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Gypsy: Roseanne Stanley
Location: 71st Street, Forest Hills, Queens, NY
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Thank you for your website and sharing your personal story/experience. I
went through almost the exact same thing from the year 2000-2002 (also to
"heal" myself/my romantic life and to try to get someone back who I really
thought I wanted and thought I was in-love with), and then the effects of
the brainwashing lasted for another 2 years.
In the past 2-3 months, I had really begun to become uncomfortable with what
the "spiritualist" I worked with had told me about me having negative energy
(Having "inherited it from my mother's side"). That statement can really
make you scared, like you have lack of control over your own life,
happiness, and love -- that you need someone else to "help" you.
I see it as synchronicity that I have come across your website, story, and
FAQ section, especially since I just recently became open to openly
questioning my concern about what was told to me. I feel so much better
having read your story and the facts about Gypsy culture, etc., in the FAQ
section. Thank you for being so blunt and sharing everything. Your
information has made me feel free, believe it or not.
It's funny -- I was always confused about what nationality the
spiritualist was from, what language she spoke, the weird thing about her
"church" and going there late at night to meditate, and her "superiors". She
did seem to be from an outside culture, but I just couldn't figure out which
one. It seemed to be a secret.
The spiritualist con artist who scammed me is named Roseanne Stanley. On one occasion, Roseanne had
me pray over an egg (doing some ritual), then put it on the ground, outside,
where no one could see it. I forget how long I had to leave it out there
for. When I took this egg to her, she had me take off my shirt and sit on
the floor, in her little psychic room, with her (where we always met). We
were sitting on the floor, facing one another, and she cracked the egg into
a glass. When the egg cracked, mixed in with the egg was what looked like a
lot of blood (red liquid). She screamed, "Oh My God!!! Oh My God!!!" and ran
out of the room, leaving me there by myself. I thought that she'd seen that
I was going to die or something because she was so dramatic. A few minutes
later, after I heard her talking to her family in the other room (in what
seemed to be a more normal tone of voice), she came back to where I was. She
said she'd never seen anything like that before and she didn't know what it
meant, that she'd have to meditate on it at church.
A day or so later, she
told me that what happened with the egg was a good sign, that some angels
that were around me were very happy about it. I felt great about it too. The
night I put the egg outside, I had a dream that I squeezed a pimple and an
egg came out and I could breath through my nose easier. The next morning, I
really could breath more clearly through my nose. I don't know how that
happened. Maybe it was just my own mental power that caused it. Anyway, back
to the trick. The only thing I could think of was that she switched the egg
as she was standing up and taking the egg out of the bag.
I know that
other "spiritualists" have done this before, too, because one day, when I
was talking with my Uncle (he doesn't know about any of my experience with
this at all), we were talking about psychics and he started talking about
how they make so much money because they say things to people to make them
feel good. Then he mentioned how some of them "crack an egg that has black
come out of it" and they scream, "EVIL!!!!". That hit home for me because it
was close to what I experienced, and I never heard anyone say that before.
So anyway, going back to that night when she cracked open the egg in front
of me, I left her place not feeling all that mentally great. I walked a few
blocks down from her place until I got to an Indian restaurant where I went
in for dinner. They seated me at a table, and on the table (as was on every
one of the tables) was a small white candle in a glass that had, weirdly,
what looked like a liquidy mixture of yellow and red over it, and the whole
thing really resembled egg with the "blood" that she'd just cracked open. I
felt shocked and disappointed. I felt like, "Oh my God, what if she just
tricked me?" (I feel like me seeing that candle in the restaurant had to be
a sign/synchronicity trying to warn me or something). I remember telling her
about my experience about seeing the candle in the Indian restaurant soon
after, and she just laughed and said, "You're very American. Americans don't
have as much faith. Other people have more faith." I didn't think I was very
American, which I translated as "being closed-minded". If I was
closed-minded, I thought, why would I be working with her and believing this
alternative way of healing myself. Plus, I do read a lot of
spiritual/self-help books, most of which have HEALTHY spiritual advice about
how to have your OWN self power, and that we have the power and creativity
to change our OWN lives and heal OURSELVES. So I really didn't agree with
her, but I didn't say anything.
Another time, we did a ritual where Roseanne went into another room in her
house and got 5 pieces of blank notebook paper and gave them to me. She told
me to write down, on each paper, a different quality that I wanted to
possess. I wrote "happiness, health, love, peace, confidence". I had to put
each paper in a separate envelope, and put those envelopes under what I was
sleeping on. The next time I went to see her, I brought her the envelopes
with the papers in them. She opened each one up, and, one by one, held each
one over a lit candle, which magically made some handwriting appear that
wasn't there before holding it over the fire. This "magical" handwriting
wrote a different important message on each page, messages that were to be
comforting to me. They were comforting at the time. One message was, "Every
expectation, wish, dream and goal will come true" (or something like that).
These message were supposedly from a spirit (I forget if it was supposed to
be my spirit - I think maybe). Anyway, although I was happy that our ritual
"worked", I was still a little suspicious and I told her so by saying, "You
know, I felt a little like you're fooling me because the writing that
appeared made me think of the magic markers that kids use in which the
writing/drawing only appears when you rub another marker over it." She
laughed and said, "You make me laugh!. I know you're skeptacle. I can sense
that about you."
