Grateful to God!

Dear Paul,
My husband and I were visiting your Pulling Down Strongholds class last month. You prayed with me and told me to grab some DVDs to take back with us. I just finished watching the one where you are walking through how to do deliverance ministry. I have been having things manifest off and on and I’ve sent Cynthia an email explaining some of it. God has been walking me through it when I’m by myself with Him. It’s been crazy but I am so grateful He is so very faithful!

I was going to tell you God just walked me through a lot of deliverance through your teaching. As you were calling things out on this dvd, demons were manifesting and God was delivering me of so many things. Some of the stuff I don’t even know what it was or why but I’m not complaining! I’m just thankful He got rid of it. Have you had people watch this dvd before and tell you that God walked them through deliverance as they were playing the dvd?

We are excited about having Cynthia here during the 3rd week in April to teach us more about deliverance! I want to thank you for taking time out with us that night we were there. I really appreciate the investment you made into my life. I thank God for you and Cynthia and the ministry God has placed in your hearts. You are truly a blessing!

God bless you

My Family Has Been Set Free!

Anonymous testimony:

It is my greatest desire to be a yielded vessel that the Lord can use fully to his glorification. Therefore my daily prayer is that of David when he asked the Lord to “Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be made clean. Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.”

A year ago the Lord began a cleansing process within me that I shall never forget. This consists of being delivered from witchcraft, fear, loneliness, anger, rage, generational curses, hurt, sickness, and poverty. This did not occur with one deliverance but with several over a period of time as they manifested themselves.

Thank God for blessing me with a church home that has a deliverance ministry operating within it that is spirit-filled, and has women and men called and anointed by God to lay hands on the sick and to drive out demons according to the scriptures (Matt 16:17,18).

It was my intention to be “trained” to work in the deliverance ministry. Needless to say, I did not know my training would lead to my being set free of witchcraft, generational curses, etc. It all began when I asked Paul and Alma Cooprider, the leaders of Pulling Down Strongholds, to pray for me for “fear.” During the Mass Deliverance I felt this was what had manifested itself. Well, as Paul took me through the forgiveness process and began to call several things out, I knew this was the night the Lord had set aside for my deliverance.

One of the things Paul always says before he starts the mass deliverance is “if you let it come up, you won’t have to take it home with you.” As I yielded myself to be set free and made whole, it began to happen. I slid right off the pew and began crawling away from Paul. After much yelling, burping, and throwing up I was finally free of witchcraft, and generational curses.

It is amazing how an individual can allow the enemy to use their hatred to try and destroy another person. But more specifically to destroy other family members. This same curse that was placed on me was passed down to my daughter and my grandchildren. This curse was intended to take my life and had been present within me for over twenty years.

Thank God also for the deliverance of my oldest daughter, who went through a horrific deliverance one month after I was delivered. This deliverance occurred at a Pulling Down Strongholds service also. The demon had been in my daughter for fifteen years, which means it entered into her when she was fifteen years old.

My second big deliverance came shortly after my divorce. It manifested itself as anger and rage. Again Paul and Alma were led by the spirit of God to minister to me. This occurred following the 11:00am morning worship service. The pastor asked people to come down for prayer. I knew I needed more than ordinary prayer so I went to Paul and Alma, who are also Elders of the Carpenter’s Home church.

This deliverance took quite a while, but Paul and Alma stuck with it until I was set free once again. To God be the glory to have such humble servants in his care.

My last deliverance happened after I took an examination related to my work profession. I had fasted, prayed, and had other strong believers to pray with me and for me. But, I did not pass that examination. I explained to Paul what had happened and this time I was delivered of a spirit of poverty. This spirit of poverty was so strong until I could feel my stomach twisting as Paul touched my forehead with his finger.

Again, I was delivered and later told by Paul that this too was a generational curse that had been passed down by my forefathers.

From going through the deliverances, my family and I have grown closer. I can truly say that what the enemy meant for harm, God meant for good. My grand children are not getting sick as often as they had in the past. My oldest grandson is making A’s and B’s in school, whereas before, he was making D’s and F’s. But, the one thing that I noticed most of all is my youngest grandson will now allow me to pick him up and cuddle him. This rarely happened before I went through the deliverances.

I can truly say I have been set free. But I realize that to stay free I must adhere to the word of God. I must read and study the word of God on a regular basis. I must also pray without ceasing and keep the whole armor of God on my family and myself. The word of God lets us know that the enemy is out to kill, steal, and to destroy. But I know there is a God who sits high and looks low. He is and has been my strong deliverer in times of trouble. To God be all the glory!

