This post is solely to create awareness to people who doesn't know where to go to get help. I have no other intention other than letting you know that there are some people who had similar issues as you but are now healed and to tell you that there are people who know that you're not crazy but battling unseen beings.
I am a self-confident, emancipated woman, I would say, but these events have really worn me down piece by piece. I ran from one doctor to the next with my complaints, among other things to the ear, nose, and throat doctor. I did not go only to the psychiatrist, for fear of being considered crazy. So the genies could continue to operate me and fiddle with my energy system.
I don't know when I became aware that I was not alone. It must have been just before I moved out of my apartment; that is where the first assault happened. In the process, an entity entered my body, and the whole thing felt to me like I was in some kind of gelatinous mass. I cried because, even if I didn't know what was going on, it was clear to me that something bad had just happened. I paced up and down my apartment, not knowing what to do. Eventually, though, I managed to somehow block out the incident. After that, it got worse and later worse. I started to hear voices—the being was trying to communicate with me.
In the beginning, I went for it out of fear and also posted it in some forums. However, no one was able to give me an answer that would have helped me further. Someone advised me to bathe with salt water, which I did. Unfortunately, I didn't manage to get a kilo of salt but left it at maybe 100 grams, so of course, it didn't help at all. I tried to cling to normal life and be as normal as I could. Often, with the thought that most people think I'm a bit superstitious anyway, I moved in with my then-boyfriend and hoped the entity would stay in my old apartment. At first, there were also a few days of peace before it continued.
I can't tell you today exactly what happened, but a few days after the move, I confessed the whole thing to my boyfriend. He was afraid of ghosts, but on the other hand, he did not believe in them. I understand that today. Some people have no access to this world, and that is the end of the subject for me. My boyfriend of many years at that time acted to the best of his knowledge and conscience. He was also afraid for me, and he also just tried to help me. First, I read a book by Samuel Sagan, which I found on the Internet. It was about entities, and I think the man saved my life a little bit with his information. So I looked for someone who could do a so-called clearing. I ended up with a lady who was on the other side of town. My friend drove me there and picked me up afterward.
The lady practiced Reiki, and she also talked to me first. After that, I laid down on a couch, and she practiced Reiki on me. I felt for the first time how it feels when blockages leave the body. She instructed me to imagine Anubis driving the entities attached to me into the light with his bark. I could do that quite well because I have a good spatial imagination. She also told me that Anubis was with me, which, by the way, I now consider to be a negligent statement. During the treatment, a strange white light shot out from the area where the third eye is located. We both saw it, but we didn't talk about it until after a while, because we weren't sure if the other had seen it too.
To make a long story short, it got a thousand times worse after that. I would say before that the genie tortured me, but after that, in any case. My ex took me back to our shared apartment and went back to work, as he liked to work late at night. This meant I was alone with the entities for a few hours. They used the time to abuse and torment me. That night I also came into contact for the first time with what is probably called the "world of the dead." I then also began to see these worlds. In the beginning, I saw almost nothing at all except light and dark and movements, and I also had not the slightest clue what it was that I saw there. Sometime before, I had visions of horrible beings, but in this world, I only saw silhouettes and shapes.
Soon, I began to see the forms also in the matter, that is, in our world. Some even waved when they realized that I was seeing them. I had my birthday in November, and my family, including my sister, had been there. I had not told them anything about what was happening to me, and I was terribly afraid that I would not see my family again.
At such a time, a person is already completely out of it. You have to understand that before the genies start to make themselves felt, they already make sure that you are completely finished. As soon as you hear them, they make sure that you don't sleep, eat, or drink enough. This means that you are not only under constant attack from the constant talking, but you can also neither switch off nor rest, and at some point, you also develop a lack of fluids. I have sometimes not slept, eaten, or drunk for days. The genies would sometimes not allow me to wash. It was relatively clear to me quickly that the genies were also constantly watching me, and that this created paranoia in people. Everybody should form their own opinion. I started relatively quickly to ask questions. I asked the beings what they wanted from me, whereupon they tried to persuade me that I was bad and that I was being punished.
I also put on the shoe because I certainly tend to let myself be talked into such things. They told me they were angels, and I asked for their names. Metatron. I had neither a clue about angels nor about esotericism, so I asked the then-equivalent of Google for advice. Of course, I found out who the angel Metatron was, and I was kind of shocked. Michael, I could have imagined, but such a fancy name made me doubt the being. Therefore, it let me touch its wings and hair. I told him I didn't know what it was throwing at me or pushing into my hand, but wings aren't, and no angel would behave like that. Therefore, the angel topic was quickly done with me.
As I already said, they called them the others. If that was one floor above, they called themselves the others. One had to learn to keep the beings out there apart. The so-called angels tried to tell me that we would ascend into another dimension. Of course, I understood nothing. I had once talked to someone years ago who had also told me such crap, and I took it just as seriously now. I just wanted to have my peace and not have any invisible beings talking to me. Their stories became boring to me, and I noticed quickly that they lied to me.
They tried to confuse me by exchanging my prison guards again and again, and sometimes this one and sometimes that one talked to me. I quickly realized that they were doing this because they wanted to make me realize how insignificant I was. Therefore, I didn't mind this treatment much. I then became insulting relatively quickly, and eventually, I began to really berate the genies. There were some among them that I didn't like at all, and some that made me particularly aggressive. So I soon spent most of my time arguing with the genie. Some of them didn't get into arguments, and some really got into it with me.
