Brother Fernando Cubillas shares his powerful journey from spiritual bondage in witchcraft and hatred to full deliverance and new life through Jesus Christ. He reveals how demonic influence entered through occult practices and generational curses but was completely broken when he surrendered to Jesus. God healed him physically and spiritually, transformed his family, and called him to preach the gospel. His testimony serves as proof that Jesus Christ alone offers true freedom, healing, and salvation to all who fully surrender to Him.
A VISIT TO THE WITCH DOCTOR
My name is Fernando Cubillas and I was born in a small town in Mexico. From a very young age I was forced to emigrate to look for work since the opportunities in my country were very limited. Over time I managed to establish myself in Nanchital where I started my own business. Economic success came quickly and with it an improvement in my financial situation, but soon I discovered that money does not buy happiness. My relationship with my wife, which had already been difficult, began to deteriorate even more. Shortly after our marriage, problems began to arise. Communication between us was practically nonexistent and what was once a friendship fell apart. With each argument, my personal mistakes also aggravated the situation since I had a constant relationship with another woman. However, marital problems would not be the most serious thing that I would face.
One day I began to feel bad in my private parts. Worried, I decided to go to several doctors. At first, they thought it could be a vein, so they prescribed me medication, but despite continuing to work, I decided to go to several doctors. The treatment did not improve at all. In fact, my health was getting worse and worse. After several tests were done, he called me to give me the results. I remember well that day when I entered his office and the doctor seriously told me, “Unfortunately, I do not have good news. What we found is cancer.” I was in shock. He explained to me that the treatment he could offer would only lessen the symptoms but would not cure the disease. If I continued the treatment, he could keep me stable for a while. He added that I just had six months to live. I could not believe it. I was overcome with desperation and asked him how it was possible that after so much time and so many visits to doctors, only now did he inform me that I had cancer. The doctor tried to calm me down and explained that the disease was not common in people of my age, which made it difficult to detect. But then, almost like a cruel joke, he added, “It’s not that he is haunted.” That last sentence resonated in my mind with the pain becoming more and more intense and feeling more and more lost.
That comment began to make me think. After having visited so many doctors without solution, what else did I have to lose if I visited a witch doctor? I remembered a friend who years ago had told me that a witch doctor had helped her with a serious problem. So I decided to contact her. When I told her what was happening to me, without hesitation she suggested that we go see that witch doctor. Although I was surprised by her willingness, I could not ignore what was happening to me. Even though I did not believe in such things, I was desperate. Without telling her exactly what illness I had, I agreed to go with her to see the witch doctor. We arrived at the place and after waiting a while, she finally received me. Without asking me anything about the reason for my visit, the Witch Doctor took a Bible, began to read a psalm, and then explained what he had read. I remember that it was strange to see a witch doctor reading the Bible, but the most disconcerting thing was what came next.
The witch doctor said to me, “We will invoke Leviathan—but not as the beast we know. For he was a bright angel in the heavenly world before becoming a crocodile and serpent. We will invoke him to manifest like an angel.” He made a series of invocations and suddenly he shuddered, then spoke with the authoritative voice of the fallen Leviathan and called me Raul Fernando Cubillas Roca. My heart stopped for a moment. No one had called me Raul for years. I had not even given that name to anyone. I did not understand how this being knew it. Not only did he know my name but he also seemed to know everything about my life. With a firm voice, the rebel angel told me, “You came because you were diagnosed with cancer and you are desperate for pain. However, you do not believe in the witch or in me, Leviathan, the King of Darkness and serpent who is speaking through the witch.”
I was frozen. How could he know all that? Before finishing the session, he gave me two very clear instructions. I had to take candles to a cave, and in three days I had to return with eleven thousand pesos, the equivalent of $1100. Finally, the day came that I had to go to the cave. The witch had cited several people and he himself guided us through a difficult and steep path. The path was rugged, which made the journey even harder. After a long walk, we arrived at the entrance of the cave. There the sorcerer began to make his invocations and once again fell into ecstasy. Then Leviathan manifested and told me, “You the unbelievers should build an altar inside the cave,” along with the other two people who had come with me. We followed his instructions to the letter.
