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Vincent McCann- Journey out of Witchcraft
In his late teenage years, Vincent realized that his life was going nowhere. He had a sincere longing to better himself and began to take the long, dark road embedded in witchcraft, occults and Satanism.
It started with a purchase of a book offering a way of self-improvement thru self-hypnosis. He was taken back at some of the suggestions offered, but figured, what could it hurt?
He began practicing secretly in his bedroom with a cassette recorder and a candle.
It didn't take very long before he craved more. More intense, deeper things. In a few magazines he'd come across he noticed several ads, concerning the practice of "white" witchcraft. As he fell deeper and deeper beneath the sadistic spells, he built an altar in his room.
There was now a new sense of excitement and hope that things could get better.
His interest in morbid and dark things grew until they had completely taken over his life. He began to dress in all black, the picture of the gothic realm.
He painted his face a ghastly white, lining his eyes in black eyeliner. His hair a natural dark brown was now an inky crow black from a dye bottle.
Little by little be began collecting a wide variety of occult literature. He constructed shelves on which to place his creations of clay; twisted extremely grotesque figures and faces and creatures with horns.
There was no explanation for why he made them, only that he felt a strange compelling to do so.
On weekends he frequented a nightclub called 'Planet X' and was surprised and comforted by the fact that a great number of people he meant there, had desires toward the dark and sinister.
His friends began to see a change come about him. As he would share with them his collection of literature and dark pamphlets, they began to get scared and soon and they weren't coming around anymore.
He began to feel lonely and found alot of spare time on his hands. His dark quest grew darker as he ordered more and more books.
Night and day he practiced witchcraft, his parents oblivious to what transpired behind his closed door. At one point they began to suspect he was up to something as strange packages were delivered to his attention and the hint of secrecy that hung about him.
One evening two women, friends of his ex-girlfriend showed up on his doorstep. They went on to explain that Jane* was in a mental institution and had been asking for him.
Thinking it was the only right thing to do, he went.
Jane* seemed very nervous and withdrawn. A small pretty girl, she lay there with jet-black hair, complete in the black, gothic look he had attained.
One day, much to his unbelief he received word that she had been released. She had been possessed with an uncontrollable violent temper and had destroyed the ward where she had been held.
Jane* moved into her parents' home and she and Vincent began seeing each other again, even to the point that he spent many a night in her parents' home. His own family saw very little of him.
As their relationship progressed he began to see her neediness, an almost compulsive behavior of needing him at her side all the time. He began to tire of her and wanted to see his parents again. But Jane* would have none of it. She talked him into staying, and slowly they began to practice spells together.
Vincent got along rather well with her parents, and as an end result left him with their daughter, in charge of their home, while they went away on a weeks' vacation.
That evening he and Jane* were in the kitchen. Earlier that day he sensed that she was acting very unusual but copped it up to her mental condition. But nothing could have prepared him for what took place next.
Suddenly without warning, Jane began speaking in a male voice, deep and rough and her whole personality took on an evil face. It was then that Vincent knew the evil spirit that had taken over her body since childhood was making itself known.
The voice began to threaten his life and anyone who knew of its existence, his mother, his father and his brother.
Vincent stood, frozen in fear, willing his body to "move!” but because of the death threats from this spirit and lack of shoes on his feet, he decided to stay and talk to the being.
Gradually as they talked, he began to relax and slowly adjusted to this new change of events. They talked thru the night until light crept into the window and the birds began to sing. The spirit went on to explain that its indwelling, was to blame for Jane's* mental problems. It hurriedly said its goodbyes, and warned him never to leave Jane*, because he was "chosen" to look after her.
With these words Jane* lay on the seat, closing her eyes, immediately springing, full of energy.
Vincent on the other hand felt drained, exhausted physically, mentally and emotionally.
The next day Jane* seemed like herself. Nothing out of the ordinary had taken place until later that afternoon.
She and Vincent were sitting together, talking when suddenly she looked right at him, and once again her entire personality changed and her voice grew deep from the pit of Hell.
"I thought you were gone," Vincent said.
