Witchcraft Disguised as Christianity
There was a time when I thought, "Why are all these bad things happening to me all at once?" They heavy depression, the fierce anxiety that struck out of nowhere and wouldn't let up. I even had intense anger over things that were so minuscule---I couldn't figure it out. It was only a few months after I had lost my mom. I even remember it was the end of September. I was so desperate to connect with my mom. I wanted to know if she was okay. I knew in my heart that seeing a medium was a sin. Ok ok, well God will forgive me just this once... I used to live stream and do cooking shows, and also talk about mental health. We had a nice group in there. People could call in and talk about what they were going through and I would try to relate by sharing my experiences. Well, one night while on the live stream, someone said, "Why is someone calling Lola in the background?" (That's my dog.) I chuckled and said nervously, I have no clue. Then minutes later, another question...
"Rose is right behind you giggling."
I stopped. That's my mom.
I clicked on the name, which had a VIP badge on it (usually meaning a legit well known person with many followers, etc.) He was a psychic medium. Everyone was saying hello to him as if he was a celebrity.
I honed in on him.
"Tell me more..."
He went on to tell me that she's okay, and she loves me---very generalized things you'd expect your mama to say if she was on the other side. I sort of became disinterested and moved back into the prior discussion we were all having.
"You found three pocket watches, didn't you?" he wrote.
I actually did and I knew one in particular was special to my mom. She hung it around the huge lamp that sat on her nightstand. The other two were sitting in the same box. One silver with a chain and a glass cover, and the other one was gold with just a small chain. Keep in mind I was upstairs in my office, while all their belongings were downstairs in a room.
"Please get the silver one with the hands pointing to the three and nine. That particular one meant a lot to your father. Did your dad pass too? Because he's here and making himself known."
Everyone in the room started egging me on to literally take my phone and video me going downstairs to find this. I set the phone on a table in the living room while I went to get the pocket watches. I found the silver one with the hands facing the three and the nine.
I came back to the camera, and dangled the pocket watch that described what he was talking about.
After all of the "wows" and "ooohs" ---I sort of let it go. I was scared to go further, because in my heart, I knew it was wrong, and I knew that who he was talking to were not my parents. They were what's called "familiar spirits." They can tell you every experience you ever had with a deceased loved one, making you think that it's them. Now, I do believe that your loved ones can give you messages and talk to you in some cosmic way, but going through a medium or relying on or (praying) to your deceased loved one is dangerous. Dangerous --- meaning ---- these spirits can attach themselves to you. Yes, God will forgive you, but it's not just that. It's a battle that you are about to take on that you wish you never had. And I had to go through mine.
Days later, this medium's words still resonated with me. It echoed in my mind a million times. One afternoon as I was driving, I stopped into this local cafe that had just opened up. They make really good Ethiopian and Colombian coffee. It's definitely a brew that'll put hair on your chest. As I waited for the barista to grind my beans and brew his 'magic' --- the female owner said, "Would you like to meet our in house medium? She's a wonderful psychic and does tarot cards, but if your faith doesn't allow, we understand. (NO one has ever did a business intro with calling out my faith.) Then I see this woman come out of a black curtain, probably in her late twenties, long black hair, a bit eclectic and on the hippyish side.
"Hi!" she said, reaching out for my hand. Of course I shook her hand and said hello. But something drew me to her. Her personality was warm, caring, and her eyes seemed to look straight into my soul with this compassionate energy wrapped around the both of us. I felt a sense of safety. And during this time in my life, I was so incredibly lonely, because I had isolated myself from all my friends and family due to my crippling grief. I just wanted to talk to somebody---anybody.
"I would love a reading!"
She ordered a coffee for herself as well. She made it a casual 'one on one', where I just felt like I was talking to a friend. We first discussed that we were both Italian. She grew up in an Italian household, so of course the conversation of food and Sunday dinners came up, and she didn't forget about the wooden spoon. I had the inclination that she would've been too young to have had experienced the wrath of the wooden spoon, but she related to all of it. She seemed like an old soul. When I mentioned that, she said, "I get that a lot." She lost her mother at a young age, so right there---I knew that she knew how much pain I was in.
So now that we had established a connection, she honed in on my vulnerabilities. She said a bunch of things that anyone would've guessed, being that they lost their favorite person in the world. She also stated the fact that I was lonely. Well, yeah, I'm in a cafe all by myself drinking coffee and getting a tarot reading....so yeah, pretty lonely to be doing this.
Moving on.
Days later I started getting the worst panic attacks in the morning. I would wake up and immediately vomit. The dry heaving spells took a heavy toll on my chest and back muscles. I was in such pain but yet, couldn't stop these weird episodes. Then, I started to get sick. I came down with the flu which put me into the hospital. I had what's called pleurisy. It's inflammation of the lining of your lungs caused by pneumonia. It causes intense pain when breathing. I literally. had to raise both arms up in order to get air into my lungs. I was hooked up to steroid drips, nebulizers, antibiotics for the pneumonia and ended up with all sorts of eye infections. My asthma made it even worse. I ended up losing all function of my voice. I had damaged my vocal cords from the constant coughing, which made my voice sound much different after I recovered. I literally almost died. While sleeping, I sounded like someone had placed a harmonica in my mouth. This lasted until January. I was the sickest I had ever been in my whole entire life.
It didn't stop just there. One night, (well morning actually) at 3am, I was in the living room reading an article because I couldn't sleep. Out of nowhere, I heard someone call out, "Debbie!" It was my mom's voice. I *audibly* heard this---it was not in my head. She called my name and sounded so excited that she got through the veil in order for me to hear her audibly. Now, you would think this would've made me feel excited and entertain it---but something felt dark about it---real dark. So I ran back inside my bedroom and put the covers over my head. The next day, I prayed so hard to rid of whatever and whoever was pretending to be my mom. During this time, strange things would happen around my house, lights flickered, footsteps were heard walking down the hallway, and I would feel someone touch my forehead at night. None of these things felt comforting.
