Deliverance from a Demon of Oriental Medicine

At the beginning of a ten year misdirection in my life, I asked the Lord about my future prospects as an instructor of shiatsu (Japanese massage). He gave me a disturbing dream in which I stepped up to a podium and forgot my lecture and instead gave a brief bio about an obese fashion designer named Lippincott who had a botched surgery job on his lips. The dream was prophetic, but I only understood it in retrospect. The main point of the dream was that the subject matter I was teaching was null and void and forgettable in God’s sight and that I would be confused and speechless as long as I taught it and that instead I would give my own testimony about how God delivered me from an empty waste.

I’ve been a massage therapist for fifteen years and have practiced both western and eastern modalities. Western massage modalities are based on anatomy physiology, and especially myology (the study of muscles, tendons, and fascia), whereas eastern modalities are based on an energy model of the body. My favorite eastern modality was shiatsu. Shiatsu is a Japanese form of massage that applies the principles and manipulative techniques of Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM). I became adept at shiatsu and taught it for several years at a couple of massage schools and wrote a textbook on the subject that was published by a prominent academic publisher--Prentice Hall Health/Pearson Education.

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Testimony of Deliverance from a Demon of Yoga

I practiced and taught power yoga for ten years in secular gym venues: city recreation centers, the YMCA, Bally Total Fitness, and as an adjunct professor at a community college. As a former professional dancer, power yoga was the only system of movement I found complex and challenging and elegant enough to interest me. I considered it the perfect regiment because it included all components of a well-rounded exercise program: strength conditioning, cardiorespiratory fitness, flexibility, balance, and coordination; plus it was graceful and dance- like. I felt consoled that I had found a worthy substitute for dance, just as therapeutic physically and just as cathartic psychologically. Yoga became my primary form of exercise, and I got a lot of relief from it.

I knew that yoga was associated with eastern mysticism and especially Hinduism, and I was fairly familiar with Hindu theology. In fact, in my B.C. days when I was searching for God, one of the first books I read was Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda, who was one of the first yoga masters to introduce yoga to the West. I read the Bhagavad Gita and meditated and chanted. Eventually, I became a member of a cult and had a guru. But after I received Jesus, I renounced all these associations, purged my library and got deliverance.

As a Christian, I had more understanding than most and believed I could not be beguiled again. I practiced a “de-mystified,” westernized version of yoga based on exercise science. I scrupulously avoided all Hindu derived religious practices such as devotional music, chanting, meditation, guided visualization in Savasana (corpse pose), Namaste (bowing to others with prayer hands), and so on. The westernized version emphasized myology and kinesiology--the study of muscles and movement--and dove-tailed nicely with my work as a massage therapist. In my classes, I approached yoga as an exercise physiologist would and was very satisfied with the results. I felt grateful to use my gifts of movement and communication and teaching and thought I was empowering people to take charge of their health, all while doing something I loved. I even regarded yoga as an extension of Jesus’ healing ministry through me.

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Collaborating In Physical Healing

28 Years ago I, a twelve-hour-old Christian, was obediently praying through a list of politicians given to me by my new pastor Carl Branford. (1 Timothy 2:1-2) After I finished that list, I started to pray for my family, friends and enemies. I then prayed for every person I saw walk by the church. Why was I praying with such fervor and belief? I simply believed that Jesus was very real and that prayer with Jesus worked. My belief was founded in reality, in actual experience that had happened the night before. Only later did I realize that it was founded in Scripture, also. "Very truly, I tell you, the one who believes in me will also do the works that I do and, in fact, will do greater works than these, because I am going to the Father. I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If in my name you ask me for anything, I will do it." (Joh 14:12-14)

The previous sleepless three days and nights I had been locked in an incredible battle for my life, soul and salvation with powerful demons. I was absolutely overwhelmed with fear. Through special circumstances the Lord brought this new pastor into my life, and I was healed by his obedience to the voice of God. The Lord spoke to him about me, and Carl then had to do his part. He invited me, a complete stranger, into his home. While sitting on his couch listening to him sing old hymns from the 18th century all of the sudden an evil force surged up my back and arms . It took me over with an evil power and fear surged through me. I sprang to my feet and started screaming at him that he was Satan and the devil! Completely overwhelmed by fear I ran for the front door. Half way across the living room he said, "In the name of Jesus free this man." I stopped. Suddenly it felt like something had fallen off of me and I was in my right mind. He had confronted my demons when they manifested and told them to go to the side and release me. He then told me that I could go or stay but if I left his door would always be open to me. This incredible demonstration of love through God lead hospitality melted my heart. I returned to the couch and He prayed with me to receive Jesus as my Lord and Savior. He then fed me, bathed me and put me to bed. I had not slept for three days. My second prayer that night was to sleep. Immediately after asking God to grant me sleep I had a most powerful encounter with the Holy Spirit. I slept as I never had slept before or since in my life. My first prayers had actually been answered and experienced.

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