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Testimony of LJ

At one point I had the perfect life, in my opinion.

It was I and my younger brother, mom and dad. I had another brother that lived with his dad. Things started to go downhill when dad passed away and my older brother moved in with us. My mother had been having an affair which we found out about when the man she was having an affair with came knocking on our door! Mom packed our stuff and moved us in with him. She became an alcoholic. I begin acting out, mad that I wasn’t with

my dad. About a year later my brother started molesting me and it went on and became a nightmare from hell for the next three years. I finally had enough of the abuse and I ran away. I was gone for days before the police found me. I then was forced to move in with my dad. I became very promiscuous and actually ended up getting pregnant at the age of fifteen. When my mom heard I was pregnant she called me every name in the book! Some names I had never heard! I hadn’t heard a single word from her in the past three years, then out of the blue here she is cussing me. My dad was set on me not keeping my child to the extent that he had adoptive parents waiting in the next room while I gave birth. Thank the LORD, my mom came and for some reason put a stop to it! Why out of character. My daughter and I then moved in with my mother for a month. Later, I moved in with my sister who was pagan (a witch), that’s when the problems really started! I again got pregnant and I gave this child up for adoption.

Things at my sister’s house were crazy! You would hear people talking, things would move around, and things would happen that was far from normal, I might even say paranormal. I mistakenly had my sister read my tarot cards a few times just to see what they said, being only seventeen I had no idea how dangerous communicating with spirits could be. Things in that home got so out of control! I and my daughter had to move out. We settled in our new home, but could tell things were not right. Something followed us, ” an entity of some type”. I would later learn that this entity was a demon. At the time I didn’t think it was anything bad. It made noises from time to time to let us know it was there. I had just had our daughter and had to move again. I was sure it wouldn’t follow us. Well it did! Not long after we moved again, it followed us again. About this time I found out my fiancé was sleeping with his ex-wife, and he later ended up going to jail. Shortly after that I ran into an ex-boyfriend and we begin sleeping together. I again I got pregnant. I made the choice to have an abortion.

When my fiancé got out of jail we got married and had a son. We moved several times, but every house we moved to this demon followed us. I was always so mad, hateful, and I treated my middle child horribly. I also went through a stealing phase. During this time my husband ended up cheating on me again and having an affair, so I filed for a divorce. I and the kids stayed in the home. We kept feeling like something was there and watching us! When a friend came over I said, “I’ve had a ghost follow me for years” she looked at me and said it’s not a ghost it’s a demon! That very minute the air got thick. I flipped out! I didn’t have a clue what to do. We also started hearing growling noises and smelling sulfur.

My friend told me to call Dr. CK Quarterman, so I did. My oldest daughter and I asked Jesus to come into our hearts while we prayed with Dr. Quarterman. I and my daughter prayed to be saved while on the phone with Dr. Quarterman. The demon didn’t want to leave and it took several prayer sessions with Dr. CK Quarterman to get us delivered. We have now started going to church and I along with my oldest daughter got anointed at church. I am thankful that this demon pushed me to our heavenly father’s arms. I am now free from these awful demons.


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I was being tormented by a demon

I was being tormented by a demon,

it had portrayed its self as my best friend whom I lost in 2007. Even though I believed in Jesus Christ I had questioned GOD and why the things were happening to us. The things we went thru as a family no mother should ever have to go thru with her child. It was heart breaking and I lost my faith. I had been being tormented for about three weeks and had prayed and commanded this demon out. I was looking on the internet for help. I found 

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author CK Quarterman, I sent him a email he called me that night. We talked and tried to figure out how the demon came in. The next night on the prayer line, my husband and my self were delivered. After a few days the demon left completely. It was not tormenting me anymore. I prayed for God to send me some help, an he sent me Dr. CK Quarterman and the rest of the prayer group. I am soooo thankful an my life has changed. I am saved. I pray if someone is going thru this just let Jesus in your heart, everything happens for a reason. God didn’t stop the demon before it started, because I believe it was so that I could have a close relationship with Jesus. This happening was a blessing in disguise and this has made me a better mother an wife. I have a stronger faith than ever before. I am truly blessed thank you Jesus an thanks again Dr. CK Quarterman and the prayer group. I once was but now I am found, I truly know the meaning of that now!

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My testimony TP

My testimony:

I was raised in hard circumstances and brought up to believe in a distorted version of Christianity but after years of living in the bondage of sin and being a Luke-warm Christian I finally answered the lord’s call! It wasn’t easy, I kept falling back into temptation because the gift of salvation alone wasn’t enough to rid me of the demons. It was then when my auntie referred me to Casting Out Demons and after being a part of the group for a few weeks, I asked for deliverance. The group was experienced and made me feel welcomed! Now, demon free, I am more at peace and more in tune to the Holy Spirit then ever! In the short time I’ve been a part of this group, I’ve strengthened my faith, brought someone to The Lord , been delivered, and have peace! I pray that many born again , bible believing, spirit filled, Christians find their way here!


