My Testimony By Gail Blinston
BKA Forgiven

Hope I don't give you all the creeps!
But this is where I came from!!!!!!!
A bit of my history so to speak! *S* happy reading! Gail

From Clairvoyance to Christ. By Gail Blinston. ©1996

As a child, my family and I lived in a weather-board home in Hobart - Tasmania. This house was among many built for the soldiers returning from the
First World War. It was a 2 bedroom home with a large sun-room converted
into a 3rd bedroom for us three girls - my older brother was lucky enough
to have his own room -(my younger brother was not yet born).

In between the sun-room-come-bedroom, there was a small room that we called the Sewing Room. This room was only about 8 feet square. As you would walk from the hall straight through to our bedroom, there was a window on the right hand side, and opposite the window was the most magnificent mirror. It was mounted on the wall and had a beautiful gilt frame. In height the mirror was about 5 feet tall,
and about as much in width.

It has come to our attention that the mirror had apparently been taken as loot, by the Nazi’s during the Second World War. I don’t know how it came to be in our house, (as it was there when Mum and Dad bought the house). Unfortunately for us, so we have been told, the mirror may have ‘had blood on it’, because we lived a life of sheer spiritual hell, which has since been attributed as the mirror being
a major source of the terrors we experienced as children.

I am not aware if my brother ever experienced any of the "strange occurrences" that happened almost every night, but all three of us girls were tormented by the sometimes terrifying, sometimes eerie, and sometimes just plain odd things
that would eventuate.

These "things" would occur either at night,
or when any one of us was alone in the house.

On numerous occasions, I personally saw what appeared to be an animal resembling a weasel, dashing across right in front of me. This apparition would come from out of the wall, cross my path and disappear again behind the wardrobe.

My father was active in the Masonic Lodge at the time, and every Saturday night that Dad would be preparing to go to Lodge, a foul smell would be evident throughout the house - mainly in the area of the sewing room and our bedroom, but also in the lounge. This stench was like rotting fish. God has since revealed to me
that it was the smell of death.

We never knew where the smell originated from,
but it would be there on "Lodge" night, and gone the next morning.

It came to the stage where Mum and Dad would recognise the smell as an indication that my brother was going to get into trouble that night. This had become a pattern, every time Dad had gone to lodge, and the smell had been permeating the house, the police would be knocking on the front door at around 2 o’clock Sunday morning, where Mark had climbed out through his bedroom window and gone ‘joy-riding’ with some of his mates.

Back to the mirror.

When I was only a little girl, about 5 years of age, I was playing in front of the mirror. Everyone was outside. It was a Saturday and both my parents were out gardening, and my 2 sisters and brother were outside playing. I was inside all alone - playing in front of the mirror, just as most little girls like to do.

As I was dancing and playing, a sudden and oppressive heaviness enveloped me. The mirror turned completely black, and I could hardly breathe. As you can imagine, the terror was incredible for such a small child.

I still don’t know to this day how I came to be flat out on the floor, but I was, and I was literally clawing my way along the carpet, dragging myself out of that room. I couldn’t speak, I tried screaming out to Mum and Dad, but with all the strength I had, not a sound came out of my mouth.

I was so scared, I thought I was going to die, and yet I kept thinking with a strong determination, that if only I could get my hand across the doorway,
it would go and I would be alright.

Well, I can tell you, it was the hardest, physical thing I had ever had to do in my life, but I know God was there watching and protecting me.

As my hand finally crossed that doorway the oppression immediately vanished, as if it had never been there at all. I jumped up as fast as I could, and raced outside to the others. From that time on whenever I had to go through that room, I would run as fast as I could - apparently, so did my younger sister.

I still can’t get over how Mum didn’t discern something bad was happening.
She just simply said "What’s wrong with you,
you look like you’ve seen a ghost"! Maybe I had.

My older sister was the one tormented the worst. She would wake up either screaming or gasping for breath, night after night. Funnily enough - all would stop the moment Dad grabbed her and held her tightly! The doctors called it "Night Terrors - something she would grow out of - just her imagination.

Let me tell you friends, she never did grow out of it, and her life is such a sad one today. Susan has cut herself off from all of us, Mum, Dad and everyone. She blames all of us for the "hell" she has been through all her life, and for Mum and Dad
not believing her as a child.

