I remember coming to get him with my van a month before Christmas. I saw him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands looking down at the floor. His father walked away from him shaking his head. I knelt down to look at him. He looked up at me with the most hopeless look I had ever seen. I felt like I had to take him out of his house in order to escape a plan for his demise.
On the way to the United States we stopped at a diner. Alex felt so fearful and paranoid it was as if something invisible was following us! We sat down at a booth in the diner and a waitress came over to us and instead of taking our order said very frantically,
“There is a waitress that works here who left over an hour ago and we are worried about her because we never heard back. She was supposed to call us because she was taking a friend home, a man who she knows is Schizophrenic, and she told us that she feared she’d be dead by the roadside somewhere so she’d call to let us know she’s okay and she hasn’t called."
This waitress did not know us at all. Alex looked at me all frightened. I knew it was the enemy trying to instill fear in me and get me to be afraid of taking Alex with me. He was so plagued by this time he could hardly walk by himself. I had to walk him to the bathroom and back because he could hardly stand up and said that the “whole room was spinning.” I
checked him into a hotel where he stayed for a month straight till the holidays were over. Every day I would go and visit him and see that he was plagued day after day. He complained that all night long he’d hear doors slamming, creaking noises and a heater that would not stop making strange noises.
One day when I came to visit, he suddenly threw himself up against the wall hollering for imaginary people to stop abusing him. Then when he stopped acting as if someone was abusing him he looked at me and started laughing with hideous laughter. I looked into his eyes to see that it wasn’t him anymore, but something else. It was something very sinister. I sat down next to him and looked him in the eyes and said, “I’m not afraid of you. Stop in Jesus name.” Eventually he stopped laughing and when he came back to himself he started crying in fear of what was happening to him and not understanding why.
Some days I would just take him for walks around the block just to get him out of the hotel. It was cold since it was December so our walks weren’t very long. It was just as well because when we went for walks there were always crows flying nearby cawing. Alex hated the crowing noises and told me, “Something in the crows is after me.” I thought he gave too much attention to this because crow’s cawing never bothered me. It was strange however that when we went on a walk one day; we walked down one street and there were literally hundreds of crows waiting for us in the middle of the street. Then we walked down another street trying to avoid them when the crows appeared to actually follow us over to the other street. I started to wonder if there was something to this. Maybe there was something strange about the crows.
I hated to leave him alone in that hotel room each night. One night was particularly hard. As he lay on his bed he pleaded with me to “let him go”. Let him go to where? Did he mean to let death have him or the pit, or even hell? I shuddered to think of the possibilities. He said he called a suicide hotline but they put him on hold.
Finally through asking around I found out about a man willing to do deliverance for Alex. A kind man named Scott came to meet us. The only place we had to do deliverance was in my huge fourteen passenger van. The man proceeded to cast a demon out of Alex right there in my van. I saw Alex’s back arch and he fell out of his seat on to the van floor. His demons were cursing, muttering and threatening to destroy him. The man cast out a few demons and then asked Alex if he had forgiven everyone he knew including himself. Alex said he’d forgiven everyone else but was unwilling to forgive himself. So then the man refused to work with him anymore. I was very frustrated with him at this point over his own stubbornness.
I was upset with Scott too, because he couldn’t figure out a way to get around Alex’s self hatred. I was dissapointed with Alex because he just wouldn’t do what the man asked of him. But I was not going to give up. I had searched the Internet high and low asking for help. I then found a man who would help. His name was Russ Dizdar. He told me that he was willing to meet with Alex. So then we proceeded to drive up to Ohio to meet him. Russ was a man who was very familiar with the occult as he was a former Occult crime investigator, now pastor, who helped many demonized people flee satanic cults. I figured you couldn’t get any better help than this. Compared to a person in a satanic cult, Alex was going to be easy to help, so I thought.
We were instructed to call Russ upon our arrival to Ohio. Then he planned to meet us at our hotel. When we arrived we did just that. We called right away. There was a problem however. Russ had been to the Emergency Room earlier that day due to excruciating knee pain. He was given some strong pain killers and was sent home with crutches. He said that due to this that he could not come to the hotel. But since we traveled all that way he would be willing to have us come to his home despite how bad he felt. Someone he knew was then sent to the hotel and we were to follow him to Russ’s house. They said they had to be very careful that no one was following them because they were involved in helping people get out of cults and did not want to be harassed. Alex seemed to feel as if it were some top secret mission we were on. I didn’t care what we had to do. We were going to get help.
When we arrived we saw Russ sitting in his house next to his crutches. He told us what happened. He said that he was on the computer when suddenly he got a really sharp pain in his knee, and the pain was just overbearing. He said he prayed and rebuked it, but it still hurt, so then he went to the emergency room. He suspected that it was some kind of curse that was sent to him because he hadn’t done anything to his leg to hurt it. I was glad that despite the pain he was in, that he didn’t cancel our meeting.
After we got acquainted we told Russ and his companion who had led us to his house, what Alex had been going through. They decided to pray when suddenly Alex started to manifest something. A really rough and deep voice spoke out of Alex saying, “I hate him! I’m going to destroy him! I’ll destroy him! He’s a little Fucker!” This voice got louder and louder.
He was furious, and was pounding his foot. Finally Russ and the man who came to get us bound the demon.
Then much to my surprise Russ told us, “I think Alex has Multiple Personality Disorder.” I was stunned as I didn’t expect this. Then he further went on to explain, “When Alex first manifested, that was Alex himself saying he hated himself, but then later on the demon manifested. The demon is piggy backing upon Alex's own self hatred. He has to stop hating himself and has to be ministered to and healed because if we cast this demon out, it will just come right back due to the self hatred.” I was very disappointed. This seemed to line up with what the previous man who tried to help us said. I didn’t know where a person would get help for Multiple Personality Disorder. So we were back to square one.
After Russ gave us his assessment, Alex said he’d like to pray for Russ’s knee. He said, “I see a pin in your knee.” Then he showed him the angle that it was put in. Then he said, “I am going to pray to have it removed.” So then Alex proceeded to pray with power and conviction to cast out that spirit and break that curse that was sent to Russ.
I sat there pretty bewildered thinking, “Isn’t Russ supposed to be casting the demon out of Alex?" It seemed to cheer Alex up that he was able to pray for Russ.
Russ said, “You ought to come with us to be a part of our REEP Trips where we evangelize and pray against the enemy strongholds in an area.” *REEP stands for: Research, Exposure, Evangelism, and Prayer.
I was then scratching my head thinking, “What’s wrong with these people, can’t they see Alex needs some major deliverance?!” Alex was all excited on our drive back home saying, “Wow, do you realize we were in Russ Dizdar’s house?”
I said a non-enthusiastic, “Yeah, yeah.”
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