That's why they would really pick on me. Then came those with whom you can't play these games, and the fun was over very quickly. They didn't even want to put me in the loony bin. I even let them take me to the loony bin for a day (my ex). Before that, I went to the doctor and told him all about it. My family doctor was practically a member of my ex-boyfriend's mother-in-law's family, and he immediately called a psychiatrist friend of his, where I went directly afterward, and she sent me away again with a few medications. That was just swept under the table. After that, my ex took me to my parents, where my mother took away my pills and gave me Valium instead. The genie then persuaded me to spit the pill behind the bed, and so all that had no effect.
That must have been at Christmas time, and the Genie had convinced me in the meantime that they were the three evil Christmas spirits who were punishing me. So there I was, already really crazy. My ex had probably not been able to stand living with me in an apartment, which I can also understand. He sometimes sweated so much at night and clung to me that I was soaking wet in the morning and hadn't slept a wink. I can understand why he preferred to assume I was sick. By that time, I was really sick too. I had lost 10 kilograms in one month. The genie just uses attrition tactics on people to break their minds. I will go into more detail about that later.
So, Christmas at our house was saved. I had snow on the neighbors in my own apartment and was probably better off in the countryside with my parents.
That was a crazy Christmas. I finally told my parents that I perceive certain things. My mother then told my father. To make a long story short, my mother admitted the existence of ghosts, and in the end, it was just a burnout. I had too much stress at work and was then called in sick. None of my work colleagues at the time could doubt that I was really sick, and no one understood what was going on with me.
I had been in the mental hospital for a day, and my family picked me up the next day. What I can also understand My sister told me to shut up my mouth and come before they put me in the locked ward, and there I will stay. My mother said it was dirty in the hospital. So they drove me home.
I sat there again in my apartment. In the meantime, we had five rabbits, which jumped around everywhere in the apartment. They even sat on the shelves. The rabbits were everywhere, and nobody did anything. My parents had locked them in the cage, and I let them go. Please do not think about it now; it would have been dirty. I still have to clean, and they lived like little kings and queens. The doctor never said anything about me buying one rabbit after the other. Don't worry, the rabbits were fine. They just ate the wallpaper off the walls in our living room for years, and they all grew quite old—our little private zoo. Since then, I don't keep pets anymore.
I just want to show you how fast you can go crazy. The whole spectacle started in October, and I'm talking about January here. That means within three months I was a different person, so to speak. literally mad as a hatter.
My second exorcism was performed by Thesorceryman, and I had to bathe with herbs every morning. Through that, I had a burning sensation in my body and was sick to my bones. Sometimes I vomit when I smell the herbs, I would say that I prefer this kind of exorcism because I have the feeling that God is starting to hear me again and that I can help myself, and I got better gradually. I have to say that this is a form of exorcism that can only be done if the person is still able to make decisions for themselves or with the help of their relatives and guardians, as the person will witness extreme resistance from the genies immediately they perceive a threat to them for the fact that exorcism was determined to be done.
Through my first exorcism, I was made blind to the spiritual world, as I wanted. I did not want to see all of the horrors of the unseen world, as that was really disturbing for me. So I'm totally blind and deaf to the unseen world like a normal person should be. I became free from all trauma and torment that I endured for years and live happily.
Why do I now prefer to have the Genie around me?
I do not prefer to have the Genie around me, but they were able to come back to me because I used some spells that I do not want to talk about now. Then, my priest did divination and found out that I had two sets of genies around me. He asked if I want to exorcise all of them or only the evil ones. He explained the pros and cons of keeping the good ones and what can be done to keep them tamed and never attempt to harm me again. I let them stay because I have no other chance to be safe anymore and because I was 15 years old when I met the evil Genie. I'm simply used to the Genie, and if they are not around me, I'm not myself. They are my eyes and ears now, as they can make me see through their eyes what I cannot see anymore. With that, I only see what I have to see and do not need to see the genie's world and other metaphysical objects 24/7 like before. They are like an extended part of my body.
How to know if a genie is good or bad?.
You cannot know it, as genies are born liars, and they hate humans. Mine are peaceful, as they are forced to be peaceful. I would not have them if I preferred otherwise. Genie are living beings; they want to be like family. So they do a lot of work for me. I did not say that I did not like my genie; I like them a lot because the spell that I used to make them nice to me forced me to like them, and vice versa. So, I hope every day that God forgives me and that I said yes to that, to ensure my safety.
So, would I recommend people out there make the same decision as me? No, as it is a disturbing experience, and to have a pact with the genie is in the sense of no religion and is widely known as a sin to God. It doesn't matter if you are a Muslim or Christian believer. It doesn't matter if the genie is religious or not. The Genies are demons in most religions, and this is nothing that you should do lightly as it is a lifelong bond. To be taught and initiated by the genie means a lot of suffering, as they teach you to suffer the problem now and give you the solution to the problem later. This is how I learn spells. This is simply how genies are. So, if you do not want to be cursed and want to remove your own curse, If you do not want to know about separation spells, the terror that you cannot even imagine now in your wildest dreams, pain, fear of death, and worse, leave it be. If you do not believe what I say, ask thesorceryman, He can attest to everything I write here, as He was with me through that ordeal.
This was written by Sandra Bruckmann
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