I thank God that she has given grace to my younger brother Mathew, who was born when Susan was 17 years old, and therefore was unaware of all that had happened. He is the only one that she will have anything to do with. Unfortunately, Dad has once again become active in Freemasonry, and his heart’s desire was that Mathew would follow him, and sadly he has.

Many nights Susan would be woken up by this same oppression that had overpowered me. In desperation she would drag herself out of her bed, and run into Dad, gasping for every possible breath. As soon as Dad’s arms were around her, the oppression would disappear. I only found this particular part out when my parents were up here in 1996, visiting us.

During this visit Mum and I were going for a drive - sight seeing. We were talking about the old house, and got on to the subject of the old mirror. I said to my mother, " I wonder what ever happened to it" and Mum said she didn’t know as Susan made her leave it in the house when we moved.

I told her "I’m glad she did." When Mum questioned me on my reply, I told her what had happened to me all those years ago. I felt sorry in a way for her, as I could see she was suddenly filled with guilt as she said to me " Why didn’t you tell me, that is exactly what Susan said she experienced all those years, and we never believed her." Mum also went on to say about the things that happened to my younger sister - Joanne, and how they thought it was just a figment of her imagination
brought on by Susan’s hysteria.

(My little sister Joanne was always extremely close to Susan, in fact she was nick-named Shadow - Susan’s shadow. I was always the odd one out -
left out of everything. But look at me now!!!!!!*S*

We all knew about Joanne’s night-time experiences. Everyone thought it was funny though - a 3 year old talking about the "Friendly Blue Man riding around our bedroom on his train". Mind you, it wasn’t so funny when she started telling of how she would levitate off her bed at night when she was about 10 years old, often seen by Susan. Joanne has also informed me of her playing in front of that mirror as a small child, and seeing a long table (in the mirror),with Nazi soldiers sitting at it, and she would be playing at their feet and climbing under the table).

As I drove along the Bruce Highway, with my Mum, that same oppression that had crushed me as a small child, suddenly took hold of me again. I knew that I was totally safe this time - simply because I was now a Christian, and had been for 10 years and greater is He who is in me, than he that is in the world. I was driving on the outside lane, and therefore had to cross over a lane to be able to stop the car. Praise God that there were no other cars on the road. All this was happening as I was driving - me gasping for breath, and Mum saying it’s alright, it’s only the old lady that lived in the house before us (whom I might add, Dad saw one night!). As soon as Mum uttered those words, the HOLY SPIRIT revealed to me, that this was a spirit of death, it was the same one that had tormented us as children. I screamed out with a Holy Boldness, telling my mother what it was, and commanding it to leave us alone in the Name of Jesus, and claimed the covering of the Blood of Jesus.
Hallelujah, it went right at that moment. I still praise God for that experience, as it wasn’t only me that felt it. Mum was there and felt it too. Mind you I was pretty shaken up for the rest of the day!

It was an experience that really rocked me, and ‘haunted’ me all that day. The following day I was so troubled by it, as I thought all that had been dealt with when I sat through 3 solid hours of deliverance in 1993, that I went to see my pastor and told him of it, and my fears.

He prayed about it, and prayed for me, and knowing that I came from Tasmania, he asked me about my ancestry, and if there was a history of anyone having anything to do with the aboriginal massacres. You would be aware that the Tasmanian Aborigines were virtually wiped out through massacres and then European diseases. The only thing I was aware of was that my great-great grandmother ( we all called her Gran) was a mid-wife, and performed many abortions on " unfortunate women who could not afford to bring any more children into the world, including her own daughter and grand-daughter (my mother’s mother). God told my pastor that it went back further than that, so I said I would ask Mum.

When I got home, I did ask my mother if she was aware of any such massacres or involvement. I knew that she would probably know as she had done a family search. I was astounded when she said that Gran’s grandfather had actually been involved in a "scuffle with some of the natives." Apparently it is recorded, that there was to have been an ambush, but on the day, only 4 native men and a child ( I believe), were there, and became casualties. I said to Mum "How do we know there was only those few, and how do we know that my great-great-great-great grandfather
was not one who pulled the trigger?"

I returned to my pastor the following day, and told him what I had discovered. He confirmed, that it was from there, the spirit of death had entered our family, and had been passing from generation to generation.

