My Testimony

The Testimony of Andrew Mieher

A few years ago, around 2020-2021 my grandmother’s health was declining, and she could no longer take care of herself. I decided I would move in with her, taking care of her daily needs. Around the same time, almost every night, just as I would fall asleep. I would hear my name being called until I woke up. Not giving it much thought I would fall back asleep for the night. This calling continued for months until the voices eventually turned into “pray” “pray” “pray,”   A part of me had considered this to be God (after a while). But I was broken and lost. I was adopted, and my adoptive mother passed away when I was 8 years old. My adopted father had checked out on most things except for basic responsibilities and my grandmother was the one who raised me. I was Left with my own devices, growing up with no real discipline. I barely passed in school and after graduation I decided I would join the military. I served for 9 years and was released in 2019. I am now on 70% VA disability for concussions and seizures. Which can be overwhelming at times. I didn’t want anything to do with God or the devil for that matter. I just wanted to be left alone. Because after my grandmother passed, I was planning on checking out anyway. I smoked marijuana and used tobacco products all day every day from the moment I woke up until the moment I went to bed, and I believed what I was hearing was due to these vices.

One day I was sitting on the couch. Just as I was nodding off, not quite ready for bed. I Heard a deep voice speaking in a very concerned, almost loving way. I do not remember exactly what the voice said.  Although I do remember hearing “If you do not pray to me, you will be destroyed.” There was much more to what was said. Unfortunately, I was high and just didn’t care. At this point, I was a little more concerned, but I still wasn’t ready to pray or submit to a God. The voices started disappearing after this and I wasn’t hearing anything anymore, but my dreams were much more vivid.  I was being visited by an attractive but foul-looking woman with horns. The visits were short. It would rush forward and look me dead in the eyes until I woke up. My first experience with this woman was in 2007. My friends and I were at a crack house trying to buy some marijuana. We ended up making friends with the guy and sat down for a bowl. After I sat down and took a hit. The same foul-looking woman moved with an angry sprint directly towards me. This event lasted only seconds. At the time I believed this to be my deceased mother possibly trying to warn me of my actions. I’ve also woken up paralyzed unable to move while being choked by this woman. All three times I’ve been contacted; the entity looked the same. Female with horns and angry. I no longer believe this to be my mother.

Not much longer after my third encounter with what I now believe to be a Jezebel. The normal bumps and movements of a typical house started getting louder and more frequent. Things started falling over, cans started popping loudly and a fresh wine bottle burst open and spilled all over the floor. Around this time, I started researching and looking up videos online. No bible at this point but somewhere I came across that Jesus might be hiding out as a homeless man, so I decided to go looking. I pulled out a bit of cash and asked God where I should go. As I was driving, I received a unique signal suggesting I should take a right and a left. So, I did. Behind the right and left was a dumpster with a young lady rummaging through the trash. I gave her the money and told her Jesus loves you. I then returned home. The next day I remembered a specific man who hung out at my local gas station. He had been there for a year or so. When I arrived, he was nowhere to be found and (to this day I cannot find him). So, I drove around looking and couldn’t find anyone. This was weird for my side of town, it’s not the worst part, but on Carpenter St, you can always find someone who is unhoused. I decided I would head home. On my way home just a few blocks from my house. I passed a man who looked homeless. So, I whipped a U-turn and headed back towards him. The whole time I was passing this man he was looking at me with an intense glare. He was wearing sunglasses, and his eyebrows were elevated suggesting to me “You finally going to come talk to me?” I whipped another U-turn and pulled over to the curb. I said “Excuse me sir” and repeated “Jesus loves you” and gave him some cash. He took the money, looked at it, then placed one hand over his heart, put his head into the car window, stared at me with a most serious look, and spoke “Call me if you need me.” All I could say was “Thank you” and I drove off. I drove a block ahead and started crying uncontrollably. Later that same day my adopted father gave me my first bible. My dad said,” I want you to have this.” My mind was blown. How could I have a possible moment with Jesus and receive a bible from my dad on the same day??

My life dramatically changed after these events. My dead and numb heart started to glow and even burn some. I put down all forms of marijuana, tobacco, and pornography. I have had very little want to pick these items back up. When I do get an urge, it’s thwarted almost instantly. I’ve tried to quit several times in the past and failed miserably at each attempt.

I’ve now been 3 months sober. I’ve been fighting with the VA for 100% disability and had to hire a lawyer because they threatened to lower my rating. VA disability paperwork takes months, even years in some cases to complete. Since Jesus, $15,000 in back pay has been put into my bank account with the lawyer saying, She still hasn’t finished her paperwork and surprisingly I’m now at 100%. Which is unusual from her experience. So, I decided to keep giving.  I was driving downtown 9th Street by the Salvation Army. The first three people I contacted were all males. Each was in a separate area, at least a mile from one another. Upon arrival, they were crying or teary-eyed. I said to them “Jesus loves you” and handed them some money, and each person replied, “I love you too bro.” All three people were teary-eyed before I had mentioned anything to them, and they all replied back the same exact thing to me. Every time I do something pleasing to Jesus my chest burns ever so slightly that makes me feel like Jesus is working on my heart.

I now pray 5 times a day unless I’m fasting. When I wake up, before I bed down, and before each meal. As I was lying down one night and had forgotten to pray. I heard an excessively loud trumpet of a voice that just said……PRAAAAY… I immediately jumped out of bed and started to pray. I no longer hear my name or any voices before bed. but I know Jesus is watching over me. I thank the lord for guiding me to a righteous path that is pleasing in his eyes. From this day forward I vow to follow his teachings and will continue to do so until we all come into his everlasting grace.

Unfortunately, demonic activity in my dreams and throughout the day has gotten worse. Almost as if a target has been placed on my back.  I’ve begun cleaning my neighborhood. Picking up trash in the mornings. People have been purposely dumping garbage and severed animal remains (goat parts) where I’ve been cleaning. They’ve spray painted (do you believe now) on the back walls of where I live. I even went to a catholic church to get holy water and help from a priest. I asked and waited for the lady who was there. She filled my bottles with holy water. Unfortunately, no priest was available that day. As I waited for the holy water, I looked around and came across a statue of Mother Mary. Upon close inspection of the statue, my chest started burning tenfold. Far greater than any encounter I’ve had thus far. It was overwhelming and forced fear into my mind. I haven’t had an enjoyable burning sensation from Jesus since. At least not anything that compares to what was. Almost as if it’s been damaged. Soon after I learned Catholicism to be pagan.

My adopted father is a member of the lodge or a Freemason and actively marries same-sex people. My adopted mother was a daughter of Job or the order of the Eastern Star. My birth mother practices witchcraft and says that we come from a long line of witches. She and my sister are telepathic, so they say. I’ve always just passed this off as excessive drug use. Drugs were the main reason for my adoption in the first place. Unfortunately, I cannot deny that I may be subjected to a generational curse from all sides of my family. I’ve since rejected all that gives Satan praise and denounces Jesus as our savior. I’ve renounced all secret societies and the occult. I give praise to the one true God Jesus Christ and ask for his forgiveness here today. Thank you.