Former
Mistress of Satan Now in Christ
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2
By
Rev.
Jessie Morris
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Table of Contents
PREFACE
MY
DELIVERANCE FROM THE EVIL FORCES.
THE
CLEANSING.
CONCLUSION.
DECISION TO
FOLLOW JESUS – PRAYER FOR YOUR SOUL.
This is the second part of what is an amazing true-life
story of a young woman from Africa. You need to read the first part which you
can get at any of the book marketplaces, before reading this second part to get
the full story. I divided the story into 2 parts to make for an easy read. Get
the first part also to make a complete reading.
Now for those who have read part 1 as advised, I
will let Vivian continue with her nerve-breaking story. Now over to you Sister
Vivian!
“Cast away from you all your transgressions, whereby ye
have transgressed; and make you a new heart and a new spirit: for why will ye die
O house of Israel? For I have no
pleasure in the death of him that dieth, saith the Lord GOD: wherefore turn
yourselves, and live ye” Ezek 18:31-32.
The events that will lead to my total emancipation from
the clutches of the evil spirits that plagued my life started in a Christian
camp in Nigeria. By this time I had relocated and was now living in Nigeria. I
went to the camp at the invitation of a Christian brother. I had gone there
with the intention to help make God’s purpose a success in the area.
I had been on the camp for three days without really
doing anything to help. I remember
complaining to one of the brothers that I needed something. Meanwhile, I took part in all the
programs. I attended the Bible studies, and prayers, and ate whenever possible. But
all was not well with me.
Many things were wrong with me during the period spent
so far at the camp. I have been feeling like a total stranger, an observer
rather than a participant. The messages
and Bible Studies have not touched gently on my soul as it has been focused on the
destruction of evil powers. I not only
felt different; I felt cold and my heart trembled. I felt as if I was an alien and out of control
in that gathering. I just could not
understand what was happening to me.
Matters came to a head on the third day of the camp meeting
when there was a prayer for Holy Spirit Baptism. I was aware of the outpouring of the Holy
Spirit and what the scripture says about that. Also, l knew the importance to a
Christian but I remained untouched. I cried out to God until my heart began to
ache. Looking at the officials, I knew there was none there who could help
me. A deep despair settled down on me as
confusion crept in. I sat in confused silence,
miserably observing all that was going on.
In the late afternoon, I joined the prayer band to
observe all that was happening there.
The prayers only worsened my situation as they were also battling evil
spirits mostly. I was seriously
alarmed.
At around 10.00 p.m., I left for bed. In that sleep, I began to manifest some
dormant powers in me. I dreamt that I
was holding a banner and riding the wind.
I was thrilled as the banner flew high and streamed in the wind. I woke up from that dream, prayed, and went
back to sleep.
The next day when I went to the prayer meeting, I told
the prayer band leader who is called Brother Mark about my experiences of last
night and requested him to pray for me.
He prayed and it was revealed to him that the banner I was holding was a
political banner.
I was on the verge of
joining one of the political parties in Nigeria, according to the contract terms
I had with Lucifer. So here was a total
stranger revealing to me my secret thoughts.
He also added that a demon of stubbornness was sitting in my heart. He cast it out in Jesus Name. After that, I felt some relief but I still
felt remote. All the calm assurance when
in the midst of Christians was gone. Little
did I know that that prayer request I made to the prayer band leader was going
to lead to earth-shattering events that would change my life forever.
On the last day of the camp meeting, Brother Mark
invited me to a private meeting along with the brother who invited me to the
camp in the first place. He took us to one classroom within the school
compound where the camp meeting has been taking place. He opened his mouth and all hell broke loose.
As we sat around a table in the classroom, Brother Mark
made three statements based on the revelation he got from God concerning me. These statements were to change my life and
altered my Christian testimony, to the glory of God and to my blessing. Brother Mark said when he prayed, God gave
him a message about me which he withheld in order not to embarrass me. He said it was bitter information and he
would not have delivered it, but as a servant of God if he doesn’t deliver it,
and anything happened to me later, my soul will be required at his hand. He had written something on a piece of paper
and gave the paper to me. I read the
note and the three lines burned like a hot red iron in my heart. Below were the
three short lines on the piece of paper Brother Mark gave me:
“Come out
with a clear mind.
