I was raised as a Mormon with a family history that goes back at least five generations in the Mormon Church on my mothers side. At a very young age I was plagued by great fear. I always felt people or things in the room and I would see and hear things as well. I also had a inexplicable fear of dying young. I was told that the things I feared were not real, but that did not make the fear go away. As I got older I had an obsession with the supernatural. I studied marshal arts, meditation, and eastern mysticism as well as astro-projection and lucid dreaming. During this period of experimentation, I continued attending the Mormon Church.

I became sexually active in my early teens and came to the conclusion that if God was going to judge me for my sin that he must not be real. My disbelief in God lead me into partying and drinking and drugs in high school. By my junior year I had built an altar in my room to chant using a form of blue diamond Buddhism.

Around that time, I began to be demonically hypnotized every night with 3-D bouncing shapes followed by dreams of myself with great power and very evil self-seeking desires. I was so into the vision the enemy had for me that I became very self-seeking in my waking life as well. I would take whatever I wanted, even if it meant betraying friends and family. I was willing to do whatever it took to have what I desired.

I was a borderline alcoholic and addicted to sex and pornography I was beginning to lose a lot of my old and close friends. By the middle of my senior year in high school I had given myself over to Satan so much that I was violent to friends and even beating women (my girlfriends). I soon became so wired that I was losing most of my friends.

There was one friend that I still had that would endure my crazy talk and was a good listener. She was a Christian, and even though I would curse God and tell her how ridiculous she was for believing in the God of The Bible, she would just listen and be my friend. She made it clear she would not run away or hang up the phone.

In the summer after I graduated from high school, I got a call from my Christian friend, Christel. She was asking me to pick her up from a friends house. This was a friend that I had never heard of before so she gave me directions and I was on my way.

When I arrived at the house to pick her up, she waved me to come in, so I went inside. I did not recognize anyone in the house. There was a young married couple sitting on the couch, and an older man sitting across from them, and I soon realized he was praying with them.

I looked at my friend and said, “lets go.” I remember feeling mad and scared all at the same time. She said, “ Hold on, I want you to meet someone, just wait a few minutes.” I looked back at the guy praying over the couple and wanted him to stop what he was doing. A need for him to stop was so intense, I even thought about hurting or murdering him. I saw flashes in my mind of me killing him right there on the spot. I was very angry and uncomfortable being there. Soon, however, something strange began to happen as the older man was praying. He would say to the couple that the Lord was releasing blessings over them and that he felt jewelry on them in the spirit. As he said it I could see what he was talking about in the spirit and more. I was seeing gold clouds and treasures by them as well as the jewelry upon them.

They all finished praying and the couple said their good-byes and left. Now, it was just my friend, the older guy and me. My friend introduced me, and the praying man told me his name was Paul and that he was a pastor of a Christian church in town. He then jumped right into it with me: “So, Christel says you don't believe in God.” I proceeded to tell him that I don't believe in the God of the Bible, that my heart was my god and that I was enlightened. I basically said that he and my friend were stupid for their beliefs.

Then Paul asked me a question. “Well, if God was real you would want to know it wouldn't you? You are on the path to enlightenment aren't you?” I said, “What are you going to do read me the Bible? I don't believe in it, it was written by men.” He patiently responded with, “What if you could feel the power of God now?" I had never heard anything powerful like that in my church; I was practicing astro-projection and chanting because there was power in that stuff.

I was intrigued, so I asked what he meant. He said, “ Stand up and put your hands out like you were receiving something from someone." I did as he asked, mockingly, then he put his hands over mine without touching me and said, “COME HOLY SPIRIT.” I felt electricity and peace all at the same time and I fell back into the couch and saw a vision of the Lord Jesus holding me and an intense love washed over me. As I came out of the vision he asked if I wanted to accept Jesus as my Lord and savior. As I was weeping and totally broken I said yes and he lead me in the prayer of salvation.

We went right into deliverance prayer where he cast out many demons from me. It took about 2-3 hours. After all the prayer and deliverance I felt like I was completely transformed. My thinking was changed I was delivered of wanting to be drunk and free from thoughts of violence and giving my self over to all the sin I had been walking in. I was now hearing the voice of God speaking to me and I was seeing how much He loved me. I began to experience Gods mercy and His grace. I saw Him as He really is, a Father who loves His kids with a perfect love first and foremost.

As I was getting ready to leave and go home I asked Paul if I should still go to the Mormon Church since I had just gone though deliverance and renounced a lot of things that go on in the Mormon Church. Paul told me something that I think every pastor or evangelist should direct new believers to do. He told me that God would speak to me and show me where he wanted me to be.

As I traveled home I was talking with God the entire time. He was telling me how much he loves me and how he has been waiting for me to come to know Him. I dropped my friend off and I walk in the door sober and with a big grin on my face. My mom met me at the door with “You are late. What's with the big smile?” I told her that I had accepted Jesus as my Lord and savior and had become born again. She responded with, "Oh No!" and began to cry. "Does this mean that you won't go to church anymore?" Mind you, I was a drunk sex addict that had a shrine in my room and chanted to false gods, but as long as I still went to her church so that was okay in my Moms eyes. GOD BLESS HER. I then told her I did not know, God would tell/show me were He wanted me.

That night, I prayed and asked the Lord if I was to go to the Mormon Church (now remember, I had already been hearing the Voice of God all the way home driving). I then heard a small, weird voice in my head say “yes.” It did not sound like the voice I was hearing only moments earlier. So I asked again and I heard a LOUD, bone shaking “NO!” Following that, the Lord started to give me books, chapters, and verses in the Bible to confirm what he spoke. At that time, I did not know books in the Bible and I had, until that point, severe learning disabilities and dyslexia. So this was a miracle that I was hearing these scriptures and that I was able to read and understand what I was reading.

I have had an awesome walk with the Lord and have seen many spiritual signs, healings, and miracles with the Lord. There have been hills and valleys, but the Lord has remained faithful through it all. Thanks be to our Lord Jesus Christ. You can trust in the Love of our loving Creator to save, heal, and deliver you as well. If you would like me to pray with you, or if you have been touched by my testimony, please write me an email.

Love, and God bless you.