I had mental problems since I was a little girl. It started when I realized I was clairvoyant — I could see what was going to happen; I knew facts, people, places. Somebody was revealing things of the past and the future to me. It always scared me because I had no control over these situations, and they were increasing more and more every day.
My family took me to a psychologist, but nothing could be done. I was so upset with the doctor that once, when I was nine years old, I moved a pencil holder that was on his desk — with my mind. The poor doctor freaked out; he just didn’t know what to think or do. He was amazed by my answers because he realized I knew a lot of things. He finally gave up on me and told my mother he couldn’t help me.
They took me to see other doctors who performed several tests, including an electroencephalogram, but to no avail. So they decided to take me to a parapsychologist. She told us that it would be detrimental for me to reject the power I had — that I had to accept it. Besides, she said she was going to help me to develop it. After attending several of her classes, I realized that she was using me for her own purposes. I left and started going to three spiritualistic centers. They almost drove me crazy.
In later days, I could see silhouettes in broad daylight. I would hear murmuring, voices calling me. I would see weird shapes. At night I couldn’t sleep; I would have nightmares, hear noises of chains and voices commanding me to do things. I felt that somebody was dragging me by the hair, throwing me against the wall. My father was heavily built, but even he couldn’t hold me during these episodes because of the strength I would suddenly develop. My mother used to hold my hands so I would not tear my hair out.
Once, in our backyard, I saw a shadow chasing me. When I turned around I saw a man with dark hair and penetrating black eyes. He looked very serious and was staring at me accusingly. I was paralyzed by fear and started to scream, “Mom, mom!” When I turned around again, there was my father trying to hold me down while I was jumping and banging all over the place.
Some time later, things began to quiet down. But at the beginning of 1987, it all came back. I thought that was the end. I tried to kill myself three times, even when I didn’t want to do it. Once, I took a knife to bed, and a voice said to me, “Now, do it; It won’t hurt. It’s the only solution you have left. Your are losing your mind.” I would see myself in a pit, with hands and feet tied up, long hair, a dirty while tunic, and many people around the pit throwing stuff at me. The voice would say, “This is how it will be.”
In February 1988 I went to Brother Annacondia’s crusade in the city of Solano. The first night, I ended in the tent where they prayed for deliverance. I only remember waking up crying and drenched in sweat. During those days I started to feel peace, love and joy. A new life was beginning.
One night after the crusade, something woke me up. When I opened my eyes, I saw a very strong man in front of me who said, “I am King Thor; you are mine, and you will not leave me.” (Thor is a god in Scandinavian mythology that rules over the forces of nature, storms and war.) I wanted to worship God but my tongue felt like cement. I made an effort and started to say over and over, “There is power in the blood of Jesus.” A crusade counselor had taught me that during one of the meetings. Afterward, I started to worship God with all my heart.
One night, a serpent appeared in one of my dreams. Its head was much bigger than its body. The place was flooded with dirty water up to my knees and it was raining, much like a big storm. Suddenly, the serpent started to laugh and go around me in circles. I turned to the serpent and said, “I’m not afraid of you.” I cast it out in the name of Jesus and it left. It came back three times and every time I would rebuke it. But the last time, it stopped laughing when it heard me say, “Evil spirit, I cast you out in the name of Jesus. Go back to the abyss from where you came.” I remember it was so scared, it started to jump.
Today I go to the church. When I remember and look back at my past, I realize that all that happened to me was because of my ancestors who offered my life to witchcraft.
(From the book Listen to Me, Satan! By Carlos Annacondia in 1998, pg 55-57)