Voodoo Curse of Death

March 2002

A lifelong friend and prayer partner in TDS Ministries asked me to pray for her son, Larry (an alias is used to protect privacy). Larry was experiencing an unusual and undiagnosable illness accompanied by bizarre symptoms.

I usually do not travel to pray for individuals, but this was an extreme case.  I felt God wanted Peggy and me to go. And given the bizarre symptoms reported by Larry’s mother, I was intrigued and wanted to go pray for Larry. 

I encountered a demon who was sent to Larry through a curse. This demon was very mouthy and more than willing to give me all the details of who sent him on his mission and how he was to kill this man.  Below is Larry’s testimony.  The details of this deliverance from my perspective follow.

Larry's Testimony

In 2002, I started experiencing agonizing pain all through my body. When I say agonizing it does not really describe the pain I felt. It was as if a gang of monsters, expert in the art of torture, were doing everything they knew how to torture me until I thought I was losing my mind.

It came on so quickly; I went from a very active businessman to a recluse in my house in one day. There is no way to accurately describe the pain. It felt like someone was scraping my bones with a knife, stabbing my spine with an ice pick and sticking pins in my flesh all at the same time.

While I was being subjected to this excruciating pain, something would push my head backwards until I thought my neck would break. It would also cause my arms, legs and fingers to cramp up causing me to look like a grotesque deformed creature.

This would go on day after day with me lying on the floor, writhing in agony. When I got a day of relief I was grateful but dreaded when it would return. At times I was so weak I couldn’t even hold a glass of water in my hand.

My doctor was totally baffled by my condition and would not even venture a guess at diagnosing it. He said I was the most bizarre case he had ever seen.  This went on for eight months. I knew I couldn’t survive this agony much longer and had a will made out in preparation for my death that I was sure would come soon and I was sure would be a welcome relief.

My mother called Jess Parker and asked him to come and pray for me. He, and his wife, Peggy, came to my house and prayed for me for deliverance from any demon causing my sickness.

A demon spoke through me. He said his name was Nicodus and he was a voodoo demon sent by my ex-wife who had put a curse on me. He said his assignment was to kill me, but it had to be a slow agonizing death. Jess and his wife Peggy fought this demon twice over a period of two days before it finally came out of me.

When it left, all the pain, cramps and weakness left instantly. It has been 7 years now and I am still free. I can never thank God enough for setting me free from that evil thing. 

The Bible says, “If the Son sets you free, you are free indeed.” [John 8:36]  I am totally free through the power of Jesus Christ.

L. M.
Los Angeles

My wife and I drove hundreds of miles to meet with Larry, and arrived at his home around 11:00 pm. My wife, being exhausted from the long drive, excused herself and went to bed. I was pretty tired myself but wanted to talk to Larry to find out a little about what was going on with his illness.

We hadn't spoken but a few minutes when this man's head began to tilt slightly forward as if he was falling asleep. I decided to wake him up and let him know I was tired and suggest we both go to bed. As I was just starting to get out of my chair to walk over and wake him up, his left hand was suddenly twisted up behind his back as if some invisible being was putting him in a half nelson arm lock. I knew immediately this was not a sickness, but a demon. I began to rebuke the demon who was trying to break his arm.

​As suddenly as the first action, this same invisible entity jerked his arm from behind his back and pulled it back around to the front of his chest and then up over his shoulder and behind his head. All this time Larry was in an unconscious stupor, moaning and whimpering like a small child.

I jumped up quickly and covering the three feet between us in one long stride, I laid my fingers on his forehead and commanded in a stern voice, "You stop that right now." His arm relaxed and moved back into its normal position in his lap and he opened his eyes and said, "Oh my God. It's a demon.

I walked over and set down in the chair and said, "Would you mind telling me what's been happening to you?"

He proceeded to tell me the most incredible story as follows:

I was in my back yard about eight months ago doing some yard work. I climbed up about 12 foot into a tree to trim some branches. I lost complete control of my arms and legs as they became completely spastic. It terrified me, but luckily I was in a fork in the tree and just allowed my body weight to sag down into the fork to keep from falling out of it. For the next fifteen to twenty minutes I sat there with no control over my arms and legs. After the twenty minutes, I regained the normal use of my limbs so I climbed down out of the tree as fast as I could and practically ran into the house. I set there for a while trying to figure out what had just happened. I finally concluded it was just a fluke deal and I needed to just forget it and get on with life.