The things that you love (wealth, ambition,
fame, etc.)
Who are you?”
As I held the paper and was looking at it, I began to
tremble. The Brother now went on to narrate the vision God gave him concerning
me on the day that the camp meeting started. He said the Lord led him out of
his house to a road. Across the road was
a junction. He saw me coming to the camp
meeting with a strange-looking man with ugly tribal marks across his ugly face.
My dressing and bearing showed me to be a powerful evil force. According to him I was shining like metal and
was wearing heavy beads and bangles. And
the man looked ugly. He said that when
later he saw me arrive physically at the camp he remembered the vision the Lord
had given me; he recognized my face very vividly. He concluded that I was part spirit and part
human. Yes, this was true. That was my contract with Mammy-Water. I
could take her shape and she mine, anytime anywhere.
I answered his questions one after the other. I told him of my resistance to God and my
refusal to come to terms with the transformation from evil to the good that has
taken place in my life. My heart still
yearned for the things of my former way of life, the flesh-pots of Egypt’s, so
to speak. I was really fighting God over
my entry into the Christian fold.
The brother began to talk of sin and forgiveness. He
also talked of service to Christ but I did not want to hear much of it as the
battle between good and evil was raging in my heart. Finally in apparent desperation, I cried out
that I wanted to serve God but I did not know why I could not. I put my arms on my head as I cried with bitterness. Suddenly I felt a burning heat upon me from
my shoulders upwards to my head. At the same time, Brother Mark jumped up and
began to rebuke Lucifer, asking him to take away his bullish fire from me, and
the number 999 he was trying to hang on my hair. Just as suddenly as the heat had come, it went
away at the command of the brother. When I had fully recovered, the brother
then asked me about the meaning of 999 which he just saw on my head.
Trembling, I proceeded to narrate the horrible contract
I had entered with Satan way back in 1976.
One night over a year later, I had been called into the spiritual world
to complete the contract that we started.
On arrival, I majestically marched unaccompanied into Satan’s
presence. He was in a friendly mood and
casually reminded me of our political contract.
Immediately I stepped into his territory he started to give me the power, to
command death, fire, life, and water from trees and rocks. When I walked into his
presence he gave me free access to his reservoir of power. Engaging me in a friendly discussion he led
me to a mighty building in which 999 lives had been held captive. Pointing at them he said the time for
politics has come. The price is 999 souls. “I have everything ready. Just say the word and all these shall die and
the political power shall be yours” Satan commanded.
“How shall they die?” I asked him. “By accidents, fire,
drowning, most painful and tortuous deaths” he responded. I want to tell you that
more than half of these people were churchgoers. Two of the women among them were the only
daughters of their mothers and each of them had only one child. They were churchgoers and had already been
informed of their imminent death by their church and were being prayed
for. It was only these two who invoked
pity on my then-demonic heart. Because
of the overwhelming pity I felt for these two, I freed them all. I could not carry out the plan. I walked out on Satan that night and set the
999 people free. From then I became an
enemy of Satan but I was not yet freed.
I came back from the satanic world determined to break off
communications with Satan.
As the brother continued to talk, my heart was burning
horribly as he talked, and most of what he was saying just passed over my ears. As
he talking, he again suddenly jumped up and began to rebuke Satan, calling the
fire of the Holy Spirit to put off the fire of hell that had engulfed the whole
room. The spiritual fire threatened to engulf us.
“You will die”, Satan spoke directly to my heart. “You will not die”, Brother Mark replied. “It
will not be easy, but if you remain faithful you will be saved,” he told me. He prayed that God will give me peace in my
heart. I left him feeling gloomy and
then I went to pack my things to go home from the camp meeting.
On reaching the place where I lodged for the prayer
meeting, I sat down in absolute gloom and uncertainty. My heart was troubled
but I put my trust in the Lord. Then I heard the devil speak to me. The battle for my soul had begun. The voice was tense, ugly, and full of anger
but it managed to be seductive. I was
trapped.
