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Michael Crichton – Travels [his autobiography] 

It sounded bad, serious, an entity attached to me. "What is an entity, anyway?"
"'Well, it could be a discarnate soul, a tramp soul." 
"A tramp soul."
"something you picked up earlier in your life, maybe at a time when you were sick, or if you drank or took a lot of drugs at some time in your life. When you're weak, these things can latch on to your field and go for a ride. And they can stay with you for years. Or it may be a thought form that you have created, I really don't know. But it's there'"
I understood clearly now.  "You're saying I'm possessed'"
"Well. Only in a manner of speaking."
That did it. I went crazy.  "What manner of speaking?" I was very upset. "You're saying I have a demon or something inside me! You're saying I need an exorcist!"
"Is that so bad?" Gary said calmly.
"Yes!" I shouted. "Yes! It's terrible! What am I supposed to do about it?"
"['m not sure," Gary said' "I'll have to ask some people"'
"Ask them what?"
"I know some people who have experience in these things."
"People who have been to an exorcism?"
"One, yes. Let's talk more tomorrow."
"What are you telling me? Gary, listen, I have a job,  I have to write, I have to be calm, you can't just go around telling people they have entities attached to them and let's talk tomorrow!" I was shouting now, really shouting.
"Look," he said firmly. "I don't like this, either. We'll talk tomorrow. But I'm pretty sure you have an entity around you. Just don't worry about it. It's not the end of the world."
It's not the end of the world.
I was very angry. I was distracted. Who wouldn't be, to hear he had an entity bothering him? The next day I was still distracted. I couldn't write. I was angry and upset. I called Gary.
"How do you feel?" he said.
"How do you think I feel?" I said. "Terrible."
“Okay," he said. "Come over at five o'clock, and we'll have a session."
“AIright," I said.
“Listen," he said. "I've asked somebody else to be there.  A psychologist, if that's all right."
“Okay."
“You're sure it's all right? She won't come unless it's all right with you."
"It's flne," I said.

At five I went to Gary's apartment. It was completely transformed. The drapes were drawn. There were lighted candles everywhere. On the couch was a row of pictures of holy people, from Jesus Christ to Muktananda. There were crystals scattered around on all the tables. In the center of the room, the massage table was covered in a white cloth.
“Uh-oh”, I thought. “He's really going to do it. He's going to do an exorcism”.
I was introduced to a small, pretty woman with short hair named Beth. She was very calm, but there was still an underlying tension in the room. Gary seemed tense.
I was tense, too. I complained about how Gary had left me hanging with this idea of an entity, and how ridiculous I thought it all was, an entity. I mean, really, an entity.
They listened, and then Beth said in her calm way, “Well what if it's true?"
It threw me: she was agreeing with him.
"Do you think I have an entity?',
"I sense something around you," she said.
"Okay," I said. That did it.
"When you're ready, why don't you lie down on the table," Gary said.
I lay down on the table.