Chapter 9: Turning Points

Elaine Talks:

The first real turning point in my life came about a year after I became the regional bride of satan. My dream world of believing that I was actually loved by someone - satan himself - was cruelly shattered.

Apparently I had committed some minor offense against satan, so minor in fact, that I had not even realized that I had done anything.

I was home alone one day when suddenly four huge demons appeared in a physical manifestation. They were all four identical, they were dark, about seven feet tall and covered with black scales similar to Ri-Chan.

They had vicious faces, long fangs and even longer fingernails that were like razor sharp steel.

Without any warning they came and attacked me. They clawed me with their long nails, shredding my flesh. They beat me and tossed me back and forth from one to another like a rubber ball. I screamed and cried and begged them to stop hurting me, begged them to tell me why they were doing this but they never answered a word. They just snarled and laughed hideous laughs. Mann-Chan and RiChan, my guardians, simply stood by and made no move either to help me or to make any explanation as to why they were doing this to me. After about a half an hour they left as suddenly as they had come.

I was left lying on the floor, exhausted and in agony. My back was torn in shreds, I had huge bruises from head to toe. The furniture was all tossed about and my blood was everywhere. As I lay there sobbing and panting and trying to recover a bit, satan walked through the closed door. As usual he was in his favorite guise of an extremely handsome young man. He stood looking down at me and then threw back his head and laughed! He continued to laugh as I lay there sobbing, asking him why the demons had so cruelly tormented me. He never gave me any answer except to tell me that I was being disciplined. He went on to add that he thought that the demons had done a rather good job of it. Then, without making any move to help me, he disappeared.

I didn't have any answers except one, satan hated me and was a liar. That knowledge was a wound deeper to my heart than any wound on my body. I was left to clean up myself and the apartment as best I could. By that time, I was a nurse, and I had to use every bit of my nursing skill and knowledge just to survive. I could not go to anyone for help as I could not explain what had happened to me. No one cared enough about me to come and find out what was wrong with me or to help me. When finally my wounds healed there was no scarring. satan saw to that. He left no evidence that I could possibly use against him in the future.

It was then that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that satan hated and despised me and did not love me as he said he did. I also realized that the demons, too, were using me for their own ends. It was Mann-Chan and the other demons that had told on me for whatever small thing I had done. Many times I had covered for them about something they had done in order to protect them from satan's wrath. They had betrayed me!

It was then that I decided to get out of the cult if possible, although it was a couple of years before God showed me the way. I felt overwhelmingly trapped. Demons were all around me and within me. At that time I also thought that they could read my mind. I dared hardly think about wanting out and certainly could never speak about it or the demons would know. I did not know where to turn for help.

Where in the world could I ever find the power to overcome satan and his demons, supposing I even survived long enough to try? I had to pretend continually that I was still willing to be within the cult. I knew that ultimately satan and the demons planned my destruction. If Mann-Chan or any of the other demons found out what I was thinking it would have meant death and an agonizing death at that.

Two years after that episode of discipline, a lady I worked with started inviting me to go with her to her church. I continuously refused.

I had troubles enough without going with that "fanatic." Then satan came to me again as the handsome young man. He put his arms around me, acted very loving and told me that he, my husband, had been terribly insulted, and that only I could get revenge for him.

He knew of Esther's (the lady at work) invitations to go with her to her church. He wanted me to go and destroy that church because the people there were daring to proclaim that he, satan, not only was alive and well but that he was evil and should and could be fought against. I was to go and join the church and then split it and destroy it. He wanted me to use the eight-part plan that his servants (including myself) had used and are using so successfully all over the world to destroy Christian churches. (These 8 points will be discussed in detail in Chapter 17.)

I tried twice to go. The first time I couldn't even get out of the car because the power of God was there so strongly. I had never experienced such a thing before. The second time I made it to the door, but literally could not take hold of the door knob. Again, the power and presence of the Lord was too strong.

The demons within me felt it as well and flatly refused to go in. I don't know if I would ever have gone in if Esther hadn't approached me again at work. She dared me to go! Esther knew me well enough by then to know that I would never turn down a dare.

So finally I went, slipping in on the back row.

Esther was watching for me and when she saw me come in she motioned for me to go up to the fr ont and join her but I refused. So she came back and sat with me, telling me that "It's O.K., God is here on the back row just as much as on the front row!" I did not appreciate that at all!

It so happened that the young man preaching there that night was applying for the position of pastor. It was all I and the demons could do to sit through his sermon and I was a hardened church goer. Then, to make matters worse, immediately after church he made a bee-line to the back row where Esther and I sat and talked to me and tried to get me to give my life to Jesus. I told him in no uncertain terms that I did not want or need Jesus. He just smiled then and said, "Well I'm sure that you won't mind if I pray for you." Remembering in the nick of time that I was supposed to join the church, I managed to stifle my initial response and muttered "No, I don't mind."

Then, much to my horror, he put his hand on my shoulder and proceeded to pray for me right there out loud! I could-n't stand to be touched by anyone, especially him, neither could the demons! I squirmed, but that didn't seem to register with him, he just went on praying. I scrambled out of the church as quickly as I could after he finished. But something had touched me. On the way home, I told the Lord that if He did exist and wanted me to be His, that He must let that young man become the pastor of that church. The following Sunday the church voted to make him the pastor. It was almost a year before I kept my side of the bargain.

