1var textForPages = ["","Magick Rituals Banished the⦠âPOVERTY DEMONâ that HAD ATTACHED TO ME... Putting an END to ALL MY MONEY PROBLEMS... It was a cold, dark miserable night, well past midnight. Icy rain had fallen. The temperature had dropped to a bone-chilling 38 degrees. Homeless... digging in trash cans for anything to eat... sleeping on park benches in New York City. As I slept on the cold, wet park bench... I became instantly awake. I had heard a footfall. Someone was coming⦠a wave of intense fear hit my gut.","Frantic. Scrambling out of my sleeping bag. I grabbed my backpack and ran for cover.","Cowering behind some wet bushes and shaking uncontrollably⦠I prayed to God he would not nd me... Inside me my Instincts told me, this time... My luck had run out. Pain lled my head as a strange man grabbed me by my long, brown hair⦠and dragged me out of my hiding place. Viciously he threw me down on the park bench... grabbing my throat with one huge hairy hand... squeezing hard to force me to stop struggling. He held me down... as I helplessly let him have his way with me. I called to my Guardian Angel. âPlease... please help me!â A FLASH OF INTENSE BRIGHT LIGHT APPEARED! The light was so sudden and so bright it scared the man and he rolled off me... He grabbed his undone pants with both hands and ran away. Relief hit me so hard⦠It left me weak. As I laid there, grasping, taking in big gulps of air... I touched my throat and felt intense pain where he had choked me.","A few minutes later as my heart beat had slowed... my weakness faded. I sat up... Slowly the Bright Light faded away... I bowed my head in prayer. I thanked God it was over. A homeless woman who was kind to me... And told me... If I was attacked by a man...Not to struggle or scream. Just squeeze your eyes shut and pray until it is over. I never thought anything this bad would ever happen to me. I knew in my heart my Guardian Angel had scared the bad man away. This was one of the most terrifying nights of my life, little did I know the attack was the turning point that forced me to have the courage to get off the streets. A little over a year ago my life had turned upside down... COVID hit with a vengeance.","Then a horrible tragedy struck... I lost my unborn baby.","I lost my job. My husband thought it was all my fault. No matter how hard I tried I could not get another job. The verbal and physical abuse from my husband got so bad... I got divorced. Kicked out of my home... by an ex-husband who could care less about me. My family wanted nothing to do with me either. They were strict Catholics and did not believe in divorce. My Mother and Father all thought the divorce was my fault... That I had failed in my wifely duties to my husband. To them I no longer existed.","All I knew was... No one wanted me. So with nowhere to go... I wandered the streets, hungry, cold and alone... I was homeless, deeply afraid, and wandering the slums of New York City. Being homeless is a horrible way to live constantly afraid, always cold and hungry. The ONLY THING I knew for sure was my Guardian Angel had not abandoned me. I could not stop the nagging thoughts from spinning in my head... Why had God let all these bad things happen to me? What had I done wrong to deserve this? God did not answer my prayers. It all happened so quickly... No Family. No Money. No Home. Alone. I was abandoned by everyone I had loved... no one would take me in... No job, no money, and nowhere to go. Sleeping on ice-cold park benches...","Huddling in roofed doorways when it rained... Racked with hunger from never having enough to eat... Standing too close to a trash barrel re scorched my skin trying to get warm. Deep down I believed I de
1served this. I had lost my unborn baby, my husband, my home, my job. My mind was stuck in a whirl of negative thoughts that I deserved all this bad stuff. I never thought I was a terrible person but deep inside me, I thought I must be. Shivering with cold, feeling all alone and miserable sitting on the ice-cold park bench...I desperately wanted to cry... Suddenly the harsh words of my Mother crossed my mind... saying in my head... âCrying never helped anything...â","I had no strength left in me for worthless tears. I felt hollow and dead inside. I thought... I wished I was dead. Wrapping my wet sleeping bag around me as best I could I huddled down inside it. I hugged my arms around me to get warm. As the shock of the attack set in, I could not keep the hurt in anymore. Big salty tears rolled down my face⦠A wave of deep despair came over me. There was no one to hug me. No one to dry my tears...","No one to offer comfort. I thought nobody would give a damn about what had happened to me. If I told a cop about the attack on me there was nothing they would do. Homeless women say it happens more often than they want to admit. They see this horrible abuse only as a way to get a little money for food. I thought I suffered alone, until I met my Angel. The moment I thought those words... a wave of comforting warmth hit me... Somehow I knew my Guardian Angel was watching over me. My Guardian Angel would stand by my side to comfort and take care of me. I wiped my tears away with my dirty coat sleeve. Suddenly a calming voice started speaking to me, I could hear it inside my head. I knew my Guardian Angel was speaking to me. She was telling me something dark and sinister was near me. Something BAD had drawn that man to nd me and harm me. I shuddered clutching my sleeping bag... I could not sleep for fear it would come back!"];
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