One day I went to church high. My pastor did an alter call and he
rarely does alter calls, I'm guessing because our church is so small. I was one of the few that approached the alter. Pastor laid a hand on me and began to pray and I began weeping. After an extended time of me there crying, he finally asked me what was wrong. I said, "Drugs." He said something like, "Oh, so you have some unclean spirits you want to deal with?" I said, "I've never thought of it that way, but it makes sense and I guess I do!" So he began by asking if I could hear anything they were saying and I sat for a moment trying to make sense of it all and listen and see if I could hear anything, and then I uttered, "it says its name is Satan!" He looked at me and said "you're not Satan!" He then told me he needed to close service so he made me go sit while he closed and then brought me into his office and taught me about deliverance and the existence of unclean spirits. I had heard about them in the bible but never actually understood how any of that applies to reality. He set up an appointment to have a deliverance session and then sent me home with material to watch and read to prepare me for the session.
At the session we probably went through every point in my life that made my conscience unclean or any sinful deed I had done. He must have commanded some 20 demons to leave and we wrote down all the names of them and why they were there / what assignment they were on. We spent 9 hours doing this, my pastor wasn't very experienced in this but he was confident in the supreme authority of Jesus Christ so we pressed through this and by the end of it, we had dealt with a myriad of issues I had concerning God, sin, and much unclarity of my conscience.
I got home and had something like a vision when I pulled in my driveway. It looked like I was pulling into a cesspool of darkness, a den of snakes. When I put the car in park it hit me - they have to obey the authority that is in the name of Jesus Christ. They are bound in that name. They cannot lie to this authority. I called my pastor to reaffirm everything he had taught me. I then began commanding all kinds of demons in the property to tell me their names and why they were there and that they could not stay. I finally walked inside and something told me to go outside to the back porch because in the past I had multiple accounts of seeing a vision of something like a vortex, like a demonic force or hex of some sort with 4 corners, and each corner had a spiked bone that curved inward toward the vortex. When I went out there I commanded it to be destroyed in the name of Jesus.
After I had done this I saw something like a wisp, a vapor, something like a spirit in the wind in the corner of my eye, a very feint light that was the color red, I turned my head to look at it and it noticed I could see it. It immediately fled from my sight and what happened next I will never forget.
I began to physically smell garbage and rotting eggs or flesh, like sulphur. I looked around the porch and looked over the porch for a bag of garbage so I could throw it away. The smell was getting worse and I couldn't tell where it was coming from. I began to feel incredibly uncomfortable and then it happened... It manifested before me. It looked like a feint sun with a strange looking face inside the feint image of a sun with a hundred stars floating around it. I knew what it was. It was a demonic "prince" with his army of minions and they caught wiff of what I was doing. I began to become fearful and it began to grit it's teeth with an evil smile. And then moved behind me and stood 12 feet tall breathing down my back with something like a knife in its hand. I had the biggest fear in my gut, I felt like my bowels were about to drop, and I looked down as it stood breathing down my back trying to scare me and I told it to go away in the name of Jesus. It immediately got sucked into the air and floated around in the atmosphere.
It was floating around in the sky for a while, probably a couple of years, i feel like now it had took up a new asignment somewhere else on the earth.
I had roommates in the house I was living in. We were always doing drugs then. Someone told me about a job about a month after I quit drugs because of this major episode in my life. I took it up and passed the drug test. I got in a car wreck the day of my interview. I got the wrecker to drop me off there anyways and they were impressed I had gotten in a wreck and wanted the job that much that I showed up there anyways. I ended up getting the job. My father figure offered to take me in and move in with him after he heard this testimony. I accepted and left that drugged up environment behind me and all the people in it. I cut them out of my life. My father figure bought me a used truck. I had a stable home, a car and a great job now. I was clean from drugs. I since saved up enough money to buy a house and get married.
I can't say life is perfect now but God plucked me from that old life I had because of my confession and desire to change and planted me in a sort of promised land he had in store for me. I feel like there could be an even better promised land for me too if I seize the right opportunities and do what is right
I just wanted to share my testimony of how I overcame drugs and what God has done for me. Thanks for reading
