Prior to 2011, I was an atheist. I didn’t believe in God, spirits or ghosts. I thought these were for those who were weak and I called Christians “crazy Christians”. I only believed in myself, in working hard for good success.
In 2011, things changed suddenly. I drank vegetable smoothie daily as it was purportedly good for health. After a few months, again quite suddenly, I was internally “summoned” to head over to the vegetable smoothie supplier’s home, where her drinks were prepared, completely forgetting to pick up my then-partner.
The curse or spell lasted 49 days times 3. In this period of time, my vision was perpetually blurred as if I was looking through the bottom of a glass cup and it was always dark even when the sun was shining. When I looked into the mirror, my face was unclear. I heard and saw spirits that appeared to be watching me closely. My judgment was impaired, and I had to imbibe the same smoothie daily. I gave her money on demand, was forced to sell my property and told to donate the proceeds to an organisation. Once, a colleague held me by the shoulders and asked, “Who are you? Where is Ian? You are not Ian!”
One day, I saw my soul across the road, looking at me sadly, about to cry. Desperate, I looked up to the sky and cried out, “God, help!” That very night, when it was past midnight, there was an unexpected long break when I wasn’t watched by spirits. I fled the supplier’s house and drove to my parents’ place. It was late and not wanting to disturb, I parked at the carpark across the road. I was in great fear and did not know where to go.
Then I remembered that a friend lived in that block. When I called him, he happened to be sitting in the same carpark. He answered the call immediately and as he came over to me, I saw that he was overshadowed by a huge ball of white light. I later learned that he was listening to a sermon when he received my call. I stayed over at his place, where he played sermons throughout the night and prayed over me.
My recovery began with the consistent support of my family and friends. It had taken years to begin to understand and accept what had happened, and to retrieve lost memories and even my personal preferences. Ten years later, I stand with a deeper appreciation of how great and passionately compassionate our Lord Jesus is. May His grace be the beacon of light for those who wish to break free.