Last Thursday Audre Myers e-mailed me a comment for my post “TBT^4: Things That Go Bump in the Night” (she’s having some issues logging into WordPress to comment—d’oh!).  I asked if I could post it on the blog as its own post, and she agreed.

The title I’ve given her comment-post is a bit of artistic license; I’m sure Audre would not call it an “exorcism,” but she definitely cast something out in the Name of Jesus Christ.

It’s become a trope in horror films, especially of the demonic possession variety, that messing around with fortune telling, Ouija boards, etc., opens one up to demonic influence.  I suspect that our habitual sins open us up far more frequently, but I also strongly believe we shouldn’t mess around with the occult, even in a supposedly playful manner.  I know Ouija boards are mass-produced by Milton Bradley, which somehow takes away some of the demonic mysticism of them; still, I imagine Satan loves the Industrial Revolution and mass production.

We have victory in Jesus.  Praise the Lord!

With there, here is Audre’s fascinating tale of victory in Christ:

Here’s a story I’m willing to share – believe it, don’t believe, doesn’t matter to me. I lived it.
I had a ‘ladies day’ at my house, invited friends and coworkers and some women who support themselves in various ways. One was a beautician, one was a masseuse, and one was a fortune teller. The fortune teller used the spare bedroom to do her readings and that bedroom is directly behind my dining room. It was a fun day, everyone had a good time and the working women made some money.

Something slowly began to happen. I’d walk across my dining room to go to my computer room and get just a little ‘something’ uncomfortable that left me as soon as I passed a particular corner of the dining room. After a few days, I noticed I was becoming uncomfortable about walking my common path to the computer room and would swing wide to go there another way. And then, I started to feel uncomfortable about the spare room, which is directly across from computer room. Several more days went by and I became aware that I was flat out AFRAID of the dining room and spare room. Afraid! In my own house! Nothing there that anyone could see but the feeling was bad – creepy bad. Like something was there I never wanted to meet face to face.

More days went by with this feeling of dread growing. I cast about in my mind what could be done about it. Had I lost my mind? Was there some kind of stress in my life that was causing this to happen? What was I going to do? It couldn’t keep on this way because it was really affecting me. And then – it came to me. That fortune teller brought something into my house. Now, I don’t believe in fortune telling, I mean – c’mon, get serious. It never occurred to me when I invited her that something bad could happen. That’s just crazy talk, right? But I will look you straight in face, all these years after, and tell you she brought some ‘thing’ into my home.

When that realization struck me, I knew what to do. I gathered up all my courage, went into the dining room and cast out whatever was there in the name of Jesus Christ. I went into the spare room and cast out whatever was there in the name of Jesus Christ. I was as serious as I have ever been in my life – only Jesus could handle what happened in my house and I believe in Him even more than I believe in myself. Jesus ‘cleaned’ my house. Whatever was there ran at the name of Jesus (I’m at the point of tears right now – I can feel again the wonderful release I felt). There has never been a moment since where I’ve felt the least bit uncomfortable – anywhere in the house.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.