One night, while I was retiring for the night, I felt a strong need to pray. I didn’t know what for, so I just started praying in the spirit. As I was praying, my mum came to mind, so I prayed for her.
When I was done praying for her, it didn’t seem like the burden to pray had lifted. I continued praying in the spirit – just enjoying myself, I’d say. While I was praying, I began to have the mind battles I had earlier that week. My mind was flooded with a lot of unclean images and thoughts. Then I remembered that this was something I had intended to talk to the Lord about, but had forgotten because it had left. The thoughts were really harassing, and I began crying in a very pathetic way. I was pleading with the Lord to take these thoughts away.
Now, here and there, I have struggled with mind battles in ways that could almost make me go bonkers. The Lord has been kind to me, and these thoughts have reduced greatly. I later understood that whenever they came, I needed to go to war against them.
But that particular night, I was acting like someone who hadn’t been taught to war in this area. Almost immediately, I heard Pastor Ita’s voice repeating something he said during the tarry on Friday last week, which I immediately wrote in my notebook.
He said, “You know how you meddled into darkness. You need to go to war!”
When I heard his voice, I began to ask the Lord to teach me how to fight. Then I heard, “Testimonies.”
I wondered to myself what I was to testify about, because I felt I had shared a testimony about the major things I struggled with in my life.
Then the Holy Spirit reminded me about Witchcraft.
There was a day during the church meeting that Pastor asked people to raise their hands if they had an instant deliverance after they gave their lives to Christ. Initially, I didn’t raise my hand, because of course there was nothing to raise my hand for – or so I thought. As the mic was going around, I heard “witchcraft” in my head. Then it hit me that I used to dabble in witchcraft at some point in my life, and everything ceased when I rededicated my life to Christ. Even though I raised my hand and shared a little, I didn’t know the extent to which I went. I thought everything was just shallow.
So, while praying that night, the Holy Spirit began to remind me of the things I did, and I was fighting on my bed, saying I didn’t want to testify about it. I felt too ashamed of myself and wondered how God even saved me with all my filth.
Yeah, I know many have done worse, but that was my “worse”, and it was a really big deal.
After fighting, I finally obliged and told the Lord I was going to testify about this. Seeing that I had not properly thanked God for delivering me (because I forgot this part of my life), I began to thank Him for every single thing He brought to mind.
HOW IT ALL BEGAN
Before I began dabbling in dark things, I was already drawn to them. I hated light, sounds, colours, and anything that brought about happiness. I hated flowers and only liked black roses with thorns. I was also a fan of snakes. I even had a pair of glasses that had a snake on each of their handles. It was strange to others, but it felt normal to me.
As a child, I’d envisage the different ways I could die and how my burial would look. And to crown it all, I was really stubborn and strong-willed. I was quiet nonetheless, so it was hard to tell that I was a stubborn child. Plus, I always brought home great results for my parents. My siblings and I were the children every parent in my family’s church wished they had. They’d tell their kids to emulate us.
My mum warned us against bad company and did her best to keep us on the path of righteousness, but the devil had his plans. The good thing is, God had a better plan.
Seeing that I don’t know what opened the door to witchcraft in my life, I’ll just start with the obscenity.
It was just as though the enemy was waiting for me to be introduced to watching X-rated videos, and everything would be set. When I began watching these videos, it was just something involving males and females. But because my heart was dark and always sought the darkest things possible, I began to make weird searches. First, I was watching scenes of bestiality. It felt satisfying to me, but after a while, I got dissatisfied and needed something more.
I began to search for videos involving demons—demons and humans. And began watching more and more of them, which came out as animations many times. If there was any time I didn’t watch content involving demons, I’d watch one involving homosexuals—anything but the natural intimacy of males and females. These I did watch, but rarely.
Now, around this time, I had already started watching weird movies, courtesy of my classmates and Google. One day, a classmate of mine introduced me to a movie. It was the first movie I watched that had to do with witchcraft. The TV series was banned later for some reason known to them.
While I was watching this series, I was already practising some of the spells from the movie, but nothing happened, so I considered them fake. I was introduced to a book, too and began reading it. Then I went on to watch a movie about it. If you wanted to trap me, then all you needed to do was bring movies that were horror, witchcraft, vampires, werewolves, or apocalyptic. I began searching on Google for the darkest movies there were, and would watch them. I’d explain what I needed in each movie, and Google tried not to disappoint. Other times, it did disappoint.
