Freed from Satanism, Occult Bondage and Drugs – Candace Caldwell

I came from a long line of Pentecostals and Southern Baptists, but was raised
in a home that more resembled hell than anything christian.  My mom
was a pentecostal, although she wouldn’t step foot in a church. She said
she had once been “saved,” but had lost it. She never elaborated on how.
Actually she  was a paranoid schizophrenic, in and out of mental hospitals…my
father, the Southern Baptist, was a nice, but passive man. Not only did
they fight over religion, they fought about anything and everything. 
I saw knife fights, broken bones, chairs and TVs thrown through walls, was
the victim of incest and child abuse to the point of torture, and didn’t
know that there were families who didn’t behave this way. I remember going
to school with belt marks across my face, from where my mother had been
in a drunken rage the night before…I would tell school officials that
my brother had done it, because I believed that if I ever told anyone about
what really went on, mom would probably kill me right in front of the cops
who came to take me away. 

I would escape from everything by going to church with my father, but
all I saw was a bunch of giggling girls, making fun of somebody’s dresses. 
There was never a single shred of proof that God was alive.  As a
child, I wanted to be an evangelist…by the time I was 13, I had decided
that God was a myth, and quit church.  He certainly never seemed
to anwser any of my prayers, so I decided that he was of no use to me
at all.

When I was 15, I slipped going down a flight of stairs at school, and
broke two vertebrae in my back and severely herniated a disk.  When
I could go back to school, I was stuck in the library instead of going
to PE… and there I discovered an Encyclopedia of Demonology and Witchcraft. 
I started learning how to cast natal horoscopes, and then went into palmistry. 
A strong level of psychic ability ran in my mother’s family, and I soon
discovered I also had the family “gift.”  I became associated with
a couple of different witch covens, non-sectarian druidic, and I was entranced
with their religon.  They had such a strong comittment to the earth
and nature, and didn’t go around hiding the fact that they too had strongly
developed psychic powers.

After awhile, I got tired of them.  They didn’t believe in satan
or demons, and never knowingly called on these powers, but I knew enough
from my christian upbringing to know that they were getting power from
somewhere… and it sure wasn’t God.  That only left the devil, whether
they believed in him or not.  I began to see their religion as the
“cosmic gospel….” that we don’t need a savior, because everything is
already in us to save ourselves. I wasn’t buying it anymore…I wanted
something stronger.

I then flirted around with satanism, and found out that they didn’t hack
it, either.  Most satanists didn’t really believe in the devil at
all…they just considered him a symbol for evil, and that didn’t make
sense to me.  You can’t say that you don’t believe in a real God,
but only in a symbol…and then claim you are a christian.  If you
don’t believe in satan, you aren’t really a satanist.  So I dumped
satanism too, and began compiling my own magickal systems.

All this time, I was being forced to go to first a fundamentalist Baptist
school and then a fundamentalist college.  Their legalism did nothing
but make me run the other way even faster.  I met a boy at the christian
college, we got married and had three girls, and I graduated to become
a high school English teacher.  I was a respected wife, mother, and
professional, but I was getting further and further involved in the real
dark side of demon worship.

I had by now begun to learn from great occultists like Bennett and Waite,
Regardie, Fortune, and Crowley.  I started working with thelemic
magick, which is the science of demonolatry.  I found out the listings
of demons, their ranks in hell, the times and days to evoke them, the
incantations to use, and the offerings needed.  I had gotten to the
point that the mention of God’s name would send me into a foaming at the
mouth fit, because I hated him so bad.  I not only evoked the demons,
I invoked them.  (To evoke is to command to appear in front of you: 
to invoke is to command to come into you.)  I was really succesful
at getting them to come in, too.

I had discovered that my husband came from a long line of alcoholics,
and had just been waiting to get away from mommy and daddy so he could
cut loose too.  My life began to take on the characteristics of every
alcoholic family, and I began to descend into what was simply another
kind of hell.

