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A Hindu's Quest To Know His Creator Leads to Personal Transformation
Astrology, Occult , Paranormal, Panic Attacks, Suicidal
From Mormonism to Christianity
Marcia's Spiritual Journey
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A Hindu’s Quest To Know His Creator Leads to Personal Transformation
 “I was fascinated by science. I was in University for chemistry studies.  I found myself by a strange turn of circumstances facing what I thought was a major health crisis.  I had cause and was afraid that my bright future and life may come to abrupt end. “

Suddenly many questions began to flood my thoughts. I felt very anxious and despaired over my helplessness. My friends and family could not help me. Medical help was beyond my reach. I began to think of God. I remembered my mother telling me about God.  Science is only a discovery of things that already exist. But it did not explain the origin and purpose of the universe and life. I wanted to know the source and cause this existence and life - particularly the purpose of my existence. So I was drawn to examine this from the book that gives an account of the beginnings of existence and life. The book says that the  universe came into existence in a perfect way but something went wrong. It came under God’s curse. God  cursed the earth so that ‘man had to labor hard to fulfill his needs all the days of his life…. until man returns to the ground. He is made from dust and he will return to dust” 

It amazed me that after all the years of scientific progress, we are under the same curse and conditions. This made me realize that God is very powerful and what He says will happen. Man seeks comfort and is trying to escape the curse of toil and death but he has not found a way. It made me realize that God had a purpose in creating me but I am in the same predicament as all men. The curse that God put on man long long ago has also ensnared me. While this seems like bad news, I sensed that this was also the solid truth behind what I observe in life. And I wanted to discover this truth more by reading what God has said in the book.    

I want to relate my story of how this event came to be and how I came to know my creator personally.
I was the second of four children.  My parents worshiped a Hindu gods named Vinayak. We also worshipped the goddess Durga as she was personification of courage.  As a community who belonged to a particular caste called ‘padmashali’, we celebrated various  festivals - Sankrathi1, Dasara2, and Deepavali3.  I used to gather with my friends at the local temple and participate in a a huge procession for the goddess Durga. 

The celebration for god Vinayak was a lengthy one.
For ten long days during the vening hours, we had public events where Every day we had religious programmes and Burrakathalu4 on every day evening over the ten days period. This culminated in taking the giant idol of Vinayak and immersing it in the local pond ‘vinayak nimagganam’. Another festival celebrated with much excitement and enthusiasm is the Bathakamma Festival. This was the occasion where all my immediate family of 3 sisters and brothers- in-law would come together to celebrate these festivals. My extended family including my cousin sisters would also come to my home every year for this festival. I cannot forget those sweet memories.

We also celebrated the festival of Bathakamma (a local goddess).  This was usually celebrated during the local harvest season ‘Asviyuja Suddha Dasami’ in the months of September - October. Women pray for the long life of their husbands. This celebration was very colorful with heaps of colourful flowers decorated on a wooden plank. There was a lot of singing and dancing associated with this festival. All the womenfolk whether young or old take the idol of Bathakamma to a river or to a temple and there they used to dance and sing in praise of this goddess. Personally, I enjoyed getting new set of clothes for this festival and the dazzling display of fireworks near the local pond.
It was in the year 1987, television was no so common in the village. There was only one TV at the village school. All the children would go the school to watch a move that was broadcast every Saturday evening. The other recreation for me was to swimming in the  water wells that were in the agriculture fields. I also enjoyed fishing in the local ponds. Me and my friends also went to nearby forests to get custard apple fruits and wild flowers for the festival of Bathakamma.

My parents were quite poor and could not get an education. As a family, we struggled to make ends meet.  The father drove a small taxi ‘Auto rickshaw’ driver. When I was 16 years old, I also learned to ride the auto-rickshaw. This helped me to earn some money in the later years. 

My mother suffered with severe headache and heart disease. She did seek medical help but apart from temporary relief with tablets, she did not find a cure.  But one day a person visited our family and prayed to Jesus. She was instantly healed. She no longer had headaches and she cured of her heart palpitations.  This caused my mother to have faith in Jesus as God who healed her.  After some years, my father also believed and started praying to Jesus. My mother also used to gather us children for prayer every night before going to bed. My mother was a loving person and was kind to all our neighbors. 

Among my caste members in the village, no other family believed in Jesus as God.  We began to now meet people from 8 different families to pray together every Sunday. On these occasions, people were invited to read from the Bible.  I used to be anxiously look forward to be the one to read. But I read with childish enthusiasm without understanding the spiritual meaning. I never thought about God and no thought for spiritual things.  No spiritual questions were ever raised. 

As I was maturing in age, I began to perceive the various social distinctions in our community. I was becoming aware of the issues of social discrimination due to caste. I wondered why there were so many differences between various people when there is only one god. When I finish my 10th grade, I have gone to a nearby town called Suryapet town for college education. Subsequently, I pursued a master’s degree course in chemistry at Kakatiya University, Warangal.  While I was there, a friend requested me to donate blood for his mother. She was to undergo surgery which required blood transfusion. I accompanied by friend to the hospital to donate my blood. When the blood was taken, the laboratory tests indicated that I had a liver problem (jaundice) that precluded my blood to be used. I was shocked to discover this.  I was aware that a number of people became seriously ill and even died from jaundice. The laboratory person told me that my jaundice was very severe and advised me to seek immediate medical treatment.  There was no immediate appointment available to see the doctor.
During this week, I was  afraid, anxious  and depressed. I worried that this could be a ‘life and death’ situation?  I regretted that I neglected my health for so many years. My friends also chastised me that I waited so long. It was in this period of worry and deep questioning, that I  remembered what my mother told me about Jesus.
I began to read the Bible with a serious intention to know the truth. This was no longer just an academic issue but a personal urgency. I started to read what would be a logical beginning. I discovered that the first few pages opened my understanding of God’s greatness as the Creator.   He created earth, heaven all living things, oceans, sun and stars and finally man (Adam and Eve). He made man to be above all other creatures.

It appears that God created it all perfectly but man somehow messed it up. Instead of   worshipping the Creator, man turned to worship the creature. This has taken the form of even worshipping inanimate objects such as idols. 

Totally, it changes of my mind when I think all these things that God cursed Adam saying in bible. 

“In toil you shall eat fruit of earth by the sweat of your face’’.
And cursing to Eve that

“I will greatly increased your pangs in childbearing; in pain you shall bring forth children”.

Even after many, many years, the situation of present human is same. In spite of all these advances in science over the course of human development and discovery, the curse is still on.

In my fear of death, I wanted to know the true God.  I was faced with Jaundice and my hopes of a bright future appear to end.  I wanted to pray to Jesus that he would help me and heal me.  Immediately, I went back for blood tests, the medical report said that I was in normal health.  I believed that Jesus answered my prayer. More than that, my fear and anxiety were gone.   At that time, I was not very conscious of sin but I came to see the power of the true God.  

I began to read the book and understood that God loves me and forgives my sins. Over time, I discover that I have a struggle with many things that are against God’s .  I realize that in my inner nature, there is indeed a struggle to live a truthful life.
In my daily life, I take very casually the little lies that are so much a part of my day.  I am now acutely aware that even these little lies make me afraid of people.  God sees my heart and forgives me when I confess my untruthfulness.  He gives me confidence and courage to speak the truth.  My heart feels very light. Previously, I was motivated to please people even if it meant telling lies but now I want to speak truth as I want to please God only.  People may not see my inner heart and the lies but God sees everything. I feel great freedom before people as well as before God. 

I now have a new nature as I believe not in myself but in Jesus. His nature is becoming part of my nature. I am knowing more as I read his words written in the book.
He has given me inner  joy and a new desire though I must confess that sometime I fail in this. But I pray that God will give me strength and power.
When I pray to Jesus, I know that he answers them.
For instance, one of the major decisions that I had to make was the issue of marriage. In our family tradition, parents arrange.  started thinking about my marriage and since all of my brothers and two sisters married in Hindu background and me also started thinking what to do either Hindu marriage by worshipping idols or Christian marriage. I asked God to solve this problem and asking God to match me who believe in Jesus as my wife. When I was prayed like this, He answered my prayer and wonderfully God given me a believer in Christ, beautiful and especially capable wife. I give thanks to God for my wife named Sakuntala. In 2004, God blessed us with son name Abhishek.
Bible says

“Capable wife who can find. She is far more precious than jewels”

Answers to my career goals / guidance:
Before, I close my testimony; I want to share some of his bounty’s to me. When I remembering His grace upon me during my good olden days seems to be surprise and wonderful. He has selected me as His son according to His plan. Lord Jesus helped me to getting free admission in junior intermediate and  B.Sc Degree College even though, I don’t have good percentage of marks. I was in so depressed state when I don’t get bachelor of Education (B.Ed) seat.  In that situation, after a month one day I received telegram at 11o’clock night time written as “you come and join immediately at B.Ed College at Hyderabad. It was so happy that day; I did not sleep at all because of my overflowing joy which I don’t forget ever. Not only that God has given M. Sc free campus seat at Warangal. That was the last seat left after the completion of all recruitment process. In 2001, Jesus has shown a path to join in a famous research institution for my Ph.D at Hyderabad, India. God has given the promise for 2006 bible saying that 
Bible says;

 “Those who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagle”.

 I never was thought that I will go to America. God opened his door to finish my postdoctoral research in 2006 at Clark University Worcester, USA. In that same year, 40,000 worth gold has stolen by thieves at my wife’s parents home by threatening my wife and her mother with knives. But surprisingly God has given back same amount of money by police department after 6 months. While we were in Hyderbad, India once again we lost Rs 30,000 having money and gold purse at my home. You know what happened, more recently, police called me when I am at USA saying that you come and collect the money. See how wonderful, amazing, and awesome God he is. He is a God such that we should leave all of our sorrows, burdens and our plans to him and take rest. Bible sayings that

“Come to me all you that are weary and carrying heavy burdens, I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me for I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest for your souls”.

That is why me and my wife did not worried about the money that we lost and we put our burdens on him. This is how God has been blessing abundantly and giving answers to our prayers and without lacking any of my needs and keeping in his Grace.

My outlook to future and life goals / hope

 I did not chosen Him, but He only chosen me and He never forget me when I don’t know him. He knows me while I was in my mother womb, Even though I am a sinner, he did not leave me. I thank God for his wonderful grace and I thank each of you for reading my small testimony and let everybody will taste of His salvation in the name of Jesus.,
I will always ask God in my life ‘’let your will be done on every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every month, every year‘’. I am sure we have to wait for His resurrection so that we will all raise and lift up with him to eternal life. That’s all my hope and our hope and faith in him. Let the Holy Spirit will be abide in us forever and ever Amen.

1. Sankranti is celebrated throughout India as a harvest festival. It is a way of giving thanks to the elements of nature that help man. This is the period when the winter recedes, paving the way for the summer. It is the time the farmers bring home their harvest.

2. Dasara: Goddess Durga is considered as the personification of courage, strength, and power and praying to the goddess, helps one to be blessed with all these qualities especially during Dasara. These festival days symbolize that the Durga killed mahisasura demon. On this auspicious day, there is a procession of Devis’ idol with musical instruments.

3. Diwali also known as Deepavali has been given the traditional name of 'festival of lights' because of the hundreds and thousands of small oil lamps or diyas lighted by many households. Also there is Hindu mythology that god Rama killed the evil one Ravana.

4. Burrakatha is a story telling technique used in villages of Andhra Pradesh and Tamil Nadu in India. The troupe consists of one main performer and two co-performers. It is a narrative entertainment consists of prayers, solo drama, dance, songs, poems and jokes. The topic will be either a hindu mythological story or a contemporary social problem. 

Gen 3: 16 - 19

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Astrology, Occult , Paranormal, Panic Attacks, Suicidal
“...I got involved in seeking after a deep understanding of the occult, ghosts, and witchcraft, and anything to do with the paranormal...I was hoping somehow maybe someone would see my pain or crying out for help.”

Hi, I want to share with you a little bit of my experience in life and most of all with the only true living eternal God. I have been on this earth for 21 years so far, I've been saved for a year now by God's grace, and its the most awesome exciting life to live, and to have a relationship with the Creator of the universe is amazing.

