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Maybe.

“Maybe, but what if the problem is, you don't know what to believe.”

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Well, I was eight years old, my brother refused to got a bad, he lay a moaning on top of our sheets, sweat pouring from his brown body, my parents, had long told us that the doctors were the devil instead they called the pastor, the pastor came. A mother led him to our shared room, the open door revealing my brother, contorted in pain. And then, the small, leather folder, the pastor moved a while of olive oil, and a clean,

light-square of linen. He pressed several drops of the oil onto the cloth, but he pushed it hard until my brother's abdomen, my brother's screened, then the pastor and my parents knopped down to pray. They prayed to Lord Jesus to heal my brother, heal him Lord Jesus, heal your servants child. We claim your bounty, Almighty God, in Jesus' name, in Jesus' name.

Now, I became angry, so angry because I knew they were doing it wrong. My grandmother had long told me that the more sick you are, the more power you need. A grandmother could even use her own spit, her saliva to turn away a blister, or headache. But for bigger things, she struck matches, set fire, lit, dandelion powder, burn, high-johned On the conqueror route, his time, nettle, each made their own smoking, each smoke, had power.

For things that mattered, things that had to be, my grandmother said never, mess around.

“And that's why her fingers were lined with cross-hatches, so she would take my grandfather's”

razor-strapped and slice her own skin, harvest her own blood if she had you. That's being a power baby, this is she told me, so I was angry as a pastor pressed into my baby brother with olive oil from a glass jar. It was no power there, no smoke, no fire and no blood. Boots start, now.

Now then, our first story comes with some three very special women, a daughter, a mother and

a grandmother, who began with the daughter, Sarah Finnerty, stooped. It was October, I was 14 and I just started high school and then I don't know what happened, my mom and grandma remember.

“I think it was full, it wasn't cold enough for coats, heavy coats, oh boy, it was a while”

ago and I don't even like thinking about it, remembering.

I said, well you don't get up, you remember what you was, you know, you don't remember

“that though, I'm surprised, I don't remember it, it's like a hole in my memory, boy, I went”

in all the time and sometimes she would relent a little bit and talk and sit up, but most of the time it was, could you just let me rest, what are you going to scream, pull her out of the bed, dress her, you know, she's as big as I am.

She had a long legs, a beautiful and, you know, I said to her, look, you're strong, you

can walk and I don't feel my leg, she said, I pinch her with a needle, she didn't feel something strange, she was alive, she didn't feel the pinch in her leg, it's ridiculous.

“I think it was, at that time that Sarah, you even used aluminum foil to block out light”

and I said, oh my god, this is like Bobby Fisher pulling out his fillings, you know, not wanting any, I don't know what I was thinking, but she was very, very disappointed. It wasn't sick, Sarah, you wasn't sick, you helped you like a ball, I'm 93 years old, I have very strong a mind, I remember everything, you was possessed, okay, my grandmother thought the only thing that could explain my state was that I was possessed by a demon or someone had

put a curse on me, we're from a very small town in Italy and we immigrated when I was a child and they had beliefs that were primitive in a lot of cases, so anything was possible to help save, you know, one of your own and she came up with interesting solutions.

The first thing my grandma did to try to make me feel better was to get a priest to come to

her house. I call the priest, was a priest from Italy, missionaries, missionary, scallablinian, Dalitalia, Veniva de Rela Mescqua, he came over here and he, he went to every room and then I bring him upstairs and Sarah's room.

“This is one of the only things I remember is a priest standing in my bedroom door and throwing”

holy water around my room. My grandmother probably arranged it so the priest came while my mother was at work so she wouldn't have to tell my mom. She denied what she was doing, you know, when I discovered stuff she would flat out the night and then when it was undeniable she would warm her way around it, saying, "It's not a big deal, I'm not paying for it. It's just a little thing. My friend told me to do it. She's depressed. We have to do something."

But nothing changed after the priest. So my grandma contacted people in Italy who she was talking to helped. He were witches. I've called somebody but a curse at you. I said, "I out of the person." "That was the devil. The devil was. I did so." I absolutely demanded

That would be bad. It would be damaging. No talk about witchcraft. No talk about that crap.

