I knew I had to quit drinking but it felt impossible. I’ve been a heavy drinker for over a decade. I did a live Mas on Sunday and the next day this male spirit was standing in my room staring at me. I instinctively knew he was living in me. I told him to go away and he left out the front door.
A few days or a week later and another Mas on Sunday, I couldn’t tolerate swallowing anything. I threw up to the point of blood, and prayed to God for help. I slept sitting up most of the night. It was one of the worst days/ nights of my life.
I haven’t touched booze since, and I credit you and God. It’s a miracle.
Bless you all for everything.”*