After visiting and leaving a church one typical winter day in 2018, I drove eastward on 135th street in Overland Park Kansas towards Olathe. As I drove toward I-35, I pondered the remainder of the day. Who I would meet, where I would go, what God would show me as I drove. I am always alert while I drive. Looking at every sign, license plate, persons, vehicles and patterns. I look in everything for patterns that God is seeking to share with me to use to minister to and pray for others. While I drove and prayed in tongues, I received message after message from the Holy Spirit. These messages were for the people driving in the other direction, for people walking, and for people in cars next to me. These messages are constant in frequency and the purpose of each message is to receive information in the spirit that most commonly ignore, resist, and reject, but I listen.
While I drove, I pondered my next destination. I was fasting for the past few days and looking for something to soothe my soul, as I had a stressful situation at the church I just left. Because of this, I decided to drive to a local thrift store, one I had commonly visited in the recent past to comfort my once depressed mind. This day I would look for books in the religious book section, the section that until the fall of 2018, I would avoid, because I had never held any interest.
When I arrived, I went through the usual routine of getting out of the car, entering the store, navigating the situation with the Holy Spirit for people. People to engage and talk to. You see, most people don’t go shopping to shop. They go to be around people, and engage in activities where other people are. If most stores no longer had people, you would be surprised to find that most people would completely lose their interest to go shopping. People love to observe people, and in this case, it is the same for me. I also love to be around people. Now, this wasn’t always the case. It hadn’t been very long ago that I would avoid people and was known to an introvert. Often deflecting conversation for comfort. Most people, I thought, did not have anything nice to say, or so I thought.
I had looked through all the books in the book section, looked for people to talk with about God, but had no success. The Holy Spirit was quiet at this point, so I chose to leave the store. I didn’t purchase anything, didn’t talk to many people except a few people I had greeted and I spoke to the cashiers as I left the store and told them to have a nice day. I didn’t have the feeling that I was called there, so I chose to leave early.
As I drove away from the thrift store, I slowly became disheartened. Partly because of the earlier situation at the church I had visited, partly because the joy I once had by thrifting was no longer felt. I didn’t enjoy shopping any longer since I was baptized in the Holy Spirit in the fall of 2018. I only enjoyed talking with people, helping people, praying for people and seeing people set free from any spiritual bondage God showed me they would have. As I drove away, I was about to go through the intersection where a McDonalds restaurant was when I saw a man at the corner, holding a sign. The sign read: “Lost my job, anything will help” or something to that effect.
When I saw the man, I perceived a message, a warning, from the Holy Spirit, but I didn’t perceive it was related to the man with the sign, so I chose to pull into the McDonalds to speak to him and see what I could do to help.
Meet and Greet
When I arrived at the McDonalds restaurant, I got out of my car and began walking towards the man dressed in a green army coat, now sitting on the brick edging outside the McDonalds store near the street, but off of the sidewalk. I approached him and pondered what I would say. As I am led by the Holy Spirit often, I expected Him to intervene with this new conversation. I didn’t have much money to offer the man, but I wanted to hear his story. Why he was in hard times? Could I pray for him? As I had come to be accustomed to doing since being saved by Christ.
As I approached him, I was taken aback by his appearance. He seemed young, perhaps in his late 20s or 30s. He was trim, and physically fit. His clothes were baggy, slightly disheveled and he was smoking a cigarette, which he blew towards me upon my arrival of standing before him.
Once I was in front of him, I engaged him in conversation. I can tell he wasn’t much in the mood to speak, but was bothered by my need to talk to him instead of throwing money at him and walking away like others likely had before. As he looked up at me, he could not open his eyes all the way, because where I stood, the sun was directly over my head and as I looked down upon his face and into his squinted eyes, he struggled to see me and was visibly annoyed by my presence.
I asked the man his name, how he was doing, how he got to where he was, being ever careful to never speak in a condescending way, and how I could help him. Although I can not sure I am clearly recalling his name, we’ll call him Carl for the sake of this story. The man before me said he had lost his job because he had been fired and that he was now homeless, and was trying to get back on his feet, but his anger was firmly directed at his last employer for firing him and he was verbose in explaining what had happened but none of it made sense. He was quite angry when he spoke of everything. I knew he was angry and bitter, but I was on a mission to change his day from bad to good.