I had been teaching for about nine years, still learning as much as possible
about occultism, when I wandered into a “healing meeting” with Charles
and Frances Hunter.  I had a newsletter that I helped put out, and
went to reveal them and their ministry as huge fakes and write an article
on it.  I went in and sat down, and I saw people seeming to get healed
right in front of me.  I remember one guy that came in the back door
with a visibly curved left leg, and then I saw him running back and forth
across the stage with his leg straight…but I considered it mass hypnosis. 
Finally the meeting was over, and I went out and sat in the hotel lobby
to write the article for the newsletter…but I didn’t know what to write. 
Finally a pastor came over and started asking all kinds of questions…I
told him I hated his God, and his God hated me, and just to leave it at
that.   I must have winced when I stood up, because he asked
if I needed prayer for healing….and to get him to shut up, I decided
to let him pray for my back.  He did, and I bent over and there wasn’t
any pain.  (That was 18 years ago, and the pain hasn’t come back.)

I decided to start going to his small, charismatic church, but I discovered
I couldn’t stand it either.  Same old judgmental christians, like
nothing had ever changed.  This began a double life of occultism
and christianity.  I had gotten to the point where I was actually
having blackouts, and would come to hours later, trailing somebody down
the beach with a loaded .380 in my pocket, hunting them.  I now had
demonic power so strong that I didn’t even have to work a ritual to get
them to manifest:  I could simply send them out to do whatever I
wanted.  It finally got to the point that if I even got mad at somebody,
a demon would go after them without me even telling it to do so. 
Five people ended up dying that way… and it started to scare me, because
I couldn’t control them anymore.

About this time, the State sent me a notice telling me my Baptist college
had not finished their accreditation procedures, and my degree wasn’t
worth the paper it was printed on.  I ended up mostly trapped at
home with three young kids, no job, and an alcoholic hisband.  I
would go on an occultic binge and get so sick of it that I would go to
church, and get so sick of it I would go back to the occult.  I finally
did a ritual where I inscribed a chalice and did an entire black mass,
telling satan that I renounced Jesus forever and would dedicate myself
to destroying anyone and everyone who was a follower of His.

About that time, I used cocaine for the first time.  Within a month,
I was dealing, and did an excellant job of it.  After two years,
I had a $500 a day coke, crack, and heroin habit…I carried a gun, had
lost 60 pounds, and my hands shook so bad I couldn’t hold a glass of water
without slopping it out all over myself.  I would do coke and heroin
all day, every day, until I fell asleep three or four days later…and
the first thing that I did when I woke up was more coke, mixing in hashish,
reefer, angel dust, hash oil, and two or three hits of acid at a time.  
Curiously, I never did any of this in front of my kids…I took care of
them and  would have gleefully shot anybody that so much as touched
a hair on their heads.  I still worshipped the ground my husband
walked on, no matter how bad he got.

 Finally my business partner got popped buying two kilos from undercover
DEA agents, and I decided to close up the drug store.   I tried
going back to church again, for the fiftieth time, and discovered I now
was going to have to come off of a huge physical and mental addiction
to drugs.  I began to go back to church regularly, hating it the
whole time, and started working with “emotional healing,” which basically
deals with the original emotional injuries that are  allowing demons
to go in and out of a person like they have a revolving door.  I
decided to try and clean my life up.

Hubby didn’t want anything to do with it, and was ticked off because
his constant supply of free coke was gone.  For an entire year, he
continued the weekly procedure of getting his check on Friday … stopping
and having a beer…having a six pack … buying an 8-ball of coke…taking
off with his buddies to the strip bar, and coming home Sunday night with
$25 left out of the original several hundreds he had gotten paid. 
By Wednesday night, it would all start over again.  We sunk into
terrible poverty, but I refused to sell or do drugs again.

All this time, I would regularlarly show up at church.  I even tried
“deliverance” (which is christianeze for casting out devils) over and
over…but knew that I still loved the occult.  I had even come out
as a crusader against it, and was on TV and talk shows and held meetings
teaching about the New Age Movement and the dangers of cults and the occult. 
But I knew that secretly, I wanted to dive back into it.  I was under
a huge guilt trip because of it.

