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I was born and raised in Jamaica and moved to the United States when I was 19. In February 2022, I met a girl on Tinder. We went on a date, and afterward, we did things only married couples should do. At that time in my life, I was still living in the world. I was living in sin, and I was even questioning if God was real. I was into a lot of New Age practices. After I sinned unprotectedly with that young lady, shortly after, I started feeling weird down there, so I got tested. Everything came back clean, but I was still feeling uneasy. I then told her to get tested, and her labs came back positive for herpes. I’ve never been more scared in my life. I then got tested again, and it came back negative but inconclusive, which means it was too soon, but there’s a possibility. For the next 6 months, I kept getting tested and begging God to heal me. I prayed and asked God to heal me, send me a wife, and I would give my life to him and stop fornicating. Eventually, I got tested again with a more conclusive and thorough test, and the results were negative.

Met My Wife

In February 2023, I met my now-wife and got married in January 2024. We met online; she was living in Nigeria. We would talk on video and on the phone, so I knew she was real. I was working, saving, and making plans to go see her, however, the devil had other plans. Her ex-boyfriend confiscated her phone, saw our messages, and got jealous.

He tried to split us up by threatening us with witchcraft. That didn’t work, so he resorted to using witchcraft on me and her. While he was making her and her family’s lives a living nightmare in Nigeria, he was doing witchcraft on me to break us up and destroy my finances.

I woke up one night and felt a dark presence enter my bedroom. That night I could hardly sleep, however, in the morning, after eventually falling asleep, I woke up with a strong feeling, like a knowing or downloaded knowledge, that the guy was doing witchcraft on me.

Attack on My Finances

Things started falling apart; I stopped making money in my business, and my semi-truck would break randomly for no reason, causing me to lose money fixing it and lose out on loads because I was always in the shop. I lost that business, my car, and my apartment. I ended up in debt because there was a period when I couldn’t get a job, so I had to use my credit card. On top of that, I was having suicidal thoughts, depression, and anxiety.

The Devil Wanted My Mind

The enemy succeeded in destroying my finances, and now they wanted my mind. It started with the dark, heavy presence. I would wake up at night with the feeling of dread, darkness, and wickedness in the atmosphere. I would get this strong urge to pray, but I didn’t know how to pray, so I would get my Bible and say Psalms 91 over and over until the presence left. In the semi-truck, we got this thick, heavy blackout curtain that separates the sleeping quarters from the area where you drive. I would see twisted and dark faces in the curtains.

At night, I would wake up with that dark presence in the truck. Then God would put a strong urge in me to start praying. The faces would be smiling with an insidious look on their faces, and then, as soon as I started praying Psalms 91, their smile would turn to pure anger and hatred. Periodically, during the day, I would feel the heavy dark presence come over me like a heavy blanket, which I now know was a spirit of depression.

Thought I Was Losing My Mind

I had to take a crash course in surviving witchcraft, so Google and YouTube were literally my friends because I was never raised in the church, so I didn’t know what to do. I got baptized at 15 but backslid instantly. I would play Psalms scripture on my phone while I sleep, or I would play worship music while I sleep.

One night, I woke up, and I had sleep paralysis. All I could hear was a magic portal sound and a man laughing. It eventually stopped, and I was able to move again. The worship music had stopped playing on my phone, so I reached for my phone. As soon as I grabbed my phone, the music started playing. I was dealing with nightmares, feeling dark presence, deep depression, anxiety, stress, fear, and panic attacks. I was ready to check out. I was doing research and watching YouTube videos on deliverance, spiritual warfare, and witchcraft.

I was still watching pornography and masturbating, so I stopped, went cold turkey after watching self-deliverance videos on YouTube on deliverance from the spirit of lust and perversion. Before I got delivered from lust, I was addicted to porn and masturbation. I’ve been doing it since I was 11 or 12. I was so shocked at how easy it was for me to quit after God delivered me. I would spend day and night watching deliverance videos on YouTube. I would manifest, vomit, spit up, cough, and my body and face would contort on their own. I must’ve watched deliverance videos on every demon known to man.

I was policing myself because a curse doesn’t land without a cause, right? Well, God allows certain things to happen, to train you, and to build you up. I was tossed on the battlefield with no prior training, and I had to learn fast.

