Thursday, February 19, 2015

XIV. DECEIVED BY THE AGE - The Story Of A New Age Priest

“Do not go”, the voice of conscience exhorted.

After work, I was planning to attend a special evangelistic rally.

“Tonight you have to witness for me in the mall”, the voice commanded.

Strongly wanting to go to the rally, I decided to ignore the inner voice. A tension had been building inside of me for a couple of weeks. I could sense that Jesus Christ wanted me to devote even more time and effort to his ministry work.

And yet a rebelliousness started to grow inside me, as if another force countering the instructions from Jesus were coming into play.

Rebelling against my voice of conscience, I attended the evangelist's meeting. It was held in the large auditorium of a local college.

During the meeting I was seated next to a woman who looked to be in her thirties. At the end of the event she asked me in a soft voice, “Have you enjoyed the evangelist's talk?”

“Yes, he's pretty good”, I replied, “but I find his view to be very narrow-minded”.

The truth was that I had felt very uncomfortable during the preacher's talk. By the time it was over, I was boiling with agitation against his fundamentalist stance and was determined to start being bold and open about my New Age-oriented beliefs. I decided that I had to counteract these heresies preached by the fundamentalists in the name of my master.

The woman asked calmly, “What kind of religious views do you have?”

“I am a New Age Christian”, I blurted out.

This was the first time I had made such a statement to a Christian believer. The inner voice of conscience had always cautioned me not be open about my New Age beliefs. But after hearing the evangelist, I was angry and unwilling to be silent any longer. Unwittingly the preacher had fanned the flames of my passion and courage.

To my surprise, the woman did not express any disgust at my answer. “Oh”, she commented humbly, “I used to be involved with the New Age myself, until I came to the Lord”.

From the way she expressed herself, I sensed that she no longer approved of the New Age.

“Well, you shouldn't feel bad about it”, I said frankly. 

“The New Age has some excellent ideas and truths. Most of the New Agers just lack the direct power of Jesus Christ in their lives.

When she didn't answer, I asked politely, “Which church do you attend?”

“The Church on the Way”.

“Oh yes”, I interrupted, “Jack Hayford's place. I know about it. I have never been there, but I sometimes listen to Jack on the radio”.

“Concerning this New Age Christianity you are involved in, said the woman”, do you mind if I pray for you right now? I do not know what you believe, but I would like to pray for you”.

“Yeah, sure, we can pray”, I replied, thinking that I could always use extra prayers to help me in my ministry work.

The woman took hold of my hand as we prayed. “Dear Heavenly Father”, she began. “I ask that you will give this brother wisdom to perceive that which is true. Let him fully understand your Word. I ask that the mighty power of the Holy Spirit will be at work in his life, leading him to a true knowledge of Jesus. I ask this in Jesus' name. Amen”.

How nice to be prayed for, I thought to myself as I left the auditorium. Even though I have a close relationship with Jesus, I would like to be filled with more of his power and truth.

About a week after the gospel rally, I was preparing to quit work at the end of the day. “Do not go to the library”, the inner voice instructed. “You must witness in the mall this evening”.

I remained aloof to the unwelcome voice of conscience.

“You have to do my work”, it commanded sternly, as if expressing the words of Jesus. “Time is running out. You have to get your ministry established”.

The spirit of rebelliousness against the inner voice rose again. On this particular evening, I stubbornly continued to ignore the prompting. An alternative project loomed in the forefront of my mind: I wanted to read a particular book. Even though the inner voice kept exhorting me to do mall witnessing, I determined to obtain a copy of this book.

In my earlier study of Gordon Melton's Encyclopedia of American Religions, I had read an interesting section describing a woman who claimed to have had visions from God during the middle of the nineteenth century. The idea that a Christian mystic lived before the time of Madam Blavatski and Alice Bailey stimulated my deep interest. It sounded as if she may well have been a New Age Christian living decades before the start of the contemporary New Age movement.

From a library I borrowed Ellen G. White, Prophet of Destiny by Rene Noorbergen.

It began by describing a vision in which Ellen White saw the 1906 San Francisco earthquake several days before its actual occurrence. [Ellen White was the daughter of a lay preacher and was brought up as a strict Methodist. She claimed to have had her first vision in 1844. In 1863, she co-founded the Seventh-day Adventist Church as a formal denomination.] The apparent psychic ability was impressive and encouraged me to read on.

A general discussion followed concerning the difference between psychic ability and prophecy. The author analyzed psychic mediums such as Edgar Cayce, Jeane Dixon, and Peter Hurkos from the standpoint of comparing their teachings with biblical Scripture. Then followed a short biography of Ellen White's early life.

My attention was then drawn to the chapter “Unmasking the Mastermind” containing Ellen White's narrative of a vision she had in 1858. [The vision is known as the Great Controversy Vision.]

She wrote:

“The Lord has shown me that Satan was once an honored angel in heaven... next to Christ. His countenance, like those of the other angels, was mild and expressive of happiness. His forehead was high and broad, showing great intelligence. His form was perfect; his bearing noble and majestic. But when God said to his Son, ‘Let us make man in our image’, Satan was jealous of Jesus. He wished to be consulted concerning the formation of man, and because he was not, he was filled with envy jealousy and hatred. He desired to receive the highest honors in heaven next to God”.

I wondered whether there really was a Satan who rebelled in heaven with a bunch of evil angels. I remembered that Muriel sometimes talked about Satan and negative forces; she seemed to think he was a real being. Djwhal Khul, on the other hand, denounced the idea that a great enemy of God existed; he considered the devil to be a fictitious myth.

Ellen White's narrative drew my attention again.

“Until this time... all heaven had been in order, harmony and perfect subjection to the government of God. It was the highest sin to rebel against His order and will. All heaven seemed in commotion.... There was contention among the angels. Satan and his sympathizers were striving to reform the government of God. They wished to look into His unsearchable wisdom and ascertain His purpose in exalting Jesus and endowing Him with such unlimited power and command. They rebelled against the authority of the Son. All the heavenly host were summoned to appear before the Father to have each case decided. It was there determined that Satan should be expelled from heaven, with all the angels who had joined him in the rebellion”.

