De Leon Publishing

A long time ago, when I was a child, I had no idea that witches existed in real life. I spent my entire childhood with a very abusive father who would worship a Buddha statue. As a child, I was confused about why my dad loved his Buddha statue so much, calling it his “good luck” charm and kissing it. When I asked my mother why my dad had a Buddha statue, she lied and said, “I don’t know, he is just playing around.”

I knew my mom was lying because I heard her tell my dad to hide it and put it away. She sounded upset as she told him, “I do not want our daughter to know anything about that stuff.”

During the night, paranormal activities would be the highlight of my experience. As I lay terrified under my blankets, I prayed. My mother taught me about Jesus and always promised me that He would come back to save us. But one night, I heard voices telling me that my parents were gone and had been taken away from me.

I began seeing the devil manifest through my father and mother when I was just four years old. Then, a gentle man’s voice, one that seemed to know things only God would know, spoke to me. He said, “Your parents used their power for evil, and now your life is going to be extremely difficult.” He added, “Your daddy broke your mommy’s spirit.”

I immediately blurted out what the man said when my father began attacking my mother in front of me. In shock, my mother, in tears, asked me who taught me about spirits. I replied, “The nice man’s voice did.”

My mother encouraged me to ask the nice voice what his name was, so I did. The voice replied, “Your friend.” I was only four years old at the time, so I told my mother what the voice had said. My mom then suggested that my mind and ears were playing tricks on me and told me to ignore the voice.

The next day, the voice came back and told me to stay strong because he was leaving me now. He promised to come back and save us. After this, my mother became abusive like my father, and my life became a living hell.

Throughout my life, I had friends who spoke of witches, but when I asked my mom, she denied it was true and made fun of my friends for watching too many movies. As the years went on, I was very broken and abused. Everything in my life was falling apart. I stopped believing in God, and life was miserable. I became homeless, drunk, divorced, broke, unhealthy, and had many car accidents.

One day, a man who claimed to be a witch approached me and told me I was under a curse. He said, “Your God is waiting for you to come to him so he can save you.” In my mind, I thought this couldn’t be real and assumed he knew me from somewhere.

As I delved into new age practices, I began hearing voices and laughter coming from a witch. I heard little feet running around my house, and my items went missing. I spent years researching my family’s genealogy, and it mysteriously disappeared. I was so upset.

My friend introduced me to psychedelics, and I agreed to take them, thinking it would end my life. Instead, I was awakened to the truth that we are spirits. I saw shadows on the walls connected to people, as if a beast was attached to their backs. I saw vampires, dragons in the sky, and fairies. I was in disbelief. I began to fall in love with psychedelics because of how good they made me feel. I was finally at peace and could look at my abuse from a higher perspective. I felt like a new person, and people around me began to notice.

I heard many people say not to eat other people’s food. When I went to a local pizza restaurant, the manager had one blue eye and satanic tattoos all over his body. I still didn’t fully comprehend the situation since I was a 37-year-old barely learning about life.

When I confided in my so-called best friend about everything happening in my life, she would pretend not to know. My friend also worked at a restaurant and once served me rotten pork. This is when I found out my “friend” was a witch. I later discovered that my “friend” was a bisexual who had over 40 abortions. I felt betrayed and lied to. Betrayal was an ongoing thing for me in my life. So, I began searching for answers everywhere.

I received an email from a shaman who said she could heal me, and I felt like I should try it since my life was already horrible. When I opened the email, purple and blue sparkles came out of the phone. I was amazed and thought this was my big break.

When I met the shaman, she claimed to be Catholic but wore a necklace with a snake’s eye. She said she was just a vessel and told me about her gift. When I allowed her access to my spirit, she closed her eyes, and tears ran down her face as she said, “You have the most beautiful heart I have ever seen.”

When she began the soul-searching journey, she told me what she saw, and I began crying because no one in my life believed what I had been through. I spent many sessions with this lady and kept noticing how much she looked like my mother. I went to the Catholic Church and went to confession to tell the priest I was getting healed by a shaman. The priest’s mouth dropped as he stood up and laid his hands on me to pray. He told me I was being tricked by the devil and to stay away from that shaman. I told the priest, “But she said she is a Catholic.” The priest laughed and said, “The devil always pretends to be Catholic because he wishes he could be as powerful as Jesus.”

I went to church that one time but still continued to explore other practices. One day, I decided to follow Terrance McKenna’s advice and consume five grams or more of Penis Envy Shrooms. Terrance said to turn it into tea form, drink it first thing in the morning on an empty stomach, and do it alone in a dark room. He said this was how to perform an ego death and break every curse over your life. This is when the Holy Spirit entered my heart. I began crying and babbling like a baby.

Then I had a vision of myself being locked up by a witch that was my brothers ex girlfriend. An angel appeared and freed me from the spiritual prison I was locked in. My memories flooded back into my mind, and I remembered when the witch did this awful crime to me.

When I called the shaman to tell her that I broke the curse, she became very ill. She got so sick she almost got hospitalized. The shaman called me three days after I broke the curse and said she would like to meet. When we met, she looked angry, the way my mother looked when I was little. She said, “Oh look at you. I see divine light pouring into your crown chakra.” I said, “Yeah, everyone is being really nice to me now, and I have been getting a lot of good news. It is really cool, I never thought life could be this way.” The witch replied disgustedly, “You got saved by God because all you do is pray.” I cried to the shaman telling her, “How could someone be that mean to ruin my life.” The shaman replied, “I told you their are 2 types of people in the world, some that are good and some that are evil.”

The witch looked at me with wicked eyes and said, “Can I access your spirit to see the light?” Unknowingly, I granted her permission. She closed her eyes and said, “Good girl, now you lay down and go to sleep.” That is when I heard the Holy Spirit tell me, “This is the woman who cursed your mother long ago. Your mother went to her for help, thinking this lady would have the cure to make your father stop abusing her.” I gulped and realized I was tricked. I became angry and full of rage. I had no idea magic was real, especially after seeing a black-and-white cat that looked like a woman in my backyard. I realized this shaman was trying to set me up to make me insane. She would always ask for my children and when my children met her they said, “Why does she look so much like grandma.”

This is when I knew I had to call the priest and tell him what happened to me. The priest welcomed me with open arms and said, “You are a baby Christian now. You need to learn about Jesus so you can walk in his light. If you follow Jesus’ teachings, you will be safe from the dark one.”

It’s been five years since I have attended Mass, confession, and communion. My life has improved and changed for the better. I am a straight-A student, and my mental health is great. My mother and father were both delivered from the wickedness of the witch when I stayed up all night reading psalms on the night of the full moon. I prayed long and hard to God to have mercy on my parents. I forgave them both because they were also tricked and sold their souls to the devil. The witch was stripped of her powers the night of the full moon because I prayed for God to place judgement on the witch.

The witch is now dead, and my family’s spiritual gifts have returned. My family has been in shock because when the curse broke, they said, “I feel like I woke up from the dead.” Now my family knows the importance of walking with their cross. THE WITCH IS DEAD!