The Curse of the Gilded Sword
I want to give this to you son.
I am the eldest son and I suppose that is why, when I was eight, my mother gave me this family heirloom. It was a sword like the one pictured at the right. My mother said that the sword was from my deceased grandfather, who received it from his father.
Handing me the gilded sword, my mom said that because she was her fathers only child it had come to her and now she was giving it to me because I was the oldest male child in our family.
I looked at the sword in my hand I though to myself, “this is the coolest thing ever!” I felt very special as I took the blade out of its sheath, barely hearing my mother recounting how my great grandfather was a 33 degree mason of the Scottish rite.
My family was not religious. I went to Catholic Mass with my father once or twice, but found the church service boring. I could not understand a single thing the priest said and hated kneeling down for such a long time. My mother said Hail Mary’s with me before I went to sleep each night and I always like that very much. However, when I was about 8 she stopped doing that.
I read at a voracious pace. Science fiction was my favorite type of story but I was also keenly interested in the paranormal. I read about ESP and different types of unusual psychic experiences. One time my friends and I tried some sort of spell or enchantment but when my face changed they became scared and never wanted to do it again.
Magic always seemed to make sense to me and even sometimes worked when I tried it. One time a substitute teacher, whom I guess was into eastern mysticism, taught our physics class. She came to me and handed me an amulet saying that it would become hot in my hand if I were in tune with “the spirit world.” When she gave it to me I could hardly hold it because of the heat.
I was a tormented soul. I did not know why but something happened when I was younger about the time I received the sword. I felt anger and isolation. In grade school, even though I was very large for my age, I was bullied by gangs of children who would taunt me during recess while the school yard monitors did nothing. I did not know why this was happening to me. I assumed it must have been my fault and my self esteem suffered on a daily basis.
One of my only two friends invited me to a Bible Baptist camp. Jack was saved and probably hoped I would come to know the Lord too. I thought it was all a bunch of malarkey but I went anyway because I enjoyed paling around with my friend. I heard that you were supposed to do “pranks” while at camp and so I set about figuring out what mischief I could cause. I hit up the brilliant, although disgusting, idea of removing all the float chains of the camp toilets so that they would not flush. Unfortunately, my plan succeeded beyond expectations.
Yup, I’m dead
While sitting on the Bible Camp bus, waiting to go somewhere, a very stern and upset man boarded the vehicle announcing that some terrible person had sabotaged the boys rest room facilities. Apparently, no one had bothered to alert the staff and the kids simply kept using the toilets until they were totally full to over flowing. Though this man was a baptist minister I knew, from his “testimony” that he as a former Marine Corps Sargent and a shiver ran down my spine. Slowly, seat by seat, person by terrified person, that “minister” who was “intimidation personified” looked every boy directly in the eyes. I knew my only hope was to resist flinching when he came to me or my fate would be sealed. Finally, my turn came, our eyes met, and I met his gaze without flinching and after a couple seconds (which seemed to last an hour) he moved on to the next cringing suspect.
Later, on the last day of the camp during the alter call, I was the only kid out of almost 200 present who refused to come forward. That same drill Sargent/preacher kept calling and saying “is there anyone else that would like to give their heart to the lord tonight.” Though I felt extremely convicted I simply that same steely determination that helped me not flinch on the bus would not allow me to move when he called.
Jesus, please forgive me and come into my heart
Later on that night, though, while in my bunk bed I did ask Jesus to come into my heart and I felt the weight of sin literally lift off of me and the love of God fill my heart and soul!
From that point on my life began to change. Eventually, I decided to go to Bible College and learn about the word of God. I was still tormented but at least I had clear direction.
As if I were a staving man I devoured the word of God. Not only did I take more than a full load of classes but I started listening to the churches extensive tape library of past sermons and Bible College courses. Everyday, as I drove and delivered news papers my cassette tape recorder preach to me from my dashboard. When that was not enough, I even obtained permission to access to the restricted tape library and that is when I found out about demonic deliverance.
Can Christians have demons?
I could not believe what I heard. Could a Christian have a demon? As the tape described how demons worked and what they could make people do it was like they were describing what happened to me! Were all those kids that used to torment me simply manifesting evil spirits? Could this be the answer to why I had suffered so much in my young life? Is this why all those things had happened to me? Was all this anger and torment I felt rooted in demons? I had to find out.
