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Deuteronomy 18:10-13
There shall not be found among you any one that maketh his son or his daughter to pass through the fire, or that useth divination, or an observer of times, or an enchanter, or a witch, Or a charmer, or a consulter with familiar spirits, or a wizard, or a necromancer. For all that do these things are an abomination unto the LORD: and because of these abominations the LORD thy God doth drive them out from before thee. Thou shalt be perfect with the LORD thy God.

The experiences I have had over the past 7 years have been amazing. These experiences have been both good and bad but through it all I grew and became the person I am today. I’m still a ‘work in progress’ and have so many more experiences to walk through. It was the awareness that I had about God that got me through what you are about to read. If it wasn’t for my faith I would have perished spiritually, and who knows maybe mentally too.
It’s funny but I feel as though Jesus was gently asking me to allow Him to be a part of my life for years but I never listened hard enough, nor did I pay Him much attention. He had to allow me to go through what I went through to get my full attention. He is such an amazing person… I want to introduce you to Him through my story.
My experience is unique but definitely not unusual. Many people get deeply involved in situations that are beyond their control, like I did, and have no earthly way to get out of it – that is where God and his almighty power comes in.
I want you to be warned about certain dangers. I hope you come away from this book more secure in the knowledge of what God can do in a person’s life – what He did in my life and what He can do in yours.
Feel free to search your heart and mind, your spirit and your beliefs as you read through my story.
Foreword
My wife and I have known Kylie for a number of years, beginning when she rang us in the middle of the night, desperate for answers to the torment she was enduring. It proved to be well worth being woken out of a sound sleep!
Her story, which is so honest, reveals the spiritual battle which, in some degree or other, affects every Human being on Planet Earth. This book will give hope and encouragement to many who are struggling with difficult spiritual and emotional issues.
Readers will enjoy this testimony of her experiences, especially those who need answers because they have dabbled in spiritual matters that are forbidden by God without realising their dangers.
Her fascinating and graphic account of her escape from demonic torment is a tribute to the love of God, our Creator and Heavenly Father, demonstrated by the death of His sinless Son Jesus on the Cross of Calvary, and of the Power of His Holy Spirit in bringing about His resurrection from the tomb.
Kylie is now a fervent Christian and my wife and I rejoice that we will have her as a beloved Eternal friend.
Paul Simpson – Paremata/Porirua City
This book is dedicated to Pani Kearns.
A dear friend who prayed for me
faithfully from the day we met.
Thank you for your prayers my dear friend.
One
The Beginning
In my late teens and early 20’s I had quite a few Christians cross my path. I liked what they had to say but I didn’t believe that it was for me. I never really considered becoming a Christian but believed that Jesus was real. As an example, there was the time when I was about 19. I had just changed bedrooms in the house and on the first night, my boyfriend and I both had an attack in our sleep and we couldn’t move or speak to ask each other for help. Out of my subconscious I said “In the name of Jesus I command you to be gone” and the attack stopped. We both woke up at the same time only to tell the same story. Over the years there were times where I would really seek some kind of spiritual fulfillment, something that might fill the void that I had in my life. I enjoyed reading the psalms on the very rare occasion but it rarely made sense to me. The only thing in the Bible that I could relate to was found in the book of Proverbs, “every heart knows it’s own joy but only it can know it’s own pain”. I found that every time I picked up a Bible I’d feel overwhelmed by the formal, old school language. I recall telling a good friend of mine that I had decided to read the Bible as though it was a novel. We were in a pub at the time and he looked at me as though I’d gone batty. But I’d always believed in Jesus. When I was 18-19 I was working with a great group of people at a large telecommunications company. Five out of the group were born again Christians and they were not shy in telling me about the Gospel – I still didn’t get it but was always full of questions, cynical questions but I was interested nonetheless.
One afternoon, my friend had leant me her walkman to listen to while I was working and there was Christian music playing. After about ten minutes of listening to the soothing, gentle music I felt a jolt on my right shoulder, like an electric shock. I knew that it was spiritual and believed that I had just been ‘touched by God’. I was so excited and immediately told my Christian workmates. They were all really excited for me and after work I even went to a Christian bookshop with a friend but as soon as we walked in the door I lost the excitement and said ‘lets go’. It’s amazing how quickly the enemy gets his foot in eh. Well, that was the start of a long walk for me. I believe that as that jolt touched my body, it was God’s seal upon me. I believe it was the Lord finally touching my life with his Holy Spirit. Enabling me to believe in him just a little bit more each time I needed to. He was ever so gentle to me throughout those years and I am really grateful to those Christians who were not shy to share about their faith and their love for the Lord. They were true witnesses to the love of God and put up with my endless questioning the whole time, without getting too frustrated with me.
For a long time I had been silently crying out for Him. For a spiritual fulfillment and for a feeling of something more than what I had in my life - something of Heaven. All along, without knowing it I was calling out for my Father… My Father who art in heaven… hallowed be His name….and His kingdom did come, His will was done, on earth as it was in heaven –
For my life that is...