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Testimony of “M”

Born to an emotionally abusive father

(who I’m convinced was into the occult,) and a mother who I feel struggled to hold onto Christian beliefs (at the time), the days of my youth were rather troubled. The earliest memory I have would probably be one where he was watching pornography in my mother’s absence and telling me, my little brother, or my little sister to sit on his lap. I believe this is where my problems started. I was subjected to visual sexual abuse by my Dad at the age of five-years-old. I later went and acted out what I saw with my brother and sister, then four and three years old. My Mom caught us in the bathtub acting out and spanked us all. The spanking never cured the problem though. It became worse.

I began to target my Mom and her things only. I would destroy the home as soon as she cleaned it, break down wood of the bunk beds then tell my Mom quietly,

“Somebody broke…the bed upstairs, Mom…”

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Several times my Mom would actually watched me from a distance doing damage, cutting the sofa fabric with kitchen shears and knives, ripping down folded laundry to the floor, only to stand there in awe at the pain of her response as I sheepishly told her a lie of who actually did it. I told her I hated her at one time, went into her closet and smeared ranch dressing all over her good clothes, defecated on the back of her toilet seat in her room that she had just cleaned, and, when I attempted to walk out and pretend I didn’t do it, she walked in and caught me. I was forced to clean it up. Angry, I then went to my own bathroom and smeared more feces all over the walls and sink. I would only smile when I had the opportunity to cause her pain.

My behaviors became more bizarre in nature when my Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. I started to act out terribly as she fought the disease. I became what the teachers called a troubled youth, as I sought to cause much harm by way of conflicts within the area of classroom behavior. I was constantly in the office, trying to get away from a teacher I felt treated me rather badly (I once asked for a replacement homework assignment, and I was the only student in the room. She started screaming at me, saying I lost everything and ruined everything. She picked up a pillow, and threw it at my face full force. She thrust her arm out and told me “HERE!” and gave it to me. I was the only student in the classroom. I later suspected she was a witch.) I started complaining of body ailments, once holding my stomach and screaming that I had breast cancer. I even tried to take my Mom’s cancer medication as I sought to personally identify with her in every aspect of her life. My Mom had no car when the people in the office required her to come and remove me from the office, or for whatever reason. Each time she was always inconvenienced, having just returned tired from chemotherapy infusion, at my being the reason she had to walk six or so blocks to see about me, twice shielded under an umbrella and very slow because of the chemo effect on her muscles.

I also sought to get my brothers and sisters in trouble regularly, cut off my younger sister’s hair while she was asleep because her hair was longer than mine, and lied about everything I thought I could get away with. My Mom once was reduced to painful tears after I lied about her punching my tooth out at y elementary school. A social worker come to where we lived to talk to her. They told her later that the tooth came out naturally and that there was no trauma to the mouth or gums at all indicating a punch in the mouth, as I had reported to my teacher. They suggested my Mom pay more attention to me as opposed to my other siblings. But I found an ability to control my Mom by the incident, until she asked to see the tooth I held as blackmail over her head. She then violently threw it in another direction in anger on the bus we were riding home on. She almost hit a man in the face with it. Then she said, “Now… report that to your teachers, too, hm?” My brothers and sisters began to harshly dislike me and ban me from games and rooms afterwards because of my behavior that caused others so much pain. I later told someone else, less than a month later, that my Mom had taken me to a doctor who burned my arm with a hot iron rod to ‘kill the germs’. My Mom walked in while I was saying this and I immediately ran out of a door to get away after having been caught.

Mom was hurt by the incidents I caused over and over again as I sought continuously to hurt her emotionally, at times physically (ramming shopping carts into her back ankles, and of recent, pulling out her hair on the top in chunks after she asked me to help her brush and style it. When she asked me why I was pulling out her hair strands, I felt as if I were coming out of a trance or something. I had no idea why I had done it. I got up and walked quickly away. I never wanted to brush her hair again after that, I was now so scared of what was occurring in me. It was as if something in me hated her. But I was being told by something that she hated me. But how, I thought?

The years following were terrible. I felt at times like I was switched at birth, or something was wrong with me. I struggled with low self-esteem, overate out of stress, and had soon developed a serious masturbation problem. Throughout my years of struggling to contain my problems in secrecy, I lied often in order to get out of troubles I was said to have caused, without getting punished. Eventually, everyone blamed me for every little thing that went wrong and I was punished for my actions and lying by my Mom, sometimes angrily, to the point of having welts all over where I was hit. This didn’t deter me at all, for as I did things, but didn’t remember them. Mom said that trust was a factor and that, in crossing the level of trust others had in me, I had to regain trust by way of better behavior. She said trust, once lost, is difficult to regain at times. Trust. I wondered what that was at times.

I had also had a strange fascination with the occult, and I wasn’t sure why. Strange thoughts plagued my mind and I saw things that others did not see. I had recurring thoughts of stabbing my mother, and my whole family, as well as sexual thoughts. I constantly saw a Gothic looking girl, who looked like she was dead for a time. She wasn’t an actual person. I stayed mostly around my Dad. Strangely, my Mom later told me that my Dad later informed her that he was into the Goth scene, wearing all black even, when he was a youth in Nigerian and British boarding schools.

