For 18 years, I was a witch. Not a woman playing at being a witch. Not a woman reading books on black magic for fun. A real witch with real powers, real results, and real victims. I destroyed marriages that seemed rock solid. I blocked the careers of talented, hard-working people. I inflicted sickness on bodies that were perfectly healthy. I shut doors that God himself had lovingly opened for his children.
I sowed confusion in minds that were clear and determined. And I succeeded against almost everyone, almost. Because there was one type of Christian I absolutely could not touch. A type of Christian whom Satan himself had strictly forbidden us to approach. A type of Christian whose very name on our list made the most powerful demons tremble. And tonight, I am going to reveal exactly who that Christian is.
I am going to tell you exactly what made them untouchable. I am going to tell you exactly what Satan does not want you to know because you can become that person. Not in a month, not in a year, but starting tonight, starting this very minute as you hear these words. My friends, my name is Claudine. I am 52 years old. Today I am covered by the precious and powerful blood of Jesus Christ. Today I walk in the light.
Today I am free, completely free. But for 18 years, I was on the other side. On the side of those who watch you in the spiritual realm. On the side of those who study your weaknesses with patience and method. On the side of those who attack while you sleep. Among those who block your prayers before they even reach heaven. It was from that dark and terrible place that I discovered a secret Satan guarded with absolute jealousy.
A secret he would do anything to keep you from ever learning. That secret is this: there are Christians whom demons cannot touch. Not because the demons do not want to touch them. They desire to do so deeply with ferocious hatred. But because a law in the realm of darkness absolutely and permanently prevents them.
Let me take you into something that no one outside the realm of darkness knows. Something I would never have revealed had Jesus Christ not set me free and transformed me.
In the realm of darkness, there was a structure, an organization, a precise hierarchy. Demons did not work haphazardly. Witches did not choose their targets at random. Everything was organized, planned, and coordinated with terrifying precision. Each week, we received a list, a list of targets carefully prepared by the princes of darkness. On that list were names, addresses, family situations, precisely identified weaknesses, and spotted open doors.
Next to each name was a specific instruction. Attack now. Wait until he weakens further. Approach through finances. Approach through family. Use sickness. Use temptation. Use confusion. But there were names that never appeared on that list. Never. Week after week, those names were absent. And when a new inexperienced witch dared to ask why those names were always missing, the prince of darkness would reply in a cold voice that made the walls of our meeting room tremble.
Those Christians, you do not touch them. You do not approach them. You do not even look in their direction. If you try, what you receive in return will be far worse than what you sent out. My friends, I have seen with my own eyes high-ranking demons recoil before completely ordinary Christians, not religious celebrities, not bishops with impressive titles embossed on gold leaf business cards, but ordinary people, single mothers raising their children, teachers living simple lives, young students with no money or influence, elderly people living alone in small houses.
And these ordinary people carried something extraordinary that the natural world could not see. And this something made any attack not only impossible but dangerous for those who attempted it. For weeks I obsessively studied these untouchable Christians. I observed their habits from morning till night. I relentlessly sought out their weaknesses. I analyzed their lives from every possible angle and discovered seven specific things.
Seven common characteristics, seven habits that all these untouchable Christians shared without exception. Seven things you can start practicing this very evening. I am going to reveal them all to you one by one with every detail I observed from the realm of darkness.
The first thing, and my friends, this is the foundation for everything else, is that they lived in a state of daily and absolutely continuous repentance. Understand clearly what I mean.
These Christians did not repent only when they committed a grave and obvious sin. They did not reserve repentance for special occasions. Every single evening before closing their eyes, they would sit quietly before God and examine their entire day with total honesty. Every thought that did not honor God, every word spoken without love, every moment their eyes had gazed upon something impure, every instant their hearts had strayed even by a millimeter from God's will, they repented of it all immediately, sincerely, without downplaying, justifying, or making excuses.
And this daily continuous repentance would close every door, every crack, and every opening before midnight. Every single night, my friends, in the realm of darkness, unconfessed sin is our primary entry point into a Christian's life. When you sin and do not repent immediately, that door remains open, wide open, and we enter easily without effort or resistance. But these untouchable Christians never left a door open for more than a few hours. Never.
Before we even had time to organize an attack on that door, it was already sealed tight by sincere repentance. And the next morning, they would wake up with fresh shining armor, free of any visible cracks. We would look at their armor with frustration because there was absolutely nowhere to latch onto for an attack.
