A passionate warning about the spiritual dangers hidden in modern entertainment, especially content consumed without discernment or prayer. The author shares personal experiences and visions showing how seemingly harmless shows, especially anime and cartoons, have become spiritual gateways that bind and oppress many, particularly youth. Through deliverance, prayer, and bold preaching, lives have been transformed, families awakened, and chains broken. The message is clear: this is not a call to religion, but a call to holiness, obedience, and urgent repentance in light of the end-time judgment. The author emphasizes that now is the time to wake up, purify the home, and live fully for Christ, no matter the cost.
THE SPIRITUAL AWAKENING
It was early in the morning, exactly at 3:07 a.m., when something woke me up with a force that was not natural. I opened my eyes, but the darkness in the room seemed denser than usual, as if a living shadow covered the walls. I felt a weight on my chest, a cold and oppressive presence. I was not alone—I knew that the spiritual realm had invaded my room. I tried to pray, but my voice was breaking. It was then that a deep, mocking voice spoke to me without moving its lips: “Do you want to know who is behind your favorite hero? Do you think it's all fantasy?”
I froze. In my mind, a clear image of Goku appeared—the character I had followed for years. But this time his eyes did not reflect bravery, but darkness. Since I was a child, I grew up with Dragon Ball. I admired Goku’s power, his constant struggle to excel, his bravery. I even imitated his movements, screamed like him—he enveloped me in his energy. I thought it was just fun, something innocent. I never imagined I was opening a dangerous spiritual door.
A week before that night, I had begun a fast, seeking more of God, longing for direction and revelation. I didn't expect what was coming. Each night, the dreams became more intense—shadows, deformed figures, eyes watching me from corners. The spiritual atmosphere became dense, as if I had disturbed something that didn’t want to be revealed.
That night, I was taken in spirit to a dark place. I don’t know if it was a dream or a vision, but I experienced it as if I were there. A gray desert, without light or wind. On the horizon, a hunched figure approached, floating—not walking. When it stopped in front of me, its face was a mixture of beauty and horror. “I inspired your favorite warrior,” it said with a poisonous smile.
CONFRONTING SATAN
I couldn’t speak. It was Satan, and I knew it. His presence was suffocating, his gaze pierced my soul. He raised a hand and, as if projecting a movie, showed me scenes of the creative process behind Goku. I saw rituals, symbols, creators surrounded by Buddhist, Hindu, and occult figures. I saw fire, invocations, and pacts.
“Goku isn’t just a character,” the entity whispered. “He’s a channel. He’s the messianic figure followed by thousands of young people. I designed him that way—powerful, humble, brave—but without God. A savior without a cross, a hero without redemption.” I felt like vomiting everything I admired for years. Now I saw it as a veil of deception.
I remembered 2 Corinthians 11:14, “And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.” That was Goku—a mask, constructed to appear noble but laden with spiritual symbolism alien to Christ. He wasn’t a warrior of light. He was an instrument of seduction, disguised as self-improvement.
I saw how millions of children and adolescents, even Christians, shouted “Kamehameha”, not knowing they were imitating an energy channeling based on Qi, a spiritual concept from the East rooted in esotericism. It’s not fiction—it’s doctrine disguised as entertainment.
The scene changed. I saw myself in front of a child’s television. Behind me, a shadow fed on me. Satan looked at me and said, “Thank you for letting us in. You opened the door.” I cried. I felt guilty. I had given years of my life to something that didn't come from heaven, but from the abyss.
A LIGHT APPEARS
At that moment, a light appeared, and a sweet but powerful voice said, “Wake up, son.” It was the Holy Spirit. I felt covered by peace that contrasted with the horror before. I saw myself falling to my knees, repenting, crying, trembling, and being set free.
I went to the room where I kept my anime-related things. I destroyed all my discs, figures, and posters—not because someone forced me to, but because I understood I was contaminated. I did it out of obedience and love for the truth. I read Deuteronomy 18:10–12 and wept even more: “Let no one be found among you who practices divination or a soothsayer… For anyone who does these things is an abomination to the Lord.” The anime I loved so much was full of elements forbidden by God. I had been deceived for years.
From that night on, my life changed. The Lord opened my eyes. I understood that not everything that entertains is harmless. The enemy is cunning, disguising himself with narrative aesthetics and charisma, but his goal is always to divert, confuse, and destroy. Today, I warn you with tears in my eyes: Be careful what you consume. There is content designed to entertain the soul while it contaminates the spirit. If Christ is not the center, there is likely darkness behind it.
What seems innocent may be a subtle trap. Revelation 18:4 resounds in my heart: “Come out of her, my people, so that you will not participate in her sins.” It's time to cleanse our houses, our eyes, and our minds. Christ is coming soon. May He not find you entertained with idols while the trumpets sound.
SPIRITUAL WARFARE AFTER DELIVERANCE
After that day, my spirit entered an intense war. The enemy tried whispering lies: “You’re exaggerating, it was just a cartoon, everyone watches it.” But the voice of the Spirit was stronger: “I showed you the truth. Don’t go back like a dog to its vomit.” I began to notice things I had previously ignored. Every time I passed by a comic book store, I felt oppression and sadness. The spiritual atmosphere was charged. It wasn’t about the objects, but about what they represented—poses and symbols exalting a power that didn’t come from God.