I asked the young man if he was hungry. He said he was and hadn’t eaten that morning, so I invited him into the McDonald’s so I could buy him lunch. It was around 11::00 am in the morning and I was still fasting, but I though this would be a perfect time to break my fast and join him for conversation and food. As we entered into the McDonalds, a group of people stood outside in the cold. They seemingly looked like a group of misfit people. Some sort of gang or group of friends. There was a biker looking guy who was around 30 years old, a young man in his early twenties with his girlfriend who was in her 30s. She was constantly clinging to him, stroking and kissing him, as though it was putting him in some type of trance. He was clean-cut and young, but didn’t appear like he fit into the this gang. She was older and quite a mess. I did not know it at the time, but Carl and these people were doing a gang-like operation of begging for money from unsuspecting citizens.
Carl introduced me to them by name and said to them, “this is Darrell, and he prays for people.” They all laughed nervously but all came to me for a prayer. In hindsight, I didn’t receive any messages from the Holy Spirit before or after I prayed for them, so I had no idea what to expect. It was awkward to pray for them in such a large group, I had not done that before, but I remained faithful and prayed through the awkwardness. They treated the whole experience with a light heart, but in the undercurrent of spiritual discernment, I could tell they all had a fear of Carl.
As I opened the McDonalds door, Carl smiled and asked me my last name. I said my last name and we entered the restaurant to have a conversation and a bite to eat. Once we crossed the entrance threshold of the store, Carl said he needed to use the restroom and headed down the hallway toward the men’s room door. I found a table near by and saw one of the men in the group previously outside of the restaurant had taken a seat in the booth near the one I chose. So, I struck up a conversation with him.
I asked him his name and complimented him on the cross ring he was wearing. At that time, I wore a cross necklace. It was something that helped me remember each moment who I worked for in my new role ministering to people. I asked him if there was anything I could pray for him for. He laughed and smiled and said “sure!” He was ex-Army, in his 30s, heavy set and wore a leather jacket with pins all over. He was quite pleased with the cross ring he showed me earlier and spoke of how he got it with pride, although I don’t recall the details at this time. The man said his name was Bob and said he was injured while serving in the Army, to which I added that I was also a veteran. We chatted for a few minutes of what we did in the military and I ended up praying for his healing for a hurt back, but the strangest part of all of this, is that I didn’t receive messages from the Holy Spirit, He did not give me any messages about these people I spoke to. Something that causes me to pause to this day. Before Carl came out of the bathroom, Bob looked me in the face and said, “you really need to pray for my friend Carl. He’s sick and I think he crazy. He sees demons and he talks to them. He has nightmares constantly and sees horrible visions in his dreams and can never get a full night of sleep. I think He’s schizophrenic.” While alarmed by Bob’s warning about Carl, I said I would pray for his healing. He just smiled and laughed a little.
When Carl came out of the bathroom, we walked together toward the counter. Carl was not wearing the best looking clothing. His appearance drew stares from the other patrons. They were noticeably uneasy by the group of people I was befriending. It was quite strange, but having sat with homeless people before, it was quite common to feel the judgements that come through the eyes of strangers. Besides his clothing, Carl’s appearance was impressive. He was tall and dark with features of beauty in his face unlike I had seen in most people. His cheekbones were high and his face was tone but pock-marked by the noticeable acne he suffered from. His eyes were ice cold blue and they drew my attention immediately. They were absolutely stunning to look at, but seemed disconnected from the rest of Carl, who looked like he had been homeless for longer than he first spoke of. He wore blue jeans, a green army jacket and black boots. All were worn, dirty, and wrinkled. I did not notice any other odors other than the powerful smell of cigarette smoke, which is all too familiar with homeless people.
Lunch and Learn
We walked to the counter and ordered our food. We ordered two Big Mac value meals. I paid with it with my card and we sat down at a booth. We engaged in more conversation while we waited for our food and once the food was ready, they called my order number and I walked back to retrieve our food. As I sat down in the booth, I knew that by our short conversation that Carl, for some reason or other, was an angry man and I could tell he did not like me. While I gave him no reason why he would not like me, he seemed to have a hatred that wasn’t so deep. I could sense it, feel it and detect through his facial features that he had many demons that did not want to deal with me. His face commonly presented tics that I had seen more and more as God revealed the side of spiritual warfare I hadn’t seen before in my life. This time, it was constantly peering through Carl’s eyes and his emotions were always thinly presenting his inner hatred through his facial features.
