Dear Nita:
I just want to thank you for all your help. You are truly gifted and know
what you are talking about. I continue to be impressed by your range of
spiritual knowledge and practical advise. Since you have been helping us,
our lives have turned around. You have not only been a great source of
help, you have more importantly given us the tools so that we are able to
use magic to help ourselves and others. Before we came to you we, we looked
for other knowledgeable people to help with our spiritual problems.
However, most everyone we encountered either couldn't be bothered to help or
had ulterior motives. What a gift to find someone genuine with their heart
in the right place. You have been nothing short of an angel to us when we
really needed it and I'd hate to think were we'd be if you didn't take on
our burdens the way you did.M\
Thanks again.
AW, California.
“In the summer of ’05 I came in contact with Nita via Robert Bruce and a few other people and you have no idea how thankful I am. I have a bipolar disorder, also known in some circles as a manic-depressive disorder, and have had it for some time now. I have been on many different medications and none have helped me in the long term. At first I wasn’t sure exactly what psychic healing entailed, it seemed too mystical (or possibly even dangerous) to me, but after reading the articles on her web site and doing additional research it made more sense than ever before. The first night that she said she would begin “going to work” aka praying for me and doing distance healing sessions I began to notice changes. She said it would take some time for the healing to take considerable place as my condition was multi-layered and comprised a number of different things. But it has been approximately four months now since working with her and I can feel a world of change, I have much less anxiety and depression and am steadily getting better day by day. I am also seeing deeper causes behind such conditions like mine and how to apply self-healing techniques which are quite beneficial, all of which I learned from her. Nita has always been very kind to me and would respond very quickly when I had questions or concerns of any kind. If you are looking for an alternative out there that would definitely make a difference in your life then I would highly recommend her to you.” -Jason
To Whom It May Concern:
I consider my writing this letter as an indication of the amount of progress I have made with Nita’s help. I write this out of a place of healing and a coming-back from “death”.
In order for anyone to grasp the benefits I’ve received from working with Nita, one would have to know a little bit about my case—“afflictions”, as I call it.
My situation has been one of subtle decline, a systematic eroding of who I am, so much so that even I did not recognize it for what it was. I thought I was all to blame; consequently, I spent most of my time chastising myself. The more I did that, the worse I felt, and the weaker I became. Now that I think about it, I believe it was the fear of failure that allowed me to live, for my inner self would not accept the world I was creating and that was being created for me.
The greatest battles were internal ones between who I was, who I wanted to be, and who I was becoming, and the latter enjoyed persistent victory. My spirit was almost snuffed out, and as I grew dimmer, so did my everyday affairs—money, relationships, career, self esteem.
Before contacting Nita, I was unable to write for almost nine years, and up to about six months ago, I had the greatest difficulty concentrating. I could not even read a book, for everything became a blur, almost as if a tornado was in my head. It’s difficult to explain, but I could not hold a thought longer than a few seconds without feeling as if I would pass out. On the contrary, thoughts would not leave my mind when I needed to rest.
It is important for me to mention intellectual activities, for as a college professor, I must read, I must think, I must write in order to advance my career. Needless to say, my career had swiftly slipped from a stellar beginning to plummet into a deep, cavern, despite my many efforts to set it aright. The pain has been almost unbearable, for every effort to arrest the fall ended in failure, despite the promise of success.
My inability to finish projects--the stacks of half-finished documents and piles of research data were constant reminders of what I had become—an academic failure. I would work assiduously to the last step of a project, but could never finish it, no matter how hard I tried or how great the desire to do so. So I would begin another with the promise of “this time I will”.
I kept wondering what was happening to me, for this type of behavior was not in keeping with who I knew myself to be. And so the battle raged.
My career was not the only aspect of my life that was declining. My friendship and social networks rapidly became smaller. Although I met a lot of people, they, however, would turn against me in a short while, despite being drawn to me initially. No matter what I said, people would always misinterpret my words and my motives (and never in a positive way). Consequently, I was under constant verbal attack, or people would shy away from me based on their perceptions. Whatever I said or where ever I went conflict would follow. I just couldn’t understand what was happening, for usually I’m a peaceful person.
It was like my words were poison, so much so that even my students began rejecting my lectures and would constantly challenge the simplest statements of fact or they would reject what I tried to impart. Needless to say, my evaluations were poor, and I was in a constant state of stupefaction, for I couldn’t understand how it was that I had moved from being one of the most sought-after professors in my department to the one people avoided.