After demons started manifesting in the physical, trying to instill fear in me, and hearing voices in my head threatening me and telling me to leave my wife, I thought I was losing my mind. I was under attack constantly; I feared going to bed at night because the dreams were terrifying, and the atmosphere of fear and dread was terrifying. One day, I was going through an intense episode of attack, and God spoke to me. He told me the enemy was messing with my mind; it’s all in my head; all those feelings of anxiety, dread, and panic were the devil. I wasn’t possessed, and they can’t hurt me. After coming to that realization, everything stopped. The heavy feeling of the dark presence, the electric feeling that would grip me, all faded away. The stronghold was broken when God revealed that truth to me.

During that time, the enemy wanted my wife and me to break up, and he would stop at nothing to accomplish his goal.

The Physical Attack Began

The devil doesn’t quit. He regroups and attacks another way. His plan to attack my mind with fear, depression, and suicide failed, so he started attacking me physically. It all started from a dream. I was eating in the dream, and when I woke up, there was a demon walking away from my bed. He turned around, stared at me, and vanished. A few days later, whatever they did manifested because I could feel something touching my arm constantly. At first, I didn’t pay any attention to it; I thought it was just my clothes brushing up on my skin.

One night, I had a horrible dream and woke up feeling very sick and weak. I was taking communion almost every day at that point. So, I took communion, and after feeling a little better, I told my wife what was happening. My mom convinced me to take some time off work and come stay with her for a week, so I purchased a plane ticket and went to visit my mother. When I arrived there, the next morning, she took me to her church on a Saturday to speak to one of the members, but he wasn’t there. In fact, nobody was there, and just as we were about to leave, the bishop showed up. We talked, he prayed for me, and for the first time, God spoke to me through the bishop. The devil was after what God had placed inside me.

He prayed over me, anointed me, and prayed against the generational curses in my bloodline, especially since my grandmother on my father’s side was into witchcraft. We made plans for me to get baptized the following Sunday. After my visit with the bishop, I was convinced to end things with my girlfriend. At that time, I would get really sick whenever we spoke on the phone. I would feel like my neck was being squeezed whenever she would text me or call me, so my mom told me to end the relationship. Of course, things slowed down, but the presence was still there, watching. It was bad; I started to seek alternative help. I went online, looked up a psychic healer, because I thought someone had put witchcraft on me, and I wanted to remove it. I made an appointment and went to take a shower. In the shower, a deep conviction came over me. So, just as I was about to call to cancel, they texted me, saying they had to cancel. The next day, I got baptized, and so many things broke off After baptism, I was able to speak to my wife without being choked. I had stopped feeling the touches, and the presence was gone. I thought I was in the clear. My girlfriend and I got back together, and I was no longer being choked and feeling sick whenever we communicated with each other. The day I got back in the semi-truck, I felt the dark presence and the attacks began.

The enemy never left. He was waiting for me to be as far away as possible from that church. The touches slowly went from just slight brushes to full-on hands touching and grabbing me. One night I had a dream that I was eating, few days later, I could feel something spiritual moving on the inside of me. That went on for a while until I started taking communion, prayed over water, drank it and prayed every day; then, it stopped. The touching, however, got worse to the point where whenever I listened to gospel music, prayed, or listened to a church sermon, I would get choked: my neck literally being squeezed. But instead of stopping, I would sing louder and pray longer. At one point, I didn’t sleep for two days because I was so afraid. I could feel fingers, with sharp fingernails, scratching me in a threatening manner. On the 2nd night, about to be the 3rd night of no sleep, God said to me, “Go and sleep.” Despite being gripped with fear, instant boldness came over me, and I went and slept. As soon as my head hit the pillow, everything stopped. There was this peace, and all the touching, everything stopped. No more dark presence, nothing. That was the best sleep I had up until that moment. The next day, it came back: the smell of sulfur, my hairs standing on edge, and the feeling of wickedness permeated my daily life. It went on until eventually, I stopped being afraid.

When fear doesn’t work, the devil resorts to torment and torture. 

My fear eventually went away, and the devil knew, so he proceeded to torment and torture me day and night. His goal was to make me quit. Being tormented every day, things being pushed in my ear until I could feel it in my throat and then my stomach. Fingers inside my throat and in my mouth. Things being pushed into my eyes; the devil is not short on ways to torment a person, and it did things to me that were unexplainable. Of course, I would curse, argue, and mock the enemy and try to fight in the flesh, but that increased the torment.