“Bela, he said, “What have you done?” I broke down as I
went down on my knees crying out to the Lord for I know He was my only hope. It
was horrible. I was in great pain and
danger and my heart was greatly troubled. I said, “Lord. unless you show me a
way, I shall not leave here alive”. The
devil said, “well, you shall kneel there for all you want for there will be no
answer.” I ignored him and continued to
weep silently before the Lord. After
some time, a Voice said clearly “Confess your sins.”
They are many my Lord, where do I begin from?’ “Destruction
upon destruction!” These words fell like
condemnation on my ears, and I saw before me ruins of great things, total
ruins. Oh, I cried black tears, tears of
despair; I felt the full weight of the destruction I had caused weighing me
down. I confessed to corruption of minds
and bodies, to infanticides, to breaking up of homes, only to leave the men
frustrated and the women broken-hearted.
Destruction, absolute destruction!
I felt the weight of those I have initiated into the evil kingdom, those
who had defiled me, and those who have imitated me. I cried out for mercy which I knew I did not
deserve.
Then I saw men, a lot of men, men I had ruined. The line was so long I could not see all of
them. There were two groups. I recognized everyone I saw in the first
group and I knew instinctively why they were there. They were my prisoners, men who love and
hated me at the same time, but they could not get me out of their systems.
That group was made up of people I have enslaved,
ruined, and made hopeless. The other
group consisted of three people and I actually did not know why they were there. Pointing to them the Lord said, these are my
children whom you attempted to corrupt.
You could not contaminate them because they are my anointed but you are
holding them captive. I cried out in
horror. The accusation was very
true. I confessed my sin and released
them and asked for their forgiveness.
The fact is, I had not fully up till then realized the whole implication
of my sexual activities. The men of the
first group were so many and looked so miserable that when the Lord turned to
them I despaired.
As I looked at them I remembered exactly how and when
we had our first encounter and what that meeting did to them. Calling them by name I set them free one by
one. “You are free” I said in a hoarse
whisper. “You can go I set you free from today.
Forget me and be cleansed of me.
I no longer require your services.”
I remember there was one I had put on the death list. I hated him so much. I forgave him then. When I was tired and could not remember anymore, I used the rest as a point of contact for those left. I cried out again and again in anguish. I thought I will die, I saw no possibility of
my being forgiven for all my atrocities.
After some time I began to cry real tears, then I became unconscious.
In that state, I saw a pale white hand emerging from a
pit. It held onto a chair just at the
edge of a pit. While I rebuked it a
second hand joined it and clung to the chair.
A voice said, “Won’t you get up?
Can’t you see he is trying to drag your chair into the pit?” I then realized that I was sitting at a
meeting. There were lots of us sitting there. I sprang up.
I was at the edge of a smoky pit. The bottom of which was
invisible. We all faced one direction. We set silently looking at someone at the
front. The place was fenced with wood
like a barricade.
“Lord where am I and what is happening to me?” Immediately a horrible thing appeared before
me. I looked at it and recognized it as the
Beast (Revelations 13). “But I am a
Christian, what am I doing in this unholy assembly!” I asked myself silently. I
began to call upon Christ to save me from the place. It was packed tight and there was no room, no
door, and no way of escape. A voice said I
should step aside, turn around and walk back.
I did but after one step I came to the edge of the pit. I pulled back.
“No escape there” I said. I came back to the chair and started pleading the blood of Jesus. A voice said I
should ask for the cross to aid me. I
did and a cross was sent down to help me climb out. But there was something suspicious about that
cross so I kept looking at it, pleading the blood of Jesus all the time. The figure on the cross disappeared as it faded
away.
“This is no cross!”
I said, “What I am to do?” “Ask
them” came an answer. I opened my mouth,
“hey, people, what are we doing here?”
Everyone turned to look at me. “We
are worshipping” someone said. “Who are
we worshipping?” I asked. “God” someone responded.
“That is not true” I said. “We are prisoners. This is not God”. “The God who made heaven
and earth is Jehovah, the Everlasting one, the First and the Last. He rides
upon the storm, thunder, and lightning are His ministers, and He sits upon the
White Throne. He is not the one over
there” I said, pointing upward. As I
spoke, there was a general feeling of relief and a silent assent. One end of the stockade broke and we poured
out. We were just walking hopelessly,
without direction. I prayed, “Lord we are now free but we are lost, show us the
way.” I realized at once that I was
walking on a different path. It led
downward so I prayed, “Lord, lead me to light.”