“None. I absolutely forbid it. And you know, we fought. We argued, but could come up”

of that. No seeing the person would have allowed that. And I sure the hell wasn't going to allow it. She got that cuckoo mini idea. Oh, yeah. I want to take you to Italy. My mother don't let me. I don't want to take you to Italy because that wasn't the way anything. My mother says that she watched my grandma take my birth certificate out of a drawer, put it behind her back and run down the stairs. When my mom confronted her and asked her what she was

doing, they ended up getting into a big screaming match. I'm not going to allow her to go

“there. You know, that's not like they're going to visit the monolisa there. You know, the”

going for voodoo crap. No way. It's never going to happen. Forget about it. So the witches

had wanted my grandmother to take me to Italy. So they could perform an exorcism. But my mom refused. So they came up with a compromise. She called it a power professional or I don't know what. They had all kinds of names to make it seem better. But that they contacted someone in Italy. So grandma, what exactly did the witches want to do? He's his job. I don't know what it did. I don't know nothing. I'm not a witch. I just pray God. And maybe with him and me pray

God. I don't know if I help him. My good miracle. I shed the money. So my grandmother, without telling my mother, of course, sent the witch $3,000 in exchange, he promised to cast a spell that would break this curse that was put on me. I discovered it after the fact after all this money had been sent. That was a long time ago. So that that was a lot of money. You know, and here I am working. I'm so support going to work every day, you know, not

to myself out. And you're doing what? You're spending what? So it's preposterous. It's out of the question. Because, you know, we were very frugal people. I often say, you know, until I was able to get a job myself by my own clothes, my mother sold everything I ever wore. My grandparents had the most decrepit dirty, old, falling apart, buic. You could ever imagine. There were parts falling off of it onto the street. The ceiling was falling

onto the seats. They never smacked money on anything. $3,000 was a huge amount of money

for them. The girl, the $3,000 was a word. It paid me $3 million. So one day my grandma called the witch in Italy because she was scared. The antikers, she was concocting, wouldn't work. I was crying and he said, don't cry. Don't do anything. Just take care of her. I don't know what to do with you. You know, I love you so much. I didn't know what to do with her. I didn't know what to do. And it is show me, I don't fold. It was gonna work.

Anyway, me too york does what she wants. So the witch in his coffin cares the spell that would travel over the Atlantic Ocean. If you told my grandma it would take three weeks to arrive. Meanwhile, he mails her a card, told her to put it on my bed, so the spell would know where to go. So they sent

“this card, this ridiculous card. I remember it was a gold, like a gold American Express. It looked”

something like that weird. And it was placed in a strategic place to be, you know, leaning up.

it would take three weeks. And the uncanny thing is that three weeks, two the day Sarah got up and

then she was going to school. It was the first day I remember that Thursday morning. And I said,

this is f*cking unbelievable, you know, this is nuts, but she's going so I'm ecstatic.

“That's why I believe she got up the bed. The day after she went to school,”

she'd take a shower, she'd become like a medic. It's uncanny, the timing was uncanny,

and it did happen. So is there a part of you that thinks the witches actually helped me?

I want to allow myself to, to, to believe stuff like that. I think the allow says it all. My mom could have said that she doesn't believe in it, but instead she says she doesn't allow

“herself. Like the impulse to believe is there, but she's forcing herself not to.”

And I've had periods of very intense depression, but there's never been

such a large chunk of time that I have no memory of whatsoever. There was some kind of dark energy that kept me in that bed and one day it was there and the next day it was gone. And I don't know what to call that dark energy, but I know it exists.

“Big love to Sarah and her family for sharing that story, return, but you don't know, can hurt you.”

You're listening to spooked. Stay tuned. [Music] Now, over the year, reducing this show, we've learned that the supernatural doesn't just obey command. You can't just take this stuff and make it do your bidding. But see, our next story to Nepal, Nepal, he doesn't know that yet. To the stay, I'll still sit there and think of what a

dormant. It was inexplicable and otherworldly. So, I was a pretty active kid, in fact an extremely active kid. But as time went by, in my early teens, I started having problems with at get really bad backache and at get really lethargic. I get achy and complain about just not feeling up for it, which was unusual for me because I was using it for pretty much anything. And on a routine checkup with a doctor, they ran some tests and my blood pressure really freed

them out. It was sky high. And when I started going to the bathroom, there was a lot of protein and a lot of blood in my urine. When you go up and after you spend a lot of time in and around, dams and rivers and lakes and what have you. And there's a parasite thick and just about everyone gets it and it's fairly easy to treat. And for some reason, rather, it had taken root in

By that time, my urine was pretty close to pure blood. This kind of itchy, brownish red color.

