The following changes took place in me after the ouija incident – and after i had started sleeping with my boyfriend:

My clothes changed, I started wearing baggy and ripped clothes, I only wore black. My hair was a mess and my nails chipped, I looked ghastly. Before I wore color and cared about how I looked. – next to God comes cleanliness.

My personality changed. I became very quiet and reserved. I was very mean and aggressive. I hated my parents and cursed all the time. I was angry all the time and felt sorry for myself. I no longer laughed and was depressed all the time.

I was sexually promiscuous. Me and my boyfriend had a lot of sex and I watched a lot of pornography, I engaged in masturbation almost twice or more a day. I was kind of obsessed with sex, our whole relationship was based on sex.

I cut myself everyday and burned myself. I banged my head against the wall and bit myself. My arms looked like chopping boards. I liked to look at the blood leaking out of me and put some of it on my face, to me it felt comforting. I also became insecure.

I used drugs everyday. I was always high, whether it be painkillers, alcohol and weed, e, cocaine, lsd, crack or khetamine. There was not one day that I was not high. Strangely i can hardly remember those nights.

I lived in a constant delusion. Almost like daydreaming all the time – about killing myself. I fantasized about my own death constantly. I wrote a lot of suicide notes. I also suffered from jealousy.

I stole a lot of things. When I saw something that I wanted i took it.

My eating habits changed, I didnt really eat anymore and became very very skinny. My skin was very pale and my eyes lifeless.

My facial features changed. before my features were soft and im dead serious about it though. My eyes became dark and I had this kind of evil pull to my eyes. when I compare pictures of my face from then and now, theres a HUGE difference.

I had horrible mood swings. And when I was angry I threw things around and broke things, usually i hit something very hard or hit myself in the face or body. The last time I stabbed myself with a kitchen knife in my leg. seeing the blood was kind of satisfying. I was extremely hyper active and frigidity, I had racing thoughts all the time.

Extreme paranoia. Peoples faces – when they seemed angry, I felt scared . similar symptoms to post traumatic stress syndrome, but it wasnt it.
I also suffered from anxiety all the time and had a sense of being nothing.

I hated church and said that God doesnt exist. I started drawing a lot of upside down crosses and pentagrams everywhere. My room and chill room was full of pentagrams and crosses and bleeding people.

I was also very prideful, I judged anyone who wasnt the same as me and hated people who werent dark or gothic.

I didnt sleep a lot and always felt as though there was something else near me, staring at me and when I slept, I had a lot of dreams of demons suffocating me. Sometimes I woke up feeling as though a demon is pressing me down or lifting my legs.

Animals were afraid of me. I know this sounds strange, but we went to someones house one night and he had a big dog. the dog was always a bt scary but that one night when he saw me, he went completely crazy and barked like mad all the time and followed me from window to window, wanting to tear me apart, growling at me.

My boyfriend was trying to control me, then one day I decided that enough was enough. People hated me and was scared of me. I didnt have any friends left anymore. My parents also loved me a lot less. I decided to leave my bf but he ddnt like the idea and got very angry. Some things happened during those two months that changed my life forever. I don’t really want to share the whole experience, but the events that took place led me to seek help.

It felt to me like, my boyfriend was the reason i became that way. His demons became mine and i suspected him of stealing my personality. because before he dated me he was quiet and reserved, but after me he became this charming guy that everyone loved. But that was my conclusion. today I see how it all happened. Even though I wasnt a part of the ouija nights, I did sleep wth a guy involved in amateur satanism, and because of that it was just as good as playing it myself. But the fact that my boyfriend didnt want to let me go, kind of proves that he had something more to do wth what had happened that year.

After I left my boyfriend I also moved away. But the demons were still bothering me, pressing me down at night and always fooling around in my bed. I believe that my boyfriend was following me as well, since he was capable of doing astral projection and since i had him on Facebook that was an open door with which he could travel. – but that’s what I believe. My mother took the chance to tell me about Jesus and how He can help me. So i started reading psalm 23 and eventually read the whole bible. Satan bothered me everyday, he made my anxiety so incapable that I couldn’t even talk to people without my facial muscles freezing and me stuttering and breaking out in horrible sweats while completely zoning out. those were some really horrible months because I had to go back to school and my mother wouldn’t let me stay home. the kids didn’t understand and certainly took it to their advantage to walk all over me. but i think i deserved that since it sure did humble me very much. also i had to stop using drugs which was difficult and made me feel quite horrible all the time. I didnt want to live but something kept me from killing myself and I think it was Jesus.

I know that I seemed more like a mentally ill person, but before that i was a normal girl. I did believe in Jesus. When the drugs came into my life, it was the first open door for satan and then I started dating that guy who was involved with satanism and that was my ticket to insanity.

About two years after that, things had changed a lot – for the better. I talked with Jesus daily and had a lot less night visits. but struggles with anxiety and anger a lot. I went to confess my sins and got baptized, everything changed after that. Jesus had finally exorcised all the demons from me and I was free, but of course not free from demonic oppression. Satan doesnt like losing and he will do everything in his power to bring you down. it’s like a daily battle against satan through the power of Jesus Christ. Then I decided to become a missionary.

I spent five months in my church and satan was still trying to destroy my life. The church elders fell prey to satan and they all hated me. It was like some kind of curse was on me. at church God set me free from a lot of Satans binds. I finally changed for the better. I no longer get angry or hurt myself anymore. I don’t smoke anymore and don’t use drugs. I feel more at peace.

Now I am more aware of when demons find a way into the house, because I know what the signs are and only the power of Jesus can get rid of demons. And Jesus frees you when He chooses to, therefore you should never stop believing and always believe in Jesus, because He is faithful and will hear you if you seek Him.

Mike