For some reason that has no explanation in this world; my father's brothers hated my mother and us kids. My dad was in the military far from home, and we lived in the midst of our relatives and yet our worst enemies. As things go, my dad died in 1994 and my father's family was so happy because they were eagerly waiting for our total demise. But God is good. They waited in vain, for there were 12 of us and the youngest only 9 years at that time, my mum with the help of her God, who I heard her cry to all my life, saw her through. She took us all to school and college for those who wanted to go. It was hard, but my mother was a woman of faith. She knew her weaknesses and knew that the whole village was eagerly watching to see her fail. Her God did not fail her. It was watching her, listening to her praying as many times as she could every night while the rest of us were sleeping, that I first got stirred for God. The Bible says that "faith comes by hearing and by hearing the word of God." Through watching my mother's answered prayers, I came to know what God can do. But that did not make me long for a personal relationship with Jesus myself. I told myself my mother will always be there to pray for me; (I thank God that she still is and still prays for me).

But God loved me and He called me when I was in my early twenties, but I have to admit that I really never understood what a personal relationship with Him was. I remembered back then listening to people's testimonies of where God has brought them from, and wouldn't you know it? The enemy told me that I really didn't have a testimony and that I should go get one. It was the most disastrous thing I could have done, as you will see later. So I left the ways of God and went my own way. In the process I got pregnant by a married man and gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. My mother took us back in and took care of him when I went back to work. Desperate now to get married and get a father for my young baby, I was pregnant within a year. All this time, I had become religious again and in fact the second man I met at church -- we decided to live together though sadly neither of us was ready for marriage. 

Within two weeks, he started being physically abusive. This continued for all the time we were together for three years. Many times, I could not go to work because of the shame of the black eyes, and yet I was the sole bread winner for our two young boys and himself. He worked for a few months after we started living together, then he was laid off and never got another job for all the time we were together. I remember looking at where I had sunk, physical abuse almost weekly; two young children barely two years apart with a man who was not only not working, but refused to care for them while I was at work. I had to get up at 5:00 in the morning - prepare them and take them to daycare so I could be at work at 7:30 am, an hour away and in heavy traffic, it would take me two hours. 

Though I knew God loved me and I knew Him from watching my mother, I didn't want to give my all to Him because I just could not forgive the man I lived with. All this time, my mother knew something was wrong, but living so far away from her, she really didn't know what. So she used to come once in awhile, but being a proud woman I couldn't tell her what was happening to me. I also felt sorry for my boyfriend because I knew he was really messed up, after physically abusing me, he would start crying and say he hated beating me, but he couldn't help himself. We tried church, but we still wouldn't tell anyone our problems and so after awhile we stopped going. It got to a point where the bitterness I had against him in my heart was too much that once when he beat me up, I reiterated by using a frying pan I was holding and he had to go to the hospital. 

From that point on he was scared of going to sleep next to me as he felt I might kill him. Anyway, one day things came to a head over something very little. We were so broke then I could not afford an umbrella. Mum brought me one and one morning it was raining, and I needed to get my kids to the daycare. Then my now ex who had just gotten a job, took the umbrella. Being very bitter at him by this time, I couldn't just sit and watch while he took the umbrella my mother bought for her grandsons and leave me to take the children to the daycare in the rain. So I took it from him and he started beating me up and needless to say, the children never went to daycare; neither did I go anywhere for the next three days. That morning he took his things and mine too, including a TV and a bed my sister had given me, saying he couldn't live with us anymore. 

It was during this time that I reached my end. I never called in sick for work. In my heart I decided I was sick of it all and would not go back to work, because everything was hopeless. However, I realized that when you reach your end, that is the beginning for God to begin His work. When I was at home discouraged and hopeless, I happened to call the office to find out about my pay, and got the good news that the boss had been looking for me to send me to a different city on a promotion with a good salary. Praise God! So I took my children and off we went. It was a new beginning for us. We were much happier but the ex still wanted to be part of our lives. He visited a few times until it occurred to me that my children and I had never known peace until he left us. So I decided to cut him off completely from our lives.

