I'm not a pastor. I'm not a theologian. I never went to seminary.
But I know things about the spirit realm that most ministers will never know — because I learned them from the other side.
You've been fasting.
But you've been fighting blind.
Christians would come to deliverance services, pray for hours, believe with everything they had — and still not break free. Not because God wasn't listening. Because they didn't know what they were up against.
Year 12: A Christian woman I was assigned to destroy began praying for me by name. She didn't know me. She just heard my name in prayer and obeyed. Within weeks, I was having dreams of Jesus. Violent, terrifying dreams — because I knew exactly who He was and what I had done.
In a hospital bed, broken and defeated, I cried out to the God I'd spent 12 years mocking. He answered.
The moment I was free, I understood something that changed everything:
Every assignment I ever sent — can be destroyed. Every. Single. One.