The “Life After Sludge Demonic Possession” posts I have, both on this blog and on Medium, are a multitude in education for people who are not familiar with the nature of evil djinn (Shayateen) and what they can do to a person in a lifetime. This is sort of like a public survivor documentary for me and for those who wish to understand where my Spartanite Strength originates from.
As a survivor of 4 djinn sent to kill me by select evil relatives ( specifically my aunt — my Dad’s deceased older brother’s witch of a wife who has been evil, done evil for so many people and will die a marked evil sociopathic woman) on my estranged Father’s side, the same way my Father sadly passed away, breaking free from this prison — has been a never ending nightmare but it is with great joy and pride, that I now serve others from this horrific abuse and pain. Some of my cousins come and read this blog and don’t know what happened. For those of you confused of what happened, now you know. My Father was murdered by her, and I barely survived. I know they keep telling you “we don’t know, she talks rubbish”. Now you know. I am psychically gifted and can hear ALL of your conversations. NOTHING escapes me.
“In the name of God, the most gracious, the most merciful”
I heard the man chant loudly in Arabic. I was lying on a soft warm makeshift bed with my body and my hair all covered and telling myself “you’re going to be okay! Don’t worry!”. I faintly heard my spirit guide Belvia say it. At first, it felt like I was imagining things but I soon realised the voice didn’t sound like me and it strangely felt reassuring. I took a deep breath and knew I was going to be fine. I was a little nervous but kept breathing deeply and steadied myself.
The next part is everything I remember very clearly as all the djinn spoke THROUGH me. Exorcisms doesn’t mean people jump off a bed and raise and hover above it. Most of what you’re shown is DISINFORMATION to be afraid of the Spirit world. DO NOT BE.
“Nadia, I am going to recite this loudly over you. Stay absolutely still and wherever the djinn are, your body will begin moving. Do you understand?”
5 minutes later, I felt my left leg began violently shaking. I kept breathing calm and I heard the man recite more. I felt my leg shake a bit more and then nothing. I had felt a HUGE weight release from my left foot and it felt light, clean and airy. My heart was pounding as I realised my psychic suspicions on having djinn on me through black magick were correct. I kept breathing deeply and the session went on. I felt something in my stomach area, stir.
I felt a SHARP pang of pain, something that still (years on) eludes me for words.
“Are you leaving?”
(The next bits in capitals are the exorcist asking the djinn what is going on etc)
Djinn No 2 (No 1 just disappeared minus any comments) : “I don’t want to. I have been sent to kill her”
“Her relatives. They need her dead. Her evil aunt needs to see her dead.”
“Astagfirullah (I seek forgiveness from God) — WHY IS THIS SO? WHAT HAS THIS YOUNG LADY DONE TO YOU THAT YOU HAVE HURT HER?”
“She has done nothing. But she needs to die the same way her father died. They have my family hostage, please don’t hurt me. But I have to kill her..”
“DO YOU WANT ME TO BURN YOU?” (by this, he means reciting more holy verses in Arabic)
“No please! Anything but that. No, no. Okay, I will leave. But, can we not just agree on something?”
“NO.” *sprays my face with water and I was so uncomfortable*
By this point, I felt a violent pang of pain from my upper abdomen through my naval and my stomach was lighter immediately. The chanting kept going on as my head was hurting so badly, I felt sick and feverish. I could hear strange laughter inside my own head. I knew more were still there. I faintly remember my mother sitting on the left to me being calm and steady and I remember the window behind me.
“HAVE ALL OF YOU LEFT?”
“NO? HOW MANY MORE OF YOU ARE THERE?”
“Just the one, me”
“LIES! I KNOW THERE ARE TWO OF YOU. OKAY START TALKING BEFORE I RECITE AND BURN YOU AGAIN? WHEN DID YOU SHOW UP IN HER LIFE?”
“We came at different stages of her life. The most recent one of us, was 7 months back. I was the last one sent to kill her quickly. They need her dead. They need her brain to blast open the way her father died. They hate her. We have to kill her otherwise our families will be killed. We are not leaving.! Her aunt paid multiple sorcerers to seal the fate of her death. She murdered her father in the most violent and brutal of ways. Her mother survived dying twice. Nadia needs to die today.”
“WE HAVE HAD THIS CONVERSATION BEFORE? WHAT HAS SHE DONE TO YOU?”
“Nothing. But we are not leaving.”
“SO SHE HAS DONE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO YOU BUT YET YOU ARE INTENT TO KILL HER?”
“We have been commanded by the Sahir who was paid a heavy sum for her death.”
“WHICH SAHIR IS THIS?” (Sahir is sorcerer/magician in Arabic)
The one her aunt’s mother who is now dead, and that family went to, to have her father destroyed and have her parent’s marriage end in Divorce. They need her dead immediately. They have tried to kill her mother as well. Stop spraying us! We are burning! OW!
I felt washes of stone cold water sprayed on my face, I was doing everything to get away from it. I could feel them move inside my head and I was in an immense amount of pain. This isn’t worldly pain and something I can even describe. I felt one of them leave from the left side of my head, and a pocket of air released. I felt better. But no sooner had I felt that, I felt like I wanted to bite and slap the exorcist. I simply kept calm & still and heard him recite again. Grabbing a small piece of cloth, he pressed it to my forehead and I heard him loudly chant again.
“No. I WILL NOT LEAVE. You cannot take me out. She will not survive. There is nothing you can do. She will die today. They have paid heavy sums of money to see Nadia dead.”
I remember myself laughing like a mental basket case, something so terrifying when I still think of it years on. The laughter wasn’t remotely human. It sounded more like evil cackling. The bits where the djinn spoke through me, my speech was warbled and messy but I still remember what they said through my psychic ability.
The pain that came next, there are no words for it.
I felt like I was dying and my brain was being ripped out of my skull. I felt tears flow out of my eyes and thought “that’s it. I am dying”. I felt a searing pain and a heat so fiery and strong, it was like taking a fresh tattoo gun and dragging it across your actual brain in broad daylight but in the slowest way possible. I screamed for what felt like minutes, my upper body lifted slightly and when I felt the searing heat reach the top most point of my head, I felt the biggest POP inside my brain, almost like a blocked sink was ripped apart and fresh water began flowing in immediately!
The last djinn, had finally been taken out of me.
I felt my upper body hit back down to the bed and pillow, with a huge thud and feeling a level of CLEAR that I don’t think I had ever felt before in my entire lifetime. I felt shaken, weird, dizzy, hungry, dissociated and LOUDLY heard my spirit guide Belvia clap. I believe she said more but I don’t remember any of that. I am fortunate and consider myself lucky that I was able to differentiate between Shayateen Spirits (the evil ones), my own great spirit guides and my own thoughts to even get myself the help I did! Today, I am able to perform strong ritualistic work to help people trapped in this way of life (millions upon millions) and give hope to people how hope was given to me.
I am excited to keep documenting how this all works as a public survivor documentary.
Thank you for reading ?