Eventually, I really wanted to make my mother love me. I was convinced she hated me (I think I actually asked her straight out one morning if she did… but she denied it.) Sometime later, my mother took me to church along with the rest of my family. I struggled not to fall asleep during the sermon. When it was over, I went up when they asked who wanted to be saved, because I didn’t want to be left alone on the pew, as everyone (I think my whole family — minus my Dad, as he always wanted to stay home) left to talk to church members. They took us into the foyer and onto outside lawn chairs and told us all how Christ died for us. Even my Autistic brother said the sinner’s prayer. I was surprised by all the scriptures they had memorized. I recall telling them,

“I don’t think I’ll ever memorize as many scriptures as you.”

The two of them smiled and gave me a personal King James Bible, brand new. The rest of my family received Christ and Bibles as well, except my Mom. She had already had a relationship with Jesus Christ and several Bibles, too, and could memorize scripture better than other of the church members who lead us to Christ. My Mom had already done so; yet, we did it again that day in front of all. So we started going to this church a bit more and I repeatedly had thoughts rushing into my mind like crazy that were denouncing Christ. I eventually left my Bible alone, under the impression that there were more interesting things to do.

Shortly after closing my Bible, I started seeing more strange things. I saw my cat’s face turn into a sinister face that resembled a man, and something that looked like the grim reaper next to me while I had trouble breathing (This terrified me, and I ended up sleeping on the floor of my parents room). So I went on for years, secretive about my ways.

Eventually, my mother and father separated due to domestic violence by my Dad. Mom sought an Attorney to help deal with the whole ordeal, but soon found that the marriage license was void on its face value, that my Dad had falsified the whole marriage for some 20+ years. Hurt, she had to move forward with her own life, she told us so, but this time with Christ fully involved. I believe God was on her side through it all. He still is today.

My mom got us a place to stay in a domestic violence shelter for women in a secluded area shielded by police and state workers. It was a whole house, and we stayed there for the three months, and as a functional family for the first time. We were really happy. I can remember Mom praying in tongues for guidance every evening, and of placing her Bible beneath the bed before sleeping. One day, my sister crawled under the bed looking for her earphones. She came out with no problems. The next day we moved the bed to find a scorpion sitting quietly beside my Mom’s Bible, tame. God was telling us something that day.

Two days after entering this shelter, Mom received enough money to stand on her own without the help of my Dad. It was while I was there with her watching lovingly over me, my brothers, and sisters that I wondered strongly whether or not God really existed. So, I sat alone, in the bathroom, and said aloud,

“God, if you really exist, can you give me a rash?”

I don’t remember the rest of what I said, but shortly afterward, I had a strange bump on my leg. Then it turned into a circular black flat mark with peeling skin. Eventually, I was covered in them. I had a rash all right, and I wasn’t allowed to touch anything until my Mom figured out what it was. The doctors took a sample and had no clue as to what it was. I was initially diagnosed erroneously with scabies. It wasn’t that at all. I was given antibiotics but was then informed by my Mother that the doctor wanted me to discontinue the medication and come again to see her for a proper diagnosis. A second visit proved futile as well. My mother simply went out and bought an anti-fungal cream and told me to rub it on the marks (I had felt a lot closer to my mother by this time). It then cleared up pretty quick (but there’s still scarring as a testament to the fact that the rash was really there).

After the summer was over, my mother enrolled us in school. I went to school, and I had strange dreams that highlighted every event in every single day for three days straight. I got stuck in a class with a strange teacher who was into the occult. I had a strange attraction to this teacher, and I wasn’t sure why (I recall this creepy teacher trying to hold my hand). The whole time I stayed there, I stayed by myself. The sexual thoughts flooded in again, and I was sure I was going insane.

We moved to another area, after having found a stable home and environment, and my mother enrolled me in a local middle school. I wanted to find God then and now, but I didn’t pick up a Bible to do so. Instead, I picked up a book from among several that said ‘God’ on it that our landladies (Who I found out were hypnotists, lesbians, and New Age and Wicca practitioners) had left with a Bible on top of it in our garage before we moved our things in. Believing that due to the fact it had a Bible on top, I figured it was okay to read. My Mom caught me isolated in my room reading it, inquired what it was, and then told me immediately that it was a book on the occult practice of calling forth spirit guides, that the guy who wrote it sought to get teenagers to open up a door to the demonic forces that later wreaked havoc on my life. Strange, that as I got halfway through the book (I think I got to the part when you called spirit guides), then, Mom walked in immediately to inquire why I was isolated in my room, and I, wanting to impress her, showed her what I was reading. Mom told me what it was all about and that it was witchcraft. I think she told me I should burn it, but instead, I opened the garage door and threw it full force towards the back of the garage.