The next day I got ready to go to work and got in my car. I only got about half of block away when it started happening again. When I realized it was starting again I jerked my steering wheel sharply to the right, forcing my car to hit the curb. It jumped the curb and I slammed on my brakes causing the motor to die. I sat there in my car for the next 15 to 20 minutes with no control over my arms or legs. When my arms and legs finally started to function normally, I started my car and drove back to my house as quickly as I could. I haven't driven since then and only leave the house when I get someone to take me to the doctor.

But it didn't stop there, for within a few days the pain started, slowly at first and then grew worse and worse until it was so agonizing I figured I was going to die. So I started planning for death by making out a will.

He went on to explain the symptoms. He said his mother thought his symptoms were caused by a demon and insisted on getting deliverance through Jess. Larry, however, thought it was an illness requiring a medical solution. So now Larry was dumbfounded to find it was a demon as his mother presumed.

I suggested we challenge this demon immediately, and he agreed. I started praying for him around 11:30 pm and fought this demon until 2:00 am. As soon as I commanded the demon to tell me his name, Larry lost consciousness and the demon spoke.

This is the conversation I had with this demon. I wrote it down because it was the first time I had ever fought an actual voodoo demon sent on a specific assignment.

me:  “I command you in the name of Jesus to tell me your name?"

The demon didn't even hesitate to identify himself. This surprised me as I have had demons refuse to give me their names on many occasions, saying if they do it will give me authority over them.

demon: "My name is Nicodus.”

me:  “What kind of demon are you?"

demon:  “I'm a voodoo spirit."

me:  “Don't lie to me. This is the states not the islands.”

demon:  “You're a fool. Don't you know what a voodoo spirit is?"

me:  “I guess not. Tell me."

demon:  “A voodoo spirit is a spirit sent on an assignment because of a curse."

me: "That's a bunch of garbage. I've seen a lot of people curse people and it doesn't do this to them."

demon:  “Yes, but her curses have power because she believes they do. She told my master she wants him to die a very slow and painful agonizing death, and I'm doing what I was sent here to do.

me:  “Who cursed him?

demon:  “His ex-wife. She hates him so bad she wants him to die slowly in pain."

me: “Why have you told me this. Don't you know you have just given me power over you?”

demon:  “It doesn't matter. I have unlimited power from my master. I'm not like these weaklings you fight. I've been sent by the master and you will never get me out. I'll kill this man slowly and painfully and then I will move on to my next assignment and forget you and this piece of shit ever existed.”

He was so smug and arrogant. I now understood why he didn't mind identifying himself. He wanted to brag. He thought he was impervious to defeat and he wanted me know it was his work. He was like a serial killer who isn't content to kill. He wants everyone to know what he did and get the credit of fame. Pride is so often their "Achilles' Heel”. And I was counting on his pride blinding him, and it did.  He didn't know this was not my first barbecue.

I said, "You take pride in the fact, demon, that your master has empowered you. You don't realize my master is Jesus and He's empowered me. My master defeated yours and I will defeat you, you piece of trash.”

With that the battle was on.  For the next two hours we traded rebukes. Back and forth we went. He never did stop talking. He kept reminding me that I had never come up against anything as strong as him. I let him know that I had fought a demon called “The Possessor From Hell” that was so powerful he would have eaten him in one bite.

This shocked Nicodus and I could sense he had a little buyer's remorse regarding telling me his name. He said it didn't matter though. I would never be able to cast him out. He said he had been on many assignments and had always accomplished what he was sent to do.

All this time Larry had been unconscious, but I could tell he was not in any pain. He wasn't moaning and whimpering the way he did when Nicodus first attacked him shortly after I had arrived. I was grateful for this and intentionally kept this demon talking in hopes he wouldn't notice he wasn't torturing Larry.

Then around 1:30 am I noticed the bravado was slowly fading. When Nicodus spoke there was desperation in his voice. I mocked him saying, “I can always tell when a demon is frightened. You're frightened Nicodus.” He became angry and started threatening to attack me with pain. I told him I wasn't afraid of his threats and just kept rebuking him in Jesus name.

His last fifteen minutes were pathetic and I told him so. I said, "You're going to be in big trouble when you have to face Satan and explain why you failed him. Your boss doesn't take well to failure. He's going to send you to Limbo for sure. He may never let you out. He gave you all that power and you lost half of it when you told me your name.  It probably wouldn't be a good idea to tell him that. But I will."

I love tormenting demons so when I get them in this weakened state I start mocking and badgering them.

