Family Witchcraft (jerrybanfield-supernatural-writing-contest-swc)

Already been almost a decade since I did guards at night as a resident physician at Miguel Pérez Carreño, a Hospital West of Caracas, where reaches the majority of the wounded by firearms of this violent city, a place where the guards of surgery they tend to be strenuous, with inadequate infrastructure, injured in the soil waiting for medical assistance. Deafening sounds emanate from lobbies, where we hear screams, crying for help. The working day there is something physically and emotionally exhausting.

After one of my guards and already prepared to start the return home, an old man, with quite misaligned clothing, limping, asks me kindly to take you to the Traumatology service. After 36 hours without sleep, my mood was not the best and replied somewhat sharp form that remained at the end of the hallway and goes up a floor. The Lord again insisted that he take it. My patience has never been good, step to the red numbers with this petition. I turned and again with a higher tone of voice tell you the way. Quickly return to the route to the door to finally dismiss me from the hospital.

At that time the Lord said my full name "Leonella Andreina Fuenmayor field", is petrified because although my robe read my last few knew my name and much less my middle name which is not to my liking and even my closest friends mentioned it.

Repeated my name and again asks me to guide it towards the service of Traumatology. The insistence to not further postpone my desired return home and given that I am petrified that knew my full name, accompanied him to the requested place. On the way, he tells me that he knows who I am and reveals me intimate details of my life that no one else knew. One of the most important was that he knew that I played with a few twins still in gestation, and one of them died in the womb. It was always the same nightmare and woke me up night after night under the same stress.

It warns me that I was a victim of witchcraft and this was the reason why I was, i.e. If I fed, but immediately I felt nausea. How could he tell I had days vomiting, which led me to a diet of soup and creams in a failed attempt to relieve a so-called "Gastritis" to which my colleague's gastroenterologists could not explain and much less solve.

At that time it was completely skeptical because I had always been very rational and thought that the exclusive supernatural literature of Stephen King.

And as a suggestion to combat this hex I had been imposed (who knows when, why or by whom) tells me to buy a bathroom with special herbs.

Still, in shock and out of my boxes, I could not ask anything more and I left the place, after leaving it in its long-awaited Traumatology service. Completely relocated and confused, story Ines, a colleague who went through there, the first person with whom I had the opportunity to vent and share this strange moment. I'm surprised the naturalness and tranquillity with which takes all this and tells me: "friend, quiet II take you to a shop of witchcraft where insurance has the remedy that you sent".

Even without understanding what was happening, we arrive at a store, which had a particular and repugnant smell of vomit and tobacco, there buy the preparation, which not smelled anything good and Indian seller place for three days in a row after the bath and let all the overnight.

He came to my house, bath me as usual and at the end of the shower open the plastic vial that had a few pieces of strange silver when I put it in my body, it starts to generate a sense of desperate tingling. Similar to when you fall asleep legs due to lack of circulation. I open the Jet again removing it completely, thinking that it could be an allergic reaction, but the feeling does not go away until after several hours.

Already in Frank desperation occurs to me call my friend Ezekiel, a Catholic seminarian, who tells me that not you replace me this remedy and to accompany him where a Colombian priest specialist in exorcism. Even more removed from wave I ask if he does not believe that he is exaggerating a bit and tells me that this man travels the world solving this and other types of problems of black magic, nothing more and nothing less than the charismatic father Wilman Fernández (who in June of 2.017 After a hard battle with cancer, he departed from this world).

It finally arrived on Saturday, a day where she was to meet the famous priest when I arrived at the meeting turned out to be an amphitheater packed with believers in a church singing and dancing. Leave me very puzzled because while studying in a school in nuns I don't consider myself fanatic religions.

We hope until the end of the ceremony to finally talk alone with him, which was a whole process, but we got the pass. In their enclosure after we told her what happened in detail. Me than probably if it was being hindered by a witchcraft and that he would make a prayer dedicated to my case during the afternoon mass.

If I was not usually going to mass, now imagine two the same day. But we were already there, so I am just waiting. The special prayer begins in the middle of the second mass, then again, I feel like my body is paralyzed, I fall to the floor as if unconscious unable to move me. Several followers of the priest's come to pray for me in some strange language like Latin. I begin to see images as if it were a film. First, I see a black cat who sacrificed in Ávila next to the bones and a paper with my full name and date of birth, which was buried somewhere in that mountain. Then I see the Lord himself limp that I found myself in the Hospital, now I have no fear just a strange feeling of peace. Finally, I can talk to him and ask him who is he and why you are here? Between the teeth and tells me downcast, which they belonged to my family who does not rest in peace by the things he did in life, which belonged to an important group of paleria in Venezuela. Upon learning that he was in danger he decided to return to this level to help me. I as he slowly unearths hex, taken and raised, says a few words in a completely unintelligible jargon for me, I watch as he begins to consume in their hands, far more and more small and imperceptible. I feel like my body back gradually, first the hands, then the feet and then the rest of my body. I experience a feeling of blissful, something very similar to an orgasm, but maybe a little more calm and spiritual. When I finally recovered I tell father all that had experience and tells me that the paleria is one of the strongest of the Santeria branches, that they are engaged in work with bones and called the trance that makes the rest of the soul which is a reboot of the body to return to a more spiritual plane and clean energies of low level as in this case it was witchcraft. This was very similar to format a computer and pass the antivirus.

I don't know exactly in words how to describe this experience and the sensation that I live in my soul, but without a doubt, I change my perception of life, I take to consider the existence of other planes or dimensions, to discover the supernatural. Since then I have begun to take an interest in related topics. Coincidentally, my husband @brianleif owns much of Brian Weiss' bibliography, one of the most famous psychiatrists who specialized in studying past lives through regressions.

Years later, after graduating as a doctor, she was working as a rural guard in Carayaca's ambulatory, at midnight a malandro died during a reckoning with another band of criminals, as the protocol dictates we called the police of the village that in less than 5 minutes arrived at the facilities, we were informed with a poker face that probably the opposing band would arrive to continue shooting this gentleman (incoherently already deceased).

The clinic only we found ourselves a friend and I do the guard accompanied by two nurses from the age of my grandmother. A few minutes we locked in the room of residents when we hear again the shoot-out in the room gives emergency. At that time turned to be the Lord of the Pérez Carreño, who only said - stay here, everything will be fine and no one will see them. Indeed the thugs roamed the entire institution and never entered the room or interacted with us. Thank goodness.

Years later, investigating these issues reach the Thetahealing, a method that works with the beta of the individual waves which are waves emanating just before sleep and allows us to connect us with the "God or creative force that moves the world", automatically without much thought me enroll in the course taught by Auristela Guard according to the teachings of Vianna Stibal your Creator. The first level was focused on changing our limiting beliefs in all the forms in which they were created. What most impressed me was the second level where I knew that I wanted to practice this method for the rest of my life. Here they explained to us that there are 7 planes of existence:

A day doing my daily meditation, I reminded him, Lord of the Hospital Pérez Carreño which belonged to my family and not rested in peace for anything they did in life,, actually managed to talk with him, told me that Orlando was called and that in life the greed had blinded him He only died in that hospital bed many years ago, was a prisoner in a third plane and had failed to travel to the light for the repose of his soul. After talking with the could see how through the creative force of everything that is this soul could ascend to light through a bright tunnel giving a sense of serenity and peace. And although that night I could not go back to sleep is happy to be mediated with the help of someone who had saved my life twice.