The enemy came as an angel of light. He pretended to be the voice of God, telling me to leave my girlfriend, and I did. I obeyed because I thought that was what God wanted, so I listened, even though it was hard. At that point, I was in regular contact with a man of God. He was an Evangelist who helped me greatly. He also prayed for me to be delivered, fasted, and prayed with me, got deliverance from the spirit spouse and many more. He also officiated the wedding for my wife and me. Anyways, when my girlfriend and I broke up, God spoke to him and told him that he was the one who brought my girlfriend and me together; she’s my wife, and the devil doesn’t want us together. So, after hearing that, I was even more committed. My girlfriend and I got back together, and the torture, torment, and punishment got even worse. You would think it was a war zone because the more I got tormented, the more I acted unchristian like.

Instead of operating in the spirit, I was operating in the flesh all the way, cussing that devil out, and acting a whole fool. Yeah, I was not pleased with my actions; I was beyond livid. I also had anger problems, so God pruned that out of me.

Wedding bells.

I eventually went to Nigeria and got married to my wife. At this point, my family knew about everything that was happening, and the devil used them very well. The devil used them to try and discourage me. They even tried matchmaking me with my sister’s friend, and another one of my sister’s friends offered to matchmake me with his niece. The devil was on a mission, but at that point, I was committed. God told me what was up, and I was sticking to the mission, and nothing was going to derail it. The day I was leaving for Nigeria, my mom was livid. But I went anyway. That was a very long flight with lots of sharp fingernails digging into my flesh and torment. As soon as I landed in Nigeria and saw my wife, we hugged and kissed. “Mission accomplished for God and mission failed for the devil”; everything stopped. There was no more torment and antics because he had failed to keep me from marrying my wife. He was, however, running psychological warfare. The devil was putting thoughts in my head, trying to make me hate my wife. “God said we shouldn’t be ignorant of the devil’s devices.” I knew it was the devil, plus God was with us the whole way. Everything was a success, and we got married. My time in Nigeria was memorable. Even though the physical torment stopped, the nightmares increased. The eating in the dreams, the sex in the dreams, the dogs chasing me and biting me. I even fought a Goliath in my dreams when I was there. One night, I woke up and prayed in the spirit and was engaging in spiritual warfare. After going back to sleep, I was fighting this big giant. He was swinging and missing, and I was hitting him and dodging all his blows. I even killed a giant scorpion in my dreams.

The return to the United States (Hell).

That flight home was hard because I missed my wife. As soon as I stepped foot back in America, the torment was back, and the devil was not happy. He failed at stopping my marriage; that was one generational curse broke. Now he was after my breakthrough. He turned the torment up a thousand times. Now I’m having witches astral projecting into my dreams, and me waking up seeing the same witch that was in my dreams, in my bedroom. Now a torso demon with a skeleton-looking head was tormenting me in my dreams, then a few days later, that same demon was manifesting in my bedroom, trying to scare me. I lunged at it, trying to punch it. I was pretty upset when it disappeared, not like I can hit a spirit, but they knew I wasn’t afraid of them. “Stronger is he that is in me than he that is in the world. I am more than a conqueror through Christ Jesus and yes, even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.”

I’ve seen witches doing witchcraft against me over and over, every night and day, but to no avail. “Because there is no divination against Jacob, no evil omens against Israel. It will now be said of Jacob and of Israel, ‘See what God has done!” God was protecting me, and when God surrounds you with his fire, with his protection, no demon in hell can harm you. God opened my ears and allowed me to hear the frustration coming from witches and demons. Their plans were failing, and no matter how many attacks they threw at me, God said no! After every attack, I would wake up and cancel that dream, and if I don’t remember a dream, I would cancel it anyway. Yeah, they’re tired of me.

The second stripping and stretching of my faith.

