A Deal With The Devil

In the beginning of 1992, I called out for the devil, and he came to me.

We (our family) were driving, and I told my husband that I’d be willing to make a deal with the devil to be a teacher again of cosmetology.

My husband just looked at me in shock. “Woman,” he said, “do you know what you have just said?!”

I thought his comment was a bit off; my husband had never referred to me simply as ‘woman’, especially when we were together in the same place.

But that odd warning did nothing to stop me. “Well I would!” I replied to his glare. The silence in the car was deafening, and we both felt a little uncomfortable, but I soon forgot all about it.

Until that night.

I was almost asleep, (or was I already asleep?) when he came. He called me, and I asked the voice who he was.

He said “you know who I am; you called for me.”

I sat up in bed and looked over to the left where I had heard the voice come from. It was hard to see much of anything, for the room was filled with clouds and smoke. But then there were two spots of pure bright white light that shone out from the corner of the room. These lights were perfectly circular, and sat next to each other horizontally like snake eyes. Looking into his eyes was like looking into a slice of leftover heaven, bright, peaceful, pure, and white.

But that was the only part of him that reminded me of heaven.

As I stared at the two white lights, a grayish-white smoke swirled all around them, and then began to swirl even further into the room.
This gray-white smoke then parted for just a moment, and I caught a glimpse of what looked like the middle part of a long tail, covered with shiny reflective scales. The very top of the snake body was dark green in color, the sides were a lighter green, and the belly had a yellow-green mixture of scales that slowly turned into a stripe of pale beige in the center. It moved like a snake, pushing its belly forward, so it could rest its neck and eyes above it. When the smoke swirled to cover him there, another area opened up to my view. This area was closer to its eyes, and I could see a pair of very small thin arms with hands on the end of them, similar to the ones found on the T-rex dinosaur, protruding from the underside and side of its form. As the smoke swirled about him, I could see that the body was long, and went on beyond my sight. But it never revealed its face to me. Just those startling and hauntingly beautiful eyes.

He spoke to me then, and asked me for the soul of my youngest boy, telling me that in exchange, he would let me teach again, and even be a director of the nearby school. He somehow had transported us into my youngest son’s bedroom; I could see him below me sleeping peacefully, but I could not touch him or protect him from this devil.

But with this one, my answer was easy.


But then, knowingly, the devil pulled me into my older son’s bedroom. I seen my eldest son lying on his mattress, fast asleep. I dreaded the next question from satan, as I already knew what his question would be. How did he know my weakness so well? It was as if he had calculatingly discerned, to ask me for my youngest son first, KNOWING I would say no, and then turning to my oldest son, in the hopes that I would capitulate on him and then seal the deal.

My first born son had been born with disabilities, ones that made it harder to love him. He disobeyed more often than not, and was prone to violent temper tantrums, often striking out and injuring those closest to him. He disliked being held or touched, and often seemed to live in a world of his own. I had spent many hours in tears over him, figuring that he would probably one day end up in prison.

THIS was the child satan had wanted in exchange from the first!

And so satan turned to me, and asked me for his soul, in exchange for my teaching position.

I floated over his toddler bed, watching him pull in his breath, and letting it out, for several moments. Oh how peaceful he now looked!

Satan sensed my weakness at such a long pause, and came towards me, pushing me harder to give him the answer he desired.

But there was one thought that entered my head at that moment, one that made me really doubt all my previous assumptions about my oldest child.

Satan was ASKING me for his soul. That meant it was not yet his! (Yes, there were many times I had wondered if he was already of satan; his behavior was that bad!) But if satan had to come to me to ask me for my son’s soul, that meant that there was REAL HOPE for him in the future! For why would satan try to bargain for a soul that he knew would soon be his anyways? He wouldn’t waste his time on it. I KNEW this, as sure as I was still breathing.

Then I knew that if there was the slightest chance of my eldest son ever coming to Christ, then I could not sell his soul to satan for anything. No matter what his behavior was, he was still precious, and he was still the child that I had so longed for, for so many years. This was the one that I had promised God, that I would love as my own, no matter what.

So as satan pressed in again for my answer, I told him “No!”

I thought that this would be the end of it, but satan kept on, nagging me, over and over and over again, trying to convince me to hand over his soul as payment for the desired favor. I told satan to leave, but he refused.

After several hours of this, I lost my temper, and yelled at him, that I would NEVER sell my children’s soul to him for ANYTHING!
At that, the devil paused.

And I thought, ‘at last! He will leave me now!’, but he did not.

Instead, he changed his offer.

Suddenly, we were back in my bedroom, with satan still floating above me. I was no longer in my bed, but found that I had gotten down on my knees on the floor by my bedside.

