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MIKE'S TESTIMONY

I was born in Switzerland into a christian family. From a very young age I rebelled against this way of life, starting in kindergarten where I used to hang around with the most rebellious boys and get into all kinds of mischief. The same thing happened during my early years in primary school.

When I was 10 years old we moved to Australia. After I got into bad company my dad put his foot down and restricted the time I could see my friends out of school. I became very depressed because I saw my home as a prison. When I was 13 I found what I thought at the time was an escape from this prison: dope. At first it all seemed like a bit of harmless fun but what I didnt realice at the time was that I had taken my first step into a deep black hole. When I was 15 we moved to Kalamunda and I went to the public school. I as usual, picked or in this case was picked by the "rough crowd"at the school. I soon found that a variety of drugs were available including L.S.D. which I started taking very often and in large amounts. Sometimes my friends and I got together and would pop 2 or 3 paper trips at once and run around like lunatics for 12 hours or so. This continued until I was 17 and got myself an apprenticeship. This meant I had a lot more money to spend and at that time I started getting into speed which I used in needles since all my friends were doing the same. I moved out from home when I was 18 and started using speed more and more in conjunction with acis. Sometimes I would end up staying awake for up to 10 days at a time and working at the same time.

After about 9 months of doing this on and off I started getting very paranoid because of lack of REM sleep and heavy acid use. So I decided to give up speed but the paranoia didnt go away. I soon discovered that the only way I could feel normal and communicate with people was by drinking alcahol.Eventually I was drinking more than half a carton a day. One day I was given some heroin by a friend  and I thought I found heaven on earth. At first for about 6 months I was still drinking heavily and only using heroin on weekends simply because it was hard to get. After 6 months however one of my friends  introduced me to my first heroin dealer. After that I started using every day. Soon I could not support my habit on the money I was earning at work. I started selling everything I had but that didnt last long. I got to the stage where I didnt buy the drug to get stoned anymore but just to feel normal and not be in pain.

I teamed up with one of my junkie mates and we started ripping off power tools, spanner sets and anithing else of value we could find. We also broke into vet clinics to steal katemine which is a horse tranqueliser. We would sell this for heroin or if there was no one to buy it use it ourselves. We sold the power tools privately if we could but if we were hurting and couldnt find anyone we'd go to the hock shops. We knew this was dangerous because all their computers were linked into the police mainfraim but we didnt care. All that was important was to stop the pain. At this stage I was using about 75-100 dollars worth a day which is considered a small habit. I was using daily for about a year at this stage.

One day I woke up with a policeman standing over me and I knew it was all over. I was charged with about 30 counts of fraud and 40 counts of theft in one hit. I was ordered to get a pre-sentance report. The probation officer I went to recomended that I go on the Naltraxone program which is an experimental heroin program. I started on this program bevore my court case which I think is the only reason I didnt go to jail (besides god of course). I ended up getting 100 hours community service, 1 years probation and about 600 dollars worth of restitution.

When I stopped using heroin I went back to speed on the weekends even though I didnt like it much. But I was still addicted to the needle which is an addiction in itself. I slowly got off that and smoked more dope. I now believe god took away the desire for all drugs from me to show me that without them I had nothing left.

During this time my sister and a few other people were telling me about Jesus including an ex-biker who became a christian a short while back. One day at work I was feeling very depressed and I thought I need some new direction in life so why not give Jesus a go. So I took a few minutes off and said the sinners prayer. Now before this happened I had a lot of anger in me which I found very hard to control. It was like a beast lying under the surface ready to jump out at any time. When I gave my life to Jesus it was like all these dark emotions left me and a great peace came over me. It was the most powerful and at the same time gentle experience I ever had. Its hard to explain but I know this much:  it was better than any drug I ever had in my life. This peace always stays with me even though I still get angry and depressed sometimes but I guess thats all part of being human. I started going to church with my sister. At this church I found a few people who come from similar backgrounds as me.

When I look back I know that god has been watching over me. Many times I came close to death through car accidents and overdoses. Hes the only reason Im still alive.

The Lord has given me more tham any one or anything in my life and Im eternally grateful. I'll never hesitate to stand up for him.

