What would happen if a mentally retarded person was possessed by a demonic entity?  Would he/she still be comprised of a childlike mind, or gain a higher level of IQ?

According to a number of stories regarding supernatural phenomena, humans will gain a partial amount of unholy powers (i.e. levitation and vomiting split pea soup at long distances), so why not mental states?  What would be the point of “supernatural” if it can’t even touch our minds?

And what of the “retarted” folks who label others as “retarted” while not realizing how “retarted” they actually are?  Would they gain the opportunity to exist with better spelling and grammar, when mimicking dead family members and being asked for proof would require such skills?

Or does possession have limitations, thus discriminates to maintain a certain atmosphere of fear?  It’s hard to imagine a vessel of unclean spirits that stutters, has a physical defect with a hint of comedic motion from perhaps a dilapidated forearm, or is visually impaired, resulting in various occasions of misjudging ceiling distances.

If there are, I should consider myself fortunate since it’s my free ticket out of demonic control.  Unless of course the spiritual dimension has somehow perfected a way of materializing while also projecting streams of the chemical composition known as titanium dioxide into the physical world, one I assume is the main ingredient in Gas-X because it sounds sophisticated.

When you have to sit on your posterior for more than half a day, it inevitably creates an environment of rectal blockage where the pressure of flatulence will eventually give out.  Make no mistake that even a short moment of levitation may cause a detonation of immeasurable consequences.  The question is whether they compromise said atmosphere.

To determine this, we must take a more scientific approach and consider the following:

  1. Does the noise intensity of an odourless flatus outweigh the unpleasant aroma of its silent counterpart?
  2. Depending on the timeframe of which the flatus is marinated in fumes surrounding the pockets of space between intestinal walls and portion of excrement itself, how does the act of exorcism in junction with a nasally tone of voice affect the overall theatrics of unholy intimidation?
  3. During an uncontrollable symphony of orchestral flatulence, does the performance in its various wavelengths create a potential scenario for unintended humour?
  4. Within the freezing temperatures of a diabolical environment, would the warmth of flatulence contribute to it, or instil a nostalgic memory of a gentle summer breeze?

With a little logic and imagination, the aforementioned questions suggest there is in fact evidence that the art of cutting cheese is detrimental to the cause and effect of demonic possession.  Therefore, the degree in which our minds can be influenced is quite substantial.  Not only does it affect our choices in life and their outcomes, but also perceptions and how others can (not) manipulate us.  If only a chemical composition can manipulate past the point of supernatural influence, is it not reasonable to assume that others may affect the human consciousness?

One of the most dangerous side effects of mainstream medications is chemical imbalances.  Depending on the severity, they can become a prominent cause for increasing suicide rates due to a deception towards rationality from delusional judgment.  If even minor imbalances can alter the course of our lives so drastically, does that mean our existence is defined by mere chemicals?  Do they define our personalities, thoughts, judgments, and consciousness as a whole?

If this is the case, then what really makes us, us?  If chemical imbalances can cause suicide, it’s not false to conclude the act of murder as one of the same result.  It means our freedom of choice is at stake, and what’s the point if we don’t have ownership over our own consciousness?  What’s the point of existence if happiness and sorrow exist in vain?

While limitations are a significant factor of what defines humanity, we still must not deter away from the fact that the human body, including the brain, is nothing more than an external constituent of our individual selves.  Limitations only define what we are, but our passion, desire, and endless need to strive for more; these are the foundations that define who we are because there’s always more.

As we journey towards a potential roadblock that are the questions we ask to determine our validity, it becomes imperative to take a step back and choose not to allow such threats develop their beginnings.  This is where our aspiration for more comes into play.  Like the hindrance of possession through means of flatulence, we must continue to look for ways to let light prevail among darkness, even if we’re forced to undertake realms in which the brightest star in our solar system don’t shine…

Flatulence has given us the upper hand in exposing the weaknesses of demonic control, allowing us to examine the depths of neurological manipulation.  It has made us reflect upon the limitations of the human experience, question our fragility, and in the end, conclude we’re meant for more.  If something as fundamental as toilet humour can become an opportunity to venture far beyond the reaches of the universe, who’s to say our consciousness exists in vain?  Who’s to say that having our minds in the gutter doesn’t pertain to the very core of our existence?