
John Randall's
Testimony
I was a happily married born again Christian and had
two children Adrian and Tammy. They were the apple of dads eye. One day I came
home from work to find my wife had packed all her and the kids belongings and were ready
to move out. I got no reason why she was walking out and I was shaken at the very
roots. Even now as I type this out I am battling to hold back the tears.
Anyway she walked out and went with her brother to a neighbouring country. I was
very upset and my emotions were running high. I blamed God for what had happened and
could not understand why he allowed it to happen. Anger built up in me and I gave
satan a foothold. Of course he took all he could. I decided on revenge and I
began to get involved in the occult. I bought books on the subject and began to do
all the things they tell you to do.I started to wear black clothes and even drew a
pentagram on the wooden floor in one of the bedrooms. I made candles and set them at
the various points. I got inside the circle and began to invite any and every
demonic spirit into me. The more I did this the more angry I became, the more
determined I became to let satan have me. I had pictures of demons on the walls and
I also began to offer blood sacrifices to satan. I also started self mutilation and
was cutting myself with razor blades till the blood flowed into the circle. I carved
a upside down cross on my forehead. Later I met up with another well know satanist
called pig (his satanic name) and we planned and plotted our ways. His girlfriend
was/is called Alexandra.she was a high witch. I also got another young kid involved
in satanism and we went out one night to kill a cat for sacrifice. We just rode
around till we found a friendly one and then sacrificed it on the front porch of a local
full gospel church. Much later we got involved with painting satanic slogans on
various churches. I was picked up by the police anti-satanist squad and had my home
video filmed and search from top to bottom. I was followed by this squad daily and
most nights. To cut the story shorter...I eventually ended up in court for various
satanic offences and was sent to a mental institution for a couple of months. While
there I had an out of body experience with a difference. Satanists usually have no
problem with getting into the spirit world. I was lying on my bed after lunch and
suddenly felt a warm tingling sensation start on my feet. It slowly started moving
up my legs...I tried to turn to my fellow " inmates ",but found that I could not
move nor could I speak. This sensation moved over my head and I found myself in a
dark tunnel and at one end was a person standing. I can remember walking towards
this person. When I got close I suddenly realised who it was. It was satan and
he had some huge chains in his hands and he said to me that he had come to fetch my
soul.in a second my whole life flashed by and I then knew that this was the end of the
line. I was alone, with satan and was destined for hell. I turned and ran away
from satan down the tunnel. I could hear his laughter. Suddenly I was back in
my body and I was covered in sweat. My clothes were drenched. I lay there for
some time shivering and eventually I realised that GOD had given me another chance.
The road back has been a tough one. Satan does not like to loose a prized
possession. With the help of some friends and local churches, I went through many
deliverance sessions. My major battle was with self. Bit by bit JESUS tore
down the barriers I had made. I spent many a night crying out to JESUS. That
was 6 years ago...even now satan still has a go at me and I have to stand with all I got.
But satan now realises that his grip on me is loosening and I am winning back the
ground he took from me. Ephesians chapter 6 talks about the armour of GOD. We
must put this armour on daily so that we can fight satan and his demons. JESUS has
set me free from satans grip and I rejoice in my new life. I have tried to keep it short and did not want to give glory to
satan,but I feel that we as Christians must know our enemy.
John Randall |