I am so grateful to God that he has delivered me and my younger sister - Joanne from the bondages of the spirits of darkness. Joanne became a Christian in 1995, and is living in Noosa. Through all this he has brought us together as best friends - something I would never have dreamed of in the past.

As a result of my childhood experiences, I had an intense desire to find Truth.
I did this by way of getting in Spiritualism. We had seen Catholic priests coming into the house and sprinkling "holy water" about, and hanging a crucifix and rosary beads in our bedroom, and we could not understand why it did no good whatsoever - by the way, we were all Anglicans - not Catholic, but it had been suggested that the Catholics may have a bit more authority over this sort of thing.! It certainly brings to my mind the scripture, Acts 19:13-16 - …..Jesus we know, Paul we know of, but who are you?……… Then of course, there was the medium who tried to find out who the spirit was. She concluded that it was that of the old lady who lived in the house before us, and that she was not going to harm anyone, so we shouldn’t be afraid of her. If only someone had told her about "familiar spirits"!

It was because of this that I later began to believe that the spirit realm was not necessarily a bad or scary thing. All you had to do was to understand it
and then you need not be afraid.

Seances in the house also failed to bring peace, so my mother decided to write to the local newspaper’s resident psychic for advice!

Mum certainly did get notice taken of her letter, as the psychic devoted almost a full page to our predicament. In the end, the advice was to move house. The new house would still have something in it, but it would not be as bad!

Well she was right. I think we all saw the "old lady in her rocking chair" on our front porch, and yes it wasn’t as bad, at least not as scary as before.

As I became an adult, I discovered that a "second cousin" was attending a spiritualist church, so I asked if I could come along. I desperately needed
to know what was Truth.

I eventually became a clairvoyant - a very good one too!

Every time I would give a reading to anyone, you can bet it was spot on. There was only once that the recipient could not place what I was telling him,
and he was a sceptic anyway.

When my older daughter was born, I had strangely, started to lose interest in Spiritualism. She was about 7 months old when I took her to a large spiritualist church in Melbourne, whilst we were there on holiday.

I can remember a strong conviction in my heart - "What right do I have to subject this innocent baby to something she has no choice in?"

I never went to another spiritualist meeting after that.

I often used to wonder if it had something to do with the fact that the Child Health Clinic Sister, who became one of my best friends, and then my spiritual Mum -
was a Christian!

Can you imagine, here was me, week after week, night after night when I’d have her up to my house for tea or dinner, trying to convert her to spiritualism?
We still have a good laugh about that one.

What hope do you think I had, with my name on
nearly every prayer chain in Tasmania?

Two years later, on July 7th 1984, it was time, and I gave my heart to the Lord!
God got His hand on me and is never going to let me go. God has also raised me up as a Warrior into Spiritual Warfare - this is a battle that I delight in - because I know the victory is already won - and I am not fighting flesh and blood but principalities and powers - and it is through the Blood of Jesus that
I have all authority over the powers of darkness!

Hallelujah.

I feel I must add that while God laid the writing of this testimony on my heart, I had great difficulty in proceeding with it when I started writing about the apparition of the animal. Emotion welled up within me, and I started to sob. My head began to spin, and my eyes were full of tears, preventing me from seeing properly. Even though I recognised that it was spiritual forces attempting to stop me, and claimed the authority of Jesus and the covering of the Blood, I felt oppressed and weak and unable to stand up and fight. The next line of my fight back was to phone my Pastor and asked him to help me fight the battle. Praise God, He answered immediately, and I was able to continue undisturbed.

My greatest desire is if only one person who has never met Jesus in a personal way, reads or hears my testimony, and gives their heart to the Him because of it, then I can say - without fear of the past - that all those years of torment and terror was worth it.

I pray many will hear this - especially those who have also delved into the occult looking for Truth, and that God will touch their hearts in the way
that He touched mine, and they too will find Salvation.

1999…….Just a footnote here! My younger brother gave his heart to the Lord in January this year! He cannot get enough of God and has such a powerful anointing on his life! He has a major testimony in itself - similar in ways to mine - yet also very different! His life has been seriously threatened on numerous occasions! Praise God he is gradually being eased out of Freemasonry too!

If this testimony has blessed you - or you would like to ask me about it -
please feel free to email me
or meet me in The Park in the Christian Chat room.
I will be only too happy to discuss it with you!

May the God of all Grace and Mercy bless you in your life!

In Christ Gail Blinston

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