Immediately I saw myself at another meeting. Between twelve to twenty-four people were
seated in an oblong circle. In the
middle was an oblong stone platform, the kind used for human sacrifices when
occultists and astrologists want to tamper with the course of planets. It was white against the general
darkness. The meeting was ready to start
but something was delaying it. I looked
and I saw that the leader was absent.
The chair for the leader was vacant.
By it sat the deputy. On the
deputy’s right was another vacant chair.
It was for the leader’s companion and possibly the victim for the
spiritual exercise. A maid was busy taking
a tray around. Each person picked what
they wanted from the tray. The maid came
to the leader’s chair. The deputy said “She
is not here but I know what she wants.
Let me pick for her.” He picked
two small bags of money and something else which looked like a fan and put
them on the vacant chair. Immediately I knew that the chair was mine and that I
was the leader of this band of evil people and demons. This was my cabinet and
we were meeting for a war plan. Those were
lieutenants in the army of demons and people whom I controlled. “This meeting shall not be” I said.
“Listen, I said, listen all of you, the meeting will
not take place. You are free to go.”
There was no movement as I said this. “Get
up in Jesus’ Name” I repeated. At this, they got up. “Now go.
You are free, never come back here again.” I added. They all left silently.
“Now you chairs come together” I commanded. The chairs heaped together onto the
platform. “In the Name of Jesus burn
now!” At this, the chairs burst into flames. I pleaded the Blood of Jesus over
the platform. It left the platform red
and dangerously conspicuous. “Earth sink
the platform to your level” I commanded.
This happened immediately and blood gently swept over it. The leader’s chair survived it all. It stood defiantly attractive, facing
me. I laughed quietly. I shall not sit on you anymore and you are
going to be consumed, I reject you and in the Name of Jesus, I call fire from
Heaven to consume you. It happened
rapidly. Just as it finished burning, a
small shovel came to pack the ashes. “Hey, you are not allowed to do that, stop!” I commanded. I commanded the ashes to
blend with the soil and be covered with the Blood of Jesus. It was so.
I felt greatly relieved. One of
the most dangerous witchcraft groups in the world had been destroyed and left
without a trace.
After this, I immediately found myself at the
blockade again. It was empty. The Beast was sitting where we left him in
silent anger. I stood in the middle
facing it.
“Listen” I said. “You are the beast. You are not God. There is a time for you to operate. The time is not yet. Right now you are stealing and you have no
right to. This is the time of grace, of
freedom, when we should seek after God and find him. We are free to find God now. Therefore return to your pit and stay there
until your time. By that time, if we
still refuse to serve God you are free to claim us. So in the Name of Jesus get up.” It did.
“Go back to the pit.” It turned
round behind the throne and descended into a dark pit. I saw then that it was chained though it
walked majestically. I breathed with
relief. I stepped back. In the Name of Jesus let fire come down and
consume this barricade. It went up in
flames. It burnt for a very long time. I left it burning. Praise God!
I came round after that. I prayed, got up, and packed my things. I
packed in shocked silence. We drove to
the campsite, where we picked up Brother Mark to whom I narrated all that had
happened to me. We had a long talk and
he questioned me closely. I answered all
his questions truthfully though it was not easy for me. His questions probed the deepest,
well-guarded secrets of my life.
By questioning me the way he did, he was revealing the
truth about me, and my real identity.
The information I gave him consisted of the fact that I was a powerful
force in the spirit world; I had under my control thousands of demons who
executed my commands and these spirits were in companies headed by
lieutenants. In fact, I remember clearly
the meetings we used to hold in my rooms at the university, a meeting to which
lesser demons were not even allowed. The
commander of all of them was Ariel.
When I mentioned his name I saw him, a very athletic
young man with intense sex appeal, very easygoing but capable of
viciousness. Then the brother asked, “if
all these served you, whom did you serve?”