Delivered From Depression

Anonymous testimony:

My husband became part of the deliverance ministry many years ago. For years the family I was born into told me that I should stay far away from deliverance because “it is dabbling with the devil and bringing condemnation on my children.” I was fearful that they were right. I thought that if anything bad happened to my kids it would be my fault because I didn’t listen to my Christian parents.

Finally, I agreed to talk with Paul and Alma. They told me that Christians were not supposed to be depressed. I had never heard that before. I had been on Prozac for 5 1/2 years for suicidal depression. Many members of my family were on anti-depressants, so I never questioned that this was wrong. Well one night at a deliverance team meeting, my husband stood behind me, encouraging me to allow Ed to pray over me. That night I was delivered from depression. I went home and threw my Prozac away. I had found freedom like I had never known before. I couldn’t stop smiling. I was able to pray again. It was great!
As the weeks passed, I felt the depression creep back into my life. How could this be? Hadn’t I been delivered? Yes, I had, but the strongholds were still there. I never broke the legal rights Satan had over me. I returned to a Tuesday night deliverance meeting. As Paul began the mass deliverance, my whole body began to shake. Things I hadn’t thought about in years were coming back to my mind. When Paul asked if anyone needed more help, I shot out of my seat to the front.

Ed and Donna asked me some questions about what seemed to be bothering me. The answers were anger and depression. With further investigation into my past, we discovered that I had never forgiven my older brother for committing suicide and leaving me with a terrible secret of incest. That night I forgave him and Satan’s legal right was broken. Guilt, anger, depression, suicide, and self-hate were destroying my life. That night they had to leave. I am still finding unforgiveness in my life that I am confessing as God reveals it to me. I am combing through my past to find any areas that Satan may claim as his own. God is such a loving God! He has drawn me close to Him each day. He is revealing a
plan for my life and is asking me to step out in faith to meet Him.

My husband says he has a new wife. I know he does. I finally feel the joy of the Lord and know the freedom of living in His will. Satan never wanted this to happen to me and used my Christian family to stop it. He is still using them to pull me back. But I now have the strength of the Lord fighting the battles. What peace there is in knowing that God has full charge over your life! Our God is so awesome!

Thank you for letting me share some of the wonderful things God has done
recently in my life. I can’t stop praising His wonderful name!

Feeling Free!!!

Sent by Lisa in Australia after a Visit from Paul & Alma:

Dear Paul and Alma,

I hope you made it back to the US safe and sound and I hope you are both well.

Well, here I am back in Melbourne. What a whirlwind the past 3 weeks have been, from a psychic, to exorcisms, to God, – can’t say I regret a thing though!

So on the flight back to Melbourne I realised that something had changed, I didn’t know what, yet I knew a huge shift had occured in me.

A dear friend of 12yrs picked me up from the airport early afternoon and I proceeded to tell her my story of what I had heard, seen, and experienced in the past 3 weeks. That Sunday she went to church with her children for the first time in her life, (except for weddings and funerals.) I also asked her if she could see a change in me. She said for the first time in all the time she had known me I had tears in my eyes when I was meant to.

I have shared my story with a few people and they have all been amazed, especially those that haven’t so far lived with or experienced God.

I have spoken with Carne, he is still being pulled and pushed from within. I have actually told him that I love him and care for him and want to marry him and he needs to make decisions. He has said he also wants to marry me and wanted to know what I thought. I told him that unless we can love and respect each other how God intended us to there is no point to us being together. I also said that the first thing that needs to be dealt with is the demonic forces in both of us. Carne agreed! I’m not interested in talking about anything else with him until that has been dealt with because as soon as an emotion is triggered in him something else is immediatly in the drivers seat and I won’t deal with it anymore. I choose to no longer be stolen from, destroyed, or murdered in any way, shape, or form.

As for me, I can’t believe how peaceful my mind is. I never knew how infested it was. In hindsight I feel like spiders had spun millions of webs throughout my mind and controlled it. Now I have a peace of mind that I have never experienced in all my adult life. For this I am truly greatful and am willing to follow up on my spiritual position in life after having experinced first-hand how the devil has played me.

I am reading my bible, praying, talking with God, and watching the DVD’s of Bob’s teachings. I will go to church soon as well.

Paul and Alma, I am so greatful to both of you for the gift you allowed me to receive. I am greatful to Bob and Laura and the whole team that made this possible for me. I shall email Bob as well to thank him and everyone.

My head is still spinning though, 3 weeks ago you would have never heard me speak how I speak now.

I thank God for both of you, how you have allowed me to experience and feel about life is a way I have never felt before. It’s true what you said Paul, “When you find God the search stops!”