Finally my husband’s brother was killed in a trucking accident…the
widow got about a quarter of a million dollars in insurance money…and
my husband of 22 years decided he was “in love” with her, and walked out. 
He left me with a broken car, a broken house, no job, no money, and a
10, 12, and 14 year old to take care of.  I had no alternative but
to go on welfare and remember cleaning toilets with a toothbrush for nasty
old rich ladies to feed my kids, while he and his new love were shacked
up in a $500 a night suite in a hotel, tipping the waiter $50 to bring
up their lobster.  On top of it, the house taxes weren’t paid…and
I finally got a notice that I had 30 days to come up with almost $11,000
or my house would be sold on the courthouse steps.  I had to remortgage
my paid -off house.

The middle child started running with gangs, and got on crack cocaine,
and almost ended up in prison.  The youngest nose-dived into straight
Fs in school, and the oldest almost worked herself to death trying to
bring in whatever money she could.  I was trying to go out and work
full time and stay home full time with my kids, and it wasn’t working. 
I honestly don’t know why I didn’t pick up the gun and blow my brains
out.  And suddenly I was the evil “single woman,” who had somehow
ruined her marriage…all my women friends at church thought I wanted
their husbands, and all the husbands thought I would get their wives to
act wild because I had “no responsibility” and was “too free.”  Yeah,
sure I was.  I would lay awake at 4 in the morning, shaking from
fear because I knew I didn’t have the money to pay the lights and they
were going to be turned off the next day.  Hubby was hiding from
child support, having a great time with his new life…after he had so
conveniently helped to ruin everyone else’s.

All this time, I refused to ask God for help.  I didn’t hate him
anymore, but figured he hated me.  Finally, one day, God spoke to
me…He said, “Does this hurt you, what your husband did?”  I said,
“What?  Of course it did.”  He said, “All this time, no matter
what he did, you were always faithful to him.  You always took him
back, every time, and simply loved him…didn’t you”  I said yeah,
that was pretty much true.  God then said, “Every time you walk off
from me, back into the occult, it hurts me the same way you are hurting
now.”

That stunned me.  I had never even considered that God had emotions,
and had never thought that we could hurt him.  All I knew was, I
would never want to be responsible for causing pain like that to anyone…and
all desire I had for the occult simply vanished, and has never come back.

Today, seven years later, I have a terrific job at a Pro stadium. 
My oldest daughter manages a fast food restaraunt and is in her second
year of college.  The second one is off drugs and is a cook in a
neighborhood restaraunt.  The youngest is still in school and sometimes
gets better grades.  My life is not on top of the world, but it is
a million percent better than it was.  Hubby’s true love tossed him
out and married someone else, but he is God’s problem these days, not
mine.  I spend a lot of free time on the net, warning people that
my entire occult experience can be summed up in a verse from one of the
Psalms of David…”thier sorrows shall be multiplied, who hasten after
another god.”

My personal philosophy is that if someone wants to be involved in witchcraft
or satanism or the occult, that is their business, although I advise against
it.  Those demons that we so blithely allow to enter are absolute
hell to get rid of…but occultism isn’t the unpardonable sin.  I
can stand against what they are doing, but that doesn’t mean I have to
be against them as a person. If they decide to come out of it and start
having problems (and they will) then I am available for help.  I
am associated with a deliverance ministry, and casting out devils is one
of the joys of my life.

I have seen the miracles of God over and over…in fact, that’s my middle
kid in the testimony on this site, “Word
of Knowledge Saves Daughter From Death
“.

If you are still involved in the occult, you need to think real hard
about the effect it is eventually going to have on both your life and
the life of everyone in your family…but there is help available if you
decide to utilize it.  Until then, I pray God’s blessing and direction
upon the lives of all who read this.

Candace

[email protected]
 

A KING’S RANSOM

There’s an auction block in hell, 
and it always draws a crowd;
There the bids for the souls of the fallen 

come fast, and hard, and loud.

Now, many have stood on that block in chains,
And were led away trembling in fear;
But many have chosen their masters themselves,
And serve without shedding a tear.
Some offers are high, and some offers are low,
But the end is always the same:

When you’re bought by the devil there is no escape-
And you’ve only yourself to blame.

Now the day it was slow, the bidding was low,
With only a few led away-
Then with a howl, and a hiss, and a growl, 
The demon crowd parted the way.