One day, while praying, I had a vision. I saw a large crowd, blindfolded, walking toward a cliff. They carried dolls, books, cell phones, consoles. They were laughing, singing anime songs, but didn’t see the abyss before them. Behind the crowd were demonic entities disguised with a childlike aesthetic, mocking and shouting: “More followers! More souls for the fire!” I felt an urgency to warn, to speak without fear.
Since then, every time I share this testimony, I feel the support of heaven. I don’t seek fame or attention, but I know many young people are trapped in chains that seem colorful but bind the soul. The enemy doesn’t need you to hate God; it’s enough for you to love what separates you from Him.
I began to investigate and discovered that many creators of anime and manga openly confessed their connection to Eastern philosophies, mystical practices, and transcendental meditation. Some even spoke of entities that inspired them in dreams. The Holy Spirit said, “There is the source.” One of the most powerful characters in the Goku universe is Beerus, the God of Destruction. How is it possible that millions of children admire a god of destruction?
MODERN IDOLATRY
At what point did it become normal to play with the divine—to represent it in a pagan way? Romans 1:25 explains it clearly: “They exchanged the truth of God for a lie, honoring and worshipping creatures rather than the Creator…” That is the heart of the matter: modern idolatry. It’s no longer gold or wood; now it's disguised as pop culture.
I was criticized, called an old-fashioned religious fanatic, even by fellow believers. But I don't care—I prefer to appear crazy to men than lukewarm to the Creator. The fire of hell is real, and no entertainment is worth a lost eternity. I had to break friendships, distance myself from groups, and close social media accounts that shared unclean content. It was painful, but necessary.
Christ said in Matthew 5:29, “If your eye causes you to sin, pluck it out.” He was serious, and I took Him seriously. The more I distanced myself from the world, the more clarity I received. Scriptures became alive.
I began to minister to young people trapped in this content. Some wept, confessing insomnia, panic attacks, and suicidal thoughts. The enemy doesn’t need to possess a body—he just needs to influence the mind through ideas, images, and concepts. That’s why 2 Corinthians 10:5 tells us to take every thought captive to the obedience of Christ.
I’m not saying every cartoon is demonic, but I affirm that specific content is created with a dark spiritual intention. Without discernment, we become easy prey. When I first shared this testimony in a church, a teenage girl stood up crying. She confessed to attempting suicide after watching certain series. She heard voices urging her to self-harm and had begun guided meditations by animated characters. That day, we prayed for her.
THE POWER OF GOD PREVAILS
She was set free. She fell to the ground under the power of the Spirit, screamed, and trembled. A battle was fought for her soul, but Christ won. From that moment on, she was a new person, and served the Lord with joy. Glory to God.
This culture is steeped in pagan symbols. We cannot drink from the cup of the Lord and the cup of demons. You cannot stand in the middle. I am not telling you to believe it blindly—pray, ask for discernment, examine everything in the light of the Word. Do not conform to what everyone else does. The narrow path is not popular, but it is the only one that leads to life. If you are feeling uncomfortable, it is because the Spirit is speaking to you. Do not ignore it. The enemy does not want you to wake up, but Christ wants to free you. This testimony is not to condemn you, but to free you from blindness.
ONLY JESUS IS WORTHY
Today I proclaim with authority: only Jesus is worthy of admiration. Only He conquered death, only He shed blood for you. Only He is the true Savior. **Goku, Superman, Buddha, Krishna—**all are false idols. There is only one King—Jesus Christ, the Son of the living God. Wake up, Church. Time is short. The battle is real. We can't play with the occult and expect blessings.
Anime, like many forms of entertainment, can be a channel for the question. The question is not whether it entertains, but who it glorifies. Jesus said, “Whoever is not with me is against me, and whoever does not gather with me scatters” (Matthew 12:30). There is no spiritual neutrality. I understood that the world wants to mix everything—light with darkness, truth with lies, holiness with sensuality.
GOD DEMANDS PURITY
But God does not share His glory. He demands total surrender, purity, and devotion. Everything that competes for your heart, He will ask you to surrender it. Are you willing to give up your idols? Are you prepared to face rejection for the sake of truth? Because following Christ has a price—and one of them is leaving what we love. If it distances us from Him, there is no anime or game worth your soul.
Jesus Christ is more beautiful, more powerful, more real than any fictional character. He does not need transformation because He is already perfect. He doesn’t fight for fame or power—He is already King over all creation. He seeks to be worshiped not out of force, but out of love.
And today, as I write these lines, I know someone will read them with tears, because the Spirit is touching your heart. It is no coincidence that you are here. God is calling you, not to condemn you but to rescue you from deception. He has eternal plans with you—don’t trade them for temporary entertainment.
After sharing my experience with more people, they began to write to me from different countries—young pastors, parents, all distressed, all with similar stories: nights without peace, children with nightmares, rebellious teens, dark atmospheres in homes after watching certain content. I was the first to break the silence.