My Decision For Christ
Dear Lord, I know I am a sinner, and I come to you now, and ask you to forgive my sins as you have promised to do. (Here mention any particular sins that you have on your mind). I believe your son, the Lord Jesus died on the cross for my sins, and suffered for me. Ibelieve he rose again to be my living saviour, so now I recieve him as my Lord, and I will follow him all the days of my life.

Lord Jesus, you know my thoughts and heart-do come into my life, with your power and holiness right now, and make me your true disciple. Thank you, Lord. Amen
 
Renata`a Testimony
About my family
 I was born in Holland and came to Australia when I was a year old lived in  Sydney for 5 years then My family moved to a country town in Western Australia called "Kalgoorlie " and this is where I grew up.
I was not bought up in a Christian home, we where just an every day family and I have 2 bothers and 2 sisters, we where not a very close family we all did our own things. But I remember my dad had a bad temper and you never wanted him to get angry, cause when he hit you it was hard and bad.
Well any way my Dad was a builder and he was also the caretaker of the cemetery. My mother was a nurse at the local hospital, My mother and father never got on well and they use to fight all the time.
 My mother was into witchcraft and she never missed out on the meeting they had  weekly and there meeting where much like a church meeting.
  Now that I have told you about my family I guess I should get to telling you about  myself.

MY TESTIMONY

I was a quiet child. I shut myself of from the rest of the family cause I was either belted by my dad or mentally and physically abused him or by someone so I stayed in my own little world away from everyone even people that meant no harm because I didn?t trust no one. My mother and father where always fighting and my father hated me with a passion and he didn?t have to tell me he showed  me that. My mother and Father where never around they where always doing
something like working or out at parties so I always kept to myself and I never  tried to disturb any one in my family, (but I do know my mother did love me she just never showed it) I would lock myself in my room where I felt safe and I would sometimes stay there all day and night I was what you would call a loner, (Like I said before we where never a close knit family and I still don?t have a closeness
with my family I stay away from them and they from me but the only one I do have contact with is my mother still none of the others really want to know me and don?t forgive me you will soon find out why as you read on. ) anyway to get on  with my testimony. I never had friends cause I didn?t want any, but anyway other  kids didn?t want to know me cause they thought I was weird cause of some of the stuff I did and also they where scared of where we lived cause we lived right opposite the Cemetery, and when any of them would come over I would take  them into the cemetery to meet my friends there. However they never could hear  them talk only I could hear them, "My friends where the people that where dead" that is who I use to talk to.
  Like I never knew that it was demons I was talking to, I was only 8 years old and I  was lonely and they kept me amused and I would spend most of my days talking to them and making there graves look nice. But I would do things to myself, I would cut myself with razors and glass It was like it was release to my anger and  pain that I was feeling and I wanted physical pain instead of the pain I was feeling sometimes deep enough for stitches, and my family never ever knew I did  this they use to just think that I had fallen over.
 But as I got older I would hear the voices talking to me more and more and I also knew that nothing could hurt me cause I had my own protection I was also going to the coven meetings with my mother as well and when I was 13 I started holding seances. I use to work for my neighbor and looked after his kids for himand he would touch me all the time, I was to scared to tell anyone about it so I  use to hurt his kids I would twist there arms until the cried, and I would make them walk on hot melting tar bear footed and it was like an enjoyment for me but.
  I would do what the voices said, it was hard cause I never knew some of the stuff I did and that was the most frightening part.
 When I was 14 I was smoking and I was also smoking pot and drinking alcohol I  never started using other drugs till I was 16 and it was away of an escape for me from my surroundings and from the hassles in my life. I was living half on the streets and at home. I also started going to a church of Christ youth group, and by this time knew deep down I needed help but who was I going to tell? Who  would believe what I had to say? I was only a kid, and I knew that I was not in control of the things I was doing, one day I got a hammer and shattered my ankle and I didn?t even feel a thing, that?s when I knew that I had a problem. The  minister from the church said I was evil but he never understood what was happening to me but neither did I, I just knew those things where not quite right.
 But the crunch came when I was 15.I can never explain how this happened but I  knew that spiritually I had left my body and I had set the house on fire, and when I was woken up by the family I was in a deep sleep, but I knew I had done I, but still  who was I going to tell?
  My mother and father had separated and my father had custody of me also my  father was living a gay life and my mother had a boyfriend who abused me mentally and physically. I had no where to turn for help that?s when I became an arsonist. I was living on the streets and from time to time between my mum and dad, One night I just stabbed myself 6 times in the chest and stomach, that?s when everyone realized I needed some sort of help. But still they didn?t know why I was doing these things, and I certainly wasn?t going to tell anyone that I was  listening to voices, I didn?t want people thinking I was nuts cause I knew I wasn?t.

