Haunted by Demonic Spirits
It was Sunday morning when I went forward for prayer. Soon after the pastor began to pray, a demon named Fear of Death manifested himself. After much crying, screaming and begging for mercy, in the name of Jesus he was cast out. One after another demon spirits manifested, some identifying themselves, others refusing to speak their names, hoping this would keep them from being evicted.
Sunday night, as I went up toward the front to pray, another demon manifested. I felt a if my legs and arms were being guided by some evil force and I seemed helpless to stop myself. The demon flew at my pastor with my body and began hitting him with clenched fists. Over and over he kept screaming, “I told you I’d be back.” A number of evil spirits named themselves, and were cast out.
There was specific bondage. Before accepting the Lord Jesus Christ into my heart as my personal Savior, I was a ‘good” Roman Catholic. I went to church, confession, made my confirmation and received communion regularly. Without my realizing it, Satan had me bound in a trap from which I could not escape.
While in high school, I lost interest in going to church, so for a couple of years I stopped attending. I flew to Arizona to school and in my loneliness I started to pray again. My childhood prayer came back and I began praying to the Virgin Mary. It got so bad that I would be forced to recite the rosary at least five times before I could fall asleep. Even then my sleep was fitful and troubled.
I would wake up in the middle of the night and sense something dark and dreadful in the room with me. This presence filled me with dread and fears. It was during this time that my mother wrote to say that she had been saved and that her arthritis had been miraculously healed in answer to prayer. Her letter sounded so strange. In my desperation, I knelt down and cried out, “Lord, I don’t know what my mother has, but whatever it is I want it too. I want you to come into my heart in a real way.” Immediately a wonderful peace came and an assurance that Jesus was real which I had never had before.
In spite of this, I would be so tormented at times that I called Mom to pray for me. Pressures would then ease, but at night the devil would again attack, forcing me to frantically blurt out Hail-Mary’s before I could sink into a restless sleep, filled with nightmares.
After I came home, I received the baptism in the Holy Spirit and we heard about the Hegewisch Baptist Church. When I went there, I was shown the dangerous bondage in which I had been living. I renounced all occult connections and contacts, forgave persons who had hurt or disappointed me and renounced everything Catholic I could think of. That night I had my first really restful sleep in months.
My deliverance involved several sessions. As Pastor Worley prayed, a very vile and violent spirit manifested. He yelled over and over, “She’s mine, she’s mine. She was given to me. You leave her alone!” Kicking and screaming, he shouted that Satan had bound me and would not let me go under any circumstances. A number of times he spit in the faces of the workers, but they only laughed and praised the Lord. This goaded him to an even greater fury and he rained blows and scratches on them anytime he could wrench an arm or leg loose. He also tried hard to bite those assisting at the deliverance.
After his name had been discerned, the spirits began to lift me from the floor and slam me down. They also tried to pound my heard against the floor. Except for the workers’ intervention I could have been hurt.
This behavior subsided finally. The pastor continued to press the demons determinedly. Reluctantly, sullenly the demons admitted they were defeated and had to leave and loudly cried their names as they left me. The first to leave (and one of the most vicious) was Mariolatry. (I had been dedicated to the Virgin Mary.) After him came other religious spirits including Holy Eucharist and Worshiping and Praying to Idols.
Two weeks later a demon of Confessional and Guilt of Lying in the Confessional Box were cast out. After I renounced the practice of praying to the saints, spirits bearing the names of the various “saints” to whom I had prayed were forced to come out in Jesus’ name. Next the spirit of Rosary was rebuked. In my ignorance, the devil had been tormenting me to recite the rosary every night–and I had done it! Rosary was very angry at being uncovered and shouted profanity and curses before he came out.
The following Wednesday I was sitting with my aunt in church, praying when demons manifested again. Without warning I abruptly turned to my aunt and began to strike her with my fists and scream curses at her. Workers carried me to the front and another deliverance began. Fear of Men and Hatred of Men manifested, but they insisted that they could not leave.
A more powerful demon was holding them in place. When forced to manifest, he arrogantly ordered the believers to cease praying immediately! Filled with hatred for male authority, his name was Women’s Lib. My head began to spin and I felt faint. My body was burning from head to toe, from the inside out and I cried out in pain. The workers rebuked the pain unsuccessfully and steadily it grew worse. The spirit cackled and called them names like male chauvinist and fascist pig, all the whole increasing the pressure on me until I thought I would die of the awful pain.
A word of wisdom came to the pastor who told me that he loved me and would stand in place of my own father and take the authority of the father over the demon. When he did this, immediately Women’s Lib retreated to the pit of my stomach and there was an immediate cession of pain. Recognizing his precarious position, the ruler then proceeded to send up smaller, protesting demons in an all out attempt to hold his own position and deflect the attacks from himself. Suicide was followed by Rejection, No Love, Fear of Being Loved, Lying, Stubbornness, Confusion, Filthiness, Murder, Heresy, Incest, Temper Tantrums and Leukemia. Last of all came Women’s Lib, struggling to remain and threatening everyone present with doom as he left with an awful scream.
On Friday night a curse of Immorality was broken and within the next hour all the spirits which had come in under the curse left. Following this deliverance, a huge weight lifted from me and as the joy of the Lord flooded me, I could not resist running and leaping and praising the Lord. I was actually set free! 8
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