FALSE SPIRITUAL INFLUENCES
A young man from Colombia told me that every time he saw Goku transform into Super Saiyan, he felt an energy run through his body. At first, he thought it was excitement, but then he began to have lucid dreams—floating, controlling fire, and repeating unknown languages. What seemed harmless had become a direct spiritual connection.
I remembered Revelation 12:9: “The great dragon was cast out… who deceives the whole world.” That dragon is not only in the Bible—it now appears on screens, in games and cartoons, disguised in adventure makeup.
I learned of another young man who became obsessed with Ultra Instinct, a technique of spiritual perfection. He began practicing yoga, tantric breathing, opened portals, and began to see shadows and lose control of his mind. The saddest part: church leaders dismissed it. “It’s not that big a deal,” they said. But while they slept, their sheep were being devoured—not through violent possession, but spiritual numbness.
Satan no longer needs to attack with violence when he can entertain you to death. At a conference, a woman cried and confessed her son had changed radically after watching certain anime—aggressive, disobedient, screaming with another voice. We prayed and rebuked—and the child was delivered.
Jesus said in John 10:10: “The thief comes only to steal, kill, and destroy. I have come that they may have life.” Today, the enemy doesn’t enter through the door—he enters through Wi-Fi.
It’s not just Goku. There’s an entire army of characters representing gods, spirits, and esoteric concepts—Naruto with his sealed demonic fox, Luffy with his magical fruit powers, Knights of the Zodiac dressing in pagan constellations—all connected to dangerous spiritual sources.
I’m not saying this out of empty religion, but from revelation and experience. I was blinded, trapped, seduced. But there is no real power outside of Christ. Everything else is a shadow, a cheap imitation, a copy without redemption.
Many ask: “What do I do if I’m already tied to it?” My answer: Run to Jesus. Confess. Renounce. Clean your house. Fast. Break pacts. Delete content. Destroy objects. Don’t negotiate with the enemy. He has no mercy—but Christ does.
GOD REPLACES WHAT YOU SURRENDER
Every object you give up out of obedience, God replaces with something eternal. Every series you abandon out of conviction, He replaces with purpose. You are not losing—you are gaining freedom, making space for the sacred, being set apart.
Ephesians 4:27 exhorts us to not give place to the devil, but many unknowingly do when they consume without discernment. Every click, every subscription, every t-shirt with demonic images is an open invitation to darkness.
I don’t speak from hate, but from pain. I see a generation trapped, disconnected from the divine, saturated with hollow images, entertained by hell. And while the church stays silent, I cannot. If God showed me, it is to denounce. If I was rescued, it is to testify.
One night, while praying for direction, the Lord showed me an army of young people with fiery swords. They were not perfect, but radical. They had scars but no shame. They had come from mud, but shone like stars. The Spirit told me, “They are those who have not been defiled by modern idols.”
THE CALL TO HOLINESS
This call is not for everyone—it’s for the brave, for those willing to lose popularity to gain holiness, for those who choose to be different, not in pride but obedience. The narrow path still leads to heaven. It’s not easy—there will be mockery, loss, rejection. I lived it. But there is also glory, joy, and fire—not Bills's destructive fire, but the altar’s purifying fire.
A fire that does not burn flesh, but burns sin. A fire that transforms from within. Today I look back and don’t recognize myself. I was a slave with a free smile, a prisoner on the inside. Now I am another person. My identity is not in a fictional character, but in the Lamb who overcame.
My strength does not come from transformation, but from the Holy Spirit that dwells in me. And if you are reading this, it is no coincidence. God is calling you—not to fear, but to open your eyes, to make an eternal decision, to embrace the light, today, because tomorrow may be too late.
That same night, after praying with tears, I felt a peace beyond human words. It was as if an invisible burden lifted from my back. I slept soundly for the first time in years—no shocks, no shadows, no chains. I had been set free, not by myself, but by the power of the blood of Christ.
The Holy Spirit prompted me to read Isaiah 52:11: “Depart, depart, come out, do not touch anything unclean; come out from among them; purify yourselves, you who carry the vessels of the Lord.” That Word pierced me like a sword. I understood I must not only stay away, but also remain pure.
I made the decision to consecrate my life without reservation. I could no longer live half-heartedly. I couldn’t have a Bible in one hand and a demonic figure in the other. I couldn’t raise my hands on Sunday and entertain myself with pagan things.
GOD DOES NOT SHARE HIS TEMPLE WITH IDOLS
On Mondays, God does not share His temple with idols. Weeks went by, and something beautiful began to happen. People who had rejected me began to write to me in secret. They wanted to know more. They had doubts and conviction. Some asked me for prayer. Others simply cried when reading my story. I knew the testimony was not mine; it was from the Spirit. Every message I received was a confirmation. I had lost nothing; on the contrary, I had gained an eternal purpose. He wanted my soul in exchange for entertainment, but Christ redeemed her with His precious blood. I was bought at a great price. I no longer belong to myself.