I wish I could tell you that it was here I realized that I needed Jesus in my life, but sadly I cannot for the worst is still to come. In the new town: single, free and with money, I became a different person. Doubtless, my job which consisted of working in the sales and marketing department of a brewery played a big part. Though I did not drink much, I was always in bars in all the surrounding towns for work and so got to know lots of bar patrons. I loved to dance and would dance until morning. It seemed like harmless fun then, even when one night in a strange town I had a time lapse where I didn't know what happened. I don't know what happened to me from about midnight to around 6:30 am the next morning, when the early morning breeze revived me briefly as I left the bar; and this was a mother of two young children eagerly waiting at home.

I STARTED HAVING SEXUAL DREAMS; BUT MORE THAN JUST DREAMS

Around this time, I started having sexual dreams. At first to me they were just dreams, but with time I realized that they were not just dreams. I remember once being brutally raped in my dream and not by a man!  It was a creature. A creature the likes of which I have never seen or imagined. It was too real to be a dream because even the setting of the dream did not change from my bed or my room. By this time, I had learned from mum how to anoint my house with oil, which I started to do sometimes before I went to bed. On those nights everything was calm. It got to a point that I knew it was not a dream, especially once when I woke up briefly to see myself in a hospital-like all white room, sitting in some sort of operating table. I remember I was very groggy, when two men walked in. One was a total stranger, but another one was a pastor of a church five minutes from my home. They were not surprised to see me awake. I think I got injected once again and I fell asleep once more. When I woke up, I was greatly disturbed by this seeming dream. I remember being very suspicious of this 'pastor' and wanting to meet him to see what his reaction would be. I did meet him and neither of us would look at the other. All this time, I was in denial. I wanted this to be just dreams, but I knew they weren't.  

Another time, my friend and I went to a certain hotel in town. We needed to book accommodations for some delegation that was coming, and we needed a face to face meeting with the manager so we could get a good deal. We met the manager who for some reason stared intently into my eyes. I got really uncomfortable and after we left, I commented to my friend that there was something about that man's eyes I didn't like. When she went home, she happened to mention to her sister about that manager and the comment I had made. Her sister assured her he is a pastor of a certain church, and so there wouldn't be anything wrong with himI wasn't convinced though. 

Wouldn't you know it? That night, I woke up; I don't know how else to call it because it was a dream, but I don't have the details of how the dream began. All I know is that I suddenly saw myself running from a big bungalow like building to the parking lot. I don't know why I was running, but behind me were all these black suited men running after me, and the first one was the manager-pastor I had seen that very morning. I remember in the dream or out of it - whatever - calling out to God and asking Him to protect me.  I remember jumping into a beat up blue car, while all these men and even more were pouring out of the building, looking frantic. I started driving that old car from that compound and as soon as I did, I woke up, or rather the dream or whatever disappeared and I slept peacefully again. (The funny thing is, if I ever saw that place in this life, I will know it, and also I don't know how to drive, which I seemed to know how to do when I ran to the beat up old car).

Without my knowledge, my life had become the playground of demons. It was not long afterwards that I realized in all these dreams, there was a constant presence. You know what a New Ager would call it? A spirit guide. I call it an unclean spirit -- a demon eternally bound for the lake of fire. Praise be to God that all this time, I never once came across a New Age website, for if I had, I might have been deluded to think that I am chosen rather than under the curse of demons. 

Like I was saying, things heated up after that. It was not only sexual dreams. I would briefly wake up under sea. Once I woke up briefly to find myself under the sea with a reptile looking creature having sex with me. It was big and scaly and what disturbed me more than anything was the patronly hand placed on my back. This hand seemed to scream out to me that for some reason, "You belong to me!"  

