My son is a happy, smart, energetic boy who has a smile that steals hearts and a laugh that is infectious. He communicates mostly using gestures and claps in delight when he does something he’s proud of. He’s almost four.
My son is the kid that would lay on the floor at the grocery store if allowed. He doesn’t always pay as much attention as he should and can become distracted enough to wonder off too.
My son enjoys full body activities like running top speed, doing flips, jumping/bouncing, spinning in circles. No, my son is not autistic.
My son was hitting all of his milestones, he was a very social baby, he smiled alot, he walked at 10 months old, and by 18 months old he was speaking in simple sentences. Then he was given the MMR vaccine. My son has not been the “same” since then. Immediately, he lost his ability to speak and he began growling. He also stumbled around as though he were drunk for weeks following this inoculation. My son was attacked by something in the spirit realm the moment he was injected with that potion courtesy of Pharmakeia.
I was anguished with guilt because I had allowed it. I beat myself up (secretly) until very recently because I knew better than to come into agree with this thing by giving my consent. I cried out to Yah because I felt robbed. I felt like my normal, healthy, beautiful baby boy that I had prayed over every single day since I learned of his existence was gone. I was sad. I was angry. And I mourned what I felt I had lost. Then the Holy Spirit sent me a message, Mark 9:17-27. Its the story of a father seeking healing (deliverance) for his son who was afflicted by deaf, dumb, and mute demonic spirits. Jesus’ disciples first attempt to exercise these spirits failed, but when Jesus commanded them to leave of course the spirits manifested and departed from the boy. When asked why the 1st attempt had not worked, Jesus informed them that THESE spirits can only be cast out through fasting. By the time I finished readi
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is passage, a story I was very familiar with growing up in church, I moved to tears. There was a name for what was plaguing my baby, and I had instructions straight from Jesus! I immediately began a 7 day fast, 7 days turned into 21. During the course of this fast, morning and night, my son and I listened to a recorded deliverance session specifically for deaf, dumb, and mute spirits, or what many would call the spirit of autism.
On the 21st day, two things happened. I was offered a home for far less than its market value AND my son began to speak again. WORDS! Not grunts or squeals or screams but words! I was overcome with joy. My God had answered 2 prayers on the same day.
Its been a little over a year now since that day and everyday, every single day I see a new thing in ny son. The light has come back into his eyes. He IS the normal, healthy, beautiful baby boy that I was blessed with almost 4 years. And I thank my Father for him everyday.