  Well when I was 16 I set myself on fire because the voices told me that it was the  way I was meant to die!
 I soon had to start fighting the voices I heard cause. If I didn?t I was in danger and so was everyone around me, cause I had made a home made bomb that went off in the house, so That was the start I had to Fight the voices and no way was I  going to get locked up again.
But when I was 17 I was raped by my dad?s boyfriend, I was still using drugs as  well. That?s when my life started to turn had enough of the abuse and the torture my mind and body was going through, I had a baby girl who I had to look after and I use to feed her sleeping tablets cause I didn?t want to even her cry. I was seeing Demons and I could smell them also and I felt like I was going crazy in my  mind and I knew I need out but there was only one way out of this life to me was to kill myself and my daughter. I lived in a housing flat with my daughter, when I  was 20 I had about enough of everything and everybody in my life. I was tired of living and I didn?t want my daughter growing up in this world of hate. So I had decided on the 3rd of May to end our lives but before I did it I wanted to talk to
someone so I rang counseling Place called "the Jesus People" I was drunk and high. And I talked to this Guy on the other end and to my amazement, he believed what I was telling him. He was talking to me about Jesus and stuff, and I knew deep down I was searching for a peace in my life and not once in my life did I ever think that Jesus could give me peace. But I thought why not give it a go so I did, I was never serious about God at first all I wanted was peace, but I was  still getting tormented a lot in my mind.
  And like I would give up on God and just go my own way many times? cause I felt that I wasn?t getting anywhere. I came from an abusive childhood and my marriage was not much different. And now my children where suffering exactly the way I did and I felt there was no way out either, you may ask well why did you stay? Or why did you let it happen to your own children? Well all that I can tell you
 is that I blamed myself for what was happening around me. I know my children did not deserve what they got or how they where treated. And I do know there is  a lot of healing my children need in there life?s and I?m trusting God will do it .
   I?m believing that God will strengthen the children?s relationship with there dad and bring back the trust in us all for one another, but we also had our hard times and our good times. Many times we where not walking with God but. I knew that God was still there but we where not looking to him for help. I loved my husband and my children my husband was heavy handed with the children and myself when he hit them he believed the best way was to hit them hard. He would beat  them till they couldn?t walk cause of fear and the would actually wet them selves,
 So many times I wanted to leave But I couldn?t and I knew my Kids wanted out toso I started to think what am I going to do I was doing it on our own, I never had no one I could trust to talk too, I let my Kids down and I felt a failure to them and myself, but it has only been the last 3 years that I know myself that I wanted to get serious about God cause with out him I had nothing, But each time I decided I would make an excuse up and would never even get close to God but that is because i lost alot of faith in God as he did not answer my prayers for help..God did not answer my prayers for many years,for 12 years my kids have been beaten by there dad and I just kept asking God to help their dad and to help us.. It was not until I had enough and gave up all hope that he would ever change ,I was going to leave, my kids wanted out all they talked about was how they hated him and wanted to get him back when they got older..My husband looked to God for help, he Stopped hitting my Kids but I know they still don`t know whether to trust him or not..it will take time But my husband is doing his bets to get a relationship with his kids back,with the help of God. I know slowly I will get My faith back and believe in God but Until then I just thank God for the change he has made in my Husband as I love him so much and I know the children do also..
  I know that our family is only still together for one reason and that is because God helped their dad and I can tell you to me it is a miracle as I know nothing could have changed or stopped him, except for God. Thankyou Jesus for changing my husband into the father and husband he is meant to be Amen..

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