While we were preparing to leave the cave, the deep voice of the crocodile Leviathan resonated. The wizard had begun to converse with the fallen angel, who was talking to each one of us one by one. The conversation that I had with the serpent Leviathan was different from the others. With great authority he told me, “Fernando, you are before the King of Darkness. Come closer to me.” I did not know how to react and hesitated at first. Then, with an even more imposing voice, he ordered me to come closer immediately. Full of fear, I obeyed. The beast told me, “Fernando, I need warriors.” I was still perplexed and I answered him, “But I do not know how to fight.” To which he said, “I will teach you against whom to fight. I am fighting against my Father who art in Heaven. I will go to war to death against my Father.”
"I'M FIGHTING AGAINST MY (HOLY) FATHER"
At that moment I understood that Leviathan was referring to God. Leviathan, a former child of God in Heaven, joined Lucifer's rebellion, and Michael and his angels fought against the dragon, but the dragon fought back, but was not found to be the strongest. And the war is raging in the spirit world for millenniums and it is world war. The rebel angel Leviathan hoped that I would join him in this war against his Father the Lord God. A shiver ran through my body. "In that day the LORD with His severe sword, great and strong, Will punish Leviathan the fleeing serpent, Leviathan that twisted serpent; And He will slay the reptile that is in the sea." (Isaiah 27:1). "May those curse it who curse the day, those who are ready to arouse Leviathan. May the stars of its morning be dark; may it look for light, but have none."
Then, the angel rebel Leviathan asked me, “What do you want me to do for you?” I answered, “The only thing that mattered to me at that moment was that I only came for healing—that's all I need.” The witch calmed me down, “Don’t worry, you’ve fallen into the hands of a good lawyer, who is the angel Leviathan, the one I work for.” Then she provided me with a list of herbs to use in my treatment. But she warned me about something else. She told me that in a distant pantheon she had buried a fetish with my figure and that I should destroy it. She asked me if I preferred to go get it or if I preferred that she bring it. Thinking about the expenses that going to look for it myself would imply, I asked her to bring it instead. The voice answered me that she would soon have to come back to pick it up. In addition to the recipe to cure me, she gave me a new appointment to return to the cave and recover the fetish.
That night when I returned home, my wife asked me what they had told me in that place. I avoided giving her too many details and I answered her, “Nothing important, they just talked to me about the Bible and read me a psalm.” Intrigued, she asked me what psalm they had read. I answered, “It was Psalm 7.” I added, “I don't think it's that bad. They talked to me about the Bible.” In fact, I didn’t want to tell her more since our relationship was very deteriorated and anything could make it worse because deep down I knew who I was dealing with. The fact that they mentioned the Bible gave me a false tranquility. I continued drinking the tea that the witch had recommended to me and physically I began to feel a little better. When the time came to return to the cave, I no longer felt so scared. I had consulted Leviathan through the witch several times and that initial feeling of terror had dissipated. In fact, it was no longer something terrifying to me but rather like visiting a friend.
When arriving at the cave, some people lit candles, writing on them the wishes they had. It was at the time of returning that the witch, again in ecstasy, showed me where the fetish was located. “Follow me,” he told me, and I did it without hesitation. We walked to a large stone and right there in the place he pointed out to me, I began to search. When I found the fetish, the witch ordered me to open it and destroy it. Without knowing exactly what to expect, I followed his instructions. Inside the fetish, I found small bags that contained a strange liquid. I broke the bags just as he told me, and suddenly, without any explanation, the fetish caught fire. The witch looked at me and told me, “What you see burning were your problems.” I stayed motionless watching as the fetish was consumed in the fire.
At that moment I understood that people who get involved in witchcraft, even in things that seem simple, get caught in a spiral from which it is very difficult to get out. The more you go deeper, you sink. Little by little I began to feel an improvement. I decided to call my mother to tell her, but instead of receiving good news, she told me that my sister was sick. She had taken her to several doctors but none had found an explanation for her illness. My mother explained to me that in addition to the strange symptoms, my sister fell when walking for no apparent reason. The concern in her voice led me to tell her, “Mom, bring her here to Nanchital.” Then I also told her about my own illness—cancer—and how I had been looking for a solution, although in unconventional ways. I assured my mother that they would move as soon as possible to Nanchital so I could take my sister to consult with the witch doctor. Although it was not what I liked the most, I felt like I had no other option.
