This is a real testimony from the life of the former occultist, magician, sorcerer and Satanist of the highest rank, John Ramirez.
"Do not participate in the fruitless works of darkness, but also expose." (Eph 5:11)
I grew up in the area where I first witnessed a murder. I was a little boy and saw murder after murder, and in order to survive on the streets of the South Bronx you have to be a murderer. You have to be smart and dexterous.
From my father's side, all relatives were witches and sorcerers. We ourselves lived in witchcraft and made a contract with the devil personally. When I was 8-9 years old, I saw my father enter the room and worship the devil and I felt his presence. My father worshiped and spoke in other - demonic tongues.
I went to church and learned witchcraft from witches who spent 30-50 years in this religion. They trained me how to talk with the spirits of the authorities, with the spirits on earth and with the devil. Not everyone can talk to the devil in person, you have to earn this right.
One day, a small group of people with the pastor came to the courtyard where I was playing with friends. When they started singing songs, people from the yard gathered around them. There was an amazing atmosphere of joy, and I stood with a broken heart and my family. This pastor was talking about a book called the Bible. He told how God loves each of us.
For the first time in my life, I was deeply involved. I thought, “Wow… maybe God loves me? Maybe He wants to touch me, my family and change everything? I said good. I want and can get it. I really needed it. Then, for the first time, I felt incredible love that cannot be described. At that moment, the pastor began to lay hands on people and pray for them.
I thought, “Now it's my turn. Now he will touch me. Now Jesus will accept me and show me what love is. But the pastor walked by, did not touch or lay hands on me. And then I thought, “My father didn't love me, Jesus doesn't love me either.
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Jesus loves the fact that my mother is being beaten, that my brother and I go to bed hungry, he loves that there is no warmth in our apartment, and that my brother and I are despised and mistaken for losers at school.” I thought that this guy Jesus is no different from my father. And then I went home sad and broken.
Starting a life with the devil
I remember a week or two later, I was in the schoolyard and was walking with friends, when suddenly I heard something fall to the ground. It was a voodoo necklace made up of many colors. I picked it up and put it on myself. This step was my first contact with the devil.
After that, my mother and I went to read tarot cards. I was 10 years old and I remember this witch's eyes that were focused on me. And one day she suddenly said: "This boy - we need him." Santeria (the cult of devil worship) needed me. She put a lot of fear on my mother that if she didn’t give me to them, I would lose my sight in 30 days. She sold all the furniture in the house to get $ 250 for my first ceremony.
Thus, they initiated me towards darkness. It was then that the devil appeared and accepted the offer to take my life. The witches put 5 beads around my neck and said: "They will be your spiritual guides, your guardian angels and will take care of your life."
All my childhood was stolen. It consisted of worshiping the devil and going to the church of demons from 7 pm to 5 am.
I learned what spirit owns the regions, who controls this power, how to direct the powers. By the time I was 13, I was practicing my body astral. I left my body and went to the New York regions and cast curses.
Sent spirits of prostitution, drug addiction, murder, suicide, homosexuality and demonic spirits to different areas. I knew how to release this perfume. By the age of 15-16, I went to hospitals and let in the spirits of death so that the sick would die. This is how I wanted to raise my rank to become the greatest devil worshiper in town.
The devil has become my daddy. He replaced my father for me, because I prayed and asked to kill him. By the age of 33, my father had been shot. Then the devil told me: "I replaced the old in order to keep the new."
I rose to the rank of devil worshipers and above the power of any demons. I could see him. He appeared in the form of a man, entered the room and I could communicate with him all night. He gave me assignments - I went to different clubs to recruit people towards darkness.
I told people their destinies, the things they did, the things that would happen to them. I killed animals and drank their blood every week. If I didn't have time to buy animals, I cut myself and drank my blood. Many were with me in this demonic world - doctors, lawyers, people in government, judges, police officers and even famous singers, they were all in witchcraft.
I led the spiritual authorities in certain regions. Did not give people the opportunity to be saved. Sometimes, obsessed and drunk, stood in the middle of the street and said to God: “Come down. Do you want me to hit you in the face? Do you want me to spit in your face? Come and fight me."
I got married on Halloween. I had a demonic wedding. All demons and spiritual authorities from all regions of the world came to my wedding and baptized it. I sent out invitations, but not a single person came to her. They were just afraid of me. My wife was a witch, I was a sorcerer, and we also trained our daughter in witchcraft.
All who are not protected by Christ, an easy target for the devil
One day a woman came up to me and said: “My husband is deceiving me, I want you to kill the woman with whom he spends time. Curse her and kill her. How much will you charge me?"
A few days later I spoke to the devil and said that she would die in 21 days. And when the woman came again, I told her the amount - $ 10,000. She agreed and when she was about to leave she said: "By the way, that woman, a Christian."
Then I told her: “Then I will kill her for free, I don’t need this money. I will teach these Christians a lesson! I started doing Voodoo. 21 days passed, a month passed, but the woman did not die. I was surprised. I cried out to the devil. I doubled my witchcraft so that she could die in one night. But in vain.
And one night the devil appeared in the room. He told me, "We must interrupt our plan for the woman you want to kill." I asked: “Why? My reputation is at stake. " Then the devil told me:
You do not understand! The God she serves said to leave her alone and not touch her. I was very angry and wanted to take another week to kill her, but the devil repeated, "God said to leave her alone."