When I was growing up I learned a little bit about God in Catholic CCD School.  I had respect for the church but I just didn’t understand it and it seemed really strict and
boring,  Most of my life, all throughout preschool to high school I was acting up and rebelling trying to get attention. Whenever I was at home I felt empty a lot of times because my mom and dad split up and I was living with an alcoholic stepdad who yelled all the time and hit me and my brother all the time for almost every little thing we did wrong, I never was really able to concentrate in school and do my work. I felt very lonely inside with very low self esteem. We moved around a lot, and I switched schools a lot. A few times we were really poor and on welfare trying to get by,

At a very young age Satan grabbed my attention and I got involved in seeking after a deep understanding of the occult, ghosts, and witchcraft, and anything to do with the paranormal.  I was only in elementary school and I knew way too much about that stuff.  I remember being out on the playground with a group of other small children telling them stories about the occult. The teachers got involved lots of times and called my house complaining and asking my parents if they were Satan worshippers or something, but they weren't. I really don’t know how that interest started.  I think it might have had something to do with watching lots and lots of graphic, scary  movies since early childhood, and being left alone most of the time, because my mom had to work a lot. After living in a rough part of the city for a while my mom and stepdad wanted to move to a nicer place so we moved somewhere nicer. I liked it where we moved. I made friends real fast, but I was still getting in trouble, about this time I was in the third grade.

During the last year of my stepfathers life he turned to God, stopped drinking, and made a big change.  I was beginning to love him and then he died.  We moved again because my mom was not going to be able to afford our home by herself.  When we moved my mom met another man. He turned out to be an alcoholic too.  He was very emotionally
abusive.  My mom was very unhappy,  yet she felt like she had to stay with him due to her low-self esteem.  She began to do tarot cards and astrology a lot while I was gettin interested in things like oujiaboards and occultic practices again.  I knew there was more than just what we see on a day to day basis physically, but I was looking to the Wrong Answers. I was angry and depressed and at school I acted out.  I didn't care about homework or learning, 

I hated it.  To me it felt fake anyway, so I went to hang out and disturb class. 
I was hoping somehow maybe someone would see my pain or crying out for
but nope, the teachers hated me and just yelled and kicked me out of class, and
my classmates just thought I was funny  but inside I just felt like dying,

I had lots of suicidal thoughts, I tried to kill myself like two times, but I never could really do it.  I was getting closer to just giving in to the lies, but somehow in the back of my mind I remembered God. I just didn’t know how to find him.

I always said I didn’t want to drink after growing up with alcoholics and seeing the damage it does, but eventually about the age of 16 I got sucked into that world of lies by hanging out with people like me who were looking for answers in the wrong places. I
got into drinking, smoking weed, and partying, but every time I'd drink I got even more depressed and angry. On the outside people thought I was so happy, because I was always making people laugh, and being the comedian, but I never liked to talk about my problems.  I kept it all bottled inside,

I went to psychiatrists and psychologists but they felt seemed fake and I knew they were not the answer to my problems. Their prescribing me a pill to cure everything was not the answer either. I was still empty yet somehow there was hope inside me, I never talked about my problems with people. I didn’t trust anyone.  I felt like no one really cared anyway.  I was the one people complained to and the one people went to, to get a good laugh,

I was hanging out with lots of people who liked to caused trouble, and lots of gay friends, Then at the ages of 18-20 I was going to gay clubs. I had been to other straight clubs before but after coming to the gay club a few times Satan began to pull me into his lies even further and I began to get even more confused, wondering if I was really a lesbian or bisexual.  I was already confused before because of some bad sexual things that happened to me and then I didn’t really want to trust men.  Satan was telling me that I should be with a woman, There was a lot of confusion in my mind.  I wanted to die even more and I was getting panic attacks. Fear was starting to overwhelm me at times.  I had a big emptiness in my mind and heart that nothing seemed able to fill and many things in the world seemed wrong.  I had so many questions and complaints about the situations of the world, and no one really seemed to have any of the right answers.  I was lost, I was in darkness, and I wanted help. I didn’t really know how to get to Heaven.  I felt like I was doomed for Hell even though I didn’t want to go there. At times I remembered God but I didn’t want to go to a boring Catholic church again and sit there with a bunch of old people. I wanted God,  my own life, and to make my own decisions. Even though a lot of things were depressing, I was also having fun-times too,
being known as a wild crazy funny girl.  I liked having a reputation even if it wasn’t always good.  I was making plans to become an actress.  I was going to move to New York, go to acting school, and pursue a career in acting while running around the streets
of NYC going to clubs, partying, meeting people, and being wild.

But God's plans for me were WAY different than that.  When I was 20,  I had some awesome encounters with the Holy Spirit. One time I was in a yoga class, and I had an out of body demonic experience.  It really scared me so much that my heart was racing. I got up out of the classroom, and ran outside in the parking lot.  I looked up at the sky
and I said "JESUS, please help me" and then I walked to the other part of the parking lot and sat down. I was sitting on a cement wall with some plants in the middle. I looked to my side and in the dirt was a book of all different prayers to God.. This was only a moment after I called out to Jesus. Also when I prayed for guidance from God a few times, He directed me with his voice and he showed me dreams and visions.  That led me to read the Bible for greater revelation and understanding and wisdom. There were some other really incredibly awesome supernatural experiences I had as I began to seek the Lord for his presence with my whole heart, but I'm not gonna get into that now it will take me a long time to explain those,

I want you to know that really it's not that there is something so great and special
about me that God showed me some great things. It's only because he promised in his eternal word and I followed what his Word says (even though at the time I didn’t know I was following his word!)  If you want to have that personal relationship with God he said this to his prophet Jeremiah in the Holy Bible:  "For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD,  thoughts of peace and not evil, to give you an expected end. Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I WILL hearken unto you, And ye SHALL SEEK ME, and FIND [ME], when ye shall search for me with ALL YOUR HEART." (verses 11-13)  How awesome is that!  God isn't hiding anywhere he isn't in some far off place, He hears you loud and clear when you call on him with an
open heart ready to receive
, but first you have to believe in Jesus Christ the Son of God because it's only by his sinless blood that we are set free from the bondages of sin and evil.. ASK JESUS RIGHT NOW, TO COME INTO YOUR HEART, FORGIVE YOUR SINS, AND TO REVEAL HIMSELF TO YOU, AND HE WILL!

"Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not." (Jeremiah 33:3)

God loved us so much that while we were still sinners in this corrupt world he sent his
son Jesus Christ to die for us and take on our sins! That's love who else would die for you, especially after we treated God so bad at times. He still wants to forgive us and welcome us with open arms into his everlasting kingdom.  Don't let Satan lie to you anymore, Jesus can set you FREE by his truth, by HIS BLOOD!!

But once God shows you his kindness and how real He is then its up to you to throw away all the evil from Satan in your life (with God's help), that will only hold you back from the good that God has for you, Read the Bible as much as possible. Pray as much as possible.  Go to a good Christian church that doesn’t compromise God's word, and
OBEY what the Bible says.  Jesus Christ the SAVIOR is coming back really soon, I hope you will be ready... God bless you

With Love always,
Christine and the HOLY SPIRIT in me..



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From Mormonism to Christianity
“I was a Mormon all my life. I was the all-around Mormon girl. I attended all four years of seminary, I held many church positions. I was ready to serve a mission when I became the right age. You name it, and I did it. “

After I graduated, I decided to go to the University of Idaho- which was quite far away from my hometown-Pocatello, Idaho(which is very highly Mormon populated). I attended church in Moscow at their University Institute- the first one ever established. I was pretty active in my ward, but they didn't put me in a group for Family Home Evening (a meeting that's held on Monday nights for family-oriented studies and activities). The girls who lived next door to me had a Christian Bible Study, and they invited me to come with them- so I went- hoping that I would be able to convert someone. Well, the exact opposite happened. I started to learn more and more about God, and I saw something in my Christian friends that I had never seen before. Then one night when I went out to dinner with my Bible study leader, we started talking about it, and later that night I invited Jesus Christ into my life.

Now, leaving the church didn't happen very dramatically. I started taking Christian foundation classes because I wanted to learn how to further my relationship with Jesus Christ. Eventually I decided that I wanted to get re-baptized, and did so- also getting baptized in the Holy Spirit. My mom wasn't too happy with my decision. She had no idea of what was going on while I was away at college because I was afraid to tell her. I had a Mormon friend who left the church, and her family disowned her and kicked her out of the house when she was 16. I told my mom that I wasn't sure if I was going to leave the Mormon church or not, and that I would probably be going back to the church when I came home for the summer.

I don't think that was God's idea. Through the Holy Spirit, I came to realize things that didn't quite fit together with the Book of Mormon, the Mormon prophets, and everything else. I started reading the Bible everyday, and the Spirit showed me things that made me realize that I would probably never go back.

When I went home for the summer, I found a church that had a pastor who was ex-Mormon. The more we talked, the more I realized what it was that I wanted to do. I sent a letter to the Bishop and Stake President in my home town, and also to the one in Moscow- requesting to be excommunicated. I didn't get a reply for a few months, but when I did, it was two letters saying that I needed to meet with the Bishop in my home town in order to have this process done. Eager to sever all ties, I agreed.

When I went into the Bishop's office, I told him the reasons that I wished to be taken off the records of the church. I told him of what I had learned in the past year. He told me that he didn't want to excommunicate me because if I decided to come back it would be a long, hard process- so he wanted to place me on inactive status instead. I told him that I never wanted to come back, and I wasn't going to change my mind. He said that he wanted to give me a book that was written by a General Authority, and he wanted me to read it and pray about it. I refused his offer and asked him if someone gave him a satanic bible and asked him to pray about it- if he would. He said that he wouldn't because he knew that it was wrong, and I told him that he had just proved my point. Also in the meeting, he asked me if I had any questions, so I asked him about the holes that I found in the doctrine of the Mormon church. He didn't really answer any of my questions, but just beat around the bush, and ended with his testimony that he knew the Mormon church was true without a shadow of a doubt. He told me that he wouldn't be able to grant my request to have my records removed until he had talked to the Stake President. It's been over a year now, and this process still hasn't been completed. I don't really care about it, because I know that even if I am put down as being excommunicated, my records will still be there. The thing that matters the most is that I am on God's records, and that is all that matters in His eyes-because when the earth is destroyed-those worldly documents will be destroyed with it.

I am now living a life on fire for God - and that is only by His grace. God is doing some really exciting things in my life now. I still feel the pain of my family's rejection of me. Of the really close Mormon friends that I have told about my decision - only two are still my friends. But God has blessed me with a new family and more friends than I have ever had, and He has also blessed me with His love.

To those of you who have left the Mormon church, and want to give up on God altogether- please don't. There is more to God than you think. I had some bitterness toward God for letting me go through all of that pain and suffering all those years, but He did it for a reason. I have been able to help out several others who are going through this pain, and it helps them out because they know that I know what they are going through. God has a purpose for you, so please don't give up on Him. He didn't give up on you.

Please feel free to e-mail me.
Kris Collins

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Marcia's Spiritual Journey

 “An incredible true story of a former professional astrologer of 8 years…teaching astrology…a practitioner of Eastern-type meditation and beliefs…various occult practices such as having a spirit guide and doing astral travel…”

Marcia's Story: A Strange but True Spiritual Journey
By Marcia Montenegro

Spirit guides, meditation, astrology, the "higher Self," raising the kundalini, developing psychic abilities, praying to gurus, astral travel, numerology, Tarot cards, contacting the dead, hanging out with witches, Sufis, followers of Muktananda, Rajneesh, Sai Baba, Maharaji, -- all these and more were part of my journey. How did I get on this path?
The Beginnings

I grew up with an agnostic father and a mother who was raised going to church. My sister and I had to attend church, because my mother thought that was the right thing to do, although she did not always go. Due to my father’s job in the Foreign Service, we moved around a lot, so we ended up in different churches located overseas and in the Washington, DC, area. Eventually, I became serious about religion. In high school, I had the idea that being good would please God and get me into heaven. But reading about other religions and meeting those who believed differently made me wonder. Maybe
there was more to it than what I had -- some knowledge of God and Jesus which was mostly superficial. I wanted something deeper, more experiential. I was also rejecting the idea of hell and was disillusioned with Christians. Christianity seemed defined by sermons, going to Sunday School, and doing good works. How boring! I was missing out on something! Also, I never fit in during my high school years. Being someone who wrote poetry, being in an alcoholic home, having no real roots all combined to make me feel different and unlike other people. I started my journey at the end of high school.