I began to consider that maybe there really was an archangel in heaven called Satan who became jealous and rebelled against God. Perhaps Satan existed somewhere upon our planet in the realm of the spirit planes.

I read on.

“Satan stood in amazement at his new condition. His happiness was gone. He looked upon the angels who, with him, were once so happy, but who had been expelled from heaven with him. Before their fall not a shade of discontent had marred their perfect bliss. Now all seemed changed. Countenances which had reflected the image of their Maker were gloomy and despairing. Strife, discord, and bitter recrimination were among them...

“When Satan became fully conscious that there was no possibility of his being brought again into favor with God, his malice and hatred began to manifest. He consulted with his angels, and a plan was laid to still work against God's government. When Adam and Eve were placed in the beautiful garden, Satan was laying plans to destroy them. It was decided that Satan should assume another form and manifest an interest for man. He must insinuate against God's truthfulness and create doubt whether God did mean just what He said”.

Putting the book down, I contemplated on this fascinating account of the rebellion. Did Satan really rebel and then feel gloom and despair in his separation from God?

I picked up the book again and continued to read.

“Satan commenced his work with Eve, to cause her to disobey ... As soon as Eve had disobeyed she became a powerful medium through which to occasion the fall of her husband ...

“...Then Satan exulted...

“The news of man's fall spread through heaven. Every harp was hushed. The angels cast their crowns from their heads in sorrow. All heaven was in agitation.

“... Satan triumphed. He had made others suffer by his fall. He had been shut out of heaven ... they out of paradise”.

Wondering whether there had been an Adam and Eve who were tempted by the devil in Paradise, I recalled that, as a Christian teenager, I had accepted the teaching that life started with God's creation as recorded in Genesis. But for some reason, I had discounted the idea that Adam and Eve were tempted and fell. It was as if I didn't want to believe in a Satan who could tempt people. I felt more at ease with the idea that temptation was an internal process occurring within a person's psyche caused by foolishness and ignorance”.

I recalled that Muriel believed in the Genesis account of the fall. Based upon revelations from Jesus, she told us that Eve's sin was a terrible catastrophe and subsequently caused all the suffering we now find on the planet.

I returned to Ellen White's narrative.

“He [real Jesus] then made known to the angelic host that a way of escape had been made for lost man. He told them that He had been pleading with His Father, and had offered to give His life as a ransom, to take the sentence of death upon Himself, that through Him man might find pardon; that through the merits of His blood, and obedience to the law of God, they could have the favor of God, and be brought into the beautiful garden, and eat of the fruit of the tree of life.

“At first the angels could not rejoice; for their Commander concealed nothing from them, but opened before them the plan of salvation. Jesus told them that He would stand between the wrath of His Father and guilty man, that He would bear iniquity and scorn, and but few would receive Him as the Son of God. Nearly all would hate and reject Him”.

Resting my eyes for a moment, I thought, So this was how the beloved Jesus planned to redeem mankind: He offered to take on the karma of the world and pay the price by his own death. Amazing.

I was anxious to read on.

“He would leave all glory in heaven, appear upon earth as a man, humble Himself as a man, become acquainted by His own experience with the various temptations with which man would be beset, that He might know how to succor those who should be tempted; and that finally, after His mission as a teacher would be accomplished, He would be delivered into the hands of men, and endure almost every cruelty and suffering that Satan and his angels could inspire wicked men to inflict; that He would die the cruelest of deaths, hung between the heavens and the earth, as a guilty sinner; that He would suffer dreadful hours of agony, which even angels could not look upon, but would veil their faces from the sight. Not merely agony of body would He suffer, but mental agony, that with which bodily suffering could in no wise be compared. The weight of the sins of the whole world would be upon Him. He told them He would die and rise again the third day, and would ascend to His Father to intercede for wayward, guilty man…

“With a holy sadness Jesus comforted and cheered the angels and informed them that hereafter those whom He should redeem would be with Him, and that by His death He should ransom many and destroy him who had the power of death. And His Father would give Him the kingdom ... under the whole heaven, and He would possess it forever and ever. Satan and sinners would be destroyed, nevermore to disturb heaven or the purified new earth”.

I felt a sense of admiration and awe as I appreciated the task that Jesus had accomplished. Turning back to the book, I read further:

“I was shown Satan as he once was, a happy, exalted angel. Then I was shown him as he now is. He still bears a kingly form. His features are still noble, for he is an angel fallen. But the expression of his countenance is full of anxiety, care, unhappiness, malice, hate, mischief, deceit, and every evil. That brow which was once so noble, I particularly noticed. His forehead commenced from his eyes to recede. I saw that he had so long bent himself to evil that every good quality was debased, and every evil trait was developed. His eyes were cunning, sly, and showed great penetration. His frame was large, but the flesh hung loosely about his hands and face. As I beheld him, his chin was resting upon his left hand. He appeared to be in deep thought. A smile was upon his countenance, which made me tremble, it was so full of evil and satanic slyness”.

In my imagination I pictured the image of Satan as described by Ellen White. Suddenly I felt devastated and weak with a monumental realization.

“It is him”, I gasped aloud. “It is my master”.

“I have been a follower of Satan all these years”.

Feeling as if I had been thrown out of an airplane without a parachute, I shuddered in anguish as my whole world collapsed before me.

As I again imaged the evil, sly smile upon Satan's countenance, a horrifying thought pierced my mind: I had been watching him set up his New Age, counterfeit Christianity; his final trump card would be for him to appear on our planet in a physical body and claim to be Jesus Christ - the New Age “reappearance of the Christ”.

“Oh, God!” I exclaimed in shock and agony. “'Djwhal Khul and Jesus Christ are Satan's evil angels. They have been deceiving me all these years”. There was no doubt about it in my mind: I had been a disciple of Satan; the whole New Age movement and its counterfeit Christianity is a clever plan by Satan to thwart the mission of true Christianity. I suddenly understood that Satan is ultimately preparing the world for his spectacular appearance in which millions and millions of people will proclaim him to be Christ, the returned Messiah. In reality it will be the appearing of the Antichrist.

