But It Was My Favorite Holiday!

Coming to grips with choosing celebrating Halloween vs. honoring a soul-saving sacrifice.

“Thousands of dollars here! I am literally throwing away thousands of dollars. This hurts!”

In a similar incident in 2000, the Lord had called me to throw away all my first edition, autographed Anne Rice books. All books in The Vampire Chronicles; The Witching Hour; and The Mummy had to be tossed after a horrific night with dreams of witches and real life demonic screams that woke up my roommate at 3 am. But that isn’t what I’m talking about here. (Maybe I’ll post that story in the near future.)

19 years later, I would be convicted that all things Halloween needed to go. That I could not serve two masters. Either I loved Jesus or I loved the holiday that is most holy to Satanists, Witches, Santaria, the Occult, and all things related to the dark underworld.

Which would it be? Who would I choose? The One who died a torturous and horrific death and spent 3 days in hell so I could spend eternity in a beautiful, loving relationship with Him, or the one who comes to steal, kill, and destroy…the one who keeps trying to destroy me?

The choice should be easy, right? I feel ashamed to say it wasn’t.

November 1st was always my own Frugal Girl Holiday when everything is half off at Spirit Halloween Store. Every year, the day after Halloween, I would stock up on 50% off decorations and costumes so the next year’s party would be even more goulishious.

I was always surprised at the number of people who showed up for my Halloween parties and I looked forward to them every year. I went all out on the cookies that looked like dead witch fingers, coffin shaped brownies, fruit kabob jack o’ lanterns, Bloody Mary in a punchbowl with a floating ice hand, puking pumpkins, witch’s brew, etc. and it seemed like people expected me to have a Halloween party.

I decided to forgo the parties in lieu of the Coffin Races in Manitou Spring in 2015 and then for work in 2016 and then a devastating break up had me renting in someone else’s home so in 2017 and 2018 I just attended some other fabulous Halloween parties. But each year I continued with my November 1st half-off Halloween shopping sprees.

The decorations I had amassed were exquisite, complete with a 5’ tall witch that could wander around the room on a moving roomba-esque base, a top half of a zombie torso that could grasp onto your shower rod or whatever you could come up with, while its guts dangled below, glowing skeletons, just to name a few.

I’d hoped they’d be able to finally emerge from the 6 four-foot storage tubs that housed them in 2019. Yes, I had 6 huge tubs of decorations and costumes just waiting for the re-birth of the 2019 Halloween party, which should have been the best ever. I’d been amassing all new creepiness for four years and 2019 was sure to be the perfect year to christen it all. (That’s probably not the best term to use.)

There were thousands of dollars in decorations that had never been seen that I was so excited to display…and then God asked, “Who will you choose?”

I don’t even remember what prompted it, but it was like with the Anne Rice books. All of a sudden, the veil was lifted from my eyes and the holiday I enjoyed the most was revealed as something abhorrent to my Jesus, my Yeshua. My Savior who had suffered such horrific torture so that He could be with me.

His skin was ripped from his body causing his ribs to be visible, in order that I might get to spend eternity with Him. He wanted a relationship with me so badly, that He was willing to let His body be so destroyed it would have made any of my macabre decorations look tame.

All of a sudden, I realized I was celebrating satan and participating in death rituals when I had a Savior who had conquered both satan and death.

Who would I choose? I was convicted I needed to get rid of all things Halloween related. Could I do it?

Strangely enough, Daniel, the boyfriend who had been the one to take me to the last 2 fabulous Halloween parties I’d attended, put on by Christians and attended by Christians, was the one who would support me in my decision to get rid of all of it.

I don’t mean sell it and get a portion of my money back. Nope! It had to be destroyed. I did not feel like I was allowed to let this stuff exist and that it had to be burned…but oh my goodness it was a tough thing to do.

I was strong enough to pack it up, but Daniel was the one who would take it and destroy it. Everything! Everything even remotely related to Halloween was stripped from my home and my storage.

I passed the test…with some help.

At the time, I only had a sudden conviction. Nothing else. Just a gut (Holy Spirit) feeling that Halloween was not okay for me.

It wasn’t long after that that I realized why.