The second thing is that they praised God constantly in every circumstance. My friends, these Christians didn't just praise God on Sunday mornings in a beautiful church with lovely music and a wonderful atmosphere. They praised God in their kitchens while preparing dinner. They praised God in their cars while stuck in traffic. They praised God in the shower in the morning before even having their coffee. They praised God in moments of deep pain. They praised God in moments of doubt and confusion. They praised God when the results didn't come. They praised God when prayers seemed unanswered. Their mouths were fountains of praise that never ran dry.
Regardless of external circumstances, my friends, when a Christian praises God sincerely from the bottom of their heart, something terrible and devastating happens for the realm of darkness: a presence, a presence that is real, tangible, powerful, and absolutely overwhelming. A presence so radiant, so intense, and so sovereign that demons cannot physically remain in its vicinity. Not even the most powerful princes of darkness. This presence is God himself. The very presence of God.
And where God truly dwells, darkness has no right to remain, no permission to operate, and no possibility of launching an attack. These untouchable Christians lived in a state of constant praise and thus in a constant unbroken divine presence, and none of our attacks could penetrate that presence. We would try only to be instantly repelled as if an invisible impassable wall were blocking our advance.
The third point is that they acted with intention, conviction, and a power we recognized and feared. My friends, there is a fundamental and immense difference between fasting out of religious habit and fasting with a precise powerful spiritual intention.
These untouchable Christians knew exactly why they were fasting. Each time they had a precise target to seize, a specific promise to claim, a particular enemy to drive back, a particular door to open. And this intentional targeted fasting generated spiritual power of such intensity that we were absolutely powerless to counter it regardless of our experience or rank within the realm of darkness.
But my friends, in the world of darkness we loathed authentic fasting with a deep visceral hatred. Not the superficial fasting some practice to be seen and admired. Not fasting for the sake of social appearances within the church, but the sincere deep fasting of the heart that rises to God like a pure flame.
Every hour of sincere fasting directly and visibly weakened our offensive structures. Every day of intentional fasting shattered chains we had forged and reinforced over years or even decades. The prayers accompanying these fasts pierced through all our spiritual barricades, all our lines of defense, and all our obstacles as if we simply did not exist, as if our years of labor held no value, as if our strongest structures were made of wet paper. And we watched our works disintegrate in utter helplessness.
The fourth point is that they immediately captured and rejected every negative, impure, or discouraging thought.
These untouchable Christians did not allow their minds to wander freely into dark territories. They did not sit with negative thoughts to analyze, dwell upon, or nurture them. No, when a thought of fear knocked at the door of their minds, they immediately recognized it for what it was—an attack—and they would immediately replace it with a specific promise from God. When a thought of doubt arose, they would declare God's word aloud without hesitation. When an impure thought tried to take hold, they would reject it with quiet immediate firmness.
Their minds were fortresses locked from the inside with bolts we could not force open. But dear ones, the mind is our primary battlefield. Before attacking your health, we first attack your mind. Before attacking your finances, we first attack your mind. Before attacking your relationships, we first attack your mind. We plant thoughts with terrifying patience and precision. Thoughts of doubt about God, thoughts of fear regarding the future, thoughts of impurity that soil the conscience, thoughts of discouragement that paralyze action.
And if you accept these thoughts, if you let them take root, if you begin to nurture them, they become open gates in your armor. Gates through which we can freely attack. But these untouchable Christians accepted nothing of what we planted. Absolutely nothing. Every thought we sowed was immediately uprooted and replaced by the living word of God. And our most sophisticated strategies died before they could even begin to take effect.
The fifth point is that they lived in true, deep, and authentic spiritual community. These untouchable Christians never walked alone. Never. They had brothers and sisters in the faith who knew their real struggles, who prayed for them by name, specifically interceding for their particular situations, who covered them spiritually in a conscious and deliberate way, who bore their burdens when they were too heavy, and who supported them in moments of weakness. This collective covering created a spiritual wall around each of them, a wall of such thickness and solidity that we could not possibly breach it on our own.
My friends, an isolated Christian is by far our favorite target. A Christian without spiritual covering, without genuine brothers and sisters praying for them, is infinitely more vulnerable and easier to attack. Isolation is one of our favorite strategies. We work hard to isolate Christians, to convince them they need no one, and to sew offenses and misunderstandings that sever them from their community because we know that alone they are far more accessible.
