Subject: Testimony from a sister in Florida
Date: Sat, 08 Feb 2003 16:21:43 -0500 (EST)
To: t&t@jesus-is-lord.com
From:  Mimibeth716@cs.com

Greetings, Sister Tracy.
Thank you for the quick reply to my previous email regarding dealing with
those near and dear to us that choose to play in the devil's world while
professing the name of the Lord Jesus Christ. At the end of the email, you
mentioned writing out my testimony of conversion. Well, sister, here it is-
the Lord's name be magnified!

As previously mentioned, I was born a 3rd generation witch. Now, my family
referred ot themselves as witches as they believed in all the "elemental
spirits" and garbage of the like. I specify this as some professing witches
do not believe in satan...although they do serve him anyway. The not so new
New Age beliefs were in play since the birth of myself any my 11month-older
sister. We were baptised Catholic and attended CCD classes. From there, we
were the "Christmas" and "Easter" catholics that make up much of the
population. My mother did hid neither her beliefs nor practices, as this was
acceptable and the norm in our catholic church. At the young age of 3 years
old, my sister and I were "dedicated" to our "guardian angels" whom were
supposed to "guide our spirits" growing up. Of course, this was strictly
demonic. The dangerous thing about witchcraft in this "elemental" form is
that those blinded by it really think they're doing something good and
"spiritual" for their children. Woe, woe, woe. We were never abused-quite
the contrary-spoiled. My dad (stepfather really, but the good man who stuck
around to raise us-Thank you, Lord) was a non-practicing catholic, but
didn't share my mother's and grandmother's same beliefs. Ironically, he was
the balance that kept us frmo getting too deep in ritual stuff, I believe.
Nothing immediatly changed at hte dedication, but my life differed from what
I now know to be the norm. I recall as a small child that when I'd get
lonely and a friend couldn't play, I woudl preform a ritual in my
bedroom-that none had ever done infront of me nor taught me- to invite what
I knew to be demonic spirits into my stuffed animals and dolls to play with
me. Most times nothing happened, but it was paving the way to disaster. As I
got older, let's say about 4-5th grade, I sat in my bedroom alone one
night.  As real as I sit writing now a voice spoke to me from my 2nd story
window. I froze in terror unable to move. Like msot children afraid of the
"monster in the closet" or under the bed, when they can't get it to go away,
they try to tell themselves it's really not that bad. I communed with the
voice whom called itself "Bridgette". When I ran downstairs to tell my
parents, my mother looked horrified. You see, Bridgette was the name of the
demon I was dedicated to earlier.  The voice didn't go away. I tried not to
listen, but really couldn't not. From age 11 to age 12 I went from a
respectable "yes mam and no sir" girl with a 4.0 grade-point average to an
anorexic rebellious child full of rage and adult strength who refused to go
to the school she was flunking out of. ALthough anorexic and eventually
bolemic (sp?) I grew in incredible strength. I don't remembr who's idea it
was, but my parent's changed our closet walls into mirriors. That's when the
"elemental spirits" introduced me into what I now know to be demons and to
the knowledge that satan himself is real-so very real. This is a scary
revelation that parents NEED to know as I didn't have "bad-influence"
friends show me this. (Quite the contrary, I WAS the bad influence friend
SHOWING OTHERS this.) I didn't watch rituals or anything other than the
worship of "guardian angels" and "spirit guides." My mother didn't commune
herself with demons and satanism either...not until much later. The rage
became known amoung our neighborhood as police were called monthly and I was
led off to detention hall for the night.  I remember one specific night- 12
years old and under 90lbs as anorexic still and the police were called to
our home. (My family was wealthy and we lived in a "white
pickett-fence"community whith tennis teams, etc.) 2 middle-age men police
officers responded to an assalt call as my sister,mother, and I fought
again. My sister banged up (also bigger than I) and my mother with 2 cracked
ribs- I couldn't remember how it happened. The 2 officers searched me for
drugs- which infuriated me as I didn't use. They found a blue piece of
"chicklett" gum (little square gum from Walmart vending machine) and said it
could be the drug speed. It was tested, and of course bubble gum, but not
the point. WHen the larger man went to cuff me- I remember even now as an
adult taking down these 2 grown men to the ground in my kitchen infront of
my mother, dad, adn sister! They had night sticks and guns- and I was
partially cuffed! I walked voluntarily to the back of the police car,
demanded a certain radio station, and the officers silently complied and let
me listen to my devilsh music all the way back to detention hall. THe
stories of my strength and then injuries fom situations like this are too
numerous to write.
Finally, I knew something was wrong. MAny incidents later- I wanted out. I
filled books full of poetry about my anguish. I was a habitual "cutter" adn
would often hide my wounds. Now I know that the eating disorders, lack of
sleeping, cutting, and finally suicide attempts were from the "self
destructive" demon assigned to all whom ever attempt to leave withcraft. The
Lord Jesus kept his hand upon me though even then to bring me to knowledge
and revelation of Him.  AFter hte first attempt, I was hospitalized going
through all the testings of for multiple personality disorders... but
compeltly healthy and mentally stable. The only thing they could label me
with was Attention Defficit Disorder...b/c I failed to finish the test! My
first glimpse into Christianity was in foster care with other christian
kids. I was far advanced in that stage though in ESP and learned how to
astrial project oftentimes terrorizing my family back at home and the kids
in my foster house. I knew how to work the system adnspent a year doing what
I needed to to get out. I continued hte secret cutting into my early adult
life... and never spoke of the voice again. I delievered my first son out of
wedlock my senior year of highschool. I took my son to church- b/c I wanted
none of this to become of him. It was there my heart broke that I was a
sinner. I met him on my knees at a private prayer meeting that July 19th. I
was delivered from all the demonization and all the ties cut forever by the
blood of hte Lord Jesus Christ in the months to come. GLory! Glory! I stand
today- almost 4 years later compeltly free of demons, with a spirit-filled
husband, and 2 obedient cheerful children that testify of God's greatness
and grace. ABout 18mos ago after intense battles for 2 years, my mother met
Jesus at the foot of the cross as well. We wage war togther, my family with
her. The Lord has brought us into places to witness to the church today of
the dangers of witchcraft. Sadly, we were laughed out of our own beloved
church when speaking out against the dangers of pokemon and HArry Potter.
SOrry tobe so lengthy, sister Tracy, but it started early in my life. Each
night I thank he Lord for his forbarance, adn grace to keep me in his hand
all through those years- as I kiss my boys goodnight, turn off the light,
close the door, and watch happily as they sleep in a dark room soundly
without any fear. God is so good.
Grace and Peace.
Amy
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