So, after losing everything the first time, my apartment, my car and all my furnitures, yes, I had to surrender everything to God. It was either I surrendered it all to God and chose God, or chose all this material stuff, and I chose God gladly because I know God has greater for me. I was going through the motions. God had helped me get another apartment miraculously. Then God said to me, “your breakthrough is not in your comfort zone.” You have to get out of your comfort zone and things are about to get even more uncomfortable for you, so prepare your faith will be stretched and strengthened. I was confused because I was already very uncomfortable, going through all the warfare and torment/torture. Then God said, leave your job, I will provide for you. At that time, I was planning to go see my wife for our one-year anniversary, but when God says to do a thing, you do that thing. Little did I know, my faith and patience would be tested. But to be fair, God told me he was going to stretch my faith to its breaking point. To make a long story short, I didn’t get to go see my wife for our anniversary. After my savings ran out, food ran out, bills came due, and rent came due. God said trust me, have faith, and I couldn’t go back to work. God was building my faith and trust in him. I went many days hungry, and then God would miraculously provide food for me for a few days then the brook would dry up and back to being hungry. My lights ended up getting turned off and eviction filed against me. 

My phone was never disconnected even though the bill wasn’t paid, but it was shown paid on the account even though my bank was already overdrawn. My electricity was turned off so I would charge my phone in the gym at my apartment complex. I would sleep in the dark and cook on the grill by the pool. All while praising God and reading my word and still trying to have faith and believe. I was brought low, very low. My faith was tested beyond testing. I would walk an hour just to McDonald’s or Wendy’s to buy food and sleep in the darkness. One day I was laying on the bed and my AC came on, I was very confused because I didn’t pay the bill. I checked the app for my electric company and it was still not paid, but I had electricity. Anyways, I ended up being stripped again and my self-reliance was dead. I used to be self-reliant, depended on no one, but God showed me how fragile and stupid depending on a job was. So many people are one paycheck away from being homeless. I lost everything again and I’m back on the truck, having faith, believing in God, and being patient in the wait.

Clarity from God. 

To make a long story short, God allowed this torment, loss, and everything I went through to prune me and build my endurance, patience, and among other things in preparation for where he’s taking me. Plenty of times I wanted to give up, but God’s grace was with me the entire time. The children of Egypt wandered in the wilderness for 40 years to prune the bad things they learned in Egypt. The enemy knew I was getting promoted and he wanted to stop it. God allowed them to attack me the way they did because I had to learn to fight. What the enemy meant for evil, God will turn it around for your good. You have to die to your old self and old ways, and the bigger the blessing and breakthrough, the bigger the warfare.

How I overcame witchcraft by the blood of the lamb. 

• First, you have to get your life right. A curse doesn’t land without a cause, right? Don’t give the enemy open doors and close the ones that already exist. Repent for your sins and sins of your forefathers. You have to also pray against your evil foundation from your father house and your mother’s house. 

• Get deliverance. Deliverance is the first step to freedom for a believer in Christ. If you’re struggling with a sin, get deliverance and I promise it will be easier to withstand the temptation. The devil would give me sexual dreams, I would dream that I’m masturbating, or I would see two strangers going at it in my dreams, and I would wake up with an unnaturally strong urge to watch pornography and masturbate, but because I’m no longer in bondage to that sin. I was easily able to say no. 

• Pay close attention to your dreams and cancel them whenever they’re attacks from the enemy. The enemy tries to form covenants in the spirit realm which is your dreams. You have a small window to fight against those seeds before they take root and manifest in your life. You might find yourself being trapped in a sin cycle after a bad dream that will derail your breakthrough and give the enemy an open door to operate in your life. Get in the habit of waking up every morning to bind every evil arrow and rebuke every attack of the enemy especially if you’ve been attacked as much as I did. If you wake up from a nightmare, say, “I rebuke and cancel that dream in the name of Jesus. No weapon formed against me shall prosper, and I condemn every tongue that has risen against me in judgment.” Witches attack you in the night and they watch and see if you’re going to cancel their attack or you’re just going to wake up and go about your day. 

• Stay in prayer. Engage in spiritual warfare. A prayer-less Christian is a powerless Christian. Find a church or community of believers to back you up and give you support. Trust in God and know that the enemy can only do what you allow. God will protect you, and you already have the victory. If you don’t know how to hear from God, find someone that does. And stay in the word. Taking communion every day along with prayer works miracles and fast, fast, fast, you have to fast and pray. The devil is a defeated foe, and he fears a Christian that knows the authority they have in Christ.