is the story of how I came to know Jesus as my Savior. Names
have been changed, but facts are all the same.
started in 1995. My ex husband and I
had just separated. Although I
honestly did not love him, I felt such disappointment and guilt for that failed
marriage. I also recently become
involved with Eric, the man I married in 1998, and was already having problems
with his family not approving of me. I
felt my life was completely out of control, and I wanted to be in control for
once. Growing up with a controlling mother, then marrying a controlling man, by
this time, at age twenty-four, I felt angry that I had never had any control
over my life, and was determined to get it!
friend Donna introduced me to Sandy, who read tarot cards, dabbled in Ouija
boards and witchcraft. Upon meeting
her, she kept staring at me because she saw “the gift” in me. She
handed me her cards, and told me to read them. When
I read those cards, and was amazingly accurate. I
told her of something that happened that no one knew anything about, aside from
her and her husband. I was so
year, Eric and I were constantly with Donna, Glenn (Donna’s husband) and
Sandy, reading tarot cards and working the Ouija board.
My interest and Eric’s both piqued when one of our first evenings using
it, we spoke to who we thought was Eric’s recently deceased brother, Don.
Don said something and Eric said, “I just knew that was Don… no one
else would have said that!” From
then on, we contacted who we thought were our deceased loved ones and it felt so
good to have these people back in our lives!
night, something went wrong. We had
spoken to who we thought was my great-grandmother via the board. When
the following months, we were also supposedly put in touch with those who we
were once related to. Reincarnation
was discussed often on the board, constantly reminding us we had been here
before many times and over many centuries. The
really strange part of this was the “memories” of those past lives were as
real as any memory in my mind to this day. I still remember some in fact, and am
baffled how real they still feel, although I know they are not.
of my memories was that I was alive during the 1960’s, and had a huge golden
retriever named Magic. Magic
supposedly turned out to be reincarnated into my wonderful black cat I called
this time, I read the Bible for the first time in my life.