OF A GHOST EXORCIST
by Wanda Pratnicka, [November
[WeeklyUniverse.com] Once the wife of a famous professor came to me seeking help for her husband. The doctors had diagnosed a severe mental illness in him, one for which
there is no therapy. The woman demanded that I cleanse her husband
All attempts at persuading her that it was hard to do in a hotel and I'd
do it when I returned home, were of no avail. I promised I would
start cleansing the next morning. [In her own home, away from the
physical presence of the possessed man -- editor.]
She insisted on knowing when it would start, and what course it would take. I thought this was because of concern for her husband, but shortly it turned
out that this lady was a clairvoyant who'd invited several other clairvoyants
to her house so they could watch as I healed her husband.
If I'd known about it, I would have forbidden it. They didn't know what
they were exposing themselves to. If it was as safe as they considered
it, then I would have carried out the cleansing in the patient's presence,
and not from a distance!
I started the cleansing [next morning]. I was horrified by the ghost's
strength and viciousness. But after about an hour, he left calmly
for the other side and never returned.
I was surprised by the joy and gratitude it showed as it left. I
too felt joyful and grateful. I was tired, but the satisfaction I
felt rewarded me for my weariness.
The telephone rang. It was the professor's wife. I was about
to inform her that I had cleansed her husband when she, very perturbed,
started to tell me what she had happened in her home:
"Before leaving the professor," the wife said, "the ghost started to demolish
the whole apartment in a great fury. He hurled the professor against
the wall, and threw anything he could lay his hands on at the people gathered
in the room. He wouldn't let anyone run away, nor open a door or
as well, I thought, otherwise they'd all have leapt out of the windows
-- and they lived high up in a multistory apartment block.
hour later," the wife continued, "the apartment looked like a battlefield. The people were all beaten up and terrified."
I'd never come across such an aggressive reaction from a ghost. I
suspect the people present there had done something which the ghost didn't
like, or maybe its nature was that of a raving madman.
"Mrs. Pratnicka," said the grateful wife, "the furniture can be replaced
or restored. The apartment can be refurbished. What's important
is that my husband is free at last of that terrible ghost. Right
after the cleansing he got into the car and drove over to the university. He even asked me not to wait with dinner for him."
this wasn't a particularly sensible move, because the ghost may well come
Pratnicka, please don't worry. My husband is very wise and strong. I'm certain he won't allow the ghost to enter again. He allowed it
to enter because he wanted to see what it was like. He thought that
since he had the power to let the ghost in, he would have the power to
get rid of it. It turned out, however, to be too difficult.
Now he knows that it's a oneway trip."
Since then the couple have often phoned to tell me the doctors can't believe
how well he's recovered. They claim it's a temporary remission, that
he might relapse at any moment. But many years have passed and the
illness has not returned, just as the ghost which was its cause has not
Copyright 2004 by Wanda Pratnicka
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