​     I had called Pastor Jasinski to ask his church to please pray for Alex and told Jasinski that Alex tried to take his life.  The pastor then told me, "He hasn't called me once since he's returned home.  He's like a dog returning to his vomit!  I have to go, I have a meeting now."   The straws left to grasp were getting few and far between.  At least I had that one radio show that cared.  Meanwhile Sonya told me that she asked her church to pray and she mentioned something about a man from her church that she wanted Alex to meet.  She said that the man and his son had similar problems.  He wanted to encourage Alex.  But Alex didn't want to have anyone visit him.

    Finally, I decided to try the three day fast to see if that would help.  The first day of the fast I went to visit Alex at his house and found him at his computer asking people to pray for him and asking for deliverance.  I was totally shocked!  Wow, what a turn around!  Fasting really did make a difference I thought.  So then much to even Alex's surprise the man who offered to pray for him played him a Win Worley audio tape over the Internet.

    Win Worley's ministry is anointed to the point where even his tapes, despite not being live make a difference if a person sincerely prays along.  So Alex prayed along with the tape and manifested a few things. I pitched in to cast out pain from his gut that he'd been having.  I pointed to his stomach praying, agreeing along with the tape and with Alex saying, "Pain, come out in Jesus name!"  I was glad to see Alex was finally fighting. After the deliverance he felt a lot better.  The pains in his lower right side had subsided.  I finally thought he was turning the corner.  So then I breathed a sigh of relief.  But I finished my three day fast anyway.

    I guess it was too soon to let my guard down.  The next weekend I returned to find Alex to be discouraged again.  I didn't understand why he did not keep going forward.  But I did see that the drugs they put him on were taking their toll.  His thinking and concentration were all messed up, his memory was so bad.  When speaking to him, the delay for him to answer any question seemed like half a minute.  It was so bad that we drove up to a Burger King drive through one day and he placed his order.  Then he drove off without taking his food because he didn't remember to get it!

    That weekend I kept feeling God was urging me to give Alex a message about the fig tree in Scripture.  I noticed that he was not himself anymore.  He stood there looking at me as I sat in his room with this glare of utter hatred and distain.  I have never in my life been looked at in such a way by anyone.  Despite this I drew a picture of a fig tree and told him about how Jesus cursed the fig tree and it withered and died.  In the same way we can curse things that are evil and command them to wither and die.  Then I put things like "hatred" and "drugs" (pharmakeia) in the branches.  I felt like God was telling me, "Ask him for the bottle of Zopiclone pills and curse those pills right in front of him."  But I thought to myself, "Nah, he's acting too funny, I can't go that far.  Maybe God's not telling me this."   Unfortunately I didn't heed God's voice.  I learned the hard way that you should listen when God is telling you something.

    After I had gone home, the next day the worst thing happened.  He overdosed on his Zopiclone sleeping pills.  His mother held all his pills for him hidden in her room and gave him only his daily dose.  He had gone to the pharmacy to get a refill in order to get another bottle of pills.  Then he took the whole bottle.  He had been keeping this bottle of Zopiclone pills hidden in his drawer all weekend long while I was there, planning to use them once I was gone.  No wonder he got so nervous when I drew the fig tree and was talking about cursing the pills.  I was making him nervous.  Had I done what God told me to do and demand that he give me the pills and prayed over them I think it never would have come to this.  We should always heed God's urgings, especially when a life is at stake.

    You know the warning label that says these pills carry a risk of suicide?  Yep, there you have it.  It made him not care by lowering his inhibitions.  It messed up his reasoning and thinking so badly that he couldn't even think straight.  We had taken one step forward and two steps back!  Alex's pain in his abdomen returned with a vengeance.  He cried, "I had forgotten the pain!  Why did I do this?  I was set free of this pain when we did the deliverance, now it's back.  Why did I do this?! "  ​All that fasting and seeing such a change only to be undone the next week?  This was very discouraging.

    I researched the Internet to find out why Alex was so severely impaired by these drugs they had put him on.  Everything I read backed up what I was seeing.  I had even read in the New Scientist that these drugs actually shrink the brain!  In this same article written by Clare Wilson called, Rethinking Schizophrenia:  Taming demons without drugs, it said, "But the biggest complaints are about the way the drugs affect a person's thoughts.  Antipsychotics seem to slow down people's thinking, worsening the memory and concentration problems caused by the condition itself."   

    The link to suicide was even more alarming.  She writes, "They can also make people feel both unhappy and highly agitated, a potentially lethal combination, says Psychiatrist David Healy, head of the North Wales Department of Psychological Medicine, Bangor UK."   His study of historical records from a Welsh mental hospital showed that 100 years ago people with schizophrenia were no more likely to kill themselves than the general population.  This suggests it is modern drugs that cause schizophrenia's high suicide rate, he says. But by far, the most compelling thing I read was written by James Stacey, a man who had been on pharmaceuticals for 26 years, but then received deliverance from Schizophrenia.  He says in his personal testimony:

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