Rev. Pat Robertson is back with a glimpse into the mind of religiously unhinged. In this video, Robertson talks matter-of-factly how demons can latch on to garments. Before putting on that Satanic Sweater or Demonic Dress, a fabric exorcism might be necessary.
Robertson was asked the following question:
“I buy a lot of clothes and other items at Goodwill and other secondhand shops. Recently my mom told me that I need to pray over the items, bind familiar spirits, and bless the items before I bring them into the house. Is my mother correct? Can demons attach themselves to material items? – CARRIE”
Robertson responds by relating a story of how a witch successfully put a spell on a ring that obsessed a little girl. (He may be confusing the story with watching the Hobbit series and a certain Gollum and “his precious”). He then adds that while the clothes are probably not cursed, it could not hurt to be cautions: “Well? “The answer is yes, but I don’t think every sweater you get from Goodwill has demons in it,” says Robertson. So good—just some of the sweaters. He continues: “In a sense your mother is just being super cautious, so hey—it isn’t gonna hurt you any to rebuke any spirits that might attach themselves to those clothes.”
So, you can simply run the risk of demons in those denims or try some precautionary counter prayers before putting on those Gap jeans. As Robertson advised, it is your choice.
25 thoughts on “The Devil Wears Prada: Pat Robertson Warns About Demons In Garments”
Does the Pope not also wear Prada? Hmmmmm………
carries mother is also teaching her daughter to worship false idols, and this same clown pat, is selling unholy things for people to use to pray to chase the demons out of the only things they can afford. is something wrong with the president? the one who thinks I am a nut case!
for those who asked: I am fine…
Beware the used cross.
And how the hell does one get a job exorcisng panty drawers? — don’t answer, I don’t want to know.
My younger brother’s girlfriend was a sex fiend, and so . . . I asked if she had a sister. Why, yes, her older sister had just arrived in town after being kicked out of Oral Roberts University. Too easy, I thought.
Indeed, older sister suggested that our first date be dinner at her apartment. The meal started pleasantly enough, but it soon became apparent that she was way crazier than any religious zealot at ORU, yet I was still a bit taken aback by her statement that the exorcism of the panty drawer of her dresser had been unsuccessful.
Oh, how so I asked. Well, the demon which resided among what I could only imagine were her granny panties kept trying to possess her while she slept. She then described what seemed to be the symptoms of a common sleep disorder.
I politely but quickly said my good byes without even a handshake and left vowing never to return.
But I was back at her apartment the next day. I had picked up some literature from the sleep clinic at the local medical center.
God help me, what a mistake that was . . . .
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