When I got to the witch doctor again, I asked him for another favor—this time for my sister. At first he refused to help. I remember almost crying I said to him, “Leviathan, please help me. My sister is sick. She has gone to the doctors and they can’t find anything. Give me a hand, please.” I also asked him to tell me who was behind my sister’s and my mother’s illness. After a long silence, the witch doctor answered me, “I can’t help you.” With this he looked at me fixedly and added, “Cubillas, if I tell you who has your mother and sister sick, you will fall into an even deeper hole from which you are just beginning to get out.” “I don’t care,” I answered him, “I’m not afraid of falling into a deeper hole. I will get out of any adversity.” Then, with a coldness that froze my soul, he told me, “It’s your wife who has your mother and your sister sick.”
I felt as if the world was collapsing under my feet, it invaded me a feeling of emptiness and darkness as if I was actually falling into that pit that I mentioned. My relationship with my wife had never been good, but I would never have imagined that she was capable of something like that. Despite the devastating news, what mattered most to me at that moment was that my mother and my sister was to be healed. The witch then performed a cleansing and gave me instructions. He told me that for my sister to be cured I had to do a cleansing in my business and my wife had to be present. I explained to him that my wife did not believe in such things and that she probably would not be willing to participate. However, the witch calmly responded, that is what he tells you but he cannot deny it to me—I have control over her, and I know that she will be there.
When I returned home I tried to explain to my wife about the cleansing and told her that it was necessary for her to be present. As I expected, she refused flatly. I insisted, reminding her that her presence in the business that night was essential, although I knew it would be difficult to convince her. But when night came, to my surprise, she told me, "He said I'm going too." At that moment I remembered that the wizard—or rather Leviathan—had already warned me that she would be there in the business.
The wizard began the ritual as he always did, reading and explaining a part of the Bible before going into Ecstasy. Despite the tension in the environment, everything seemed to develop normally. Until the wizard, in full trance, addressed my wife directly: "Hello Jenny Torres Mesa, we meet again." His tone was authoritarian. "You have denied Fernando many things—this and that—but now he denies. Here before me, you are before the King of Darkness." To my surprise, my wife, visibly affected, responded, "I am true, here is the evidence." I felt a mixture of disbelief and rage. It was as if something inside me broke at that moment.
But before I could react, the wizard said something completely unexpected that changed the course of that night. The sorcerer, in full Ecstasy, continued speaking in a strange way. At one point he said, "The word is preached, but yesterday you made a mistake in freedom. You do not even go to the Catholics. I am going to tell you about a father who had two sons. To the first he said, 'Go work in my vineyard,' but he did not want to. However later, he repented and it was. That you are, because I know that one day you will go to the gospel."
Those words disconcerted me, because I did not understand how a sorcerer could talk about things related to God. And after saying these enigmatic words, the sorcerer gave us the instructions to make it clean. He came to himself and we began. First they sprayed a flammable liquid in the area of the tables and set it on fire. Then we went to the kitchen. Suddenly something strange happened that interrupted the calm that was in the place.
Despite the fact that the cleansing had been done, I continued visiting The Grotto and the house of the sorcerer. I was in search of a complete healing that I still could not feel fully. Although I had improved physically, my soul was still restless. I wanted to feel that total relief that I longed for, but I did not get it completely. I began to look for the witch to ask him for favors, direction, protection or guidance in different aspects of my life. However, every time I did, he would tell me things that I could not fully understand. They were words that deeply intrigued me.
TURN TO GOD FOR HELP
On one occasion, while I asked him for help, he answered, "Cubillas, those things that you ask for, ask God, who is above me." Those words resonated within me as if he were telling me something deeper, something that I could not fully understand. Over time, I began to question him, "Why do you tell me these things?" To me, it was a question that I repeated constantly. On one of those occasions, the witch told me something that left me perplexed: "Who can speak better than me about my Father? I was His most jealous Guardian, and because I want to be like Him, here I am—just like you." One day he added, "To get out of here you will have to enter the narrow and rugged path, the path of my Father. When you see the light at the end of the tunnel and you get to Him, you will see me chained to one side."
