Jesus delivers teacher from curses and demons of witchcraft
W was in bondage to destructive life patterns because of the witchcraft her family practised and the demons they invited into their lives as a result. Thankfully, W was led to a time of inner healing and deliverance where she humbly confessed all the sins in her and her family’s lives and was set free from bondage to a life in darkness. W is now living a new life. Praise God!
(简体中文 > 耶稣将一位老师从巫术的诅咒和邪灵中释放出来 | 繁體中文 > 耶穌將一位老師從巫術的詛咒和邪靈中釋放出來)
My mother is considered a shaman from the Philippines.
I can remember the rituals and spells my mum performed on me so that I would be healed of my sicknesses. I’m the youngest of three, so I know that if she did that to me, she would have done it to my siblings too. Growing up, I was exposed to all kinds of witchcraft.
Since young, I had been seeking the Lord and kept being turned away from Him by the people around me. It wasn’t like “you’re not allowed to come here”, but trying to go to a church felt like trying to join an exclusive club. You needed to have membership. So I asked how to get the membership and they didn’t have a straight answer. I kept feeling discouraged to seek God. It was more of an emotional rejection. My Sunday school teacher called me stubborn. Christians whom I asked questions didn’t know the answer to some of the questions I had about God. Some of them even encouraged their children to turn away from me.
This made me believe that God was not for me, so I had to turn to the demons that my mother exposed me to.
I would explore different religious ideas, just to see which one was willing to accept me. I was in a multi-ethnic primary school, so we celebrated cultural days often. I got to learn about other people’s cultures and gods. So I was already primed into turning away from the one true God. Then, my grandma gave me a Harry Potter book to read, but I couldn’t read the first page. I kept falling asleep (it was the Lord’s protection). Then my school had us read the books, so I decided that a witch wouldn’t be so bad.
At 11, I was calling myself a Catholic-witch because of Harry Potter. I even gave myself a name, Hazel Ponder. Then the movies came out and all of a sudden, people who didn’t like me wanted to be friends with me.
My grandmother gave me a perfume maker, and I used it to make potions.
I learned spells that were different from my mum’s and even asked if we could go to Salem Massachusetts (where the witch trials happened) when we went to Boston for holiday. I would play “witch” games with friends or anything that they wanted to try and explore, like ouija boards. I didn’t initiate the games but I didn’t discourage them either. I would even perform some of the spells my mom taught me to make me feel safe onto them like sprinkling salt, card reading, fortune telling. Even their helpers started to ask me to read their fortunes. I don’t blame myself for the curses that my family suffered as a result of their witchcraft, but I can now recognise the curses and demonic influences that were on me.
I was 12 when my sister was 16 years old. I believe she was raped and my parents forced her to keep the child. I didn’t recognise it, of course, but demons started to really settle into our family. By the time I was 14 or 15, the demons settled into my life, I began to really carry this identity of “witch” around me.
I would dress in black clothes only, wear lolita or gothic outfits.
I started dating and my mum was giving hints that I should get married to my boyfriend, etc. I engaged in sexual behaviour and was suffering in my education. I was about 13 or 14 years old when I begged my parents to let me go to a different school. They didn’t let me go, so I ran away from home, was caught by police, and then punished at home.
But God is good. Throughout my life, He watched over me and gave me hints of His presence. I became very good friends with a girl who was a Jehovah’s Witness, and she walked alongside me in my Christian curiosity. Because of her, I finally moved to a different school and took my education seriously.
Although I took my education seriously, I was still in secondary school at 18 because I repeatedly failed my grades.
My mother kept cursing me to live a life of sexual sin by telling me that “if you fail another course, you should just be a prostitute”.
Her words have echoed in my heart to this day.
My schooling life made me believe I was too stupid to improve my life. But I wanted to keep trying anyway. God’s mercy gave me resilience, I guess.
In my 20’s, I was still struggling to complete my high school diploma. I really fell into hell. I met a guy who had so many family curses and whose demons passed to me, and I met so many other men who would continue to abuse me. I thought I would be safer when my family moved to another country, but no, I was drugged and raped multiple times by different people on different occasions.
My family almost went through divorce because of infidelity, my sister would get into a relationship and break up multiple times. Some of those boyfriends attempted to sexually assault me. Then she had her second child.
It seemed like my world was crashing and falling apart.
Thank God for planting the seeds of His grace in my life because after we moved, some Jehovah’s Witnesses came to our door to preach about Jesus. Because of my good childhood friend, I agreed to meet them for Bible studies and learned about God. I was committed to accept Jesus in my life, but they told me I couldn’t get baptised because I was baptised as a child and no church was willing to baptise me. But God has been telling me to get baptised in full water immersion since I was 21 years old.
So I turned away from them and turned to New Age Yoga, meditation and other religious things – definitely becoming like a hippie, calling God “the Universe”. I was happy for a little bit. Even though I read the Bible and did multiple Bible studies, I didn’t really know God. Otherwise I wouldn’t have called Him “the Universe”. I finished my studies and even finished my university. I focused on commitment in my relationships, building trust and learning to grow.
