My name is Murari Rodriguez and I had been known as the Black Widow, a woman who lures her mate and after she’s done with her mating, she kills him. She destroys him, and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing.
I grew up in a broken home. My father left when I was six and my mother often left me in the care of a babysitter while she worked. Eventually, my mother married a very controlling police officer. I grew up full of fear. He sexually abused me for a year before my mother intervened.
When I was 11, it happened again. I was abused by a friend of the family. He opened the Bible and swore on it as he denied what he did. At that point, I decided that God does not exist. I became rebellious. I started drinking and smoking pot. Then, I went through a series of abusive relationships and had three children while I was still a teenager.
When I was 18, I was introduced to witchcraft and the goth subculture. I was baptized as a witch and I was really attracted to the power and control that the community kept talking about. I began to cast spells to control those around me. I felt like I can protect myself from the abuse that I had t endure in the past.
I decided to break away when the other witches wanted to initiate my children. I moved away and tried to make a fresh start. But one night, I had a vision. I saw a beast standing in the yard. He had the form of a lion but he was awful looking. He opened his mouth and I noticed someone in his mouth. I yelled out, “Oh my God, help! He’s got someone in his mouth!”
When he turned, I saw that it was me. He began to squeeze and I could hear my bones cracking. I can hear myself gasping for air. Then, I saw blood gushing out of my mouth. Then, I heard a voice. It said, “Murari, I’ve been calling you for a long time. If you don’t come to me now, he’s going to kill you.”
All I remember was falling on my face and saying, “Lord, please don’t let me die. I receive you, I don’t know you and I’m sorry.”
Then, I just woke up and I knew that I had a most incredible encounter with my creator. He called me daughter, and knew that he was my father. I felt renewed, I felt free. I found a church and was baptized a Christian. Now, I share the good news of Jesus Christ.