There are so many other comparisons I can make between your story and mine
(except that mine lasted for 2 years and I spent a total of $20,000.00). For
example, she was young, with young children who didn't seem to be doing well
or fitting in well at school. She spoke a mysterious language. Her husband
was a "car salesman", she had a church that she went to where other people
like her went to meditate in the middle of the night, a "superior" at the
church who she consulted with, not so great grammar, a dark look to her,
etc. Plus, the amount of money I had to give her kept growing: It was $25.00
for the first visit. In that visit she said she'd help me heal for no
charge, that she wasn't doing this for money. Soon she had to by candles and
crystals for me which cost maybe around $200.00 one time, $300.00 another
time (I don't remember exactly). Then, she said she had to go on a trip to
Florida to meditate and pray for me there (she said Florida was close to
where the "negativity" hung out, so she could release it better if she was
closer to it. Over the course of a year and a half, she went on about 3
trips to Florida to "help me heal". One time it cost me $3,000.00, one time
$6,000.00, and one time $11,000.00. She said it cost so much because she had
to purchase very expensive things to meditate on for me, and also because
there was this "healer" named "Sam" that was "her friend" who could assist
her in helping me heal and get rid of any remaining negativity that I "had".
His cost was $6,000.00 because, according to her, he had had skin cancer on
his nose before, and it was dangerous for him to go in the sun in Florida.
By the way, I never got a chance to meet "Sam" and I don't even know if he
exists.
I never saw most of the stuff that Roseanne said she bought for her to
meditate for me on, and I never saw any receipts. But I didn't want to
question her because I thought that would create negativity and then my
healing process wouldn't go as well. For example, she said she bought this
very special life-sized candle/wax figure, in the shape of a man's body.
This figure "represented" the man I was trying to attract back into my life.
She said that it was so his spirit could live in this figure, or rest there
while she was meditating on him, or something. She said she kept this figure
in the basement of her church. She also said that this figure needed to be
dressed in very high quality clothes to keep it satisfied and comfortable.
I, at the time, worked for a very well known fashion house and got 50%
discounts on all the clothes, including men's suits. Therefore, we went
shopping together and SHE picked out a men's suit (the right look and size,
according to her opinion) and I bought it. It still came out to about
$800.00, even with the discount. Just to let you know, I never saw this
statue, or the statue wearing the clothes, ever. I suspect that, possibly,
her husband was wearing the suit and shoes I bought instead.
But most of all, what I want to share is that I had a major fire in my room
because of the work I did with her. Let me tell you the story. I was only
about a month or a month and a half into working with her. In the beginning,
she had me burning a lot of candles and praying over them. There was a big,
fat white candle that I had to carve my, and the-guy-I-wanted-to-attract's,
name and birthdate into. Another was a pair of red candles, one in the
shape of a female figure, one in the shape of a male. There were other
candles, too. Anyway, my assignment was to burn all of these candles to the
bottom. I was so desparate and anxious to heal that I not only burned them
when I was praying over them, but I also burned them when I was sleeping (to
be more time efficient). They didn't burned very quickly, so I burned them
unattended, or while I slept, often. At the one and a half month point, I
was told to make a certain alter with certain symbolic objects on it. I made
the alter in my closet because I didn't want my parents to see it and
question me. Plus, as you know, all my work with her had to be a secret.
Anyway, this alter in my closet led me to burn the big white candle in my
closet too, like an idiot --- This was stupidity on MY part of course.
Anyway, it was night, and thankfully I wasn't sleeping, but I left the
candle burning unattended in the closet in my room while I talked on the
phone in the living room. To make a long story short, my whole closet went
on fire, and my whole room was destroyed. It was completely wet and black,
and everything in my closet was destroyed, and my furniture and bed were
too. I am so grateful and thankful that it was only MY room that was
damaged, and, most of all, that I, my family, and the other families in the
building weren't hurt, harmed or killed. The point to this story is that I
wanted so badly to heal, that I did things that weren't very smart, and, in
this case, I put myself and others in danger. When I called Roseanne that
same night to secretly tell her what happened, she remained calm and
under-affected. In fact, soon after the fire, and, I'm sure, because she
knew that I had received insurance money for the fire, she said there was
work that she needed to do for me in Florida and that I needed to pay
$11,000.00. Coincidentally, this was the exact amount that I got from the
insurance for the fire (actually, we $18,000.00 to start and my parents gave
me half of the money, $9,000.00, which wound up going to Roseanne). She told
me, also, that her "superior" had told her that it was better for me to get
rid of this money from the fire, anyway, because it had negative
energy-----Good way to make someone scared, huh?
One other stupid thing I did, because I had so much faith in her, and I was
afraid to question her, was I took a pill she gave me and I didn't even know
what it was. What happened was that I think I told her that I was feeling
nervous or anxious or something, and she told me to come over to pick up
this pill to take to make me feel better. I never asked her once what it was
or what it was for. This was SO stupid of me. Anyone in their right mind
would know how dangerous this was, taking a pill/medicine from someone
without even asking what it is, never mind the fact that you just shouldn't
take other people's medications anyway. But again, I just chose to believe
in her, and, mostly, I was afraid to question her or make her think that I
was "very American" or not open-minded enough. Don't ever let anyone guilt
you into thinking that you shouldn't ask any question you want to. Life is
about asking questions, hearing the answers, and deciding if those answers
resonate with you or not. Life is not about having blind faith and not
asking any questions or feeling guilty about asking questions. Luckily, that
pill didn't have any affect on me. I didn't feel anything.
However, through the year and a half-to-two years that we worked together,
she always seemed to care about me and be very into her work for me. So this
made me have faith in her. I figured that anyone who was a fake wouldn't be
so interested in keeping in touch with me so much and wouldn't want to know
how I was doing so often by asking me to call her and come see her so often.
But, by reading your website, I see that being "in-touch" is part of their
job.
I just want to say that my love life did improve since working with her. But
now I see that it wasn't because of any work that she was doing for me. It
was because of my desire and will and determination to grow and become
stronger in my character, personality, and confidence. I believed in what I
was doing, so much, with her that I had no question in my mind that I could
accomplish anything. And this mind-frame, MY mind-frame, not her magic, is
really what helped me to heal!
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