THE DECEPTION FALSE HEROS
I remembered Goku again, but this time not with nostalgia but with discernment. I clearly saw the deception: the model of man without God, a savior without a cross, a warrior without redemption. He was the antithesis of the gospel, a reflection of the beast that seeks worship without sacrifice. I thought of the multitudes who shout his name, who venerate him, who imitate him. All of this reminded me of Revelation 13:4: "They worshiped the dragon who had given authority to the beast, and they worshiped the beast, saying, 'Who is like the beast? Who can make war with him?'" The parallel was terrifying. The figure of the modern hero has been fabricated to replace Christ in the hearts of a generation. They no longer seek the Messiah who died and rose again. They seek the warrior who transforms, who fights without limits, who makes them feel powerful without the need for holiness. But that path leads to death—a slow death disguised in colors, with music, laughter, and merchandising. A death that begins in the soul and ends in eternity.
That's why I cry. That's why I write. That's why I won't be silent. Wake up before it's too late. A pastor called me exaggerated. He said God didn't meddle in such small matters. But the same God who ordered idols to be destroyed in the Old Testament is still holy. The same God who asked His people for purity hasn't changed. He's not part of the culture—He's a consuming fire.
I decided to go further. I began to intercede for those who are still blinded. I wept for them. I groaned in prayer. I felt God’s heart broken by a generation that has exchanged the glory of the incorruptible God for empty caricatures. He doesn't hate them, He loves them, but His justice is real.
GOD IS SEPARATING HIS REMNANT
One night in the middle of prayer, I heard in my spirit: I am separating my remnants—those who did not bow their knees to Baal, those who did not worship the dragon, those who did not exchange truth for lies. I felt fire, I felt urgency, I felt called. Since then, my mission is clear: warn, unmask, cry out. It doesn't matter if they call me crazy. It doesn't matter if I lose followers. I'd rather lose men than lose the anointing. I'd rather be ridiculed on earth than ignored in heaven.
I no longer live to please the world. I've seen deliverances, young people being restored, children prophesying after being cleansed, entire families burning impure objects. That's not produced by fear; it's produced by the Spirit, when it finds surrendered hearts willing to be completely transformed. God is raising up an unmixed generation. They won't be popular, they won't be understood, but they will be holy. They will walk with fire in their eyes, with swords in their mouths, with truths in their chests. They will be light in the midst of chaos. They will be living signs.
If you're reading this far, you've already been touched. You can't go on like this. This is your time. Break with everything that binds you. Free your house, your mind, your soul. There's no excuse. There's no time. The prophetic clock is ticking. The trumpets are about to sound. Jesus is coming for a pure, spotless Church—without hidden idols, without ties disguised as hobbies. He will not come for those who almost sanctified themselves, but for those who lived as if He were real—every day. Today is the day to cut all impure ties, to erase, burn, renounce—not out of fear but out of love, not out of legalism but by fire, not out of religion but out of conviction.
THE LAMB DESERVES EVERYTHING
The Spirit is calling you. Do not harden your heart. The One who died for you deserves everything, not a part. Not one day a week, not an empty prayer. He gave His blood. You will give Him your entertainment. You will give Him your screen. You will consecrate your eyes to Him. That is also worship. Christ does not share the throne with any character. There is only one name that saves, there is only one King who comes, there is only one eternal throne, and He is not in Japan. He is in heaven, surrounded by angels waiting for the day of redemption. His name is Jesus, and He calls you.
Today, since I began to speak about this openly, the darkness began to resist more strongly. I had dreams where demons watched me with hatred. Some tried to suffocate me, others whispered names in ancient languages. But every time I mentioned the blood of Christ, they fled like rats from the light. The name of Jesus still has power.
One day, while I was praying in the early morning, the Spirit showed me a map. Red dots lit up like open sores. Each dot was a house, a school, a church where the enemy had infiltrated his poison through entertainment. The pain in God’s heart was palpable. I felt myself fainting under its burden. I realized that this wasn't just a choice of tastes; it was a war for the soul of a generation.
WHAT YOU CONSUME SHAPES YOU
Cartoons, TV shows, games—all of this had been carefully designed to occupy the space that belongs to the Word, to prayer, to intimacy with God. The enemy doesn't seek your entertainment; he seeks your devotion. A discerning spiritual leader once told me something I’ll never forget: “What you consume shapes you. What you admire transforms you. What you repeat consecrates you.” That phrase was like a mirror.
I saw myself repeating phrases from fictional characters for years while my Bible gathered dust. Goku had been quoted more in my mouth than Jesus. His image was on my clothes, on my wallpaper, in my notebooks. And where was Christ? Cornered, silenced, ignored. I had replaced Him with a modern idol. I didn’t physically kneel before him, but my heart did.
The Holy Spirit doesn't compete with noise. He waits to be sought in secret, in the holy. But when we replace Him with constant entertainment, when we prefer a series rather than His presence, we are saying with our actions who our true Lord is.
DAILY TRAINING IN HOLINESS
From that moment on, I began to wage spiritual warfare. Every morning, I declared that my mind belonged to Christ, that my eyes would be clean, that my thoughts would be filtered by the Word. It was a daily training, not easy, but necessary. Because if you don't rule your mind, someone else will.
