Back to the Satanist, Guy Fradin. I promised you the end of the story.
As you'll recall, he moved in and I could NOT get him out. I began to lose serious weight, and grew very weak. My parents were living in Iran. I told them I was in trouble, and they flew me in.
Well, my mom found a priest who offered to help. One problem.
I could not get into the church. No way. I tried to walk in the doors, but it was like something was stopping me. So that wasn't such a good idea.
A friend of mine, Bernard (a very funny Irish guy,) flew to Italy and got me holy water blessed by the pope. After dinner one night, whilst watching TV, I threw it on Guy. His face instantly became covered in pussy blisters. He cried out in pain, then said, "Little girl, you won't get rid of me. Not like this. Not ever."
I was desperate. I weighed eighty five pounds, down from one oh five. I couldn't live much longer like this, with a psychic vampire sucking my energy, and living off it.
Then mom met Elly, a white psychic. Her husband worked with my dad in Esfahan at the DuPont plant they were building. They had heard of my problem. All the Americans in Iran, had heard of it. Mom was desperate too, she asked anyone and everyone for help.
Elly brought me back to Iran, and taught me psychic self defense. It's easy, but it takes a serene mind. You envision yourself wrapped in white light, thickly, no holes, like a covering of cotton all over your body, from your head to your feet. Then you say:
"I cover myself with the white light and love of Christ that no evil, malicious, or maladjusted spirits from this or the other side may enter, only those on my own or a higher spiritual level. In Christ's name, Amen."
She also taught me the Three Fold Law. "I return what is sent to me with love, three times. Amen." This one is for when someone curses you, or wishes you ill. You return it three fold, with love. And whatever they wished on you, they get back, three times stronger.
The first thing that happened when I got back from Iran after meeting Elly, was that I took a bath. I feel filthy after I travel. I was sitting in hot water and bubbles, totally alone, when suddenly something shoved me under the water. I didn't even have time to take a breath.
I invoked the Three Fold Law, with love, in a hurry. And popped up out of the bath. The love part is important, Elly said. So I thought of Guy as he was when I first met him, and was able to send the thoughts with love.
I got a phone call from the hospital, in an hour after the bath. Guy had been hit by a taxi, and broke his leg. That Three Fold Law really works, I told myself. Now if the covering of white light also works, I'd be out of this whole nightmare.
I said the prayer every night and every morning, and life began to look up. I gained my weight back, and looked forward to eating. Guy didn't leave me totally alone. He still got way drunk, came over screaming, and I'd have to call the police to get rid of him.
He called me one day and told me he'd finally inherited his money, and he wanted to buy me a Christian Dior custom fur. Sure, I said, not believing him for a minute. We went to Dior, to the second floor, where the custom furs were. I found a monster: a black cape, as big as a bed spread. This was 1978, I think, and it was 20,000 dollars. That was a LOT for a coat back then.
Princess Grace of Monaco was in Dior, and pointed to my fur. She was told it was sold. I felt badly for her: I didn't believe for a minute Guy would really buy me that coat.
Two weeks went by. My best friend Marne from the States came and visited. We were sitting on the couch talking when a knock on the door came. It was a dude in a brown uniform, with this huge bag.
I unzipped the bag, and that incredible black diamond mink fell out all over the floor.
It was mine.
Guy tried to take it back, on several occasions. Then he made a mistake. He gave me an early Christmas present: A trip on the Concorde to New York.
I went, and took the mink. I went to Christian Dior in New York, and asked them to initial it for me, then to store it. I knew I was moving back to the States within the year. I left that coat there, and Guy never saw it again :)
I never had trouble with Guy again, after I learned the I cover prayer. I rarely even saw him, except when he'd get drunk and come over. There were no more coven meetings at my apartment.
One last thing happened. I moved back to the States, met a guy named Lynn, and moved to Ft. Lauderdale with him.
One day I was spring cleaning and I came across Guy's red knife he cut steak with. Super sharp. Wanting nothing of Guy's, I threw it in the trash and carried it to the dumpster.
It went through the trash bag and pegged my foot to the floor. Blood was everywhere. I drove myself to the ER, and got four stitches. Poor Lynn came home to an open condo, with bloody footprints all over the floor, and me gone.
I called Elly. She said to take anything metal I had from Guy and throw it in the ocean. I took that knife, and a necklace of a Saint he'd given me. Swam out as far as I could, and then threw them as far I could.
I never heard from Guy again, and nothing has ever happened since.
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