Life After Sludge Demonic Possession — Building Confidence After Complex PTSD

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 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 relatives 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.

I was lying in my bed today, and was transported back to a time many years back, when a prospect said she would pay for something, and 2 weeks later, chickened out. I remember the impact on my already severely-traumatised brain. I fell into shock. I was at a financially desperate place and for that sale not to have come through, dented all the progress in healing I was making. Either way, after that, it was a rough set of months and I realised how badly I needed to build a strong foundation at my core, a core that I never got as a child because I was emotionally abused, neglected, and abandoned as worthless trash for most of my life.

I lay in this same bed, and dissociated and cried for 4 days straight, only peppered by taking breaks to get up and eat, use the bathroom, shower, and collapse back into a bed of broken, shattered dreams and an impossible dream — SPARTANITE — that lay in front of me, with no visible help, no way out, and nothing to support me. I slowly just used my own brainpower, and started using Belvia’s help + Google to honestly get to where I am today. I started to take action, no matter even if it felt like walking barefoot on coals. I had no family members I could call for assistance, I had no real influential friends who were strong at the core to help me through this. People looked at me with looks of pity and confusion, the very emotions One expects, when a person has not had to endure extreme trauma, isolation, and abandonment. If you come from an emotionally stable 2 parent, loving, caring etc etc household, this post is irrelevant for you. There are some horrors only being completely alone in the world, is an individual ever able to escape from. Most people who have endured what I have, are NOT alive to tell the story, never mind build a full thriving empire out of it.

After multiple loving and caring Daemonic psychic surgeries, and Aura cleansing, I soon was born into a new SPARTANITE version of me. A dream woman that I could have only naively, wide-eyed hoped for, as a broken, innocent, lost little girl in my previous pre-possession lifetime. I soon started to emerge into courage and super-human strength. I soon started to realise my worth, through multiple magickal workings through wonderful people who have helped me settle into it. So when people come and tell me I need to be “less (insert the blanks)”, I will most certainly tell them to fuck off because I have every right to be the woman I am today.

The woman who had to heal herself, the little girl inside, and all the broken hopes and dreams that she expected evil, predatory,abusive, sub-human scummy “men” to assist her with. Men who used her, abused her, and disposed of her. Men who laughed at her, humiliated her, dumped her for job opportunities they couldn’t resist, other women who were more “willing” — shall we say, and whatever other nonsense your mind can conjure up reading this. Employers who exploited her greatness and paid her peanuts. People who trashed her, drained her, and benefited from her kindness and generosity. If you are a trauma survivor reading this, my heart is with you on NEVER to settle, and shut your mouth to look a certain way, or to appease others. Abuse comes from the fact we didn’t open our mouth enough, we didn’t slap an abuser when they got out of line, we didn’t have boundaries, we didn’t love ourselves, because no one taught us HOW TO.

I will never apologise for the confidence that I have built within myself, a lasting confidence that NO con artist can run through now, man or woman. I am proud of being a walking inspiration for millions of people across the globe that there IS a life after trauma, and one does NOT need to quietly suffer. I am proud to see TRUE greatness in men today, men who are in my life, men who know how to honour the Divine Dark Feminine inside me, men who respect me and respect the work I do for others.

Rise to be the champion.

Rise to be the Lion/Lioness.

Rise to be YOU.

Your Queen,

Queen Spartanite