Two
The Invitation
A friend from work, Josie, was a wonderful Evangelist and always asked me to her church. After many weeks of putting her off, I finally went. It was awesome! That night there was a concert and the music was loud and wonderful and the singing was simply amazing. I had a great night. I never knew that church could be so much fun, filled with so many talented people! At the end of the night, the Pastor gave an altar call, asking if anyone wanted to become a Christian. My heart started thumping, my palms sweating. I could feel the love and presence of what I could only presume was Jesus. I knew that I had to go to the altar and say the sinners prayer, give my heart to Jesus and that my life would improve from then on. I invited Jesus Christ into my heart to be my Lord and Savior. It was 1999 and I was 21 years old.
Then I went to the pub to feed my gambling addiction.
Sad but true, I had just made the most important decision of my whole life and I went straight back to my old ways. No, I didn’t really realise what a huge decision I had just made, but nonetheless, I went back to my old life without even hesitating. The previous few years had been hard for me because of relationship issues, my finances were messy and I had a vicious gambling addiction. I was suffering from depression because of the emotional damage of some things from my past. I was smoking too much and my self worth and self esteem was nil. In
the first few months of my conversion I tried to pray, tried to find that spirituality I so desired but to no avail.
Three
The New Age
Shortly after giving my heart to Jesus, I started to move away from the Christian message and more into the New Age Philosophy – wrongly believing that I was my own god, made my own destiny and that once I died, I would just live another life again. My flatmate had just visited a psychic and she brought home a lovely little crystal from her visit which was wrapped in a velvet bag. I thought it was sweet so decided to go to see her psychic.
I had no idea that I was looking in the wrong places to fulfill my spiritual hunger– dangerous places. Although I had already asked Jesus into my heart and life it seemed that the more I delved into the New Age, the less I was told about Jesus. I didn’t understand that part of it because I was under the impression that the New Age philosophy and visiting psychic’s were all a part of Christianity – I had absolutely no idea that I was on a very dangerous road.
I believed that a psychic had a hotline to God and could foresee my future. I visited about 4 in total but they were all vague about my future. They said things that were interesting but it just didn’t fit who I was and I couldn’t imagine the future they were describing. Not one of them said that my future was going to be bad but none of them gave me the sense of purpose that I was looking for. In saying that, some of the things they said were valid and encouraging. One psychic in particular had a real knack
for pointing out my strengths and gave me hope. She said that I had real potential and that I will be a great psychic if I wanted to develop that gift. I told her that I’d love to try. She started by introducing me to two of my ‘spirit guides’ and gave me their names, complete with where they lived in their past lives etc. It was fascinating and I felt comforted to know that I was ‘being looked after’ by two male ‘spirit guides’. She also offered me a cassette tape which had ‘subliminal messages’ built into the soothing, calming music. I thought this was great and I left feeling very happy. She told me that the ‘spirit guides’ wanted me to go straight to a bookshop and buy a journal so that I could write down what they told me about the secrets of the universe every night when I spent time with them.
During this time I had started to write poetry. I found this really fulfilling. I hadn’t realised that I had a gift for poetry until this time. I wonder if this gift was given to me at conversion. I kept a journal for poetry that expressed the way I was feeling, the questions I had about what I was going through and many poems about who I was to become and where I was heading in life.
During the time of my meditating and visiting psychics, I didn’t hear anything about Jesus. It was all about the New Age and things that made me feel good. I was out with friends every weekend while my parents looked after my daughter. I was gambling every spare cent. I would get paid, buy nappies, smokes and petrol and the rest would go into the pokie machines. It was great when I won hundreds of dollars but inevitably most of it went right back where it came from – minus a few nice toys and outfits for my baby.
I believed that I was finding happiness and I was enjoying things in my life. I felt as though I had my ‘spiritual walk’ underway. I had finally moved out of my parent’s house and I felt like I was accomplishing some good things in my life. The new house where I stayed was a bit scary though as the house seemed to have come complete with a stalker who would bang on the pipes and empty out the contents of the outdoor rubbish bin on our back doorsteps. We called the Police but they didn’t catch the culprit. After about 2 months or so of this happening and out of concern for my daughter’s safety, I advised my flatmate that I was moving out. I knew that it wasn’t a very nice thing for me to do – to leave her all alone in a house that made us both feel unsafe but I had to put my daughter first so moved back into my parent’s house.
Four
Amazing Grace
One sweet memory I do have during this time was with my daughter. It happened not long after moving back to my parent’s home. She was just a baby in my arms at the time. She was just falling asleep. It was dusk and we were in my parents lounge on a rocking chair. As far as I can remember, no one was home. We had the house to ourselves. I was looking down at my daughter, falling in love all over again and all of a sudden I started singing “Amazing Grace”. During the second line of the song, I had a strong sense that Jesus was standing behind us, listening to me sing. I felt that He was just loving us. He seemed to be enjoying the moment along with us. Since that precious time, “Amazing Grace” has played a significant part in our life. Whenever my daughter falls over or is really sad, I sing that song to her and by the second or third line, I feel a tangible warmth flow over us and she will settle. It still works to this day. This was my first special moment with Jesus.