Many people wrote to me to make fun of me. They told me I was crazy, that I saw demons in everything. But I didn’t see demons—I saw the consequences: divided families, young people without identity, hypersexualized children, empty teenagers. Where did all that come from? Not from the air, but from what they consumed.
I received spiritual threats. I felt attacks on my body, but I didn't back down because the one who is with me is greater than the one who is in the world. I learned that when you speak the truth, hell stirs—but I also learned that when you are faithful, heaven opens. And I prefer to live under the open sky than in the comfort of silence.
One night, while preaching at a vigil, I felt the Spirit descend with fire. People fell to the ground crying, confessing that they had made unconscious pacts with dark content. Young people broke their cell phones. Others burned t-shirts and dolls. It wasn't emotional manipulation—it was divine conviction. In the midst of that atmosphere, I saw a boy of barely ten years old raise his hands and shout, “Jesus is more powerful than Goku.” His voice trembled, but his face shone with the glory of God. His mother fell to her knees in tears. He had been set free. He no longer needed fiction to feel brave. Now he had an identity in Christ.
That moment sealed something in my spirit. It wasn’t just a testimony; it was a commission. God was calling me to light a fire where there was fog, to raise a trumpet where there was silence, to announce that the King is coming—and that He is coming for a generation that has not bowed down to animated idols.
ONLY CHRIST OFFERS LIFE
Many today seek a savior who will not confront them, who will not demand a cross, who will not ask for holiness. Goku, Naruto, Luffy—they all offer power without surrender, glory without suffering, evolution without brokenness. But that’s a lie. Only Christ offers life, and life in abundance—but through the narrow path. Modern idols don’t bleed for you, they don’t die for you, they don’t intercede for you, they don’t free you from sin. They only entertain you while your soul grows cold.
Only Jesus has the power to give you a new heart. Only He. He is risen. Only He will come a second time. It will not be with chameleons or chakras—it will be with a trumpet and fire. The Bible says in Hebrews 12:14: “Pursue peace with all men, and holiness, without which no one will see the Lord.”
WITHOUT HOLINESS, THERE IS NO SALVATION
Without holiness there is no salvation, without purity there is no glory, without separation there is no presence. God does not ask you for perfection, but for total surrender. He can cleanse what you cannot change. Today I live without chains. I no longer dream of monsters nor feel oppression. My house is an altar, my room is a place of glory. My mind was restored. My eyes now seek the eternal. And it all began the day I said, “Enough. No more idols, no more deception, only Christ.”
I beg you with my heart in my hand, do not despise this message. It was not written to entertain, it was written to awaken. You are on time, you are breathing. That is grace. But that grace has a limit. And when the prophetic clock strikes the final hour, there will no longer be an opportunity. Christ is at the door. He will not come to negotiate, He will come to judge. He will not come to smile at the lukewarm, He will come for the ardent, He will come for those who lived for Him, not for those who used Him as an ornament.
Decide today who you will follow: a drawing that disappears, or the eternal King who lives forever. That night, after preaching with all my heart, I shut myself away and cried, not from sadness, but from spiritual weight. It was as if heaven were making me feel the pain of millions of souls who were still asleep, entertained by a strange fire, seconds from being lost, without even knowing it.
I asked God, “What else can I do?” And I felt deep inside, "Keep talking even if they don't listen. Keep warning." The next day, the enemy attacked hard. A pain in my chest left me breathless. I thought I would die, but the Spirit told me, "Do not be afraid. This is not the end. It is the confirmation." When hell shakes, it is because heaven is working.
I knew I had touched a hidden wound, a lie sustained for decades. Satan does not want his strategy to be exposed, but there is no turning back. In prayer, I saw a generation kneeling, not in front of screens, but before the cross. Young people breaking digital chains, rejecting virtual idols, wiping their eyes with real tears. They were thousands, an invisible army. They did not carry weapons but open Bibles. They did not shout anime phrases, but verses full of power.
THE FINAL MINUTES OF THE ETERNAL CLOCK
The Spirit showed me that we are in the last minutes of the eternal clock. Every second that passes is an opportunity that will not return. The world is heading towards chaos, and many are still intoxicated with fiction. But those who hear this call and turn to the Lord with all their heart will be preserved from the day of wrath.
Remember what Matthew 24:37 says: “But as in the days of Noah, so will be the coming of the Son of Man.” In the days of Noah, people ate and drank, married, and did not understand until the flood came. Today, many laugh, mock, and amuse themselves. But fire will come, not water. The Judge will come, not the Carpenter.
I don’t want to scare you; I want to wake you up. Christ is coming, not for a divided Church, not for distracted believers, not for lukewarm Christians who consume the same things as the world. He will come for those who love Him more than their life, more than their series, more than their hobbies. He will come for those who await His appearing with fear and trembling.
And you? Are you ready? Are you willing to let go of what you love most if that hinders your fellowship with Him? It’s not about religion; it’s about eternity, it’s about salvation. It’s about a battle that you cannot win with your own strength, but with surrender.