That journey continued through college where I had paranormal experiences, made friends with someone who said she saw auras, and attended spiritualist meetings where the ministers received messages from the dead. One bright sunny Florida afternoon, as I rested on my bed fully awake with eyes partly closed, I felt myself floating. I opened my eyes and was stunned to see my body on the bed below me as I hovered near the ceiling. I thought I had died. The shock slammed me back into my body in an almost painful way. This was my first out-of-body experience and I had no idea what it was or that it even had a name. I told no one about it.
The journey stretched into the 70's when I visited psychics and an astrologer, and did a lot of reading on the paranormal, and about Hindu and Buddhist beliefs. I remember reading a book on Vedanta (sect of Hinduism) each morning in the cafeteria of the building where I worked. I started to see connections in my life with the colors of the chakras, the seven psychic centers of energy in the body according to Hindu beliefs. This and other experiences pushed me into an active plunge into the alluring worlds of the paranormal and Eastern beliefs.

Into the Fire
In an Inner Light Consciousness class, I was introduced to my "spiritual master" during a guided visualization. This guide, a spirit being, looked kind and wise. I felt his presence with me and sometimes saw him in dreams and meditations until 1990. I also had unpleasant, scary and weird experiences and visitations, once seeing a tall hooded figure in dark robes looking at my body in the bed as I hovered out-of-body nearby. Although extremely frightened by this apparition, I rationalized it by telling myself that I was being tested. Another time, as I was out-of-body, I not only saw my body on the bed, but also saw a double of myself floating across from me. I had spontaneous out-of-body experiences that sometimes kept me from sleeping and that were also often very eerie. But to me, the paranormal was spiritual, and spiritual was good.
Another reason I accepted the scary stuff was my attitude. I liked to think I was tough and nothing could frighten me away. So I would think, “Go ahead, scare me. I can take
it!” I had a lot of anger and defiance in me which probably came from dealing with an alcoholic parent. This angry defiance proved useful to me in many ways. It helped me get through a lot of painful situations, and it was going to help me deal with the bizarre experiences I would face. But anger and defiance over a long period of time easily turn into cynicism. I did become cynical although it was usually hidden, even from myself, behind a desire to help people. This defiant cynicism was my defense, as in “No one is going to stop me doing what I want; nothing can scare me away; and don’t try to impress me.” Later, after many occult experiences, the cynicism was deeper. I knew a lot
of people had not done what I had, and I thought most people were wimps and satisfied with superficial lives, not searching deeply as I was. But this was my defense against getting hurt or feeling helpless.

I also learned to meditate, do psychic healing, analyze dreams, and chant. It was mystical and magical. When I first started to do Eastern meditation, I felt an incredible peace. I felt that I was fading away and merging with something greater. It seemed I was literally one with the universe, and the teaching that we are all connected to one force seemed true. After all, I believed that truth was in experience, and here my experience was confirming that belief. At last, I thought, I was connecting to that spiritual realm. Later, my studies took me on many paths -- Tibetan, Hindu and Zen meditation and philosophy, spirit contact, numerology, psychic development, past life regression. Reincarnation seemed to answer questions and I experienced what I thought were memories of past lives. However, it was sad to think that my next life might not be so great so if I did not learn lessons from this or previous lives. But why
dwell on that?

Finally, it seemed I was on the edge of a hidden wisdom, a truth higher than the everyday superficial thinking around me. Books by Edgar Cayce, Ruth Montgomery, Chogyam Trungpa (Tibetan Buddhism), Annie Besant (Theosophy), Hanz Holzer (ghosts), and Ram Dass (Hinduism/New Age), and titles like Seth Speaks, The Tao of Physics by Fritjof Capra, The Metaphysical Dictionary, and Autobiography of a Yogi by Yogananda began to fill my shelves, along with books on astrology, tarot cards, numerology, and other occult teachings. My spiritual progress seemed assured, especially since I was having so many paranormal experiences. The natural result was that I felt I was an “insider” in the spiritual realm.

Unanswered Questions
Over the years, my psychic experiences escalated. I studied astrology and took a 7-hour exam on astrology in Atlanta, Georgia, administered by the City but formulated and graded by an astrology board, in order to qualify for the business license. Passing the test, I started practicing astrology, and eventually I taught astrology, gave public talks, wrote for astrological and New Age journals, and sat on the board of astrology examiners that gave and graded the exams, becoming chairman of that board. I became president of the Metropolitan Atlanta Astrological Society in June, 1989. My Halloween birthday and astrological skills made me popular with witches and others.
I noticed that while doing chart readings for clients, I would “tune in” to the chart in a paranormal way, during which I felt an energy connecting my mind to the chart, and felt
guided through the chart. It often seemed that I was being fed information or led to specific things to say about the client. After so many years of Eastern meditation techniques, I was slipping without effort into an altered state of consciousness while doing astrology. I gave credit to my “past lives” as an astrologer and spiritual counselor, to the help of spirit guides, and to astrology itself. In those years, the only source of such information could be good since I did not believe in evil. Yet, with all the knowledge and experience I had acquired, what were the answers? Since I came to believe there was only ignorance, not evil, stories of vicious cruelty and murder made me uncomfortable. Though I believed I would be come back after my death, where would I go in between and for how long? Some taught that we would go somewhere that was like a school, then choose our next life. Others taught that we go somewhere to be spiritually purified - how, it was not explained - then our next life would be chosen for us. By whom? That was not explained. We were supposed to just trust the process.
There was also the disquieting teaching that whatever thought was in my mind at the moment of death would determine the after-death experience for some time. Better not
have a bad thought for too long! Better not fall asleep with fearful images! This was scary to contemplate -- but that contemplation was itself a negative thought! I would try to chase away these fears by meditating or chanting something -- maybe the "Hare Krishna" chant I had taught myself, or repeating a Tibetan Buddhist mantra like "Om Mani Padme Om."

I sought peace in Zen Buddhism. Trying to detach myself from all desire involved a meditation that allows thoughts, fears, or desires to come up and then not to respond to them. This was to be applied to life outside meditation as well. For someone like myself, carrying a lot of emotional pain from my past and my present, this was appealing. But though detachment sounded good in all the books, there was a price to pay. The detachment seemed contrived and unnatural. Seeing “the emptiness” behind my surroundings, another sign of spiritual acumen, struck me as nihilistic and depressing. Maybe if I had pursued these practices more devoutly, I might have gradually replaced my natural reactions and feelings with non-feeling. But is it human to
be non-feeling, to accept every thought, action, and emotion without judgment?
Being taught to be natural and “holistic” on one hand, but then learning to let go of my natural reactions on the other, seemed a contradiction. Of course, rational analysis like this was discouraged, even attacked. Therefore, contradictions could and should be accepted. If it didn’t make sense, so much the better. The idea was to transcend the rational mind which was a barrier between me and enlightenment. Although I failed in achieving detachment, I clung to the paradoxical teachings of Zen, reading books with Zen tales, and continuing the meditation. I noticed that the peace I had felt with my initial meditations had decreased, causing me to meditate more in an attempt to re-capture that elusive peace.

I also learned that the nature of occult and New Age thinking is that there is no one answer. There is no one single truth, and there is no one reality. Truth is based on your experience, so it changes and can differ from person to person. If there are multi-levels of reality and there is no absolute truth, then there must be many contradicting truths and realities. In the abstract, this was fascinating food for thought, and led to being comfortable with whatever truth I wanted. But on the practical level, what difference did truth make if one finally discovered it? Or how did we know if there really was such a thing? And if not, what did anything that anyone believed matter anyway? These teachings gave answers that only raised more questions.

Death and Love
We are just drops in the ocean, I learned, and the goal is to eventually, after many lifetimes, rejoin the cosmic oneness that some call God. This God-force was what we came from and was our final destiny. So that meant my identity, memories, talents, and personality would be swallowed whole into the cosmic One. Where would I be? The disturbing answer was that I would no longer be. Death became an absorbing but uneasy topic for me.

The best way to help others and stay true to your path, I heard and read over and over,
was to work on yourself and love yourself. Although talk of “love” was common and was taught to be the basis for everything, it also seemed as if everyone used it to justify whatever they were doing. So, if your husband was not your spiritual match, then “real love” allowed you to leave him or find another with whom you had a true bond. After all, this was a “law” of the universe: the law of love. But this love was not defined. It was just sort of out there - a love force that pervaded the universe. There was no personal being to love me; there was this energy coming from the cosmic One and that was it.
Could a force care?

Despite the meditations, trying to live in “the now,” and the talk of love, I continued to have frightening experiences. One of the worst was waking up to see an older woman staring at me from the bottom of the bed. I knew she was not flesh and blood, but a spirit. She did not speak, but I heard her in my mind say to me, “I am here to take over your body.” Too scared to speak, I said in my mind, “No! No!” This seemed to go on for a long time, although I have no idea how long it really was. Finally, she simply faded away. I was left trembling, perspiring, and my heart racing. By the way, I was not doing drugs.

The Compulsion
An unexplained compulsion to go to a church gripped me in the spring and summer of 1990. Since I hated Christianity, churches and Christians by now, this made me angry. I first ignored this compulsion, then resisted it, and then, after struggling against it for
awhile, I decided to give in, hoping that it would go away. It was probably from one of my former lives as a priest or monk, I reasoned.

In the opening minutes of a service in a large church in downtown Atlanta, I felt a love I had never known wash down over and through me, so powerfully that I started crying. I knew this love was from God, not from the music, the people, or the place. That love was the real thing. Coming from an alcoholic home, I was starving for that love. I returned the following Sunday, not to have another experience, but so that I could be
where that love had happened to me.

After several weeks, I began to feel unclean about astrology although no one in this open-minded church said anything about it. All I knew was that it was somehow separating me from this God of love. I then got the impression that God did not like astrology and wanted me to give it up. Give up my life's work? Give up my identity and purpose? Outside of my son, nothing was more important to me than astrology. But I felt I had no choice; it was so clear to me that God did not like astrology. Not even believing what I was doing, I decided to give up astrology in late 1990. At the time, I was chairperson of the curriculum committee, a member of other committees at the astrological society, and scheduled to teach an upcoming class. I had to find another teacher. I had to tell clients who called I was no longer an astrologer. (I did give a talk in February, 1991, after bad advice from a pastor and not liking what I was doing but not strong enough to get out of it. It took over a year for full comprehension of what I had been involved in to sink in.) Now what happens? Thinking I should read the Bible, I
started reading in Matthew, the first book of the New Testament. Reading the Bible put me in touch with something pure, but I didn't know what it was. Although I had read the Bible before while growing up and had quoted from it for astrological articles, this time it was different. I felt as though I was being cleaned from the inside out as I read it.

As Real as it Gets
This person Jesus fascinated me. It was as though I was learning about Him for the first
time. One evening while reading part of the 8th chapter of Matthew, right before Christmas of 1990, I saw who Jesus really is. On the boat with His disciples, a terrible storm arose. The disciples were afraid and woke Jesus up, telling Him that they were going to perish. Jesus stopped the storm in its tracks! How? He did not visualize calm waters, He did not perform sorcery. He rebuked the winds and the sea, and they obeyed him. That means He has authority over nature. I was separated from God by everything I had done in my past -- I had lived my whole life based on my will, a will that had rejected and defied God and His word. I realized that the only way to be forgiven,
the only way to be reconciled with God, was through Jesus, the God-man who suffered and died for me out of a great and unconditional love. I realized Jesus is the Savior, He is the Son of God and God the Son. I understood for the first time why Jesus died on the cross. In those several minutes sitting on my bed with the Bible, I knew that the truth and the answer to all my questions were one and the same: Jesus Christ. What a simple but awesome truth! And so I gave myself to Christ and knew I belonged to Him from that moment on. Several months later, I found out that a young Christian man at the
part-time job where I worked had been praying for me with a fellowship group at his church during 1990.

Jesus was different from the masters I had studied. He was more real than the spirit guides, the Ascended Masters, the Higher Self -- all those airy, elusive things that gave no evidence of their existence -- because He came to earth in flesh and He hungered, thirsted, felt pain and sorrow. He did not give a message that denied the dirt and dust of life, but He sat with the outcasts, the prostitutes, and the hated tax collectors yet
remained sinless. He was as real as it gets. Though fully man, Jesus was fully God incarnate, equal to God in nature but setting aside that glory (not deity) to be among suffering men and women. Jesus Christ willingly was tortured, laid down His life and died an agonizing death to pay for our sins. He bodily rose on the third day, conquering death, so that we can have eternal life with God. No sorcerer, no spiritual master, no Buddha, no shaman, no witch, no psychic has conquered death, but all still lie cold in their graves. But Jesus has power over death and is living today.

