This continued on. Eventually I developed a personality complex. I used to fight my friends in school. I mocked them. My friends were jealous of me and talked against me to my teachers and they started to hate me.
Entering the sixth standard in my country, then at 11 years old, a teacher used to beat me for small matters, like mocking or laughing at jokes. I was very hurt from the beatings and the fear and shyness took hold of me. I was also ridiculed by Mom. She always wanted me to study and study. My friends never understood me. One day out of anger (as usual in secondary school) I fought with another friend. I hated them. And I was hurt.
In addition, it happened that because I was living in fear, I was possessed at the age of around 13.
Life became hell. To walk one step I had to program my mind, i.e., tell it what to do. I had to move every part of my body according to me and it was terrible. I was self-conscious and possessed. I was gripped with fear of the highest degree. To go out with my family, I had to repeat affinations like, "I am strong," various times. It was like I was learning to walk, talk and eat at the age of 14. I practiced Yoga, read Indian scriptures and tried meditation but to no avail. While meditating I was controlled by evil spirits. I joined a Reiki group then the miracle happened. The Reiki master gave me a satanic verse to read which allowed thousands of demons to enter my mind. Every day I was becoming mad. I cried on my bed and suffered. I was a shame in public. It will be too long to explain in detail.
Then one day, a sister in a gospel saw me manifesting in public and came to my house to take me to Jesus Christ. Jesus healed me from the evil spirits and I felt lighter.
But now my true test began. The next day I was attempting to kill myself because my mum was still in idolatry and the demons were tormenting me. I struggled against the evils spirits. Then, Mum started persecuting me, preventing me to go to Jesus. She humiliated me, brought police, threw me out of the house and every day cursed at me. Still I believed Jesus wwould heal me because He was testing my patience.
I love Jesus. Hiding I go to church to pray to Jesus.
Never give up hope, because the suffering was from Satan the devil. Sometimes God was testing. I know my testimony will move you. I am still struggling with past sins and fear, but I know Jesus will use me one day.
