ANGEL LIGHT - Fire and Ice Ministries River of Life Fellowship

14 Angel of Light
were strippers in a local bar. I was sent on satanic assignments to individuals
to dedicate to satan through sex rituals.
The supernatural increases radically
My grandmother passed away. She was very involved in Voodoo and
was the one to truly train me and my sisters growing up in the séances.
Wow! How intense things got after my grandmother’s death. A
black hooded figure literally came to me standing at the end of my bed
one night and told me that I was to carry on the witchcraft my grandmother
had done all her life. Things began to happen that I had no
control over. Repeatedly satan would appear to me. Mostly in my
dreams at first then through music, people, etc… As I stated earlier, I
was a dancer in the Portland Oregon area at that time. Before I was to
go to work, I had bought a little tape recorder to tape my daughter’s
first words. I recorded various words she spake, but when I played it
back to listen there were voices calling my name and evil sounds of
babies crying. I also heard satanic chanting in the background. The
voices kept repeating my name and saying that I am satan’s. I have
never been so scared in my whole life. I grabbed my daughter and took
her to a friend’s house. I took the tape to the people I bought my drugs
from. I let them listen and they joked about putting it on their answering
machine. I guess I thought I could run from satan or at least give the
tape away or something. I told them they could have the tape. I proceeded
back home to get ready for work that night while listening to
ACDC. Suddenly the music faded away and I heard the voice of satan
again repeating the same thing I had heard on the tape! I was desperate
to get away. I drove frantically to the drug dealer’s house. Only one
person was there. The one I gave the tape to. She was on the phone. I
was desperately telling her over and over that I needed the tape I had
given her back. Finally, she got angry and told me it was on the table. I
took it and hammered it to pieces. I went back into the house where I
found the woman laying on the floor with blood coming out of her
mouth and eyes rolled back in her head. While satan spake the same
words through her vocal chords I had heard on the tape! Satan was
calling my name and saying I belonged to him. I ran to my car and was
crying out for help. If there is a God please help me, I said! I had absolutely
no Christian influence of any kind growing up. I was at a place of
committing suicide. I had the necessary tools to complete the task. I
knew satan wanted me to carry on and pass on to my daughter the
generational curse that my grandmother walked in.