Another “affliction” was that my old friends began cutting ties with me, and I had difficulty making new friends. This was in contrast to the person I had known myself to be. I was always a very social person, with a wide network of friends and acquaintances who found pleasure in my company, and I in theirs.
Baffled as I was, and depressed from my failure to “figure it out”, I retreated--being afraid to meet new people, being afraid to re-establish contact with old acquaintances, being afraid to socialize, for I felt at the rate I was going, I would pretty soon turn the entire world against me. Consequently, I began to doubt myself. I second-guessed everything I did or said and tried to tailor my personality to suit every context in the quest for some type of acceptance, some type of understanding, some type of communication between fellow humans. The pain was great.
The peculiarity of the decline (something like a minimization of the self) became clear to me about two years ago.
I moved from my hometown to the city to accept a position in one of the most prestigious institutions in the country. I was eager to accept the post because I thought it would offer me upward mobility. But it was not to be, for promises that were made during the interview were not honored (I did not get them in writing), and my new colleagues were not welcoming.
I finally woke up to admitting that “something was wrong” when my new colleagues would attack me, just like everybody else did, or set traps for my failure. The thing is, I could not even do a good job at defending myself, for my linguistic abilities were failing. I couldn’t express myself in a clear logical sequence.
Another thing that I noticed was that people kept saying to me, “I can’t see you”, even those whom I’d spoken with the day before. My students also complained about not being able to “find” me, even when they would have visited my office a short time before. I simply thought the whole world had gone mad.
As these challenges manifested in my environment, the torment continued even in my bed, for I could not sleep more than two or three hours each night. The last thing I read, the last thing I heard, or the last thing I thought would attach itself to my mind and would act like a jack hammer, drilling away for hours as I examined it this way and that sinking it deeper and deeper into my mind. The more I fought it, the stronger it became, so that only tranquilizers could help me get a few hours of tormented ease. Tormented because even in my drugged-up state, I would be frequently startled out of the stupor, as if being frightened by something. I would then have to turn to alcohol to bring on sleep, only for the pattern to repeat itself. Needless to say, I became a mental wreck.
I knew I was dying a spiritual death that would eventually lead to a physical one. I knew I needed help. I then began investigating spiritual matters, reading metaphysical works, searching online for any explanation I could find on what was happening to me.
Then I found Nita. I was drawn to her site and read with great appreciation the information she posted there.
Being a skeptic about astral healing and allowing others to “fool with me” has always kept me cautious. But the more I read Nita’s writings, the more I felt that she was an ethical person. I also liked the sense of responsibility she portrayed.
I needed help, and Nita seems to be the one. Keep in mind, however, the dangers of entering into such an arrangement with someone on the internet. Who knows what one could be getting into?
My suffering was so great, however, that I ventured to write to her. My first correspondence was a tentative (almost jumbled) inquiry about what she could do for me. In addition, I was flat broke, so my proposal was one of charity. I took the plunge nonetheless.
Nita responded immediately. It was as if she could sense my sincerity and my need. She assured me that she would be willing to work with me, and that I should not worry about paying her anything. I could make a contribution when I was able.
I was quite moved by her kind words and felt encouraged that maybe, maybe finally my nightmare would end. And it has.
In less than six months, Nita has helped me regain my spiritual and mental health. She found the culprit and sent him packing, allowing me space to heal.
Not only has Nita worked on me herself, she has also willingly shared with me useful techniques for protecting myself from negative forces. Her ALPHABET is most effective here.
She does not only do rituals herself, but she educates her clients as well. In other words, she “teaches you how to fish”. How empowering!
I know I still have a long way to go in restoring my life to normalcy, but I can report that I’m definitely on the path to spiritual, mental and physical health. I read at least one book per week now (often 2); I’ve written two articles; I sleep much better; I’m not fearful as I had been; negative thoughts do not hound me as much; my financial situation is improving; my relationships with people are returning to normal; I’m even playing music and laughing more. Overall, joy is returning to my life, thanks to Nita.
I do believe that one has to have great fortune to meet someone like Nita, and when one does, one should never treat it lightly. It is a significant occurrence. Undoubtedly, encountering Nita is an indication that the benevolent forces of the universe are at work in one’s life.
Signed: Forever Grateful
