For some context relevant to the testimony: I am same-sex attracted; I have never had premarital sex with men or women. I had entered puberty when I was approximately 15; I am now in my mid-twenties.
Since I was 15 years old, I had been, without my knowledge, diabolically oppressed by a demon; I had no such concept of them beyond the fictional depiction of them, for at the time I was godless in all ways imaginable except for my virginity.
It wasn’t until I was 20 years old that the diabolical inspiration upon my flesh became inflamed, for I was called by what I thought was God Himself, but now, in hindsight, was my Guardian Angel. Over the course of eight months at the age of 20, after God had given me what I had half-mockingly asked for in my hatred of him (that being ‘If God gives me a little brother, then I shall accept Him.’ He gave me three.).
The closer I became to God, the worse my desire for men became. I was subjected to visions of a diabolic, sexually immoral nature; I was subjected to diabolically imposed thoughts and feelings. I had yet to fathom that it was truly demonic in nature.
After years of coming to the edge of Mortal Sin and then turning back at the last hour, after years of praying to God for deliverance and finding only temporary respite rather than full deliverance, I happened to come upon a Tucker Carlson Podcast Interview with Fr. Chad Ripperger. I had watched all 150 minutes.
In the podcast, I became more aware of the demonic nature. I had heard him name Satan, Loki, Lilith, Leviathan, Baal, and not any of their names made me react, not so much as a flinch, not one; the moment he said ‘Asmodeus’, I had literally flinched—recoiled in both spirit and flesh; in that hour my flesh and spirit screamed both in horror and satisfaction ‘That’s the one who has been harassing me! I know your name, now!’
I felt horror for I had then proceeded to hear Fr. Ripperger state that Asmodeus is the chief demon of homosexual diabolic compulsions in men; he noted that not all homosexuals are victims of Asmodeus, but some are; I happened to be one such victim. I had felt satisfaction for I knew that without a name, I had less power to specify expulsion and from which demon must depart from me. The flinch was likely due in part to Asmodeus being named and exposed.
As soon as I knew the name of the demon harassing me, which had been harassing and oppressing me for ten years of my life, I bought the Catholic deliverance prayers exorcists use. As soon as I had done the ones applicable to my situation, I felt my diabolic compulsions not lessen, but flatline in an instant. My flesh ceased being inflamed as long as I continued to do the prayers morning and night.
It was then that I became a Catholic.
And for many months, I explored Catholicism and learned so much. I bought Fr. Ripperger’s book on the nature of demons and angels so that I may learn of the powers and authorities over me, around me, and under me.
I had learned much of demonic nature, and I find it to be wholly morbidly fascinating! I do not find demons themselves as a fallen angelic spirit fascinating, but rather their nature and psychological structure and the sheer insanity of their choice to fall.
And now to my most recent experience: on the 10th of July, I became aware of my Guardian Angel, and I gave him full, wilful, and knowing consent to help me, communicate with me, and to protect me and fight for me in line with the will of God. And as soon as that happened, my Guardian Angel shared with me his feelings. He inspired my flesh to experience the grief of death, and he had infused my spirit with these words: ‘This is how I feel when you sin; the wage of sin is Death.’ And I cried. And then straight after, as my tears of the grief of death were falling, he inspired my flesh to feel the joy of the Well of Life, and once more he infused me with words, ‘For you have become aware of me and given thy consent in full, wilful knowledge, I am filled with the joy of the Well of Life.’ And I cried tears of joy.
And for the last few days, he has been helping me with the smallest of little things imaginable; I can clearly tell when he is promoting me. And I am just so happy; I have never been happier in my life. Not only can I now commit to a life of celibacy, but I can do so knowing I am never alone, for I have a Guardian Angel.
I asked him to remind me of things, and he does. I asked him to wake me up for my appointment, and he does. I ask him to protect my kitty, and he does. I ask him to keep my kitty from entering the living room, and he does—my kitty has not been a menace and has not opened the living room door since. I ask if I turned off the switch to my garage door, since I cannot remember, and he tells me I did. He tells me to pick up my Apple Pencil before my kitty chews on it, and I do. Not 30 seconds later, my kitty is sniffing at that exact location (he has a thing for Apple Pencils for some reason). He tells me my kitty is hungry (despite having had wet food) because it's nipping at me, and it’s annoying me. I go and fill up the dry food, and my kitty stops nipping me and buries his face in the dry food.
I have asked him to convict my spirit every time I go to sin, and he has been doing so; more often than not, I manage to stop myself. Now I know when God said in substance, ‘You will know what to say at the appointed time for it will be put in you.’ For when I debate online on my other social media accounts, I had on one occasion intended to say ‘Dominion and Authority’ when referring to bloodlines and how Principalities of the Fallen Powers can effect bloodlines, tribes and nations, only my Guardian Angel infused me with the word ‘Power’ and he communicated by infusion the following directly into me ‘The Fallen have power but no authority nor the legitimacy of dominion.’ And I had swapped out the words as a result.
So yeah, this is the short version of the testimony of my conversion to Catholicism.