I felt like laughing him to scorn. A maniacal laughter was building up in me but
I suppressed it as much as I could. A
part of me smiled ironically. A voice came
from within me “you really don’t need to answer that Bella.” “Who do you serve?”
Silence, but I knew I had to answer the question. There was a compulsion to answer it. I knew it was critical. I had to confess.
I served Lucifer! I was his Mistress!! Immediately I uttered these words, my heart
and head began to burn furiously. The
whole car became hot as if ready to burn.
I was choking and I heard the brother praying and telling Lucifer that
he cannot force me to serve him. He then
began to counsel me. He said that I
should address all my prayers to Jesus Christ.
A voice hissed in my face “You have taken on more than you can handle.
It is impossible.” Then I heard Brother Mark
reply “with God all things are possible.”
The voice hissed again “you shall die first.” The brother said “You shall not die. Remove death from your mind.” Then a cold fear gripped my heart as the evil
voice added “you are going home where you will be alone, then we shall see.”
I told Brother Mark that I was afraid but he
said I should not be afraid and that I should trust Jesus. But he emphasized that my total deliverance
depended on me. That frightened me the
more. He prayed with me, destroying all Satan’s
plans for accidents on the way in Jesus’ Name.
When we left it was almost after four in the evening.
It was an interesting journey. The brother who was on the wheels fought
sleep all through the journey. The car behaved very erratically but God was in
control. We stopped at a vulcanizer’s shop
and as our car left the place, I began to plead the Blood of Jesus. Immediately I saw a hand. It had a fresh cut between the thumb and the
remaining fingers. Blood was oozing out
of the wound. I felt there was something strange about this hand and so I rejected
it as been that of Christ for I was sure it was not. That would mark the beginning of the drama,
the very appalling drama that attended my deliverance and cleansing.
Shortly after this I fell into a trance; the first of
the six spiritual journeys I undertook while on that journey back to my home
from the prayer camp meeting. In the
first trance, I saw a man run over by a car.
He had sustained injuries and people were standing by the body
lamenting. I rejected it and destroyed
the satanic suggestion in Jesus’ Name.
In the second trance I was walking with two young men. One was showing me a hut in the bush. It was a solitary and lonely hut and he was
saying that that was the house his father built for him.
I understood the implication so I rejected the
offer. “Not me, my Father’s house is in Heaven
and the streets are paved with gold.” I walked away from them. Thinking that I was sleeping the brother
stopped the car and said we should pray concerning sleep.
Immediately after that I went into another
trance. We were three in a room – a
woman, a man and myself. The woman sat
on a table on which was a bag of money. The
man was offering me the money. I refused
to take it and the woman was urging me to take it. When she became too
persistent I lost my temper and told her to take the money herself.
After that, I found that we were three again in another
room. This time there was a wealthy man
in rich attire. He was pleading with
me. He offered me everything. He asked me if I wanted a house. He brought out the money, thousands of dollars,
to build the house. I maintained a tight
lip. He talked and talked but I did not
answer. That was Asmodee’s second full
appearance before me. Then I saw two
people furtively rolling away my body.
Another stood some distance away with something draped over his arm
looking at the body the two were rolling away.
I challenged
them. “You can’t do that” I said. “Yes, we can. We are taking you away”. I watched fearfully, wondering how to counter
this new threat. Then I realized that
the unsmiling one standing afar off did not look like these two and that he was
holding a part of me. I gathered courage
and spoke again.
“Look!” I said. “Don’t
you see what you have?” “What do you
mean?” replied the two men. “See, you
have only my body, my soul is not there.
Look at it”, I said, pointing at the unsmiling one standing afar off. The two looked at the unsmiling fellow, then looked
at me and fled. He was fearful to
behold. It was later I realized it was
an angel. I escaped from there.
After the last incidence, I found I was in the custody
of two men. They were trying to make me
kneel down before one of them. I
refused. I proved stubborn and they were
getting angry. I felt them tighten their
grip as I began to struggle. I was still struggling when the brother driving
called me by name. I think he felt my
struggle.
He parked the car by the road side and ordered a bottle
of mineral drink along with a cake for me. That was like my first meal for the
day. We resumed the journey in an atmosphere of slight tension. We did not as yet know how to react to the
developments. Suddenly, I began to foam
at the mouth. I was slightly
alarmed.
