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The following is the testimony of Mrs. Lefleur. Pastor and Mrs Lefleur have moved from Victoria to Quebec, to plant a church there; before Quebec removed from the map of Canada. Pastor Lefleur had visited our church recently, he preached on "Who is our neighbour?" It was a very good and biblical message. Mrs Lefleur gave her testimony of how she forsook her witchcraft and turned to God. I believe her testimony can encourgae many people, and I have her permission to print it here.
I was raised in a "religious" home. We had alot of tradition and rituals in our religion but never a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. As devout Catholics, we did not read the Bible - in the 50's the "Church" forbid us to read it. We did not put much "faith" in the Bible - as we were taught that the Catholic church had its "own important books". Therefore, I did not know who Jesus Christ was or what he came to do.
I attended a Roman Catholic grade school and Roman Catholic high school. While in high school, I began to search for answers to some unusual occurrences that had happened in my life. I went to the head of religious instruction at the high school, a priest, and explained the odd experiences to him. He replied that I had experienced nothing more than what is commonly referred to as "psychic phenomenon" and that I had psychic gifts which were God-given, and that I should develop these gifts. So, at the age of 15 or 16, with no real spiritual guidance I became involved with witchcraft - and I was to spend the next 10 years of my life in its bondage.
As a teenager I possessed two "gifts" - I was clairvoyant and I had the ability or "gift" of putting "hexes" or spells on people. I learned very quickly that Satan doesn't give you something for nothing. I learned that with Satan there is a price to be paid but it would be years later before I would come to understand that with Jesus - He has already paid the price. But I did not know that I was actually dealing with Satan, if anything that I thought I was dealing with was Lucifer, who in my mind was something quite different. But we never referred to him as Lucifer, we called him the "Force".
At first, my involvement in the occult was an ego-trip, I was powerful; and in control of my life and the situation at hand. But I learned even in these first few months that a huge price was required in exchange for these gifts. For 10+ years I suffered, among other things, from "side effects". These included seizures, severe regular depressions episodes, suicidal thoughts - then I began hearing voices and fighting with demons. Of course, I did not know that they were demons, but I came to understand just how powerful and mean they could be.
I graduated from university in Nursing - and to this day do not know how I made it through. With the "side effects" and the use of illegal drugs, I had many distractions.
My first job in a hospital was given to me by a supervisor who was, herself as practising witch. My life was a big front. I would walk into that hospital - in my uniform, the picture of someone in control and assured of herself. But inside I was exactly as the Bible describes Satan operations "fear and confusion".
But 1977 the "side effect" had become so stressful that I sought for help in the only place that I knew of - the Roman Catholic church. In October 1977, I had an exorcism performed on me in the St. Peter and Paul Cathedral in downtown Indianapolis, Indiana. It proved totally ineffective and as I walked out of that cathedral that night, with no more peace and truth than when I had entered in. I thought to myself "what a shame that this God out there is no more powerful than the Force that holds me in this bondage". And so I determined to do two things:
1. stay alive as long as possible,
2. try to pursue the search for truth and "clean up" my life style.
In order to kill two birds with one stone, I went overseas as a Catholic medical missionary.
In 1978, with just a verbal consent, I got on a plane and headed for the jungles of Papua New Guinea to work with the German order of the missionary of the Sacred Heart nuns at their mission hospital.
I did not escape anything when I went to that jungle. I had really jumped from the skillet into the fire. The "side effects" from the occult were multiplied in that jungle because the main religion of Papua New Guinea is demon worship. The pressure became greater despite the fact that I was working harder than I ever had in my whole life. Sometimes I would work a 16-hour day and surrounded by death and disease, but not one day would go by with any greater sense of peace or truth. If anything I was fearful of dying, and realized, with that, eternity is hell.
After being there almost two years, I became desperate. Still trapped like a caged bird - suffering the never ending "side effects", I made a threat to God. I told Him "If there is any purpose in my living - there is anything in that book called the Bible - I give you one week to show me." I laughed, wondering, "What can God do in a jungle?"
Three days later, into missionary property walked Brother Frank Auction and his wife Karen, independent Baptist missionaries. Frank had been admitted with Malaria. As I walked through the "European" section of our little hospital I heard his American voice. I was so home sick to hear some American English that I headed toward his room. I hesitated a moment, realizing that the voice belonged to that of a Baptist preacher. Satan gave me the idea that there was a Baptist preacher, I had never even talked to or seen the missionary before that time. To a witch - no one is more hated than a Baptist preacher. I think that Satan gave me the hatred because even Satan knows that Baptist historically, hold closest to the Word of God than anyone else.
But I did go in and met this couple and before learning they invited me to a Bible study. As I attended the Bible study, they showed me, for the first time in my life, who this Jesus was. I saw the Scripture that explained how my sins were laid on Him and He suffered the penalty of my sin. When God's plan of salvation became understood, I asked Jesus Christ to be my Lord and Saviour. When I asked Him to save me I lost all the "gifts" that I had, and all the side effects that I endured for 10 some years were gone, just like that. I did not need a "12 steps" program or any other such program.
The missionaries told me that I needed to "renew" my mind and showed me how to study the Word of God. That Book is powerful enough to change my life. I memorized many, many scriptures. I immediately got baptized and joined the independent Baptist church there in Papua New Guinea that Brother Frank pastored and I grew as a Christian. When I returned to the States I immediately joined an independent Baptist church and stayed faithful and continued studying the Word of God. I have found that many of the other "problems" that I had to deal with after my salvation, such as extreme guilt, returning memories of my occult period, fears of demons returning to take revenge, etc. were taken care of automatically as I made the word of God part of my life. The good church friends were a great support to me - they prayed for me, helped me to occupy my free time. After getting saved I never had a problem wanting to return to occult things, drugs, alcohol or the free life style. The Word of God gave me the power to live for Him. And I know that Jesus Christ can take care of any problem in my life.