That statement left me uneasy. But he continued trying to explain to me with a metaphor, "Imagine that you have a brother. That brother steals and does what he wants but nobody does anything to him. You would like to be like him, but if that brother has something good inside him, he will tell you, 'Stay away from me, because sooner or later I will end up bad.' Now, if you decide to come to me of your own free will, welcome. I am that brother. Stay away from me." Every time he said these words, something inside me moved. I could not help crying—but not from sadness. I cried in front of him without any shame, as if something inside me wanted to come out.
Despite what he represented, I felt a strange appreciation towards him. I said to myself, "If this is the one who is helping me, if he is getting me out of my problems, he cannot be so bad." Another time the wizard was even more precise, when he said, "Of course I know you, and I know that one day you will go to the gospel and you will take away many souls." Although his words were still bewildering, I continued grateful for all the favors I had received up to that point.
Meanwhile, my personal life was still a mess. I was constantly thinking about separating from my wife. Our relationship was completely broken. But what hurt me the most was the idea of separating from my children. Before making a final decision about divorce, I decided to take my family for a walk to a nearby river. Although there was no harmony between us, I wanted to give my children a moment of happiness.
We took the children to the river and I also took my wife, although only out of consideration for the little ones. My intention was to spend a pleasant day, but the tension between us was still latent. I could not contain myself and I began to argue with my wife on the way to the river. I confronted her about what the witch had told me, yelling at her with all my anger, "Why did you do it? My sister is the only thing I have! Why?" She remained silent, but the damage was already done. I had insulted her and made her feel bad. Although I could not get any answer, we reached the river. And although we tried to continue with the day, the discomfort was palpable.
I spent time with my children, but I could not enjoy the moment. Later I decided to take a jet ski and I began to feel a great desperation. I drove up the river accelerating it as if I wanted to escape from everything. My tears were stuck in me with the water as I moved away from the people. In the middle of that confusion, I felt an urgent need to scream. I wanted to address someone but I did not know who it was. At that moment, when for the first time in my life, I began to cry out to God—not to the witch, not to Leviathan, but to a God that I barely knew. Between tears and desperation I shouted, "My God, if you exist for real, show me! Get me out of this that is tormenting me, because I feel like I am going to do something crazy!" While screaming in the loneliness of the river, I felt like invisible claws scratching my chest, tearing inside.
After that moment of despair, I returned to my wife and my children, although I was completely exhausted. When we got home, everyone was very tired. I looked at my wife sleeping soundly in bed, so calm as if nothing was happening. At that moment, something inside me broke. I wondered, how it was possible that she could be so at peace while I felt total chaos. Inside me, an indescribable fury invaded me. At that moment, I wanted to squeeze her neck and kill her. Hatred consumed me. But something held me back. I don't know what it was, but I managed to stop. Instead of doing it, I sat in front of the television. I don't know how long I was there, watching without really seeing anything, until I finally fell deeply asleep.
A VISION OF PAST WRONGS
That night, I had a dream that would change my life. In the dream, I saw three figures, three bright lights. They were three men in the shape of light, although I couldn't see their faces. Suddenly, one of them separated from the other two and approached me, pointed at me with his hand and said, "Who are you to judge your fellow men?" At that moment, it was as if my life was passing before my eyes—a kind of film of my mistakes and sins was projected before me. I felt a deep humiliation and I saw myself small and insignificant, sunk in the dust.
After that vision, a table appeared. On the table, there were three seeds as beautiful as almonds. The figure that had pointed to me took one of the seeds and passed it through his mouth. And when he opened his hand, the seed was no longer in its place. There was a tree—gigantic and beautiful, full of life. He looked at the tree with admiration. But what amazed me the most was that although the tree was immense, the figure that held it was even bigger. With a deep voice, the figure said to me, "I am the tree of life. Read the psalm." It was then that I woke up, and I could still hear the voice that repeated to me, "Read Psalm 6."
The first thing I did when I woke up was to look for a Bible. I opened to Psalm 6 and began to read. I felt that those words were for me at that precise moment. If there is someone who is reading this and is in a situation similar to the one I was living, I invite you to take a Bible and read with me:
"Jehovah, do not rebuke me in your anger nor punish me in your wrath. Have mercy on me, oh Jehovah, because I am sick. Heal me, Oh Jehovah, because my bones tremble. My soul is also very troubled. And you, Jehovah, until when? Do return, oh Jehovah. Deliver my soul. Save me for your mercy. Because in death, there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who will praise you? I flood my bed with tears. I water my bed with my tears. My eyes are worn from suffering. They have grown old because of all my afflictors. Depart from me, all workers of iniquity, because Jehovah has heard the voice of my cry. Jehovah has heard my supplication. Jehovah has received my prayer. My enemies will turn and be ashamed suddenly." — Psalm 6
Upon reading these words, I fell to my knees. I began to cry like never before I had cried in my life. It was a cry of liberation, of repentance. I felt that the chains that bound me were breaking with each tear. I don't know how long I was prostrate, but it was an experience that I will not forget.
