How God Works In And Through Us

 It was through this experience that God allowed me to have, that some children were saved out of witchcraft.  Without this experience I would not have known the answers.

 To begin with, I listen to Christian radio.  I was not very interested in the occult, but some preachers like to warn us, as they should, about "Entertaining Demons Unaware".  We should not be ignorant of the ways of the devil... as Peter says, we should discern the spirits.  There are only two spirits in this old world... the Holy Spirit and the Evil Spirit   If your father is not God, your father is the Devil.  A good book to read is "Who's Watching the Playpen?", a must read for parents.

So, with the knowledge I had received from these Christians obedient to the Lord, telling it like it is on Christian radio, I learned a lot about occult symbols.  And, believe me, they are real!  There is a lot of music, toys, etc., out there that those into witchcraft pray over... and demons just love to accompany anything that leads to evil!   We are so ignorant of the wiles of the devil!

My son's brother-in-law did some lovely paintings.  They gave me one for Christmas one year of a ram on a hillside.  This ram was very large and beautiful.  The eyes followed you around.  Not moving, but centered so that they would be in every direction.  I noticed the signature the artist used for his initials on the bottom corner.   Being an A and a Z, the combination was set so it formed a pentagram.  This bothered me.  My younger son came to visit.   I mentioned to him the signature and expressed my views.  His reply was (being seventeen) "Oh mom, you always say that!", so I went no further.

Later that night, I decided to pray over the picture (wrong when you do not know what you are doing!... but led by the Lord for further teaching on His part).  Later I was reading in bed.  I decided it was time to turn out the light and snooze.  Being in a place where the outside lamps shine in the room, it was not completely dark.   Right in front of my face, just inches away, was a black hand... perfect hand... and I thought it was mine (funny how are minds works!). I just stared at this hand and thought, "Oh, I had better move my hand", and my hands moved down under the covers.  As soon as I felt my hands move... bang!... something was holding me down, hugging me sorta!  I was stunned for a moment, then just automatically started to recite the Lord's Prayer.  When I got to "deliver me from evil" I just kept saying that line (I have no idea what was directing me to do this... it just came to me),  and as I was saying this line (it took three times), this hug... this heaviness... the grasp... was being dragged off of me.  I was not fearful... fear never entered my body at all.   I did not even worry, for some reason... just shrugged it off.

A few days later, we were visiting my son.  His in-laws were visiting at the same time (the parents of the artist).  I happened to mention that he was a very good artist.  They began to tell me his story.  In High School, he was into "Dungeons and Dragons" with his friends.  It was so consuming these kids, that they did not like class, so the school allowed them to go to the Library and play the game.  He was a Dungeon Master... he finally slit his own throat.  Fortunately, he was saved from death, but has a large scar up the side of his neck.   Upon hearing this, I told them I could get him some help.  I think I was in shock, and did not hear what their answer was.

On returning home and retiring for the evening, I had just turned out the lights, when this huge fluttering sound came over me, and a wind... I was like... "Oh no!"  As soon as I began the Lord's Prayer (ignorant of what else to do, I suppose), it stopped.  I immediately got up, took that picture, and put it out on the porch (silly me, not realizing that the demon was not in the picture, but with the picture, so it was able to be anywhere!).  I suppose that made me feel better (remember I had no fear).  Then I went to bed and slept.

The next day was Sunday.  I remembered a boy I was teaching in Sunday School telling me of his father (who was the Sunday School Head) who had a girlfriend who was into witchcraft... that he was thrown all around the room when breaking up with her.  When he left late, there he was walking down the street on a dark, lonely night.  A pastor came along and picked him up. Frank was saved that night, as a teen, and never looked back.  So I got to thinking, I could chat with him.  Frank told me to destroy the picture.  I could not, as it was a gift.  How could I explain this to my family?  (Yikes, they already think I am nuts, just being a born again Christian... but a wacko... LOL... I don't know about that!)  That was not much help, but at least Frank understood.   Christians may experience things, but who knows what to do... only God.

