Testimony Revelation 12:11 And THEY OVERCAME
HIM(satan) because of the blood of the Lamb and because of THE
WORD OF THEIR TESTIMONIES and they did not love thier life even
to death. (caps mine) (NIV Translation)
Written by Trisha Bridges (firstname.lastname@example.org)
I was raised in a Christian home. I accepted Christ into my heart
at age 7. I did not understand the commitment I made to Christ. I
was too young.I sang in the children's choir, I went to AWANA, I
was active in the fun things they did. I was there all of the
time. I learned to tune things out. I did not listening to the
sermons. I didn't understand and I didn't care.I stopped going to
my own Sunday School class in third grade.
I never felt accepted. In high school I made friends with people
from church. They were good friends, but they were not walking in
Christ. I had other friends who were far worse, but I was the
good girl. I did things that I shouldn't have. I had no self
esteem. I did anything they told me to do for fear of losing
friends. We went thru a destructive stage: toilet papering,
egging,etc. My junior year I was invited back to church. I went.
Occassionally. I still felt very uncomfortable.I heard an awesome
testimony of how God changed a man's life. I thought "Man, I
don't HAVE a testimony. Mine is boring. Nothing happens in my
I went to See Ya at the Pole that year. I remember being ashamed
at first. I wondered what everyone thought of me. I didn't say a
thing. About halfway through the prayer something happened. God
showed me that it did not matter what they thought. All that
mattered was that I not be ashamed. He was not ashamed of me so
why should I be ashamed of Him? From then on I had no more shame
My band director got a man from Celebrant Singers to come and
audition me. I made it in to play french horn. It was my first
time to ever discuss my faith with anyone. I didn't know what to
say. He told me that he thought I was a baby in faith, but that
with training and my strong desire to serve with them God would
provide the tools for me to witness effectively. My parents
refused to let me go. I was crushed.I now see that I was not
ready. I had a lot of growing to do.
My mother set it up for me to go to Mexico with another church. I
went for a weekend and helped work, invited people to church, and
witnessed to children. It was awesome. I loved it. I was able to
use my Spanish to communicate, though I had only had two years.
God supplied the words. I was a member of all of the Christian
organizations on campus, but I did not attend them. I was ashamed
that I could not find things in the Bible or carry on discussions
with them about Bible stuff. My pride kept me from learning, from
admitting my lacking knowledge and letting them teach me. I
graduated and went straight to college. A friend there needed a
roommate so I moved in with her. She was a partier. We wanted to
find a good church and go faithfully. It never happened.
A few days after I moved in so did about 5 other people.They
mooched off of us. But they were great days. I got so close to
all of them. We shared so much.
My first weekend in college was my first drinking experience. We
all got drunk before going to a frat party. I don't remember much.
I remember not being able to stand up very well and puking in the
bushes. I don't remember anything else except lying in bed with
the room spinning and crying to God to make it stop. I promised
to never do it again. I broke that promise. I met a guy one day
walking home from school. He was older, and had a baby girl. He
used her to play on my heart. I love children. He asked me if he
could change her in my apartment because he couldn't find
anywhere to change her. I agreed. I was gullible, stupid,
innocent. I had no reason not to trust anyone! He started hitting
on me. Telling me all the things I wanted to hear. Before I knew
it he was on me and I couldn't move. I was in total shock. I did
not get raped but nearly did. I was touched in ways that no man
should be allowed unless he is my husband. I was numb. I didn't
know what to do. He kept trying to get me to take him to the
bedroom. Now that I look back on it I am amazed. God protected me
Not long after I had my first taste of marijuana. I loved it. It
became a part of the routine. We would be high one nite or drunk
the next. We stayed up all night. I missed a lot of class. I
wanted one of the guys living with us. I did everything I could
for him. He knew how to manipulate me. People thought we were
together. He could read me like a book. He is the only personto
ever know the true me.