I went to a counselor at the college and told him point blank, “I think I am demon possessed.” The counselor replied, “no, you can’t be possessed by and evil spirit because you are saved and filled with God’s Spirit.” “No” I said, “I really think I am demonically possessed.” After a long talk the counselor was satisfied that I was not possessed and sent me on my way.
Feeling none the better, I went back to my studies and tried my best to “be happy.” Try as I might, though, I was still miserable and believed that somehow demons were, at the very least, oppressing me.
Then one day, Demonic Deliverance hit our church. TMany in the congregation were horrified as our pastor and elders started praying for people to get delivered. People, even pillars of the church, started manifesting demons. This time, when I went to my counselor, he looked into my eyes and saw my pupil constrict every time He mentioned the name of Jesus and promptly took me to a prayer team.
As the team began to pray something inside of me uncoiled and uttered an unearthly roar/scream as it sprang from deep inside my body into and through my mouth. It was horrific and men rushed from all around the sanctuary to hold me down. I don’t even want to describe it other than to say that I experienced some of the worst parts of the movie “the exorcist.”
Delivered and set free
Deliverance changed me. The torment left and I felt like I could think strait for the first time in in my life. People could not get over how different I was. Inside, all the anger was gone and I felt peace. About that time I remembered the gilded sword. I don’t know why, but I had brought it to Bible College and had it stashed in my dorm room. After being delivered, I felt this overwhelming urge to get rid of it although I did not know why.
Destroying the evil thing
Yielding to what must have been the Holy Sprit, I took the sword out to a place where I had been cutting firewood and laid it on a large block of solid wood. As I raised the 8 pound sledge hammer high into the air I could have sworn that I heard someone screaming . Down came the sledge as hard as I could swing it on that beautiful gilded sword. Over and over I hit it and when it fell off the block I put it back and hit it some more until I was exhausted. When I finished my great grandfathers heirloom lay shattered to pieces
As I looked at the bits and parts of what had been my family heirloom I saw a very brief vision of a man walking away from me in a black cloak. In doing research for this essay I came across this excerpt from the initiation of a 33rd degree mason in the Scottish rite written by Jim Shaw.
“One of the Conductors then handed the “candidate” a human skull, upside down, with wine in it. “May this wine I now drink become a deadly poison to me, as the Hemlock juice drunk by Socrates, should I ever knowingly or willfully violate the same” (the oath).
He then drank the wine. A skeleton (one of the brothers dressed like one – he looked very convincing) then stepped out of the shadows and threw his arms around the “candidate.” Then he (and we) continued the sealing of the obligation by saying, “And may these cold arms forever encircle me should I ever knowingly or willfully violate the same.”
The Sovereign Grand Commander closed the meeting of the Supreme Council “with the Mystic Number,” striking with his sword five, three, one and then two times. After the closing prayer, we all said “amen, amen, amen,” and it was over.”
“On Thursday evening we gathered at our home Temple and dressed for the ceremony. It was always a most solemn occasion and seemed a little awesome, even to those of us who had done it many times.
Dressed in long, black, hooded robes, we marched in, single file, with only our faces partly showing, and took our seats.”
The end of the matter
I do not normally such testimonies because I do not like to dwell upon evil. I have been delivered and set free by the power of God through the name of Jesus Christ. God. my heavenly Father, has been gracious and allowed me to overcome many obstacles that I hardly knew where there.
I have shared this testimony for two reasons. 1. Demons are real and are at the “root” of many areas of our lives that trouble us. 2. Certain artifacts that are handed down from generation to generation are demonic talismans that bind and torment those who possess them. You have to destroy them in order to be truly free. I know this all sounds a bit “X files’s-ish” but it is really true. I had to destroy that sword for the curses to be broken.
Demons are cast out by the finger of God. With God on our side we do not have to fear such evil. However, though the Devil and his hordes are a defeated foe, they can work their evil upon us if we are not aware of their strong holds. Many people, like I did, struggle in life not understanding why they are having so many difficulties. It is written,
“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”
If you are discouraged and feeling hopeless because, though you try you best, you never seem to catch a break, there is hope. I hope this story will help you realize that what you may be experiencing in your life is not because you are “bad” but because of bad things your ancestors did. Sometimes, like happened to me, demonic curses must be broken and demons must be cast out in Jesus name before you can be truly free. Amen
This is the first of a series of five messages given by Frank Hammond who wrote “Pigs in the Parlor,” a book about demonic deliverance. You can view the rest on YouTube.