Of course, in all these, you can guess that I was cursing a lot. Seeing that most of these movies had to do with the British community, I found myself cursing like the British, which is way different from any other society.
I began to read about Greek mythology and fancied their gods. I fancied their gods so much that I wished to be intimate with any of them, specifically Zeus. I thank God that even in all of these, I never had carnal knowledge with anyone. Well, there wasn’t a chance to, because I had a demonic hatred for humans, was proud, and would say things like, “No one is deserving of me”—filthy me at that time. I liked to think of myself as a goddess and saw myself as one. In all of these, I was battling with rejection, suicide, depression, and other things that come with the package. The irony of life.
I went on to read about witchcraft, read about spells, and the origins of certain cults. I was so excited about things like this. If the book or website was forbidden because it was dark, you’d find me there. There was something I was searching for. I just didn’t know what. I tried out as many spells as I could, sat in lotus positions so that I could leave my body and be elsewhere. I also tried taking over people and controlling them. Other times, I tried to communicate with others with my mind.
All of these failed! I was bitter and would say that it was all fake! But I kept trying.
After this, I began to watch the types with violence involved, and this takes me to the part where I became murderous.
MURDER
If there was anything that brought me joy, it was watching people die in a very gory way. I watched so many videos involving murder and began to think them up myself.
I remember on different occasions when I’d be having a quarrel with someone. Because I was timid, I’d stare at them intently with a strong desire to cause their blood to boil. It was my preferred way of killing people. I didn’t care who it was at that time. I’d summon up all that was within me and try hard to inflict things on that person, but it just wouldn’t work.
Then I’d run away, cry, and even scream. This hurt was from a place of disappointment that it didn’t work. I hated to see people who caused me pain walk alive.
Other murderous thoughts, like burning people slowly, using a knife or scalpel to slowly peel off their skins, and lots more, crossed my mind. I also enjoyed the sight of bashing a head against a wall. And I had a habit of cursing people under my breath. Whether you did me any wrong or not, I’d just curse you as I deemed fit.
The following night, the Holy Spirit also reminded me of something I never thought I was capable of. I was reminded of how I could afflict myself with illnesses. I could tell someone I was having a headache and make myself have one. It would be so real, I’d have to take medications for it. I recall the different times I did that regarding abdominal pain, headaches, chest pains, and even blindness. I only wish I were able to do that to others.
I was fearless, and I was afraid of how fearless I was.
REBELLION
I was stubborn like every other child. But the Holy Spirit pointed out that my rebellion started when I started craving or desiring things that were against the natural order of things.
One of those days, during my foolish adventures online, I came across the name “Spirit of the House of Rebels.” It felt so cool, and I felt like it described me so well. So I adopted it. I began to call myself one of the spirits of the house of rebels and dedicated my writings to it.
Whenever I wanted to write, I’d begin my writings with “Dear Spirit,” and then write the darkest things the human mind could not comprehend. I wrote about anything—hatred, sex, demons, spirits, murder, witchcraft, etc. My writings were a one-way ticket to the state of my mind. And I was so good at what I did. Whenever I showed some of my writings to foolish and lost people like me, they’d be amazed at the things I wrote.
I wanted to make my writings public, but I was too introverted to even try. I did here and there, but I felt the world wasn’t ready or wouldn’t be able to appreciate it. I enjoyed reading my writings—I was my audience. I never intended to join any community of writers or even sorcerers because I wanted to be a stand-alone witch and be all-powerful. I felt that when the time was right, and I was finally able to tap into that power (which I felt I already had), I wanted to be alone.
MY DELIVERANCE
One of the things Brother Michael (one of the church leaders) wrote into my phone when he met me the first time was, “Draw near to me and I’ll draw near to you.” If you’ve been paying attention in meetings, you’ll realise that Pastor has been quoting this scripture in almost every meeting in recent times.
I realised that the closer I become to God, the closer He is to me, and His light begins to shine on areas of my life that were dark. As we know, being ignorant is tagged “being in the dark” by English speakers. The Lord’s light is shining on me and is helping me recall things I had totally forgotten.
If you asked me last month what major struggles I had in life, I’d say depression and infirmities. I had no idea there was this part to me.
The Holy Spirit reminded me of when my deliverance started.
On the 16th of November 2024, I sent a message to Pastor telling him about something the Lord was speaking to me about. The summary was that I was still hooked to my late dad and had not realised the Father God had given me. When I sent that message, my deliverance started.
I’d like to mention at this point that when I rededicated my life to Christ, I immediately stopped everything witchcraft-related. In fact, it felt like my brain was wiped. But you can’t have done all I did and not have some demons attached to you.
