How I Met Harry Potter

I was teaching private music lessons in Minneapolis. I was driving to the home of a ten year old girl in an affluent western suburb. Her parents had bought this peculiar house. It was built in 1970 and was designed to look like a space ship. I thought of Space Odyssey 2001, which came out in 1969.

It had these windows that remind you of a submarine, and the entire interior walls were done in an off-white linen. Add to this, the couple sold antiques. This submarine/spaceship style house was filled with huge, dark mahoghany and oak furniture from the Victorian period, mainly. There were dining room pieces that reached very high with ornate carving.

Like many antiques, these had a strong, spooky presence attached to them. Walking into the house, I felt a spooky presence throughout.

Then, I would go into the girl's room, which was pretty girlish - in pinks, where she also kept her keyboard. We would sit there and practice the piano together. She caught on very quickly. I noticed her Harry Potter books and asked her about them. She was poring over them, reading one after the other. I asked to borrow one, as I had heard about them but wanted to examine them for myself.

In addition to this, i was bringing CD's for her music education that were not only educational, they were inspirational. I was "smuggling" God into her home. She was loving the music. I brought her the soundtrack to "Sister Act II" with songs like "Oh Happy Day" and she was singing loudly "WHEN JESUS WASHED, MY SINS AWAY!!!"

It was a victory for God.

i brought home her Harry Potter book, I don't remember now which one it was in the series. It was all about witchcraft. Oh don't try to tell me otherwise, because, you see, I have lived twenty years in the city of Minneapolis...and I know witchcraft because it permeates the entire city.

Seventeen years ago, young and dumb, I met this guy in Minneapolis who called himself a white witch, like in the Wizard Of Oz - a good witch. Yeah, right. It was not "all good." It was bad. I was dumb enough to decide to go to his apartment to "hang out." He wore long black priestly robes, and had hair dyed black.

At his apartment he showed me the articles of his "trade:" Animal feet, oils, potions, etc. etc. he had stuff for putting curses on people.

Then, my last bus left - I relied on bus service, so I was stuck-no money for a cab, it was freezing cold outside, so, being cool and unafraid, I was going to "crash" at his pad for the rest of the night. I tried to lie on a thin mattress on the living room floor and fall asleep, but there was a disturbing presence. The disturbance mounted until at last I felt something tied around my neck - something invisible, it was almost strangling me. I just lay there enduring this until the sun started to rise at 5AM and I fled his apartment.

The disturbing presence pursued me - an all too familiar experience living in Minneapolis. I called a man who was nationally reknowned as a pastor in "deliverance" ministry. He was so well known that Oprah had him on her show. I had gone to him at other times when I felt "pursued" by evil. Over the phone he prayed for me, and soon after I got off the phone - poof! The presence left. He prayed in Jesus' name.

Back to Harry Potter. The details of the lessons in the school in Harry Potter showed the same practices as the man I met. I have also heard about various elements involved in witchcraft from other sources. The Harry Potter stuff is all about witchcraft!

As I read the book, my mouth was dropping. How were American parents letting this stuff slide? How were they allowing this?

There's more. I put the book down and tried to go to bed. Now, before this, God had been teaching me about purging and cleansing my home to make it His sanctuary. He had directed me to dispose of all sorts of films - films with violence or ungodly sex, etc.

He even directed me to get rid of my book of Shakespeare. I realized that Shakespeare wrote stories based on Greek tragedies - PAGAN stories rooted in a belief in a fate that no one can oppose - an evil fate that you were assigned to and had no choice. It is evil. And later I will talk about what relationship this has to the girl killed in Columbine high school who was also reading Shakespeare when the boys came in and found her in the library.

God directed me to throw that literary classic - IN THE DUMPSTER.

I got rid of books, videos, CDs, and things - things with bad memories attached to them. Eventually I got rid of pictures of old boyfriends, and lots of things God directed me to be done with.

I had a godly friend come to my home and together we sprinkled the blood of the Eternal Lamb, in the form of communal wine, on all doorposts, over windows, and we poured it into the four corners of my property.

NOW, the Harry Potter book was in that sanctuary, and it suddenly revealed itself.

A horrible presence, a disturbing presence was in my home, similar to the presence that I found in that man's home years before. I couldn't sleep. I have a chandelier in my dining room. It always worked and had no electrical problems and does to this day, but on that night, the lights started to flicker. There were no storms, no power outages.

I knew I had to get rid of that book. The night wore on and it was late and I had insomnia and anxiety. I couldn't throw the book out because it belonged to this girl. At 3:00 AM it was not a good time to go to the girl's parents and return the book.

But I did return it to her. I drove to their house, placed the book in a paper bag, and left it on their front step. The next day i told them I was driving by, but it was late, so I decided to leave it there so I wouldn't forget to bring it another time.

People, get a clue. Harry Potter is some way of making witchcraft kid-friendly. It is so diabolical, yet the door has been flung wide open. Titanic ahead.

Oh, I forgot to mention: I got a victory in that home. Before my teaching ended, I walked into the girl's home one day and noticed that the dark, ugly presence had gone. Jesus had walked into that house.

Earlier on, one day as I was about to leave one day, the girl suddenly started telling me about a church they had gone to out East - how dead it was - just a joke! Thus we have it! The motive - they reason the door had been opened to the devil - the failure of organized church.