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The Prince of the Air

2020 hit the world. I was confused. How could almost every government in the world do the same thing at the same time? It was like they had one leader. Who was it? As a conspiracy theorist, I thought it was the Freemasons, Illuminati, Bilderberg Group, WEF, WHO, etc. I found videos online from fellow conspiracy theorists who confirmed my suspicions, but they revealed a much greater evil I hadn’t considered: Satan.

I wasn’t interested in God, so Satan hadn’t crossed my mind, but seeing Christian-conspiracy theory videos woke me up. It became obvious that the powerful, controlling, evil entity in the world had been Satan all along. That explained why so many governments hurt people, hid information, and ignored what voters wanted. They were following Satan’s will, not God’s.

When I realised that Satan was the ultimate threat against us, I found myself wondering how Jesus died. I thought of Him dying on the cross and couldn’t understand why being nailed to wood had killed Him. God led me to a video that did an “autopsy” of Jesus’s body. With a little more reading, I discovered what a crucifixion involved. Whipping, beating, nailing, suffocation, broken legs. I imagined Jesus enduring all that and it made me feel immense sadness. It took another month or two before I realised the reason He endured that pain was to save us from Hell, a place where the unsaved will pay the price for their sins forever.

Spiritual Warfare

Over the next few weeks, I bought a cross, started reading the Bible for the first time, and prayed regularly. As a child, I remember only praying when I was desperate. Now I was praying once or twice a day, sometimes for an hour at a time. I cried a lot and talked a lot. God had never heard so much from me! I, unfortunately, donated my divination cards instead of dumping them. Now I regret that! I did bin my “healing” crystals, though.

It was around this time that I had two major spiritual attacks.

First, my laptop stopped working properly. I tried everything I could, but nothing worked. I was so angry at God for letting this happen, but then He fixed my computer. It was just in time because I felt like leaving the faith.

Within two weeks, I was attacked again. My website was stolen! It took days to figure out what had happened. I was so scared that my domain name had gone for good. Feeling betrayed by God, I cried, got very angry, and threw my cross. I was done with God, again.

But with His grace, I got my website back, plus a free year of hosting, and transferred to a new company right away.

I believe those were both spiritual attacks. Why? Because around the time I was saved, I sensed a foreboding presence in the room. I looked back but no one was there. I think that if Sariel/Sophie is a dark spirit, it wasn’t happy to catch me praying. That spirit worked on me for months, if not a year. It must’ve been hard seeing all its work amount to nothing.

This is part two of a four-part story. Part one is here.

The New Age

Around age 29, I was drawn to witchcraft, but hearing that “spells” don’t work unless you do the work put me off. I lost interest. Unfortunately, I went to New Age instead.

New Age was appealing to me. I wanted to speak things into existence with manifestation. I looked into the dangerous practice of opening “the third eye”. I got divination cards to see the future. I bought crystals to attract love, money and success. I chanted mantras, meditated, lit candles and placed them near mirrors to communicate with dead ancestors.

I will never forget a particular meditation I did. It was about the New Age practice of connecting with your “spirit guide”. During the meditation, I ended up seeing this so-called guide. It was a silhouette of a tall man. I couldn’t see his face or features, but his presence felt comforting. Now I believe that was an evil entity trying to connect with me. He emitted a kind, comforting aura, but he didn’t have good intentions. God is light. That entity was pitch black.

On My Way Home

At age 30, I wanted to connect with angels. I got a book about them and did a quiz to discover my “guardian angel”, but I didn’t realise that guardian angels aren’t Biblical. I was matched with Archangel Michael, which was very disappointing! Why? Because I didn’t want him, I wanted the angel Sariel instead.

Let me be clear: Sariel isn’t mentioned in the Bible. We hear about Michael, Gabriel, Abaddon, the Angel of the Lord, and Satan/Lucifer. But at this time, I didn’t know that.

I went online and looked up angel names and found myself drawn to Sariel. Then I listened to one of my favourite composers, and by chance his song was called Sariel. I took that as a sign. Sariel was communicating with me! He was my guardian angel.

When I lit candles and sat before a mirror, I felt connected to Sariel and my dead ancestors. I used pretty crystals and meditation, too. Eventually another name came to me: Sophie. I thought it was another spirit guide, so I wasn’t concerned at all. Now I’m disturbed by it and wonder who, if anyone, I was “connected” to. Fortunately, after feeling letdown by Sariel and Sophie, I “cut ties” with them and realised that they might not really be there.

But I still didn’t seek God.

My conversion story will continue in part three.

I’d like to share my personal story from being an unsaved Christian child to a saved Christian woman.

This is part one of a four-part story.

Sunday Service

As a kid, I didn’t like going to church, but I went with my family. I passed the time by reading books, only feeling good when sunshine poured through the stained-glass windows. I felt even better when I checked my watch and realised that the service would be over soon.

Year after year, I went to church each Sunday and sat through the service with so many doubts. Quietly I questioned what I heard, shooting down evidence of God in my mind. I didn’t seek answers, so I didn’t realise that I was drifting away from Christianity, but I think my parents noticed. It’s probably why they asked if I really wanted to be confirmed. Of course I did! I didn’t know why they even asked.

Walking Away From God

After being confirmed, I kept spiralling down the wrong path.

I can’t remember why, it was possibly due to being sick, but I stayed home one Sunday. It was fun sleeping in for a change. I didn’t have to put on my fancy church clothes and shoes. I got to chill out by the TV. Unfortunately, over time the whole family started to stay home.

At age 16, I admitted to being an atheist on Facebook. It was nerve-racking to admit it. Nowadays, people don’t bat an eyelid when someone comes out as an atheist, but back then it was different.

Once, someone came knocking at the door to preach the gospel. I said I was an atheist. The man said, “You’re brave to believe in nothing” and hurried off. I was slightly offended by his comment. “Of course I believe in something!” I said to myself.

A few years later, I switched from atheist to agnostic-atheist, and then agnostic. Now I didn’t know or care if there was a God. As far as I was concerned, His existence made no difference to my life.

My conversion story will continue in part two.