We sat and began to eat. Carl was amazing. He was highly intelligent, seemingly wise with many comments about the world and its hidden secrets that most never speak of. He spoke of things he had done and places he had been. I learned that Carl had come from an Indian reservation in Arizona. He was descended from the Navajo. As he spoke, I could see the beauty of he native people in his facial structure. He was articulate but struggled with constantly using expletives as adjectives, verbs and nouns. I also struggled with keeping my mind at peace while he spoke because of the negativity and the cursing way he told his stories.
While Carl went to fill his drink, I looked down at my food and knew that I was not going to be able to eat it. I had fasted for several days and as much as I wanted to scarf down this large sandwich and fries, My inner witness would not allow me to do it. Something about Carl made me feel that If I ate with him, I would get sick. So I chose to give my food to him, which he quickly accepted. When he returned, I watched him open the second Big Mac box after he wolfed down his first and begin to eat it savagely, like he hadn’t eaten in much longer than one day. I watched and we talked.
Our conversation was long. I tried to speak about my spiritual journey with Jesus, but he had little interest in it. As we talked, his voice and demeanor became more aggressive and condescending. I spoke mostly about spiritual things, because we both seemed to have a common ground when I did. He often referenced Jesus but only spoke of him in a tone of hatred and intonation showing his displeasure with the story of Jesus. As we spoke of bible stories, he always would try to point out the flaws and minor nuances that degraded the meaning and ultimate love that Jesus had shown us. He kept asking me stories until I realized that he himself knew the stories. He was simply bringing the stories to my mind in attempt to slander Jesus with it and try to show how flawed Jesus was in each story. When he kept trying to get me to speak about Jesus and how he found his disciples, I knew he was only trying to engage in stories to find logic arguments in what Jesus did. I finally had to reject and refuse to engage him with his attempts to debate me about the bible and about Jesus.
Another dangerous behavior Carl had while he spoke to me was his constant need to tear down my way of thinking and my way of speaking. He would constantly correct me in speech patterns that nobody else would even notice. When I spoke and ended my sentences with “right?”, he would shake and become angry at my affirmations. He said my language was controlling and manipulative and that I should not end sentences with the words “right?” because it forces the other person to believe in something that may not be true for them. I found this point of the conversation to be strikingly weird, but we continued on. Later I understood that Carl was a master spell-caster. During our conversation, I could tell he had good control over his language, it was methodical, purposeful, but powerfully negative. Most things he said were in the negative range of word-smithing, especially his need to curse constantly.
At one point, I spoke to him of what I knew of spirits, especially evil ones, considering what Bob told me about Carl’s problems. He seemed jovial during this part of the conversation and laughing loudly at other times. At one point of the conversation, he spoke of demons. Then he started to perform a magic trick on me. He slowly unraveled his McDonald’s drink cup and as he did, I recognized his pattern of speech changed. He was speaking in riddles and in ways that no one I have ever know, speaks in what I now know as a method of spell-casting.
He became visibly shaken and frustrated. He knew at that moment that he was not dealing with the average Christian. He was dealing with a Holy Spirit-filled, born-again, bible-thumping, discerning of the spirits Christian and it angered him to the point of ending our lunch.
At the end of the hidden spell, he showed me an unravelled cup, looked deep into my eyes with his ice blue eyes and said: “the cup is red, see?”. I looked at the cup, which didn’t change in color and was white, then looked back deeply into his eyes and said, “no, I don’t see red. It’s white.” He became visibly shaken and frustrated. He knew at that moment that he was not dealing with the average Christian. He was dealing with a Holy Spirit-filled, born-again, bible-thumping, discerning of the spirits Christian and it angered him to the point of ending our lunch. I asked him if he needed a prayer and he looked back at me as he walked toward the door we had entered with the hatred of a hundred demonic spirits and said, “no, I don’t want you to pray for me”.
As he quickly left to join the group he was with, I told him it was really great to meet him and that I prayed for him to be blessed. He never looked at me again as we left the restaurant. He just turned his head back at me, never looking at me again, and yelled to me, “well, I am not happy I met you and I don’t bless you.”
