Nicholas' Testimony

I grew up in Provo, Utah, a place largely central to the Mormon Church. My family was Mormon, but we were inactive. My parents separated when I was just two months old, so I grew up with my mom and my sister. My immediate family didn’t attend church much, and I didn’t really know anything about it. I was baptized into the Mormon Church as a child, but I didn’t understand what I was doing; I just knew it was something everyone did.

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As I transitioned into my teenage years, I became involved with adult films at a very young age. Friends introduced it to me around 12 years old. As a young boy navigating the transition into manhood, my hormones got the best of me, and before I knew it, I was addicted.. At that point, I wasn’t really Christian; I didn’t have any sort of religion, but I believed there was a God.

As I grew older, I was not fully happy with my life, especially since my family life wasn’t the best. My mom kicked me out when I was 17, and now I realize why—there was an attack with demons. I was miserable and didn’t know what to do. I moved out and lived with a friend, which led to my first demonic encounter.

My friend often sleepwalked at night, sometimes being conscious yet unable to control his body. One night, while I was still awake, I felt a horrible evil presence. I pretended to be asleep as he walked over to my bed, stared at me, then went into the bathroom. He came out, pressed his face against the wall, and then turned around to stare at me again before leaving. The next morning, he asked if I was aware of what he was doing. I said yes, but he clarified that he was wide awake yet had no control over his body. He gripped a knife and heard a voice in his head saying, "Kill him," over and over. He told me it took every ounce of his being not to murder me that night.

Eventually, I moved out and got into sales, which took me all over the country. I decided to work towards going on a Mormon mission because I didn’t know what else to do with my life, and all my friends were doing it. I started reading the Book of Mormon and prayed about it, but never felt it was the truth. I submitted my information to go on a mission at around 21 years old. I was never interested really in drugs or anything growing up. I was mostly sober, having only drunk alcohol.

While away for work, I was peer pressured into taking a gram and a half of mushrooms, the first drug I ever took. After that experience, I left the Mormon Church and embarked on a “spiritual” path, exploring New Age practices. I thought the universe, crystals, tarot, and astrology were the way. Little did I know, I was engaging in New Age witchcraft.

Shortly after, I experienced severe demonic encounters. One involved my mother, who I had moved back in with. She was on many prescriptions, though I don’t believe the prescriptions were the sole reason for her behavior. My mom would walk around the house at night, talking to herself and seeing things. Sometimes, she would interact with me, expressing anger and hatred. When I looked into her eyes, I could see it wasn’t my mom. At times, I caught her standing frozen in place with her eyes closed for long periods.

I was not into Christianity or Mormonism at this point; I was practicing New Age beliefs. One day, my cousin returned from his Mormon mission and came to bless my mom while I was away. When I returned home and checked on her, I saw the light in her eyes—the mom who raised me. I cried hysterically, saying, "Mom, you’re back! I can see you!" She acknowledged me, saying, "Yes, I am back, but it’s only temporary, and I love you so much." The next day, she reverted to her previous state.

After moving out of her house, I rented a place with some friends. One time, I woke up three nights in a row, throwing up black bile and wetting the bed. This happened after a reiki session which I assumed was a beneficial thing. I sensed something evil in the house, so I created a crystal grid in my room and bought a bundle of sage. I never burned the sage; it was still wrapped up when I came home one day to find it completely burned through, as if it had been ignited from the inside out, yet the string was still neatly wrapped around it. This confirmed to me that something evil was present.

At that time, I didn’t think to call on Jesus because I was far from Christianity. I called on myself as the power and authority over the spirit in the home, demanding it to leave. This only made things worse, leading to poltergeist activity that my friends and I witnessed. I moved out, thinking little of it other than ghostly encounters. During this period, I became heavily addicted to smoking weed, which lasted for many years, from age 24 to 31.

Many years passed, during which I practiced New Age witchcraft, never fully happy with my life. While living in Oregon, I did a tarot reading that predicted I would lose someone close to me the next day. I woke up to a call informing me that my mom had died when I was 27. An overdose of antidepressants. I had many experiences with tarot, spells, and rituals, believing it was our divine power as humans. When things like this came true, it further solidified my belief in it.

After my mom’s death, I went through a dark phase during the peak of the shutdown of 2020. I was locked in my home, grieving, and delving into deep rabbit holes about what was happening in the world, from satanic Hollywood rituals, government psyops, to trafficking, and everything else you can imagine.. As the years passed, I faced severe depression, even contemplating taking my life. To cope, I started weightlifting, taking supplements, and eating right, thinking my body was trying to tell me I wasn’t happy. I was very close to ending it all.

This is when I began looking into Christian testimonies on YouTube, hoping for some positive insight. It wasn’t until the last month of my 30th year that I realized Jesus was the truth. It hit me like a freight train. That day, I fell to the floor, prayed, and begged for forgiveness, confessing all my sins and asking for deliverance. A month later, I went to the closest church and got baptized in the name of Jesus. I instantly became sober; my addiction to weed completely vanished.

For the first time, I read the Bible and realized that my past encounters were demonic. I burned and discarded all my New Age belongings and began sharing the message with friends and family. Many left my life because of this. The irony is that all the dark rabbit holes I explored actually pointed to Christ as the way, yet I never connected the dots. It was as if I had a blindfold over my eyes, and the moment the Holy Spirit entered me, the veil was lifted, and I could see everything.

Now, it’s blatantly obvious that satanic rituals are everywhere—in music, movies, advertisements, and companies. There is a mockery of Jesus Christ, but even he said the world would hate him first. I am now devoted to sharing the gospel of Christ because even if one soul is saved, all of heaven rejoices. I am by no means a perfect Christian; I have just begun my walk in faith. However, I am on fire for the Lord, and this journey has inspired me to create Sacred Senses to share His message with the world.

This life is a spiritual warfare, and we must put on the armor of God every single day. Christ is our shield, our Savior, our Redeemer. Only through Him are we saved and protected. I pray that anyone reading this feels the Holy Spirit convict them and helps them to keep the faith and walk in Christ. In Jesus' name, I leave this to you. Amen.