Freedom from Blindness, Deafness, and Pain
In the fall of 1999, I became terribly anxious that something was wrong. This continued for a few weeks and one morning I woke up with what I thought was a monstrous flu. It frightened me when I suddenly recalled years before I’d had a similar debilitating flu that had started the decline of my eyesight. I went to a doctor but got continuously worse. I had developed a continual pulsing electric shock in my skull. I was in unimaginable torment. It’s too painful to dredge up all that I endured but I will say my one and only job was not to end my life.
Doctors tried to help but nothing they did or suggested helped. What it did manage to do was to make my life even more miserable.
By the second year, I could barely function, and with a great deal of suffering... During that time, my sister suggested a church that was giving lectures on deliverance. It wasn’t something I would have thought of or sought out. A few months later I passed a flowered cross on the roadside and when I looked at it something slammed me in the back of the head. I looked behind me but no one was there.
I can’t describe how much that disturbed my reality.
I called Glad Tidings Church and found out that deliverance classes were starting there in a couple of days. I figured I could go and if it was too weird or something I could always leave. That night I was startled awake by an unimaginable, unendurable and unrelenting high pitched shrieking sound in my head. My husband is the only thing that kept me from harming myself...
I was desperate, I was really scared and I knew I had no defense against this. There was no way to push through this, no way to survive it. I made up my mind to go to those classes and I was adamant with my family that I was going and they were going to take me. (I could no longer see at night and I seldom drove even in the day.
I was ready, willing and open for the deliverance process to work... At that time my only relationship with God was to plead and beg him to fix whatever was causing the blindness and deafness but most of all the constant pain.
I started the classes and I listened and studied. I had hoped to be one of those people that got instantly delivered and totally healed all at once. Not so. My deliverance was to be amazing and hard fought, but with many victories along the way.
I would like to think it was so I could savor and appreciate each victory along the way and not that I was to bullheaded to receive God’s glory all at once. It was probably some of both.
At the first few classes, nothing unusual happened. Then one night after class, as we drove home, I began to yawn uncontrollably, I yawned for at least twenty minutes, huge jaw wrenching yawns and I knew I was not sleepy. I knew demons were finally leaving me.
For the next few weeks I made tremendous progress. I was understanding, learning, and loving the power that is in the name of Jesus and using it to cast demons out of myself all through the day. My world was expanding. I could see detail again. I could see people’s expressions. I could watch TV, I could read, I could easily drive again and I could see at night.
I got up one morning and suddenly began to praise God for all His creation. I was shocked that I was still in pain and I was bubbling over with appreciation for the life he had given me. I got up and suddenly had an insatiable desire to read study and understand the bible for hours and hours a day.
Within weeks I had two tremendous explosions burst out the back of my skull. Instantly, I had greater movement and less pain. Later that day, another stronghold was ripped from my chest. I say ripped because the sensation of a fist size hole was so strong I kept covering the spot with my hand.
I had really disappointed myself earlier in the day by rambling on for 11/2 hours about various concerns instead of praying and using the name of Jesus to cast out the demons instead. As I pondered this, I realized the common thread running through the conversation with myself was fear. I didn’t want to ruin my next session with Jess so I spent the rest of the day casting out fear in the name of Jesus. That evening a strong spirit of fear left me when I wasn’t even praying.
It’s rather funny that the next day when I was checking all my various ailments, trying to figure out what all had left the day before, I couldn’t really tell. It just felt like a great morning, it felt clean and clear, I felt clean and clear. I seemed completely void of any stress, dread or worry. I seemed calm and at ease and happy.
I don’t think you have to be good enough or smart enough to receive the protection Christ has promised us. I certainly wasn’t ten years ago when I first started attending the Tearing Down Stronghold classes but I was a child of God. When I discovered who I was in Christ and was willing to fight and defeat my enemies through the power of His name, I drove out the demons that had robbed me and were tormenting my life.
I hope this testimony will encourage others not to settle for a life of torment. You are a child of God. Claim it. Live it. Be blessed.
Sally Talmadge
Redbluff, Ca.
Doctors tried to help but nothing they did or suggested helped. What it did manage to do was to make my life even more miserable.
By the second year, I could barely function, and with a great deal of suffering... During that time, my sister suggested a church that was giving lectures on deliverance. It wasn’t something I would have thought of or sought out. A few months later I passed a flowered cross on the roadside and when I looked at it something slammed me in the back of the head. I looked behind me but no one was there.
I can’t describe how much that disturbed my reality.
I called Glad Tidings Church and found out that deliverance classes were starting there in a couple of days. I figured I could go and if it was too weird or something I could always leave. That night I was startled awake by an unimaginable, unendurable and unrelenting high pitched shrieking sound in my head. My husband is the only thing that kept me from harming myself...
I was desperate, I was really scared and I knew I had no defense against this. There was no way to push through this, no way to survive it. I made up my mind to go to those classes and I was adamant with my family that I was going and they were going to take me. (I could no longer see at night and I seldom drove even in the day.
I was ready, willing and open for the deliverance process to work... At that time my only relationship with God was to plead and beg him to fix whatever was causing the blindness and deafness but most of all the constant pain.
I started the classes and I listened and studied. I had hoped to be one of those people that got instantly delivered and totally healed all at once. Not so. My deliverance was to be amazing and hard fought, but with many victories along the way.
I would like to think it was so I could savor and appreciate each victory along the way and not that I was to bullheaded to receive God’s glory all at once. It was probably some of both.
At the first few classes, nothing unusual happened. Then one night after class, as we drove home, I began to yawn uncontrollably, I yawned for at least twenty minutes, huge jaw wrenching yawns and I knew I was not sleepy. I knew demons were finally leaving me.
For the next few weeks I made tremendous progress. I was understanding, learning, and loving the power that is in the name of Jesus and using it to cast demons out of myself all through the day. My world was expanding. I could see detail again. I could see people’s expressions. I could watch TV, I could read, I could easily drive again and I could see at night.
I got up one morning and suddenly began to praise God for all His creation. I was shocked that I was still in pain and I was bubbling over with appreciation for the life he had given me. I got up and suddenly had an insatiable desire to read study and understand the bible for hours and hours a day.
Within weeks I had two tremendous explosions burst out the back of my skull. Instantly, I had greater movement and less pain. Later that day, another stronghold was ripped from my chest. I say ripped because the sensation of a fist size hole was so strong I kept covering the spot with my hand.
I had really disappointed myself earlier in the day by rambling on for 11/2 hours about various concerns instead of praying and using the name of Jesus to cast out the demons instead. As I pondered this, I realized the common thread running through the conversation with myself was fear. I didn’t want to ruin my next session with Jess so I spent the rest of the day casting out fear in the name of Jesus. That evening a strong spirit of fear left me when I wasn’t even praying.
It’s rather funny that the next day when I was checking all my various ailments, trying to figure out what all had left the day before, I couldn’t really tell. It just felt like a great morning, it felt clean and clear, I felt clean and clear. I seemed completely void of any stress, dread or worry. I seemed calm and at ease and happy.
I don’t think you have to be good enough or smart enough to receive the protection Christ has promised us. I certainly wasn’t ten years ago when I first started attending the Tearing Down Stronghold classes but I was a child of God. When I discovered who I was in Christ and was willing to fight and defeat my enemies through the power of His name, I drove out the demons that had robbed me and were tormenting my life.
I hope this testimony will encourage others not to settle for a life of torment. You are a child of God. Claim it. Live it. Be blessed.
Sally Talmadge
Redbluff, Ca.