On the 22nd of November, we had an all-night meeting in church. Earlier that day, Pastor was meeting with a group of members in the music team, which I am part of, and began talking about how he was going to pray for us to be delivered from witchcraft and rebellion during the all-night meeting. When Pastor was still talking to us, I began to cry. It hit me that I had been operating as a witch because of constant disobedience and rebellion. I felt helpless and kept asking the Lord to help me. I kept praying in my mind that I was scared and didn’t even know how to obey everything I was hearing. It felt like a lot of instructions, and I was afraid I’d forget. I wrote down my prayers in my book and continued paying attention to him.
The All-night Meeting
When we sang at the start of the meeting, I had the impression to kneel. Before this, I had an impression that I was going to have to kneel whenever we had to pray that night. I didn’t kneel at first because I didn’t understand what that was. “Where will I even kneel? This technical area where I am seated is tight,” I thought to myself. After a while, I stepped out of my seat, created space, and knelt. It didn’t feel like much because the prayer ended almost immediately.
When Pastor led us to repent and renounce later, I had an impression to kneel again. This time, I obeyed swiftly (I didn’t dare disobey—not after all that rebuke and scary warnings during the meeting). As Pastor led us to renounce things, I began to feel my hand shaking. I was already begging God that I didn’t want to react, but He shouldn’t listen to me. I just needed deliverance from what I wasn’t exactly sure of at the time.
As we renounced rebellion, I flipped and started screaming. It felt like I had a “strong head”, and my hand was just on my head, trying to break it.
Pastor kept leading us to renounce things, and I was all over the place, screaming. I didn’t understand what was going on at first until I began to have impressions of demons.
I had an impression of 7 spirits resident in me. While in pain, screaming and twisting my body, I was in utter disbelief—”7 spirits? Me? Where? How? When?”
Remember, I didn’t know I had past unresolved issues at this time.
Then, the Holy Spirit began to highlight each of them to me, and for every time one was cast out, there was a loud countdown in my head. God bless Pastor for not ending the prayer until all 7 were cast out.
Spirit 1
I had an impression that the first spirit came in through the kind of pornography I used to watch. This was an abomination that opened a door for a rebellious spirit to enter me. The impression I got was that the spirits behind these had rebelled against the natural order of sexual intimacy, and my watching them had opened the door.
Now, I didn’t think this was an issue because I had been delivered at the Passover Retreat we had earlier, I thought. I didn’t confess the exact kind of pornography I used to watch to my former shepherd (the leader who was responsible for me). I just confessed that I used to watch pornography. It didn’t even occur to me to confess this in all my confession periods. The truth is, I didn’t remember.
After Pastor began to pray aggressively in the Spirit, I felt this spirit leave.
Then I heard, 6 more to go!
Spirit 2
This particular spirit came in through consistent disobedience. After this spirit was highlighted, Pastor immediately started addressing rebellion that came in through consistent disobedience. It was hard for this one to leave, but it did go eventually.
Then I heard again, 5 more to go.
Spirit 3
Before I heard anything about this spirit, I found myself buzzing like a fly. It sounded like many flies all at once. Then I heard Beelzebub. Nope! I didn’t want to believe this one. How was it possible that I was possessed by the spirit of Beelzebub?
Then almost immediately, I began to recall all the housefly incidents I’ve been having lately, and how I’ve struggled constantly to keep my mind clean for as long as I can remember. I kept hearing flies all over my ears and head, and I was replicating their sounds with my mouth.
It was so hard to get this off my head. I kept screaming for help. Then Pastor called down fire. It didn’t exactly burn the flies. It burnt my head and, by extension, the flies. I had an impression that so long as my head remained on fire, the flies couldn’t come near me.
Now, there was something about my ears. I know my ears are very sensitive to sound—both in a good and bad way—but it became more extraordinary. Sounds didn’t just irritate my ears but caused me great pain. I had an impression it was linked to this spirit. After Pastor called down fire, a metallic wire was pulled out of my ear, and my head felt peaceful.
A true test of my healing happened some moments ago. Someone’s alarm was ringing, and it had this sound that was usually painful. It was a single, resounding ring, like hitting a tumbler with a metal spoon. It only rang louder in my ear, but didn’t cause me pain one bit. I wasn’t even irritated. I just felt it was loud and needed to be turned off. I could even endure and wait for the owner to come and put it off, as opposed to putting it off myself, as my manner is.