I can’t thank both of you enough.

Love Always


My Deliverance Testimony

Submitted by Cynthia Y

I grew up with a very controlling father. He was always emotionally distant and unavailable, a workaholic. He couldn’t get close to anyone, not even his wife and children. If a child is afraid in the middle of the night, they usually go running to their parents for comfort. Well, that didn’t happen in our house. The few times I tried that, my father would tell me, “Get back in your room, or I’ll put a lock on the outside of your door to make sure you stay there.” I learned at a young age that fear and pain were things I had to deal with alone. Everything in our house had to be done his way, or else it was wrong. If something wasn’t perfect, it was unacceptable.

In spite of my father, I always thought I was a pretty normal child up until I started school. Now I know that my problems probably started long before I ever got to school. But as soon as I started school I quickly discovered that something was very wrong. In first grade, when all of the other kids began to learn how to read, I began to struggle. It seemed so easy for them, but I just wasn’t getting it. In second grade the gap between their reading ability and mine became even more obvious, at least to me, and I began to notice another problem. When I tried to write I couldn’t tell which way the letters should go; I always seemed to get them backwards. I struggled with almost every single letter of the alphabet. I could write them facing both ways side by side, and I couldn’t tell which one was right. And then there was spelling… but I was so ashamed that I didn’t tell anyone. In third grade when the other kids were learning the multiplication tables, I struggled with that too. I just couldn’t remember them. I would go over them again and again, but it just wouldn’t stay in my mind. I could have it down cold one day, and then a few hours later, it would be gone, all of it, just gone. However, this teacher noticed that something was wrong, and she advised my parents to take me to a doctor.

After some tests that were pretty scary for a young child, they told me that I had dyslexia, and that I would never learn the way other kids learned. I was also diagnosed with ADHD, but back in 1968 they didn’t call it ADHD, they called it “Minimal Brain Dysfunction.” Imagine a nine year old child sitting in the back of the room while the doctor explained that to her parents. They weren’t talking to me; they were talking about me as though I wasn’t even in the room. To my nine year old mind, “brain dysfunction,” be it minimal or otherwise, meant that I was retarded, and there was nothing that anyone could say to convince me otherwise. After all, I had all the proof I needed every single day when I went to school. I was actually a smart little girl but I didn’t know it at the time, and it would be many, many years before I ever thought of myself as anything other than a complete idiot.

My father suddenly had a daughter with a serious problem, and that was difficult for him to deal with because of his desire for a perfect and orderly world. He was already very critical of me, but now I was truly flawed, and I felt his disapproval very acutely every day. I had become “the defective child.” He would tell me at length about everything that was wrong with me, over and over all the time, but he never told me I did a good job, not ever. I felt like nothing I did was ever good enough. Never once did I hear the words I so desperately longed to hear from him, “I’m proud of you,” and so I spent my entire life trying to be perfect so he would love me, but I always failed. I grew up believing I just wasn’t good enough to be loved.

We moved the summer I was diagnosed with dyslexia, so when I entered the fourth grade I was in a new school. I didn’t know anyone. I had no friends. Fear entered my life that year, fear like I had never known before. My greatest fear was that other people would find out how stupid I was. I was convinced that if I talked to people it would immediately be obvious to everyone, and then they would all know. So I began to withdraw, I stopped talking and interacting with people almost completely. In fact I rarely spoke outside of my own house for the rest of my childhood and most of my twenties, and I’ve battled a painful shyness ever since.

School became the most miserable experience of my life. I was so shy and withdrawn that I was rejected by other kids. They were vicious and cruel, and I took it all in stoic silence. I cried a lot when I was a child, but I always cried alone. I thought it was just another weakness inside of me, and I didn’t want anyone else to see it. I felt different, I felt stupid, and I was always afraid of what other people thought of me. I started withdrawing from people so they wouldn’t find out about my dyslexia, but soon I was withdrawing to protect myself from their cruelty and rejection. In Junior High I had had enough, and when a girl mouthed off to me in gym class one day, I punched her in the face. I got detention at school and was grounded for a month at home, but it was worth it, because I never got picked on again. I struggled onward through school, and it was a miserable ordeal all the way. When I finally graduated from high school I still couldn’t read. I went on to college because it was expected, but in the middle of my first semester I realized that I wouldn’t be able “fake it” in college without being able to read, like I had done in high school, so I quit, without telling my father why. You can imagine his reaction, but I thought it was better for him to think of me as lazy rather than stupid, and so I never told him the truth. I felt completely worthless and unlovable.

