Dissociation, A Little Story

Dissociation, A Little Story

About four years ago, my wife got a call from the deacon of a church in another state.  He said, “We have this woman we are working with in deliverance, and we don’t know what to do.”  So she talked to him for a little bit and explained MPD (Dissociation) to him.  A few days later he called back again, and she talked to him some more.  Then, the next call was from the Pastor of the church.  I happened to be there and answered the phone that day.  We learned that the woman they were dealing with was the Pastor’s wife. She would leave and go out and get drunk.  She stayed aware enough to go outside of the town that they were pastors in, and go to some place where people didn’t know her.  She was doing all kinds of stuff, going to dance halls and bar rooms, out with other men, everything.  She would come back in the next day or two, and the back of the car would be full of beer cans.  She had no memory of anything that she had done.  Nothing!  When he told me this story I said,  “Do you know anything about MPD?”  “No.” he answered.  So I explained it to him.  I took about an hour on the phone and went through all of it.  I said, “Does she ever act like someone else?”  He says, “Yeah, just a few days ago she insisted that she was 29 years old, and I know she is 44.”  So, once the initial split is made as a child, then any time of crisis in your life after that, somebody can be created to help with that crisis.  So, she had a 29 year old girl in there.  As I talked on with him a little bit, he said, “It’s becoming clearer now what my wife has.  We just thought she was crazy.  She has been in three or four mental institutions, and nobody has helped her, the medicine doesn’t seem to help much at all, and we have just really had a bad time with all of it.

So as I explained it to him, he said, “You know, I think maybe I need some help, too.”  I said, “Oh, do you want to talk about it?”  “Yeah, I do.”  So he began to tell me about a neighbor boy that had molested him when he was four years old.  He said, “I have had thoughts of men all of my life.  When I have sexual thoughts, it’s not about women, it’s about men.  I’ve never given in to it, but its torment.  It’s there from the time I get up in the morning until I go to sleep at night.”  He said, “Something is just driving me, and I know if I don’t get some help, it’s going to happen sooner or later.”  And it would have.  I said to him, “Well, do you want to deal with it on the phone?”  “Yeah, please.  I need some help.” he said.  So I said, “Let me talk to the little four-year-old boy.”  His voice changed, and that is uncommon.  Usually, it is the same voice.  The voice changed to a little boy on the other end of the phone speaking real low.  I have very bad ears, so, I had the phone pressed tight against my ear to hear what the boy was saying.  The little boy was crying, “It hurts.  Please don’t do that.  It hurts.”  After about 15 minutes of asking Jesus to come and heal this little boy, saying, “Jesus just came to him.”  Most of the time these hurting parts inside can see Jesus.  He just comes and he picks them up in his arms, and he holds them.  So I asked, “Is he there with you?”  The little boy said, “Yes.”  I said, “Just go to him and let him hold you in his arms.”  So he did, and Jesus just picked him up.  I said, “You don’t have to be afraid of him.”  He was molested by a man, so I told him, “You don’t have to be afraid of him.  He’s a good man.  He’ll never touch you in the wrong places.  He’ll never hurt you.  He just wants to love you.”  “Okay.” the boy said.  So he just went over to Jesus, and Jesus picked him up and held him.  He was sobbing and crying.  I said, “Jesus, just heal him.  Just heal this little boy.”  It almost makes me cry to talk about it.  So Jesus came and healed the little boy and the pain was gone.  He was okay.  I said, “Now you stay there with Jesus where you’re safe, and I am going to talk to the bad guys.” (the demons).  “Okay.” he said.  So he stayed there in Jesus’ arms, and I began to command the demon of homosexuality to leave him, and everything else that came from the molestation and the abuse, to go.  Now this is 500 miles away over the phone, and it gets real quiet.  I’ve got the phone tight against my ear trying to hear what is going on, and all of a sudden there’s this ear-piercing scream.  Now I’ve got the phone way out here as far from my ear as my arm will go.  It’s still so loud my wife can hear it sitting on the other side of the room, and it goes on and on and on.  It sounded like it was about 3 minutes, but it was probably about 15 seconds.  I’m thinking, “Where is all of that air coming from for this scream?”  When he quit screaming, I put the phone back against my ear; and he was praising God.  “Oh, thank you, Jesus.  This is the first waking moment in my life that I haven’t had the wrong kind of thoughts.”  I haven’t talked to him for a couple of years now.  They are still working with his wife and working through a very complicated system with her; and he is still free!

By Paul Cooprider