God's mercy
What an attack it was, the attack that happened yesterday. This morning, it soon resumed, before I had my coffee. That's pretty freaking early. I tried an approach which helped. Demons are messengers; angel means 'messenger.' If the angel is good, it only reports the truth, and then it goes away. If the angel is bad, it stays and stays and stays, feeding you half-truths and lies. My approach: tell on the messenger. The demon would speak it's message, and I would relay it to Mary. I have a Marian shrine with magnets on my fridge. So I would 'speak' to the fridge. Any word from the demon was reported straight to Mary no matter how sick it was. Get that venom out! Don't hold that poison inside. No matter how evil the message, I transferred the burden to her. It works. I told on the demon, and Mary heard it all. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Undeterred, they continued while I attended the Mass. It's cheap - you try to stay open to receive the grace of God ...