If this message confronts you, thank God. It’s a sign that your heart is not yet hardened. It’s a sign that it can still be transformed. There is still time, but that time is running out like sand between your fingers. Do not ignore the voice of the Spirit.
DESTROY EVERY UNHOLY TIE
Destroy the false altars, erase the hidden files, break the silent pacts you made with the darkness. Renounce out loud. Declare to heaven and hell that you and your house will serve the Lord. You will no longer live for the applause of the world, but for the glory of God.
Many will be called. Few will respond. Not all will want to pay the price, but those who do will see His face. They will walk in power, they will speak with authority, they will be burning lamps while others stumble in the darkness.
Remember what Elijah said in 1 Kings 18:21: “How long will you waver between two opinions? If the Lord is God, follow Him; and if Baal is god, follow him.” Go today. I ask you the same question: Who will you serve? The true God or the digital idol that consumes your soul?
I chose Christ. I renounced everything that separated me. I lost things, yes, but I gained life. I lost friendships, but I gained communion. I lost entertainment, but I gained purpose. I no longer walk alone. I walk with fire, I walk with certainty, I walk with an eternal destiny.
You can do the same. Not now, not tomorrow. Later. Kneel where you are. Cry out. Cry if necessary. He hears you. He does not despise a contrite and humbled heart. No matter how far you've gone, He can restore you, cleanse you, use you.
MAKE A NEW COVENANT
Make a new covenant with God, not of words but of obedience. Tell Him: “Lord, forgive me. I was deceived. I fed on spiritual garbage. But today I renounce all of that. Today I give You my mind, my eyes, my time. Today I return to You.”
And when you do, you will feel the same way I felt—heaven touching the earth, the weight of guilt falling to the ground, the voice of the Father saying, “This was My lost son, and he has returned.” Because no matter how far you have fallen, if you cry out, He will raise you up.
From that day forward, rise as a watchman. Speak, warn, share, do not be silent. There are others like you who are still trapped. Your testimony will be the key. He will open prisons. Your words will be hammers that break chains. Your voice will be the echo of His voice.
And when the final day comes, when the trumpets sound, when the heavens open, and the Judge returns with power and glory, you will not fear, because you will have lived in obedience, because you were not defiled, because you chose the truth, even if it cost you everything.
And when you see Him who was pierced for you, you will know that it was worth it. That renouncing the world was not a loss but a gain. That living for Christ was the only decision that made sense. And there, before His throne, there will be no more questions, only eternal worship.
After that last vigil, I understood that I could not stay in my comfort zone. The fire that had descended was not meant to be confined within four walls, but to spread. And just as a fire burns all the dryness, the Spirit showed me that I should take that message where others didn’t dare to enter.
A DIVINE MISSION IN A SECULAR PLACE
I was invited to a secular school to talk about values. Many expected a motivational talk, but the Lord told me, "Speak my truth even if it's not popular." When I mentioned the influence of spiritually contaminated content on the minds of young people, there was silence. Some laughed, but others cried. Seeds were planted. A young woman approached me afterward, trembling, and told me she had repetitive dreams about an anime character who appeared to her at night, speaking in her ear. She thought it was her imagination until she began to self-harm. That afternoon, we prayed. She fell under the power of God. When she got up, she was another person. Her eyes held peace.
I understood that what many call fiction is actually a spiritual door. The enemy doesn't need to convince you with theology; he just needs you to lower your emotional guard, and he does that through visuals, the cuteness, the fun, but behind the color there is darkness. I clearly saw that we are not dealing only with drawings: we are facing ancient spirits camouflaged in new formats. What was previously presented in rituals is now disguised as entertainment. What was once worshipped in pagan temples is now idolized on touchscreens.
ENCOUNTERING SPIRITUAL WARFARE IN CHURCH
In a church I was invited to, while speaking about the testimony, a woman screamed and fell, possessed. When we prayed for her, she said in a distorted voice, "They are ours, we take them, from the moment they open their eyes in the morning." When she was freed, she confessed that her son spent hours watching harmless content while she was working. She didn't know her home was being invaded.
The Bible warns us in 1 Peter 5:8, "Be sober-minded and vigilant, because your adversary, like a roaring lion, walks around, seeking someone to devour." He is not on vacation, not playing, but seeking souls. If you are not vigilant, he enters.
Sometimes people ask me, "Aren’t you exaggerating? Isn’t it too much to say that seeing a drawing can open spiritual doors?" My answer is, isn't it exaggerated that sin entered the world through a single act? The problem has never been the amount, but the disobedience.
THE NEED FOR WATCHMEN, NOT INFLUENCERS
I realized that this generation needs prophets, not influencers. Watchtowers, not comedians. Voices crying out in the media wilderness who dare to say, "Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand," even if they call you crazy, even if they censor you.
I began to disciple young people with a true hunger. Boys who had stopped following anime accounts to follow Jesus with everything. Some broke consoles, others canceled subscriptions. Madness? No, freedom. When one finds the pearl of great price, one gladly leaves everything.
A mother called me in tears to tell me that her son, who previously never left his room, had now enrolled in an evangelism group. What used to lock him up, God used to awaken him. Because when the light enters, darkness has no more space.