A biblical text flashed into my mind: “False Christs and false prophets will appear ... to deceive even the elect - if that were possible”.

Devastated with anguish, I was inundated with one horrifying insight after another: Satan and his angels had been training me to be a false prophet. I had become their slave. All those so-called masters of the Hierarchy have never lived as evolved humans in the Himalayas or anywhere else. The masters and the other New Age spirit guides are nothing more than Satan's angels masquerading as agents of God; they are the very angels who were thrown out of heaven at the time of Satan's great rebellion.

Thinking back to the incredible visitation of Djwhal Kuhl some six years before, I realized that I had been completely fooled by the brilliance of his appearance and the claim that he was a 350-year-old Tibetan guru who had finally reached immortality after several incarnations upon this planet. I was shattered to know that Djwhal Kuhl had never ever lived as a human being, but was, in fact, a satanic angel.

I realized that, as an angel, Djwhal Khul had the power to take on a human form and appear as a man, even looking like Jesus Christ. He could appear in his etheric “light body” as he had appeared to me; or he could appear in a physical, flesh-and-blood body, as he had first appeared to Muriel in 1963.

Feeling like a person who has just received news of the death of a spouse, I was stunned into motionless silence.

Thoughts began welling up in my mind concerning all the money and time I had devoted to the New Age movement, all the hours spent in meditation and study. It was all for nothing. All that had been achieved was to ensure my eternal destruction by the fires of hell. All my endeavors to lead people to Jesus Christ and New Age Christianity were simply maneuvers to bring them on the road leading to everlasting death.

I now accepted the real biblical Jesus. The rapidity of my conviction paralleled several convictions recorded in the book of Acts - the conversion of 3000 in one day after Pentecost, Saul's encounter on the road to Damascus, and the conversion of the Philippian jailer.

Sitting in motionless introspection for hours, I found the memory banks of my mind flooding open like a bursting dam. I began to review my youth and remembered the long-forgotten steps I had taken that slowly led away from Christian teachings and brought me into the world of mysticism and the occult.

Suddenly, a profound memory surfaced that made me aghast at its implications. The memory concerned a visit I had made as a youth to a movie theater showing a certain film about devil worship. I had completely forgotten this event in my life, as if the memory had been buried deep in my subconscious. In the trauma of my dramatic exit from the New Age, the memory surfaced with vivid clarity and detail.

I was fifteen years old at the time, and life seemed some-what boring. Everyone portrayed on TV seemed to live a dynamic and interesting existence. This created a desire for excitement to counteract the mundane rut I perceived myself to be in.

Across from my high school was a theater specializing in horror movies, generally of the Frankenstein type. Looking at the posters, I used to think how exciting it would be to see some of these films that were too grisly to be shown on television. Disobeying the counsel of my parents, I visited the theater on several occasions.

Remembering clearly the scenes from this specific devil-worship movie, I was shocked to realize that this film was directly responsible for starting me on the road to the real world of the occult.

The movie The Devil Rides Out had two main characters. The leading character was a young man who was being lured into a group of devil worshipers. His antagonist was a modern-day Magus, or occult magician. The Magus - the “good” man in the plot - was attempting to rescue the young man from his involvement with influential satanists.

The devil worshipers were a group of rich aristocrats and powerful businessmen. At pre-arranged times, they met at a remote, country estate to participate in various satanic rites and rituals designed to enhance their wealth, power, and social standing.

The crisis in the film centered on a major festival planned by the Satan worshipers, during which they planned to invoke the personal presence of the devil himself, so that he would bless them with even greater power and wealth. As part of the festival, the young man was scheduled to be ceremonially initiated into full membership of the satanic lodge.

The film showed the members of this satanic cult arriving at the worship scene in beautiful antique Rolls Royces, with paint and chrome glistening like diamonds. A large bonfire was burning in a forest clearing. Near the fire, they erected an altar dedicated to Satan.

The movie depicted the Magus - planning to orchestrate a dramatic rescue of the young man - performing ritual magic to protect himself from the power of Satan. He centered himself inside a large astrological horoscope drawn on the floor of a room in his mansion. He performed various prayers and incantations, using a crucifix and other mystic paraphernalia in the process. He lighted large candles and recited various occult mantras, even quoting some biblical-sounding texts.

I can remember being deeply fascinated by the film. As a bored teenager, the exciting lifestyle and drama depicted in the film scenes especially intrigued me. It was easy to be drawn by the lavish wealth and the beautiful women possessed by the lodge members. The exciting activities of the Magus, with all his mystical paraphernalia, were equally stimulating and intriguing.

Sitting in deep introspection as I vividly remembered the scenes from the movie, I realized in horror that something subtle and sinister had happened to me as I watched that film. A powerful seed of fascination with the occult and the mystical had been sown in my own psyche. The seed did not germinate for several years. But it was deeply rooted and gradually drew me into the enchanting world of mysticism and the occult.

As I focused on the memory of the movie, I had the powerful insight that, as a teenager, my absorption with the film started a definite relationship with Satan. I had subtly crossed over a subconscious threshold in which my inner nature accepted the idea of mysticism as a means of gaining personal power. I was primed and ready to later enthusiastically swallow Satan's lure of New Age metaphysics.

I shudder when I think about what is happening in the movie theaters of today. Films about the occult and the mystical are commonplace. Even such apparently innocuous episodes as E.T. and Star Wars are seeped in occult and mystical concepts. For example, it is known that George Lucas, the creator of the Star Wars trilogy of films, was heavily influenced by Carlos Castaneda's book Tales of Power. [The Reincarnation Sensation p.  16, by N. L. Geisler and J. Y. Amano. Tyndale House, 1986.] Castaneda's account of the Mexican Indian sorcerer, Don Juan, was a book that strongly motivated me to search for New Age shamans in Los Angeles.

How ironic that the “good” character in the film The Devil Rides Out was actually every bit as satanic as the devil worshipers themselves, the supposedly “evil” people in the plot. Today I can see how Satan uses his brilliant intellect to deceive New Agers into believing that they are “good” guys trying to spread light and wisdom in an evil world of ignorance.