I took symbols from books to conjure, to make people go crazy. He put a curse on people so that they could get diseases from nowhere, get sick with cancer. Cursed to have abortions. All night long I prayed and talked to the devil. And Christians cannot go to Church or pray for one hour.
The spiritual world is more real than the physical, but we do not see this. And whatever was not protected by Jesus Christ was an easy target to attack. For example, atheists, Jehovah's Witnesses - I could kill easily. People who did not believe in the existence of the devil were also easy prey, since they did not seek spiritual protection.
Everyone in my area was afraid of me that I would kill them all. They called me "son of the devil." Sometimes I could even touch Christians because they were not strong in God. They did not pray, did not fast, had no connection with God. There was only a kind of godliness, but there was no strength.
In the demonic church, every year we had a gathering of all sorcerers and witches to determine what spiritual authorities we need to invoke and establish. We were more organized than the church of Jesus Christ.
Jesus cross saved me from hell
Once I decided to take a vacation from witchcraft and for this the devil punished me by depriving me of my sight for one year. When I dedicated myself again to the devil, he gave me back my sight. In such a world I lived - if you do not serve the devil, he will kill you or your family. Sometimes when Christians do bad things, only the grace and mercy of God keeps them.
Once, I watched a show where people fought each other and it made me laugh. But suddenly I heard the words: "Son, I'm coming soon, what are you going to do with your life?" A clear voice swept across the room. I thought it was a TV, but it couldn't be. I knew the voice of the devil, and it was definitely not him. This voice was different, it was from nowhere. It came from the air. I was shocked!
Then I saw a vision from the other side of the apartment. The sky was on fire and people were on their knees. I saw people fleeing from the fire, they wanted to hide, but there was no place. And I thought, why am I watching this? And he refused to look further.
And I remember when I went to bed, I had a vision again. I was on the train full of people. This train was traveling faster than you can imagine and went straight to hell. Jesus Christ sent me to hell. When the doors of hell opened, there was an unbearable echo, there was a heat that came from nowhere, I felt like I was suffocating.
These people on the train had no faces, but I could see their fear. They knew they were going where they would never return. I thought, "I cannot die here, I was not born for this." After getting off the train, I tried to find the tunnel. I was running trying to find a door or window. I thought there might be a big gap here somewhere so that I could go back to reality. But there was nothing there. The more I ran through the tunnels, the more fear enveloped me.
I heard the torture of people. In hell, darkness and fear envelop you. I remember I couldn't even see the palm of my face. But I heard sobs. Have you ever heard a baby and an animal cry at the same time? It was such a sob that I cannot describe. There was a heat and a stench like the gutters of New York, but much worse.
I went to a part of the tunnel and the devil appeared there. He said, “I was your dad. I courted you, I blessed and protected you, killed people for you, did everything. Gave you strength, a name in the kingdom of darkness. When people went against you, I destroyed them, because I knew that you would be my tool to advance my kingdom on Earth. And now you want to leave and betray me?"
He spoke it in a demonic language and I answered him in the same language, saying no, I will not leave you, I just got confused. He continued, “I know you want to leave me and expose my religion. Who I am and how I act in spiritual reality. I told you things that I never told anyone. I trusted you and wanted to use you powerfully for my kingdom."
After these words, he wanted to grab me, but as soon as he moved, the Cross of Jesus Christ appeared. I didn't even understand how the one-meter-high Cross appeared in hell. I directed him at the devil, and he just melted, became like a baby. He just fell to the floor. I took advantage of this and ran into the inside of the tunnel, hoping to find some kind of door. My hope was gone, I thought it was the end.
Suddenly the devil appeared again and said: "Now I will destroy you." Then I told him that I have marks on my body to protect myself and destroy it. He replied: “Silly, I gave you these signs, they say that I own you. You do not belong to anyone but me, and you will serve me or die. " And when he again tried to grab me to destroy me - the Cross reappeared in hell.
There is no higher love than the Cross, which appeared in hell for a sinner like me. And as David says: “If I go up to Heaven - You are there, if I go down to Hell - You are there too” (Psalm 139: 8). Grace and mercy knew my position. They had a plan for my life, through my contempt for demonic, arrogant, selfish ways, when I was almost destroyed in hell. Jesus Christ loved me and said:
I have a plan for you. I love you more than you can imagine. And He showed it to me in hell. When I woke up, my soul returned back to my body, and I knelt before Christ.
I had $ 10,000 worth of witchcraft at home. I threw everything away. People wanted to kill me because I knew too much and was no longer one of them. But they didn’t succeed. The demons tortured me at night for 30 days. They grabbed me by the throat, lifted me out of bed and choked me. They wanted to take my soul and steal my consciousness. I cried, I didn't know how to pray. I just shouted, "Jesus, Jesus."
Once, I was in church, praying, and asked God: "Why did You allow this suffering into my life?" And He answered: "I wanted to see how you love Me, how much you hope in Me." After that, I was never tormented by the devil again.
Now I am an Evangelist. I have been serving God for 14 years now and I will not exchange anything in the world with this. I know that one day the Lord will say, “Welcome home. Well done, faithful servant! Now He is my Lord, my beginning and end. No weapon can defeat me. Nothing in the world can separate me from God. I decided everything. Now I have a new Pope who sits high above the universe and He loves me more than I can imagine. And now I can give this love to my daughter, who is born again, and I know that the Lord will use her in great ways.
And before I leave this earth, people will know that John Ramirez was here because he served the Great God. Amen!
