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I've been looking for someplace where I could share my testimony for a while now, and I so happy that God lead me here.
When I was young, I was raised to be Christian by my parents. However, they were not 'strict' Christians so we never really went to church, worshiped, etc. The only thing I can vividly remember doing is praying, and even then I only remember doing it out of habit rather then want. When I first started high school, I had a friend that I used to be very close to. So when she mentioned to me things regarding New Age practices and beliefs, I was quick to do some google searches to learn more. And the more the read, the more hooked I became. So at the young age of 13, I considered myself to be a Wiccan.
I always loved things regarding witchcraft, the paranormal, magick, etc when I was growing up, so when I found a religion that encompassed all of these things, I had felt like I hit the jackpot. I started gathering materials, buying books, reading and writing down the things I learned, even going as far as introducing my mother to some of these practices and my friends. This lasted up until I was around 16 or 17, then like these things do, they took a darker turn.
When you're young and just learning, you don't realize what sorts of things these harmless "protection" spells can open you up to. But as a depressed teen, I soon began to realize. Somehow, I went from being a Wiccan and only doing things that I thought were good, to looking into Satanism, ceremonial magick, demons, etc. These were some very dark times in my life and I believe that since I was a depressed teen full of anxiety with emotionally abusive parents, this really helped to open the doors to these dark things.
Thankfully, these darker things didn't last very long with the older I became, but even today I am realizing that these dark times still have left doors open. When I was around 18, I decided I didn't have a name for what I practiced, I just did whatever I wanted. I got deeply involved in Tarot reading, pendulums, spells, crystals, etc, because I believed that all of this was good and I was doing the best thing for myself.
Fast forward to when I was 19; I met the love of my life and got married and we moved in together. The house was small, but was big enough for the two of us. He knew about my practice, and didn't question or make me feel guilty about it. So, I continued doing what I had always been doing. However, in this house, crazy things began happening. Things ended up in my dryer on their own, we lost our remote and found it up in the loft (which you had to climb a ladder to get to), we'd hear running on our porches, and worst of all my husband began have horrible night terrors.
One moment that stands out to me was one night when my husband had to stay in the hospital overnight, and we'd asked my mother in law to pick up some things from the house to bring to us. When she made it to the hospital, she said she could see with her own eyes pitch black smoke and shadows surrounding the doorway to our home, and that she refused to go in and so sent in my brother-in-law.
It was just a few months after this that I really had my experience with God. I remember waking up one day in April, and I just had it in my brain, 'hey, I really want to read my bible' and the thought just kept coming to me without ceasing. So I did. I dug my bible out from my old drawers (honestly I'm not sure how it was even there after we moved), and I began reading Genesis. And it was like, right there something clicked. So I packed away my old things- my tarot decks and my crystals, and I began on the journey to getting my life right with God.
This has been over a year ago, and my husband I are now living with his family due to having to leave our house because of black mold. During the last year I tried to practice both my New Age beliefs, and worship God all the same, but I have now begun understanding that that will not work. My husband's nightmares started again, he has began seeing shadows and beings in the doorway to our room, and I even heard what I fully believe to be a demon, scream in the dead of night so loud it woke me up, but I was the only one to hear it.
I am now fully committed to changing the way I live. I am getting rid of these demonic things that open doors, and I am fully devoting my life to Jesus Christ. This is my testimony that even after all of these trials and tribulations I have endured, I know the Father will still have his arms open wide ready for me to come Home.
When I was young, I was raised to be Christian by my parents. However, they were not 'strict' Christians so we never really went to church, worshiped, etc. The only thing I can vividly remember doing is praying, and even then I only remember doing it out of habit rather then want. When I first started high school, I had a friend that I used to be very close to. So when she mentioned to me things regarding New Age practices and beliefs, I was quick to do some google searches to learn more. And the more the read, the more hooked I became. So at the young age of 13, I considered myself to be a Wiccan.
I always loved things regarding witchcraft, the paranormal, magick, etc when I was growing up, so when I found a religion that encompassed all of these things, I had felt like I hit the jackpot. I started gathering materials, buying books, reading and writing down the things I learned, even going as far as introducing my mother to some of these practices and my friends. This lasted up until I was around 16 or 17, then like these things do, they took a darker turn.
When you're young and just learning, you don't realize what sorts of things these harmless "protection" spells can open you up to. But as a depressed teen, I soon began to realize. Somehow, I went from being a Wiccan and only doing things that I thought were good, to looking into Satanism, ceremonial magick, demons, etc. These were some very dark times in my life and I believe that since I was a depressed teen full of anxiety with emotionally abusive parents, this really helped to open the doors to these dark things.
Thankfully, these darker things didn't last very long with the older I became, but even today I am realizing that these dark times still have left doors open. When I was around 18, I decided I didn't have a name for what I practiced, I just did whatever I wanted. I got deeply involved in Tarot reading, pendulums, spells, crystals, etc, because I believed that all of this was good and I was doing the best thing for myself.
Fast forward to when I was 19; I met the love of my life and got married and we moved in together. The house was small, but was big enough for the two of us. He knew about my practice, and didn't question or make me feel guilty about it. So, I continued doing what I had always been doing. However, in this house, crazy things began happening. Things ended up in my dryer on their own, we lost our remote and found it up in the loft (which you had to climb a ladder to get to), we'd hear running on our porches, and worst of all my husband began have horrible night terrors.
One moment that stands out to me was one night when my husband had to stay in the hospital overnight, and we'd asked my mother in law to pick up some things from the house to bring to us. When she made it to the hospital, she said she could see with her own eyes pitch black smoke and shadows surrounding the doorway to our home, and that she refused to go in and so sent in my brother-in-law.
It was just a few months after this that I really had my experience with God. I remember waking up one day in April, and I just had it in my brain, 'hey, I really want to read my bible' and the thought just kept coming to me without ceasing. So I did. I dug my bible out from my old drawers (honestly I'm not sure how it was even there after we moved), and I began reading Genesis. And it was like, right there something clicked. So I packed away my old things- my tarot decks and my crystals, and I began on the journey to getting my life right with God.
This has been over a year ago, and my husband I are now living with his family due to having to leave our house because of black mold. During the last year I tried to practice both my New Age beliefs, and worship God all the same, but I have now begun understanding that that will not work. My husband's nightmares started again, he has began seeing shadows and beings in the doorway to our room, and I even heard what I fully believe to be a demon, scream in the dead of night so loud it woke me up, but I was the only one to hear it.
I am now fully committed to changing the way I live. I am getting rid of these demonic things that open doors, and I am fully devoting my life to Jesus Christ. This is my testimony that even after all of these trials and tribulations I have endured, I know the Father will still have his arms open wide ready for me to come Home.