![]() Arnold Renz, who were given permission to do so by the local Ordinary, Bishop Stangl, in an effort to free Anneliese of at least six demons that were believed to have been possessing her.ĭuring the early morning hours of July 1st, 1976 Anneliese died of what an autopsy later determined to be malnutrition/dehydration, yet without many of the normal accompanying physical signs of such. The official rite was administered during the course of 10 months by two Catholic priests, Rev. the 39th anniversary of the death of Anneliese Michelīeginning on September 24, 1975, Anneliese Michel underwent a series of exorcisms. A unrecognized and misunderstood victim soul. The case of a young German woman who died at age 23 during a series of official exorcismsīy Glenn Dallaire on July 1, 2015. ![]() The Exorcism and death of Anneliese Michel-W hy did she die? The true story ![]() ![]() If I was given the choice again (to pick up and live abroad or stay at home with good friends), I know for a fact that I would do it without hesitation.The German book "Anneliese Michel and her demons" I remember a conversation years ago with a friends mother, she told me that if I did not choose to move to Korea due to my current engagements that I would forever resent my choice… I don’t think she could have been any more spot on. With my friends that I have made while in Korea, I am given the unique ability to reminisce on memories of foreign lands and international flights the memories we have shared will last long after the day that we all move on to other bases. Leaving everything that I knew behind was a very frightening experience at first, it was the death of a relationship and even a few friendships, but those that have survived are much stronger than they ever were when I still lived in the United States. When you live abroad and are given the opportunity to explore the world and its many wonders, you are also given the opportunity to fully understand yourself and turn once distant goals into realities. You cannot change the events which have already occurred, but as I learned young, you can do your very best to grow in their wake. I have met certain individuals whose stories I will forever envy and others in which I would sacrifice my entire being if it meant I could erase their hardship, I have learned just how differently each and every person sees this world, and I have come to embrace the past in which I ultimately possess. At a local Korean high school, I have been given the opportunity to volunteer and help teach English, which pushes me even harder to pursue my dreams pertaining to my passions. Since I can remember, I have had this intense love for photography and English, living in such a beautiful and culturally rich country has only expanded this passion further. Life abroad was different, but different had never been so good to me. It was a massive step for me to move all the way across the world with my father – a man whom I had not lived with for nearly 2 years – but with Nick by my side, we decided it was our turn to face the world… this may have possibly been the smartest decision we could have made in this life of ours. Surely enough, Christmas came to pass -and so did the next – and before I had even realized, 23 months had unfolded from that moment that my oldest brother, Nick and I touched the Osan tarmac for the very first time. I had only planned to stay the first 6 months until my first semester ended and I could return to live with my mother in Colorado just in time for Christmas. My days have started to wind to an end – with around a month and a half left in the land of the morning calm – and I sincerely hope that I may never forget the beautiful sights I have had the ability to witness and every equally beautiful soul that I have been blessed to have met along this journey of mine. I still remember my early days of this endeavor, the language seemed impossible to learn, the food impossible to grow a taste for (especially the Kimchi), and life in a 10th story apartment impossible to become accustomed to… but man was I wrong. In the beginning, the culture seemed vastly different from that of the western world – which I was immersed in for the first 14 years of my life. As the daughter of an Air Force officer, I have been given the chance to study abroad in South Korea for my freshman and sophomore year at an American high school on the base in which my father has been stationed.
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