Okay go ahead. The story that I wrote this time happened still in the same place. But the story has nothing to do with my story in the first part about the angel of death. This story also really happened. This is the first time I have been involved directly in the process of healing a trance person through the initial process of "fighting" first with a woman who is possessed ... he ... he ... Uniquely our fighting style is without touching each other physically witnessed by friends boarding .

Hmmmm, curious is not it? Go on!

After the incident I saw the light and many death events on note 1, my room mates became very respectful to me. At that time I was still smoking maniac and coffee. Eh same they sometimes buy cigarettes and coffee, qiqiqiqiqiqi. Delicious also well thought of people sakti wakakakak.

Well but over time so does not feel good alone. "I am not a magic person, who yesterday was a coincidence", so I said.

Well, one afternoon about half past five in the afternoon, me and my two colleagues were busy chatting and playing guitar in the room. Suddenly our room was tapped loudly. We open the door and it turns out that the knock on the door is the female boarding colleagues in the upstairs room. "What's up?", We asked. "Please mas, Sri seems like trance !!".
Walah this is serious.

We all rushed to our room upstairs. And sure enough there were screams and growls from inside the room. We open the door and enter. Busettt !! We saw Sri, our colleague was "raging". She is held by three female colleagues can not be held.
Well one of the female colleagues took the Qur'an and recited it to Sri's ear, but what happened? Sri even struggled very strongly and the grip that my colleagues did apart from Sri's body. She struck the Qur'an so it was wasted some distance away. Walaaah pie iki, because she's free to move? I was just looking not to help.

"Please help! how is this? ", said friends with a fanic face. I said, "Try my friends back then, I want to have a dialogue with him". My friends then all stepped aside and sat behind me.

Meanwhile Sri still growled and glared at us. Busyet look really horrible, but she is beautiful loh, oath (hopefully my wife do not read this note hue he he).
Sitting cross-legged I asked Sri, "Excuse me, who is this?" ... "Groarrrrrr, I am not Sri !!" ...
Busyet, Sri's voice so the voice of man, how come ya?
"Okay, tell me who is this ?!", I asked. "Hua ha ha ha ha ha grrrrr, I am a person who is hurt by Sri. Sri has always refused my love. Feel the result hua ha ha ha !!!!
I said, "Why if you really love Sri, why do you make Sri like this?" ... "Hua ha ha ha ha, let him know the taste. Than he belongs to others I make him miserable ha ha ha ha "

I am a bit annoyed too, "Okay you did not care with Sri, just as you open his shirt now. Naked in front of us ".

I just test it to make sure that Sri is real trance and not fake.
Need friends know that Sri was veiled.

"Hua ha ha ha ha ha ha, good! Busyet, Sri really want to open his shirt was lifted up to half, ups. "STOPPP !!!, okay okay do not continue !!! my command. Crazy, this is true.

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Greetings are stunned and fascinated