Every day that passes, I confirm that the message must be repeated. We can no longer allow silence in the midst of this war. Every time a child turns on a screen, a spiritual battle begins. Who will be interceding? Who will be discerning?
In many churches, this issue continues to be ignored. "We don't want to be religious," they say. But true religion, the one that pleases God, not only visits orphans and widows, but also protects the heart from the pollution of the world (James 1:27).
VISIONS OF SPIRITUAL DARKNESS
I have had visions in the early morning. In one of them, I saw a dark city full of bright lights coming from screens. Each light represented a lie disguised as fantasy. But in the middle, I saw a small flame that did not go out. That flame was the truth. Not many sought it, but it continued to burn. The Spirit told me, "That flame is you and all those who do not sell out." We are not many. Many of us are not famous, but we are burning, and as long as it burns, there will be hope, there will be testimony, there will be power to free those who are captive in illusion.
WHAT CAN YOU DO?
Many ask, what can they do now? The answer is simple but radical: Examine your life. Ask the Holy Spirit if there is anything you must let go of. Don’t justify yourself. Don’t measure your holiness with the rod of the world. God does not change His standards because the culture has changed. Remove idols, renew your mind, fill yourself with the word, replace hours of series with hours in His presence.
Don’t do it out of obligation. Do it out of passion. Because when you taste the eternal, the temporal no longer satisfies you. Don’t allow the dragon hidden in a cartoon to steal your purpose. Don’t settle for fictitious powers when you have access to the power that raises the dead. Stop feeding your soul with poison disguised as glory.
REMAIN VILIGANT AND HOLY
Christ calls you to be different. To be holy. To be light. Not as an option, but as a command. And if you decide to obey, you will see things that others will never see, you will hear things that others will never hear, because the secret of Jehovah is for those who fear Him.
In one of the last vigils I led, while we prayed for young people, the atmosphere became dense. I felt a burden on my spirit, as if something invisible wanted to prevent us from moving forward. It was then the Lord showed me a vision: a generation trapped behind screens, silently screaming, "No." The screens could come out. They weren’t just entertainment—they were bars, cages.
But in the midst of that vision, I also saw a key lit on fire and heard a voice that said, "Witness opens doors, not silences." I understood then that every time I speak, every time I warn, every time someone listens and decides to break with the darkness, a chain falls, a mud bar breaks, a door opens.
A young man confessed to me that he had felt hatred toward me upon seeing one of my messages. He insulted me in his heart, but he couldn’t stop thinking about my words. That night he didn’t sleep. He had dreams with dark figures coming out of his room. When he woke up, he ran to his mother and said, "Mom, I want to leave all that. I want Jesus." Today he serves on the altar with fire.
The enemy tried to silence me many times. They offered me collaborations, invitations to public spaces, but on one condition: that I not speak about this, that I focus on more positive topics. But I understood that what he hates most is having his plan exposed. And I wasn’t born to entertain, I was born to shine.
In moments of loneliness, sometimes the burden is so great that I struggle to breathe, not out of fear but out of compassion. I see thousands marching toward an abyss, unknowingly smiling, dancing, dressing in occult symbols, and not realizing that they are spiritually marked—not because God has rejected them, but because they have embraced deception.
THIS IS SPIRITUAL WARFARE
The Holy Spirit constantly reminds me that this is not against flesh and blood, not against content creators, not against artists or studios, but against powers, principalities, hosts of evil that operate disguised, using visuals to conquer the soul.
When we open the door of our house to certain content, we don’t just allow a story—we allow an atmosphere, and that atmosphere changes the spiritual environment of the home. Suddenly, there are arguments for no reason, sadness without explanation, dark thoughts with no visible origin.
But it all started with a single “It’s just a series.” God has led me to minister in homes where everything seemed perfect until we began to pray, then things manifested—furniture shook, pictures fell, appliances turned off by themselves. It wasn’t fantasy, it was evidence of doors being left open for years.
CHILDREN ARE NOT EXEMPT
I once prayed for a boy who was barely 7 years old. While we were praying, he began to speak in another language, in a deep voice. His mother was crying and said, “But he only watches cartoons.” When the spirit released him, the boy opened his eyes and said, "Now I can sleep." He had been oppressed every night, but no one knew it.
Demons don't enter by announcing themselves; they enter through carelessness, through laughter, through “Nothing happens.” But once inside, they don’t leave alone—only with power, only with blood, only with light, and that light is Jesus Christ, King of Kings, Lord of Lords.
RADICAL IS THE ONLY WAY
I have learned that being radical is the only way to survive spiritually in these times. You cannot negotiate with darkness. You cannot be lukewarm. Revelation 3:16 is clear: "Because you are lukewarm, neither cold nor hot, I will vomit you out of my mouth." Hard, yes—but necessary.
Many want a comfortable gospel, a modern Christ who approves of everything. But that is not the Christ of the Bible. He confronts, He shakes, He purifies, He transforms. He did not come to make you feel good about your idols. He came to destroy them and take their rightful place in your heart.
When one decides to walk in holiness, everything changes. Friendships are reduced, invitations disappear, but heaven’s support increases. The voice of God becomes clearer, His presence more intense, and nothing in this world can compare with that.
