Around the World in 88 Years -E Book - Arthur Burt

“Oh, I wish I could believe that,” he would sigh, “but I’m a lostsoul. If they knew I was with you, they would kill me.”I pursued him for four years like this, traveling up to Manchester,trying to see him at his home but having his wife turn me away.Sometimes he would miss our appointments. One day, I got discouragedand came home and said to Marj, “I’m through withhim. It’s just no use.”“Oh, don’t say that, Arthur,” Marj pleaded. “Give it another try— just once more.” So, I did.Finally, Robert began to open up to me and describe his involvementas high priest. There were 13 witches in this coven. Onewas a nurse, one a schoolteacher, and another was a policeman.They would all meet in a room and dance naked in a circle untilthey had worked up demonic power. Then, the high priest wouldtransmit the power. Robert said they could kill a pig 80 milesaway, as witch-doctors do in Africa, taking an image and stickingit with a pin.“I’m losing my reason,” he said, trembling. “I fear that I will endup in an asylum.”“No, you won’t,” I assured him. “God will bring you out of this.”Later, Robert took me to where the coven met. He unlocked thedoor, and we entered a room draped with ugliness — black velveton the floor, something resembling pickled eels in bottles,incense burners all around, and grotesque pictures hanging onthe walls.“God is going to bring you out of the occult,” I promised him.I asked a brother, Jim, to help me. And when the great day came,we destroyed everything in that witches’ den. Robert had astricken, terrified look on his face when we entered that roomfor the last time. I raised my hands and sang the chorus, “There isno power like the power of the Blood.”“Oh, no,” he objected. “Nobody has ever sung about the Bloodhere.”“Somebody has now!” I answered. “I am not afraid of the curse.There is power in Jesus’ name, and we have cursed the curse.”129