Yet these untouchable Christians resisted all our attempts to isolate them. They remained connected. They remained covered. And whenever we tried to attack one of them, an entire praying community would respond. We were not facing just one person. We were facing an entire army organized and determined, and we would retreat every single time without exception.
The sixth point is that they gave with a generosity that completely defied natural human logic. These untouchable Christians did not give out of religious obligation or fear of the consequences of not giving. They gave because they loved God with a deep sincere love. They gave because they loved others with a real practical love. They gave of their finances even when their own needs were not fully met. They gave of their time even when they were exhausted. They gave their energy, their talents, and their resources. Everything they owned was open and available to God and to others. And this radical generosity consecrated everything they had to God.
Their homes, their children, their work, their dreams, and their possessions. Everything was consciously and deliberately placed into God's hands through the ongoing act of generosity. My friends, in the realm of darkness, we could not touch what was covered and consecrated by sacrificial generosity. It is a spiritual law that even the princes of darkness cannot violate. Their possessions were protected by an invisible divine barrier.
Their finances were guarded by angels specifically assigned to cover them. Their children were shielded by a protection we could not breach because everything had been consciously placed in God's hands. And what God holds firmly in his hands, we cannot tear away. Impossible. Never.
The seventh thing, and my friends, this is the most powerful of all. This is what personally broke me, transformed me, and drew me to Jesus Christ, is that they sincerely, deeply, and actively loved their enemies, not in theory, not merely by saying the words without living them out.
They genuinely prayed for those who persecuted them. They wholeheartedly blessed those who cursed them. They did concrete, practical good to those who caused them harm. And this active sincere love for their enemies was by far the most devastating and terrifying weapon I had encountered in 18 full years of witchcraft. My friends, when a Christian sincerely prays for their enemy, something catastrophic and irreversible happens to all our plans.
All the arrows we had carefully prepared are turning back against us. All the curses the witches had cast with precision are returning to the center, multiplied. All the darkness that we had sent in her direction mysteriously and instantly transformed into a blessing and light for her. Loving one's enemies is our absolute and total undoing. It is the weapon Satan fears most on earth. And these untouchable Christians were filled with it to overflowing.
My friends, let me now tell you about the specific event that changed everything for me. The event that led me to the other side that brought me out of the cage of darkness and into the freedom of Jesus Christ. There was a woman in our town, an utterly ordinary looking woman. She was a seamstress who worked in a small shop behind her home. No grand religious titles, no renowned ministry at major conferences, no social media following, a simple woman whom most people wouldn't even notice as she walked down the street.
Yet in the spiritual realm, she was surrounded by a light so intense, so brilliant, and so powerful that the other witches in our group refused even to look in her direction. Some said the light seared their spiritual eyes when they tried to look at her directly. I was the group's expert, the most experienced, and by the standards of darkness, the most powerful with 18 years of practice and a track record the other witches admired. I decided I would attack this woman personally. I would prove once and for all that no one was truly untouchable.
I would find the crack in her armor that the others had missed and shatter the light that defied our authority in the city. For four full months, I tried everything. I employed every technique I knew, every ritual I had learned and every power at my disposal. I unleashed spirits of sickness upon her. It kept coming back to me. I sent spirits of poverty to block her finances. It came back. I sent spirits of division to shatter her marriage and drive her children away from her.
They all came back to me. Multiplied. I tried at night. I tried during the day. I tried while she slept. I tried while she worked. Nothing. Absolutely nothing worked. And every attempt rebounded on me with greater force than what I had sent out. I was beginning to be affected myself by the backlash from my own attacks. One evening, exhausted, frustrated, and for the first time in my career, slightly frightened, I asked the higher spirit guiding our group why absolutely nothing worked against this ordinary woman.
Why did all my attacks rebound? Why did all my strategies fail? And that spirit answered me with something I will never forget until my dying breath. He answered in a voice that trembled, not with authority, but with something that sounded eerily like fear. He told me, "This woman does not belong to you. She does not belong to us. She belongs to no force of darkness on this earth or beneath it. She belongs entirely and irrevocably to the one we refuse to name.
