It shouldn't surprise anyone that I would start out by saying that previous to my escape from oppressive bondage I never quite felt that I fit in anywhere. I was the child who would stand and stare through the fence as others were playing. I felt this backwardness, and you may say unworthiness of receiving anything good in my life, all the way until I started college. Honestly, I experienced depression the entire Junior year of High School, and could not understand why. My family was not well off, but neither did we lack. The best times I enjoyed while growing up in west-central Illinois was when I was off venturing in the woods hunting, fishing, picking mushrooms, or blackberry picking. Gardening was a necessity, but I didn't enjoy it until opening those fresh canned tomatoes and green beans in the winter. When I started college I was apprehensive about going until invited to a party one night at the lock & dam in Canton Missouri where I found Mr. Marijuana and brother Jim Beam. At that moment life took on a whole different meaning and I fit in quite naturally and I thought (perfectly). Two weeks later I dropped out of college because I wasn't attending classes due to incessant hangovers. I started my drug and alcohol career as a full blown addict.

The years that followed held a mixed bag of fun, fun mixed with trouble, and then sheer depression, terror, bewilderment, frustration, and finally despair. After one broken marriage, and the loss of most everything in my life, at the age of 39 I hit rock bottom. I walked into work on the morning of December 12, 1997 after a week's absence and exclaimed that I had a problem. Immediately, and I mean immediately, a gentleman I worked with walked up to me and asked me if I was sincerely ready for help. I concured, and within an hour I was in a treatment facility in the town I knew so well which treated alcohol and drug abuse, however, I did not know this facility existed. So this is an opportune time to declare what I believe to be one of the most important concepts involved in becoming free from oppression. First, you have to stop battling it, get humble and seek help. 21 years of self-abuse, self-will run riot, and an alcoholic bottom will naturally do that, but I implore you to take the action necessary to gain release from your individualized problem before it finally completely envelopes and entraps you. You do not have the means necessary to escape under your own power. I subsequently learned that there was NO human power that could releive me of my alcoholism, but God could and would, and DID when I sought him. Mind you I was not a big believer when I first came to the tables of AA (Alcoholics Anonymous), and I am not suggesting you become involved in a twelve step program, I am just going to outline the Biblical principles that one may practically apply to walk out into freedom from bondage...any bondage. I came to believe that there was hope because others demonstrated that hope in the fact that they were free from drugs, alcohol, depression, rejection, self-condemnation, and many did not even profess Christ as savior. Many had had their fill of church, and manology and cared less whether they ever attended church again. The fact is that these free people had established a personal relationship with God, as they understood God to be. Not a condemning God, but one who cared about them enough to help them in their time of need. I too found that God, and I developed that relationship with HIM as well. Once initially becoming set free from the desire to drink and use drugs I became totally devout to what else I may become free from because that initial freedom and the internal feelings of euphoria were enough to keep me seeking more and more release.

At the seventh month of sobreity I was going to a chapel nightly to pray. One evening, June 23, 1998, after just parking the old truck I heard a small still voice within my head saying, "Tonite bring your bible in with you." Well, what is a person supposed to think? I had been drawing near for 2 months seeking guidance so why would I be surprised? I took my bible with me into the deserted dimly lit chapel and sat down and got quiet before God, as I understood him at that time. The next thing I heard was "go into Romans Chapter 2 and read it." I made it through verses 1-3 which state, "Therefore you are inexcusable, O man, whoever you are who judge, for in whatever you judge another you condemn yourself; for you who judge practice the same things. But we know that the judgment of God is according to truth against those who practice such things.But we know that the judgment of God is according to truth against those who practice such things.And do you think this, O man, you who judge those practicing such things, and doing the same, that you will escape the judgment of God?" Wow! Please understand that I had just come from an AA meeting where we were discussing how easy it is for those in addiction to judge other people, so as to gain a possible inroad to them where our selfishness may flourish. I was stunned and sort of felt shocked at this so called concidence. However, what happened next brought an overwhelming belief that God is alive and well on planet earth. He commanded me to stand up because He was going to judge me. What do you do, run? I stood up. Within a second and a half, or so it seemed, God showed me every sin that I had ever committed, even things that a person would not necessarily believe to be wrong. His final words to me that evening were, "Did you see all of that? I have forgiven you of all of it. Come back when I call you."