I called the Pastor that saved Frank, and yes, he knew experiences like mine, and was very comforting, offering to help the young artist.    He told me to get rid of the picture, to pray around my home, and it should be fine.  I called the mother of the artist to give her the names of Bob Larsen and this Pastor for help.  She hung up on me, saying she did not want anything to do with that.  That was it for me!  I took the picture, along with my unsaved husband (who, thinking I was nuts, now knew for sure!), to a friend's place, tore it, and broke up the frame.  My friend said, "What are you doing? I want that picture!"  "You don't want THIS picture!" I said, and proceeded to throw it into the fire.  I went home and prayed all over the house after my husband was in bed.  Funny thing though, he never said anything!  I think God just kept his mouth shut!  I also prayed and asked God not to allow anyone to remember this picture, or what I did to it.  You know what?  Not one person has ever brought it up... not one family member or friend!  I said to my son a few years later, forgetting myself, “Remember the picture you gave me?”  We were looking at all the other pictures in his house that had been done by his brother-in law.  My Son said.  “What picture?"   I immediately remembered my prayer, and just stayed silent... smiling to myself. 

I would like to mention here, that I did pray all over my son's house while looking after the grandchildren one weekend because of the pictures there.  I knew that I did not have to worry about the picture, just about getting all the evil out of his home.  In the next few paragraphs, you will learn that my grandchildren are very wise in this area.  I also would like to tell you that when evil was around, like the week that the picture was in my home, it felt very heavy and depressing!  I really sensed that, and to this day, will always remember that feeling. Prayer is the answer when this occurs.

 There is a time span here now.

 My other son borrowed my car to take a trip.  He was gone about a week.  After he came back and I had my car returned, I sensed this same feeling in my car.  I asked him what evil thing he had in my car, because I sensed the same feelings I had when that picture was in the house.  He said, "Nothing... not a thing."   But it felt heavy on me, so I prayed inside my car, and for my car, and it left.   But a few weeks later, I found a tape stuck in between the seats.  I put it in the player to listen... it was horrible and disgusting... so I pulled it all out as a huge string, and ripped it up.  So, nothing evil in my car hey!!!  I asked my son.  He, of course, knew nothing... must have been one of his friends... hmmm.  He has since grown into a fine young Christian man, praise God!  The fact here is, evil is real!  You learn to be aware and pray.  I have had no other experiences with evil around me after that... must be 10 years now.  When things go wrong though, I just ask God to take away any evil present, by the blood of Jesus, and at the name of Jesus, evil must flee!  Simple as that.  

I was very skeptical about my first experience.  As it faded, I began to have my doubts.  I prayed to God to show me if it was real.  That very night, as I was listening to a Christian radio program where people call in, this one lady called in about a book her child had brought home from school.  It was about witches.  She was in tears, telling the announcer her experience, and it was exactly the same as mine!  She was so scared!  The announcer did not even know how to help… of course, with the program tape delayed, I could not help either.  I just got out of bed, got down on my hands and knees, and thanked my God for being there, allowing me not to fear... I had no fear... the Spirit in me took over and gave me strength and faith!  I was so very thankful!

As time went on, this was all behind me.   I was taking my grandchildren to a Camp Road Tour with the Camp we had attended for the last five summers as a family.  The oldest grandchild wanted to bring a friend.  I picked them up at school.  They were in the back seat, I was in the front.  My husband was driving.  He was going to go to a meeting... we were waiting in the car.  I was sitting comfy, sideways, chatting with the girls.  When, just out of the blue, my granddaughter's friend said, "I know I can tell you something I cannot tell anyone else."  "What is that?” I asked.  She proceeded to tell me she was into witchcraft.  She wanted out, but the demons would not let her.  She said they come into her room at night and terrify her... she sees them at school... and she had a "demon gun" and was trying to shoot them (this is when they cannot define reality from fantasy).  I told her that I did know someone that could help her.  I explained Jesus to her, and that at His name, demons had to flee, and would not bother her again.  How much He would love to help her, and I could lead her to Him.  She was all for it!  I asked my granddaughter if her home was free.  We went there.  I called my Pastor and his wife to pray at this time of need.   My granddaughter, bless her soul, was also telling her friend about Jesus, from what she had learned at camp.  We all prayed and did the sinners prayer, with Linsey repeating after us.  Praise God!

