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Johanna Michaelsen #fundie jashow.org

Well, the woman was stretched out on a cot on a sheet that she had brought. The spirit took the pair of scissors, raised them in a salute to whatever force he was raising it, plunged them into the woman’s body, cut deeply into the flesh, had me part the cavity to one side. And I could feel the blood pulsing over my hands. Then, Pachita/Hermanito—so you don’t get confused, the spirit—brought out a dirty red handkerchief with a piece of lung. Sometimes we got the parts from cadavers. She had friends in the morgue in town. Sometimes it was animal parts. Frankly, psychic surgeons will tell you, “It doesn’t matter what piece you’re using. It really doesn’t.” But doctors have taken blood samples and verified them to be that of the patients. Something was taking place there. She took this lung, dirty red rag and all, John, and slipped it into the woman’s chest cavity, then passed the hand, his hand, over the woman’s chest and it closed instantly. Not many people knew that that’s what happened. We bound the woman up in a bandage that she had brought, with cotton underneath, gave her instructions for three days, and the woman was healed. Now, I have documented many operations—.

Johanna Michaelsen #fundie jashow.org

The long and the short of many experiences and many demonic battles that I had, although I didn’t recognize them as such, was one night when I was on my way to Birdie’s chalet. Birdie was one of the counselors with whom I was sharing. Thinking about something totally irrelevant, suddenly, John, out of the literally clear blue sky, this blackness enveloped me and I heard voices whispering in my ear, in my right ear. And a cold chilled breath on the side of my neck; and a presence of evil like I’d never felt. And believe me, I had felt some during my college years; but when I began working with a medium, when I began working with Mind Control, I would simply center myself, call on my good guide, surround myself in the “white light” of Jesus, and these things would leave. I thought I had it made. But here it was, and I couldn’t conjure it away! I tried calling on the name of my guide, “Jesus.” “He can’t help you! We’re going to kill you!” the voices shrieked. And I was trying to call on Cuauhtemoc, Pachita’s guide, and they shrieked even louder, and I broke into a panic. I started to run, in the darkness. And suddenly, John, what I can only describe as a fist came through, hit me in the back, pitched me forward. I couldn’t even call on the name of Jesus at this point. But the Lord knew and He rescued me from that. I ran into the counselor’s room, Birdie. She said, “What’s the matter with you?” I was covered with mud. Took me into a little room to pray for me. I couldn’t even hear her. We were swept up in a giant whirlwind somehow in my mind.

Johanna Michaelsen #fundie jashow.org

Pachita/“Hermanito” always had two helpers, a male on one side of the cot and a female—for about 14 months myself, as often as I could get into the city—assisting. And I would set up the cotton, the implements that were to be used—primarily a rusty hunting knife and a pair of scissors. The spirit would come and the operations would commence. The patient would come and stretch out on the cot, bare whatever section of his anatomy needed the operation. The only concession to antiseptics was a bit of cotton that was rubbed on the section; new cotton from a bottle they brought. And, you know, John, what can I tell you? I did not go buy chicken gizzards at the market across the street. She was not putting little bits of mica underneath her fingernails through which superficial cuts were made. I was not hypnotized. I had my eyes open. I stopped counting when I had assisted in over 200 operations—everything from inoperable brain tumors to lung transplants, which Andre Puharich, who researched a book on Arigo, another psychic surgeon in Brazil, and other psychics who do research, he said, “She’s probably one of the greatest psychics,” because he assisted in an operation in which she did an actual transplant

Johanna Michaelsen #fundie jashow.org

the woman was stretched out on a cot on a sheet that she had brought. The spirit took the pair of scissors, raised them in a salute to whatever force he was raising it, plunged them into the woman’s body, cut deeply into the flesh, had me part the cavity to one side. And I could feel the blood pulsing over my hands. Then, Pachita/Hermanito—so you don’t get confused, the spirit—brought out a dirty red handkerchief with a piece of lung. Sometimes we got the parts from cadavers. She had friends in the morgue in town. Sometimes it was animal parts. Frankly, psychic surgeons will tell you, “It doesn’t matter what piece you’re using. It really doesn’t.” But doctors have taken blood samples and verified them to be that of the patients. Something was taking place there. She took this lung, dirty red rag and all, John, and slipped it into the woman’s chest cavity, then passed the hand, his hand, over the woman’s chest and it closed instantly. Not many people knew that that’s what happened. We bound the woman up in a bandage that she had brought, with cotton underneath, gave her instructions for three days, and the woman was healed.

Johanna Michaelsen #fundie jashow.org

That’s all we knew. A little boy, who was born dumb, who couldn’t speak, Hermanito opened up his throat, pulled out a hairy rock, materialized—I mean, you don’t walk around with hairy rocks in your throat, right? The spirits materialized this, removed it, and that little boy said his first words, ever! My father was assisting in that operation. The doctor himself that I was telling you about, the surgeon with his practice there, he had a hernia operation. My father was there for this one, too. And he was describing in medical terminology, “Yes, I can feel, now, Hermanito. You’ve cut through this layer and that layer. And, yes, you’ve reached it; that’s where the pain was.” I gave him the needle and thread which Hermanito had threaded previously, sewed it up and two hours later the doctor drove himself home, perfectly healed of his hernia. An accountant, who has given me a notarized certificate of his operation, who said, “Yes, I had this huge lump there.” And I had seen it before and he is a personal friend of my family’s. After the operation, the lump was gone.

John Weldon #fundie jashow.org

A friend of mine was at a conference where some Satanists and witches were in the room. And they let out the power of evil in that room, and invariably, the most shaken people were the materialists and the atheists who sensed this incredible, tangible evil that they could not deal with. And I think that there is something very real and genuine that we’re dealing with here.

John Weldon #fundie jashow.org

To be sure, it's very hard to be an atheist, especially in the modern world, which may explain why so many atheists apparently have various forms of neuroses – the denial and constant need for suppression of reality simply runs too deep and eventually takes a toll, which logically leads to psychological problems. For example, in his seminal work, Tractatus Logico-Theologicus, the eminent scholar Dr. John Warwick Montgomery points out a truism: "Psychologists such as Paul Vitz (Faith of the Fatherless) have persuasively argued that God-denial is a psychological aberration, explicable by the unfortunate experiences of the atheists holding that viewpoint