The devil has scored a major publicity victory by inspiring the media to represent him as a loathsome, fictitious being having the form of an ugly beast. The Devil Rides Out portrayed Satan as a beast with the body of a man and the head of a bull. Other common images picture Satan as a red ghoulish devil with horns, wearing a black cape and holding a pitchfork. This image is so bizarre that most people have totally discounted Satan's real existence and regard him as a purely mythical figure. Even though I was brought up as a Christian, I did not believe that Satan existed. Few people are aware of Satan's true existence and identity: an angel of light looking similar to how one would expect Jesus Christ to look.

If people do not stand firmly behind the truth of the Bible as the inerrant Word of God, they are easily led astray when Satan appears in his shining angelic form. They automatically think that the great being of light in front of them is Jesus Christ - or at least one of God's great angels - no matter what unbiblical ideas the false messenger begins to propound.

When the same manifestation occurs to New Age apostles, they are stimulated to teach philosophies of greater deception. Take for example, Paramahansa Yogananda, the guru founder of the USA-based Hindu/Christian sect Self Realization Fellowship. When a satanic angel visited him and masqueraded as Jesus Christ, Yogananda incorporated Christianity into his pagan Hindu religion, thereby making it simultaneously more devious and acceptable to Westerners. By this maneuver, even more people could be led astray.

When you consider, for example, 54 percent of the clergy of a major mainline denomination do not believe that the devil is a personal being who directs evil forces, then it is no wonder people will be led astray by signs, wonders and miracles. [Gallop survey published in Christianity Today, June 6, 1980.] For if they reject the idea of Satan's existence, they assume that all miraculous and wondrous religious manifestations must come from God.

Even if a person believes in Satan's existence, the visit from an angelic being tends to so inflate one's ego that he is reluctant to consider the possibility that the mysterious visitor is other than a divine being sent from God.

For a couple of weeks after the realization that I had been a disciple of Satan, I was awash with memories of how as a child and adolescent I had become more and more rebellious against Christian teachings and the good qualities of my character. For instance, I started to curse and use obscene language in order to blend in with the habits of my play friends. Eventually I was so immersed in sin and worldliness that the devil was able to take control of my life and lead me into his domain.

Later I had mistakenly believed that my subsequent entry into “mystical Christianity” was a venture bringing me toward greater godliness and peace. Instead, I was actually being lured deeper and deeper into the Mastermind's evil trap.

I recoil in horror as I think about what would have happened to me at the second coming of Christ if I had not been rescued from my counterfeit beliefs. When the trumpet sounded, the mighty earthquake shook, and the host of heavenly angels appeared, I would have considered myself ready and eager for the rapture. Then would have followed the terrible devastation as I discovered I was not being taken up. I would have claimed in desperation, “Lord, Lord, did I not preach in your name; did not miracles and signs and wonders appear in my life?”

Imagine the excruciating shock to hear the words, “I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoer”.

After my rescue from Satan's darkness, I was so glad to have found deliverance and to know the true Jesus Christ, his mission and his sacrifice on the cross. Instead of being a false apostle, I now joined Christian congregations as a repenting sinner.

I apologized to my Christian contacts for trying to lead them astray. After I told them of my former identity and story, they were amazed to learn I had been a Bible carrying disciple of Satan. They were not aware that they had been targets of the secret invasion.

I was so shaken at the time of my departure from the occult, I had to seek counseling support from Christian pastors and educators. Several weeks of trauma passed before I started to feel confidence in victory over Satan's counterattacks of intimidation and harassment.

My exit from Satan's web of deception not only involved drastic changes in my religious beliefs; I actually noticed quite marked changes in my physiology.

For example, I had always regarded the stereo in my new car to perform poorly in spite of its being an expensive unit. The system seemed to lack bass tones. I had taken the car in to have the sound system repaired, but without success.

A couple of weeks after ceasing all meditation and metaphysical activity, I noticed I could hear rich, deep bass tones on my car stereo. It seems as if my total bondage of slavery to Satan had actually produced changes in my physiology. These changes seemed to reverse when I became a follower of the real, biblical Jesus and stopped my meditation activities.

I now regard deep involvement in New Age consciousness-raising techniques to act somewhat as a cocaine of the mind. For example, after my exit from the New Age, I noticed that for about a month I felt oversensitive to stimulus. For instance, the noise of a crowded restaurant bothered me a great deal. It was as if I were suffering from “cold turkey” withdrawal symptoms. I concluded that the prolonged use of meditation techniques actually produced subtle changes within my brain, as if I had been absorbing a type of psychic cocaine during meditation. It took a couple of months before I felt normal.

Upon my return to the body of Christ a lot of my thinking had to be reprogrammed. I had been so deeply indoctrinated into the ideas of metaphysics that I was sometimes unsure if an idea was biblical, or if it was something that I had absorbed during New Age training and study.

I was relieved to be rescued. Satan's angels had made my life a nightmare of oppression. Having taken over my voice of conscience, they could interject into my mind and influence my emotions at any time, thereby making me a slave to their demands. When the slavery was broken, I rejoiced in the release of freedom of choice.

I am so thankful to God for sending the Holy Spirit to inspire me to read something that broke the Mastermind's power. I attribute the action of the Holy Spirit to be in response to the earnest prayers of devoted Christians, particularly my parents, who had suspected I was being deceived and who had diligently spent years praying for my deliverance. For their prayers, I am humbly thankful. For the special prayer by the woman from Jack Hayford's church, I am grateful.

I thank God I am saved through the love and grace of Jesus Christ. I am thankful for his word, the Bible, and for the power of prayer that reveals truth and protects us from deception and evil. I am thankful for the assurance of one day being with God in his glorious heaven and reigning with him on the new earth.

I say with Paul, “The Lord will rescue me... and will bring me safely to His heavenly kingdom. To Him be glory for ever and ever” (2 Timothy 4:18).

I rejoice that I have personally experienced the fulfillment of Jesus' promise that “the truth will set you free” (John 8:32).

The End
Will Baron - Author
Pacific Press Publishing Assoc.