As he joined his friends outside of the McDonalds, I was saddened that this would be the final result of our meeting. I had hoped for a change of heart. To see Carl smile, perhaps be healed, or perhaps be saved. It wasn’t to be, it was his will and it wasn’t mine to use witchcraft to manipulate him to change.
The moment felt surreal. As I got into my car and drove away, all at once, it came to me that these were not a common everyday homeless group of people, but the real deal, satanic devil-worshipping, black magic spell casting witch coven. It was so new to me that I had no idea what I had walked into. The Holy Spirit then filled me in with all the details that I had no knowledge of. These were satanic cultists. They had a gang that performed crimes, magic, spells, and more and they were in the area. Whether they were native to Olathe or not, I do not know. But we had met for a time and I learned more than I wanted to know.
As I left and looked at their faces again, they appeared more distorted than before. I recognized different things about them that I missed before. They were full of hatred, but scoffed because the typical Christian they meet is barely Christian at all. They were used to putting spells on a typical Christian and seeing the spell work, because they had done it in the past. Although I knew I was out of my comfort zone driving away from the group of sad people, I knew that God was with me. He comforted me and protected from Carl’s witchcraft and his spells did not work, because the devil had nothing in me to work with. Carl was visibly pained by our encounter, because I believe that deep down, he knows he is playing on the wrong team. He was a tortured man. He did not sleep well, because the devil you play with, when you don’t have anything for them to do, turns on you and tortures you.
Attacks at Home
As I drove home, I called my wife to let her know I was on my way. When she answered, she was audibly shaken. I asked her what had happened and she said that while she was doing the laundry, she had horrible oppressive suicidal thoughts that kept running through her mind. These “thoughts” told her to kill herself, harm herself, or get in the car and so something deadly. She said she was able to ignore the voices and after she prayed, the voices went away.
I was dumbfounded. Indeed this man who I had just fed and wanted to help was into satanic witchcraft. Carl’s frequent visits to the bathroom were his way of trying to harm me and my family. When he went to pray in the bathroom, which was several times, he was speaking curses and sending demons to my wife and likely to anyone in my life who he was able to influence through the demonic gangs he worked with. This was 100% real and it happened to me.
Carl was angry, but he had reason to be. I now know that Satan can manifest in willing humans when they yield to him. John Ramirez, a ex-satanist priest, confirms it, Bob Larson the exorcist knows it’s true. He is able to appear to you through people, just like in Matthew 16:22 when Peter tried to rebuke Jesus and told him, “never Lord!”, but Jesus rebuked Peter and said: “Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me;”.
It was only a month later when I had met Carl again. This time in the spirit. I didn’t see him, it was through a waking dream. The waking dream was a nightmare and I had demonic images, thoughts and feelings thrown at me. I recall waking up and being frustrated, because I knew that someone was praying against me and cursing me. Then I heard his voice: “thank for lunch!”.
Witches only need to know your name or have a visible reminder of you to send spirits against you using black magic or witchcraft.
There are people in this world whose father is the ruler of this world. They give Satan access into their lives by yielding to him for power, wealth, sex, and fame. Most who do so, see only limited success in these areas unless they are very loyal to him. Once he entraps a person with his supernatural powers, they must perform, they must do work for him or they receive discipline. He expects discipline, similar to how God does, after all, he steals God’s ways and methods and puts a twist on them to enslave people.
People, like Esau, have truly sold their portion of their inheritance in the Kingdom of God to Satan for a bowl of soup and I don’t doubt that some have done it for less than that. We do really have an enemy in this world and one that should be taken seriously. He works in our lives through accidental agreements too, when we don’t listen to and obey God, when we give in to the flesh, and when we sin.
It’s time for us to repent, to learn more about God’s ways and help each other. God said his children are being destroyed for a lack of knowledge. This testimony is one artifact of knowledge. One story among other stories you may have heard, but this story was mine to tell. I lived it and am now telling you about it so you may have a testimony to share with others. If you know me, you know that I have no reason to lie. I have nothing to gain by this and have no interest in worldly wealth or fame. I only want to see God’s Kingdom advance. If this is one way I can make that happen, then so be it.
Jesus loves you, be blessed!
In Christ’s love,
Darrell B. Jones