Sometimes I walk through the city and see empty faces, young people with headphones, eyes dulled. I approach, I speak, I listen—and there is almost always a root.
THE COST OF UNFILTERED CONSUMPTION
Hours and hours of consuming content without a filter, without discernment, without prayer, and that dries the spirit. It's not about prohibiting for the sake of prohibiting, it's about understanding that the enemy doesn't play. It's about protecting what is most valuable: the soul. It's about living as children of light in the midst of a world that loves darkness. It's about being salt in a land that has lost its flavor.
My longing is to see an ignited generation, young people who fast, who pray, who say no to the corrupt entertainment system that contaminates. Children who prophesy, families who clean their houses spiritually, churches that preach without fear, without filters, without makeup. There is no time for half-truths. Judgment is coming. The prophetic clock is marking the final stretch. Those who do not prepare will remain—not for lack of warning, but for love of the world, like Lot's wife. Many will look back and be turned into salt.
That's why I cry, that's why I write, that's why I insist—not because I think I'm better, but because I was. I was rescued, I was blind, but now I see. I was a slave, but now I am free, and I cannot keep silent about what heaven showed me. Because if I remain silent, even the stones will speak.
And you, who have come this far, are not just one more. You are part of those called. God is awakening you. You are being marked by fire. This is not just a testimony—it is a divine calling, and the answer is in your hands.
After everything I experienced, my heart could no longer remain silent. Every time I saw a young man lost in a sea of empty fantasies, something inside me broke. I knew I couldn't remain silent. While the darkness continued to gain ground, the Holy Spirit urged me to keep going, not to give up, not to give up.
A VISION OF A GENERATION IN CHAINS
I remember one night, while I was praying, the Lord showed me something terrible. I saw an army of young people, all with empty eyes, staring at a screen. They were slaves to what they saw. They couldn't see what was beyond those images. I woke up sweating, my heart racing. The burden was so heavy that I could hardly bear it.
My calling to speak on these issues wasn't easy. People looked at me strangely, as if I were exaggerating. "It wasn't that big a deal," they said. But the truth is, I saw everything more clearly than ever. The fight wasn't against flesh and blood, but against spiritual powers hiding behind every program, behind every cartoon, behind every seemingly harmless movie. The enemy knows how to disguise his traps, and Christians must be alert.
Little by little, I began to see young fruits that previously understood nothing I was saying begin to awaken. Sometimes I saw tears in their eyes. How could it be? The seed had already been planted. Even though not everyone received it, I knew that even though some resisted, the message was making its way into their hearts. The Holy Spirit was at work.
THE COST OF OBEDIENCE
Not everything was easy along the way. I faced criticism, ridicule, even betrayal. People who knew me before began to call me a religious fanatic. Some told me I couldn't be so radical, but what they didn't understand was that it wasn't about radicalism, but about obedience to a divine call, and I couldn't deny what the Lord had shown me.
At first, I thought I was alone in this struggle, but it wasn't like that. God raised up others. I saw how they began to speak more boldly about the danger of spiritual contamination. It was like a collective awakening. I saw young and old, fathers and mothers making the decision to protect their hearts and homes from darkness.
Every time I shared my testimony, something changed in the air. It was no longer just a message; it was an explosion of deliverance. The Spirit touched those who listened. Some fell under the power of God, others felt a burning in their chest. The truth, although uncomfortable, was beginning to do its work. It set the captives free.
I remember a man who told me he had been struggling with addiction to TV shows and video games for years. He had tried everything but couldn't break free. After hearing my testimony, he decided to pray with us. It was a moment of great power. The next day, he called me and said, "I can't believe it, but I no longer feel the need to watch anything. I am free."
In those moments, I understood that every victory, no matter how small, was a defeat for the kingdom of darkness. Every soul that was freed from the slavery of images was a victory for Christ. The battle was being won, even though the enemy never stopped fighting. But I wasn't afraid, because I knew that greater is the one in us than the one in the world.
As the days passed, I began to receive more messages from people who had understood the call. Parents thanked me because they finally understood that their children weren't just watching cartoons, they were being fed lies, poison disguised as entertainment. And the worst part is that many of those parents didn't even know how to intervene.
I remember the story of a girl who had been watching a popular anime every night. She dreamed of strange beings chasing her. When her mother accompanied her to church, the girl was set free in the name of Jesus. She began to smile, and when I asked her what she felt, she said, "The darkness is gone. I'm no longer afraid."
THE POWER OF LIGHT OVER DARKNESS
That's the difference the light makes. What once seemed harmless was now clearly visible. The hidden idols in pop culture were being exposed. I saw how the youth began to reject what was once accepted without question.
It was no longer just about choosing what to watch or what to play, but about understanding that entertainment can be a spiritual gateway. The battle doesn't stop, and the war continues, but now I know I'm not alone.
With each person who joins this fight, an army is formed. An army that stops at nothing. An army that doesn't kneel before idols, that doesn't get caught up in the enemy's lies. An army of brave people willing to fight for the truth, for purity, for freedom.
