I told all of you I’d write up a testimony…so here goes. ;D
I guess everything started when my mother’s brother died. Mom was 14 yo at the time. She bottled her sorrow up and got angry at God. Right then and there, Satan saw an opening for attack. And he followed through with it….for 28 yrs mom’s carried demonic attacks from that incident.
Thankfully, those attacks weren’t too heavy…life went on for her pretty normally. She married my dad (duh! Who else would she have married?!) at the age of almost 23 and had me when she was about 24.5. Then came my first (and only for 7 yrs!) brother, my first sister, another sister, another sister, another brother, a sister, a sister, a sister, and my last sibling/brother. Between the third and fourth child (you guessed it, both sisters! :D) my grandma (dad’s mom) came to live with us. Grandpa had died several yrs previously and grandma, along with her dachshund, were getting lonely. Dad invited her to live with us. That’s when the real trouble began. You see, my grandma’s daddy (my great-grandpa) AND my grandpa were both freemasons (and no, they’re not free!!). My great-grandpa was one of very high degree and while grandpa wasn’t really “into” it, his decisions still had consequences.
Now let me explain what comes along with freemasonry. You see, you have to take oaths to keep the freemasons as a whole secret, put the good of the society above everything (so if you have to murder because of them, it’s OK.) etc. etc. (here’s a link for y’all so you can read more about the freemasons. They’re very sick!
http://www.isaiah54.org/finney.htm It’s a very basic explanation, but hopefully it’ll help!) Along with those oaths come terrible curses; curses that will fall on you if you break your oath. The whole thing is very anti-God. It’s too complicated for me to completely understand or explain. Let me just summarize it this way: the curses are very, very real. You’ll see that as I continue through our journey. All of the oaths my grandpa/great-grandpa took came to rest on the family around them, mainly the women. The men were just blinded to what was going on. An example? My great-grandma (whom I’m named after) was pregnant 4 times….her first child (a perfect, healthy baby) was born, and everything was going well. However, the umbilical cord was wrapped around the baby’s neck. The nurse (THE NURSE!) didn’t know what to do, and apparently my great-grandma didn't either. The nurse left to go get the docter….and so that poor baby suffocated. Her other loss was a miscarriage…then my grandma/great-uncle were born. All through her life, my great-grandma had fertility problems. The children who were actually born were miracles. All her problems were caused by the oaths/curses her husband had taken.
So, back to my story. My grandma came to live with us, along with all her stuff. (She had/has a terrible problem with hoarding and a great fear of losing everything.) Everything was OK at first; we moved into a different house….and then trouble started. However, it was very hidden. It was all little stuff. My mom’s health began to suffer….my grandma began to pick on my oldest brother, Patrick. “Small”stuff. My grandma refused to give up her cable television and got very ugly about it. (My family had kicked that out yrs before!) When we made the decision to dress more modestly (skirts, etc.) she again refused to reform. Dad let it all go though….he figured it didn’t really matter. Matters got worse…my grandma actually began to call my brother dumb and was controlling my mom to some degree; mom’s health was still going down. Still, we couldn’t see that anything was wrong! Yet, the whole time, Satan and his demons were chipping away at us (hence the worsening condition). And he was about to step up the attack….
Now let me give you a sampling of the oaths my g-gpa/gpa had taken so that you can understand what I’m going to write about. (Caution: if you have a weak stomach, please don’t read. They are very, very sick.)
http://www.themasonictrowel.com/books/the_hidden_powe_behind_freemasonry/files/chapter_13.htmAnd this one doesn’t actually have the oath, just renounces what the oaths involve:
http://www.christian-faith.com/forjesus/renouncing-freemasonryOK, skip to the last 2 yrs of our life (we’d moved again in that time, too, to where we are now)….10 yrs after grandma came to live with us. Mom was pregnant with her last child. Her health was falling apart; she was constantly tired and had lots and lots of pain. She couldn’t even get out of her chair. She spent almost all of her time checked out on the computer. Most of the time, you had to repeat her name over and over before she’d acknowledge you. It was very strange, and at the time we didn’t understand it. We figured it was just the fact that she felt terrible. Now we understand that it was all demonic attack. She was literally in a prison. Life had pretty much come to a standstill for us; we were struggling just to make it every day. Then Baby was born. Whew! We thought everything was going to be better, that mom was going to get well. Well, not really. She really wasn’t getting better. Things were still pretty much the same. All of her symptoms stayed…and so we continued to struggle.
Also, throughout this time, we kids who were upstairs were experiencing a lot of spiritual turmoil. The atmosphere upstairs was very evil and unrestful. (my grandma was also living up there with us…). My brother could actually see demons. I often felt and heard them. (Yeah, they make noises. Ever heard footsteps in the night, talking where no one was, or the rustling of bodies where nothing is? That stuff isn’t restricted to horror movies and ghosts….it’s all real. I know that firsthand.) At one point, my mother began praying very hard that my gma would give up her cable…a couple days later, my brother had a real battle with a demon. It came into his room, jumped on top of him, and paralyzed him. (I’ve also experienced that. You can’t move at all, can’t even speak to call out Jesus’ name. In fact, you can barely think, either. When it happened to me, all I could do was think “Jesus, Jesus”. It works. :)) Of course, my brother tried to fight it, and in the process it dragged him (spiritually, of course) through the bed. Finally, Patrick was able to think the name of the Lord and the demon had to leave. THEN, the next night (and here’s the funny part-there are many. :D- about those two days. Me, Patrick, and my sister were all laying in our beds in the same room, completely awake without any intention of sleeping. The experience of Patrick the night b4 wasn’t happening again, no sir!) at about 2:30 (yep, all three of us had been awake for that length of time!) we heard a ginormous crash, like someone had knocked over a bunch of dishes. WHOA!!!! I think that we all three just almost came out of our skins and bolted for the door to go find dad. ;D As it was, we were too scared to move. (tsch tsch tsch) Finally, my sister and I (Patrick refused to get out of bed. :D) crept out of bed and went chattering downstairs to get dad. He prayed over the upstairs, and we went back to bed. The next morning, my grandma (who was all white and scared looking) came into my room and said “I woke up this morning and my paper weight that was on my desk is on the floor!! And my pictures and papers are messed up, too…” BTW, that paperweight weighs a TON! AT that point, we figured out where the crashing noise came from: it was a demon knocking all that stuff off gma’s desk!! It scared my grandma so badly that when my dad talked to her and told her that cable was allowing demons in, she readily gave it up. We had other experiences like that, too….none quite as dramatic, but kinda scary nonetheless!