Now, I had to wait for a school bus stop every morning, where I befriended a short Mexican boy who also waited there in the mornings. He talked mostly about violent video games, and I grew to like him. Then those sexual thoughts again plagued my mind. I hated those thoughts, and didn’t want them to ever come back. I went outside to wait an hour before the bus came, anticipating conversation. I woke up at 3:00 in the morning to get ready for school. Eventually, I made a Christian friend, and I met another guy, who reminded me more of my father. He had friends who were into the occult, and I became convinced he was too. When I went home, I started hearing voices like crazy. The three main voices I heard were my mother’s, my boyfriend’s (who I secretly saw behind my Mom’s back after she told me that I was to have no boyfriends at my age), and my Christian friend’s. I heard familiar voices in general also. Then, I heard one particular voice that wasn’t familiar at all. It sounded like a man. It said things like “I love you”, and I thought it was God. So I found myself saying “I love you too.”

Eventually, this guy I was seeing behind my Mom’s back called me something that hurt me very badly. It was something that my father had called me once: fat *B* (in other words, a pregnant dog) … I, wanting to please him so much (my boyfriend), that I started starving myself to make things right. All the while I was tormented, hearing voices (his voice and the voices of other kids) that insulted me, and that told me that I should just die. I had frequent thoughts of suicide at the time, and I was only 13-years-old at the time. The only thing that had me hanging on, was remembering that God still loved even a person like me, and that His love was unconditional. Eventually, I was shown the effects of anorexia, and what it does to people (I learned it could kill). I was also told it was a demon, and I might have been given Bible scriptures as well. I began eating again, and praying to be healed. I went to lunch with friends, instead of hiding in the library. I started to enjoy life. Without warning, the voices continued. I recall cleaning up around the house, and then being told by a voice (that man voice) that my boyfriend was dating another person. It even told me her name. After many hearing voices screaming they would kill my friend, I went and started calling my friend frantically. I asked her at school later if there were people trying to kill her. She looked at me strangely, and thought I was crazy. One night, I was sleeping in my room (that I had accused my disabled brother of molesting me to get, (Yes, I remember being very manipulative)) and I woke up with a horrible fear. I was too afraid to move. When I finally did move, I saw a man standing over me. His face was terribly sinister, and he leaned over all in one sinister motion. Unexplainable terror filled my heart, and I was paralyzed by fear.

“Satan the Lord…” I squeaked, “Rebuke you in the name of Jesus!”

I cowered with fear. I looked, and the thing seemed to fade away. Then I heard my mother’s voice say: “(Insert my name here), don’t come to me anymore.”

I wondered if God was telling me not to come to Him anymore. That couldn’t possibly be it. God would NEVER EVER do that! I went to my mother, and told her everything that had just happened. She told me to take authority over it and to tell it to get out. I ended up sleeping next to her out of fear. Whether anyone knows it or not, I will state, Satan works through fear.

I continued going to church, and learning more. Eventually, I gained some weight (Now at a healthy weight,) and moved on to high school. The summer before high school, my family started heading to another church. Thoughts crept back into my head and I started thinking lustful thoughts about almost any boy I saw. My Mom was angry at my choice of dress. I wanted tighter and I wanted to reveal too much, she said. I wasn’t sure why. We all got baptized during the revival the church had, and I came out the water “Speaking in tongues”. I couldn’t stop at all, and whenever I opened my mouth, “tongues came out.” I came home singing, and clenched my teeth to make it stop so I could talk. More time passed. I went to high school, and saw the guy I had been seeing behind my mother’s back when students were being enrolled. For the first few days of school, I kept to myself. My boyfriend (now ex-) repeatedly kept trying to get my attention when he was with other girls. He even went to the point of kissing a girl in front of me (In a very suggestive way.)).

I stayed with my friend group from middle school (they were actually rather questionable). Later, I agreed with the things my mother told me to her face, but whirled around and started badmouthing her to my “friends”. I dressed in tight clothing, and hung around with girls who put themselves out there. I started using expletives to fit in and listened to mainstream music. I became someone I didn’t want to be all over again.

Eventually, my mother found out what I was doing because I told her my “friends” said she needed medication. She was terribly hurt by it, and became much stricter with me after the very ‘’friends” I thought I had started to bully me. Seeking to keep me safe from several girls seeking to attack me, she had my older brother chaperoning me back and forth to school. She then questioned me if I lingered behind or came in later than my brother. I would always stop in the restaurant near our house for water (The summers are hot.), and come in to be questioned as to why I was late. I had lost my mother’s trust, she said, when I did what I did in her absence. She said that I had to earn it again.

I felt bad, but continued to hang around homosexuals, and some that used drugs (I mean what people called ‘weed’). I did go to the Christian club after school some, but then I wasn’t allowed to go later by my Mom unless someone went with me as I couldn’t be trusted to go alone, given my recent behavior. I didn’t want to be seen with my older brother, so I ditched the Christian club altogether. Eventually, later in the school year, someone I knew started telling me they were lesbian. They started reading pornography at the lunch table as well. They started talking about sex. I started feeling like something was wrong. Some words my mom had said kept popping up in my head.