I came back when He called. On July 3, 1998, a Saturday afternoon I felt the tug to go to the chapel. Before I could park I heard our Lord say, "I don't want you at this chapel, I want you at the other chapel," I had to think, what other chapel? The college where this chapel existed had an annex about 2 miles north. I said Lord school's out, that building is locked, and I know there is no one around. All I heard was quiet! What do you do? Ignore it? I went to the other chapel. After parking I heard the Lord command me to "take my bible and go into the back door." I therefore took my bible and proceeded to the back entrance to that chapel where I found the door to be locked. I next heard, "wait 3 minutes." What do you do? Stand there and look foolish? I waited. Within about a minute and a half a vehicle pulled into the back parking lot where I was parked. It had UNIVERSITY SECURITY on the door and I thought OK, now what? The guard rolled down the window and said. "Can I help you?" I said that I just had a stong desire to go into the chapel and pray. The guard said that was impossible because no one was in the building due to school being out for the summer. I said, as I was walking toward him, I understand, I just had a stong desire to pray. At that moment the guard sort of immediately nodded off and his head slumped on the steering wheel. He immediately came back up and said, "I guess that would be alright." He proceeded to get out of the vehicle and walk me to the back door where he opened it and said, "just make sure the door is locked when you leave. Lord bless you." So there I stand with an open door in my hand as the guard is pulling away. I enter the chapel where the early evening sun is casting beams of color through the stained glass windows everywhere. I sit down and become very quiet. I suppose it was an hour and a half and it was getting dark in the chapel because no lights were on in the building. I then heard the Lord say, "How has you life gone Mark?" I said before AA and your help it was deplorable. He again stated, "Don't decide now, but if you desire to follow me turn around and take your bible to the back where that light is on and read the last words I told my disciples in the book of Mark." I had not noticed that light on before this time. I therefore took my bible and opened up to Chapter 16 of the book of Mark and read Christ's last words to his disciples... "“Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature. He who believes and is baptized will be saved; but he who does not believe will be condemned. And these signs will follow those who believe: In My name they will cast out demons; they will speak with new tongues; they[fn] will take up serpents; and if they drink anything deadly, it will by no means hurt them; they will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover” (Mark 16: 15-18, New King James Version). I didn't understand the words so I read it again...Go into all the world...believes and baptized...will cast out demons. When I saw that phrase, "Cast out demons" I knew that throughout my entire life I had been under the influencial oppression of demons. I need delivered! I immediately left the chapel and went looking for deliverance. 

I couldn't find it. I went and talked to the AA spiritual mentor of the area and said "Ty, I think I got some demons going on. He laughed and said, "You sure do". I said you mean you know about this? He said, "Yep sure do." I said why don't you hear more about it in AA? He said, "People are too afraid to go in there." I said can YOU help me? He said, "Nope, that's not my job." He then referred me to a church. I made an appointment to speak with the head pastor. During that appointment, I breifly told the pastor my life history, came out of alcoholism...about died...I think I got some demons going on...can you help me? The pastor stood up out of his chair. walked around his desk, put his arm around my shoulder, and started walking me out of the office, stating "the Lord is doing a good work in you, you just keep it up." I got the boot. However, I continued to look for help, but could not find it. 2 months later the Lord spoke to me saying, "Can't find deliverance, can you? Don't worry I'll teach you". And thus started a whole new process of discovery and release from oppression a step at a time. I won't go into details here, but I searched the scriptures, and started to put it all together.

It was on a late Sunday afternoon the following year, after prayer, that I began to not feel so well, and sensed some things breaking loose from around my kidney's. I felt nauseated and then a release with a slight amout of wretching, not vomit, but a lot of (excuse me) phlem came out. I knew it had begun. Over the course of the next 5 years I battled most every level of demonic oppression imaginable. I was severly bound, even though I did not think so. With every release came new revelation, exuberance, greater peace, and ecstatic joy. Mind you, you will not be as heavily oppressed as I was, maybe you will. I believe I was so that I could get a handle on how to go against any and all types of oppression. The picture at the top of this page is a great reminder to me on how the Lord showed me the demonic realm one evening while watching the sunset down by the river in Quincy, Illinois. This battle in the heavenlies, with the angelic realm constantly aligned against the demonic realm is in full force due to Satan's time being short. He wants to oppress and kill as many of us as possible. 

Alot has changed since I caught a glimpse of the battle in the heavenlies, I know live in Indiana, have an Associates Degree in Religion, am nearing completion of my Bachelors Degree in Psychology, with my major being Addictive Counseling, and hope to continue towards my Masters Degree to become a Licensed Clinical Mental Health Counselor. I truly believe I could not, nor can help others, unless I first have been in their shoes and have experienced most every demonic oppression that any human being can experience, and learned first hand the knowledge and means necessary to have escaped their grasp.

If your ready, let's get started. The first thing we must understand is why the oppressors have access to us. By closing their doors, we shut off their power against us.