My name is Adrian. I’m 61 years old and work as a taxi driver. For a long time, I lived unaware of the spiritual dangers surrounding me—until I became a victim of witchcraft.
While living with my ex-girlfriend, she once called me to the backyard to show me something strange. Buried at the base of the fence, we found a decomposed pomerac fruit. I dug it up and, without thinking much of it, threw it into the ravine behind the house.
Three days later, I fell seriously ill. My entire left side was consumed with unbearable pain. I felt as though I was dying. Desperate, I went to my cousin in Greece, believing someone had done something spiritual against me. She gave me herbal medicine and told me I could bathe in sea water. But when I stepped into the ocean, my body trembled so violently I couldn’t stay in the water for even a second.
Back at home, I could barely move. I couldn’t lift my arm or do anything. That’s when my ex-girlfriend invited me to the Universal Church. There, I received strong prayer, was taught how to use my faith, and how to apply the blessed water and anointing oil.
Through that journey, God healed me. I was delivered from the effects of witchcraft. I later got baptized and became an active member of the very church I once mocked. Today, I serve as an assistant alongside my wife. I’ve received the Holy Spirit, and I live a joyful and faithful life with God.
This is my story. This is my victory.