 Then Linsey called her father to see if she could come to our home for the night after the Road Tour.  I heard her tell her father that she would not be bothered in the night anymore or in her head, as Ashley's grandmother had prayed with her.  (OOPS!!!  I did not think about that... what am I going to receive from this father??)  Well, he got me on the phone and just praised me… thanked me and thanked me!  Of course she was allowed to stay.  We went over to her home to get her things, and all her tarot cards, etc., to burn at my place.  The father was very nice, and kept thanking me again.  I found out later, by asking Linsey, "Is your father a Christian?”  She told me that he was, but that her mother did not want him talking about it.  I told Linsey I was an answer to her father's prayers.  Linsey told me that there were seven other friends with her in witchcraft.   She wanted to get them all out.  Her older sister had an altar with candles in her room, and practiced witchcraft.  Linsey was going to work on her also.

 Linsey came to camp for a Retreat Weekend for Jr. High kids.  I worked in the kitchen.  Since I had been there for years, I was able to secretly let the leader know Linsey's background, and to pray.  I have heard since that Linsey has gotten her friends out of witchcraft, as well as her sister... praise God!

Now, without my prior experience, I would never have been able to help.  God let me have the experience for a reason, unknown to me until He needed to work through me to reach these children.  I thank God for the experience!  It is real, folks... we need to be aware!  The reason God chose me is because I had the background from His teachers on the radio and those who write books about it.  The reason I was interested is I had become a Christian, and I had a son attending school.   I wanted to know what obstacles Satan was going to throw in his path.  God allowed me to be there through his whole education, working in the system and helping others.  God has used me in many, many ways for the children.   I am very thankful for that!

I can tell you that if you have a child in need or who is troubled, prayer is the answer.  Even if they are not with you, God will take care of them His way.  The experiences they go through are for knowledge... to bring them to Himself... even if they are not good experiences, they are for a reason.

I had to let my son go to school, in the last two years, away from me.  I trusted God to take care of him.  He did.  I knew I could let him go, because prayer is so powerful... more powerful than you would ever dream!  You need to trust in The Lord with all of your heart, lean not on your own understanding, acknowledge him in all your ways, and He WILL direct your path. Proverbs 3:5-6

I was asking my son not to watch a movie that I thought was inappropriate.  He declined... ”Oh Mom, not to worry!”.  So I left the room, sat down at the kitchen table in desperation, and called out to God in prayer... "I can't, Lord, but You can."... and presto, my son came out of the room, and asked if I would take him to the store.  I answered, “Yes, and by the way, I am going to visit "so and so"... do you want to go see them?”  ”Yes” was his answer, and “not” to the movie... gone, thanks be to the Lord!

Another time, when my son was living away from me, I prayed for him every day.  He and a couple of friends, on New Year's Eve, went down to the causeway to watch some fireworks.  When they were ended, thet were walking back to their car.  Presto, a bunch of Asians jumped out of a car and stared to beat them up for no reason!  My son landed on the road next to the curb.  The fellow was going to kick his head in, but something would not let him... held his leg.  The fellow called to the others, and they left.  When my son told me this, I just said, "Aren't you glad I pray for you everyday?"  Praise God!

Nobody can tell me there is not a God, when you can see Him working!  There are many more stories, but I think you get the drift.  Whenever a mom comes to me in distress, I say, "You can't handle the situation, but God can!  Pray... watch… wait… get on with life... don't worry, be happy.  God will take care of it... He will... all He wants us to do is ask in the name of Jesus”.

If you have any concerns or questions, you can email me at annieville@shaw.ca.  I would be more than happy to encourage you in your situations!

In Christ, smiles ‘n blessings…
Annie

Please see below--interesting books ‘n programs for parents to be aware of.  Click on the links to go to the sites.  

Johanna Michaelsen …..Johanna Michaelsen is a highly sought-after speaker for seminars, radio, and television.  Her acclaimed autobiography, The Beautiful Side of Evil, has given her wide recognition as a foremost authority on the inner workings of the occult in today’s society.  This is the account of a young woman who became a personal assistant to a psychic surgeon in Mexico, and who, in answer to her prayers, discovered the true source behind the miraculous healings she witnessed.

Funny thing... it has a long time since I read it...and it was brought up at our Bible study the other week.

Johanna came and spoke in our church, but me, being away down here, I never got to go.  The Lord did not allow me to even find out... but I do have a lot of knowledge, so perhaps it was for the best in the Lord's path for me.

http://www.swrc.com/broadcasts/2004/march.htm - Radio Schedule for March.... click the link to the left to listen to the programs....or view.