Jesus frees IT manager from witchcraft curses
W had been volunteering as a prayer counselor when she realised she needed inner healing herself. Here is her testimony of breaking off the generational curses from her family’s black magic that corrupted her childhood memories. Praise God!
Just when I thought I had settled comfortably into my spiritual journey, something deep surfaced up.
It was during my biweekly Bible study where I was learning about emotional wounds that I volunteered myself to receive prayer after class.
When I was asked to talk about my most significant or painful memory, I had a really hard time remembering anything. Someone praying for me described a vision of my family having a meal together, which was one good memory I could confirm. But instead of enjoying the memory, I started bawling and grieving.
It seemed I could only remember sad things from my childhood. Everything else was blocked.
When I became mad at God and questioned Him where He was, a friend suggested I go for a renewal prayer to dig deeper into my memories and invite the Holy Spirit to free the parts of my mind that could be under bondage. This wasn’t my first renewal prayer. Renewing our mind, soul, and heart is never a one-time thing. Because sins can be generational and we live in a spiritually fallen world, many insignificant things can damage our spiritual life without our intention.
While I was preparing my heart for the renewal prayer, a prayer counselor reached out to me and told me that she saw a pig-cutting ceremony as she prayed for me. I quickly responded by saying that my mom followed a feng shui (风水) master closely. He helped my mom with pig-cutting ceremonies for her many businesses, the largest being a two-story restaurant. I decided to ask my mom about this and found out so much more, including things about other spiritual masters and sorcerers I didn’t have any memory of.
I realized I had to break away from my family’s strong witchcraft and occult ties.
Before I was born, my dad had a very good friend who practiced maoshan (茅山), which is considered the darkest form of Taoist black magic. My dad met this man through the Hong Kong police force back in the 80’s, when the force relied heavily on Chinese mediums to solve criminal cases. The friend worshipped the Monkey King and allowed his body to be a vessel for spirits. He communicated with them and invited them to enter other people’s homes or bodies to “fight and capture” other bad spirits. My family spent a lot of time with this friend, but strangely, I had no memory of this person or the time we spent together at all.
My mom told me that as a small girl, I used to see a territorial spirit in our family home and would get quite disturbed. This caused my family a lot of discomfort and worry. They were afraid that something bad could happen to me, such as poor health or even death.
So, my dad invited his friend to come and use his black magic on me.
He seemed to see what I saw and advised my dad to make two tiny red houses for the entrance of our house, one for the inside and one for the outside. My family had to light incense for these spirit houses morning and night. There are also words written inside them but I don’t remember what they were. After these tiny houses are installed, mom said I didn’t talk about seeing spirits at home anymore, but I continued to feel that someone was watching me. I was fearful and had many bad nightmares.
My family thought my dad’s friend had done a great job in “saving” me. But it turns out that whatever this guy did actually created a blockage in my memories.
A good part of my childhood memories was stolen from me.
At the renewal prayer, I prayed to cut all ungodly spiritual ties with my dad’s friend and everything that he had done in my life and my family’s life, as well as every ungodly thing that my father practiced or believed in. Then I prayed to confess my mom’s superstitions and cut ungodly soul ties with her witchcraft practices and her fengshui master.
After a long prayer to remove all the occult curses passed down from my family, I sat back and felt a great sense of peace, something I described at that time as feeling “empty”.
Everything around me felt like it was moving slowly, even the noise in the room was traveling more slowly.
I asked the prayer counselor why everything was so quiet and slow. She explained that what I was feeling was God’s peace. This was the first time I experience peace and it felt very foreign. It felt like my heart had a spring cleaning. The dirt is now out. After being still and enjoying this peace from God, the Holy Spirit led us into a conversation about my earthly father.
Growing up, I knew that I was never my dad’s favorite, I actually sensed that he hated me.
Some people say he disliked me because I look like my mom (my parents had a bitter divorce when I was young). Some say that my dad wanted a boy and I came out as a girl. No one really knew why he didn’t like me.
When I was encouraged to talk about the childhood rejections, abandonment, and emotional abuse I felt from my dad, I really couldn’t get into the mood, even though I tried my best to put my heart into it.
I felt just as stuck when I was asked to cut ungodly spiritual ties with my father.
I had reunited with my dad a couple of years ago and we have a pretty stable relationship now. We see each other for dinner once every few months. I have been happy about where we have reached. I couldn’t give up on my 30-year desire for a father once I had gotten a taste of what having one is like.
I never thought I would have such great resistance to saying the words “cut ungodly spiritual ties with my father.” I was bawling my eyes out and saying “what if he doesn’t see me anymore after I pray?” Logically, I knew cutting ungodly ties wouldn’t change things physically – it would just shift things in the spiritual realm and release myself and this particular area into God’s hands – but I couldn’t do it on my own strength.
Thankfully, a prayer counselor asked the Holy Spirit to help me.
With God’s power, I eventually said the words and let God into this area to restore me and remove the ungodly desire of my earthly father (who still worships evil spirits).
I recall feeling something trying to turn me inside out from my lower abdominal while I was saying the words. The more I prayed, the energy from my lower abdominal was being pushed closer and closer to my chest and my mouth. It felt like something was rushing this energy out of me and it was so huge that my mouth was not big enough to channel it out. Finally, it all came out as a big gasp of air or burp. I remembered immediately putting my hand on my throat and massaging it.
When I look back now, I really can’t think of a reason for me to resist so much. It wasn’t like I was telling my father face-to-face that I wanted to cut ungodly spiritual ties with him. Even if he was in the room, letting go of ungodly spiritual ties between us only promotes a godly relationship. It’s better for both of us. Two things I can be sure of are that there was a spiritual battle and physically, I felt very light afterward.
I spent the next morning asking God to show me my childhood. For one whole hour, I vivdly saw lots of happy memories.
It was almost like I was reliving them again but from afar. Before this renewal prayer, I questioned where God was when I was young. I thought he was never there because I was not a Christian. But, the fact that I had an hour’s replay of my childhood by simply praying to God, I know God was always there. It was my family’s occult practices that put a lock on my sweet God-given memories, so I grew up feeling lonely, unloved, abandoned and worthless. This led me to develop this “I don’t need anyone” character, where I strived and performed. This created a heavy emotional backpack that I carried every day.
I also met my dad for dinner that evening. When I saw him, I felt the peaceful “emptiness” again. I didn’t feel the need to think of something to say in order to remove any awkwardness. I didn’t have to strive to make sure my father stayed in a relationship with me.
I can finally relax and be myself when I see my dad.
I am very thankful that I got to experience the power of the Holy Spirit, and my eyes are even more open to see how hidden things can corrupt us.
It is so easy to hide and not pay attention to our negative thoughts and emotions when everyone around us is feeling the same way. I realised that I need to verbalize my struggles or heaviness, things that can rob my joy and destroy my soul. I am not my own savior, I can’t deliver myself out of anything. Only Jesus can.
I now know I have been loved by God, who is my Abba father, all my life. A Father who is for me, who will ever harm me, is never against me, always wants the best for me, and always shelters me.
It is rare to find people around you who show you God’s perfect love, joy, and peace. When we do meet such people, the world teaches us to think of them as “abnormal” or naïve, and that they will be taken advantage of.
I can tell you that I want to be that “abnormal” person – someone who is filled with God’s endless love, joy, and hope.
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