During that year another incident happened that also was very key in making me realize that satan was lying, that there is a power greater than his and that Jesus must be the answer. Shortly after I had started going to the little church, satan came to me, obviously very angry. He told me that there was a "young smart-alec doctor" at his "special" hospital in a nearby city. This doctor was not only greatly interfering by "preaching and praying everywhere," but had also actually dared to interfere with a number of his top witches and their work at that institution. satan ordered me to organize a nationwide effort among all the top witches for that doctor's destruction. He didn't care how we did it, but that doctor must be killed, and quickly. I did not know until almost two years later that Rebecca was the doctor who was on the receiving end of that massive effort to destroy her by witchcraft. I shudder to think what might have happened if we had succeeded. Praise God that we did not!

The invisible spiritual battle over a dying patient's bed.

Dutifully, I picked up the phone and called Helen, who was by that time the head witch at that particular hospital. I told her of satan's order and delegated her to organize the rest. I thought little about the matter again for several months except to do the necessary incantations periodically. Then, suddenly, after about six months, I began to realize that every time I did an incantation in the direction of that doctor the demons came back to me unable to get through. They were not pleased! This was a complication that I didn't need just then! I was puzzled as I had never experienced such a thing before. I did not talk to anyone else about the problem because to admit that my power was failing would have been fatal for me.

Then about three weeks before I turned to Jesus, I received a phone call from Helen. That doctor who had left the hospital dying four months earlier had just that day returned to work. Not only had she returned, but she was completely healed! I was shocked. How could that be? I realized then that a power much greater than anything I had ever seen had blocked us and again I remembered the link angels in California. This doctor must possess the same power that that family had. I realized that that power was Jesus Christ.

Later that day satan showed up again, most unhappy, to ask me why we had failed. "Don't you know?!" I asked. "Yes," he replied, "but I want to know if you know."

"Well I assume somebody must have blocked us by prayer."

"That is right," was his curt answer, then he vanished.

During that period of time I had gone to the little church regularly. It wasn't long before I realized that I was powerless to destroy it.

Those people were on to every trick I tried, but they just kept on loving me and praying for me.

I fell in love with them. Those people were genuine. They loved the Lord so much that they didn't care who I was, where I came from, how I dressed or talked. All they cared about was my soul. They cared enough to keep on praying and praying.

They prayed me right up to the altar one Sunday night where I finally said, "Jesus, I want and need you, please forgive me and come into my heart and life." What a struggle that was. Mann-Chan and the other demons tried to hold my mouth shut. They kept screaming in my mind that I had been lied to, God didn't exist and Jesus was really dead. But I knew that they were liars and would not listen to them.

At that time Mann-Chan and the other demons had a lot to say and do. The first thing that they did was fly right off and tell satan what I had done. Then the fur started to fly!

That night after I had returned home satan came to talk to me, but things were strangely different. Usually satan would come up to me and put his hands on my shoulders, or hold me in his arms. This time he stood back away from me. I could see that he had many very powerful demons with him, but they, too, stood back away from me. satan was steaming mad! He shouted at me, "What in the Hell do you think you are doing?!!"

"I'm leaving you," I replied.

"You can't do that!"

"The Hell I can't, I just did!"

"You're my bride, I won you, if you don't do as I say I'll kill you. You can't get out of that contract!"

"I'd a lot rather die for God than I would stay your bride. That contract is no longer valid because it is covered by Jesus' blood. You have nothing to offer me but lies and destruction."

"You've made the wrong decision, I'll prove that to you shortly."

"You!*@#?* get out of my house!"

"See, you're not really a Christian!"

"What do you mean?"

"Christians don't swear."

I had not thought about that, but then I had only been a Christian for a couple of hours and was used to using any language I pleased when away from the church.

"So what, I know I am, because I know that I asked Jesus to forgive my sins and to come into my heart, and I know that he has!"

"You just think that, it didn't really happen."

I was by then so angry that I tried to take a step toward satan to punch him in his nose, but for some reason I could-n't get my feet to move. By that time satan was so angry he was screaming threats at me. I suddenly had a warm feeling of peace sweep over me and I unmistakably heard the Lord speak to my heart and spirit for the first time. He said, "Do not be afraid, my child, I AM here, he cannot harm you." Again I told satan to leave, but this time I used the name of Jesus and in an instant he disappeared.

Rebecca taking spiritual authority in Jesus' name.

I suppose satan came to me nearly twenty times over the next two weeks. Sometimes in a very charming mood, attempting to be a lover, but usually in a rage. He tried to persuade me to change my mind. He told me that Jesus was dead. He threatened many things, but not once did he come near to me. He always stood at a distance and so did the demons.

Many times many demons came obviously planning to torture me as the four had done in the past, but always they stopped short of me and looked confused and horrified and then turned and left without saying a thing.

Gradually I realized that I must have some kind of special protection from the Lord. Even Mann-Chan, though he badgered me all the time, did not seem able to tear me as he had done in the past and now I had more control over him than he had over me.

Despite the special protection I had MannChan did succeed in making me very, very ill and within two weeks I ended up in a hospital in another city away from my home town. I did not at the time realize that the Lord had permitted this. The long road to my complete freedom from the demons and arrival at a full and complete commitment to Jesus as Lord and Master as well as Savior was to start in that place. So I ended up a patient in a strange hospital, in a strange city. I lost almost everything I had gained through Satanism within two weeks of accepting Jesus. But Praise the Lord, He was in control of all of that, and I began my new life with Jesus, and at last met the very person I had tried so hard to kill Rebecca.