Then, last September my dad’s brother had a motorcycle accident. He hit a deer at about 50 mph; the collision knocked him out cold, and who knows how long he had lain on the road before someone came along, woke him up, and kept him awake until the ambulance came along. That lady probably saved his life; if he’d returned to unconsciousness, he likely would have never made it back. He had smacked his head something awful; also, he broke his shoulder blade. Yeah, it takes a lot to break that big ol’ bone! So, of course, dad, me, and Patrick rushed to be with my aunt/uncle. (BTW, here’s an amazing side note: about 2 wks earlier, I’d asked if I could change my work schedule a little for one week…however, no one would switch days with me! I suddenly realized that my job was controlling me and my family time too much, so I quit. I realize now that it was the Lord speaking to me.) We also took grandma with us. It was while we were there that things came to a crisis, both there and at home. There, we discovered that my aunt and uncle had been living in conditions I wouldn’t impose on an animal. Their house was a trashy, stinky, awful mess! The spiritual darkness was pretty obvious over there; we decided to stay and help clean it up. Meanwhile, at home, mom was coming under more and more demonic attack. Finally, she called dad and told him he had a choice: her or his family. (I know that sounds unsubmitted, but you’ve got to understand: mom was dying under all the attack. She had to do something, and if she hadn’t delivered that ultimatum to dad she wouldn’t have made it through!) Thankfully, dad chose her. We rushed home to put our family back together. (as dad said)
Now comes the real story; the rest was background. :D A few days after we were home, Insanity (he’s a big bugger, I wouldn’t encourage anyone tangling with him on purpose. ;D) attacked mom. We don’t think he possessed her, he was just on her, controlling her. She was trying to do laundry….but couldn’t get anything done. She realized something wasn’t right. She couldn’t even get herself ready for the day….she looked into the mirror and saw something ugly looking back at her; she couldn’t even recognize herself. Naturally that was scary, and so she handed baby over to little sister (who didn’t recognize her either!). At some point, she had also called dad and told him “I think I need to call 911 and turn myself in.” She was going insane, and she knew it. The attack was getting worse….she walked outside to try to go get grandpa (her dad) and he was coming down our stairs. (they’re outside our house…weird, I know. ;D) He took one look at her and immediately knew what was wrong. Gpa took her into his office and began to pray over her. Insanity (at this point he had taken over mom’s voice and was speaking through her) yelled “I’m insane, I’m insane”. OK, so that made grandpa mad….he rebuked insanity off (who finally left) and mom became a little more normal. We thought it was all over, that everything was going to be great and happy from then on!! Not so….mom continued to get attacked. Then December rolled around…..the worst month of my life, I think!! All the evil strongholds that were in place because of the curses my ancestors placed on us were doing their bestest (I know that’s not a word!) to stay in place. Mom wasn’t even mom. I hardly saw her once a day…she was constantly in her room, fighting to stay alive and sane. Those demons took her down to the level of the lowest human being. If her relationship with Jesus hadn’t been as strong as it is, she would never have made it. She would be in an asylum at this point. Also at that time Gma had moved into my mom's aunt's house, and was going through all of her stuff at our house. Around that time, we were discovering that we could not keep one item of her’s/gpa’s stuff. Not one single thing; otherwise, we children would get attacked at night. And, of course, Satan made sure that grandma kept trying to give us stuff! It was frustrating.
All through that, we teens were sooo hurt and confused. I was simply afraid. I seriously thought mom was dying, that she wasn’t going to make it, that I was going to have to move away because I couldn’t handle anymore. Finally though, God put forth His hand and said “No more”. Mom/dad were able to pray off all of the strongholds, demons, curses, etc. Things began to simmer down. This past year has been one of healing and recuperating. It’s been hard; we’ve had to go through a lot of things. Actually, we know for sure that the week before last was our last week….the very last demonic stronghold came off. Now the healing process can be completed.
I feel I need to make one thing very clear: the reason we’ve gone through all we have is this: my ancestors took some oaths, they were passed on to my gma, and she passed them onto my mother/dad/siblings/me. Many of us had awful curses on us as a result: I was to be infertile, one of my siblings was going to die of cancer, etc. etc. How do we know all that? God speaks to His children!!
This story is by no means complete. If it were, you wouldn’t manage to read it in one sitting. :D I hope that I made all the connections I needed to, and that everything is explained in a manner that is clear and understandable. Please, please let me know what you think and ask me questions!! I know for sure I’ve missed some stuff that is vital to your understanding. :)
I hope that this narrative inspires those who read it to praise God’s Holy and Wondrous name all the more; I also hope and pray that it does not offend anyone. I know that what we’ve been through is really weird and “way out there”; however, I can assure you that nothing of what I said was made up or embellished. I tried to present it just as it happened. If something did seem a little dramatic to you, please understand. I’m still healing from all this and get very emotional about it still. In fact, just writing this has brought back some memories and feelings that made me cry. Thanks so much for reading!!
In Christ,
~E
