Satanic High Priestess of Witches Covern SAVED by Jesus Christ

“Come and hear, all ye that fear the Lord, and I will declare what He has done for my soul.” - psalm 66:16

God has a plan for your life before you are even formed and Satan will do all he can to cause you to detour off Gods path into his own. I was raised in church, but an encounter with the spirit world as a child would be used by the enemy to tempt me into opening the dark door of the occult.

When I was 7, I saw a manifestation of my grandfather the day he was buried. It was so real that I could’ve reached out and touched him. Years later, as a preteen, I started being haunted by thoughts and questions that were relentless. Questions like “why did I see him?” “What did he want from me?” I took these questions to my Sunday school teacher whose response was, “it was a demon, not your grandfather, don’t look any further into it.” Sadly, I did not heed her warning.

At the same time these questions were arising, I had become friends with a young man in my class that was involved in witchcraft (I was unaware of that fact until this time). When I told him about what had happened and my questions, he was quick to offer and instruct me on methods I could use to communicate with the dead. I took the bait and began. I started with basic stuff like a homemade ouija board then progressed into séances, tarot, spirit writing and scything. It all seemed to come so natural to me, so I felt as if this was the path I needed to pursue religiously and that I had a natural zeal for witchcraft.

My curiosity grew stronger as I got older and I started the path of WICCA, but quickly grew tired of it as my craving for the more intense side of witchcraft was leading me into a more intense service.

I joined a local coven and after some time in that I was initiated as High Priestess, of which I served in that role for 13 years. Although an active participate/leader in this coven, I independently practiced on my own because the rituals and magick the coven participated in was not fulfilling me. I was craving darkness. It was a hunger that started to grow that it drove me into the depths of darkness. The more dark it was, the more intense it was, I wanted it. Hungered for it. Hungered for power and for self gratification. I began incorporating several different forms of magick into my practices including Celtic magick, luciferism, voodoo and satanism.

I had befriended some that were satanist and began participating with them in their coven rituals. They were demonically powerful and I desired what they had. It did not matter to me what was required of me, if the spells wanted it, I was all in it. The darker the better. My hunger was growing so immense for evil and all it entailed. I became so overcome with evil and demonically overtaken that I was numb inside. I had no shame, no conscience, no guilt. I was all for power and whatever I wanted and would do any means necessary or called upon to get it.

After years went by (23 total) I was so full of anger, bitterness, hatred and rage. Lust drove me. I had invoke demon after demon, asking them to use me in whatever way they desired. I didn’t care who I hurt. I didn’t care what the cost… even my own soul.

But satan NEVER shows you what he really is at first. If he did you would never fall for his bait. He appears as light, as satisfaction, as gratification. He doesn’t come at you showing his true self until you are so bound up that you cannot see a way out. These demons that I thought for so many years I controlled, that I invoked and called upon for power, would come to collect their price. And what a high price it is.

I started being tormented. I couldn’t sleep. I would have to take shots of liquor to fall asleep. I couldn’t quench my desires anymore. I was so depressed. I put a gun in my mouth many times. I was gone inside. They wanted me to take my life. To be forever theirs.

BUT GOD had other plans for me. Yes me! The prodigal. This is where it gets exciting!

Through all of this, Jesus never gave up on me! He leaves the 99 to go after the one and this time I was the one.

I had joined a class and there was a pastor there. I never told him who or what I was, but he would go out of his way to find me and simply say three simple words, “Jesus loves you”! This angered me. Every time he would say this I would curse at him, tell him to stop saying that. I would mock God to his face. Even after all of that, he still came up to me, smiled and said “Jesus said to tell you He still loves you”!

I could not fathom this! Why wasn’t this man getting mad at me for what I would say to him? How could Jesus love me? Why would He want to? I should burst into flames for all I’ve done and be sent straight to hell by Him. These were my thoughts.

Those words started to keep me up at night now. I would toss and turn in my bed. Getting mad trying to bed why this.

That pastor began inviting me to church, of course he got a mouth full from me, but he persisted.

Then, what turned into to be the last ritual I ever performed, the shaking began. I had set my altar, was in my ritual robe, knelt down in the center of a pentacle getting ready to begin. Before I could even speak the words I heard a voice say loudly, “why are you even praying to?” I feel back and looked around. No one. It shook me. It got my attention. It was in the moment that I felt as if something was falling from my eyes. Like skin. But nothing was there when I wiped them. It was like I had been in a haze. I looked up at that altar and just stared at it. Who was I even praying to? I blew the candles out, took off the robe and went to bed.

It came time for that church service the pastor kept inviting me to. I remember thinking I’ll go just to show him that nothing is gonna happen. I’ll go and show him and he will leave me alone. My intention? I went out of spite, or so I thought. What I didn’t realize is that a living Savior knew I would be there and He was waiting for ME!

I walked into the church and sat down. They went through the singing and the preaching began. Honestly, I wasn’t listening to any of it. I started having a conversation with God.

I asked God, “ how could you love me? Why would you even want to? I knew you. I knew of you. I grew up in church and I’ve heard ask the stories. I drug your name through the mud. I mocked and did blasphemous things in the name of Satan. I willingly bowed and gave myself to your arch enemy. Why would you love me? I don’t know how you could!”

It was at that moment I felt the warmest, most loving embrace of peace and love wrap around me. It felt like an all compassing hug. I had never felt anything like it before. It was pure love!

At that moment, the clutches the enemy had in me had to break. I felt the clutches of darkness release from inside me. They could not stand in Gods presence. My callous heart broke. I started to cry. Tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t cry for the longest time. It took all I had but I knew I needed to surrender. I got up and walked to the front. To fall at a different altar this time. The preacher knelt down and I told him “I’m a witch, and I don’t want this anymore!” I feel to my knees and gave my life to Christ!

That very day Jesus met me there at that altar. The tattered bruised broken lost prodigal that I was. Yet, He did love me! He loved me enough to come looking for me. He began that day to clean me up. He began breaking bondage And the yoke of Satan off of me. He began to heal the hurt areas of my life. He has restored my heart. He gave me LIFE where there was death. He rescued me from out of the belly of hell and set me free.

I gave up All my occult items and they were destroyed. It was so freeing to know it went up in flames. It was gone!

Where I was once craved darkness, NOW I crave Gods Word! These hands that once worked satanic rituals are now raised in praise and surrender to Jesus Christ! I tell my testimony any chance I get in book form, in churches, online and on the street. I want everyone to know the freedom that’s in Jesus and the love He has for each of us, no matter where we have been.

He has redeemed my life!

Galatians 2:20

I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.

Carrie Christian