HOW I GOT HIT WITH KUNDALINI

Several months ago, my husband and I were invited to a spirit-filled church by a dear friend. The only thing we did not realize is exactly what type of so-called spirit was actually filling this church.

Prior to this invitation, our previously tainted church experience led Ryan and I to step away as church planters and leaders of a ministry because of their executive decision to align with a very prominent and questionable mega church ministry.

It had been quite a while since Ryan and I had actually attended a physical church so we were whole-heartedly looking forward to fellowship in a spiritually safe environment. We even felt anticipation regarding the potential of a new church home because our friend who invited us was a well-respected minister in this particular church.

In the beginning of worship, the wife of the lead pastor shared a song she wrote describing a vision God had given her on a weekend drive up into the mountains. As she began singing, I sensed my hesitation to participate with the typical swaying back and forth, with hands raised and eyes closed but the enemy ultimately convinced me I was being overly critical. So, I decided to surrender to the lyrics not realizing that I had just opened myself up to seducing spirits.