When I finally recovered from having been prostrate on the ground, I felt as if I were floating, as if I were not touching the ground with my feet. Something inside me had changed completely. The hatred and resentment I carried inside was no longer there. I felt as if they had been uprooted. I did not understand what was happening to me, but I knew it was something deep and transforming. While I reflected on what had just happened to me, I saw my wife coming down the stairs and passing near me. At that moment, I heard a voice—not in my ear but in my heart—that same voice from the dream told me: "Ask for forgiveness."
I felt that this order came from the deepest part of my being. At first, I resisted. I knew who was speaking to me, and I recognized the voice, but I refused to obey. I told myself, She is the one who should ask for forgiveness to me. I began to justify myself before God, listing all the things she had done to me and how she had hurt me. But the voice persisted: "Ask for forgiveness." Even so, I refused to follow the command. I decided to leave, feeling a great conflict inside me. I went to the witch's house looking for answers, without knowing exactly what was happening in my life.
When I arrived, I told him, "I don't know what's happening to me, I don't know what's happening to me." The witch, with his usual calm, told me, "Let's consult the same thing and see what they tell us." After doing his invocations, he told me, "Cubillas, I have good news. Why don't you dare to ask your wife for a divorce? I will make her ask you." At that moment, something inside me revealed itself, and I answered him, "No, I don't want a divorce because my wife is also a soul of the Lord." As soon as I pronounced those words, I was in shock. I didn't understand why I had said that or where it had come from. I got angry with myself because I didn't want to admit what my heart already knew.
The witch looked at me carefully and told me, "I see a few words were enough for you to change. You had a revelation last night, a dream—true. In that dream, you heard the voice of God telling you, 'I am the tree of life.'" Surprised, I asked him, "And how do you know that? Nobody knows it, I haven’t even told anyone." He looked at me and, with a sinister smile, said, "I know many things. But I want to tell you that I am like a sharp knife that cuts through a stick of butter without you noticing. And when you notice it, it’s already inside you." He said no more, and that was the last time I spoke with him. That statement left a deep mark on me.
After everything that had happened, I felt completely bewildered. I knew I had to do something—that I had to change my life and look for the true God, but I didn’t know how or where to start. My life was full of mistakes, and adultery was still a great weight on my conscience. I returned to the house of the other woman I had been with. When I looked at her, I knew I had to end that relationship. I told her that I could no longer continue, that I was going to return to my family, and that I could not continue living that way. As expected, she got very angry, and it was a very difficult goodbye. However, I knew that I was doing the right thing. Despite the difficulty, I was willing to put my life in order and be right with God.
A few days after that decision, I continued to hear the voice of God. One day, I stood as if there was an imaginary line in front of me, and I said, "Okay, Lord, I will do what you ask me because I can no longer resist you, but you are going to get me out of all my problems." I went back to my house and waited for my wife to arrive. When she finally did, I asked her to sit down. I was calm, although she seemed ready to argue. Before I could say anything, I looked at her and said, "Please don't offend me anymore. If you want to leave the house, if you want to look for someone else, do it. But please, don’t hurt me anymore. I have already told you that I am sorry." I looked at her fixedly and said, "Don't worry, I'm not offending you. I just want to talk to you. Sit down."
When she sat down, I told her three things that had been pressing on my heart for a long time. First, I said, "I want to ask for your forgiveness. Forgive me for everything I've done to you." My wife was surprised, without words. Then I continued, "Second, I want to give you a hug." And finally, I told her, "Third, I want us to read the Bible together." After a long time, I began to feel how my heart returned to its place. The anger that I had carried inside for so long disappeared as if it had been torn from me. I looked at Yanina and told her, "Don't thank me for asking for your forgiveness. Thank God, because it was He who asked me to do it." She pushed me away from her side, looking at me skeptically, and exclaimed, "You see God? Are you crazy?" After saying that, she got up and left. I was left alone, reflecting, and I went outside.