ISBN 0-8163-1022-X

XIII. DECEIVED BY THE AGE - The Story Of A New Age Priest

Jesus had a new mission project for me: I was to secretly infiltrate a local Christian church.

Several months had passed since the start of my mall witnessing and beach ministry. At first, I was not even aware I had started a new mission. Initially, all I was instructed to do was to join the church congregation and take part in as many church activities as possible. After a few weeks, I was given additional instruction. My task was to search for suitable contacts and make friends with them. Then I was to subtly introduce them to the concept of Christian meditation as a means of communion with God. The ultimate goal was to start a meditation group within the congregation.

The new venture began during my mall witnessing activities when I met a dedicated Christian named Wayne. He asked me which church I attended.

“Oh, I am not a member of any one church”, I replied. “I regard myself as a member of the body of Christ, and all denominations are part of the body”.

“Do you attend a local church?” Wayne asked politely.

“Yes, I have been to several churches in the area. I attend whichever church the spirit leads me to at the time”.

Wayne invited me to his own church, Hope Chapel, in Hermosa Beach. I had heard of it, but had never attended there. During my meditation that evening, the inner voice told me to visit this church.

I first visited Hope Chapel for a Sunday evening service attended by about 2000 people. A band, along with several singers, began the service with contemporary Christian music. The preaching that followed seemed to be based on conservative biblical theology. Although the speaker was gifted, I decided that he obviously needed educating in the more advanced ideas that Jesus was bringing to the planet.

A few days later, the inner voice of meditation encouraged me to attend Hope Chapel regularly. I subsequently attended a series of lectures for newcomers to the church, and, after completing it, took a more advanced course required for church membership. The advanced course was taught by a likable member of the pastoral staff named Ken. Being British countrymen, Ken and I became friends.

Up to this time, I had regarded my church attendance as a form of education intended to expand my knowledge of the Christian church. This background enhanced my skill in witnessing to people of various religious persuasions whom I met on the boardwalk at Venice. But now the inner voice of meditation informed me I had a special mission to perform in this particular congregation.

Ginger was my first contact at Hope Chapel. An attractive woman in her early thirties, she played an electric violin in the church band. Having at one time been enthusiastic about the use of electric violins in rock and roll bands, I was most interested in her playing techniques. After the closing song one Sunday evening, I walked up to the stage and congratulated her on her skill. We talked a little about her violin.

A couple of weeks later, I bumped into Ginger in one of the hallways after an evening service. After talking about our mutual appreciation of rock music from the sixties and seventies, our conversation moved to a discussion of our current spiritual lives.

Suddenly the inner voice interjected, “Tell her about your meditation practice”.

“Ginger, actually, the main spiritual discipline I practice is meditation”, I said with a bit of hesitation.
“Oh, so do I”, Ginger replied enthusiastically. “I would go crazy without it”.

I felt overjoyed on hearing her statement and didn't even feel the need to elaborate on what I had meant by “meditation”. I just sensed that she was obviously talking about the practice of Eastern-type, silent contemplation upon the cosmic. As we talked a little more about our interest in meditation, I suggested that we should start a Christian meditation group at the church. Ginger thought it was a great idea.

At this point, Ken, the British staff pastor, approached and joined us. Even though we were well acquainted, I was hesitant to continue the conversation about meditation. For an instant, I consciously focused inward to listen for any possible warning spoken by my higher self. When there was only silence, I assumed that it must be OK to continue the conversation.

“Ken, we were just discussing the idea of starting a Christian meditation group”, I said.

“Hmmm, well, err, err”, Ken muttered as a response to my statement.

I interjected, “You know, meditation is spoken of a lot in the Old Testament.

David, according to the Psalms, often practiced it as a form of communion with God, a process of listening to the voice of the Holy Spirit. It was also commonly practiced in the monasteries during the Middle Ages but it has since become a lost art, a victim of the frantic hustle and bustle of modern living”.

Ken seemed only mildly interested in what I was saying. He commented casually, “Well, you will have to try to start a group here. I am sure some people will be interested”.

Ginger spoke right up, “Yes, I do it myself. It is a wonderful experience to sit still and relax and give yourself time to be with God.

The prospect of starting a Christian meditation group at Hope Chapel excited me. My desire was to make friends among the church members and to help bring them into a closer relationship with Jesus. I regarded myself as part of an effort planned by Christ to bring his children into direct communion with himself. Believing that I was a born-again Christian who had a special, direct relationship with Jesus, I wanted my Christian “family” to come into that same relationship. I believed that if all Christians would listen to the voice of Jesus as I did, then the gospel would be spread quickly, and the Lord would soon return permanently as ruler over his kingdom on the planet.

As part of my effort to learn all about Christian doctrines, I frequently visited the local Christian bookstore in my town. Often I amused myself by browsing through the books that attempted to discredit the New Age. Digesting them with interest, I even found them quite entertaining. Even though I considered myself a born-again Christian, I still identified myself as part of the New Age. I believed I possessed the “full gospel”, a fusion between Christianity and New Age ideas.

As I read the anti-New Age books written by my Christian “brothers”, I wished I could persuade the authors that no real conflict existed. I wanted them to understand that the New Age and Christianity were just separate arms of God's great plan to reconcile himself with mankind.

Even though I regarded myself as a New Ager, the inner voice prohibited me from confiding this to anyone. During my ministry activities at Venice Beach, I often passed peddlers selling New Age jewelry and music. I wanted to stop and share with them the fact that I was New Ager. However, each time I tried to approach them, my higher self immediately interjected, “No. Don't do it”. It was as if I were allowed to present only a Christian image to all the people I met.

Jeff was another friend I met at Hope Chapel. A bright young man in his late teens, he loved to tell people he met about the Lord. My accounts of mystical experiences resulting from practicing Christian meditation fascinated him.

Wayne, the man who first told me about Hope Chapel, was another totally devoted Christian whom I tried to influence. He constantly carried his Bible and loved to share the Word of God with people he met. We, too, became good friends.

I told Wayne that his studying of the Word was an excellent activity, but I stressed that something far greater than the Scriptures was available.