Truth and Satisfaction
Spiritually, I had been in a grave with the buddhas and the sorcerers and the seekers of wisdom who had rejected the truth of Christ. The complicated and intricate studies that had enthralled me, the endless layers of truths and realities I had pursued, the constant effort to evolve, the paranormal experiences, the need to believe in one’s own goodness at all costs, were all a maze and a trap. The truth was simple enough for a child because the truth is a Person. Jesus did not teach the way or say He had a way.
He said that He is the way -- not a way, but THE way.

Many people want to know if I had to wage spiritual warfare after trusting Christ. Well, a few months later, as I was about to go forward in a church to publicly proclaim faith in Christ, I got incredibly ill. When I went home, I got sicker. I felt an angry presence in the room and I thought it was my spirit guide. I basically told him I belonged to Christ and there was nothing he could do about it, that even if I died, it was too late. “You lose,” I said. I was addressing Satan, although I was really talking to my spirit guide. I do not believe in doing this now; I do not address demons nor Satan. They have already been spoken to and defeated by Christ. I prefer to speak to the ruler of the universe, Jesus Christ. I do not want to give demons any attention at all. Yes, I have had a few strange attacks that could be construed as demonic. But I do not like to focus on them. My focus
is on the One who is worthy of attention: Jesus Christ, who has power over all rulers and principalities, in both the physical and spiritual realms.

What is the biggest difference between my former life and my life in Christ? That I am happier, that life is easier? Not at all. The difference is that I am spiritually satisfied. There is more to learn and much room to grow, but the learning and growth spring from
Christ as the foundation, not from a search outside Him. The search has ended; the thirst has been quenched; the hunger within has been filled.

Jesus Speaks
"I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me," - John 14:6.

"But whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I
shall give him shall become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life." - John 4:14

"I am the bread of life; he who comes to Me shall not hunger, and he who believes in Me shall never thirst." - John 6:35

"And Jesus came up and spoke to them, saying, 'All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth.'" - Matthew 28:18

"Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I
will come in and eat with him, and he with me." - Revelation 3:20

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Escaped From Vampirism, Witchcraft, Paganism, and Satanism.
“My name is Janette. I was into vampirism / witchcraft / meditation / astral projection and did all kinds of rituals and drank blood.”

In 1994 a movie came out in the theaters. "Interview With the Vampire" you know starring Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt?  Well anyway I wasn't in the least interested in vampires at all, but I went to go see it anyway because I loved the actors in it!  I was 23 at the time and gonna out with my ex who was 34, he had his own house and all that.  After the movie was over, I began to really get interested in vampires. that movie was really exciting and it seemed real. I thought could it be possible that vampires really exist?  So I went home that night and when outside to take the trash can up and place that at the side of the house and as I was doing that, I felt a very strong presence behind me. I turned and looked and saw a tall slender figure standing about 20 feet in front of me.  He was wearing a long black coat, and he lured me to himself!  I felt as if I knew this person. I was smiling and began to walk toward him and as I did he backed away and vanished!  I never saw him again.  I believe now, that was one of the demons that possessed me. Later on in 1996 and 1997 I did rituals and a lot of meditation/ astral projection/ witchcraft. So basically that is how I got into the occult, because of that movie.

In April of 2001 my roommate and I were both into vampires and witchcraft and we were very confused, and had prayed to God, that he would help us, so He did.  He sent His servant. Philip C........ this man got us out of the vampire and witchcraft thing, although it took a year and a half to do so.  I could not even say Jesus.  I had so many demons in me and around us. All kinds of demonic things would happen in the apartment we lived in. I had demons cast out from me, over the phone and some in person. But on June 22 of 2003 I asked Jesus Christ to come into my life to be my Lord and Savior, and my life is changing for the better everyday!  I felt so free and clean of all my sins. I felt the Holy Spirit come over and through me. I felt clean and free!  Praise God.  I am getting better every day. but it is a real struggle. I have found the closer you get to God the closer the demons get to you.  They attack much harder then even before.  The demons in me hate this guy Philip.  I believe I was this vampire.  I was so deceived and confused. I use to pray to vampire Gods, but now I can see. The truth has set me free!  The truth has made me see the deception and lies of Satan!  I would never get back into what I use to do. I plan on serving God for the rest of my life and help deliver people from demons and get them saved.  Jesus is my Lord and Savior. 


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A Jew Meets His Messiah

One day I became frozen with fear at the thought of what would happen to me if I died.
I instinctively knew that there was more to life than life as I knew it, but what that was, I didn't know. Nevertheless, I went on with life, pursuing my dream of a career in music. That kept me distracted enough to not have to face that big question. Sometime later, my best friend told me about an experience that he had with Jesus Christ that radically changed his life. I balked at the idea. I finally gave in to his urging me to come meet some other people that experienced the same thing. I had to admit there was something real about what these people were experiencing, but for me I was already full steam ahead in my music career and had no room in my life for this kind of thing.

Again I buried the question of life after death in my busyness and aggression for my place in the music world. One day, when on the road, I met a man in a hotel in Toronto, Canada, where I was playing. He seemed to take a special interest in me. After we ended our discussion and just before we parted our ways, he gave me a book that told about events that the Bible say are going to happen just before the end of human history as we know it. The book really jolted me. Based on what was going on in the world at that time, I reasoned that what I read could really be true, and if it was, what will happen to me? But again I continued on my hot pursuit of my musical career and once again buried the issue in my busyness.

About five years later I had an urge to read the Bible. I started, but it only lasted a day. Several months later I had a sense that very soon, I was going to have something to do with God, though I didn't have the slightest idea what that was. I was home one day and I sensed what I inwardly knew to be the presence of God across the room from me. He was inviting me to come with Him. I was scared and said, "I'm not ready, and I'm too scared." After a while He left. About a month later, I met a young man named Dave who was carrying a Bible and a copy of the same book that the man in Canada had given me to read five years earlier. I told him that I had read that book and found it to be a very good book. He began to tell me about Jesus Christ and how He went in my place to be tortured and to suffer a brutal death as the payment for my sins so that I could be rightly related to God and have a guaranteed place in Heaven after I died. I listened and then told him that I would call him if I wanted to know more about this. I took his phone number, not really intending to call him, and proceeded to walk away.

At that point, I thought to myself, 'suppose it's true? Then I thought to myself, this could be my last chance to find out if what the Bible says is true, and I really should grab this opportunity to find out once and for all. I then went back to him and told him that I wanted to find out for myself if what the Bible says is true. I asked him to guide me on my quest. He recommended that I get a Bible and a Bible study book to help me learn some important things that the Bible says about man, God, and eternity. We began to meet regularly to look at what the Bible has to say about these things.

One day, while I was alone, I read the Bible verses: "All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God" and "the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord". At that moment, for the first time in my life, I knew, that I knew, that I knew, that God was real, Jesus Christ was real, I had sinned and needed to be forgiven, and I had a serious decision to make. The next time I got together with Dave, he asked me if I was ready to commit my life to God. I said that I was. He prayed and then I prayed asking Jesus to come in to my life. I felt nothing. It didn't seem like anything had happened or changed. A week later, however, something did happen. I was playing with a Jazz band in a club. After the first set, as I was stepping off the platform, and when my foot hit the floor, something came over me. At that moment I knew, that I knew, that I knew that I was going to go to Heaven when I died. The fear and uncertainty of what would happen to me after death was itself put to death at that moment. I experienced an overwhelming sense of joy. So much so, that the first thing that I did was walk over to the first person that was directly in front of me, (which happened to be the band leader's wife), and tell her about the reality of Jesus Christ and what I was experiencing. I called my best friend and told him what had happened to me. He told me that the next step was to become part of a church of people who also had a like revelation to what I had. I went to his church, loved it, got involved in it, and began to read the Bible and pray diligently. The answers to prayer amazed me! God was listening to me and answering me. I couldn't get enough of reading the Bible. It was so good to be able to talk to people who knew and experienced what I had. It was an exciting time in my life. I began to pursue growing toward maturity in the spiritual life and in the knowledge of God and the purpose that God had for me while on the earth. My search for truth had ended, and now I was able to live in it, and I have been doing so ever since.

I should mention that when I realized that I needed to get right with God, there was an issue that was a concern for me. Being Jewish, I was of a misunderstanding that Jesus was not someone for Jewish people to have anything to do with. This was soon resolved through learning more about Him. First of all, Jesus was Jewish. The name "Jesus" is Greek for the Hebrew "Yeshua" which means "God saves". "Christ" is Greek for the Hebrew "Maschiach" or "Messiah" which means Redeemer or Savior. I found out that the Old Testament (Jewish Scriptures) contain hundreds of prophecies about the coming Messiah that were written many hundreds of years prior to their fulfillment. When they were fulfilled, they were recorded in what we know as the New Testament Scriptures. Jesus Christ was the only person who ever lived who fulfilled all prophecies concerning the Messiah. The Messiah was described by the prophets in the Old Testament as One who would be born of a virgin. He was described as Deity, would bear the consequences of the sins of man as a substitute, would be crucified, rise from the dead, be King of an everlasting kingdom, etc. I also was amazed to find out that an overwhelming majority of the New Testament was written by Jews who recognized Jesus as being the Messiah God had promised. I then found out that during and shortly after Jesus' time on the earth, there were anywhere between a quarter of a million to a million Jews who recognized that Jesus was the Messiah. There are a large number of Jews today throughout the earth and in Israel who know that Jesus is the Messiah. In any case, Jesus Christ came to save sinners, which includes you and me. If you haven't seriously sought God out for yourself, don't delay. Don't wait until it is too late! Just ask God to reveal himself to you. If you really mean it, He will, and you will experience the change of a lifetime!

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Jewish, Hippie, Rock Drumming, Drug Abuser, Life Transformed
My Personal testimony
Dr. Michael Brown

“I took enough mescaline for thirty people, actually it was a matter of life and death (then) something completely unexpected happened to me...”

"I'm burning in hell! I'm burning in hell!"
noneIt was 1:30 in the morning, the first week of September, 1971. I was only sixteen years old, but already I had earned the nicknames "Drug Bear" and "Iron Man." I could do greater quantities of drugs than any of my friends -- and live to brag about it! Whether I was shooting heroin or using hallucinogenics like LSD and mescaline, taking megadoses of drugs had become my lifestyle. But this time I went too far. I took enough mescaline for thirty people, and my friends put me on a bus alone, sending me home to fend for myself. They thought it was a big joke! Actually it was a matter of life and death.
I became delirious on the bus and got off too soon, more than a mile from my family's home on Long Island, New York. As I walked slowly towards the house, I thought the journey would never end. I became disoriented and got lost just two blocks from home. I sat down on the ground in mental torment, feeling like I had entered a maze from which I could never get out. I thought I had died and gone to hell.

Then, at that late hour of the night, a friend of my parents came by, walking his dog. He looked at me with shock as I screamed, "I'm burning in hell!" I was shocked too. "Why is he walking his dog in hell?" I wondered.

As soon as he walked away, I made a decision: "I'm going to jump in front of the next car that comes by. I can't take it any longer." I was losing my mind.

Within minutes, a car came racing around the corner. I jumped into the road directly in front of the car and threw my hands in the air. The car came to a screeching halt just inches from my body. It was my parents! The man with the dog had gone to my house and, deeply shaken, told them what he had seen. They came looking for me. They were ready to stop at that very corner. If it had been any other car I would have been killed.
But what I was doing there anyway, stoned out of my head? How did a nice Jewish boy like me get so messed up? And why was I thinking about hell? Let me tell you the story. I think you'll be interested to hear what happened!

I was born in New York City in 1955. My father was the senior lawyer in the New York Supreme Court, and he and my mother were as happily married as any couple that I have ever known. My upbringing was typical of many New York, Conservative Jewish children. We moved to Long Island, I did well in school, I played lots of sports, and, like all my friends, I basically stayed out of trouble. But something changed. It all began innocently enough . . .

When I was eight years old I started to play drums. There was no question that I had ability. In fact by the time I was fifteen I had played on a studio album. But my favorite music was rock, and after my Bar Mitzvah in 1968, I got interested in playing in a band. I wanted to be a rock drummer, and all my role models were known for their heavy drug use, rebellion, and flagrant immorality. I wanted to be like them!

