells me he wants to visit his mom's grave in Mire. I say that's on my way home, I can meet him there. When he shows up, he takes me to his grandfather's grave, whom he is named after, and tells me he was an evil man and that his bloodline is cursed. He tells me his family has been trying to make him the antichrist because he is a Libre, that his ex-wife and father in law have demons in them and are demons, that a few prominent people we both know are demons and not people, that most of the cops are demons, that acadia parish sherrifs office phones were tapped and he told them and 16 sherriffs got fired and they wanted to make him sherrif, that his girlfriend told him she could see his mom's spirit when they visited her grave (which wasn't in Mire like he said), that his dad killed his mom, his step-mom, and the tried to kill the next step-mom, and all kinds of delusional crazy sheet.
I prayed some deliverance prayers over him, crossed him with holy water, gave him a rosary, holy water, a prayer book, examination of conscience book, and how to pray rosary book, and took him in front of the tabernacle to pray. As we come out of church, he notices his truck is leaking and is convinced his dad sabotaged him. Anyways, we soon part ways and Im freaked out because this guy who was a great guy that ate sheet all the time and never said no even when he damn well should have is now very delusional and all the sudden schitzo. I have no idea how to help him. Less than a week later, he calls me telling me he just found out "who he is". I asked him what he meant. He tells me he is the left hand of God, that the don't mention him in scripture, that it is his job to "carry out God's justice" and that no matter what he does, his "hands will stay clean". Having no idea how to respond to this, I tell him if he wants justice, to pray for his enemies, as prayers terrify demons and he should kill them with kindness.
Here's my question... what do I do? My buddy is clearly very sick and delusional (or like the main character in the movie Frailty), and may very well be dangerous. Yet I have no idea where he lives and whether I should call the cops or try to find him some kind of help. Last person I knew that had these kind of delusions killed himself. Im very heartbroken my friend is in this state but have no idea what to do, and have been a coward to reach out to him further because Ive not the expertise nor wisdom to lead him to a better place nor understand exactly what Im dealing with. I need suggestions.
Around this time, I left that screwed up job where we were basically service hands on call 24/7 working 80+ hours a week to a different field of work where I've been on salary with a nice M-F home every night job for the last 8+ years. I had an opening and tried to hire him. He was interviewed and offered a job on the spot on my recommendation on a Friday after he and I had lunch together. He asked to come back Monday for paperwork and testing because he had bought lunch for his girlfriend and didn't expect things to happen so quick.
Anyways, he never showed up, and I figured maybe he had to "study for a test" because I cold called him out of the blue and he had been working in a scrap yard and basically came from "the street", though he was never one for drugs aside from maybe a little weed here or there depending on the crowd/girl he might be around. He never showed up the Monday and went ghost for the next two months. It was puzzling, because even though it had been 8 years since we had worked together, he seemed like the same guy I remembered when he showed up for the interview. I was perturbed he wouldnt return my texts or calls, and eventually pulled the offer and moved on.
Two weeks ago, while I was at a Sunday evening mass, he stopped by my house in the country and really freaked my wife out. He claimed to have been poisoned, asked for food, told her all kinds of crazy sheet, and begged for my number. I get out of church and look at the 4 texts she sent me and call him. He tells me he is in a hospital getting a tox screen done, that he wanted to apologize to me face to face, that he was going through some bad sheet, and that he needs a place to crash for the night. I'm gracious to him, but let him know that can't happen because its a school night and we don't have a guest room. He begs me to bring him to church with me next time I go, I say sure, and soon we hang up.
The following Wednesday he calls as Im leaving work and wants to meet. I ask where he is, he tells me he wants to visit his mom's grave in Mire. I say that's on my way home, I can meet him there. When he shows up, he takes me to his grandfather's grave, whom he is named after, and tells me he was an evil man and that his bloodline is cursed. He tells me his family has been trying to make him the antichrist because he is a Libre, that his ex-wife and father in law have demons in them and are demons, that a few prominent people we both know are demons and not people, that most of the cops are demons, that acadia parish sherrifs office phones were tapped and he told them and 16 sherriffs got fired and they wanted to make him sherrif, that his girlfriend told him she could see his mom's spirit when they visited her grave (which wasn't in Mire like he said), that his dad killed his mom, his step-mom, and the tried to kill the next step-mom, and all kinds of delusional crazy sheet.
I prayed some deliverance prayers over him, crossed him with holy water, gave him a rosary, holy water, a prayer book, examination of conscience book, and how to pray rosary book, and took him in front of the tabernacle to pray. As we come out of church, he notices his truck is leaking and is convinced his dad sabotaged him. Anyways, we soon part ways and Im freaked out because this guy who was a great guy that ate sheet all the time and never said no even when he damn well should have is now very delusional and all the sudden schitzo. I have no idea how to help him. Less than a week later, he calls me telling me he just found out "who he is". I asked him what he meant. He tells me he is the left hand of God, that the don't mention him in scripture, that it is his job to "carry out God's justice" and that no matter what he does, his "hands will stay clean". Having no idea how to respond to this, I tell him if he wants justice, to pray for his enemies, as prayers terrify demons and he should kill them with kindness.
Here's my question... what do I do? My buddy is clearly very sick and delusional (or like the main character in the movie Frailty), and may very well be dangerous. Yet I have no idea where he lives and whether I should call the cops or try to find him some kind of help. Last person I knew that had these kind of delusions killed himself. Im very heartbroken my friend is in this state but have no idea what to do, and have been a coward to reach out to him further because Ive not the expertise nor wisdom to lead him to a better place nor understand exactly what Im dealing with. I need suggestions.