For the thief comes but to steal, kill and to destroy, (See: John 10:10), and I thank God that I had been stolen, but have found my way back home. You cannot imagine how I have resisted writing this testimony. I have scoured almost the whole testimony directory of Precious Testimonies to see whether I could comfort myself with one almost like mine. There isn't one like mine, unless I wasn't thorough enough. But I want you to know that God is a God who loves sinners, the oppressed, misused and there is nothing He can't do. The devil told me I had no testimony and I went looking for one. I wish this is not what I found out there, but it is. Out there it's terrible. Jesus says if you are not for Him, you are against Him. Who comes to mind when we think of those against Jesus? We think of the devil, but Jesus makes it clear that is the side on which you are on when you are not allowing Jesus to be your Savior and Lord (which includes your protector from demonic evil). What is to stop the devil doing whatever he wants with you? What is to stop the devil from taking you under the sea and doing whatever he wants with you? All this time, I never thought I was against Jesus. If somebody had asked those who are on Jesus' side to raise up their hand, I would have been the first one, even with all the evidence in my life pointing to the opposite. Jesus however, does not stop loving you just because you are against Him. He calls to you all the time with open arms to go to Him. 

Now back to my story. It was not long before I left my country with my second husband and came to China. My life was still as bad. The demons knew where to find me and within no time, my nights were as terrible as before. I hated having to go to bed because I knew what was awaiting me there. The evil spirit that I seemed to know during these dream episodes mostly as a man, would come and get me. During the trapped Chilean miners episode, I woke up to find myself with this man in a building waiting for a lift. There were other people with us, but nobody was talking. I seemed to know whatever was required of me. When this lift came, I realized it was not a lift but some sort of device like the thing that pulled the trapped Chilean miners from the mine. However, this seemed to be within a building.  I remember being told to enter and not with words either. I was very scared, and almost refused as I was to enter only by myself in a thing as wide as myself with machines humming and whirring. It was the most awful feeling I have ever had. It felt like being in the eye of a hurricane; that's how it felt going up in that thing. We got up and all of us came back. We walked around and I could see people of all nationalities; all seemed dazed; nobody was saying anything. The only ones who seemed to have their senses with them are the ones we found there. 

I remember the look in the eyes of one young black boy we found -- his eyes were mocking like he knew something we did not. In all these situations, it seems like I used to wake up -- gain my senses for just a little while and then everything would disappear. This time was no exception. All these times, I never knew why I went to these places because I would have my consciousness briefly and then lose it. I am actually sure many are the times I was in places, but I never once knew about them. 

Another time, I woke up so briefly to find myself just coming from the sea, following the same man. I don't mean coming from the boat, (I know we traveled underwater). In that split second I looked around and there were these people selling all sorts of spices. I knew I was in India. Just like that I knew, then I lost my consciousness again.

TERRIBLE THINGS WERE GOING ON IN MY LIFE

During all this time, terrible things were going on in my life; things I could not control. I never shared them with a soul but by the grace of God, I attended a summer camp through our local Christian organization. There God reached me. And I remember crying uncontrollably.  I don't know why; I couldn't tell you why. It was different this time  I know people cry from remorse, but it was not remorse; it was not pain, but I could not stop crying. Even today I don't know why I cried that hard and I might never know. I cried so hard and was so broken I could not even go to sleep on my own that day. A sister had to sleep with me because nobody could understand it. I think it was all spiritual and a spiritual bond with the demon might have been causing it, and the tears might not even have been my own. This is just conjecture, but these tears were tears that I could not understand, and in my deepest level could not relate to. I ought to have been happy that I was set free, or been remorseful. I was neither. I was just in tears. I could not stop and did not understand.

As I write this, I have been completely set free. I know that in this world there are only two ways to live. As a redeemed, forgiven person in Jesus Christ, or as an unforgiven sinner awaiting God's judgment. As an unforgiven sinner, anything goes; you are completely vulnerable to Satan's plans on your life. I went through terrible things, but I now know what the Word tells me is true; "that all things works together for the good of them that trust the Lord for those who are called according to his purpose."  (See: Romans 8:28-29). God allowed Satan to harass me so I would choose to follow Jesus Christ completely - not partially. I know that I was called before the foundation of the world, but in my rebellion God allowed me to go see a little of what awaited me apart from Him -- torment. Torment in this life and much worse torment through eternity in hell. The experiences I went through left me with no doubt of what the devil can do. I know what awaits me out there if I ever leave my Jesus and I want no part of it.  