STRIFE AND DIFFICULTIES
At that moment, I told the Lord, "You saw—she didn't even believe me. But I already fulfilled." Despite having done what I should have done, attacks followed. It wasn’t long before my business sales dropped considerably, and many other bad things started happening. I seemed upset all the time. Now it was she who attacked me with hurtful comments. She complained about everything—the food, the house, the unpaid bills. She yelled at me and constantly reproached me. I didn’t respond anymore. Something had changed in me. The verbal abuse that I used to return to her, now I endured in silence. My wife noticed that I no longer yelled at her or abused her. The roles had been reversed—she yelled at me, and I remained calm.
I wondered what was happening and asked myself the same question. For the first time, I saw the truth and they didn’t believe me. In the midst of all this, I prayed and told the Lord, "It's okay, Lord. Put more load on the donkey. I will keep going even so." The biggest of my problems came back to torment me—the pains that had led me to witchcraft returned. I found myself again in that dark spot. I prayed to the Lord and told Him, "Lord, I have believed in You. I don't want to go back to that place." I was determined not to go back to the witch doctor. This time I was going to trust God, and I looked for a real doctor.
One day, while walking through the streets of the city, I passed a Christian bookstore that I had never noticed before. Something inside me pushed me to go in. When I entered, I was greeted by a woman, and I said to her, "I need help. I was visiting a witch doctor and he set me up for a live meeting." I told her everything from the beginning—what I had done, the things the witch doctor told me, and how I felt desperate. The woman, visibly uncomfortable, began to back away slowly. It was then that another woman, a sister, came to help me. The first woman asked her to attend to me, saying, "Don't leave me alone with this man." I felt terrible.
At that moment, the sister listened to me patiently and told me, "I will give you the number of the owner of this bookstore. She can help you." She gave me the number and I left the place. I felt dejected, but something inside me kept struggling to find a way out. When I returned to my truck, I put on a cassette that they had given me in the bookstore. As the words and praises filled the air, I began to cry. I cried like never before—a deep cry of relief and surrender. I was there alone for a long time, letting the tears flow. In that moment, I felt the Lord telling me, "Now yes. This is what I want from you. This is the time."
I decided then to call the owner of the bookstore to tell her my testimony. She told me, "Brother, what a beautiful testimony!" I, however, did not see it as something beautiful. I answered, "I do not know what is beautiful, if I spend the day crying without consolation." She invited me to a special meeting that same night. She gave me the address of a nearby church, and I prepared to attend. My interest was so great that I arrived two hours before the service, and when the doors opened, I took a seat in the front row. As the service began, the praises filled the place, and I felt my heart overflowing with joy. I longed to hear more, to feel more of that peace I was looking for.
When the preacher made the invitation to those who wanted to accept Jesus Christ, I did not hesitate. I stood up and walked to the front. It was at that moment when I made the decision to follow Christ. I repeated the prayer of the preacher, telling God from the depths of my heart, "I accept You, Jesus, as my only Savior." That message reached the deepest part of my being. I cried, but this time they were tears of joy and repentance. From that day, my life changed radically. I began to attend church regularly, and an insatiable desire to study the Bible was born in me.
Although my spiritual life was growing, the cancer was still a worry. I kept taking the medications that had been prescribed to me, but one day, something in me changed. I looked at the prescriptions and the pile of medications in front of me and told my wife, "I'm not going to take any more medications. If the Bible says that Jesus took my illnesses on the cross of Calvary, then this illness is part of that—I don't want it anymore." I decided not to take any more medications, leaving everything in God's hands. I said to the Lord, "If You're going to take me, take me at once. But in the meantime, I'm going to keep working." I stood up and went to work without feeling pain. God was working in me in ways I never imagined.
After making the decision to stop taking the medications, the same peace I had felt at work accompanied me back home. With amazement, I realized that when I arrived, I didn’t feel any pain either. From that day until today, I have lived without the discomfort that used to torment me. The pains that led me to witchcraft and to consult with the witch doctor simply disappeared. Since then, many years have passed, and I have not returned to feel symptoms, so I give all the honor and glory to God.