Five
The Damage is Done
By this time, I was listening to my meditation/subliminal tape 2-3 times a day and had added Native American chant tapes to my arsenal of ‘mind altering’ meditation music. By this time, I’d totally opened myself up to the two ‘spirit guides’ that I had allowed into my life and had also invited in more. There was one spirit that had asked me to allow it into my life who kept me cleaning. It was the weirdest thing but I HAD to clean and keep my parent’s house absolutely spotless. My parents were loving it and I was feeling very spiritual that it was a ‘spirit guide’ helping me better myself.
The ‘spirit guides’ were prompting me to write in my journal every night and the stuff I was writing seemed so profound at the time I’d sit there writing this stuff down, totally fascinated! These spiritual beings were enhancing my life, or so I thought, and teaching me the secrets of the universe.
I felt so free and ‘spiritually mature’ that I didn’t really notice that I was changing in a negative way. One day, in the middle of the week I had the desire to drink beer, so I went down to the supermarket and brought some. I started to drink it and offered some to my dad but he said no. I did this again a few times after that and thought nothing of having a beer during the week. Now, this may be normal for some people, but for me, it was very unusual.
When someone asked how I was, I’d be quick to tell them all about the joys of visiting psychics and meditating upon subliminal tapes – I even think I copied those tapes and gave people copies. I didn’t find out until later but my Christian friends were very concerned for me during this time.
After a few weeks, my flatmate had enough of the flat I had left so we asked my parents if she could live in the vacant room downstairs, to which they agreed. She was my close friend at the time and was there at the time of my daughter’s birth. I’m not sure I’d have survived the first 2 years of motherhood without her. She had a very strong maternal instinct and absolutely adored my baby. She became the person who looked after her while I went to work for a few months and my closest confidant. She knew absolutely everything about me and I trusted her.
One night at my parent’s house, she came into my bedroom upstairs and we were having a nice time, talking about things and enjoying general chit chat when all of a sudden I began to feel very weird. The only way I could describe it was that I was taking the backseat in my mind. I felt very pushed aside as the ‘spirit guides’ took control. They told my flatmate that they had a visitor for her, someone who she had known but had died years earlier. This person was a very close friend of my flatmate and she started to cry. The ‘spirit guide’ and my flatmate spoke for about 30 minutes, all the while I was just letting it all happen, feeling very spiritually mature and important that I’d been used to bring a word from the other side.
After this, my flatmate left my room and I went to bed. I closed my eyes and asked that the voices and spirits leave me. I still felt as though I was being controlled by something from the spirit world and was tired. I’d had enough and wanted it all to stop so I could go to sleep because I had to work in the morning. It didn’t stop. It got worse. The very noticeable voices in my head were not stopping and I froze when I felt hands moving over my body, not one pair of hands, but many. This was becoming very scary and I felt very out of control. I told these things to stop but it only got worse. My skin started moving as though someone was rubbing their hands along my back, legs and other, more personal parts of my body. This was freaky and I was very quickly being filled with a terrifying feeling that I had just done something very dangerous. Something extremely stupid. This may sound funny, but I was so terrified that I jumped into bed with my parents – at the age of 22 to find comfort because I was so scared. I didn’t sleep a wink that whole night and when I got up to go to work, the feeling of fear was beginning to get stronger. I had a strong feeling as I lay there, that I would never be the same again. It was Thursday, I was 22 and the year was 2000.
During work on Thursday I was telling my Christian friend everything. I told her all about what had happened the night before and she was worried for me. Not only did I feel terrifying fear, I also looked scared. My eyes were wide and fearful looking and I couldn’t sit still because the spirits that I’d opened my body up to were harassing me. It sound’s like something out of a horror movie but it was very, very real. She was worried for me and told me to pray, and that she would pray for me. I didn’t really know how to pray so I decided to phone the psychic that had given me the meditation/subliminal tape. Once I told her
what had happened she sounded perplexed and told me to tell those spirits harassing me to go towards the light. Other than that, she was no help and didn’t sound concerned about the damage she’d caused me at all. I have never spoken to her again.
Six
The Fear
That day after work, I didn’t want to be alone due to the fear I was feeling so I left my baby at my parent’s house and went to visit my boyfriend. I told him what had happened and he looked confused. He didn’t get it but he tried to understand. I told him about how my tummy moved when I placed my hands on it – like something out of the movie Aliens. He suggested I have a bath to relax because he could see how tense and afraid I was. The bath lasted 2 minutes because the towel fell from the towel rack for no reason and I thought that something unseen had moved it.
The first night after those things had taken control of my body was spent at my boyfriend’s house. He became my support during this time. He was so kind and considerate, caring and concerned. I stayed at his house with my daughter and tried to sleep. I think I averaged about 2 hours sleep that following week. I smoked a lot and didn’t eat a thing. I was living on fear and had no idea what to do to stop it. He had to leave at 1am to work his night shift job so I asked my brother to get out of bed and come over to look after me. He was so sweet about it and dutifully came to stay with me – we watched silly talk shows and he tried to make me laugh but it just wasn’t going to happen. I was too scared to be happy but I am so grateful to him for that night. He was such a warrior in my eyes, protecting me from the hidden, unseen dangers I’d opened my life up to.