When Nicodus started leaving, Larry regained consciousness, coughing and gagging. As soon as Larry finished coughing Nicodus out Larry said, “Praise God!  He’s finally gone.”  Then Larry started crying.

I was elated but exhausted. It was after 2:00 am and I suggested we both get some sleep. He agreed and we both went to bed and didn't get up until around 9:00 am. I ask him how he was doing.  He said, “Great!”  So we just spent the day talking, but about every hour or so I would ask how he was doing and he would assure me it was over.

He called some family and friends that he hadn't seen for some time to come and visit and he very soon had a full house. Everyone was excited Larry was feeling better, although no one knew how sick he really was or that a demon had been behind the sickness.

Everything was going good until about 9:00 pm.  Larry turned and whispered to me, “Jess something is happening.  I think he’s trying to get back in.  I can feel a tingling in my hands and that's what I felt that first day it all started."

I said, “Larry, Peg and I need to leave early tomorrow so why don't you ask your guests to leave and we'll find out what's this demon's up to right now?”

Larry agreed and told his guests he probably should get some rest.  He was officially declaring the party was over. No one knew how important it was for them to leave, however, and some lingered until close to 10:00 pm.

When the last one left I asked Larry to sit down.  As soon as he did, I said, “Nicodus, how did you get back in?”

demon:  “My dogs let me in."

me:  “What dogs?" 

demon:  “Well they’re my guards. “You didn't cast them out and they let me back in."

me:  “You listen to me, you filthy piece of slime. I going to cast you out and this time.  I'll cast your guards out with you and you won’t be getting back in again."

demon:  “You can't."

me:  “Why not? I cast you out once and I can do it again."

demon:  “Because I travel with one thousand demons of pain.  And if you try to cast me out again, I'll tell them to kill him."

me:  “I don't believe you.  Why didn't you release them on him last night?”

demon:  “Why should I have? I knew my dogs would let me back in. Why should I have fought you more last night when I could get right back in? I'm warning you— I will kill this man if you try to get me out again."

I reached over and grabbed Larry by the lapels of his shirt.  I shook him until he regained conscious and told him what Nicodus had said.

Larry said, “I want this demon out of me.  If he kills me I'm ok with that.  I don't want to live with this kind of pain anymore. No matter what happens, don't stop until he's out of me." 

I said, "Did you hear that Nicodus?”

demon:  “I'm warning you. I will kill him."

me:  “Do your worst, demon. But I'm casting you out of this man."

I won't try to describe to you the pain Larry must have endured for over two  and a half hours, because I have no idea. But I can tell you it was bone chilling the way he screamed. The demons of pain came up in waves and he would first moan, and then as the pain increased he would start gasping for  breath.  And then as they left he would scream and roll on the floor in a fetal position until that group left.  Then there would be a momentary lull, and then the moaning would start again and he would go through the whole cycle of torture again.

Larry never once asked me to stop. I wanted to and several times. I was almost ready to say that's  it, I can't do this.  My wife was crying and telling me I if I didn't stop she was afraid he would die.  I knew if I stopped praying for him, I would never be able to start again.  So I kept going. It seemed like an eternity listening to him scream. I knew at anytime he could say, “That's it.  Stop.  I can't take it anymore.”  But he never did.

An eternity later the screaming started to ease.  I knew Nicodus was finished. I said, “Nicodus, this man is tougher than you and your dogs and all your demons. The Word says one day he'll sit on a throne and judge angels [I Cor 6:3]  and I'm quite sure you'll be one of them he judges. You'll get your punishment then. Now get out him you filthy piece of garbage.”

Larry started coughing and choking for about two minutes and then Nicodus was gone. He was a little gun shy after seeing Nicodus leave and then come back in again. I encouraged him reminding him they had done their worse, and he had endured everything they threw at him.  I told him I needed to get a couple hours sleep and then head home, but I would keep close contact with him.  And should anything happen I would come back.

I left later that morning, but called him every few hours for a week.  Then I called once a day for the next week.  After that I would call him from time to time, but Nicodus was gone forever.

He wrote his testimony in 2009, seven years after we cast him out. And as you read, he's still doing great.

All praise goes to The Glorious One, The Marvelous One, The All Powerful One, The Lord Jesus Christ who always causes us to triumph in Him.

2 Corinthians 2:14 says, "Now thanks be unto God, Who always causes us to triumph in Christ."

​The Triumph is Sweet. Larry is Free.