I Moved to Las Vegas
Once in Vegas, I went to find an office and signed a lease within two weeks of getting there. I was always good at making money, and it always seemed to come naturally to me, but something was different this time around. No matter what I did or whatever money I spent on marketing, everything seemed to produce nothing in return while trying to ramp up in Vegas. People didn't return phone calls, emails rarely were answered, I couldn't give away my services for free, it seemed. WTH is going on, I thought. I then created a new product that got great feedback from several people in the Auto Industry. I even closed a deal worth 1.5 million a year only to have the guy mysteriously cancel a few days later with no explanation for why. Nothing seemed to work; it didn't make sense.
$300 per hour Psychic? Why not
Towards the end of 2016, I received a phone call from an old friend I had fallen out with eight years prior and haven't spoken to. I was surprised to hear his voice, and we talked for quite some time. I said something to him that I never said to anyone before. I told him that I think my ex put a curse on me. The weird part was that I didn't believe in any of that stuff, so for me to say that was odd, even more bizarre was that I told it to him rather than saying it to any of the several friends I talk to regularly. When I told him that, he jumped into high gear with an animated story about how he has a friend that was married for ten years, but that she couldn't get pregnant and was constantly having health problems and that her husband used to make tons of money but was broke for the past decade, etc. He said the girl is doing great now and that she is healthy, her husband is making money, and they hope to have a baby soon. He told me that the girl was helped by a famous French psychic medium and a Muslim Witch that lived in Los Angeles, but that she was a good witch. Up until 2011, when the Vietnamese Psychic shocked me and gave me pause, I would have called b.s. immediately on anything regarding psychics and witches, but he had my full attention. He said that the French psychic helped her find out that her husband's ex-wife was putting curses on them and that the Muslim Witch cleaned her.
Jasmine speaking about Zulfiya
It was the day before thanksgiving 2016, and I went in the morning to meet the guy with the chicken "Vic" and set off to L.A. with the chicken taped inside an empty case of beer. When I got to L.A., it was around 5 PM. Zulfiya said we needed to wait another hour until the sun went down. Zulfiya started reading verses from what may have been the Karan (not sure), but it was in a different language, so I couldn't understand what was being said. She had several candles lit, and when it came time to kill the poor chicken, she gently slit its throat without the chicken fighting or screaming out at all. It's as though the chicken knew he had to take one for the team. She then mixed the chicken's blood with some plant and different spices and then soaked candles wrapped in string with the blood before wiping the blood on several parts of my body, including my face. Then she poured candle wax over the chicken's lifeless body and wrapped the chicken up in a brown paper bag. She told me that I needed to take this bag at least 2 miles away and drop it on a side street somewhere and drive away from it without looking back. She then advised me not to clean the blood off until I lit and entirely burned one of 7 candles starting at midnight. She said that I should burn one candle each night at midnight for seven days. She also told me that my son was a very special, old soul and that he may see spirits in the house over the next several days. I said OK and started my journey back to Vegas, stopping 2 miles into the trip to drop off the chicken as instructed. The McDonald's drive-through girl looked at me like I was a psycho when I went through the drive-through with blood on my face, but like Zulfiya said, "do not wash off the blood until after the first candle is finished burning."
Vic - The guy that sold me the black chicken.
Best $40 I ever spent! I took this picture of him when I stopped to ask him if he knew where to find a black chicken. The video next to that was taken by me two days later when I bought the chicken from him.
The video on the left was a video I came across on YouTube. The grey-colored spirit in this video is like the 3 Asian-looking spirits I saw in my house, except the 3 Asians were a black-tinted spirit and shorter than the one in this video, which is grayish. That night, the white-tinted spirit in my doorway looked like the spirit in this video, except it was taller and much whiter. From what I understand, the eviler the person while alive, the darker the color of the spirit once they die. Jasmine told me that Jesus' spirit is brilliant White. She said the same thing about my son. Please don't confuse the spirit's color with skin color on Earth; they are not the same. An evil white person on Earth has a dark-colored spirit in the spirit realm, while a good white person has a white-colored spirit after they die. The same applies to every race of people. Think of darkness as impurities that prevent a spirit from ascending higher in the sky, "Heaven." The less black energy one's soul contains, the more freedom they have in the sky. Pure spirits "white energy" can travel more places than evil ones "dark energy." Evil spirits are stuck on Earth and cannot freely travel the universe.
The video on the left is about Witches in Romania. The video at the 10-minute mark shows how the witch chooses a black chicken to clean a woman possessed by Satan. CLICK HERE to open your browser and have the video start at exactly the spot where the black chicken is chosen. This was by design. Black chickens are very powerful when trying to reverse powerful curses.
The candles on the left are what the candles "drenched in the black chicken blood" looked like. These three candles don't have blood on them and were sent to me by Zulfiya later to help eliminate remnants of the spirits my Ex and her family had sent me once I had the operation on my leg.
The next evening, I lit the 2nd candle at midnight. My son was awake this time, and we were lying in bed while the candle burned down for approximately 40 minutes in the kitchen. My son was only five at the time and knew nothing about the psychics or anything, but as we were lying there, he said, "Hey Dada, I see people." I asked him where and he pointed to the corner and the ceiling. I asked him how many, and he said 10. I asked him if they looked happy or angry, and he said "happy." Just as Zulfiya had predicted, my son would probably see things because he is a very old soul sensitive to these things. I was able to see grey clouds of smoke moving around the room for the next several days. Still, I didn't see anything as clearly as the first night when I saw the 3 Asian spirits, tall white spirit, black swirling gnat blob, and white spirit that emerged from the black swirl once it disappeared.
The next part of the story will detail the 40 hours I spent talking to Jasmine over the next 3 years. Click the button below to proceed.