The Possession.

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I have an associate with a natural healing energy, who I used to meet frequently at one point in my life and we became friends.  He has since retired and we move in different circles now.  Through him, though, I helped and become friends with the lady in this story.  Dawn is a mother of two who worked part-time in an off-licence near where my friend lived and where he used to shop occasionally.  As time went on, he got to know the ladies who worked there and, in particular, Dawn who is talkative and friendly by nature.

One of the evenings he called in to the off-licence and Dawn was working. He noticed that she looked very off colour, was concerned enough to say so and politely ask her what was wrong.  Business was slow, as it happened, and afforded them the time to talk. Donna opened up and told him how difficult things were becoming for her, that she wished, at times, her life would just end, as things were so bad.  She told him, too, that her doctor had her on the highest level of medication for her complaint.

As my friend now had her confidence he asked what she was on medication for, and she told him that the it was prescribed for a type of depression but that the medication wasn't working for her problem anyway and she new, in her heart, that she didn't have depression. She disclosed that she felt she had an attachment, that something was clinging to her back, that she couldn’t see it in the mirror or touch it, but just knew was there.  She was brave to tell him this but trusted my friend enough to do so.  He knew he couldn't help her himself but knew enough about what I do to suggest to her that she call me and perhaps I would be able to help.  It took a few days for her to build up the courage to give me a call but she did when she had some time to herself.

When she called and told me her story, I assured her that she wasn’t crazy, though she thought she was going that way, and I did believe she was possessed by an entity and that I could help.  I told her I would do a clearing that afternoon and that I would give her a call in a few days to see how she was going.  I did the clearing as promised and did phone her a few days later.  She told me that the second day after our phone conversation her partner remarked that it was nice to have the old Dawn back again, that's how apparent the change was.  Some time after that I drove to meet her for the first time and we have been friends ever since.  As time went by Dawn improved so much that her doctor started reducing and eventually, in a controlled manner, took her off the medication for depression completely.

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I have done this type of rescue and clearing again since for other people, and in each case the victim feels that their back (where the attachment was lodged) felt physically cold and exposed for two to three days after the clearing was done.  The skin feels like goose bumps, similar to taking off a wet garment.  The big immediate difference though, and Dawn had this too, is that the victim feels lighter, like a heavy burden has been lifted off them.

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