On the second day, both my father and my boyfriend had a thought planted into their mind to visit a church. My father hadn’t yet acted upon that thought but my boyfriend did. He visited a church close to his work and told them what was happening. They were really concerned for me and told him that they would come around to pray for me that evening.
Seven
Sweet Submission
During that day, a good friend who had been told what was going on prayed with me and told me that I had to submit myself to Jesus. She also told me not to be alone until I felt stronger. After we had prayed together, I went outside on the lawn. It was a beautiful day and I sat down, cross legged. My hair was really long at the time and I vividly remember the heat of the summer sun beating down on me, my hair flowing over my face. It was a nice feeling and I felt peaceful for a moment. I clasped my hands together and over and over again said “I submit myself to you Jesus”. It was a life defining moment which I will never, ever forget.
Keep in mind that apart from giving my heart to Jesus a year before, I didn’t know much about demons and angels, and had no idea what was going on – I was soon to learn exactly what I had done but had to go through some terrifying days and nights first.
From there things started to become clearer. The magnitude of the mess I was in was starting to dawn on me, but a new hope was growing. I was beginning to hope that maybe Jesus who I had just submitted myself fully to (and sincerely meaning every word) would help me. That night, the Christian people from the Church my boyfriend had visited came over. I was still under the impression that I had picked up a ‘spirit’ that was once a person who wouldn’t leave because it still had issues. I had no idea that I had opened my life up to many, many demons and they were on
a mission to ruin me and get me to forfeit the commitment I’d made to Jesus a year before. The Christian ministers informed me of this fact and funnily enough it made sense. It was a relief to think that if all of this was demonic then maybe, just maybe these people could help me so that I could be happy again and not scared. They prayed for me and told these demons to leave but for some reason, these demons just manifested and caused me to screech like an angry witch and make grotesque faces at everyone in the room. It was quite embarrassing – not that I had any right to that emotion!
My dear father sat through about 20 minutes of this but could take no more. He had to leave the room and I heard later that he was crying. My father was my hero and could help me out of any mess I got myself into up until now. It scared him and made him feel helpless that he couldn’t help me this time – this time it was only my Heavenly Father who could help. It hurt me to see my dad so concerned and scared but I had absolutely no control over what was happening. I’d given my control over to these horrific demons and they were taking full advantage of it.
After about 2 hours of trying to get these demons out of me, the ministers were pretty tired and said that there was nothing more they could do. They left, promising that they would pray for me and to this day I am very grateful for them. The best thing they did was leave me a card with the name of a local minister Paul Simpson. Little did Paul know that I would soon be introducing myself to him – at 1am the next morning.
That night, my boyfriend had the scariest nightmare he’d ever had. He dreamt that he was being dragged through the hallways
of hell by a bat-like demon. He woke up sweating and just as scared as me. This was becoming all too real for him and he wasn’t sure he liked what he was experiencing. Nonetheless, he stayed with me through it all and gave his heart to Jesus not long after.
I now knew that what I was fighting against was evil. I was a fast learner. I had to be. The third morning was a Saturday and my workmate, out of concern for the change she’d seen in me, had arranged that I meet with her Pastor. I had to be at his house at 8.30am but was out of my house by 7am. I hadn’t slept much at all the night before, maybe I’d been blessed with 20-30 minutes of deep sleep just before dawn. I drove around a bit, trying to waste time before 8.30. I brought a newspaper hoping that would take my interest but to no avail. I couldn’t contain my impatience and knocked on their door at 7.45am, getting them out of bed. They were very gracious and once the grogginess of sleep left them were lovely. They must have prayed for me the night before I got there because, even though I have no recollection of them helping me with the demons, from that day I had an intense desire to read the Bible, and to top it off – I could understand it! It was a miracle. From that day on, I consumed the Word of God and couldn’t get enough of it!
That night and the next were much the same. I could sense and feel demonic activity everywhere. I could see shadows when my eyes were opened and also when they were closed. I must have opened myself up to hundreds of them! During this time I had a very scary experience. My boyfriend had reluctantly gone to work at 1am. He’d just finished having 2 days off and was looking after me with loving concern, being the strong angel I needed at the
time. I heard his car leave and sat there, trying to focus on the TV and not think of anything that could happen to me. I then sat up in total fear as I heard three very loud knocks on the window behind me. This was too much for me! I was scared out of my wits and knew that what had banged on the window was not of human origin – it was one o’clock in the morning! As my boyfriend was living with his mother at the time, I was comforted to know that I wasn’t totally alone in the house but she was fast asleep and didn’t really understand what was happening to me. She was protected from it, which was great for her, but I didn’t know what to do… I prayed. I asked God to help me. It was then that I had the thought to grab the card of Paul Simpson and phone him. I usually wouldn’t think of ringing anyone at this time of the night but I didn’t know what else to do. So I phoned him. I introduced myself, told him that I was really sorry for phoning him and waking him up and to my surprise he said it was OK. Paul was just amazing. He listened to me. Really listened and all the time, made sympathetic noises as though to say that he understood exactly what I was going through. This was so encouraging and I was starting to feel hope that maybe there was someone out there that could help with what I’d done to myself. At the end of our 10 minute conversation, Paul asked if he could pray for me. Of course, I said and sat in respectful silence as he prayed the most authoritive yet gentle prayer I’d ever heard… mind you I didn’t have much experience in this area. He spoke of ‘binding’ the demons that were harassing me and ‘loosing’ angels from Heaven to protect me. He also prayed that the Lord would help me get some sleep, as I had mentioned that I hadn’t slept for a few days. It all sounded very spiritual but it made me feel safe. I sat there, clinging to the phone very grateful that this man, this total stranger had been kind enough to care and pray for this
messed up girl at one thirty in the morning! Miraculously, about 10 minutes after I’d hung up the phone, I slept deeply until the morning. God must have known that I’d need the sleep for the hard nights to come. This all happened in the early hours of Sunday morning – coincidence? I don’t think so.
