ANGEL LIGHT - Fire and Ice Ministries River of Life Fellowship

12 Angel of Light
am reliving it all over again. I know that it is Christ who strengthens
me, and he is the only reason I am here today.
The Beginning
Now to continue on, my upbringing as a child seemed normal to me.
My sisters and I would perform séances with our friends down the
street. Every week we would meet somewhere and talk to people who
had died. At least we thought we were talking to the dead. In fact, we
were only talking to demons who pretended to be the dead. We had a
pretty normal family at first. Then my dad came into some money
somehow when I was around ten years old, and things suddenly began
to change dramatically. I remember him bringing many antiques home
some dating back to several hundred years old. I was young and really
did not know why or how he was gaining access to all these things, but
I do remember one piece in particular. It was a statue standing about
three and half feet high. It was pure gold with the bottom half of the
figure a horse while the top half was a man. The figure had snake like
hair and held a naked woman. I now know this was a statue that depicted
a powerful occult demon named Satyr. Sometimes Satyr appears
like a half goat and half man as opposed to the half horse half
man. This spirit is very sexual in nature. At the time, I knew none of
this. I was only a child. I remember asking my dad what it was. The
only answer he ever gave me was “this gives me power.” I wondered
what the power was for. Was it a power to conquer somehow? I did not
understand the significance of his statement at the time. He would literally
sleep with the statue right next to his bed. My dad would ask my
sisters and I to rub his back and neck often. While doing so one day, I
saw an odd shaped scar on the back of his neck just under the hairline.
It was funny that I had not noticed it before. I cannot say what it was
exactly, but they were numbers of some sort (if I remember correctly). I
lifted his hair to see the marking more clearly, and he jumped up very
angry. I asked what that was on his neck. He replied, “you will never
know.” Then he stormed off. Little did I know that my dad had literally
sold his soul to satan. Within the year, my dad had introduced me to
various kinds of drugs. The main one drug my dad gave to me was
cocaine, which I became addicted to by age eleven. See back then I
did not understand this, but witchcraft is all about control. My dad got
me addicted to drugs so that I would depend on him for the drugs. This
was a way that he could control my life. He started waking me up at
night while chanting oddly and it began to occur to me that I had heard
my grandmother chant in a similar way. I remember being tied to the
bed while what felt like many peoples hands were fondling me, but the
only one there that I could see was my dad. Night after night for several
years, he would come and have intercourse with me. He was the
first to steal my innocence. (This is very hard for me to write) I was