But God wanted me to truly know Him, so I went through my own personal hell with my boyfriend, then my family went through their second hell. My sister and brother-in-law fell deeply into drug addiction. Their children’s kindergarten had contacted me because I was the emergency contact, as the children had been skipping school. After I learned of this, it began to make sense why the children called me every morning to ask if I could go to them. My sister would lie and say everything was fine. Then I later learned that her husband was physically abusing her.
I guess I was praying at the time but I didn’t know I was. I had to be brought not just to my knees but be made really desperate for God. He stripped me of my understanding and pride.
I became more open to the Holy Spirit and recognised that that was Him who had been trying to speak to me.
My boyfriend, by God’s grace, said he needed God. So we went to church together in England. I felt this strange calmness in the midst of my chaos because I did know God. I had read the Bible already. I knew that all of the signs that He was dropping me were from the Holy Spirit and not just some coincidence. We met so many Spirit-filled Christians and not just lukewarm Christians.
Of course, the battle was not over! I still needed deliverance.
My boyfriend and I moved back to Asia. My depression was so bad, the demons were manifesting everyday. I cried out to God if I could die. I even had a plan, that I would go hiking everyday to make it look like I was normal. If I saw a snake, I would just let it attack me so that my insurance wouldn’t be invalid, as it would say “snake poisoning” on my death certificate. God literally had a snake right outside my door the next day. I was terrified. It was like God was saying “I choose when you die and how you die, and if this is what you really want, I will do it”. I later learned that it was a rat snake and not very poisonous but still I testified of God’s goodness in my Alpha group.
And God continued to press into my heart, “Get baptised”.
I tried to go to my local pastor for deliverance from witchcraft, and the person he directed me to never replied to me. So I knew that it had to be someone who was not from my church. Then my pastor recommended a workshop on inner healing and deliverance. So we attended the first session. God in His quiet voice and my extreme nervousness told me, “The instructor will baptise you”. So I asked her if I could be baptised by water. She immediately asked if I’ve ever had deliverance before and if there was anything I needed deliverance from. I knew right away it was the Holy Spirit.
At my deliverance, I was so afraid of manifesting. Before I even got to the room, the demons told me “not to trust the instructor” and that “I would hurt her” if I continued with the deliverance. But as soon as I opened the door, the instructor immediately told me, “It’s not your fault” and I knew that this was the Holy Spirit speaking through her. It gave me comfort. I was afraid that I would be a danger to her so I started to clench my hands so I wouldn’t attack her. The instructor noticed that and told me to keep my hands open as if in worship and praise to the Father as she was praying.
Then for the first time, my spiritual eyes opened to see my guardian angel in full armour.
I felt relieved because I knew the demons could not make me hurt her. I saw some other angels but I couldn’t see them as clearly. I saw heaven’s gate open as I presented myself to God. He brought judgement on my accusers (the demons) while I renounced everything, not just witchcraft, but many things from my family bloodline and all the people I had sexual relationships with (because their demons also spread to me). I also renounced all the immoral places we visited, all of the people I talked with, situations that encouraged killing, stealing, or destroying in the physical, emotional, and spiritual sense.
Towards the end, I had a vision where I saw that I was clothed in white as I received my identity in Jesus. I cried during the deliverance both in sorrow and in joy because I finally felt the love of the Father.
After deliverance, my mind is so much more clear, and I continue to feel this great sense of freedom increasing daily.
The demons have left me, they cannot be inside me anymore, but some still continue to taunt me and bully me. Then, when I got baptised in the sea by the instructor, there was a great light right above my eyes. I had to turn away and close my eyes because it was too bright. I felt clean, I felt free, I felt like my life was restored back to me.
And now God continues to show me through visions, dreams, and signs about things that I didn’t really understand before but are now given to me with clarity. I have greater discernment.
I’m also learning to give myself compassion when I make mistakes. It’s like I’m a kid again, learning to live for the first time.
The voices that condemned me have stopped, my rumination cycles have stopped, and God gently guides me on how to deal with my family problems, because I can’t cast out the demons in my family. They need to surrender to God themselves. God told me He is watching over them so I just need to focus on myself so that I can fulfill His will over my life. My family’s strongholds no longer affect me.
I don’t see demons as scary anymore, just annoying pests.
Even my sister is starting to show some improvements in her life! She actually attends church from time to time, even if the excuse is to see her children there. She needs her own deliverance and God is making a way for her!
I share my testimony in great detail because I want everyone to know that God has always been there, Jesus has always been there, and the Holy Spirit has been trying to get my attention but maybe I was too blinded by worldly New Age things and other “idols”.
Our God is greater, stronger, and higher than any other. Our God is the Healer.
Praise and Glory be to God! Hallelujah! He has rescued me, and He will heal you too!