Isaiah 30: 21 “Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.”

Once I arrived at Brisbane International Airport, the air was cold, as Brisbane is moving into the season of Autumn. My cousin came to pick me up, I had to bunk in with her in her little room at Sunnybank (Brisbane’s 2nd China Town). The next day, she accompanied me to my new school Queensland University of Technology International College for my Foundation Orientation Day.

 

The day I first arrived at QUTIC was the second day of their Orientation, and they were about to take the newbies of the school to Brisbane Zoo (Longpine). It was one of the happiest moments, though I felt a bit lost. I got to meet a few international people who became my classmates for the next four years. I was the only Malaysian among the Chinese, Hongkies, Korean, and Kuwaiti.

 

Everything in Brisbane City was like fresh air, my parents weren’t there to supervise me, no one knew my identity, and I felt a great sense of freedom. I did not attend church, as I have no one around me who attends church, and my classmates aren’t interested in finding or visiting one. After staying in Brisbane for 2 weeks, I told God in my heart, “I really want to explore Brisbane (like going to places good girls don’t go), but having to believe a Holy God will restrict me from going all out. I want to leave You and be on my own.” 

 

I remember a voice from within replied: “You will not come back to me, but I respect your choice.” The moment when God’s presence left me, I felt my sense of direction was gone as well, I only found out I could not find my way around the city of Brisbane when I could not tell if I was in the South or the East of the City, I was walking in a circling direction around the Queenstreet Mall of Brisbane City.

 

My first demonic encounter

After 3 months, I moved out from Sunnybank and stayed in the Inner City of Brisbane; South Brisbane (a.k.a South Bank). I stayed in an old shaggy Queenslander with 2 other guys (who are not my friends, due to work they aren’t always home).

 

I still recall that it was during Winter. I went out clubbing with my cousin (it was only that once!), and it was that day, two demons followed me home. I did not know their presence until a month later, I kept having nightmares and I could sense their presence getting stronger and stronger each day, to the point that I did not dare to switch off my lights to sleep and I always had the thick blanket covering my whole body, even my head (hoping it could give me some kind of protection)! Each night, the nightmares were different but the message was almost the same, ‘they’ told me my family had died in a car accident and since I had no one else, I might as well kill myself, so I would not be alone. I woke up every night having cold sweat on my forehead, shivered from fear, and could not go back to sleep until sunrise. I suffered from severe insomnia.

 

Back then, deep down in my heart, I really wanted to pray and ask God to help me, but I thought to myself “Does God care about me? Since I did not attend church in Brisbane I told God to leave me alone so I could explore Brisbane.” Hence, I was too shy to ask for help, and so I gave up on that thought.

 

The spiritual attack continued for 6 months until one day I was holding a knife in the kitchen while cleaning the dishes. I was homesick and convinced by the words of the demon to commit suicide. As I was about to cut through my wrist, suddenly a short scene from the past played in my mind. I remember one of my church leaders taught us that ending your own life is a sin in the eyes of God. I did not one to hop from ‘one hell’ into another ‘ actual hell’.

 

Out of fear, I put down the knife and ran up to my room. Then, my eyes were open, I saw an angel follow me back to my room. As I was sitting on my bed, hugging my pillow — shivered at the same time. I thought, “Oh my god! the dark side is against me; Now the good side is also coming against me? I am in so much trouble! What should I do?”

 

The angel spoke to me and told me:

“He has come for you. 

He has come for you. 

He has come for you and wants to save you.” 

When the angel spoke of “He”, deep down I knew that he was referring to Jesus.

 

With a sense of guilt, I replied to the angel, “But I am not perfect, and I have sinned a lot against God, how can He accept me back again?” The angel repeated the same thing. So I finally let go of my pride and surrendered to Him. I asked the angel, “What should I do now?” He replied: “Just follow my prayer.”

 

Dear Heavenly Father, I know that I have sinned against you and admit that I am weak and need your help. I confess all my sins and acknowledge that I am a sinner. I am sorry for the sins I have committed and I believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross for my sins, so that I can be forgiven. I believe Jesus rose from the dead three days later and came back to live. God, please forgive me. I ask Jesus to come into my life and be my Lord and Saviour. Amen

 

(Years later, I knew that the prayer I made that night was a Sinner’s Prayer)

I asked the angel, :”What Should I do now? He replied: “Just follow my prayer.”

Just as I finished the prayer. Immediately, I saw Heaven open and a strong wind came down and scooped up the 2 demons and sent them away from my room (It was that time, I clearly saw 2 dark spirits standing at the rear of my bed!). Then a few baby angels came out from Heaven and poured out a thick liquid from the top of the head to my body, as the thick liquid was poured out and touched my body, I felt a sense of freshness, a sense of cleanliness, and I felt something new came. The experience was like cleansing me from the guilt that I had experienced for the past 6 months. I felt happy, accepted, and safe altogether.

 

When all this was happening, the angels from Heaven rejoiced and did a dance. As if something big had happened, after the ceremony. The angels went back to Heaven and the first angel that led me to Christ told me to wait for Him to pick me up. Then the angel disappeared and the opening of Heaven on my ceiling close up.

 

Yup, I had a big question too! ‘Wait for Him to pick me up?’ However, I did not give much thought, brushed my teeth, and went to sleep with the lights turned off for the first time after many months of torturing nightmares. The room became clean after the angelic visitation.

I accepted Christ on the 21st July 2008 (Monday)

Two days later, as I was walking in Kelvin Grove Campus of QUT on a rainy day. I saw rows of tents and got curious. Apparently, that day was the Main Faculties’ Orientation Day. As I walked towards the tent, a guy, named Allan, stopped me. He asked me to spare some time to listen to him, as he was sharing with me what his club is all about, I asked him what is the name of his club, and he replied: “Campus Christian Movement”

 

Hearing the word ‘Christian’, I felt like I wanted to cry loudly, but I controlled myself emotionally. Knowing, it would be really weird for the person to see me cry while explaining about the goodness of his student club. I signed up and he invited me to his lifegroup that same week on Friday.

 

Years down the road, I slowly discovered and had the revelation of what really happened that night. The strong wind that came from Heaven was the power and physical presence of the ‘Holy Spirit’, the thick liquid that was being poured out was the ‘Anointing Oil of God’, and when the angel said God will come back for me was to go back to His appointed church. Since then, I attended the church that became my training ground for Great Things to come until 2014.