My sister went away to college in 1969 and began to use drugs there. When she asked me if I wanted to try smoking pot, I was only too happy to oblige. Soon I tried smoking hash too. But neither one had any effect on me. So I tried harder drugs until I started using ups, downs, and LSD. "But I'll never do anything worse than that," I thought. Yet I was deceived. Soon I starting using speed, then I started shooting speed. (Of course, I had been sure I would never put a needle in my arm!). Then, I got the opportunity to try heroin. I loved it! I was fifteen years old.

By the time I was sixteen, my grades began to go down in school, and drugs, rock music, and filthy living were my daily portion. For fun, my friends and I even broke into some homes and a doctor's office. We experimented with the drugs we found and almost killed ourselves. But after all, we were cool! We were doing "our thing." And one day we would be famous rock stars!

Less than one year later, I was living for God and telling people about Jesus, the Messiah and Lord of both Gentile and Jew
. Today, I have traveled around the world preaching and teaching. I have had the privilege of speaking on university campuses (including Harvard and Yale), written books and articles that have been translated into more than a dozen languages, debated and dialoged with rabbis on radio and TV, and earned a Ph.D. in Near Eastern Languages and Literatures from New York University, lectured as a visiting professor at leading theological institutes, and served as president of two Bible colleges. The Creator of the universe is now my Father, Jesus the Messiah is my best and closest Friend, I live my life free of anxiety and fear, and the peace and joy of God renew me every day.

"Well," you might say, "you were just messed up. You were looking for something. You needed to change."

To be perfectly truthful, I was messed up, and I was looking for something -- but it was not God! And I absolutely did not want to change. I had found my lifestyle, and I loved it! I enjoyed using drugs. I enjoyed my music. I enjoyed fulfilling the lusts of the flesh. What I was looking for was more sinful pleasure and more musical excellence, leading to more recognition as a rock drummer.

As for Jesus, he was no more important to me than Mohammed or any other foreign religious figure. After all, I was Jewish! And, I thought, if there really is a God, he knows that, deep down, I have a good heart. If there is a heaven, he'll surely accept me. In spite of my lying, my drugs, my drinking, my pride, my rebellion, my stealing, my immorality, my filthy mouth and mind, I thought that I really was a pretty good person. Little did I know then that the Bible said: "All a man's ways seem innocent to him, but it is the Lord who weighs the hearts." And, "There is a way that seems right to a man, but in the end it leads to death." Human nature always tries to justify itself!

During the spring of 1971, my two best friends (and members of my band) began attending a little gospel-preaching church. Why? Because they liked two girls who went there! And why did the girls go? Because their uncle was the pastor and their father was praying for them. Then, in August, I went to the church too. Why? Because I wanted to pull my friends out! They were beginning to change, and I didn't like that. They weren't partying the way they used to. I had to stop them before it was too late. You can guess what happened. I lost the fight! The love of the people began to break down my stubborn pride, and, totally unknown to me, their prayers began to have an impact. Something started to get under my skin! I actually began to feel guilty about the filthy things I was doing.

Amazingly enough, until that time, I had never experienced the slightest remorse for stealing money from my own father, or putting my parents through all kinds of grief because of my drug use, or double-crossing my best friends, or viciously cutting down anyone I didn't like with my sharp, cruel sharp tongue. Now, something was happening. When I couldn't sleep at night after pumping myself up with methadrine or swallowing several tabs of amphetamine-laced LSD, I started to feel uncomfortable with my lifestyle, seeing myself as more of a jerk than a cool teenager, and I began to dread those long night hours, alone with a feeling of being unclean, alone with my sin.

Of course, at that time, I had no idea that this was something called "conviction," a wonderful process through which God shows us just how sick we really are in order to make us whole. And I made no connection between this sudden change in my attitude and the prayers of these sincere Christians. Instead, I made a decision: I won't use any drugs that keep me up at night! And I stayed away from the church for the next three months.

When I finally returned there in November, something completely unexpected happened to me. It was not what I was anticipating! For the first time in my life I believed that Jesus died for me (in other words, He paid the penalty that I deserved, He died in my place) and that He rose from the dead.

This did not strike me as especially good news! How can I say that? Simple. It was one thing for my friends to truly put their faith in Jesus. After all, one was Methodist and the other was Russian Orthodox. Even though they were only Christian in name, becoming a Christian in truth didn't seem to me like such a big religious jump. I thought the different Christian religions were close enough!

But for me, a Jew (even a non-religious Jew), how could I believe in Jesus? (Please remember: At that time, I didn't realize that his Hebrew name was Yeshua and that his mother's Hebrew name was Miriam, or that "Christ" meant "Messiah," or that he came into the world to save his Jewish people, or that he lived and died as a faithful Jew.) For me, Jesus was only for the Gentiles. (Again, you have to excuse my ignorance!)
But there was a much bigger problem I faced: Following Jesus and getting into a right relationship with God meant I had to turn away from my sins. I didn't want to do that! There was too much pleasure in my sin. And how could I be a famous rock drummer and a good, clean church-goer at the same time? Plus, I was too proud to admit that I could be wrong. (Some people would rather die than admit they are wrong.) I was as stubborn as they come. And how I loved to argue. (After all, I was the son of an excellent lawyer!) Yet somehow, God's goodness and patience overcame my stubbornness, my pride, my sinful habits, and my religious misunderstandings. By the end of 1971 I was a new man! The heavenly Father intervened in my affairs, making me to know that I was guilty in his sight, exposing the corruption of my heart, and showing me a new and better way.

What does all this have to do with you? Let me explain. You see, I was not a sinner because I was shooting heroin. I was shooting heroin because I was a sinner. Sin takes on many forms. But in God's sight, all of us are sinners. In other words, all of us stand guilty in the light of His standards and laws. And, deep down, most of recognize His laws are right. Yet we still break them. Why? Because by nature we are a fallen race. No one had to teach us to lie, to lust, to be selfish, to hate, to hold a grudge, to deceive, to cheat, to be greedy, to envy. These things came naturally to us -- even to the best of us!

According to the Scriptures, the first and greatest commandment is, "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, all your mind, and all your strength." Instead, we find time for business, or pleasure, or family, or friends, or sports, or entertainment, or relaxation, or hobbies, or education, or whatever else is important to us. But God is not that important to us! He is certainly not the one around whom our lives revolve. If He were, we would find more time and energy for Him. He is supposed to come first.
What about the second commandment? Both Moses and Jesus taught that the next great commandment was, "Love your neighbor as yourself." We have failed here too! Think of all the murderers, and rapists, and drug pushers, and child abusers, and warlords, and crime bosses, and thieves -- the list goes on and on. It is clear that they have not loved their neighbors as themselves. But let's not be so quick to condemn. You can get a speeding ticket for going 100 miles per hour in a 40 mph zone, or you can get a ticket for going 70 in that same zone. Either way, you're guilty. And you can drown in 20 feet of water just as easily as you can drown in the ocean. Either way, you're dead.
It's the same with God's laws. Maybe you haven't killed someone. But have you hated them? Then you're guilty of not loving your neighbor as yourself! Maybe you haven't committed adultery with that good looking spouse of your friend or boss. But if you're burning with lust for them, then you've committed adultery in your heart. In the sight of God, you're guilty! And the penalty for those guilty of breaking God's laws is death.

"In that case," you say, "we're in trouble! Everyone is guilty." Exactly. That's why God sent His Son into the world. Although we didn't deserve it, and although it is more than we could ever ask for or imagine, God did something incredible. The Bible says He loved this world so much -- and that means He loved you -- that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life.
 Jesus died for you! Instead of you and I having to pay for our sins (and it would be perfectly fair if God required us to pay up), Jesus paid for our sins. Instead of you and I having to suffer the death penalty, Jesus suffered it for us. That's what he meant when he said, "Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." He also said, "I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for his sheep."

And that's what the Jewish prophet Isaiah meant when he wrote about the Messiah's death hundreds of years in advance:

  •  "He was pierced because of our rebellious deeds, He was crushed for our sins; the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him, and at the cost of his wounds there is healing for us. All of us like sheep have gone astray, but the Lord has laid on Him (Jesus!) the sins of us all." Is this making sense to you now? Do you understand why Jesus died on the cross? He carried your sins so that you don't have to carry them any more!

Turn back to God and ask Him to forgive you. Acknowledge your guilt and say, "God, have mercy on me! I turn away from my sins." Ask Him to cleanse you and wash you through the blood that Jesus shed. Put your faith in the Son of God. He died for you and rose from the dead. Believe in Him and submit to Him as your Lord. You will never be the same! And you will never have a regret.

What He did for me in a unique and personal way He can do for you. He died so you could live. He became guilty so you could go free. He came down to earth so that one day you could go to heaven. But if you refuse Him, the door will be shut. You will die in your guilt, without excuse. Almighty God will say to you, "Depart from Me into eternal fire!" Then it will be too late!

That's why I took the time to tell you my story. It can become your story too! You can experience the greatest love the world has ever seen. Through Jesus, you can know the God who made you. Then you will truly live -- in this world, and in the world to come. Serving God is worth it all!

Whether you are happily married or experiencing the trauma of divorce; whether you are healthy or dying of cancer; whether you are rich or poor, Jew or Gentile, young or old, male or female, living a "decent" life or stealing and raping, nothing matters more than your relationship with God. Give me a call or drop me a line if you have any questions or if you need prayer. My staff would be happy to help you come into a genuine, personal relationship with the Lord. And don't be ashamed to acknowledge the truth. It will really set you free! !

Dr. Michael L. Brown
ICN Ministries
4000 West Fairfield Drive
Pensacola, FL 32505
850-458-6424 (phone); 850-453-1108 (fax)

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A Jewish Atheistic Psychologist College Professor
 “God answered “what about the wedge that you put between me and you.?”

I was frozen in awe and revelation; God had spoken to me! “
For the first 49 years of my life, I chose to ignore God. This was easy for me to do because as a Jewish, atheistic psychologist/college professor who spent most of his life in a liberal educational system, I was among people who believed that a belief in God was just one of many “alternative lifestyles” one could sample from the smorgasbord of life. Quite ironically, my wife was a “born again” Christian and the butt of many of my friend’s jokes, much to my embarrassment. People, including myself, considered her a fanatic. In fact, our religious differences almost led to a divorce early in our marriage, which was heartbreaking, as we really loved one another. We even had a divorce date set and it was only by God’s intervention that I did not divorce her. Faithfully, she and others prayed for me for 23 years. I stubbornly resisted, resorting to clever theological and scientific arguments—which a major part of our society and educational system taught me—to run from God.

About three years ago, a series of events led me to the belief that there was much more to life than our society had to offer. Although I had a successful career, many friends, financial success, and a wonderful family, I felt much was lacking. Accompanying this was a growing belief that our culture and society was “using me” and telling me lies (such as one must have money and possessions to be happy, for example). I was at the end of my rope, which by the way was exactly where God wanted me. For the first time I prayed in earnest. The first thing I prayed for was for God to remove the wedge that was between my wife and myself. God answered “what about the wedge that you put between me and you.?” I was frozen in awe and revelation; God had spoken to me! There was no way that could have come from my own mind, because 10 minutes before that I was a “dyed in the wool” atheist. I went through a week of dramatic, wonderful and sometimes painful transformation and accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. He began to show me a spiritual world that had been in front of my eyes all along but which I was blind to. Sermons and Bible verses which used to seem boring and hackneyed statements of the obvious exploded in my heart; I had found the Truth, that “something special” which I knew life must contain but could not find. Since that wonderful and sweet time, God has blessed me and multiplied my prosperity and filled it with all the good things life should contain. He still speaks to me, answering my prayers, lifting me up and sharing with me His wonders of creation. My cup runneth over. Hallelujah!

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Brahmin's Journey From Ritual to Relationship with True God

I was born into a very orthodox Brahmin1 family from south India. I was one of the four children. I have 2 brothers and a sister. My mother was a homemaker. Since my childhood, I was trained to strictly follow the Hindu customs, traditions, rituals and practices. I used to get up very early in the morning, go to the river near our house and take a bath and then perform puja2 to various Hindu3 gods and goddesses. I attended the Hindu temple4 regularly and made offering of coconuts to please the gods. We had a large house and in the middle of the house was a snake pit. In this pit, there was a live cobra. In Hindu belief, the cobra is considered sacred. So, all our family members regularly chanted mantras5 and recited slokas6 in front of the live cobra7. We were not afraid of the cobra as it lived in the same house and seemed like a member of the household.