He then whispered to me, in that sly, knowing voice of his, -it sounded like a hiss that formed into words, never shouting or loosing patience,- that he would get rid of my migraines, if I only promised him my soul when I died.

My first response, was “No.”

But then he pressed upon my head, and forcibly reminded me of the pain of those horrible migraines. I would get them so bad that I would want to kill myself, but as soon as I would reach that point, the pain would be so severe, that I had no strength left within me to take my own life. Day after day, year after year, I lived in a cycle of never-ending migraine pain.

Again I told him, “no!,” but it was a weaker no, and he sensed this right away.

So he pressed in again and again, hoping I would change my answer and agree to his bargain.

I sat there, at the side of my bed, struggling just to hold my head up in its pain.

And then from seemingly afar off, I began to hear voices. I looked down onto the ground, from where they seemed to originate from, and found that the floor where I sat was no longer a solid unbroken foundation, but a crack had opened up beside me, that allowed me a glimpse into hell.

The voices were all crying out at the same time, howling in their pain and anguish. But this is not what struck me the hardest.

What hit me the hardest was the incredible, overpowering, hollow insatiable HUNGER. It was a living, moving entity, there in the pit before me. It consumed all souls in its grip and would never let go. It was HOLLOW and INSATIABLE.

Hunger for water, hunger for food, hunger for sleep, hunger for healing, hunger for companionship, hunger for ANYTHING and everything, that a human being would ever desire. But the fulfillment for it was not there. Only the HUNGER for it was there. And it NEVER ENDED. I knew it never would.

I could feel the heat from below rising up to my face. I could feel and smell the thick pungent smoke as it followed the searing heat upwards. And above all, was that insatiable, never satisfied spirit of HUNGER.

I backed away from the edge of the abyss, and shouted to the devil my answer.

“No! Now go away!”

But he remained.

The crack leading below closed up, and my floor looked as it did before.

But still satan would not leave me.

I could tell that many hours had passed, since satan had come to speak to me. (The clock on my nightstand told me this,) but still he would not leave me alone.

He nagged, over and over and over and over and over again, for me to change my answer.

But my answer remained the same.

“No! Never! Now get out of here! Leave me alone!”

But he remained.

I told him then, that he should never have appeared to me, for now I KNEW, without a shadow of doubt that God DOES exist! (For how could this earth survive something so evil as this worm without Him?!)

But he simply shrugged this off in total apathy, and continued to tempt me.

Then I suddenly remembered someone telling me, that all evil spirits run from Jesus name, so I yelled out “JESUS! JESUS HELP ME! JESUS!”

And then the devil and all his smoke disappeared from my bedroom in the blink of an eye.

I found that my husband had awoken with my screaming, and was reaching out to comfort me from across the bed, to where I was still crouched on the floor. He wanted to know why I had called out for the Lord.

So I told him.
I share my testimony with you today, because I sense that there will be those out there in the future, who may think about making their own deal with the devil. They may wish to make such a bargain, for something as basic as even having some food to eat. BUT KNOW THIS: THERE WILL NEVER BE ANYTHING WE WILL ENDURE ON THIS EARTH THAT WILL EVEN COME CLOSE TO BEING WORTH AN ETERNITY IN HELL!
Matthew 13:42 “And shall cast them into a furnace of fire: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth.”
Ps 86:13 For great is thy mercy toward me: and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell.
Pr 15:24 The way of life is above to the wise, that he may depart from hell beneath.
Revelation 14:11 “And the smoke of their torment goes up forever and ever; and they have no rest day and night, those who worship the beast and his image, and whoever receives the mark of his name.”
Matthew 10:28 “And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. But rather fear Him who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.”
Mark 8:36, “For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?”
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12 comments on “A Deal With The Devil

  1. to all people! DO NOT take the mark! I think along with the desire(and face it-it is a desire) for food, people will be caused to make a deal for access to funds, bank accts, retirement, and jobs, keeping the house and more, also for their kids sake, to provide for them..yet God knows those kids just as He knows any adult, and any provision any parent does is only as God allows them to have it to provide in the 1st place.

    it also reminded me of some of the rock stars testimonies about knowing in their inner man that if they would do this or that that they’d have that fame..be a star, be someone and stuff.

    was your husband saved at this time, his reaction either way shows he knew this stuff is real, that satan does tempt with things of the world(for us) and all the kingdoms of the world he tempted the Lord with as shown in the gospels. ..in lukes gospel accts it say’s satan said-for these kingdoms are mine, they have been delivered to me and I give them to whom I will… which goes with romans 5? when adam sinned sin entered the world..

    anyway also glad you remembered someone telling you of the Lord Jesus and His authority over demons..and now in Christ your authority too! :))

    • At the time this happened, both me and my husband were ‘believers for one hour on Sunday mornings’, if you know what I mean. We both also had a stint with the Roman Catholic school system. So we knew that satan is real, and not something one wanted to deal with. My husband was quite shaken up over it, as he struggled with the whole idea that a parent of a child could actually sell their child’s soul to satan. I wasn’t sure about it all myself. (After all, satan IS a liar.) But I wouldn’t want to find out the hard way that in this aspect, he was actually revealing some truth!