I WOULD KNOW WHEN THE DEMONS WERE COMING TO GET ME

Things have not been smooth sailing since I came back home, but I have never been alone. In Luke 10:19 Jesus says, 'Behold, I give you power to walk on serpents, scorpions and over all the powers of the enemy, in my name, and nothing shall in any means hurt you.' Standing on that verse, I have seen victory again and again. I used to know when the demons were coming to get me as I would feel like I am in a strong magnetic field that would paralyze me. 

Since Jesus came into my life, He allowed them once to take me, to show me that all the power belongs to me now. I will tell you briefly what happened. I woke up to find myself in a hospital room. I was with the man, who was not a man, or was he? (Only God knows). We were in a tiny cubicle, and I just regained consciousness while I was telling him that I was leaving and he couldn't stop me. He was pleading with me, and I was having none of it. I knew I wanted to leave. I went to the door and pulled at it, apprehensively expecting him to stop me. I seemed to know that he was really powerful, though this time he couldn't have me. He was lying on the floor trying to get up. He seemed paralyzed - the same way he used to make me - so as to take me from my bed. He was trying to raise a finger the way I had tried so many times, but I couldn't. Surprised - I just pulled on the door and left. He didn't come after me. He couldn't even raise himself from the ground. 

I remember walking in this big white deserted hall, definitely a hospital. I got out and found myself actually back in Kenya in a village I have never known before. I knew the name of it - (I don't know whether there is a village like that) - it was so real. I saw some hawkers outside selling small wares like crackers, water, juice etc.; the typical hawkers you would find outside the hospital gates in Africa. I didn't know what to do. I knew I wasn't supposed to be in Kenya. I was supposed to be in China. I remember panicking, and wondering how I was to get back to China. I started walking, and I was behind a group of women speaking in my mother tongue; typical village women; they might have been going to get firewood. I remember wanting to know whether I was real, and so I said hello to them, in my mother tongue. They said hello back. Just to validate everything, I asked them which place that was. 

The one I addressed took a step back and whispered to her friend and they all started laughing. It was then I realized I was dressed in some sort of school uniform; maybe a local high school and the women might have recognized the uniform and thought I had totally lost it. I got scared and hurried away from them, because I knew if they told other people what I had just asked, I might draw a lot of attention and I knew I wanted to be back in China, in bed next to my husband. I hurried off and branched off from the main road, still frantic about how I was to get to China, when suddenly I just disappeared from there and found myself back in bed in China. 

There is no one like our God. Where He has brought me from no one else could. I didn't even understand what was happening in my life let alone ask anyone for help. It has been almost a year since I came back to Jesus. In a country where church service is allowed for only one hour every Sunday, I have relied a lot on the internet, and God has led me to so many wonderful websites. I am also sad to say that with the episodes I had with the two pastors, I have not been so trusting. There are many wolves in sheep's clothing, I am sad to say. Also most people would have told me I was delusional or it was just some bad dreams. But I thank God for though even now I don't understand it, He knew and understood and saved me.

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS 'ASCENDED MASTERS'  

ONLY DEMONS IN DISGUISE WORKING ON SATAN'S BEHALF

Incidentally, since then, in my quest for answers, I have learned about the demonic infested New Agers who believe in "Ascended Masters," 'So superior to us that they are coming back to save the human race from extinction.' There is no such thing as ascended masters. What it is, is deception from Satan and these things they call ascended masters are nothing more than demons in disguise. It is all the works of Satan to try to gain control of people without their knowing (though some know full well it is Satan's doing and WELCOME His control - sadly for them once they die - judgment will be pronounced - and it is too late for them to be saved by Jesus Christ).

I know there are those who go through what I went through and believe they are chosen by the ascended masters and believe they are here to help them. That is pure nonsense - deception. I believe that what the Bible says, I will send them a strong delusion that they might believe a lie (2 Thess. 2:11), is much of what is happening in the world today. These ascended masters are nobody's friends. They are here for your soul so you can ultimately end up with them in the lake of fire to suffer torment for eternity. 