Since my early childhood, I was quite religious and made a decision to be a staunch devotee of a Hindu goddess by name Santoshi Mata. This goddess is worshipped by Hindu women for well-being and prosperity. I made a vow to worship this goddess for the rest of my life. I even made a vow to fast every Friday, abstain from certain foods and perform daily puja to the goddess. After the puja, I used to take the prasadam8 and offer it to a cow9 and then have it myself.

My father worked hard at his job. His friends advised him to resign his job and set up a private business. The private business failed and he suffered heavy losses. Urged by his friends, my father left home in search of a job in a foreign country in the Middle-East. I was emotionally very close to my father. After he left home (India), I missed him tremendously. I longed to hear from my father, but he never communicated with us. I was very distressed and depressed. 

At this time, I heard about Jesus Christ for the first time in my life through some catholic nuns10 who lived near our house. My elder sister had already given up her Hindu tradition and belief. After she believed in Jesus, she experienced His love and forgiveness. Her life had been transformed. She used to talk openly to people around her about her faith in Jesus. She told me about her faith in Jesus and also took me to meet other Christians at various meetings. I did not like this and I used to insult and humiliate her Christian friends. I used to make fun of them and enjoy it. These Christians did not hate me for this but instead showed their love for me. One day, when the church pastor Ms. R.M. prayed for me, I wept bitterly without realising that I was weeping. Later, some other Christian friends prayed to God and told me more about Lord Jesus. They also gave me some books, magazines and tapes so that I could get to know more about Jesus. In my privacy, I read the life-stories of many people of various backgrounds who put their faith in Jesus. Slowly, I was drawn to Jesus and realised that Jesus was a true, living and loving person. For the first time in my life, I realised that I was a sinner and in need of the forgiveness of Jesus. Soon after I experienced the love and forgiveness of Jesus, I stopped performing the religious rituals and my worship of the Hindu goddess, Sathoshi Ma. I started reading the Bible and began to pray to Jesus. I came to know him more and experience this relationship in my daily life. 

I discovered that Jesus is real and helps me in my daily life's problems. At this time, I had just written my graduate nursing (third year B.Sc. Nursing) exams and was awaiting the results. I was shocked to find out that I had failed my exam by a margin of two marks. I was very discouraged and disheartened but I was greatly comforted by the statement, which Jesus had made: "Seek first His [Jesus] Kingdom and all these things [success, joy, wealth] will be given to you [me] as well. I began to feel the presence of God and had great inner peace. Another instance, we had to sell our house find another house for the same price in a different neighbourhood. I prayed to Jesus and he answered my prayer. After I finished college, I applied for a job but it was difficult to get a job in the government, without giving bribe or without using any influence. I did not want to bribe corrupt officials to get the government job. I prayed and Jesus answered my prayer in getting the government job in the location that I desired. 

Jesus also blessed me with a loving husband. He too has faith in Jesus. We are blessed with a son. We would like to live for Jesus and share His love with others for the rest of our lives.

Mrs. M.K.
Hyderabad, India From Ritual to Relationship with True God (Telugu)

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Leaving Christian Science
Delivered from the False Teachings of Christian Science
(Marjorie C. Woodworth)

"and my husband saw such a miraculous change in my life when...”

When I was a young girl I was raised in a Christian Science home. Every week my parents sent my younger sister and me to the Christian Science Sunday school. The church was within a short walk from the apartment building where we resided. My parents never attended church services, but they would send us by ourselves each week.

I consistently asked both of my parents to start accompanying us to church, instead of sending us to Sunday school by ourselves. They finally consented then the four of us starting attending regularly each week. My parents sat upstairs for the Sunday services, while us girls attended Sunday school downstairs.

We eventually moved from our apartment building and relocated to another city and in so doing I had to transfer to another public school. We started attending another Christian Science Church and eventually my father was elected as the first reader. Attending church regularly was so ingrained in me that it became a regular part of my daily spiritual life. A major teaching of Christian Science is that we were instructed to read our daily lessons each week. My father always asked me if I read the lesson for that day, and I always told him that I did. I lied every time he asked me because I couldn’t understand the doctrines contained in the Science and Health. I would always seem to get into a verbal disagreement with many of my Sunday school teachers when it concerned Mary Baker Eddy’s interpretation of the bible and the Science and Health in general.

After graduation from high school, I started on my two-year associates degree program through a local community college. After classes I worked part time behind the service desk at the YWCA, and this is where I met my future husband. Before we were married he attended the Christian Science Church with me. He was raised in the Methodist Church whereas the teachings of Christian Science were so very foreign to him. My father wanted me to graduate from college, but I dropped out after completing one year, and ended of getting married instead. During the period of our engagement I asked a girlfriend who her minister was. We wanted to be married in some church, but didn’t have any idea who would perform the marriage ceremony. Christian Science Churches don’t have ordained clergy; they only have laity who are elected as first and second readers. We contacted this minister by telephone and he asked both of us if we would consent to some marriage counseling sessions with him. Both of us agreed and we met with him each week in his office that he had in his home. He asked both of us if we had a personal relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ, and we told him that we didn’t.

The minister would not marry a believer to an unbeliever. In the counseling session, he started telling us about Jesus. But the both of us were not interested in any type of religion and we nicely told him so. He didn’t bring up the subject of Jesus again, but he and his wife started praying for the both of us. After we were married we still attended the Christian Science Church, but not on a regular basis. I wasn’t any longer under the jurisdiction of my parents, so my husband and I sporadically attended the Christian Science Sunday services. Four years into our marriage, our son was born. When he was a tiny infant he became very ill and we knew that something was very wrong with him. He was lying in his crib, and he constantly cried and drew his little legs up to his chest in pain.

Since we were both young and inexperienced parents, we decided to call my father on the telephone and perhaps he could give us some wise counsel. My father responded and said that he would call a Christian Science Practitioner for us. Well, my husband nearly hit the roof in anger and he slammed down the telephone. He knew that our baby needed immediate medical attention. We knew of a family just a few houses away from us that lost a daughter through death because they both trusted a Christian Science Practitioner to heal her. We weren’t about to follow in those same footsteps of that family whose daughter that died.

My husband called the State Police and gave them the description of our car and the license plate number and he told them that he had to quickly rush our baby to the hospital. He didn’t want the police to detain us when we had a medical emergency. We arrived at the hospital and the doctor in charge admitted him, and wanted to keep him overnight for observation. We both stayed at the hospital with our son for quite a long time until we were told to go home for the night because there wasn’t anything else we could do. Both of us were so very heart broken to have to leave our little son in the hospital over night. The following morning we arrived at the hospital and the doctor told us that he would release him so we could take him home with us. He had gastritis which is an inflammation of the stomach lining and if left untreated, could be fatal to an infant. I’m so very grateful that we used good common sense and took our son to the hospital, than to leave him in the hands of a Christian Science Practitioner.

My husband and I had to come to some decision about rearing our child in some religious faith. We decided to call the minister who performed our marriage ceremony. We talked to him over the telephone and he told us where the church was located and the times of the services. So we attended the Sunday morning service at the Community Church. The pastor and his wife asked us if they could stop by and visit us. We noticed that both of them were very friendly and open to us and they shared with us a lot of information about the church. Again we attended Sunday morning services the very next week and the both of us listened attentively to the pastor’s sermon. His message was about the love of Christ and he explained the gospel in such simple terms that a small child could even understand. He explained the sacrificial death of the Lord Jesus Christ. And what I had to do was acknowledge that I was a sinner and that Jesus Christ had shed his precious blood on the cross for my sins. All I had to do was to make a rational decision and accept what Jesus Christ had already done for me on the cross. The pastor gave an invitation to those who wanted to accept Jesus Christ as their Savior and Lord, and asked those people to make a public profession of their faith and to walk forward in the church. The last hymn of the morning service was, "Just as I am without one Plea." I stood there singing the hymn and I felt two hands on my back giving me a little nudge. I turned around to see who was pushing me and no one was behind me, I then turned around and continued to sing the hymn. Again I felt two hands nudging me to go forward and now I know that it was God’s Holy Spirit beginning to work in my life. I walked forward and made a public profession of my faith, and the pastor’s wife accompanied me to a room and she led me in the sinner’s prayer. I came to faith in the Lord Jesus Christ in December 1971, when our son was three months old. And my husband saw such a miraculous change in my life when I started to read the bible and apply its truths in my life. that he too came to faith in January 1972. Since coming to faith my life has never been the same. Christian Science could never fill the void in my heart the way the Lord Jesus Christ has filled it. Some of the teachings of Christian Science are that we can heal ourselves by denying the reality of sickness. They also teach that sin and death are also unreal. If we don’t receive a healing in Christian Science, it’s because we haven’t applied its teachings correctly and we are to try harder in understanding the teachings of Mary Baker Eddy. Christian Science does not heal, because I’ve never been healed all of the years when I was a practicing Christian Scientist. I have medical problems today that I am learning to deal with, but I’d rather have a spiritual healing in my life than a physical healing. I have the assuredness that when I pass from life unto death I will be in the presence of the Lord. We are grateful that the Lord Jesus Christ allowed us to raise our son from infancy in a bible believing church. Today our son is a Soldier in the U. S. Army and serves on active duty. He’s also an ordained minister, and his future goal is to become an Army Chaplain one day.

I John 1:5-10 ~ This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all. If we claim to have fellowship with him yet walk in the darkness, we lie and do not live by the truth. But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin. If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. If we claim we have not sinned, we make him out to be a liar and his word has no place in our lives. NIV

In Christ,
Marjorie C. Woodworth

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Muslim Woman Encounters God

Faridah's Story
October 1989, Petaling Jaya, Malaysia

Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the Lord God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and they hid from God among the trees of the garden. But the Lord God called to the man, "Where are you?" He answered, "I heard you in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid."     --Genesis 3:8-10

A friend of mine gave me a Bible when he saw my suffering: broken relationships...threat of bankruptcy...two violent robberies...near-fatal car crash...and now betrayal by the person whom I loved more than God. He said, "Read the Bible; all your answers are in the Bible."

I was afraid to read it because I was a Muslim. But that evening I couldn’t focus on my prayers. I snatched up the Bible, "If there is a God, speak to me now." I opened it and my eyes fell on these words,

"My children, plead with your mother.  Plead with her to stop her adulterous ways..."
(Hosea 2:2)

I was terrified. Although I was married, I was the second wife. Though legal under Islamic law, I realized the anguish I had inflicted on my husband’s first family and to myself, for I truly believed in the sacredness of marriage. Here was my secret shame now proclaimed. As I read on, my terror increased,

"I will strip her naked as the day she was born."
"I will make her like a dry and barren land...she will die of thirst."
"I will show no mercy to her children..."
"No one will be able to save her from my power..."
"I will turn her vineyards and orchards into a wilderness;
wild animals will destroy them."
(Hosea 2:3-13)

I wanted to hide, but there was no where to hide. My tears now poured like rain, but I would not stop reading, searching, for something to lift me out of the pit. Then I came to these words,

"...I will take her into the desert again; there I will win her back with words of love... and make Trouble Valley a door of hope."
(Hosea 2:14-15)

"Love." "Hope." Forgiveness. Redemption. All that I had yearned for since childhood. Oh joy! Oh balm to gaping wound. I held the Bible close to my chest. I received the Word and was received in return. I read on:

"...I will make you my wife;  I will be true and faithful; I will show you constant love and mercy and make you mine forever."

"I will show love to those who were called ‘Unloved,’ and to those who were called ‘Not My People’ I will say, ‘You are my people,’ and they will answer, 'You are our God.’"
(Hosea 2:19, 23)

My soul rested at peace. I had come home at last.
-- Faridah

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Escaped from Astral Projection, Vampirism, Witchcraft

“My name is Janette. I was into vampirism / witchcraft / meditation / astral projection and did all kinds of rituals and drank blood.”

In 1994 a movie came out in the theaters. "Interview With the Vampire" you know starring Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt?  Well anyway I wasn't in the least interested in vampires at all, but I went to go see it anyway because I loved the actors in it!  I was 23 at the time and gonna out with my ex who was 34, he had his own house and all that.  After the movie was over, I began to really get interested in vampires. that movie was really exciting and it seemed real. I thought could it be possible that vampires really exist?  So I went home that night and when outside to take the trash can up and place that at the side of the house and as I was doing that, I felt a very strong presence behind me. I turned and looked and saw a tall slender figure standing about 20 feet in front of me.  He was wearing a long black coat, and he lured me to himself!  I felt as if I knew this person. I was smiling and began to walk toward him and as I did he backed away and vanished!  I never saw him again.  I believe now, that was one of the demons that possessed me. Later on in 1996 and 1997 I did rituals and a lot of meditation/ astral projection/ witchcraft. So basically that is how I got into the occult, because of that movie.