After this, I heard 4 more to go.
Spirit 4,5,6,7
Now, this was the toughest. I saw a being—a god. I had an impression that he was the deity from my mum’s family history. I don’t know why I thought so, because I hadn’t confirmed anything from my mum yet. I had an impression that this god was the remaining four spirits.
It looked fierce, stood with horns, and looked so much like Baphomet. It had a trident in its hand and stood staring at me on the ground, unfazed. I looked like I was begging it to leave me alone. It seemed not to be doing much in my life, just laying low and finding expression in whichever way it chose.
I had an impression that this god often manifested as timidity, sluggishness, distraction, filthiness, and subtle stubbornness. I know I can be stubborn, but I never for once thought someone as quiet as I am could have this kind of rebellion in her. It was scary.
Then Pastor began to sing the “Know Me” song. Everything didn’t mean much until he began the line that said, “I’m your husband, you’re my bride.” The Being screamed from within me. I kept shouting “No!”
I had an impression that I was married to this Being, and it was lord over me. I think I saw myself in a wedding dress beside it. As Pastor kept repeating that line, I was just screaming for help because it was scary and wouldn’t let me go.
I also had an impression that it was also controlling the other earlier spirits that had been cast out. The being didn’t have to do much—just send the other spirits to do its bidding.
The plan was to ensure I remained joined to it. I heard that if I left it, I was going to go crazy. At this point, I began screaming that I didn’t want to go crazy. Thank God Pastor kept singing. Then I saw a man appear. I had an impression it was the Lord. He was too shiny to behold. He hugged me and turned my eyes away from that Being, then He backed the Being. He took off the filthy wedding dress I had on and put me in a simple white dress. Then I heard my name: “Edima,” which means “Beautiful one.”
My name had never had so much meaning as it did at that moment. He brought out a scarf and blindfolded me, and then said, “Edima, fight.”
The only way I was going to be able to fight was to not look at this being, but walk by faith. I was given a sword. It was the less heroic sight—a lady in a simple white dress, fighting this Being.
As I stood there, Pastor began to pray even more aggressively in the Spirit. Then I had an impression to scream, “I will serve Jesus.”
I was saying it quietly, and then there was an outburst, and I screamed “I will serve Jesus” about twice. I saw an altar shatter, and this god shattered into smithereens. Then the Man whom I had seen before—the Lord—took my hand, put me on a horse, and we began to ride. I later noticed that the limbs of the horse were the Lord’s legs.
Almost immediately, Pastor began to pray about horses and even added that we don’t trust in the horses. That was when I understood why it was the Lord’s legs I was seeing and not the horse’s. I was still blindfolded while all these were happening, but I could somehow see.
I saw a different scene where different men came to ask for my hand in marriage. Each of them had a tag on their tux.
I saw Money, Fame, Comfort, and finally, Career.
Since I was blindfolded, I couldn’t see them. I only saw them because I was the one having the vision.
I saw myself in the Tabernacle of Moses, and for the first time, I was found worthy to enter the Holy Place. I couldn’t believe it. “You mean I’ve been an outer court Christian this whole while?”
Then I heard, “You cannot enter into a deeper relationship with me with rebellion. The Holy Place is no place for the rebellious. If you serve another god, you might as well remain outside until you begin to serve me.”
I became more scared of this matter of rebellion.
This was how I ended up being delivered of those demonic beings.
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But it seemed that wasn’t all. When the Holy Spirit impressed on my heart to share a testimony, I was hesitant and fought so hard not to. I was beginning to feel ashamed, too. I thought of how I was seen as a proper child, and now all these. Then I was reminded of something that happened during the all-nighter the previous day.
We had gone into the work session of the meeting and were outlining battle strategies for fighting our enemies. I remember that I raised my hand and said that ‘testimony’ was a major weapon that could defeat all the enemies that had been listed. I was held by my words. And of course, why should I be ashamed of the beautiful things the Lord has done? It means so much to me that He reached out and saved my filthy soul. Everything I brought upon myself, He healed me of it, and is even calling me to draw closer.
I know I used to feel like there was no hope for me when Brother Michael used to reach out to me back then. But now, I have hope.
I am more grateful that I am fighting on the right side. I am being taught how to be fearless in the God-way and how to go against those who oppose our Lord.
I am also having an experience of true power, which is rooted in purity, humility, and above all, obedience.
I trust that the good Lord, who has started this work in me, will bring it to completion. Amen.
— Sis Edima
7th December 2024
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