During this time, God has also blessed my family in ways I never imagined. My daughter was miraculously healed of asthma, something that the doctors could not explain. My wife, seeing all the positive changes and miracles in our lives, finally accepted Christ in her heart. Today, we live as a united family in Christ, and we are in close communion with God.
You are surely wondering how it is possible that the witch told me that one day I would go to the gospel and take many souls from him. To answer this, I will tell you something that may also seem strange to you. In the story of Job, it was God who allowed Satan to harm him. In the temptation of Jesus, Satan himself told Him clearly, "It is written: You shall worship the Lord your God, and Him only shall you serve." And that is because although the enemy seeks to destroy, God always has a bigger plan. When I gave my life to Jesus, my soul was healed, and my heart too.
SET FREE BY JESUS CHRIST
If you find yourself trapped in the middle of pain, the resentment, or even in dark practices such as witchcraft or the occult, I want you to know that Jesus Christ has defeated Satan. You can be free and you do not have to be afraid, surrender to Jesus and he will free you. When you give your life to Jesus Christ he undoes the works of evil in your life as it happened to me. Christ can free you from every dark pact, from all resentment, and from any occult practice that is binding you. You only need to surrender to him. This testimony is a living proof of how God can transform a life even when everything seems to be lost. Jesus Christ is the only way, and only in him do we find true freedom.
These destructive spirits mentioned in Joel 2:25 are the army that God allows to act to lead people to ruin when they turn away from him. God has the control over all things even over these evil spirits. It was shocking to hear that those same spirits that cause destruction can be sent by God to fulfill his purpose. Something that shocked me is finding out how people can unknowingly open doors to these evil spirits. I remember practices such as the occult, reading magic books, participation in spiritualist cults as open doors for demons to enter my life and that of any person. I also thought of hereditary demons, those that have been present in past generations and that continue to affect families. These demons transmitted from parents to children lead families to ruin until the fourth generation. Despite all this, Christ appeared to undo the works of the devil and break the curses.
Jesus came to free us from those evil spirits and to offer us a new life in him. We must also be careful with what we consume, and we watch horror movies, television programs with strange and dark content, and magic books are doors open for these demons to enter life, affecting even my children who could suffer nightmares and night terrors. To be free from these spirits, crying out to God with all my heart is essential.
It was then that I remembered my own experience when I cried out to God with all my being and the demons that tormented me finally left. I have often been asked how I managed to get the hatred out of my heart and I always answer that this hatred was a spirit that left when I accepted Christ in my life. Just as when a property occupied by someone who is not the owner is sold, the occupant has to evict it, in the same way when Christ enters your life the demons that occupied it have to leave because they no longer have authority. It is important to know how Satan causes ruin in the world. Isaiah 14 verse 1 says you weakened the nations. The enemy creates the economic crisis and bad political administrations so that people get tired of governments and seek the government of the Antichrist.
Everything is prepared by the enemy so that humanity in its desperation accepts a universal government under the control of the Antichrist. The enemy is cunning, getting people to believe in God but not to give themselves completely to him. When he spoke to me he did not bring me closer to God but rather he distanced me further. He told me that the best plan to deceive humanity was to make them believe in God but to never take the step of giving themselves completely to him. Some demons suggested killing me, but he knew that the blood of the martyrs only produces more believers. This revelation deeply shocked me. I realized how the enemy had tried to keep me trapped making me postpone my surrender to God again and again, but finally I understood that I could not wait any longer, I had to give myself completely to Jesus and stop postponing my salvation.
I, Brother Fernando Cubillas, was freed by Jesus and since then I have been stealing souls from the enemy, the same one who tried to keep me under his control. Now see how by the grace of God I am a preacher of his word helping others find the truth in Christ. It is wonderful to see how the power of God transforms lives, and if today you have given your life to Jesus, begin to walk in this new freedom, trusting in his guidance and in the power of the Holy Spirit. Dear brothers and sisters, if this testimony has strengthened your faith and touched your hearts, I encourage you to like and share these words with family, friends, and on your social networks. Spread this message both among believers and those who have not yet found Christ so that they can be transformed by these revelations and God can open their spiritual eyes, leading them to repentance and salvation in Jesus. If this message resonated with you and nourished your spirit, please share it. May God bless you.