"I lied," said the spirit.
As the week progressed more and more spirits made themselves known. Some were strong and intimidating, some were strange and mysterious while others were downright hilarious. Up until the day before Jane's* parents were to arrive, these spirits had never become violent.
A few hours before their arrival, one of the spirits insisted that he join Jane* in perverse sexual practice. While Vincent wasn't the most sexually pure of all people, he knew in his heart this was something he couldn't partake in. At his refusal, he watched in sheer terror as yet another personality took over Jane's* body.
Jane* jumped up screaming, white foam gushing out of her mouth. Vincent was stricken in fear as she started to attack him.
Having a vague belief in God, he grabbed for a crucifix that lay nearby, but to his dismay it had no effect whatsoever. Jane* began running through the home, chasing him, destroying everything around her. She began purposefully running headlong into the kitchen cupboards, giggling hysterically in such a way that sent chills down his spine.
At one point Vincent thought he would surely have a nervous breakdown, when as suddenly as it had come, it was gone.
Jane* was back to herself, calm and relaxed and the two hurried to clean up the house before her parents arrived. But time wasn't on their side.
Her parents were furious as they stepped into their home, seeing the mess. Eventually as Jane* talked to them, they calmed down and allowed the two to continue living there, but they made it clear even as they stayed there, they weren't welcomed with open arms. They were suspicious of their actions and Jane's* tormenting words to them of her evil occult powers.
Her parents repeatedly urged Vincent to return home. If only they had known of his strong desire to do just that.
Spirit after spirit manifested itself to Vincent as he and Jane* wandered the streets.
From this point, supernatural occurrences began to take place. Strange eerie lights flashed behind her curtains. Their horoscope readings taking place before their eyes.
One evening he and Jane* were walking beneath a tree, when suddenly Jane* looked up and screamed that something there was going to hurt them. They began to run, Vincent hearing the worse blood curdling scream he'd ever heard in his life, right behind them. He could see up into the trees to know that there was no human being there. But the scream was loud and clearly coming from the tree. At one point while running alongside Jane* he glanced at her face, disturbed at the gleeful expression there in relation to the terror on his own. Looking back he knows it was yet another test she had put forth for him that she said had been designed to break him down mentally as well.
Eventually, he and *Jane were forced to leave their home and began to again, wander the streets. It was a very undesirable place, drug addicts everywhere.
Although some would try to befriend the couple, Jane*would put an abrupt stop to any conversation.
It was in this area that Vincent was attacked, badly beaten in the face. The spirits that dwelled within Jane* mocked him constantly.
At one point Jane* did allow Vincent to see his parents again, perhaps to beg off money for them to live on. She explained away the bruises on his face due to a gang of "skinheads". His mother appeared to buy the story but Vincent sensed that his father knew something altogether had taken place. For the first time in a long time, Vincent fell over his mother's shoulder and wept. Unbeknownst to Vincent, his father snuck a glance at Jane* and just for a split second caught the sinister smile on her lips as she watched mother and son crying together.
When Vincent and Jane* had taken their leave, his father searched his son's room, finding the mountain of occult literature and the passel of sinister magazines.
As an end result of his troubling discoveries he went immediately to an Anglican minister and told everything he knew. The minister promised to keep the family in prayer and promised his availability if he ever needed to talk.
Vincent's father, brother Kevin and a group of Christians from a local Pentecostal church began to pray and God came on the scene.
He and Jane* had just come from her parents house and were on their way to a nightclub. Instead Vincent hesitantly asked if they could stop by his parents for a visit. Somewhat reluctantly Jane*complied, not without the usual threats of not telling them what was going on.
At one point Jane*was upstairs in his room at his parents when his father discreetly called him down. When his dad again asked what was going on, Vincent gave the usual spiel from Jane*, he was shocked and looked on in disbelief as his father dumped a pile of the occult literature on a chair and demanded, "explain them!"
Vincent was speechless; especially as his dad went on to say knowingly. "I know who is behind this. It's the Devil isn't it? He is the one wrecking your life and that girl is in league with him."