“Iron sharpens iron…”

Eventually, I tried to get the lesbian I knew to turn away from it. I got church members from my previous church to help with the scriptures I needed. When she didn’t turn away from homosexuality, I told others in our group (gossiping) about her being a lesbian. One of the people I told went straight to the girl and told her. She was furious. So I went through the rest of the year sheepishly (If that’s the right word). One day, while walking with my druggie friend to another class, I was badmouthing my Mom. She turned to me, her face darkened, and she began to look demonic. Then she said:

“[Insert name], you need to get more into the world.”

I stared at her dumbstruck and went to class. Eventually, my Mom put me in homeschooling and sought psychological diagnosis for what was occurring in me (she later found out I was stalking this guy I had been secretly seeing because he broke up with me. That ‘guy’ turned out to be someone who looked just like him. He had enrolled in another school altogether. But in anger, I sought to get him in trouble with the Principal because he was found kissing some girl. Jealousy I guess…. ).

I stayed home, studying and complaining that it was boring. Then those sexual thoughts got worse. I started to have creepy lesbian thoughts in addition to the other ones. I sat around the house wondering if I was homosexual. I was seriously bothered by it, as I continued to masturbate. Eventually, I looked up on the internet whether it was wrong or not. I felt guilty whenever I did so, so I felt it really was. I picked up a Bible and started doing Bible studies by myself.

One day, I went and sat in the bathroom. After I was done, something was repeatedly telling me to get off the toilet. When I didn’t, I ended up doing the thing I had avoided for a month (or more). Hot tears streamed down my face, and I began to be bombarded with thoughts like “You call yourself a Christian?” and things like that. I stopped reading my Bible because (as ridiculous as it sounds,) I had a fear of rejection. I thought God would reject me for doing that. I also stopped praying.

In homeschooling I grew pretty lonely. Later, I started listening to sermons on the radio and returned to listening to contemporary Christian music as opposed to secular music. Later, my mother took me and my your younger sister to listen to this Pastor (who I listened to on the radio) preach in the high school theater for an Easter service. His name was Pastor Shane Idleman.

Afterwards, we went to a house church that was having service in the back yard while they waited for the purchase of a building in the area. Something was repeatedly telling me to get up and leave, now, because the people were crazy. A while later the woman preaching stared dead at me. I was arguing with my Mom to let me go home by myself, that I knew how to get there alone. My Mom told me to sit down and behave. She then continued to listen to the sermon. This woman giving the message noticed something about me seeking to get away from the power of God. Discerning the spirit I had without me saying a word at an altar call that my Mom literally blocked my path from getting away from then stood behind me to pray as well, this woman then began saying something along the lines of

“Spirit of insecurity, I command you to come out of her!”

There were tons of hands all over me, and I immediately bent to the floor as I felt something tearing out my chest. She then prayed for my Mom, sensing the pain that my Mom had in her spirit. Her prayer seemed to lift my Mom spiritually. Mom was in tears. The woman cast out a few more things out of other people, then was done. I was amazed, asking her how she knew about me.

“If it wasn’t you, then who was it?”

The woman smiled, and pointed up. Ok….

Afterwards, my mother took me to the store and I bought myself a few necklaces with the twenty dollars she paid me for chores. Then, I became self-conscious again; saying stuff like

“Is this stuff that other girls wear?”

A short time later, I was in the hallway, and I yawned while leaving my room. Instantly, it felt like a backwards yawn. I felt like something crawled down my throat. Something was in there, and I wanted it out. So I began praying and doing eight hour fasts. If I tried to fast for a whole day, I would get halfway through and feel like I was being stabbed in the stomach. Once, I promised God I would fast for the whole day, and ended up eating a potato. After the first few bites, I heard a voice say to me, “Do not make promises you cannot keep.” So I continued praying. My Mom had me stay home to watch my disabled brother while she went to the store for groceries. I remembered that my Mom said something about tarrying for the Holy Spirit. I really wanted it. So I sat on the sofa and tarried. I typed the following to my mother in her Facebook inbox:

Mom. I was tarrying…. When I opened my eyes, I was covered in drool and nose runnings. Is that normal?

Mom! I’ve got it!
I started speaking in tongues! It’s not stammering!
All I did was tarry and ask! Now I can’t speak!
Thank you Jesus!

