Psychic attacks can have a tremendous impact on all aspects of our lives, a psychic attack can undermined our relationships by ripping and tearing apart the very foundation in which we have built our lives upon. I was contacted in March of this year by a young man whose life was gravely impacted and torn apart by a vicious psychic attack.
This young man's ordeal started when he approached a psychic that set up shop at a local fair in his hometown, he had never had a psychic reading before and in fact he had often scoffed at the idea of a psychic reading, he probably would've been better off had he never approached this gypsy for a reading. During the reading the lady became insulted and incensed by something he said. I'm not certain what it was that he said, but whatever it was I am sure that he wishes now that he could have taken it back a thousand times over.
During the months that followed the reading with the gypsy, this young man was brutally attacked mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally, long time friends turned their backs on him, his sister attacked him with a knife, and his parents turned their backs on him cutting him off from any and all family support, his fiancee broke up with him, and he was a law student with a promising future who was accused of a felony, convicted his bright future turned dim, and during his three-month stay in the county jail he was repeatedly attacked and sodomized by other inmates, during this time at night when he would try to sleep the gypsy would appear in his dreams demanding an apology, and although he would yell out his apology the attacks only continued to get more and more brutal.
He was convicted of a felony and placed on seven years probation, he was released fr...
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...nality, so does your God and my Goddess, and just as you and I have a positive side to our personality, we also have a negative, and so does your God and my Goddess, and as spiritual beings we have to accept responsibility for the names of our Gods that we invoke, for if we call upon a destructive aspect of our God we will be lavished with what ever negative karma that comes as a result, as a witch I often invoke various aspects of both the God and Goddess, and I do so with great care, and with even greater respect, for when we call upon one of the many aspects of our God we are calling out, reaching out to something that is greater than the power within ourselves and we must do so with caution, for although we may be at one with our Gods and the universe we are nothing more than a blade of grass, a grain of sand, or a speckle of dirt blowing across the winds of time.
sentenced to spend the rest of his life in prison. The case against him was largely
unjustly put into jail. He accepts going to jail even though he was put in jail
I had been in the village for all but a week when I realized there was something... wrong. There seemed to be an underlying atmosphere of fear and animosity. Of course, with my wide-eyed, innocent thinking at the time, I assumed the presence of Satan had damaged the townspeople 's trust of one another. Again, I blissfully accepted this, and I was wrong.
refused to take him because he was convicted of a felony, even though he was wrongfully
At the old age of 90 years old, being on my death bed, I have a story that needs to be addressed desperately before I pass. My story took place almost 80 years ago in 1935, when I was 15 years old in the woods behind my house, only a year after my sister was brutally killed. I will leave my writings on my bedside, as for when I pass someone is bound to read it. Being believed isn’t my concern, only that my story is known by someone, anyone, and that I can get some type of release before I pass.
The burn victim presented in this scene could be easily identified as a man with a Dissociative Disorder, however, this is not the case. Dissociative disorders are classified as an absence in memory, such as who someone is, or what one’s life used to be. An individual, could also develop multiple personalities for a traumatic event to relieve the stress the they could not handle. Nonetheless, the burn victim could temporarily not remember who he was, but it was only for a short amount of time. The man spoke in Hungarian, in which he spoke about the “devil” who had caused the exspolsion. He was merely dazed in the fact that he had no idea where he was and continued to talk about the man who had caused him harm. Moreover, research ...
sentenced to 63 years in prison. Once again, his term was reduced, and he moved
Once the accusations began, many innocent people in the community were taken away. They were then either forced to admit that they were witches, to free themselves from a public hanging, or deny that they were witches, saving their integrity, but subjecting themselves to an unjust public hanging.
then convicted under the Stolen Valor Act and sentenced to a fine. In the appeals
On the 11th of June, 1982 following the conviction of a criminal offense, Robert Johnson was sentenced to two years probation. The terms of his probation included his person, posessions, and residence being searched upon reasonable request. When a search warrant was executed for Johnson’s roommate, officers testified that with enough reasonable suspicion, they were able to search Johnson’s living area as well.
and theft, but not guilty of aiding the enemy. In August 2013, he was sentenced to 35 years in
the past 27 years, however was sentenced to prison with no bail because he was transferring documents
For twelve years I’ve tried to hide my pain and fear from you. I’ve been trying to ignore the horror stories, unknowingly blinding myself from the stories of hope. I’m not as bitter as this story may lead you to think. In fact, I am an adamant believer in the statement (overheard three years ago in the Coffee House): “God has never taken anything away from me that he hasn’t replaced with something better.”
At last I arrived, unmolested except for the rain, at the hefty decaying doors of the church. I pushed the door and it obediently opened, then I slid inside closing it surreptitiously behind me. No point in alerting others to my presence. As I turned my shoulder, my gaze was held by the magnificence of the architecture. It never fails to move me. My eyes begin by looking at the ceiling, and then they roam from side to side and finally along the walls drinking in the beauty of the stained glass windows which glowed in the candle light, finally coming to rest on the altar. I slipped into the nearest pew with the intention of saying a few prayers when I noticed him. His eyes were fixated upon me. I stared at the floor, but it was too late, because I was already aware that he wasn’t one of the priests, his clothes were all wrong and his face! It seemed lifeless. I felt so heavy. My eyes didn’t want to obey me. Neither did my legs. Too late I realised the danger! Mesmerised, I fell asleep.
...was revoked in 1991, says he assisted in over 100 suicides. He was arrested numerous times, but wasn't convicted until 1998, because he never pushed the button, and served eight years in prison for second-degree homicide