Ex-Pagan 4 Christ

I had decided to leave the coven after witnessing the sacrifice of my friend Stargrove to Satan. I had been forced to participate through fear but my sincere friendship with her and the prayers of God's saints had enabled me to decide to leave. I had just found out that Satan was every bit as vicious and untrustworthy as Christians had told me, so I knew my life was in danger.

I did not know God, and had no friends outside the coven. They knew where I lived, they had powerful magic, and both they and Satan would do anything to stop me getting out with the story of paganism's horrible heart.

I had a week until the next meeting, a week which I spent alone in my room, scared to go anywhere or talk to anyone, grieving my friend. I was terrified that they would know I was planning to defect, and that they would do something to me. Looking back, I was in great danger - I did not have Satan's protection (such as it was) and did not have God's protection either. At that time Satan, the coven, or any of the other witches I knew could have attacked me. I knew by now that the power in my spells came from Satan - so it was impossible to set a protection spell against him.

If these people had not been in the occult I would have been in a better position. Threats from others could have been taken to the police, or I could have gone into hospital. But there were pagan police officers who would make sure nothing came of my complaints, and I could be destroyed by magic even in a hospital. We were not limited by distance in spells so I could not run away. I became paralysed with fear.

I was thinking desperately of how to get out of this situation aside from suicide when I remembered the people immune to our spells. No matter how hard we tried we could not directly attack a Bible-believer, only tempt them away from God. I remembered all the sacrifices and unspeakable acts we had committed to try to attack them, which had all failed. I made up my mind to find these people.

I remembered a church we had tried for months to destroy, with no luck. It met in the house of an elderly lady, and there were only about twenty members. They were true believers with a great love of Christ, and we had not been able to harm them. Early in the morning I went to this house in West London and banged on the door.

The old lady - Mary - was very surprised to see me, especially as she recognised me as one of the pagans who shouted at her and her brothers and sisters in the street! She saw my distress and allowed me inside.

I told her my story - the drugs, involvement in the occult, perversions, killings and the attacks on Christians. I even told her about Satan. She was deeply shocked, and called the members of her church together. I told them how frightened I was and that they were the only ones invulnerable to our attacks, and they promised to try to help me.

My involvement had been so deep that they decided to remove any evil spirits that dealing with Satan might have given me. They commanded any evil spirits in the name of Jesus to leave me. As they began the exorcism, I became unconscious. I was told later that I had a huge number of violent spirits inside me - the most difficult to get out being the ones implanted when I had sex with Satan. I was unconscious for hours, and when I awoke the numbing terror was gone. Of course I was still afraid - I knew what the coven could do to me, but I felt less fatalistic about it.

The church arranged for me to stay in the house and for me to have 24/7 prayer covering. I seemed to be safe, for a time.