As I was tarrying, my nose started running, my head felt heavy until my nose started running. Then after the snot came out my nose and the spit came out, I had a slightly dry feeling in my throat. I opened my eyes wiped my face off, then went back to it. I started speaking in tongues Mom! It’s 12:00 PM. It sounds kinda like how you do. I heard a voice say “tell your testimony.” I can’t explain how happy I am! All I had to do is ask God. It was given. I can’t even talk! All that comes out right now is tongues after I try to say a few. After all He did say this: (Luke 11:13) If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children: how much more shall your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to them that ask him? So much Joy, so much happiness. Mom I don’t think you could understand the joy!
The tongues, as I called them came out. My mother discerned that something wasn’t right, that the tongues I seemingly spoke in were somewhat counterfeit. She did not want to blaspheme the Holy Ghost, she said, so she told me she would just watch my fruit, see what became of my infilling. She then told me that in her infilling she spoke in diverse tongues nonstop for three days straight. Sometime later, I started seeing things again. I wrote some of the happenings to my mother as follows:

“I’m writing here so all the details won’t be forgotten. I want to tell something. I was getting ready to take a shower, then I started getting bombarded with strange thoughts and questionable songs popped up in my head. Cursing popped up in there too. I rebuked them, then started trying to think of one of the songs I listen to. It was strange, but when I started singing a song about Christ, I heard a very loud “NO!” I kept singing, louder and louder in the shower. Just then I heard strange things. Whatever it was was growling and screeching things like

” You’re insecure!
You think about sexual things!
You’re religious! What will your friends think?”,

…and other things like that. I rebuked it further and sang even LOUDER. The thing was growling further and further. It said something like

“You’ll end up in Hell anyway!”

I rebuked it some more. After praying, I heard nothingness. So I started listening to music on your laptop while writing my essay. So I might be here when you get back from the dentist. It happened in the back room. That is all.”

I actually remember deliberately leaving out the part where it said

“You masturbate!”

when typing it to her.

I soon began to see a black cat in my room. Nobody else saw it. I told my mom about it and she shared with me some of an audiobook by a guy named C.K. Quarterman. She then told me that he was a demonologist with a group on Facebook.

“Ugh,” I thought, “Who would want to study those hideous things!” I looked at his Facebook page, thinking “This guy might be able to help me….” I clicked the friend button, but then, due to doubt, retracted my request. I saw a spirit standing in front of the mirror, and I heard a voice say “I could make you anorexic again…” I told it “Satan the Lord rebuke you in the name of Jesus!” It stopped talking. I also saw I black thing standing over me when I woke up in the morning. I studied my Bible heavily, learning scripture. I was learning about putting on the armor of God. For the following days I saw a dark spirit getting closer and closer to my bed every few days. I told my Mom about that, too.

One early morning, I woke up because something felt wrong. Immediately, I felt like I was being strangled. My body rocked back and forth, but I was unafraid. I rebuked the devil, and it stopped. I calmly got out of my bed and went to check the time. I believe it was around 4:30 A.M. or so. I told my disabled brother to go to sleep, and went to see about whether I could tell my Mom about it. She was asleep. So I went to sleep and told her in the morning. Later that night (It was around 7:30 P. M.) my little sister came into my room telling me Mom wanted me. I just told her to go ask what Mom wanted me for. I heard my Mom say something along the lines of:

“Tell her to get in here now!”

I got up reluctantly, and Mom said she sent the things I wrote to her to a friend of hers. She wanted me to talk. I looked and saw who I was talking to. Okay, so it was a man by the name of C.K. Quarterman. Then I remembered, “Isn’t this that demonologist guy?” might as well talk to him anyway. So I talked to him, and told him what had been going on with me. The conversation eventually went from an internet conversation to a phone conversation. Eventually, I told them about my masturbation problem. Suddenly, this thing surfaced. They told it to come out of me and I heard a loud scream “NO!” It went on like that for a while, even refusing to reveal its name. I started singing and the thing tried to stop me from saying Jesus. My arms started shaking and the phone was acting up. There were several being cast out. I was being threatened by this demon with physical pain to my body (I’ll punch you in the face! I’ll bang your head on the table (which it had done,)), and physical pain to those close to me (I’ll stab your mother! I’ll ruin your little sister’s surgery! I’ll tear up your house!). Then, I also remember seeing that black cat in my mind, and then….

I started hissing like a cat. Out of my mouth were coming cat noises. My vision went blurry and I felt like I was going to faint. I remember it saying “I am a kitty!” Afterwards, the noises coming from my mouth were cow noises. This thing talked about how Hell was hot, full of maggots, screams, and that Satan beat them. It screamed “I’ll tear up your house!” That was an explanation as to why I tore up things my Mom worked hard to own. It actually said it had tried to kill me via suicide. I believe it also tried to kill me with a long wooden splinter to my throat (My sister broke my bed, and it splintered terribly. I slept on the floor, was dreaming, and then couldn’t breathe so well in the dream. I woke up, and there was a long, sharp, wooden splinter (as big as maybe half a broomstick?) starting to pierce where an Adam’s apple would be on a man. I was shocked, threw it, and slept on a sofa instead.) The demon also stated it had been with me since I was young (that explained my behaviors a ton.). It took four hours to get rid of all of them. It was around 11:30 P.M. in California when we were done. I started remembering Bible scriptures like crazy. I started really speaking in tongues and I felt a great peace. I woke up the next day and I felt like I was being hugged. I was finally free.

I know Satan will try to pull me into bondage again. That is inevitable. But I will stand firm and strong in my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I no longer bite my nails, or masturbate. I don’t feel much like anything but reading my Bible now. I don’t really insult my family members anymore. I can focus on God’s Word now. Thank you, Jesus.

