The Testimony of Sheila

Hi! My name is Sheila Broughton and I had a near death experience on 12/21/1977 as a teenager (I was hit as a pedestrian by a drunk driver, flew a house and a half and landed in the middle of the street). The hospital told my parents all had been done and the only thing left to do was pray. While in Intensive Care, I woke up and prayed to God to end my life. The pain was horrible and I was mad at God because I had been taught that He never gives us more than we can handle but He had messed up this time. This was more than I could handle and I wanted to die. A glowing light came closer to me and I heard the words, "No, I didn't lie to you. You can handle this. Go back and heal". I got better quickly and was walking by high school graduation (my goal) and made a complete recovery. I know a lot of people believe seeing or hearing Jesus is a false spirit but no one knows what happens when you're that close to death. I know in my heart it was Jesus comforting me in the worst time of my life. 

It seems like ever since that, the veil was lifted and a door never closed and I have been vulnerable to both good and evil supernatural experiences ever since. In my adult life, I opened myself up to demonic influence by associating with men who practiced dark arts, trying to teach them Christianity because I felt like a warrior, having gotten so close to Jesus during my accident, that I was invincible. But like a co-dependent dealing with an addict, you'll never win alone without God's help. That drug or that demon is too powerful to fight alone. I also have to admit that I had a great curiosity about their beliefs and lack of Christian knowledge, was reading New Age material and doing astral projection meditations... not the strongest armor for a Christian.

It started again in 1988 when I saw a demon with a pony tail of fire who was half man, half woman and positioned himself in a mocking crucifixion pose every time I mentioned Jesus. He told me to draw him so I sketched him for awhile and then he said, "I'll be back." Nothing else happened until 2004, but it was sporadic and not taken seriously; like a Ghost Hunters episode. It was a curiosity more than anything. We had shadow people, and I saw The Hag and a vision of a dead girl in the refrigerator. I also collected 3 nights of EVPs which turned up two nights of silence but a third night of weirdness that scared me to no end. Voices, definite whistling and an angry beast at the end. I resolved to never do an EVP recording again! 

All was quiet for a year and we moved into a bigger apartment in the same complex. I ran up the stairs and shouted to the kids that it was clean - I didn't feel any evil vibes at all. I was so happy. But by 2006, events began happening that escalated into a nightmare that included "virtual surgeries", automatic writing from "them" on the floor, grass and on my skin. It was usually threats against my children or "move" , "get out", "leave" or "you're going to die". One time I asked , "who are you" and it spelled out on the carpet "666". 

I went to my church several times for help. One night I attended a healing service where the priest puts the sign of the cross with holy oil on your forehead. When it was my turn and he did this, my whole body shook so much that it made my dress shake. My body did not like it. Another time, the priest levitated on his tip toes and then off the ground. He said to me, "Pete will have a piece of you too." I left my bible there; I ran out so fast! I believed they had infiltrated the church and I had no where to turn. My family thought I was going crazy and couldn't handle it. Luckily I have a psychiatrist who is spiritual and believes the evil can get in first, causing schizophrenia-like symptoms and he combines medicine with spirituality. I know from reading Paradox Brown's new book (a great read! good job!) "A Modern Guide to Fallen Angels and Demons" that she doesn't believe in pharmaceuticals. My doctor believes in both, seeing that God created man to be smart enough to create these meds to get the dopamine levels back to normal (thrown off the charts by the demons) but God truly stops the demonic obsession. 

One night I tried to befriend "them" by kissing an alien entity on the shower wall. I heard a gasp of horror from somewhere. I got out of the shower and doubled over in faintness. My head cleared and I stood up and heard. "I am you" and I answered, "I know." I got the impression that whatever they did, it was a huge accomplishment for them. I wrote left handed for the next 2 hours and couldn't walk right or chew right... everything didn't fit in my own skin. Everything about me was wrong. After a few hours I was told by them to go lay down. I drifted off to sleep and was back to normal when I woke up.

After an excruciating virtual surgery on my eye and brain, followed by a small seizure and an electronic buzzing of my body, so strong my metal lighter repelled away from me, I saw radio waves off house rooftop satellite dishes and leaned to the left when I walked under street lights and lamps. It was that night that I had what I call the showdown. I went to a hotel so my children would be unaware and I called the spirits out for a final confrontation. I couldn't take the "virtual surgeries" or sexual attacks by familiar spirits any longer. I was on the hotel room balcony looking at the moon and stars and 3 helicopters that just hovered pointed in my direction. Suddenly the sky went black. The moon and stars disappeared but the helicopters remained. I knew it was time so I went inside and laid down on the couch. On the ceiling began a written dissertation about how I hadn't been such a good Christian after-all and yes, it was Satan behind the torment. Just as I was about to give my soul to Satan in return for his promised protection of my children (a lie I realized at the last moment!) Jesus spoke to me and said. "Sheila, you don't have to make a deal with these guys, You and your children are protected." I ended the torment by saying, "I choose Jesus!" The writing disappeared from the ceiling and exhausted, I went home.

We had the house blessed with holy water and a prayer session for added protection and we have been demon-free since then, after a year and a half of torment.

Praise the Lord, we have been demon-free ever since. Searching for support, I found The Curs-ed Net interview with Zen Garcia and I learned about FallenAngels.tv. It was sheer coincidence(?)that I found it on iTunes. When I became a member of FallenAngels.tv, I was overwhelmed to find others like me, especially those who knew that evil could be vanquished by calling on the Lord Jesus Christ.

I have since learned of many other shows and web sites that address this problem and I have learned so much. If I can help even one person deal with this phenomenon, it will make my misery and torment worth while. This is why I want to share my story.
Thank you,
Sheila Broughton