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 just want these tears to stop. Please anything, something, everything, nothing. Just STOP”
I remember screaming this to myself one day sitting on my bed years ago, the same bed that I can now sit in and do some of my work from on quiet days. The same bed that has witnessed me, broken, fall apart, in tears, broken, broke, and crushed. The same bed that welcomes my body every night in all it’s glory, splendor, success, and magnificence. This bed, from where I have had to assemble all my Strength to go out into the world and be of Service.
Tears of Blood and laden with Sulphur, don’t stop easily. Those tears come at a price. It is like sawing your own chest open, pulling your live beating heart out, kissing it with salve, and putting it back in and stitching yourself back up again. Tears that no one can see you cry. Screams that no one can hear. An isolation, no one can see. Breaking the cages of Hellfire for others, came in stages. I had to walk those NINE FLOORS OF HELL, to be granted the access to the key of Heaven. And even till today, they threaten to take that key away from me and throw me back into the fiery Infernal once more. The fire doesn’t scare me any longer. I am a Spartanite assembled from fire, and every part of my body radiates it. Some perish in the fire, and other’s are designed from it.
When a human is trapped in a cage from a psychic/metaphysical level, it is a type of soul bondage that few people are granted the access to ever break. I was told many times by the Adversary (literal words) — “This path is not for you. You’re a woman. MEN have not been able to achieve what you stupidly think you can. Fuck off and pick some ordinary mundane job and marry some normal, useless human man and call it a day. You will get your wish and we will leave you alone. You want riches? We will bring them to you! You want some man by your side? We will bring you throngs of willing men, so incredibly obsessed with you, from the four corners of the globe, to have your pick! What is it that concerns you with our side? Accept our deal and you’ll not regret your life.”
I wanted Spartanite and my Divine Mirror of a man, so grand, it made my heart explode looking at him. I REFUSED to settle. I refused to side with Evil for the easy way out. I was here to do GOD’s work and be of Service. Every night, years back, I would cry. The call of the Healthy Occult rang the loudest bell in my heart. In every Church, Mosque, Synagogue, and Temple I went to. In the Altar of Nature. I saw the pain and suffering of all Life and refused to turn a blind eye. I desperately tried to run. Get the useless job. Convince myself I could find happiness with a man who would have destroyed me, had I stayed. But the CALL, was the loudest I had to answer. I couldn’t run anymore.
So I paid the price. Pain after pain, and after pain, was laden on me. I had to destroy everything I knew, to begin a life that was fatal for me. A life that once you begin, you can never turn away from again. I decided to hungrily learn and access everything to snatch back what they took away from us humans, the whole human race. All of us. I may have been alone in my endeavour but I knew MANY would come and assist me in my fight, my mission, my desire to see more humans rise to reclaim THEIR DIVINE BIRTHRIGHT, OF POWER.
When you step up and swing the bat, all the astral forces come for you and will need you and those you love dead. I built Spartanite with staggering amounts of pain and psychosis that I was sure was going to kill me. It didn’t and it CANNOT. I saw how other women suffered, suffered in limbo, by not knowing how to use their psychic gift to make money. To be stuck in a trap that was going to drain their very life force. I saw abusive men abuse them and leave them for dead shells, the way I was left broken, and discarded in the streets. I saw how men shut down their pain and pretended to be a someone they are not. I saw how today’s uncouth and vile “woman” has destroyed a man, and his sanity. I saw animals and plants struggle and suffer. I had to sit with my story of having four deadly nefarious djinn ripped out of my body, to begin a new life and not be ashamed to keep talking about it to heal others.
A life that was worth living, not only for myself, but for others. A life that I am now PROUD to share with those who come to me, because maybe perhaps in this greedy, unjust, sick, twisted, and shallow world, The House Of Spartanite, may be the final pitstop of Truth and Justice left for them. Breaking cages of Hell, is an old pasttime of mine. I asked the Divine to give me endless amounts of power and strength to drag people out the grime, give people a VOICE and make them finally stand up for themselves and others.
When you come to Spartanite, I do not promise you a six/seven figure business. I do not promise you a loving partner who understands every fibre of your heart. I do not promise you great health, and Divine Knowledge. I do not promise you that you will have everything your heart desires. I do not promise you lavish holidays, or designer clothes, or any other worldly based things.
However, what I DO promise you, is peace of mind, JUSTICE, empowerment, Truth, and POWER.
And through that, you will receive all your worldly desires.
Only the Strong, Survive.