Jesus is my Lord and Savior!
He will never leave or forsake me.
And you know what? Now I want to tell people about the one who saved me.
Jesus. Remembering the song my Mom sang: Jesus Loves Me….
Constant Torment.
Unnatural and Evil Thoughts.
It was horrible!
Now I am set free! Praise God!



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Confirming the Word with Signs Following

The other night we prayed with a mother of a 28 year old for deliverance from oppression, and while we were at it we prayed a prayer with her about her son. We received this testimony today.

The “short” prayer for my son has had great effect…I did NOT tell him we prayed for him.

Praying Woman
Randomly today he told me that for the past two days he feels that his mind is more at rest, and his thinking is much more clear!! The prayer may have been short but was powerful, with everyone in agreement. I THEN told him we prayed for him TWO nights ago!!! and told him he can can contact you if he wants more prayer. I hope he does! Thank you again.

Mark 16:20  And they went forth, and preached every where, the Lord working with them, and confirming the word with signs following. Amen.


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Invisible Forces

A true Biblical study of invisible phenomenon is where the researcher consciously ignores the natural tendency to jump to conclusions, and analyzes his perceptions based upon Scripture.

Invisible forces have confused and frightened both nonprofessionals and scientists for centuries, but ignoring them regardless of how scary they may be is not an option.

One might suggest ignoring the supernatural in hopes that it might go away. However, this just does not work because something is causing a very large number of people to have frightening experiences. Any scientist or layperson will admit this. Television is rampant with the occult and its myriad of invisible forces.

Our inability to understand even our own first-hand experiences with invisible forces leads many to draw conclusions about those experiences that are incorrect, because they are based on existing folklore, incorrect beliefs, or cultural biases rather than Scripture.

A stroke in the night by an invisible entity might be an alien visitation for one person, a ghost, or a demon to another. An orb shooting overhead in the sky becomes a UFO sighting for the Ufologist, a ghost sighting for the ghost hunter, or a spiritual doorway for the New Ager. A picture moving on its own becomes a demonic visitation for one person, psychokinesis for another or a ghost. A person may believe that they have seen an alien or ghost, when in fact they have seen demonic activity.

To understand what a person has experienced we must look to Scripture.
Scripture says many things about invisible forces. “We need to ask some very serious questions and demand some very serious answers.” There are many who sit in the church and remain stunted in their development. This must end!

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Demon Possession Defined and Explained

Demon Possession Defined and Explained

Thinking thoughts which are “not like you,” or which “seem to come from somewhere else,” or which “come out of the blue” or

hearing one or multiple voices in your head that are negative, persuasive, or commanding you to do something that isn’t right is a symptom of demonic attack as well as the sudden onset and attack of depression.

Sometimes the depression is severe, sometimes it is very subtle. Feeling like suicide, like life is not worth living, or feelings of hopelessness are a symptom of demonic attack. Feeling like something else is controlling you is a symptom of demonic attack. Feeling like someone or something is pressuring you to do certain acts a symptom of demonic attack. Feeling that something touches you, scratches you, or otherwise attacks you may be a demon!

Deep personality changes and creepy feelings, especially with any kind of phenomena such as scratching sounds, things falling off walls or shelves, religious or spiritual items being moved or changed (incomplete). Thumping noises, remote controls flying across the room, the power cutting off, whining or howling sounds could all indicate spiritual problems. Feeling attacked when others do not see or experience anything happening to them can be a symptom of demonic attack. Last but not least, violent behavior is a symptom of demonic attack. An aversion to prayer or an inability to pray should also be considered as a symptom. Demons also seem to have power and information not native to the human they oppress.

Because, man is a triune being, demons can attack the soul and the flesh. Think as man being a glass of water, a demon can grasp hold of the glass, possess it, but never be in it or own it. So many symptoms and combination of symptoms are possible. It takes a discerning ability of the Spirit. Diseases of the mind such as Schizophrenia, Tourette’s syndrome and various forms of psychosis were once regarded as sure-fire signs that demon incursion was taking place. Many of the people suffering from the above diseases can live active lives while on medication, and may not be “demonized” at all. A person should not rush into an exorcism without much prayer. One may not be necessary. Trying to perform an exorcism where one is not necessary can have serious consequences.

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A typical deliverance process

Now before you read this, I want to tell you that deliverance is a process and not all ministers follow the same steps in the same order.

A typical deliverance process:


The most important part of the deliverance process is finding out what the demons are how the devil is operating and what needs to be done in order to remove the bondage. The Gifts of the Holy Spirit play a very important role in the process. We must rely upon the Gifts of Discerning of Spirits and Words of Knowledge. Tonight during a typical deliverance secession Mrs. “R” had a Word of Knowledge that the demon we were dealing with (Strongman) was asmodeus. I quickly goggled, asmodeus and found that he was a demon of lust and was according to Wikipedia responsible for twisting people’s sexual desires. I had counseled with this gentleman earlier and knew his problem was lust and pornography. I was much delighted to see that the Lord was revealing its name. I therefore called it out. He burst into tears while we dealt with a few minor demons.