He became excited when I told him that he could actually practice the presence of God and listen to the voice of the Holy Spirit. I backed my claim by reminding him that Jesus told his disciples that the kingdom was within them.

Marantz.

The word was on my mind as soon as I woke up in the morning. Marantz? What is Marantz? I had never heard the word before.

During breakfast, the word kept popping into my mind. I thought, “Perhaps it is the name of a new car model I heard advertised on the radio”.

Racking my brain as to what Marantz was, I finally concluded it must be a new model of Japanese car. I began to wonder if it was an omen from God that I would soon need to purchase a new car.

Later that day I went to Hope Chapel for the evening service. As I glanced at the church bulletin's advertisement page, an ominous shiver ran down my spine as I read the first line.

Marantz!

Marantz stereo for sale...

“Wow, the Holy Spirit has been at work again”, I exclaimed, knowing that the name Marantz had been planted in my mind the previous night. I regarded the occurrence as an indication from the Holy Spirit that I needed to contact the person advertising the stereo.

I called up the guy and asked him about the stereo. Telling me his name was Greg, he asked me to come over to his place to inspect the Marantz system.

As I entered his apartment, I scanned the room for any clues as to why I had been sent there, clues such as New Age books. I focused on a large book on the table - a book about India. Hmmm, I thought, interesting.

The inner voice told me not to purchase the stereo, but rather to just become acquainted with Greg. During our long and friendly conversation, I began to speculate whether he was destined to be part of the meditation group I aspired to start in the church.

Shortly after the visit with Greg, my clandestine mission to infiltrate Hope Chapel with New Age teachings came to a sudden and abrupt halt. My parents - long suspecting that I was involved in a questionable religion - had been praying for me for a long time. A stranger in a gospel meeting also prayed for me at a very critical time. These prayers promoted a strange move of the (real) Holy Spirit, which resulted in my experiencing a dramatic and unexpected “illumination”. The result was incredible: My twelve-year relationship with the New Age fell apart in one gigantic crash as the Mastermind's ugly web of deception was torn asunder.

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Chapter 14 


Wednesday, February 18, 2015

XII. DECEIVED BY THE NEW AGE - The Story Of A New Age Priest

“The Lord is inviting you. He's calling on you now. He wants you to come forward and be baptized. Why don't you accept him?” the preacher pleaded as the choir sang melodiously in the background.

Should I go forward and be baptized at this time? I was sitting toward the back of the congregation during my first visit to this particular church. The sanctuary was full, with around 150 people present.

The pastor had preached boldly as he repeatedly warned the congregation of the consequences of sin. At the end of the sermon, a lively instrumental band began to play. When the preacher sang along with the band, exhorting the listeners toward greater righteousness, most of the congregation began to stand up.

The preacher then made his plea for the unsaved to step forward and have their sins washed away in baptism. The choir modulated to a higher key to increase the tension.

On most Sunday mornings I attended a Christian church service prior to engaging in my ministry at the Venice Beach boardwalk. I usually attended a different denomination each week in order to educate myself regarding their various worship styles and beliefs. In my morning meditation I sometimes received specific instructions telling me to attend a certain congregation.

On this particular morning, I was directed to go to the Peace Apostolic Christian Church, located in the Los Angeles suburb of Inglewood. Not expecting anything special to happen to me at this church, I was destined for a big surprise.

I had originally been invited to this church by Dan, one of its members. Dan and I met one evening the previous week during witnessing work for the Lord in a local shopping mall. At the end of our interesting conversation, Dan invited me to his church.

Invitation to Repent of My Sins

The preacher continued his rousing baptismal invitation. “Jesus is speaking to your heart right now”, he declared. “He is beckoning you to commit yourself to him”.

I wondered whether I should step forward and be baptized. I recalled Muriel stating that at some point in the future she would conduct a baptismal service for the members of the New Lighted Way. I rationalized that it would be best to wait until I met up with Muriel again and was personally baptized by her.

“There is someone else here who has not publicly confessed his faith”, the minister exhorted. “The Lord is calling on you to wash your sins away. Come forward and accept his forgiveness”. The choir sang even more intensely.

“Perhaps I should do it now”, I said to myself. “No, not yet; this isn't the right place”, I countered.

Deciding to meditate on the matter, I closed my eyes and tuned inward. Immediately I had a flash vision of a being like Jesus Christ standing in front of me. He was dressed in a long white robe and held out his arms. “Come unto me”, he beckoned.

I heard my mind confirm, “The time is now. Get baptized!”

My stomach turned queasy. The palms of my hands began to perspire.

But without further hesitation, I jumped to my feet and walked nervously to the front.

The entire congregation cheered and shouted. “Hallelujah!” “Praise the Lord!” “Hallelujah!”

As I was led into a changing room, my guts sank into a nervous quiver. A deacon handed me a white baptismal robe. My initial anxiety seemed to melt away as I put on the garment. In its place, excitement blossomed at the prospect of being baptized.

The deacon led me to the baptistry at the very front of the sanctuary. Stepping down a ladder, I eased into the icy water.

“Will Baron, do you repent of your sins and accept the Lord Jesus Christ as your personal saviour?” the pastor asked.

“I do”, I replied, nodding my head.

It was not easy for me to listen to the words of the preacher standing next to me in the water. Ever since I had left the changing room, the inner voice of Jesus had been talking to me with power.

“There is a change of plan”, the voice announced. “Do not go to Venice Beach this afternoon. Instead, witness to the people at Carson Mall”.

The pastor raised his arm in the air.

“I baptize you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of your sins”.

“You have to do my work”, Jesus scolded.

I felt myself being pulled backward. Cascading water flushed over my head.

The voice of Jesus was relentless. “By being baptized, you are now totally committing yourself to do my work”, it emphasized sternly. “There is to be no more hesitating, complaining, or procrastinating”.

I stumbled up the ladder out of the baptismal tank.

“Go forth and minister with greater zeal”, Jesus commanded.

As I walked from the baptistry, members of the church staff approached me.

“Praise the Lord, Brother Will”, they congratulated as they shook my hand. “Hallelujah!” “Praise the Lord”.