“My blood pressure was just obscenely high. We were trying to treat it, having biopsies and”

looking at what was going on. My condition was deteriorating pretty rapidly and we didn't really seem to have a solution. So I was in hospital and had been for a couple of months at this point. I was bedridden. I was not out of bed. And it was so frustrated and so scared and so tired of it all. There had been a lot of movement around me that day that my taste results, I guess, weren't doing

so well on what have you. And this other kid with diabetes came into my ward.

It was lights out of everyone went to sleep and stuff and myself in this body of mind. We had this

“cutting plan. So kind of like on the TV shows where your stuff sheets in your bed so it looks like”

you there. We did that and then we hopped out of the window and it was this hamburger joint on the road. And we went down there and we grabbed a burger and it was next to this bar and we were 15-16 at the time. I thought we were so clever. We thought it was awesome. We went to got some food. We were on restricted diets. When we were breaking back into the hospital we went through the bathroom window. Sitting on the bathroom was a priest waiting for me because my taste results had come back.

And sister Sally, she was one of the nurses there. It was just beside herself. She was so pissed at me. I was like, what's the big deal? And she just couldn't contain herself. She goes, pull the big deal is you're dying. And so I went back to my bed, got into my bed and the priest was standing there and it was time for last rights. I made it through that 24-48 hours. I'm lying in my hospital bed and in walks this 40-something-year-old woman with just an

incredibly peaceful demeanor about herself. She came and sat down next to my bed and introduced herself hyper. My name's Anne and your mum asked me to come and say hi. At this stage I was an incredibly cranky obscured young guy and that wasn't going to be rude but I certainly wasn't going to be friendly. But she sat there and she talked and then she asked me if I minded if she would pray with me. Then I was a little pissed because I didn't see that God was really doing me that many

favors at that time. And the beautiful thing with Anne was she asked Anne and then she thinks she almost tricked me because we just started having a chat and we got to know each other a little bit. We laughed a little bit and I felt myself relaxing and unwinding and connecting with her. And then she got back to did I mind if she prayed with me. She said, sure, I'm going to put my hands here if that's a game. Hold her hands maybe an inch above where

“my kidneys were. I remember laying there being fairly skeptical but by the same token”

it was just that little sliver of light, little sliver of hope. As she sat there, I felt this at first the sense of warmth. I thought, okay, because her hands in here, but then it started growing and it wasn't just a superficial surface warmth. It was this warmth that was kind of growing, growing, growing from within and I could feel where my back had been really sore. That was inexplicably easing up. Not only was the pain going

away but there was a level of peace that was coming in. My chest didn't feel so constricted and

didn't feel quite so panicked. It was the most incredible sense of peace that had faltered a

very, very long time. It was bizarre. And I've experienced, I've experienced true deep love with a child

because I thought that's what you supposed to do when you're praying. And then I opened

there when I saw Anne was sitting there who I was more or less close but she just had this look of complete peace on her. I then she opened her eyes and she smiled and she said it was great meeting me and would it be a case she came and saw me again? I was like sure, there would be great. So she left and they came, they were doing rounds on a fairly regular basis. They came and when they did a urine test, filled the cup, it was clear. There was no blood in it.

So did gone from being looked like pure blood to no blood. When they tested my blood pressure,

“my blood pressure was lower than it had been since I got into hospital. I remember the nurse”

it was sister Agatha. She was like, you could see on her face this does not compute. If you ask later, sure enough, same result. So then it was this mad scarring of doctors and nurses, because they've done all these tests. I've been in hospital this time and I'm supposed to be like not good. Part of the protocol and finding out what the heck was going on was

I flew to England to the Philly Renaud Hospital for that kind of thing. Went through a battery of

tests there. They came to the same conclusion that the doctors in Zimbabwe had come up with, which was it makes no sense. It was inexplicable and otherworldly.