In April of 2001 my roommate and I were both into vampires and witchcraft and we were very confused, and had prayed to God, that he would help us, so He did.  He sent His servant. Philip C........ this man got us out of the vampire and witchcraft thing, although it took a year and a half to do so.  I could not even say Jesus.  I had so many demons in me and around us. All kinds of demonic things would happen in the apartment we lived in. I had demons cast out from me, over the phone and some in person. But on June 22 of 2003 I asked Jesus Christ to come into my life to be my Lord and Savior, and my life is changing for the better everyday!  I felt so free and clean of all my sins. I felt the Holy Spirit come over and through me. I felt clean and free!  Praise God.  I am getting better every day. but it is a real struggle. I have found the closer you get to God the closer the demons get to you.  They attack much harder then even before.  The demons in me hate this guy Philip.  I believe I was this vampire.  I was so deceived and confused. I use to pray to vampire Gods, but now I can see. The truth has set me free!  The truth has made me see the deception and lies of Satan!  I would never get back into what I use to do. I plan on serving God for the rest of my life and help deliver people from demons and get them saved.  Jesus is my Lord and Savior. 


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Wiccan Confronted by The Light
 “I practiced Wicca for 4-5 years, beginning in about 1991. I was dedicated to the Pagan path that same year by the coven I belonged to, and in 1992 was initiated as a Witch…”                                    

A Converted Wiccan: Victoria's Testimony

When I was about 10 years old, my Mom and I occasionally attended the Seventh-day Adventist church in a nearby town. The Adventist Church was very legalistic back then, though I did not understand what that meant and so had no concept of that at the time.
I thought of myself as a Christian though I had never had a conversion experience or asked Jesus into my heart. I'm not even sure I ever heard the Gospel clearly explained to me. I gave intellectual assent to the truth, that Jesus was the Son of God who came to die for my sins, but I didn't have a personal relationship with Him. This was not a saving faith, for the Bible says that "even the demons believe--and tremble" (James 2:19).

The turning point toward disaster came when I borrowed a sermon tape from the church library. The tape basically said that Christians never sin. They probably used Scripture references such as I John 5:18 -- "We know that no one born of God sins." But this is a poor translation. What it actually means in the Greek is that no one born of God continues in sin, that is, a truly saved person will not be able to live in continuing sin. It does not means that a saved person never sins, for I John 1:8 says "If we say that we have no sin, we are deceiving ourselves and the truth is not in us. First John 1:9 starts off "If we confess our sins..." This presupposes that Christians do sin. Moreover, verse 10 continues the thought. "If we say that we have not sinned, we make Him a lair, and His word is not in us."

Another verse the tape may have used is Numbers 15:30. This verse says that anyone committing a willful sin shall be put to death and that no animal sacrifice is sufficient, but that "that person shall be cut off from among his people." This verse does not take into account the myriad number of verses in the New Testament, such as I John 1:9, that our sins are forgiven in Christ. "If we confess our sins, He is faithful and righteous to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." People also fail to realize Old Testament stories such as that of King David's adultery with Bathsheba. This was a willful sin, yet he was forgiven.

What I took away from the tape, whether or not it was explicitly stated, was that if I sinned even one more time in my entire life, that I would be unredeemable. In short--it would be the unforgivable sin. When I sinned in some minor way shortly after this, I fell into depression. I felt as if, in the words of a well-known evangelist, I had "outsinned the grace of God." I thought I had nothing but hell to look forward to when I died, and life felt so short. What was even 60 more years in comparison to eternity?
I didn't dare tell anyone and the haphazard church attendance of my Mom and I must have ended shortly thereafter. I had no pastor, no mention of God in my home. Additionally, I had lost the only thing that makes life worth living--hope.
My weight dropped, not precariously, but a bit. I contemplated suicide, but what good is ending it all if I only had eternal torment to look forward to? And so I stayed alive, living in total fear. Feeling that God had forsaken me, I forsook Him. He wasn't very likable anyway. I hated Him.

Grace was missing from this picture. Also missing was the work the Holy Spirit does to help us follow the will of God.

It was about a year and a half later that I opened the phone book and randomly called a pastor, telling him my problem. He reassured me that I had not committed the unforgivable sin and that God would take me back. This could have been a turning point in my life, a turning back to God, but it wasn't. Perhaps it was because spirituality was not encouraged in my home, that we never attended church, that my Dad looked down on Christians. Perhaps I was still angry at God and saw Him as not very likeable, much less loveable. Perhaps all of the above. But for whatever reason, whether I decided for myself or it was decided for me, I didn't go back.

If I had not lived it, I would find it hard to believe that a sermon tape could derail a person's walk with God for 15 years, yet that is what happened to me. Even though I knew the way back was open, I did not go back.

But I still had and needed to fill the "God-shaped hole" that we all have within ourselves. I hated the Christian God, so I eventually went looking for acceptance in the arms of other gods. In my late teens I became interested in the New Age, then later in Wicca. I can see now that I was still searching for truth, and for love and acceptance from God, but I was searching in all the wrong places.

How I wish I could go back in time! I would sit down with my 10-year-old self and warn her away from that sermon tape. If she heard it anyway, I would explain the true Gospel message--grace, and forgiveness of all sin. I would show her the truth of forgiveness from the Bible.

I remember a picture of me when I was about 10. I am filled with sadness as I look at that little girl and think back on what was yet future for her. How I want to fix it! How I want to stop the pain!

We live in a fallen world and the god of this world is Satan. He saw a vulnerable little girl interested in the true God and used the legalistic church she attended to draw her away. If it were not for God's direct intervention when I was 25, I never would have found my way back.

Mad at God!
I used to be really angry at Christians. And is it any wonder? They followed a God who was mean, vindictive and would smite you for any little thing you did. He demanded more obedience than I could give. I felt that God was disgusted with humanity. When I lived in Berkeley, California (1990-1992) I used to go over to the university and listen to people taunt the Christian speakers on the plaza. I would involve myself in this as much as I could. One reason I wanted to learn about the Bible was to use it as "ammo" against them. Over a period of about eight years God softened my heart and brought people into my life who showed me Christian love. By the time I took my second undergraduate course at University I wanted to learn about it for the sake of knowledge, not as ammo.

I practiced Wicca for 4-5 years, beginning in about 1991. I was dedicated to the Pagan path that same year by the coven I belonged to, and in 1992 was initiated as a Witch. I also went to many public rituals, and began to make a name for myself by writing articles for Pagan magazines such as Green Egg, Circle Network News, and Hole in the Stone.

The Beginning of the Beginning
In 1995 I began reading my Bible again--going through the New Testament. It didn't seem to do anything at the time except fill some gap. I didn't know why I wanted to read it; I just knew I had an interest in it for some reason.
Salvation begins with God, of course, but He often uses people to accomplish His will. In that sense the beginning of the beginning was with Jim, a liberal Christian I had met on the Internet. In January of 1996 he went through some difficult times and asked me to pray for him. I began by praying to the goddess whom I worshipped at the time, but then thought that I should pray to his God. After all, his problem should be brought before his God.

I remember how humbly and apologetically I approached his God that day. I told Him I wasn't asking anything for myself, that indeed I wouldn't expect anything if I did ask. Then I presented my request for Jim. But I did end up asking for something for myself, and it turned out to be one of the most important things I have ever prayed for. I can't tell you why I did it and even now I'm not sure of the reason, but on two occasions after my prayer for Jim, I tacked on a request for myself: "God, please help me to get to know You." At the time I thought the prayer so important that I promptly forgot about it.
Life continued on as always. But God hears sincere prayers, and He heard that one. He had always worked behind the scenes, but now my prayer had given Him permission to work openly. Things began happening, slowly at first. The next milestone on my journey toward God was just over a month away, at the end of February.

Enter Charles
A month after those prayers I met Charles, a Canadian, on the Internet. He became invaluable to me over the next few months. He helped to answer my questions and concerns. I believe he was truly sent from God because the timing was too perfect.
Charles and I met when I was cruising the soc.religion.christian newsgroup. One day I posted this question: "In one hundred words or less, why are you a Christian instead of something else? Why do you believe? Please, no sermons. I've had quite enough. I just want to know why you believe what you do. Thank you."

As you might imagine, I got quite a few responses, some of them very long (I guess they didn't read the part about no sermons?), and some much more respectful of the length. Charles tried to be respectful, keeping his to 150 words. He gave me a clear, concise answer, but that wasn't what caused me to write him back. What caused that was a single line at the end of his e-mail, looking more like an afterthought than anything else, but still an honest question. "Out of curiosity, why are you a Pagan?" he asked. And I replied, and we just kept writing.

God Shows Up
A month after this, at the end of March, I went to a small Christian music concert held in the gymnasium at St. Mary's College in Moraga. It cost only $5 and was really nothing spectacular. Jesse Manibusan was opening for Margaret Becker. I have always loved Christian music and I wanted to buy a tape from Jesse (it couldn't be bought in a store.) That's one reason I went. But at the concert something happened that I will remember for the rest of my life. There I was, minding my own business, enjoying Jesse's music, when I became aware of this incredibly loving Presence that filled the room. After being taught a God that was mean, angry, and spiteful, this Presence of pure LOVE startled me. There was no way to reconcile it with what I had learned. I hated God, ran from Him. I had spent the last several years of my life doing that. Still, He came after me. While I am sure that the Presence was there because of the music and the love of the people, and not for me, there is no doubt in my mind that I was led there. It took me completely off guard, and when I got home that night and found myself alone in my room with my thoughts, I began to think about it, and I knew some things would have to change. It set me off on a month-long search for this God. During this time many small coincidences occurred, too many and too small to chronicle here, but more than enough to convince me that this God was real, powerful, and that He loved me. It is a scary thing to be chased by God, but exciting, too. You know you're safe and in good hands, but when you're currently worshiping other gods, you don't know which hands are the good ones anymore.

Let me just tell here a couple of the strange things that happened as God reached out for me. Days after the concert, with God very much on my mind, I was listening to a secular lite rock music station on my Walkman when the song "Right Here Waiting" came on. The chorus goes like this: "Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you. Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks, I will be right here waiting for you." I felt God calling me through that song. It was Him singing to me, asking me to come to Him.

The following day I was listening to my Walkman again when I heard the beginning of a commercial. I couldn't tell you what they were selling, but these two sentences leapt out at my ears, "Are you listening? Do you hear it?" That's all I remember, but it was enough
to get me to think of God. After all, how does one not listen to God?
A few days later, another song on the radio. The chorus went like this: "I loved you, you didn't feel the same. Though we're apart, you're in my heart. Give me one more chance to make it real." In those words I felt God asking me to seek Him one more time before throwing Him away. I felt Him tell me to stop running and just give in. Trust.
There is one other thing I wish to mention before moving on: two dreams I had, one just before I was saved, and one after. The differences in their tone is worth noting. First, some background and a clarification. The Satanist in the story below is just that_a Satanist. Satanism should not be confused with Wicca, as Wiccans do not worship Satan, and in fact, do not even believe in him. It is impossible to consciously worship something you do not believe in. Most Wiccans I knew (and still know) are wonderful, law-abiding folks who simply disagree with me in some key theological areas. They are not Satanists, and should not be confused with them. However, as a Christian I do feel that because Wicca does not acknowledge the God of the Bible, it is wrong and therefore evil, though Wiccans themselves are not conscious of this.
Ok, now on to the background of the dreams. I was attending college at the time, and in one of my classes was a Satanist, Jay. (I learned his name when we ended up having a few classes together over time and I would occasionally make small talk with him before class.) He was a nice guy, never acted untoward to me, but he freaked me out anyway. He missed a lot classes between the beginning of the year and the midterm, but after the midterm he began to show up more frequently, and instead of sitting in his usual place in the back, moved forward in the desks until, just after my conversion, he was sitting with me in the front row, just a few seats away. Even though he had never done anything to hurt me, his mere presence became a symbol of evil in my life.
Toward the end of April, about a week before my conversion, I had a dream. I had been
thinking about God so much that my mind, overwhelmed with all that was happening, put my fears into symbolic form. I'm walking toward my college campus and it's night. A van pulls up and the Satanist guy from my class is driving. Suddenly, in the way dreams just "move," I find myself in the passenger seat of the van. There is no invitation on his part, and no acceptance on mine. I'm just suddenly there.