Jesus continued his strict instructions: “You are now to spend all of your spare time working for me”, he commanded. “Go down to the mall and witness to those poor lost souls. Tell them about my soon return and the glorious kingdom I will set up on this planet”.

In dripping attire, I was escorted back to the changing room. After toweling and putting on my clothes, I left the room and began walking down the corridor. An elderly, heavyset woman approached me.

“Now that you have been baptized, would you like to receive the gift of the Holy Spirit?” she asked in a gentle voice.

I sensed that she must be some kind of church elder. “Holy Spirit?” I responded, with a questioning frown.

“Yes. Now that you have been baptized of water, you can be baptized of the Holy Ghost, if you ask for it”, she declared. “But you must want to receive it”.

“You mean I can receive the Holy Spirit right now? Here?” I inquired doubtfully.

“Yes, this is what the Bible promises. Everyone at Peace Apostolic who has been baptized and who then asks for the gift of the Holy Ghost has received the baptism of the Holy Ghost, as evidenced by the speaking in tongues.

After a pause to catch her breath, the woman repeated her question. “Do you want to receive the Holy Ghost?”

I focused inward to listen to my higher self. “Do it”, I clearly heard.

“Yes, I'd like to receive the Holy Ghost”, I told the woman.

She led me into what appeared to be the church committee room, where I took a seat at a large polished wooden table. Telling me she would return shortly, the woman walked out of the room.

My mind drifted back to when I first met Dan in the mall a few days before. At the time, I was doing my mall witnessing activity in the evening after work. When I first approached Dan, he was sitting alone on a bench. I initially asked him if he were a Christian.

“Oh yes, I am a Christian. I am a born-again believer, and I have received the baptism of the Holy Spirit”.

“Baptism of the Holy Spirit? What is that?” I asked in surprise. “Do you mind if I talk to you about it?”

“No, I don't mind at all. I will be glad to tell you about it. Sit down”, he invited.

“My name is Dan”, he said, introducing himself. He proceeded to tell me how he accepted the Lord and how he later received the baptism the Holy Spirit. He carefully explained that receiving the gift of tongues was not the same thing as receiving the baptism of the Holy Spirit. He stressed that the gift of tongues was only an outward manifestation of the gifts of the Spirit.

“Speaking in tongues is not the thing to desire”, Dan emphasized. “The thing to desire is the baptism of the Holy Spirit”.

Finding the topic interesting, I bombarded him with questions.

“You know, Will, when you have been baptized by the Holy Spirit, unusual things can happen as the spirit works through you. For example, it is not by accident that we have met one another. The Holy Spirit brought us together”.

“Oh yes, I can appreciate that”, I responded.

Dan continued, “Five minutes ago I was walking out of this mall, right out of that exit”. He pointed to a nearby exit. “All of a sudden an inner voice told me to turn around and sit on one of the benches”.

I thought, Inner voice, hmm, that's interesting.

“I couldn't understand why I should go back and sit down”, Dan commented. “But I could sense the Spirit prompting me. So I came over to sit on this very bench. Just a few seconds after I sat down, you walked up to me”.

I was fascinated. I hadn't realized that regular Christians received instructions from inner voices just as I did.

“It was the Holy Spirit”, Dan affirmed. “He was telling me to sit on this bench, because the Holy Spirit wanted us to meet. We did not meet by chance; it was by divine intention. The Holy Spirit works in mysterious ways”.

Deeply intrigued by Dan's claim to have been baptized by the Holy Spirit, I asked, “Dan, tell me. How can I receive the baptism of the Holy Spirit?”

He looked me straight in the eye and said seriously, “You need to attend a church that has the Holy Spirit and believes in the baptism of the Holy Spirit. You won't receive the gift of the Holy Spirit while among people who don't believe in it”.

Dan invited me to his church and left me with directions on how to get there.

My attention suddenly returned to the committee room at Peace Apostolic. The church elder had reentered the room, accompanied by a younger woman, who proceeded to sit down at the opposite side of the table. Apparently, this younger woman had just been baptized, and the two of us appeared to be the candidates for receiving the gift of the Holy Spirit.

The church elder seated herself at the head of the table and handed each of us a King James Version Bible. Picking up her own Bible, she started to leaf through its pages.

I thought to myself, I have had so many mystical experiences as a devoted New Age Christian that I am sure God will consider me a suitable candidate to receive the special gift of his Holy Spirit.

The church elder began to speak.

“The Bible tells us that if we repent and are baptized, we will receive the gift of the Holy Ghost. This is promised in Acts chapter two, verses thirty-eight and thirty-nine”.

She looked down at her Bible, adjusted the positioning of her round-lensed spectacles, and read the two verses aloud. “Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost. For the promise is unto you and to your children, and to all that are afar off, even as many as the Lord our God shall call” (KJV).

She looked up at the young woman and me. “The Bible promises the gift of the Holy Ghost to those who repent and have been baptized. You have repented and are baptized. Shortly you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit. Everyone at Peace Apostolic who has been baptized and who wants the gift of the Holy Ghost has received it. We have never had anyone who has not received the gift”.

With that kind of guarantee, I started to anticipate something marvelous happening.

The elderly lady continued to explain, “The Bible tells us clearly that the evidence of receiving the Holy Ghost is the ability to speak in tongues”. She then read Acts 2:4 and Acts 10:44-46.

My thoughts wandered back to the conversation with Dan in the mall. I recalled his telling me that few Christians had received the baptism of the Holy Spirit and that the gift was important.

The church elder quoted a couple more texts related to the Holy Ghost and the speaking of tongues before asking us whether we believed what we had just read. When we replied Yes, she stood up and asked us to follow her into the sanctuary. It was deserted except for a small group of young women standing near the front, who were identified as assisting ministers.

The two of us were asked to kneel at the altar rail. The young women surrounded us.

“In order to receive the gift of the Holy Ghost”, the elder instructed, “you have to thank Jesus for saving you. Say out loud, 'Thank you, Jesus.' Keep saying it until the Holy Ghost comes upon you.