Eight
Paul & Alison Simpson
Paul had told me to phone him back during the day and when I phoned him and told him that had fallen asleep straight away the night before, he was very happy for me and thanked the Lord. He then asked if I would like to visit him and his wife Alison the next day after 1pm as she worked until then. I said that I definitely wanted that and told my boyfriend. He was really happy for me because this was all just freaking him out and he was so worried about me when he left me alone at night that he was exhausted. That night, when he’d left for work was to be one of the scariest out of that whole week. I was lying there, very tired. It was all catching up on me and I’d been living on cigarettes and hot tea for 4 days. I needed some sleep and was so tired. I was nearly asleep when I began to smell sulphur. This smell was something I’d never smelt before but I instinctively knew that it was evil. I could feel that there was a demon standing beside me but I was so desperate for sleep I decided to close my eyes and block it out – determined to sleep. While I was asleep, that demon had left my side and climbed on top of me. When I woke up, I could smell it inches from my face and I could feel the pressure upon my whole body. I could not move… I was terrified but remembered that when I was 19, I’d told something to “go in Jesus name” and it went, so even though I couldn’t actually speak from fear I mentally said “In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to be gone” and it left… it was the most graphic experience of the power of the name of Jesus I had ever had. The smell had left along with the cold atmosphere it had brought with it. I was
scared and promised myself to get to Paul’s house the next day. For some reason, I knew that he would help me.
Help me he did. I sat there in their beautiful sunny lounge and told them what I had done. They UNDERSTOOD! They were the first people I had met who were actually calmly sitting there, listening to my story – watching me with concern and understanding. By this time I was looking like a person strung out on too much caffeine and far too many cigarettes. They knew exactly what I was going through and began to tell me their story. They had gone through much the same thing, only scarier.
They spent the rest of the afternoon telling me all about the weapons that were available to me. They told me that the name of Jesus Christ was more powerful in the spiritual realm than anything. They said that if I used the Blood of Jesus by verbally saying “I plead the blood of Jesus over…” that thing will automatically be protected by the spiritual power of Jesus Christ. They also taught me how to pray and ask Jesus to assign legions of heavenly angels to protect me, my daughter, boyfriend and family. They told me that the demons harassing me needed to be ‘delivered’ and cast out of me and that could happen by prayer and asking Jesus to forgive me for opening myself up to these things. They also told me that demons hate the name of Jesus and when I talked about the blood of Jesus, the demons would be in pain. This was all really interesting to me and God had opened the eyes of my spirit to hear it, understand it and soak it up. I was loving every moment with these wonderful, understanding people. They prayed for me and taught me how to pray properly, asking God to forgive me for the many different things that I had partaken in while I was under the influence of the New Age philosophy.
Paul explained to me that there was no way a person can come back to talk to us once they had died, whether it be through channeling, through a psychic or if they ‘spoke’ directly to us. He told me that once a person has passed away, their fate rested on whether they knew Jesus as their Lord. If they did they would go to Heaven. If they had never known Jesus, they would go to hell. There was no alternative. He also explained to me that what I had done was (unknowingly of course) invite demons into my life to harass me and that was why I was going through such a fearful experience. He told me that there are no such things as spirit guides or dead people assigned to guide me through life, they were in actual fact demons! The only one who has the knowledge to help me through my life is Jesus, who does assign angels to help and protect me. I realised that I had opened my spirit, mind and physical body to many supernatural beings by meditating and channeling and had opened up a door for them to enter into my life and make my existence a misery. Paul continued to explain that opening up doors to supernatural things was very dangerous both mentally and spiritually but with the guidance and power of the Lord, I would get through my experience. I realised that we are only here for one lifetime, and never can we come back. The reality set in that after our life here on earth is done, it is either Heaven or hell for us, for all eternity and that I could only go to Heaven by knowing Jesus! What a revelation this was to me. The Simpson’s helped me realise what I’d done – and exposed my sin as sin. One of the most important things Paul said when I was leaving was “God has big plans for you. You have a very big future in Him and He is going to use you to help many other people”. Those words touched me to my very inner most being. No one had EVER said anything so encouraging to me! Me, touch peoples lives and help them? No one had ever seen that
kind of potential in me and I soaked up his words like someone who hadn’t had water for many years… words of encouragement – more precious than gold. God used much wisdom in imparting those words to his precious servant Paul because it instilled hope in me that I will come out of this mess a stronger person. I was beginning to love this beautiful couple with a godly love and I thanked God for them. They explained to me that once I was baptised - the old me would be made new. That sounded perfect, so I decided that I’d get baptised the very next Sunday at their church – Sunday couldn’t come soon enough as far as I was concerned. I left there much happier – still extremely scared but at least I had some weapons to use!!