It’s not as innocent as it seems.

I began listening to audio books by John Ramirez, who was one of the top 3 warlocks in the Bronx about 25-30 years ago before Jesus pulled him out of the pit of hell and said, “Now, you’re mine.” (Maybe not verbatim.)

What Ramirez had to say was mind-blowing! This cute, fun holiday where we get to dress up as whatever we want is THE most powerful night in Witchcraft, Satanism, and the Occult. Take it from the guy who had his demonic wedding held specifically on that night for that reason.

Anton LaVey, the founder of the Church of Satan, had this to say about Halloween, "I am glad that Christian parents let their children worship the devil at least one night out of the year," he said. "Welcome to Halloween."

I look back at my childhood and am grateful for what seemed like a bizarre coincidence. I was almost always sick on Halloween or it was raining. I can only remember going trick-or-treating twice ever and I truly believe God was sparing me from the curses that would have been connected with it.

As I’m learning more, I am finding this is the night where witches curse and put spells on the candy they give out; that dressing as something you are not is the same as taking on a demonic personality; that those jack o’ lanterns are old druid passover rituals signifying that that home beheaded the required number of children in the mandatory sacrifice. (Full transparency, I have heard that last example, but cannot find it online after briefly searching.)

It was only last year that I began understanding the roots of Halloween lie in Samhain, which was a Celtic festival when the pagans and witches believe the veil between the physical realm and the spiritual realm is the thinnest. Samhain is considered a Sabbat to honor the ancestors who came before, marking the dark time of the year…the best time to cast spells and curses and perform seances, etc. The time when they believed souls could cross over from the Otherworld into ours. It is also the best time to curse yourself and your descendants by taking part in any of it.

Now, if you know my deliverance history, witchcraft is something that kept coming up over and over again. There was layer after of layer of witchcraft over me that was visible to many people who had never met me and had no knowledge of my background or my story.

Over 18 years, in EVERY deliverance session I had, witchcraft had to be addressed, which was annoying!

During one session, I finally got fed up and said, “Why does this KEEP coming up? Why have we not gotten rid of this? We should be done with this. What in the actual hell?”

It was after that that the Lord allowed me to watch a tiny bit of a Netflix show called Britannia. While the show is fiction, it is advertised as such, “Britannia is a drama set in 43AD as the Roman Imperial Army - determined and terrified in equal measure - returns to crush the Celtic heart of Britannia - a mysterious land ruled by warrior women and powerful druids who can channel the powerful forces of the underworld. Or so they say.”

What I saw was a lot of witchcraft and demon worship by Druids and Celts, and these would be my ancestors. Witchcraft was in my bloodline. I am 50% Irish as my father is 100% Irish. According to 23 and Me, I was 80% British, as they lump everyone coming from the British Isles as British. Now, several years later, 23 and Me says I’m 99.7% British. I’m not sure how that works.

What I saw in “Britannia” was just a hint of what my ancestors took part in and the curses they had passed down to me. While the Bible says in Exodus 34:7 that God “[visits] the iniquity of the fathers on the children and the children’s children, to the third and the fourth generation.” I found I needed to go all the way back to the beginning to break these generational curses.

Once we did that, witchcraft was never again an issue.

All of that is to bring us back to Samhain, the Celtic beginning of Halloween. If what the Celts practiced way back in 40AD was so wicked it could affect me almost 2000 years later, then just how powerful IS this holiday? Powerful enough to give legal ground and allow dark forces to attach themselves to your children when they take part in it, but…

…not as powerful as the One for Whom I chose to give it up. And the power found in Him is immense and comes with blessings rather than curses.

The “power” that comes from the occult comes with curses and dark maladies that last through generations…Generational Curses. Dark power comes from doing dark things and requires one to live selfishly. The power gained through submission to Christ requires selflessness and following His commands. While it’s so much better, it’s no wonder fewer people choose the latter than the former. The former is easier. We were born selfish and born in sin. For many, it’s hard to see the benefit in living for something other than themselves.

So, is there a choice this message is prompting you to make? Is it time to stop giving the children to satan this one night out of the year? Is it time to clean up the bloodlines?

Hit me up if you have questions…