      When this happened, I had not yet heard of those rock stars that reportedly sold their soul to satan. So to hear about it later, was quite hard hitting to me, for I felt like I could understand what they might have faced while making such a deal with the devil. I shudder to think what will happen to them when satan comes to claim payment for the debt owed!

      “And the seventy returned again with joy, saying, Lord, even the devils are subject unto us through thy name. And he said unto them, I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven. Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you. Notwithstanding in this rejoice not, that the spirits are subject unto you; but rather rejoice, because your names are written in heaven.”
      (Luke 10:17-20, KJV)

      I struggle with the above scriptures, because it is so hard NOT to rejoice when we see one of satan’s demons forced to leave us in peace! Most of the times, I find myself giving praise to Jesus because of the freedom He has given me from these demons. I guess the next step is to simply say “Thank you Jesus that our names are written in heaven!”

      Shalom dear Bread!

  2. Yeah I don’t know if I rejoice so much after rebuking a demon, but during it am sort of a fierceness so but after yes peace and then a gladness as can focus more fully upon the Lord. Rejoice that our names are written in the Lambs book of Life so as well as the authority given are all the other things of the kingdom of God given too, we are His and perfected for all time through His one offering of Himself upon the cross and He will finish the good work He’s begun in us. It’s like rejoicing that He’s saved us, written our names in the Lambs book! that it’s finished, done, bought and paid for, His own possession, known to Him, His, adopted, grafted into the Vine, forever to be with Him…rejoice always in all that He has done for us :))

    eye has not seen nor ear heard nor entered the heart of man the things God has prepared for those who love Him! it will be beyond amazing!

    • I don’t think the government is going to take the space and the money to put the believers in jail, at least not for long term. I think they will gather them up and execute them.

      I’ve had a few dreams here and there, where I was one of those who had taken the mark. It was a horror having the mark of the beast, for in this dream, me and my friends had tired of living out such a controlled and empty life, and we had decided to try to kill ourselves, so that we would be finally ‘at rest’, just as our fathers had been. (In these dreams I was someone else, and not a believer in Jesus.) But when we tried to kill ourselves, we found we could not. No matter what we did, death would not come. The body would keep healing itself, thereby preventing death. After trying this a few times, large robots sensed this about us, and hunted us down. There was no way to hide from these huge beastly machines, for our bodies gave off a signal for the robots to read. Once found, we were tortured with great unending pain, until we were securely back under their control. So, I would personally prefer death to taking the chip, even if I was an unbeliever. It was that bad!

      • i was just thinking that society may become impossible for a christian to live a christian life, meaning in order to buy and sell anything we would have to get the chip implant, and otherwise we would starve. and the rest of the people wouldn’t care because they thought we were all crazy for not updating just like most people, the generation today is obsessed with updating their phone with the latest one as it comes out. did you see the video of walmart stampedes during Christmas last year?

        • Interesting link! Demonbuster.com is one of my favorite web sites. It is very spirit filled and gives much to think upon, and even gives the reading believer tools to fight off demons in their own life. (Very much needed in these days!)

          As far as the rapture is concerned, when I went before the Lord in prayer and asked Him about it, (pleaded actually,) He told me not to be concerned with the rapture, or when He will take me home. I am simply to focus on doing His Will. When my time comes, I will be taken to be with Him up in heaven. THAT is all I am to be concerned with.

          I do believe that the illuminati may try to stage a false rapture, whisking away many ‘believers’. Other believers left behind will suffer great anguish, (and even ending in death to their souls if they turn from God,) wondering why they were left behind, and not realizing that this was a trick of the evil one…

  3. I wanted to sing. Satan came to me and asked me for the soul of my daughter. I told him No. He told me he could make me kill her but i told him he couldn’t. I saw a vision of a very posessed self brutally murdering my daughter. I called on Jesus Christ and when i woke up, my daughter was on all fours staring ant me. She then opened her mouth and exorcist puked everywhere. Green. Just like pea soup. But i used to see demons when i was pregnant with her. What does it mean?

  4. Thank you for sharing this. I call for the devil help and even tell what I will give to him. thank you again for enlighten me again. after this holy week I will do my very best to help my self from my failure.

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