That day I had a chat with Jesus in my own immature way and asked him to watch over and care for my daughter, who was two, during this time. I didn’t feel emotionally able to do this adequately and I believe he answered this prayer because she wasn’t affected by any of the scary manifestations, nor was she unsettled at the change in her Mother, which she surely must have sensed. Not long after, I had a very vivid dream that she was being looked after by Jesus. This was the first thing I’d ever trusted Jesus with. And the most precious.
The days before my Baptism were hard. I still had to go to work part time and I hadn’t slept much. The day I’d met up with Paul and Alison was a Monday. I had been on this scary roller coaster for only four days but it felt like I had been like this forever. I had a feeling that it wasn’t going to go away overnight either. I had done too much damage for this to be a quick fix and looking back I am glad there wasn’t an easy way out because I wouldn’t have learnt all that I did. He knew that I had to learn how to fight and
fight I did. Many a night and day was spent following my meeting with Paul that I’d have to fight demons. Which at the best of times, is never a nice experience…
One blessing in the midst of this horrible curse-like existence happened during the week before my baptism was to take place. I vividly remember standing in the doorway of my boyfriend’s bedroom and the strong thought came to me “why don’t I go and play pokies to help me forget about all of this”. It was mid-afternoon but when I considered this, all I could think of were the demons that stood over my shoulder at the pub while I was playing pokies, encouraging me to gamble and that thought caused me to say NO. I only had to say no once and I never again played pokies or bet on the horses. I was instantly delivered of 5 years of being addicted to gambling! I have always been grateful to the Lord for this gift. He didn’t have to deliver me of gambling but I will always be thankful that he did. The only gambling I have partaken in since then was to buy the odd lotto ticket. This didn’t last long either. One day the Lord had me think to myself, “if I don’t win lotto tonight I will never again buy a lotto ticket”. I didn’t win that night and have never brought another lotto ticket. God is powerful to deliver.
Nine
My New Start
I was getting pretty excited about my baptism which was only a few days away and was spending these long sleepless, fearful nights (the fear was there for a full year) reading the Bible, with the television as my company. Smoking a lot and drinking a lot of tea. My boyfriend was my hero during this time. I now believe that he was used by the Lord to help and protect me. I couldn’t have done it without him.
On the day of my baptism, I got out of bed – not having slept much even though the amount of sleep I was getting was improving – feeling pretty excited. I had never stepped foot in that church so my first introduction to what was to become my foundational Christian home and family was by being baptized by my new friend and Pastor, Paul Simpson in the church baptismal pool. It was an awesome time and there was a whole room full of total strangers enjoying the moment, happy for me! The band sang “Amazing Grace” and all of them sang along with the band – it was so beautiful I cried.
The Lord gave some of the people in the congregation encouraging words about my future which I held onto in my heart like precious silver. This was a long way from sitting in the sun-room of that psychic lady all those months ago inviting spirit guides (demons!) into my life – this day I was making an outward commitment of the inward change that was occurring in my life. I was giving my life over to God now and forever more. I was so
happy that day and felt a beautiful peace and new knowledge of God that has never left me. It has in fact, intensified as the years have progressed.
I believe that on that day that God gave me a beautiful gift of worship. From that day on, I loved to sing spiritual songs. From the 27th February 2000 (my baptism day) I was able to sing better than I had ever sung before. He put in me a hunger to sing His songs. Songs that I had learnt at church were always on my heart. Thank God for a group called Hillsongs – they helped me through a lot of scary times. Praise brought power into my spiritual fight. Demons hate it when we sing songs to God because it heralds in His presence. I even sang in my sleep. I once heard an angel sing to me in my sleep and it was the most pure, clear sound I have ever heard and perhaps will ever hear until I get to heaven.
Also, during this time I would often have a beautiful vision of a guard of angels standing over me just as I was about to fall asleep. Occasionally the Lord would allow me to ‘see’ with my spiritual eyes an angel posted at every door (the physical and the spiritual doors that were still open in my life). I frequently ‘saw’ about 6-8 angels standing over my bed with swords of protection locked together, complete with the light of Christ shining down upon me… It was pretty special and I constantly felt the presence of the Lord’s protection upon me.
This all happened towards the end of February. I wasn’t strong enough to be alone yet so every morning before the house would empty, I would load my daughter into her car seat, put the pram in my boot and drive. Anywhere. I would go into the city – the lifts
were the scariest, oh, and toilets – boy did the demons have a ball with me then! Slamming doors and making the lifts stop mid floor. Very scary stuff. I still had a demon (or many, I’m still unsure) that fed the fear in me. This intense fear, as I mentioned earlier, went on for a year. It took a 33 day fast to break the power of that terror.
