Angie thought a free Tarot card reading would be a fun way to pass the afternoon. What she didn't realize was that this one act would change her life forever. Within one month, Angie was hooked and began to study everything she could get her hands on regarding the occult, Tarot, Spiritism, and witchcraft, eventually becoming a powerful witch. If you don't believe that evil forces are real, read about Angie's dramatic escape from the enemy.
Angie's Escape from the Enemy
All it took was one Tarot card reading and my life changed forever.
I was raised in a loving Christian household. I attended church with my mother every time the doors were open. I believed that Jesus was Lord and the Bible was the Word of God. But, I never had a personal relationship with the Lord. I guess you could say I was just going through the motions.
I grew up, moved out, and got married. Since I didn't have a one on one relationship with God, I soon stopped going to church. I wasn't being wild and crazy, I just simply put God on the back burner and only thought of him every once in a while. Although I still believed in Him, I did nothing with that knowledge.
Free Tarot Card Reading
One afternoon, a girlfriend and I went to a bookstore. Off in the corner sat a young woman giving free Tarot card readings. My girlfriend, Amy, thought it might be fun and decided to get a reading. Then it was my turn.
I didn't believe in Tarot cards and I knew in my heart that messing around with such things was a bad idea. But, we thought we were just having fun. It was just some weird looking cards and a strangely dressed woman with way too much makeup on. We laughed at the whole thing and went home.
Within a month, I was completely hooked. Every chance I had, I was at the library reading every thing I could find about Tarot and Spiritism. Then I started going to occult bookstores, devouring everything I could get my hands on.
That's when I met Corrine and Ron. Corrine owned an occult shop called Lady Sprites Cupboard, and not only did she sell New Age books and occult supplies, she taught Wicca 101 classes. Amy and I quickly enrolled and witchcraft completely consumed our lives. I kept going deeper and deeper.
A Power TripTo be honest, it's a total power trip and I believe that's what draws so many people in the first place. Magick, as it is often spelled in the Pagan community, is very real. If it wasn't, no one would bother.
The best way I can describe the feeling of casting circles and throwing magick is like being on steroids. I know that must sound strange, but that's the only way I can explain it. Power, power, power. I trained day and night in the magickal arts, studying herbs, rocks, raising power, elements, divination and mythology.
During this time, it was constantly drilled in my head that there is no hell and the devil is made up by Christians trying to stop pagans from worshiping the horned god. I bought the whole package.
Seeing is Believing
When you are not serving God, you don't have the mind of Christ and the enemy can mess with you and make you see whatever he wants you to see. Just as soon as I would say, "Oh, I don't believe that," I would see it. God is the God of faith—first you believe it, then you see it. But Satan is the god of sight—first you see it, then you believe it.
I was convinced that Jesus was not the Son of God, but that he was the son of one of the gods.
I trained hard, gained status as a powerful witch, and was very involved in the Pagan community. I began teaching innocent people the very lies I came to believe with all my heart. I went to people's homes and showed them how to "spiritually cleanse " their houses. Now I know I was inviting demons in to cause even more confusion to these poor people.
I wrote spells for others and began teaching young witchlings the "old ways." I gave Tarot card readings to broken-hearted people who wanted to talk to their dead loved ones. Eventually, I didn't hide my religion from any one.
If you came into my house, you knew I was a witch. I wore a huge pent around my neck and often praised the goddess out loud to any one who would listen. I converted a spare room into my own private temple. I even began to write my own Wicca 101 book. But, before I could finish the book, I had an encounter that still stirs me nine years later!
Removing the Veil
One day, while in my living room on the phone with my Christian mother, I was proudly professing that I was a witch and that she needed to accept it. She yelled, "You know better!" Then, she began to pray for me and plead the blood of Jesus over my life.
I kept thinking, give me a break lady. Then, all of a sudden, this wonderful warmth came over me and I couldn't move. I was frozen. The Gaia statue I had on my entertainment center began to glow red. Colorful orb like things were flying around the room and one of my so called "dead relatives" was screaming at me to hang up the phone.
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