I like to educate the person that I am ministering to for a few reasons. First, this allows both of us to understand the process. Second, it teaches them to use the name of Jesus when the devil returns. I like to give them a basic understanding of soul ties, generational curses (what their parents, others, etc. may have done), strongholds, look for occult connections, etc. It is always a good idea to ask the person about their family history to reveal possible generational bondages. Describing how these strongholds grab the person will better help them to understand their own situation. Throughout this process, the Holy Spirit may reveal things or bring to memory things which may need to be addressed by the deliverance team. Throughout this step of the process, you may want to make notes of things that come up which need to be repented of, broken, or torn down. You should have a legal pad full of notes, clues to what spirits need to be cast out.

The next step in the process is going through and breaking up legal grounds though repentance of sins, renouncing ungodly vows, breaking soul ties, renouncing curses and hexes, and breaking generational curses. During this stage, it is quite common to have spirits manifest, so be prepared to cast it out, if needed at this stage. Keep an eye out for the times when the spirits come up, for example, if a spirit surfaces while the person is breaking a soul tie, then you can be pretty sure that it is hanging onto that soul tie and is upset that you’re breaking it. If you pay attention to what steps the person is taking when the spirits come up, it clues you into what kind of spirit you’re dealing with. It is also helpful to stop once in a while and ask how the person feels, if they feel pressure, confusion, pain; it can indicate a spirit that is manifesting. The person should also be able to tell when something has left them.

Taking authority in Jesus’ name, you begin to bind all spirit(s) to themselves in the person and cast them out.


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Can a Christian have a Demon


Can a Christian have a demon? When I began searching the Word of God about the matter of demons oppressing Christians, I discovered that the issue is not as conclusive as I had once

thought. It seems Christians are open to sickness, disease, and evil in every why as the nonbeliever. I erroneously thought the Holy Spirit and an evil spirit could not dwell in the same vessel, that light and darkness cannot coexist. The simple truth is that Satan cannot invade the spirit of the believer, but can surely “demonize”, afflict and in some cases possess his body and mind; otherwise, the admonition to put on the whole armor of God would make little sense.

We are composed of three parts: a body, a mind (soul) and a spirit (1 Thessalonians 5:23). The spirit of a Christian belongs to God, and their spirit is united with the Holy Spirit, but their bodies and minds (souls) can still be afflicted, “demonized”, or even possessed by evil spirits. Think in terms of a glass of water. An evil spirit can possess the glass of water, but never own or be inside of it, hence our spirits are safe it is our souls and bodies that come under attack and need devils cast out of them.

Demons can, in some cases, even take over a Christian’s mind and speak through his lips (Matthew 16:22). I have seen demons control the psycho-motor functions of Christians, even putting them in a trance like state to speak through them.

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How do demons gain access into the believer

How do demons gain access into the believer?

Ecclesiastes 10:8: He that diggeth a pit shall fall into it; and whoso

breaketh a hedge, a serpent shall bite him.

There is a hedge of protection around a Christian, but if there’s a hole in the hedge around them, it can open the door to a demon to oppress them. We commonly refer to this as a “door.” There are certain sins and things a Christian can commit that will defile him. For example, having sex outside of marriage can create unholy soul ties, which serve as demonic bridges, and can pass demons from one person to another.

Sometimes There Is No Open Door

I knew a young man who had given his life to Christ just before entering the Armed Forces. Out of nowhere, with no warning, he was standing in the presence of what he sensed as evil. This presence spoke to his mind saying, “You are going to blasphemy the Holy Spirit and die!” The young man knew there was no truth to this statement, however it brought incredible fear. Many times a day this thought would plague him until he began to say, “I rebuke you in Jesus’ name.” Hoping that this process would be over before long, he hung in there. He visited a few exorcists, but to no avail. At times, it was so bad he would lie on the floor and beat his fists into the carpet.

While walking and praying in the woods one day, the thought hit him again “You are going to blasphemy the Holy Spirit and die!” As usual he began to say, “I rebuke you in Jesus’ name.” When he did so, he saw a demon siting behind a tree with his fingers in his ears. He was in pain! The young man realized every time he spoke and rebuked the devil, it was causing the devil pain. This encouraged the young man to become ever angrier with the devil and he rebuked even harder.

This had gone on now for a period of about three years until the young man saw one day that the thoughts had stopped; he was free! It’s now been thirty-four years of freedom. Praise God!

One victim wrote to me, “My aunt got me into studying the paranormal (over 40 yrs. ago). She said she was a ‘white witch’ and was a minister of the Church of St. Timothy, whatever that is. Anyway, when I started studying with the books she gave me by Edgar Cayce and other authors, I had the experience one day of being raped by a demon. Couldn’t see him, whoever it was, but it was powerful and strong. It terrified me and was hard to believe it had happened, yet I knew it did. That’s all it took to get me away from anything even related to the paranormal or occult. Thank God I had the sense to know to get out of it.”

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