Growing up in the Roman Catholic Church, I attended parochial schools and sometimes went to Mass six days a week. But I lost faith in the church when, later in life, I found myself divorced with two small children and excluded from communion and the other sacraments.
My twin sister urged me to attend her church and gave me a copy of The Book. At age 31, for the first time in my life, I began reading the Bible.
At the same time, a close friend persuaded me to see a psychic, and I soon became hooked. I was enchanted with the New Age movement because it made me feel as if I had special powers and was in control of my destiny. At church, I felt like an outsider–a divorced single mom in the midst of all those happy families.
For two years, I convinced myself I could go to church and visit my psychic. My Christian friends urged me to stop this practice, but I was deceived.
When I finally got the courage to talk to my minister, he didn’t condemn me but asked me to consider how many times the psychic had been wrong about a prediction. Tears streamed down my face as I asked God to take away the confusion.
The Holy Spirit opened my heart to the errors and the evil that had entered my life. He also showed me a pattern of misfortune and sickness that coincided with my involvement in the New Age movement.
That night, I accepted Christ as my Savior and the only counselor I needed. Initially I was ashamed of my involvement in the occult, but now I can share my story openly, letting others know that they too can be free, that Jesus will show them the way and that He is never wrong!
The Western Journal 
Troy Anderson 
