My First Experience of Deliverance

When I was 20, I began having a lot of demonic nightmares. One night I had a particularly disturbing one. After it I rang the pastor of the church I was going to. I was sitting in the kitchen. As he and my husband were talking on the phone, I heard snakes hissing right behind my head. They sounded like they were right there. I wanted to turn round and look but was too scared. Husband got off the phone, and began talking to me. I was aware of him there but he seemed far away. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor, regaining consciousness, and he was back on the phone telling the pastor that he'd been yelling at satan to "get lost". The pastor prayed right then and there on the phone, and immediately I had to rush to the toilet. It was gross but demons are gross. Straight after that I was fine. I now know I had experienced deliverance of a demon that manifested as it left, as I have witnessed many other people go through the same thing since then. To this day I don't know what kind of spirit left me that night. More context and detail here.

False Teaching

When I was 13, my mother was dissatisfied with the church we were going to. She found out about another group of people meeting in the town called Cooneyites. She began going and insisted on taking myself and two of my sisters. I didn't want to go, but since I had to obey my mother, I went along, and decided I would at least participate.
About 10 years later, when I was going through deliverance, one night I dreamed I was telling my mother all the things wrong with the Cooneyites (I couldn't remember all the things afterwards). When I got to the last thing on the list, which seemed the most serious, suddenly her eyes looked at me darkly, and then I felt something trying to strangle me, and I woke up.
I renounced the spirit of false teaching in the name of Jesus and all my involvement in that group. My mother was still alive then so when I had the opportunity, I asked her why she did not stay with the Cooneyites. She had come to the conclusion herself that they were in error, having rules about hair, clothing and marriage that she concluded were not reasonable or necessary.

Jesus Delivers Me in a Crowd

Around 1986, I experienced a deliverance in a dream.
I dreamed I was in the middle of a crowd of people outside. It was like a scene from the days of Jesus in Israel. People were dressed in the clothing from that day. There were people crowding right up against me and I was getting jostled. I was in turmoil and feeling really bothered. I called out, "Jesus, please come and lay Your hands on me and pray for me!"
Instantly, Jesus was standing in front of me. Dressed in a light tan robe. But His face was blurred out. I could see His hair framing His face, but not the features of His face. He laid His hands on my head and instantly, I began wailing loudly - I could not help it. It was like something wailing out of me. I felt embarrassed. Then I woke up.

Bondage of Occult

I was still having nightmares, so went to a ministry meeting held by the late Bill Subritsky, where I received prayer. I got as far as saying to Bill, "I've been having nightmares..." when he looked at my neck and said "Bondage of the occult go in Jesus' Name!" Then he went off to pray for the next person. A minute or two later I began to feel sick and faint, and had to sit down. Then I was fine. I had never been directly involved in the occult, apart from reading the odd horoscope now and then as a teenager, and we had some jigsaws with signs of the zodiac that I used to do. The zodiac seemed fashionable at the time. But people in my family line had been more heavily involved in the occult. One of the things I learned during those couple of years is that both the blessings and the sins of one generation can affect following generations. Well, a few days later the same kind of nightmare began but in this one, I marched up to the demon-possessed person in the dream and rebuked them in the name of Jesus. That was the last time I had a nightmare like that. More context and detail here.

Freed from Lustful Fantasy

Between the ages of about 14 and 28 I really struggled with lustful fantasy. I had used it as a coping mechanism but it just always seemed to be there. I begged God to set me free from the fantasy habit. One night, I lay down to go to sleep, I suddenly had a vision, rather an ugly one. I saw the naked bottom half only of a huge man. He was panting and pawing at the ground with one foot, like a stallion looking for a mare. I was shocked! Somehow I knew this was the demon affecting my thoughts! I immediately renounced it in the name of Jesus and commanded it to leave me. Instantly, I felt a terrible pain in the left side of my head that lasted for several seconds. It felt like something was being torn out! As suddenly as it started, it stopped. I went to sleep. In the early hours of the morning, I dreamed I saw a lustful male cat. He was running after other cats lustfully. When I woke, I had the sense that God was showing me that what had been a big problem the night before, was now only a little problem. I decided to get prayer support, so husband and I went to see our then pastor and his wife together, so that they could agree with me in prayer. As they prayed, I felt the tearing-out feeling again, but this time only a little, just for a moment.
From that day onwards, the mental fantasy habit was gone! It was just as though someone had turned out a light. Years later, I can barely remember what it was like to struggle with it, although I remember that I did struggle! As always, Jesus has authority over demons. More context here.

Bondage of Violence

When I was a single parent, about ten years after the initial deliverance experiences, I experienced deliverance from a bondage. Behind us, there lived another single parent and her only son. He would have been about ten when we met them. He longed to have a relationship with his natural father. The mother tried to organize occasions for him to be with his father, but more often than not, the father would let him down, usually by just not turning up. Over those adolescent years, this boy developed severe behavioural problems, taking out the situation on his mother, with violence and other abuse. The authorities were involved. We really felt for them, of course, and tried to befriend them. But at the same time, I felt angry at how this boy, fast becoming a young man, abused his mother. I became very disturbed at my own thoughts of how I would punish him! I asked God to help me stop having such thoughts.
Not long after this, one morning I was lying down in a drowsy state, and some "words" came to me, one after another, in a row. They were "Violence", "Crime Violence" and "The Baron". I felt compelled to renounce each of these things in the name of Jesus. As soon as I did, I saw a black mist rise up from my legs. After that, I had no more violent thoughts towards the neighbour's son. Also recounted here.