Closing my eyes, I folded my hands and quietly said, “Thank you, Jesus, for saving me”.

“Louder. And keep saying it”, the elder encouraged.

“Thank you, Jesus, for saving me. Thank you, Jesus, for saving me”, I repeated.

“Don't stop”, interjected one of the young assisting ministers. “Keep repeating, 'Thank-you-Jesus.' 'Thank-you-Jesus.'

“Thank-you-Jesus. Thank-you-Jesus”, I cried out.

“Thank-you-Jesus, Thank-you-Jesus”.

“Thank-you-Jesus. Thank-you-Jesus”.

“Thank-you-Jesus. Thank-you-Jesus”.

I stalled to catch my breath.

“Don't stop!” another minister shouted. “Keep saying it. Aren't you glad Jesus has saved you? Keep thanking him for it”.

I continued to repeat “Thank-you-Jesus” several times over.

“Louder!” bellowed another assistant. “Shout at the top of your voice. Tell Jesus how thankful you are. Come on, keep saying it, 'Thank-you-Jesus.' 'Thank-you-Jesus.'

The other candidate and I continued to repeat the phrases we were instructed to shout.

The young assistants began to act like cheerleaders, shouting encouragement and exhorting us to keep repeating “Thank-you-Jesus”.

Suddenly the crash of something falling interrupted us. My eyes glanced open.

In the excitement, one of the assisting ministers had accidentally fallen back against the pulpit, almost knocking it over. In the commotion, the large wooden cross in front of the pulpit was knocked off and crashed down upon the floor.

Quickly closing my eyes, I resumed thanking Jesus for my deliverance from damnation. The cheerleaders continued their exhortations as the sanctuary echoed with the din of our plea.

After what seemed like ages, my voice became hoarse with fatigue. How can this be a “gift” from God if I must work so hard for it? I wondered.

Immediately I countered this negative thought with a positive one: While I am here, I should do everything I can to obey the instructions; I should give it everything I've got.

“Thank you, Jesus”, I immediately shouted in earnest, repeating it several times.

I recalled the statement made by the church elder that every candidate at Peace Apostolic had received the baptism of the Holy Spirit. I clung to the belief that if I kept doing as I was told, I would eventually receive the gift.

After several more minutes of chanting, I had difficulty speaking, as if my jaw were ready to go into some kind of spasm.

The elder and assistants became excited and implored, “Let the words come. Don't resist; just let them out”.

I tried to speak, “Thank you, Jesus”, but couldn't. My lips were quivering in an involuntary spasm.

The candidate next to me emitted a shrieking, babbling sound, a bit like Swiss yodeling.

“Keep going. Don't stop”, an assistant blurted as I momentarily lost concentration listening to the other candidate.

Disciplining myself to continue until I received the gift, I noticed that the quivering of my throat soon changed into an utterance in a language I couldn't identify. Soon it became easy for me to speak out in this peculiar tongue. I felt as if I were channeling, just the way I used to do in the Lighted Way channeling groups - but this time I was channeling in an unknown language. I did not know what the words meant; the tongue sounded something like I imagined Russian to sound.

I was relieved when it was over, for I felt exhausted.

The sanctuary was silent. I opened my eyes. The assisting ministers were picking up the wooden cross and securing it back in place in front of the pulpit.

The elder was quietly kneeling beside me. I asked her whether she understood the language of the Holy Spirit.

“No”, she calmly replied. Then she asked me gently, “What are you going to do now?”

Without hesitation, I boldly replied, “I am going to do the Lord's work. What else is there to do?”

I was referring to the mall witnessing task that the voice of Jesus had commanded me to carry out that afternoon. I got up and left.

As I write this book, I can't help but compare the experience at Peace Apostolic with a later baptism I received. This water-immersion ceremony occurred a few months after the real Holy Spirit had rescued me from the bondage of Satan and his evil web of deceit. On this latter occasion, I was baptized into a relationship with the authentic Jesus Christ, God and Son of the Father Most High.

As I entered the water, no voices hounded me to do their work. I spent the entire day filled with the simple joy of peace in the Lord. I was experiencing salvation by grace - salvation by faith in what Jesus had done for me.

Commentary on Satan and Gifts of the Spirit

When I spoke in tongues at Peace Apostolic Church, it was obvious that the manifestation could not have been the work of the Holy Spirit because I was a disciple of Satan. It also seems to me that the methodology used by the Peace Apostolic Church to precipitate the “gift” of the Holy Spirit is also non-scriptural. The repetitive shouting of “Thank you, Jesus” is contrary to the admonition of Jesus in Matthew 6:7: “When you pray, do not keep on babbling like pagans, for they think they will be heard because of their many words”.

You may be wondering whether Satan has the power to counterfeit the gifts of the Holy Spirit - such as healing and speaking in tongues - in our day.

Jesus stated that “false prophets will appear and perform signs and miracles to deceive the elect” (Mark 13:22).

Think back to the days of the prophet Elijah. During the reign of King Ahab, God's prophet challenged 450 prophets of Baal to a contest on Mount Carmel to prove who was the true God, Baal or the Lord. Each contestant built a stone altar with wood and a sacrificial bull placed on it. The prophets were then to take turns calling upon their God to bring fire down from heaven to ignite their offering. The God who answered with fire would be declared the true God.

The Baal prophets pleaded from morning till evening. They even lacerated themselves with swords to make blood flow. But Baal did not respond.

Elijah then had four large containers of water poured on his offering. This was repeated twice. After his call to God, fire came down and consumed not only the offering, but also the altar stones and all the water.

Apparently in the Old Testament times, Satanic power was restricted and could not match the power of God to bring fire down from heaven.

Contrast this situation with the prophecies of Revelation concerning the end times and the era of the Antichrist, symbolized by the beast out of the earth.

John describes the beast:

“He performed great and miraculous signs, even causing fire to come down from heaven to earth in full view of men. Because of the signs... he deceived the in habitants of the earth” (Revelation 13:13, 14).

The Bible seems to reveal that in the last days, Satan will be allowed to duplicate powers that were once the special prerogative of the Holy Spirit.

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Chapter 13