Ten
The Angel
Once, during March on a beautiful Saturday afternoon my daughter and my boyfriend were in the bedroom. She was in her cot having a sleep and he was watching TV. I was outside, reading my Bible, praying to God that this fear leave me and that it would all be over soon. After about 30 minutes, I went to go back inside. The door slammed shut just before I got there and it scared me. The door was locked. I lay my head on the door and simply said “Jesus, please help me”. I was getting to know him by this time – slowly but surely beginning to trust in Him. I had the thought to go around to the other door because my knocking wasn’t getting me anywhere. My precious daughter was in there! I went to the other door which was constructed of mottled glass and knocked. This door was locked too which was unusual. As I knocked for the second time, my boyfriend approached the door, wearing his white shorts and tee shirt and unlocked the door. The lock was always hard to deactivate and required two hands and a lot of effort, but this time the door unlocked and opened effortlessly. I went to say thank you to my boyfriend for opening the door and was about to ask him why he had locked both doors, but to my total amazement there was no one there! I looked around but whoever had opened the door for me had gone… in a split second! I ran to the bedroom to find my boyfriend and baby both in a deep sleep. He hadn’t opened the door for me at all. I now believe that the door was opened by an angel, wearing his white robe of righteousness. It was the first and only time I have
been allowed by God to see the supernatural in a tangible way, even though I have sensed these things many times since.
Eleven
Gaining Strength
Jesus knew that I had to gain strength in being alone so he arranged for me to get a full time job. I had always promised myself that when my daughter turned two (5th April 2000) I would get full time work. I started working on the 8th April, just after Easter and the job was at a reception desk where I would have to spend time with no one around me. The Lord slowly let me be alone, it was scary but he’d let me be by myself for maybe 20 minutes then someone would come and chat to me or ask me to do some work for them. It worked well and after a few months, I was more confident in being alone. I thank him for the way he integrated this basic confidence back into my life. As I mentioned earlier, the fear remained for a year but the Lord helped me along the way with little things like this. He also gave me the ability to walk in integrity in many things. I was so sensitive to the words that people spoke around me and it was then that he showed me the gift of encouragement he had given me. That was why it was hard for me to hear or partake in gossip or swearing, anything negative to do with the spoken word. I wasn’t judging the people around me; it was just difficult for me to listen to. It was like pollution to my ears. My conscience had been zapped and I was like a new person. People knew not to talk about other people when I was in the room. I am sure they found it hard but I was in that job for 5 years and on the night of my farewell drinks, I found out that mostly everyone there had come to care about me and even respect me for my values. That meant a lot to me. During the first year with Jesus, he had me do a lot of reading and
spending time in his Word. He introduced me to many wonderful Christian people who are still my friends today. I learnt a lot from them. I am grateful for all that they taught me and pray that the Lord will bless them.
I read a lot of encouraging books, I know now that this was the process of ‘the renewal of my mind’. Growing up I had a really low opinion of myself and was always surprised when people liked me. I had a lot of friends but never actually felt confident like they seemed to be. The Lord spent a good 2-3 years renewing my mind and of course He hasn’t finished with me yet!
In 2004 I had the idea to publish all of my Christian poetry. It was a great experience and the Lord led me through it. He educated me on how to get a book published and how to go about selling them. I only ever printed 20 of these precious books and the very first copy was an 80 page hard cover, full colour A4 sized book.
I had always wanted to be an author and since becoming a Christian have changed my goal to being AN INTERNATIONAL BEST SELLING CHRISTIAN AUTHOR. God knows our dreams and inner desires.
The years from 2000 – 2005 were growth years. Years where I found out who I really was. My old perception of my identity had to go and Jesus showed me my true identity. I am a very important person who was created for a purpose. God’s purpose. I learnt a lot about deliverance from demons, the power of deception and how dangerous it was to delve into things that I knew nothing about. I now know that I have authority over the things of the devil in Jesus name.
I have become a guitar teacher so I wrote a book teaching how to play the guitar, then I wrote a book called “God’s precious Children” which is a children’s Bible study. Following closely was a journal called “Faith Beginnings”.
I am half way through a Diploma in Life Coaching, have gained a certificate in Journalism and as mentioned, teach the guitar. I also love singing songs of the Lord. I am happy and continue to learn about the things of God and all that comes with being his Child.
Because of the demonic activity I have witnessed, I am passionate about setting people free and love nothing more than to lead people in praying the sinners prayer like I did all those years ago.
Even though these pages talk about demons, terror and sleepless nights, threaded all through this story is the love of a very amazing person. His name is Jesus Christ. I have been a real Christian since the day I sat in the sun on the lawn, submitting myself to Jesus. It was the defining moment in my life. I have come to know Him very well but of course am always asking Him to show me more of who He is. I have had some beautiful encounters with Him. Like the time He took smoking from me (yay), and the time He told me that I was like a basket of fruit, full of good things to share with other people. He has told me that I am a teacher, a description that fits well with me as I like nothing more than to teach people what I have learnt. I have a special softness with children, probably because my own daughter is such an amazing person.
Although I honour my boyfriend for staying by my side for this very scary journey and pray God’s blessing upon him, we didn’t make it as a couple and we broke up in 2005. We are still great friends to this day. I am single now but am enjoying the way the Lord is establishing me. He is putting my life in order and I love Him for it.