Every part of her life has been surrendered to him voluntarily and consciously. Her thoughts belong to him. Her mouth is consecrated to him. Her eyes are guarded by him. Her home is covered by him. Her family is protected by him. Her finances are in his hands. Her dreams are sealed by him. There is no open door, no accessible crack, no possible point of entry from any angle. She is completely and permanently untouchable.
And if you persist in pursuing her, you will draw upon yourself a power you cannot withstand, one from which you will never recover." My friends, that evening something within me shattered. It wasn't just my resistance to God. It was something deeper, something at the very foundation of my beliefs. I realized with sudden, terrifying clarity that for 10 years I had served a power that was afraid, a power that trembled and recoiled before a simple seamstress praying in her small workshop.
A power that issued strict orders to its own soldiers never to approach certain ordinary human beings. A power that had used me as a tool for 18 years only to tell me now to back away from a woman the natural world didn't even notice. And for the first time in 18 years, I realized I had chosen the wrong side, that I had served the wrong power, that I had wasted 18 years of my life serving something that was in the end afraid of the light.
That night, as I walked home alone with this revelation burning in my heart, I made the most important decision of my life. I decided to leave the darkness. Not easily, not without intense pain, not without a spiritual battle I wouldn't wish on anyone. Not without nights of absolute terror, but I left it all behind. And Jesus Christ welcomed me exactly as I was with my entire past with all my years in darkness with all the evil I had done. He received me, washed me in his precious blood, freed me from every bond, every chain and every stronghold. Transformed me from the inside out, and gave me exactly what that seamstress possessed, a life beyond reach, armor without a single crack and a name that no longer appears on any list at any gathering of darkness.
My dear ones, I will now pray with you and this prayer will do something real and permanent in the spiritual realm tonight. Your name will be removed from the target list. A new instruction will be issued in the darkness concerning you, and a divine barrier will be placed around you and all that belongs to you. Stand where you are. Place your right hand on your heart. Close your eyes and shout this prayer with me with all your faith, all your strength, and all your soul.
Heavenly Father, in the almighty and glorious name of Jesus Christ, I stand before you tonight with all that I am and all that I have. Lord, I want to be untouchable. Not for my own glory, not for my own comfort, but for your glory and your honor. Father, place within me, beginning tonight, a spirit of daily and continuous repentance. May I stand before you honestly each night before I sleep. And may every door be closed before midnight, close every opening that my sins have created.
May every crack my mistakes have created heal. And may I wake up tomorrow morning with fresh shining armor without a single flaw. Lord, place constant praise in my mouth, in my cooking, in my car, in my moments of pain, in my moments of doubt. May your presence be so constant and so powerful around me that darkness finds no space to approach. Teach me to pray with intention, with conviction, and with power.
May my prayers no longer be empty religious traditions, but precise spiritual weapons that break chains and open closed heavens. Father, keep my thoughts captive to your word. May every thought the enemy tries to plant in my mind be immediately recognized, rejected, and replaced by a promise from your word. May my mind be an impenetrable fortress. Surround me with true brothers and sisters in faith who are truly there for me.
May I never walk alone in this life. May our community be a wall the enemy cannot breach. Lord, make me generous with a generosity that surpasses my human understanding. May all that I possess be consciously placed in your hands and covered by your divine protection. And Father, fill me with a sincere and active love for my enemies. May my prayers for those who persecute me be the weapon that destroys all their attacks against me.
Father, from this evening onward, I declare that I am untouchable. My name is removed from all lists of darkness. Instruction is given in all the kingdoms of darkness. This person belongs entirely and permanently to God. Do not approach it. Do not touch it. Do not even look in its direction. In the name of Jesus Christ, my Lord and my Savior, I am untouchable. My family is untouchable. My home is untouchable.
My future is untouchable. Amen and amen and amen. My dear ones, you are untouchable from this evening on. Not because you are perfect, not because you have never made a mistake, but because you have decided this evening to belong entirely to the one whom the darkness cannot name. Your name has just been removed from every list. Your address has just been erased from all the records of darkness. An invisible and impossible divine barrier has just been placed around you, your family, your home, your finances, your dreams, and everything you touch.
Maintain these seven habits every day. Keep your armor intact through continuous repentance, constant praise, powerful fasting, taking thoughts captive, solid community, radical generosity, and sincere love for your enemies. And no force of darkness will ever again find an open door in your life. Never. Never again. In the name of Jesus Christ. God bless you my dear ones. You're untouchable forever.
Never forget it.