During that entire time, I always had things like, singing bowls, sage, and used yoga as a meditative tool to relax. I held crystals and healing stones that were from a store that even sells things for witchcraft. But I just shrugged that part off, and focused on the positive side. There was no positive side. I not only experienced intense anxiety and fear, and depression. Along came the suicidal ideations and one attempt that almost took my life. There was a huge oppressiveness upon me that was so incredibly hard to get rid of. I couldn't sleep because I was experiencing myoclonic jerks and seizures, which is caused from anxiety. I went to a million doctors about this and no one knew what to do for me.
The more I spoke to my friend, Jackee, who would do these prayer live streams, it finally dawned on me why I was going through such a horrific time. Sometimes, I would just listen to her live streams, while other times, she would call me and literally pray over me, and my entire house. She told me a few things. In her slight southern accent, she said, "Boo boo, you gotta get rid of that singing bowl and a few other things that are taking away your peace." I had no idea what she meant. She also warned me about yoga. I said, "But they have Christian yoga." And she said, "Girl, they also have Christian witchcraft---please listen to me. Objects have energy. Get rid of all of that and stay away from any yoga practices!"
The vibrating and jerking is what I was experiencing, which would keep me up till 4am every single night. It almost drove me nuts, until I knew what it was stemming from. I'm still reeling in from it. Occasionally I still get these jerks at night, which keeps me in check with my prayer time.
This affects your nervous system so badly, that it can take years to recover from. As Martin Booe also states, "As with any electrical system, a power surge of Kundalini can damage the grid, causing grave mental and physical illness. While the channels through which Kundalini travels do roughly correlate with the nervous system, Kundalini is a subtle energy form that can't be measured like ordinary nerve circulation is."
Mental and physical illness. This is not the yoga I thought it was. And it surprises me to see so many dedicated Christians falling for this, without researching its origins. I was one of them! If it wasn't for my dear friend, Jackee, I wouldn't have made it out alive. Her faith in God and her prayers were so powerful, it led me to seek out other things that I was being deceived by.
And I know when I talk about these things, people think I'm some kinda crazy Christian. Yes, I'm crazy, but I'd be crazy not to look more into this sort of stuff. Be mindful of what you put into your body---not just nutritional-wise. I suffered for such a long time because I wasn't looking deeper into what I was "enjoying." It felt good. That's what I liked about it. How can something that feels so good, be so bad? Think about it.
What objects are in your home that possess evil or negative energy?
It took a whole lotta coercing for me to let go of my singing bowls. For one, it made me feel good---made me feel peaceful before my prayer and meditation. The resonating sound would send tingles down my spine. It made it feel as though the air was cleared. But the truth is, many use this as a source of contacting spirits, as well as it being used for witchcraft. One can argue that they've been using this tool, like any other instrument in churches for years. But many churches aren't what they appear to be either. I swept through my home, and got rid of things I knew were possibly affecting my wellbeing. Singing bowls, crystals, stones, even gifts that were given to me by people I knew were pagan/Wiccan.
With constant prayer and connection to God, repentance and healing, I found my peace. It took a while, but things started happening to me that I couldn't possibly explain. Good things were starting to happen. We found a townhome that was remarkably inexpensive. I kept asking, "What's wrong with it?" But it was perfect! On top of that, one day I was looking for my keys in my purse, and grabbed a bunch of crisp $50 dollar bills that added up to $700.00 --- the amount we needed for part of our closing costs. I kept asking everyone--who dropped this in my purse? It looked like it came straight out of an ATM. Not one crease whatsoever. I even did a live stream on Periscope showing everyone what had happened. The thing is, I never brought this purse with me. I always left my purse in the car. (My purse never holds anything of value---it's a big bag for water, Advil, tissues, gum, and other miscellaneous clutter.) But someone physically had to have put that money in there, and for the life of me, I still can't figure it out. They money didn't stop coming. We were blessed to have had the entire townhome redone with hard wood floors and painted every room a different color.
In all honesty, I thought after we lost our house, we would've ended up in a studio apartment on top of some bar somewhere. Hey---I'm not too proud to live in small quarters, but I seriously thought we may have gone homeless for a while. Getting out of this oppressiveness led us into better health and better financial situations.
I will never risk my mental, spiritual and physical health again by seeking out a medium or dabbling into things that are considered "witchcraft." It's not worth it---trust me. It seems so innocent, yet it will rip you of everything you cherish, like your mental health, your physical health, your spiritual health and put you into a pit of depression that you can't fight off by yourself. But if you call on the name of the Lord, with genuine intent to repent and seek a new life---watch what happens. And don't forget to thank Him, and whoever (our earth angels) who guided us there too. (Thank you, Jackee.)
If you made it this far into my write up---thank you for reading. I pray that whatever you are struggling with today, that God will heal and restore you like new. Be willing to give up some of the crutches that are making you stumble spiritually. You won't regret it, I promise.
Please remember: psychics, mediums and practicing yoga are all harmful for your spiritual and physical wellbeing. It is all witchcraft. Many people are practicing these things not realizing it's all a part of witchcraft. Get rid of the crystals, the stones, the pentagram (five pointed star.) It does not represent anything good. If satanists use it---why would you? They say it represents the five elements of this earth---but we are not of this world. Don't be deceived. Do some cleaning and watch the blessings start flowing.
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