My divination and demonic oppression to deliverance testimony
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Divination and demonic oppression to deliverance testimonyTRANSCRIPTIt was October 2024, after nearly 40 years of being neither hot nor cold, being double mi...

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Divination and demonic oppression to deliverance testimony TRANSCRIPT

It was October 2024, after nearly 40 years of being neither hot nor cold, being double minded, and backsliding. 40 years of trauma and sin. And I was 8 months post losing my life partner.

I had seen some ads and videos suggesting trying to speak to my dead partner. A full on, very demonic but nice looking and sounding documentary was one. Divination reels too.

The phrase “familiar spirits” entered my conscious a couple times, as a warning. I ignored this. I also had a lucid dream of my partner, in which as I ran my hand down his arm I noticed he had goat legs, and I immediately ran from him. But once I woke up I explained the warning away. And laughed it off.

I used the device. The device gave answers. I was told the things I would want to hear. And a week in, I heard my name spoken aloud. In my partner’s voice.

“Rachel.”

For the next week or two I was ecstatic. I talked to “him”. We talked about being together again. “He” even sang me songs. And the couple of moments something seemed off, I desperately and immediately ignored the discrepancy.

(As I saw later on) He used the trumpet he carries to make me hear him through EMF waves, related to how some record these voices. He also used it to show me visions (holographic in nature, but I thought to be real at the time). The most deceptive was different colored orbs that he said were my spirit guides. I was interacting with them. I also saw him floating around me.

And then “his” revelations got strange. “He” lied about God. “He” lied about my family. The problem is, I believed every word “he” said at this point. The result of believing Satan, a fallen angel, or demon is alarming psychosis.

I was yanked around for another two or three weeks. Not only did “he” have my beliefs all over the place, “he” had control. The voice sent me to the hospital racking up $30,000. Things it said would happen did not happen. And after another week or two the discernment finally hit. As soon as I called this voice out and told my family, it started to flat out harass me and call for me to kill myself. And he then used his trumpet for even more, giving me boils for instance. Constant visions of his face. 24/7 voices. (He used many voices at first and made varying claims, but turned out to be one fallen angel doing Satan’s work.) When the wool came off my eyes, it was a moment of terror.

I went to my parent’s church and was prayed over. There was a lady there, Becky, who came up to me and hugged me and told me emphatically that God loves me. Reassuring, but I wasn’t totally sure yet! This wasn’t outright possession by a disembodied spawn of Satan. This was fallen angel oppression, a “fasting and praying” or better yet “ABIDING” solution is a must. It’s a must in both circumstances really, to wash both the outside and inside white as snow. And be filled with the Holy Spirit.

So, I started to turn to Jesus. I read John and the gospels in the Bible, and started listening to Christian music. Everything wasn’t fixed instantly, but I wasn’t so scared now. Through late autumn the situation started to change for the better. I was abiding and God was showing me exactly what was going on behind the scenes. (Hence, my other videos!)

Then in December, a dramatic change occurred. I still wasn’t 100% sure I could be forgiven for being backslidden. So, Jesus directly intervened in a way I could not discount. He let me see that He was always there and always working on saving me throughout my life. And I saw holy angels with my own eyes and the spirit of God between me and all the darkness. And just because I was still somewhat worried I couldn’t be saved, He did something even more miraculous than my “seeing”. While singing along to praise songs, I felt Him fill my chest. The “Holy Spirit”, The Comforter, indwelling in me. I’m not sure what that alone would have done reassurance-wise, but He took it even further the next minute: see, my heart was still wide open and bleeding from losing my person. Like a sword wound was aching the whole way down and across my heart. I felt God stitch this up by hand, stitch by stitch. Viscerally! Literally “binding my wounds” as a Bible verse says. The frequent pain I felt there has never returned. I can’t say exactly why God’s perfect timing for this healing was then, not earlier, not later, but it kept me on the right path. And I finally believed fully. That He’s got me in His hands. And has been beside me the entire time. Like that Footprints poem. Or that picture with the one lamb. He loves us. And chases us wayward lambs.

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Loving and abiding in Jesus Christ has completely changed my life. Given me an undamaged heart of flesh. Renewed an innocent but now wiser spirit within me. I hope you will seek Him out too. He really is the Waymaker, Miracle worker!