Jesus said to me one day during our first year together “I want you to fall in love with Me” and I am falling in love with Him deeper and deeper every day.
Twelve
This is me...
So, here I am. No smoking, no sex until I am married, no drinking, no gambling, no swearing, no drugs. I no longer have bitterness, rage filled anger, depression, a low self image, hatred or resentment… none of these things remain in me. In its place are love, peace, joy, patience, kindness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control and goodness. What I feel inside is more precious than all of the wonderful things God has done for me materially. The inner strength, constant joy and unwavering love He gives me is more precious than gold. It feels like liquid honey – and it is sweet!
What else is there to do you may ask? I still love to go out with my friends and I have a fun social life but the things that are most precious to me are God things. There was the time when I led a good friend to Jesus who had just tried to take her own life. Then there was the time I held my other good friends hand while she gave her heart to Jesus. Not long after that she nearly died but because of her knowledge of Jesus, her life was restored. She is now serving powerfully for the Lord. There are times when I pray for people needing God’s protection…oh and there’s the time I spend playing my guitar, singing and laughing at the total joy I feel in my life. More recently, the time when my good friend gave her heart to Jesus and an hour later her 8 year old daughter asked “How can I become a Christian too”?
I am 31 now and it is 2007. Most people just don’t understand why I love Jesus so much but then again, most people haven’t smelt the sulphuric stench of a demon looming over them while they try to get some precious sleep… most people haven’t opened up their mind and soul to things that can actually make their skin move. Most people haven’t lived with pure terror for a whole year. I thank God that most people haven’t been through these things. I wouldn’t wish these things on anybody…
Thirteen
The Thread - Jesus
What I do pray as you read through this is that you get to know the ‘thread’ that held this whole story together. The ‘thread’ that holds your life together. The ‘thread’ that holds my life together and the lives of those who are fighting so hard to prove that He doesn’t exist. The ‘thread’ has a name and He is very real, very loving, very powerful and very close to you even now, His name is Jesus. If you can imagine that there is a door in front of you… can you hear that gentle, patient knocking? That is the King of the Universe. He is quietly knocking at the door of your heart, waiting, hoping, interceding for you to get to know Him, to ask Him into your life.
Jesus loves you with an intense passion. He died on a cross – for you. So that you can know Him - Eternally. The cross is very real. He did die on it. He did get taken off of it to be put in a cold tomb BUT he was raised from death by the power of God 3 days later so that you and I wouldn’t have to experience eternal death. Hell is real. Heaven is real. I know it may sound far fetched but if you were to die tomorrow without asking Jesus into your life, you won’t even have a chance to get to know Him or to walk on the gold streets of His home. There is only one major rule in the universe – one eternal rule that no one can change and that rule is “No one goes to the Father or to Heaven unless they go through Jesus”. You can walk through the door of any church but unless you walk through the door that Jesus’ death provided, you will never get to Heaven – never get to live with Jesus. There is a
mansion in Heaven with your name on it. It would be sad for it to be empty for all eternity simply because you didn’t heed these words. The alternative is unthinkable and I don’t want that to happen to anyone reading these words.
Some people think that they can wait until their latter years before asking Jesus to be a part of their lives, fearing that they may miss out on all of the fun the world has to offer. But is it fun, really? Hangovers, debt, break ups, unfaithfulness, depression, hopelessness, fantasy that may never come true. What these people don’t realise is that by knowing Him during the living years, rather than at the lip of Eternity – they can have deep and awesome contentment and fulfillment, fun, hope, peace, laughter – a purpose! You are born for a reason, you may think you were a mistake but that just isn’t true. You are pre-ordered by a very clever God. He created your nose, mouth, eyes, your beautiful smile and gave you the ability to laugh.
Fourteen
The Big Question
If you are struggling in any area of your life (and who isn’t?) His nature and His hearts cry is to want to help you. For a lot of us, our perception of Him is messed up. Many of us have been brought up with the thought that He is an angry God who lives so far away that He couldn’t possibly understand what we are going through but this is far from the truth. He carried me through this whole story. He knows exactly what you are going through, moment by moment – right now, as you read these words, He is closer to you than your next breath and HE LOVES YOU. He wants the best for you and is your greatest encourager – He knitted you together in your mothers womb – you are fearfully and wonderfully made… and because He created you, He has the instruction manual on how best to help you.
HE WILL NEVER STOP LOVING YOU. How is that for a self esteem boost! If you are wondering just what may happen if you took a leap of faith and asked for His help, take the chance.
What have you got to lose?
This is the prayer that changed my life...for eternity.
Heavenly Father,
I come to You in the Name of Jesus. Your Word says, "Whoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved". I am calling on You. I confess that I have sinned and ask you to forgive me of my sins, I am sorry and want a new start. I pray and ask Jesus to come into my heart and be Lord over my life according to Romans 10:9-10. "If thou shall confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shall believe in your heart that God has raised him from the dead, thou shall be saved." I do that now. I confess that Jesus is Lord, and I believe in my heart that God raised Him from the dead.
I pray this in Jesus Christ name and accept your salvation Heavenly Father.
AMEN!
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...giving your heart to Jesus.
Kylie Welch 2007

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