The Bible tells us:  Flee from the devil and he will flee from us (See: James 4:7). Are you 'fleeing from the devil?' If you are not seeking to have a daily personal relationship with Jesus Christ that is pleasing to Him, you are not 'fleeing from the devil.' Many Christians think they are okay with God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ, but if they are not purposing to be pleasing to the Father and Jesus in ALL the ways that the New Testament Bible commands them to ... they are walking on dangerous ground with God. God has some sobering warning for "half-hearted" Christians. God tells His people in the Book of Revelation to either be HOT for Him or COLD for Him, but don't be spiritually lukewarm (compromising). 

"I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot.  I could wish you were cold or hot.  So then, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew you out of My mouth." (Revelation 3:15-16) 

It has been so good walking with God, knowing that He has promised not to leave me nor to forsake me (See: Hebrews 13:5-6). I discovered Psalms 91 and claimed it for my own. Please read Psalms 91 for anyone who wants the Lord's protection. I have realized the limitations I felt that God put on me so I could not have fun are really not limitations but they give me freedom, they give me joy, they set me free. It is a joy to do the Lord's will. When I heard that before my salvation, I thought that these people are longsuffering, that they had denied themselves earthly things. Only those who want things deny themselves of such things. But I have discovered the closely guarded secret that only those who have a relationship with the Lord know. It's no secret of course, but most think it's lip service.  

I have discovered that you don't deny yourself of these things simply because you don't want them. You discover better things to pursue and pursuing earthly things makes one feel limited. Why? Because the things of the spirit are limitless. How much love can you have? How much peace can you have? How much humility can you have? What about righteousness? But you can have three cars, a million dollars, or four houses. Who wants four houses while one can have limitless righteousness? Not me, thank you. I know I need a house to live in, a car to get around, money to take care of my needs, but believe me, you don't have to pursue that with no time nor interest in purposing to be pleasing to God. For the word of the Lord tells us to seek ye first the Kingdom of heaven and all its righteousness and all other things shall be added unto us (See: Matt. 6:33). I pray that God will give His people wisdom - me included - and give us understanding what this verse means so that we can do as it says and wait upon Him to bring about what we need in this life.

I have chosen to cling to the Lord because I know who He is and who the enemy is. I pray that you never like me say you have no testimony and go out to get one, because if the enemy had had his way, I would be dead now, and in hell. Take it from me ' never want more testimony than GOD gives you. If you do, seek God more so He can give you more revelation so that your testimony can be from Him. I especially talk to the young here if anyone is reading this. We look at the fun others are having and want a part of it. Seek God and tell Him to give you a testimony. There is nothing He cannot give you. I did get a testimony but it was through such a shameful process that had it been left to me, I would never tell anyone, but this morning the Lord quickened my heart to write it. Perhaps someone will read it and help understand what is happening to them, or read it and give their life to Jesus Christ. 

Do not be deceived: God is real and the devil is real. Choose God everyday. Don't try to connect with Him by bypassing the New Testament Bible. The New Testament Bible IS God's Truth. Anything else telling us about spiritual matters that don't agree with God's Truth is Satan's deception. Satan seeks to discredit the Holy Bible every way he can - especially the New Testament. He wants you to be confused about spiritual matters. He does that BEST by trying to get people to doubt the trustworthiness of the New Testament -- and/or by listening to others quote (teach) Bible passages out of context.  

It is fine to WISELY listen to what others have to say about the New Testament bible, but God desires - more importantly - that we study the New Testament Bible for ourselves. God wants His people to be so enlightened about His spiritual Truth that when Satanic deception is being presented ... they know quickly it is Satanic/demonic deception.

Don't take spiritual things lightly. If you ask me, I can never tell you when my life took such a turn. It just did, seemingly out of the blue. May God guide His people and save the New Agers and all those that talk about ascended masters and spirit guides, and may they see them for the demonic deception/control that they are ... for the glory and honor of His name. To God be all the glory and honor. Father, thank you. Use this testimony to save those that You will. Amen.

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Remember:  All that we do in this life comes back to our God-given purpose which is to serve and glorify God. The money and assets we accumulate, the fame and power we've attained or seek to attain - all of the things of this nature will one day pass away, but those lives of others we impact for Jesus Christ will last for eternity, and we will be rewarded for the part we helped play by impacting those lives ... for eternity.
(Matthew 6:19-21 is our assurance)