Delivered from Witchcraft and Tarot

My name is Katina. I grew up in church all my life. When I was 17 years old I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Saviour. I loved Jesus with all my heart. I was in church everytime the doors were open. It was a rare occasion that I would miss a service and when I was absent it seemed like my whole week was unbalanced.

When I was 20 years old and still in college I became good friends with someone much older than me. He was going through a tough time and he confided in me about some controversial issues he was facing. I started slipping away from God because I didn’t understand how to stay friends with this guy and serve God at the same time. Later on, I stopped going to church. Walking away from God was like killing a part of myself. I was so ashamed that I couldn't make myself go back to church. I just stayed in a state of denial.

At 27 years of age I was so far away from the Lord that I experimented with Witchcraft. My experimentation became a lifestyle. I used Tarot cards on a daily basis, I had an altar where I lit "special” candles and I used the ouija board. Don't be fooled like I was into thinking that people who have passed on are the ones talking to you. That's not it at all! You will come face to face with Satan himself because he'll be the one talking to you!

He'll tell you lie after lie and convince you that you're talking to a dead family member or some wise person whose passed away long ago.

Using the ouija quickly became an addiction. I would spend about eight hours per week in DIRECT contact with the devil. After awhile I started to experience strange things. For example: In the middle of the night I'd awaken by the sound of someone running down the hallway and opening or slamming the front door. I would get up to check it out, but there was nothing to see.

There were times when I would hear someone walking up my bedroom steps and walking across my floor towards me in bed. I would turn around, but no one was there. I would lie in bed and feel the entire bed shake as if it were pushed. Shadows would move across my walls when there was nothing to cast a shadow. A lamp that sat securely on my desk catapulted out at me. These were just the beginnings of more terrifying things that were yet to come.

You may be saying to yourself right now, "Why didn't you just turn back to the Lord?" It's because I really didn't know how! At this point my mind was not my own. You see, by stepping into the devil's playground I unknowingly gave him permission to control me. I was terrified! I was afraid to go to bed because I was tormented every night. I'd get up during the night to use the bathroom and I'd feel something walking behind me or hovering over me.

I actually know what the presence of evil "feels" like. If there's a bad spirit around me every hair on my body stands on end. There's also a "whoosh" feeling that starts in the pit of my stomach and moves straight up my body. It feels like the "going down" feeling on a roller coaster. This started happening more frequently and it got more intense to the point where it took my breath away. This was the turning point in my situation. Up to this point it had been going on for about a year and a half.

After that, changes started to quickly take place. I was i

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