I ask him to let me out at the next block, but he just keeps driving, and soon we are away from the campus area. I crawl behind the front seats to the back of the van, but then I realize that no matter where I go, I'm still in the van with him. I realize I need to get out. I crawl back up front. I tell him that I'm a "white-light, fluffybunny" type Wiccan and this seems to turn him off.

But the scariest part of the dreams was when I asked him, "What do you want?" I will never forget his reply: "To get to know you better." I know it was only my own fears, that evil and good were duking it out over my soul, but it shook me up a bit. It took me an hour to get back to sleep, after I had written everything down.

About two weeks after my conversion, I had a second dream, markedly different in its mood. I'm working in the cafeteria (I worked part-time in the cafeteria at my college). I'm just starting my break and am in line at the taco bar to get some food. On the other side of the bar is Jay, also getting some food. He asks me if I would like to go to the movies with him and I tell him no. Right at that point, out of nowhere, a man who I took to be another student, speaks up and tells Jay to lay off me. Jay asks me if he is my boyfriend and I tell him no, wondering myself who he is. Jay and my mysterious "rescuer"
exchange a couple more sentences that I don't catch. At the end, Jay tells the newcomer "You'd better be careful," and then he goes to sit down to eat. The new guy just sort of disappears. I couldn't tell you what happened to him. I go to a table away from Jay to eat my food.

Charles said that he thought my "mysterious rescuer" was him because he was praying for me, basically "standing in the gap," and that this sort of thing did not make Satan happy. Perhaps on a subconscious level I knew this and hence had the dream.

Visions and Prayers
There were many times over the month of April that I prayed to Jehovah, asking Him to
help me. Toward the end of the month I reached the point where I told Him that, though I wasn't willing to follow Him, I was willing to become willing. Another time, about a week later, I asked Him to help me to love Him. I prayed that I would get to know Him and learn about Him. I prayed that He would show me the way He wanted me to go, walk with me down it, and tell me what to do to serve Him. Often I "felt" Him listening and knew I was heard. I knew that if I was going to get to know this God that I would have to learn to trust Him. And so I used a technique I'd learned as a Wiccan.
I visualized myself on one side of a doorway with the Goddess standing near me. Jesus stood on the other side of the open door. I remember saying to Him, "Give me one good reason I should follow You?" His response stopped me in my tracks: "Because I love you." Jesus kept reaching out for me, telling me to take His hand. No matter how hard I
tried, I couldn't do it.

And then, one night in mid- to late April, it happened. I closed my eyes to do the visualization, and I could take His hand! I knew that He wanted me to step through the door as well, that stepping through the door was a sign of real trust, but it was a few more days until I was able to do that.

Once I had done that, I knew I was crossing a line, a line of trusting God, maybe only a little, but more than in years. He was patiently working with me, knowing that I could never ask Jesus into my heart if there wasn't at least some trust there, however small.
April of 1996 was the most difficult month for me with coincidences abounding. I felt God reaching out for me, and yet I kept shrinking back. Due to my interest in Christianity I was currently attending a class in Christian history at my college. The teacher believed in the hands-on approach, and one of our assignments was to go to some services and write a report. We had to attend Orthodox Lenten and Easter services, and a Catholic Easter service. So there I was, struggling with God very hard, and having to attend all these services. Don't tell me God doesn't have a sense of humor!

Finally, on May 3, 1996 at about 6:45 p.m., I called Charles and had him pray with me, and gave my life to Christ. But it wasn't during the prayer that I felt it. It was when I said, "I want Jesus in my heart" that I felt it. I had accepted Him. I was Christian. Me, the Witch, a Christian! Ironically, this was four years to the day of my dedication to the Pagan path--to the very day.

Later I discovered that Charles had had a strong feeling for half that day that he should pray for me, and that at the time of my phone call he had been, off and on, for about six hours.

Riding the Fence
Of course, I didn't stop my Wiccan activities right away. Soon after my conversion I attended a large Pagan festival in Northern California. I felt it may be my last Pagan
"fling", so I went even though I knew God didn't want me to.
However, I didn't count on Him showing up.

Within a day and a half of arriving I was very confused. I realized later that going there was like walking into a spiritual battle without armor on, like Paul writes of in Ephesians 6. As a new Christian I was a target of the enemy, and here I was willingly walking onto the enemy's ground with no protection! I was so confused that I called Charles (all the way in Canada!) on a pay phone. He told me to talk to God. I said I didn't know if God would listen to me because I was being so bad. He assured me that God would hear. I agreed to think about it. Two or three hours later I went out behind the Meadow Building, sat under the oak tree, and began speaking to God out loud, not a prayer really, just talking. But He heard and He came.

I hadn't spoken two sentences when I sensed this Presence under the tree with me. As at the concert, it took me off guard. Unlike the concert, this was a completely personal experience. He was there for me, because I had called Him. I expected Him to be angry with me for doing something I knew He didn't want me to do, but He wasn't. Now I know that He meets each of us where we are and gives us exactly what we need. I needed understanding and compassion at that point, not judgment, and that's what He gave me.

But His presence made me angry. I didn't know what to say, and I wasn't going to repent. He was being too loving by coming to the festival, coming after me, so I told Him to go away. He refused, remaining near. I repeated the command. He still didn't move. Finally I had to get up and walk away. If He wouldn't leave, I would. He remained close for the rest of the festival, reminding me that He was there just waiting for me to call on Him, to come back. Needless to say, all this made a big impression on me. Later, an acquaintance of mine, Bruce, the man who later baptized me, told me He didn't go away because I had invited Him into my life when I gave myself to Him. He wasn't about to leave me alone.

Choosing Sides
I was baptized at the end of the summer, but not without having to first choose sides.
Two days before it was to happen, Bruce discovered that I had not yet renounced Paganism. He told me he wouldn't baptize me unless I did. It was hard for him to tell me this, and hard for me to hear it, but it needed to be said. I am glad he put Christ and the Gospel before the comfort of either of us. He helped me to understand how important baptism is: How could I undergo a death and rebirth initiation ritual unless I really was dying to my old life? How could I be raised to new life in Christ if I was still holding onto and practicing the old ways?

I mention my baptism because it was an important turning point. I call it my "Joshua moment" because, like Israel with Joshua, I was being given a choice of whom to worship. I made the same choice they did, a conscious decision to worship only Jehovah. Giving my life to Him on May 3 was only the beginning, as I had not given up worshiping other gods. He worked with me and on me, patiently walking me to this decision point.

Much has changed in my life since I accepted Christ. I have a sense of peace I never had before. Somehow this God puts to rest all the doubts that the Goddess never could. Even when I run from Him I know He still loves me and that someday I will be with Him in heaven. He answers the questions about this life, and the life to come. He tells me everything will be okay, and that He'll never abandon or forsake me. He shows justice tempered with love, which is mercy.

Directly after my conversion my relationship with my boss improved dramatically. Where once he threatened to "let me go" because of my bad attitude, he no longer spoke of this, and became downright friendly. My co-workers also mentioned how happy I seemed all the time. (Dancing with my mop as I clean the floor is not depressed behavior.) Other people have noticed that I complain less. I also worry less. I had a bad attitude and was irritable. The Goddess was not very helpful when I wanted to change these self-destructive behaviors. I was, in fact, unable to change no matter how hard I tried. With God, I didn't have to try. It just happened. The peace and joy He gives really is beyond all understanding, and one's attitude cannot help but change when bathed in this love.

Some people will tell you that Christianity and Wicca can be blended, that you don't have to give up one to practice the other. This is untrue. I tried to blend the two, but at every step the Holy Spirit told me I had to choose (Joshua 24:15).

I've naturally begun to re-evaluate who the Goddess is. I've noticed that there have been times when I was in life-and-death situations and called out to her, only to get no response. One situation occurred in January, 1996 when I was hit by a motorcycle as I crossed the street. In my pain and fear I called out to her. I received silence. She promised she'd never forsake me. She lied.

We worship a wonderful God! Who else than the God of the Bible, the only true God, Jehovah, could take an initiated Witch worshiping other gods and bring her to the Gospel light? What other God would bother? I deserved justice, and justice dictated that I continue to live, and eventually die, in the dark. But God, in order to show His mercy and magnify His glory, stooped down to me even though I had persecuted Him and blasphemed the very glory I should have worshipped.

I used to worship other gods; now I worship the one true God. Under Joshua's leadership, the Israelites were given a choice of whom to worship: "Choose for yourselves today whom you will serve" (Joshua 24:15). Joshua then told them who he would worship: "As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord" (24:15). And the Israelites chose the same: "Far be it from us that we should forsake the Lord to serve other gods" (24:16). Like Joshua and the Israelites, I too have chosen to follow the Lord, and Him alone.

This story doesn't have an end, as no story about one's life ends until that life comes to an end. I hope this helps or enlightens you in some way. May God bless you richly as you search for and walk with Him.

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Satanism and Seances

Testimony Of Stan Litchfield

I was brought in a home that was used for Satan’s purposes with séances and witchcraft of various kinds. Satan targeted my life for many years and it was a terrible experience. God has a call on my life, but I did not answer even after serving in World War II and the Korean War. I became a heavy drinker and came to a point where I saw things come through the wall. One day when I was 43 years old, I felt a sudden urge to go to church and had to pick one of the phone book. Miraculously, my drinking was taken away from me that first week and on the fourth week, I gave my whole life to the lord Jesus Christ. In short time, He also took away my swearing and many other bad habits that I had.  My life has been new and wonderful since that day 33 years ago. The amazing thing is that I didn’t have to struggle to give up the bad things in my life. God helped me by taking them away. All I had to do was to really want to be rid of them so I could be a better witness for him.

Now I have a wife who serves the lord and we have entered full-time ministry. Every day is an exiting adventure because we serve Him; we never know what He has in store.

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There Must Be Something More

Sid RothSid’s Story

My name is Sid Roth. I am a Jew. Both of my parents were Jewish. I have Israeli and American citizenship. I attended a traditional synagogue where I was bar mitzvah.

Like most American Jews, I found organized religion irrelevant to my life. I was proud of being Jewish, but bored with religion.

To be honest, my god was money. My goal was to be a millionaire by age 30. By 29, I had graduated college, was married, was the father of one daughter, and was an account executive for Merrill Lynch. Although I had a wonderful life and career, I felt I was a failure because I was not a millionaire.

I did something I am not proud of. I left my wife, daughter and Merrill Lynch and went searching for happiness. My search led me to Eastern meditation, the New Age. During this search, I almost lost my mind. Life was too difficult.
A Christian businessman challenged me that my Jewish Bible condemned my occult practices and told me that Jesus was the Jewish Messiah that my Orthodox Jewish upbringing had carefully hidden from me. I was stunned.

So I began to read the Jewish Scriptures for myself and I got the shock of my life. What he had said might well be true. No sooner had that thought formed in my mind than the New Age spirit guide that I had surrendered to began to curse me from inside that same mind!

Previously, I thought I controlled this New Age spirit guide, but I now knew that was not true. I had a power, a strong power, and it was evil.

I went to sleep that night so full of fear, I wanted to die! In desperation I prayed, “Jesus, help!” I still did not know if Jesus was real, but I had nowhere else to turn.

The next morning when I woke up, I knew immediately that the evil that had been inside of me was gone! Even my fear was gone! I knew it was that prayer I had prayed the night before! In place of fear and desperation, I had a tangible peace and feeling of love that I had never experienced before. And I knew that Jesus was real.

Not only did He reach down to save me and restore me to my right mind, but He also restored my marriage and gave me back my wonderful wife, Joy, and my precious daughter, Leigh. My entire immediate Jewish family, including my father, mother, sister and brother-in-law, came to know Jesus. And since 1972, I have devoted my life to telling Jewish people Jesus is our Messiah!

Read the full account of how Sid came to know Jesus as his Messiah in his autobiography, “There Must Be Something More!” [ from: ]

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Orthodox Rabbi Reveals Name of Messiah

Testimony Of Rabbi Yitzhak Kaduri

Rabbi Yitzhak Kaduri reveals the name of the Messiah before he died! He was a renowned Mizrahi Haredi rabbi and Kabbalist who devoted his life to Torah study. He was a teacher and esteemed revered master in a famous seminary in Israel. Click below to watch video about his divine encounter:
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