Well, I couldn't have him. My roomie's study partner said he
really liked me. I agreed to hook up with him, though I knew he
was bisexual and that I had no feelings for him. I was lonely. He
was into wicca, training to be a warlock, a satan worshipper. He
told me he was my dark side and I was his light side. Again God
I began to show interest in witch craft. I wanted to know how it
all worked. I wanted to read palms, to read tarot cards, to be
psychic. I was fascinated with it. I began to buy things, and my
roomies all gave me gifts to help me develope my abilities. I
learned how to control my mind, to put myself into a total
relaxation state. If you are interested in reading more about my
experiences go to my Witchcraft Testimony. Again God was
I ended it all when a friend taught me to communicate with
spirits. She taught me how to let them use my hand to write their
messages. It was a terrifying feeling, seeing your hand moving
but having no control to stop it. I quickly ended it all.
Well, one day a freind invited me to church. I went. I loved it.
But I was still tuning things out. I fell for a guy there, though
I still had a boyfriend. I think that is why I kept going. That
and God leading me. God began to work in my life. I made myself
pay attention and tried not to be ashamed when I didn't know
anything. I told myself it was okay since I was new to it all.
I began going by myself. I would get stoned or drunk and then go
the next day never thinking what I was doing was wrong. Til one
night. God spoke to me thru a lesson on second chances.I
confessed my sins and asked for accountability. I floated my way
home on a spiritual high... only to be dashed to peices upon
returning home. They asked me why I was so happy and when I
shared they attacked me. I will not share what happened. I had to
I kept going to church. I learned. I longed to learn more. I
wanted to be filled with God, to be overflowing with the love of
Christ, for the world to see. I stopped the bad things. I stopped
drinking, drugs, smoking, witch craft, my relationship with the
bisexual boyfreind, skipping classes,etc. I got my life together,
using Christ as my foundation.
I became involved in many different services there. I did them to
God has sustained me thru my life. I now have a testimony. It was
hard but I am able to share and let people see that it IS
possible to change your life with Him. All it takes is faith.
My testimony is far from being complete. I continue to struggle
with things. But God is in control and His plan is better than
any plan I could ever dream of.
Once in high school a girl read my palm. Her mom was a palm
reader, so she read my palm. I picked up a lot of stuff from
watching her read palms. That is where my interest started. And
my mom and sister both claim to have some strange sixth sense
types of things. My mom would have dreams. She would dream she
was dying. The next day she would learn that someone had died. My
sister would just get really bad premonition types of feelings.
She just HAD to see so and so...NOW. She did that with both of my
grandparents right before they died. It was trippy. I had the bad
feelings though. I would just have a really bad feeling about
something. I would have to get away from wherever I was. Leave
those parties before something bad happened, get out of a certain
area, get off the road,etc. Just a really bad feeling...
I went away to college. I loved to go into Spencers at the mall
to check out their gag gifts, and their black light glow in the
dark stuff. One day my eye was drawn to some tarot cards. I just
couldn't resist...i HAD to look at them. I felt a jolt go through
my hand when I picked them up. I just assumed it was electricity
from dragging my feet or something...didn't think anything of it.
I looked at them, and just felt one of those strange feelings. I
had to buy them.
A few days later, after playing with them in my room, just
looking at them and feeling mesmorized by the pictures one of my
roommates decided he was going to go back to his place, which was
a thirty minute drive away. I was hit by dread. I begged him not
to leave.I cried and pleaded with him. It only served in
prolonging his departure. He left anyways...but passed a huge
wreck on the freeway. A wreck he would have been in had I not
begged and pleaded.
They became convinced I was psychic, bought me books on how to
develop my abilities, found people to help me, to train me, to
lead me in the right way. The one lady who taught me most of what
I learned told me she was a white witch...that it was in no way
evil. I believed her, though now I don't. Any form of witchcraft
is wrong. It is not safe...it is demonic! I spent countless hours
in my bedroom with all the lights out and just candles burning. I
had a really dark apartment. Forrest green floors...forrest green
and dark maroon furniture and drapes and stuff. I did a lot of
meditating, gaining control of my mind. Searching for the inner
me- seeking my core so that I could control it. I did a lot of
mind control and visualization exercises. I put myself into
complete relaxation states where my roommates could be pounding
on my door and I wasn't even aware of them being alive. I would
visualize myself descending, going down a spiral staircase one
step at a time, each step being a deeper level into my own mind
and psyche. Or I would visualize me standing still with a sun
resting on my head. It would have a number, depending on how out
of control my mind was. Some days I only had to visualize the sun
once while other days I would visualize it twenty times. Each sun
would slowly pass through my body as I stood there. As it passed
through me I would feel the heat rushing through my veins,
warming me and relaxing me,pushing aside all other thoughts or
worries. Complete relaxation and control.