My mother always loved me, but a child’s sense of value and self-esteem comes from their relationship with their father. The things I learned from my father were, that there was something fundamentally wrong with me, that I couldn’t do anything right, and that I just wasn’t good enough. When you come from a dysfunctional home, you can feel like you don’t deserve to be treated right, so you end up taking whatever affection you can get, and that is what happened to me. I got involved with drugs and alcohol, and I only seemed to attract abusive men.

One night when I was at a particularly low point in my life, I cried out to God. I was living in a van with an abusive alcoholic biker. It was November, and we were in the Colorado Mountains with no place to get out of the cold. I prayed, “Oh God, my life’s a mess and I don’t know what to do, please help me.” The very next day he answered that prayer. He sent some Christians to witness to me and I got saved. I began to learn that God loved me and that he wanted a better life for me. I was twenty three years old and I finally learned to read, but because of all those unresolved issues from my childhood, I could never get those things I was reading about in the Bible to manifest in my life. The idea of a loving father was a difficult concept for me, so I had a hard time thinking of God as a loving father. Unconditional love was something I had never experienced before, so I guess I just didn’t believe that such a thing was really possible. I finally left the biker, only to end up marrying a man a few years later who turned out to be an abuser also. When my marriage ended in divorce I was so hurt and wounded that I didn’t want anything to do with men ever again. I hated men, and it was several years before I even considered the possibility that perhaps not all men were selfish scumbags. During that time I learned more about God, and my life finally started getting better, but only to a point. It was like hitting a wall that I just couldn’t get past. I had learned a lot of Bible and a lot of Godly principles, but my relationships with people were always stiff and strained. I couldn’t relax with people, I still couldn’t trust them.

I was struggling with some physical problems when my pastor suggested I come to the deliverance meetings, so I came not having a clue what to expect. The first night I came I cried through the entire mass deliverance. Paul always says that it’s designed to stir up the areas where you have unresolved issues that need to be dealt with. Well, almost every thing he said stirred up something inside of me. I was the last person he prayed for that night, but little else happened that first night. Paul explained all about multiple personalities to me. He explained how when someone experiences trauma as a child, like rejection or abuse, that a part of the personality can split off to contain that pain, so the child can survive and continue to function. We call those parts of the personality, “alters.” He said it was a God given coping mechanism for children. He explained how demons enter through the trauma and abuse, and that they build strongholds around those areas of pain. He explained to me how we had to deal with those traumatized parts on the inside of me, how the demons’ legal rights to be there were hidden in those alters, and that once we took away those legal rights and brought healing to those alters, then the demons would be a lot easier to get rid of.

I listened to everything Paul had to say that night. I believed in demons, and I knew that they were responsible for the recurring problems in my life, but I really struggled with the whole concept of Multiple Personality Disorder. The last “disorder” that was diagnosed in my life was dyslexia, and that had ruined my life. I just didn’t want to believe that I had this kind of a problem. But I came back the next week, and I watched. I watched as Paul talked to different personalities in one person, then another, and another, all night long. I learned very quickly that this was something real, and then I had to admit that I was a classic case. This was the key to my deliverance, and I wanted it, but something still held me back… I was afraid! I didn’t know Paul back then. How could I trust him with the intimate details of all my painful past? How could I risk opening up and being hurt again? Every person I had ever let down my guard with, and trusted, had hurt me, and I had promised myself I would never take that risk again. But I kept coming back, I kept watching, and I kept listening. It was months before I finally got to the place where my desire to be free was bigger than my fear of being hurt. Then one day I asked Paul and Alma to pray with me, and I started to let all those hurting parts inside of me come up to the surface. We would deal with a few alters, and then we’d get rid of a few demons. Things would be better for a while, and then some more stuff would start to stir up, and we’d do it all again. Deliverance is a process. It’s like pealing an onion. You just keep going one layer at a time, until you finally get to the last one. So that’s what we did.

Now the pain from my past has been healed. I can watch a movie without some little thing triggering a surge of pain or anger that then comes crashing to the surface without warning. Now I can talk to people and open up with them, and I’m not afraid of being hurt. God has taken my mess, and turned it into my ministry. He has called me to help other people get free of the demons that are tormenting their lives. I want to encourage you, if you are hurting, if you have pain when you think about the things that happened in your past, and if you want to be free, you are in the right place. Don’t let it take you as long as it took me. Decide right now that you’re going to get free, and that you don’t care what it takes to do it. Don’t suppress the pain any longer. Let our workers help you deal with the past, and get those demons out of there. This is the place to let that stuff come up. The day you let that stuff start coming up to the surface, is the day you’ll be on your way to freedom. I hope that for you, that day is today.