The imps were all silent. The devils were quiet-

And satan’s whole crowd was in shock!
Then they started to yell, and they started to riot–
As the King’s own daughter stepped up on the block.

Defiant and proud, and calm as could be,
She stared down the demonic throng.
“I’ve decided to stray, and to go my own way.
My Father and I don’t get along.”

Well, the bids then that day were quite high (so they say)

And great was the devil’s own cost..
But gladly she went as they led her away,
And they counted another soul lost.

So the years, they went by, counting day after day,
Serving the masters of sin;
And she came to the block and was bid for anew…
Over and over again.

Till one day she came back, once again to be sold,

And said, “Who’ll start bidding for me?”
But the waste of the years and the scars of her sin
Were there plainly for any to see.

So she stood, as they taunted,
Too abused to resist, too broken to cry;
All alone..and unwanted…
No sins left to try.

Then a Voice from the back said, “I’ll bid for the child,” 

And the demons who heard it began to go wild.
The head devil said, “Better send for the boss!
And boy, is he gonna be riled!”

Now the snake, he was smart (ruining lives is an art)
So he turned to the King, and he smiled.
“My price is quite high for this broken-down life!
But what will you bid for your child?”

“Put up or shut up,” he said with a sneer.

“let the King show us all what He’s got!
The cost has been stated, so what do you say?
What’s she worth to you? What will you pay?”

Then the screams rang through hell, as the crimson drops fell,
And satan had nothing to say.
He could not match the cost, so another he lost…
And the King took His daughter away.

Have you stood on that block, and been bid for, yourself?

Have you seen your life wasted away?
You’re just too far gone, way too much has gone wrong,
To turn around now, and be safe?

Just remember one thing: you’re a child of the King,
And His love hasn’t changed to this day.
Yes, your freedom costs dear, but it’s so very near!
It’s only one prayer away.

 

Candace Caldwell
c. 1994

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  1. Jimani Crieket says:

    This is BS at its finest. Amazing to think that this woman did all this without the expense of her children. Because it is NOT possible. A belief that it is ALL about her is very apparent. Some call it Grandiose. But, as we all know our Christian Faith also explains how some will act as having salvation to get us to follow and adore. Read carefully..
    I think someone who writes an essay like this, around four pages long in small print, wants people to think she is “An Amazing Story”. Yes, it looks great to the common eye. But, she wants to show you all she knows, not about faith about her OLD faith!The rest is ideas, practices and powers. She only writes three sentences in the end about Christ. Only three! She is not a follower. She wants attention! She believes that her children (Three she said) didn’t see a thing, no alters, no drugs, no rages, no staying up at night because of drugs, that is just blindness. But, wait, she blames someone else the father who was liquored-up and everyone else. If she started worshipping the devil at 15 then if I was “the father” or myself I would have beat her as well!!! Yeah, that works. She is a fake, a demon that laughs in the faces of believers. She teases with ideas. This same follower is now on the internet writing the same long BS about being a Lesbian! Don’t believe in every Blown-up story people! If she reads this message. And, she will, after checking her name a million times. She will counter-attack with big words and ideas of others. CLOSE YOUR EARS!

    • jesseedavis says:

      You may very well be right. However, please watch how you say it. Thanks!

    • How can you stand there and judge her so?? Who died and left you boss? She gave a testimony of how she was once involved in the occult but was set free, so why knock it?

      Do you have facts to back up your accusations against her?? Can you share and SUBSTANTIATE those facts here on this forum complete with reliable links to back them up?

      Why did you attack her unprovoked for just publicly sharing her testimony??

      She did nothing to provoke your animadversions of her. Not a single thing.

      Really, your response reminds me of the accuser of the brethren and sounds for all the world as if you have a personal axe to grind against her.

      I believe, and so does our Lord that everybody deserves a chance, and this woman deserves at LEAST the benefit of the doubt.

      PROVE your accusations against her, or if you can’t then you need to keep them to yourself and NOT cause division, which is precisely what your post is attempting to do.

      Here is my stance: As far as I’m concerned, until someone offers substantial facts and evidence to the contrary, this woman is a welcomed sister in the Lord, accepted in the Beloved.