“Couldn't explain it but I was okay with not explaining it.”

Fast forward the tape almost 20 years later and I've just got home from the hospital where my daughter Aaron had just had surgery for a brain tumor. She was four months old at the time and the surgery hadn't gone well. It was not a good time. It had been a terrible day. Aaron had been in about eight hours of surgery and it was taking bits and pieces of a brain art and it was which survived the surgery and then we get to the end of the surgery and they tell us

it was not successful. Kerry stayed in the hospital with her overnight at the infant ICU. Kerry was my wife at the time and left her little body on all these life sports systems and drove home because I had another child at home and then I had this big pile of mail so I went and said at the kitchen table and I'm going through the mail and I noticed this piece from a tamaride so it's a leper colony that I'd done some work with. There was this note and it said and we'd

like to welcome Anne Lander to our board. I'm like you've got to be kidding me. A day that was so filled with despair was suddenly there was a rare flight. There was an element of hope. I was like I'm like this is awesome and it's going to heal her and it's totally going to heal her. She's going to fix Aaron. I think Aaron's going to be okay. So I reached out to Anne right away and I'm like hey Anne just confirming you're the Anne.

It's Paul Timpler blah blah blah do remember me and she's like sure I remember you how I so I give a quick update on what's going on with Aaron and I'm like Anne you have to help me

“you have to heal her and and she's like Paul I don't heal anyone. I remember getting really pissed”

I'm like but you did mean actually as they didn't heal you it felt like a cruel trick. I was very pointed and made clear as black as I could that what I was looking for was nothing short of a miracle. But Anne was in burging. We had a conversation and rather than focusing on what she couldn't do we looked at what she could do. She proposed we formed a press circle whilst less than delighted. I think it's still falter of a glimmer of hope.

At the time I was living in this little bungalow and uh I was in this little apex upstairs

My job was to sit next to Aaron and to hold my hand just above her head. I remember like wiping my eyes

and I hit my hand there and I thought I was going crazy because I could feel this incredible warmth.

“This energy starting to build. I do remember giggling a little because I was absolutely convinced”

this is gonna work. This was gonna work. But then it dissipated and as hard as I tried I couldn't bring it back. I'm just kind of sloshing there with my hand above her and I couldn't re-generate what I had experienced. I just lay then I watched her sleep. I thought I knew what the miracle was that we needed and then I realized I couldn't predict the future but I could shift the focus. I could look for a different thing, a different unfolding.

Aaron's 13 now and my daughter has profound special needs she's medically fragile that Aaron still alive. The thing is she has this big smile and she smiles from her eyes. When I pull up at her she will run out and give me the biggest hug and then she wants to hop into the back of my trip to go wherever I'm going. The more I try to control the supernatural, the inexplicable, the less the less conducive the environment I'm producing for anything to happen inside of it.

“To me the acceptance of what is acceptance of possibilities. That's what creates the portal”

if you want for the supernatural. Thank you Paul Timber for sharing your story with Spooked. If you want to hear more from Paul and his life as an adventure guide on the Zem Beesie River. It's a story that is incredible if he involves hippos you've got to hear it. I'm the amazing snap doesn't podcast. Storytelling with a different flavor that's a snap judgment that origin. Nepal has a memoir called What's Left

of the Mean. I'm going to have a link at Spooked Podcast that origin. Spooked with reduced by a tiny team of intrepid researches that goes into guard places. That walks unlit path that ask questions other people they are not explored and if you appreciate their sacrifice. In search of this truth let somebody know.

Send holy water or incense or sage or something to help this team that always carries a flashlight.

Mark wristage and assessment lies a smimp. Katiya, Apakina, Sarah Finnerty, Erica Lance, Jody Colley, tailed the cot the Spooked theme song. It was written and performed by Pat Masini Miller and your original sound state through this journey was created. Written, performed and produced by the amazing team of Windsor Gorilla, Lea Morimoto,

“and Pat Masini Miller. And remember, creature of the dark they wrapped themselves in illusion.”

They appear as brothers, sisters lovers all the while hiding an ulterior unholy motive.

There's only one. One surefire way to expose their evil plans friends never, ever.

No matter how much they beg and clean and reap, never, ever, never, never, never, never, never, never turn out.