Or so I thought. It wasn't control. At least not by me! I was
merely letting my body go into a state of relaxation, preparing
myself to let other things take control.
I had my cards read. My teacher helped me learn how to read the
cards by reading me. She would tell me to tell her what I thought
it meant and we would take turns. She would read one card, then I
would read another. Most of the books tell you to memorize
things, that so many stars meant such and such, or that when it
was upside down it was a reversal of what you had memorized. They
gave you a specific pattern to lay them out in. She taught me to
let the cards do it all for me. That they would guide me. And
that they would tell me what they meant. It came to me as a
feeling. I just KNEW what it was meaning. After reading my
roommates a few times I saw that I was right. I WAS reading them.
Next we started working on psychokinetic types of stuff, moving
things with your mind. I learned how to make things swing by just
looking at them. It was trippy! Especially since we were stoned
most of the time. I would be able to set a necklace in motion,
hanging from the counter or someones hand, and be able to change
the direction of it just by concentrating really hard on it.
Focusing all I had into it. At first it was exhausting. It amazed
everyone. I loved that power. I was only able to make a pencil
move once, rolling across the counter. That scared me though and
it stopped. I moved on from there. I hooked up with a guy who my
roommate had been studying with. He was learning Wicca stuff. So
we shared what we were learning with one another. He was into
Satan worshipping too. He called me his light side and said he
was my dark side. I began working on mind control things: Making
a car move out of my way when driving. I was just telling their
psyche to move over please so that I could pass by. I don't know
how much was coincidence and how much was real but a lot of
people moved out of my way. I made sure that I had parking places.
I would visualize what place I wanted,focus in on it so
completely. It was always there.
One day my teacher asked me if I was willing to learn more. I
agreed. It was the thing that scared me the most. But it also
fascinated me. I watched as she focused herself,sent herself into
relaxation and began talking softly to her spirit guides. I can't
remember their names. I was to find my own spirit guide. He had
been there all along but this new developement would allow him to
communicate with me, through me. I watched as she talked with
them outloud so that I would know what was happening. She had
explained that they didn't need you to speak. They knew what was
in your mind, what you were thinking. She let them write out
their messages to her, through her hand. It was not the hand she
writes with though and it was not the way she held her pencil.
And it was by no means her handwriting.
I attempted it a few times. Mostly while I was in class. I was
freaked out by it though. My spirit guide revealed himself to me,
though I can't remember his name now, it was something I couldn't
pronounce anyways. At first my messages were pretty decent.
Nothing scary. Just hellos and I am here to help you with
anything you need. Stuff like that. Then as I continued playing
around with the dark side the messages began to get threatening.
I can't remember them all exactly, but there were threats towards
people I loved if I didn't cooperate. I was scared by that. I
didnt' know what I was to cooperate with! Let alone how.... It
began to scare me then. I told him that. He told me he controlled
me and that I was his now. It was scary to see it scrawled out on
paper in front of me, in a handwriting not my own...scary to see
my hand moving on its own...writing these things that scared me.
I quickly ended it all. I cried out to God. He saved me from it
all. I went into a severe depression though. I was depressed for
months. But I was not trapped any more. I still had the emptiness
within me...the dark feelings. I never once picked up the tarot
cards again. Never did any of the meditations. Never used my mind
to make things happen for me. I eventually broke up with my
boyfriend, since he had cheated on me with another guy. (Yes that
My life was plagued with darkness though. The depression clung to
me. It was the darkness that satan and his demons cause. Life was
just weighing down on my heart, crushing my spirit. But God is
wonderful. He is victorious over evil. I was redeemed! A friend
moved in with us, and she took us to church with her! My life was
transformed by the Presence of Jesus. You can read about it all
in my other testimony. Oh what an awesome God we have! Praise the
Lord for saving my soul! To Him be the glory and the power
forever and ever AMEN!
Galatians 5:20-21 Idolatry, witchcraft, hatred,
variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies,
Envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings, and such like: of the
which I tell you before, as I have also told you in time past,
that they which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of