Y’know what the problem is? The occult is fun
and fascinating. Plus, it’s sort of acceptable; I
mean, a lot of adults read their horoscope and
watch Sightings and even call the Psychic hotline.
That’s what makes it so hard to resist. It’s fun
for a while to do, and even to be “evil”, y’know?
I mean, dressing in black, looking sinister is a good
way to scare people, freak out your parents, and
assert yourself and your “identity.”
Here’s the big problem. There’s more to it than
you know. I know what I’m talking about.
I was born to do that stuff. And I was good at
it. It was part of my “training” to eventually
become a sorcerer as part of a powerful satanic
cult.
Before I was ten, I could leave my body at
night, make clay figures that came alive in the
darkness, and could make the Ouija board work by
myself. I had already gone through “initiations”
including satanic ceremonies, getting gang raped and
even seeing someone die. They called on demons to
be with me, and they were with me all the time,
though I was too young to know what they were.
All I knew is that I felt special…important.
Plus I scared people with what I could do, and
that really made me feel powerful, y’know?
Especially scaring off all the jerks at school
that used to pick on me. Not anymore!
By the time I was fourteen I had broken all
my own promises not to do black magick, and I was
losing control. The “spirits” I used to “control”
were now evil entities who were controlling me. I
could feel them peering out from behind my own
eyes.
I was addicted, as much as any drug addict. I
had to have more “power”, but the more I got,
the less I was “me” and the more this “other”
took over. When I cursed someone and they died
that night, I knew I was beyond hope. I
belonged to the devil now, and even if I wanted
out, I couldn’t get out. It was too late for me.
Something started to happen, though. I
hitchhiked to get around, and I kept getting picked
up by religious freaks. Telling me Jesus loved me,
which I really thought was a lie, and even if He
was real, He couldn’t ever love an evil low-life
kid like me.
One of them gave me a book that completely
fried me, that told about God being able to love
the worst, and a God who actually was powerful.
I never heard that in church! It made me angry.
And I didn’t want to hear that ANYONE, much
less Jesus, loved me.
Somehow I ended up at this guy’s house one
night with a room full of Christians. They weren’t
like the uncaring, dead church people I
remember. They were full of love and laughter
and it totally shocked me. And I felt POWER in
that room, so strong it make me shake all over.
It wasn’t ANYTHING like the power I felt on
the Dark Side! I sat by the door so I could run
out quick. But something glued me to the floor.
For the first time, I felt pure light coming up
against the pure darkness in me. I wanted to cry
but I was scared to death, I felt so evil, and
I’d been so abused and felt like such trash.
When the guy asked if anyone wanted to ask Jesus
into their hearts and forgive their sins, I wanted
so bad to do it, and I knew if I didn’t it was my
last chance. I knew if I walked out of that
room, I would belong to them forever and would
be forced to fulfill my satanic destiny, which I
knew would eventually end in my own death. But I
couldn’t raise my hand, as if a claw had grabbed
my arm and said, “YOU WILL NOT!!!” Suddenly
it broke, and I raised my hand, and it was like
grabbing hold of a lightning bolt!!! Suddenly waves
of Power and Love and Life washed down on me,
and I started crying like a baby! I hadn’t cried
for years! I was laughing, crying and higher than
anything!
It took a while after that to give everything up.
I still felt some of it was okay. Then one of my
recruits called on Satan when we were doing stuff
out in the night, and Satan actually spoke, and we
were all so terrified, I knew something was really
wrong. We had one more Ouija session, and when I
demanded the truth, it told me its source was
satan. That was it for me. I’d been lied to for
almost eight years! I went home and burned
everything, and never went back. Demons showed up
a lot threatening me that if I didn’t come back,
they’d destroy me. Well, I didn’t and they
couldn’t. Why would I want to trade the Power
of God for a cheap imitation from a sore loser
like Lucifer? No way – not ever.
I’m writing this so you’ll know. I’ve been to a
lot of funerals of kids who got into magick
thinking it was harmless and it ended up killing
them. I don’t want the same thing to happen to
you. Think about it. It’s not about religion. And
it’s as easy as saying, “Jesus, please help me. I
know I’ve sinned and I need your forgiveness,
please come into my heart and drive satan out, and
make me the person You want me to be.” He will
if you ask; and believe me, the power, and the
purpose and DESTINY you can have is better
than all the poser stuff the occult offers you.
I got out of the nightmare, and I hope you do
too.
From someone who’s been there…..