  2. If your husband is physically beating you, verbally assaulting you constantly or active in demonic practice then leave. Go somewhere. Get out!

    Are you unequally yoked? If so..why?

    You don’t have to file for divorce but leave if the above fit.

    You made the decision to marry this guy. Not God. Now you want God to come in and fix it all…well ….. He will not because your husband has a free will God gave Him and God will allow him to use it! Whether you like the way he does this or not.

    Will your husband answer? Yes…but not now. He will when judgement day comes but until then he may do as he wishes.

    What are you going to do?

  3. JustAGuy says:

    When a person is pleased to dwell with another, there is no room for being attacked. If you are divorced in your heart because you do not love each other and there is no desire to make it work on one or both ends of it, I believe you are free to leave. The question of marrying someone else after that is another topic.

    Christians can be demonically attacked – but Jesus has made a way to be free of that. What do you mean “he is mad” – are you saying mad as in crazy, or mad as in angry? When you fight, what level of response comes from your end? Do you yell, throw things, hit at him, hit him?

    Blessings and Peace,
    Timothy

  4. Your story was very moving. God is amazing! I am sorry, along with all the others that have left comments, that you had to suffer so much. But God is faithful and comes just when we need him and at just the right time to make an eternal difference. I think what I got most out of your story, as a christian, is that our churches need to take a good look at ourselves and make sure we ARE being the church God has called us to be. If you had found a true God fearing, bible believing, loving church with people living out the true christian life, perhaps that would have saved you some heartache and brought you to the Lord sooner. It is a challenge I will not take lightly. Thank you for sharing!

  5. Razola says:

    Well welcome home My DAD used to keep a close watch on me cause I was sensitive to the Spirit world.I am sorry your life has been hard but praise God he delivered you from all that bondage,it must have been really hard I am sorry you were hurt so much by others and yourself.But God will teach you you are a daughter and to be a loved one at that.I love you in Jesus if it means anything and I will pray for you I will ask for joy to be your guide you have earned her company.
    Do not worry I was just insulted by some person I admired a lot and really shocked about a few other things God helps us forgive and forget I love you in Christ many others do too.

  6. tim thompson says:

    I would like to thank you for shareing your story it deeply touched me because i got involved alot in psychics and how much money is involved in it.I am so thankful you were willing to share your story because it shows alot of humility and genuine concern for others.tim

  7. WOW, girl you got a story to tell alright.
    Praise God for never giving up on you even through the times you hated Him so much. The Most High God is power and most importantly love and He loves you beyond what you and I can imagine. I am so happy for you and your family, that all of you are now ok and out of hell. God blessings and favor be upon you all.
    I was interested in witchcraft and demonology for a short part in my young teenage life but never really went on to pursue it. On the other hand i spent most of my young adulthood life on drugs, drunking myself into a coma and having sex like there’ll be no tomorrow. So I take my hat off to you for making that step towards the light of Jesus Christ. You brave and I respect you for that and for telling it like it is. You, as a young mother, as a woman in today’s society, were faced with horrible adversaries and fought hard to overcome, You make me proud! God bless you. My wish for you is in Psalm 20:1-6, I hope you’ll read this Scripture.
    Peace be with you.

  8. There are situations when only God can help. I have a son who I never thought would come back to us after a serious year long drug addiction. Narconon Vista Bay is the rehab center that saved him, but I’m sure it was all God’s work.

  9. gordwick says:

    Well, I am impressed, you had a pretty troubled life so far. I am glad you are back to your senses now, I really am and I know about your drug pain too. I’ve been addicted to drugs several years (I consider them lost years) and I regret that even now. My family put me to drug treatment and I managed to save myself from that hell…

  10. God Loves you and it is so good that you have came back to him. Don’t leave God because he has so much more things he wants to do with you. Don’t worry about things God will always provide a way. God bless you write back

    • i beleive my hubby is a witch by birth. do i stay with him? im constantly being attacked demonically(tormented) im a christain i dont understand? ive been told i can not divorce. i believe he is mad because of our past fights and he curses me.when we fight i get attacks of dizziness. sometimes i feel like im smothering. does God want this for me?

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