Vincent was in total shock. No one had ever made the connection and least of all his dad, who never talked of such things.
The shock of his words caused Vincent to break down. All he could get out was, "Dad, you don't know what you are getting yourself into."
His dad went on to explain that he had been in touch with a local minister and that he and his team were willing to help him. He then directed Vincent upstairs to keep Jane* company while he phoned the minister.
His dad wasted no time in fleeing the house and running to the nearest pay phone.
Vincent climbed the stairs to his room, his heart beating like a drum, so sure that Jane* knew what they were up to. But as he entered his room, he was astounded to find her dancing before the mirror to some gothic rock tune, seemingly oblivious to what had just transpired downstairs.
His heart was heavy with fear and worry as he wondered what would take place in the next few moments. He glanced out the window, seeing his father and a group of people coming up the walk.
"Jane, my dad is coming up with some people," Vincent ventured.
Almost immediately Jane was on alert. But almost as soon as he'd said those words, there was a shout as a group of men and a woman pressed inside. "That's her, the devil woman," his dad said pointing at Jane*.
One kind soul pulled Vincent aside. "You go into the other room and you," they said pointing to Jane*, "stay here."
Vincent went to his brother's room, shaking with fear. He felt as though even God was no match for Jane's* evil powers. Any time he had brought up the mention of God, in talking to Jane*, she had quickly dismissed Him or made Him look weak and powerless.
As he sat there on the bed, his mother and father joined him, on either side of him. It was there that he prayed the only prayer he knew, from his days as a child. Looking through the window into the sky he cried out, "God help me!"
Immediately the most incredible thing took place. It was early evening at the time and the sky was dark and cloudy. But as he prayed these words, the dark clouds were parted and bright sunlight broke through. A perfect ray of light filled the room.
"Look, He's heard you," said his dad.
For the first time since the beginning of the terrible happenings, the witchcraft, the workings of Satan, hope was born within him. God's presence was all around the room. Instead of the mocking, demonic voices, he heard the tortured sounds of the spirits being tormented. The screams and shouts were ear piercing as they were forced out of his body.
Eventually Vincent was taken to where Jane* was. She was surrounded by the prayers lifted up to God on her behalf, and there Vincent was amazed to see tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked at him saying, "Vince, I see faces in torment, burning." She had had a glimpse of Hell.
It was finally decided that Jane would return home, but she didn't go willingly. She still was plagued by the Spirits. She refused to be rid of them, screaming at the church group, "You don't understand what you're doing. You are wrecking everything!"
Jane* was dragged to the minister's car, kicking and screaming, saying every manipulative thing she could think of to make Vincent stay with her. She created such a commotion that neighbors began flooding from their homes.
Some very puzzled police arrived to hear mutterings of involvement in occults and demon possession.
When Jane had gone, Vincent felt relieved but still frightened. He remembered the words of the spirits as they threatened the lived of his loved ones if he told of their existence.
That night he slept on the sofa with his father watching over him.
The next day he attended a Christian service with his brother Kevin. He couldn't get to the church fast enough. As he entered the sanctuary the congregation was singing song, "Thank you Lord for the victory". It was as if the song had been written just for him.
As the years progressed Jane* kept trying to reach him, and with it came moments of the evil spirits return. At mention of the word "Jesus" the spirits, each time were forced to flee.
Now many years down the line, God has been helping him as he has healed. He met and married a woman from the church, Donna and is now father of two Vincent became Area Director for Reachout Trust, an organization that deals with those trapped and tangled in the deception of occults and witchcraft.
Because he himself had been caught up in the dark web of deception, he can share with others and has an empathy for those blinded to the truth. He has such a deep longing that the too will come to know Jesus Christ as their personal Savior.
To Vincent's knowledge, Jane* has not come to Christ and we as Christians should endeavor to pray in this direction. The last he had heard of her, she had had a new boyfriend and she had had the spirits blungeon the young man's brother with a hammer.
Devil worship isn't something to play around with friends. Please join me in keeping both Vincent and Jane* in our prayers.
*name has been changed to protect the individual
Article by- Jorene Haight
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