Brother Mark had earlier asked me where the reservoir of
my powers was so that it could be destroyed.
I confessed that whatever I had was in me. Unlike most age mates of darkness, I did not
have charm, but my flesh was so contaminated that it was a charm by
itself. In fact, I was a satanic
synagogue on legs. But I give glory to
Jesus who has cleaned me and has made me a temple of the living God.
On getting this information he said everything will be
removed and that in the process of cleansing, I will foam at the mouth. So when I started to foam I surreptitiously
wiped it off with tissue paper. But the
foaming increased and the brother asked me whether I was foaming. I answered in the affirmative with some
embarrassment.
As the foaming increased I began to undergo some
convulsions and my stomach was in turmoil.
As this was going on, I began to cough.
The coughing and the foaming continued the whole week of my deliverance. As I was foaming at the mouth and coughing I
realized that a filthy-looking spirit was standing on my heart. In justifiable anger, I cast it out in Jesus’
Name. It jumped out through my wide-open
mouth and was rapidly followed by various minor demons. After this, I was able to breathe well again. Just when I thought I was going to have a
respite from the coughing, it all came back. This time I was coughing
uncontrollably and suddenly my mouth seemed to open wide and I could not close
it; it looked like I was in a partial paralysis. I was in this position when I
felt a choking sensation in my throat. I
checked and behold a large triangular-headed big snake was emerging leisurely
from my belly. This was the first of the
Egyptian royal pythons, the symbol of the Rosicrucians, which came out from inside
my belly.
As this python was emerging form my stomach, I began to
plead the Blood of Jesus. When it got to my mouth, the snake’s head began to
swell and fit into my face. I could feel my face changing and I was aware that
if it was allowed to complete the process, it will take my head off with
it. I challenged it and resisted this
development in the Name of Jesus. After
a grim battle, it came out leaving a feeling of peace. It was not to last. After I had regained my breath, I began to
choke again. I looked and I saw another
triangular-headed snake coming out of my mouth. This was considerably smaller than the first
one. When it came out, it left something in my throat which threatened to choke
me to death.
I tried and tried, but the deposit refused to come
out. Finally, in desperation, I prayed. “Lord
Jesus I have never eaten human flesh so there is no reason why this piece of
flesh should be choking me. Please let
this leave my throat now in Jesus’ Name.”
I coughed violently and out came the piece of flesh that was stuck
inside my throat. By now I was very tired and weak, I needed to rest.
All of a sudden I felt an intense heat in my private
part. I began to plead the Blood of
Jesus. Then I felt something wedged in
my vulva. I groaned and tried to cast it
out. It resisted and I identified it as
a female spirit of prostitution.
“Well you don’t think you are going to remain in this
position forever” I said. The pain was
intense. When I commanded it to come
out, it tried to resist. It bent down,
so I just commanded it in Jesus’ name to be bound from its hand to foot and
sent to the bottomless pit in the Name of Jesus. Before it left it injected something into my
thighs. I felt a horrid sensual heaviness in my thighs. So intense was it that it left me gasping for
breath. Pleading the cleansing of the
Blood of Jesus, I felt as if I was going to urinate.
At this time when I opened my eyes, we had reached our
destination - my apartment. It was with understandable
apprehension that I waved goodbye to the Christian brothers. Before alighting
from the car, the brothers prayed and committed me into the mighty hand of God
and assured me that I will be fine. Inside my flat, I went straight to the
toilet to urinate. When trying to urinate I discharge a heavy fluid. I cleaned it out and I felt relieved in my
thighs. The foaming continued all the
while.
From the toilet, I went straight to my bedroom to
pray. I was exhausted from all the
spiritual experiences. As I tried to pray I dozed off. After some time, I woke
up and continued to pray. As I prayed, I
saw the man with the tribal marks on his face, the one the Christian Brother
was referring to earlier.
The man was looking at the remains of something that has
been destroyed. He was looking at the ruins in disgust and dismay. He was wondering who had done that
destruction. I asked him who he was. He said
he was my watchman. He angrily demanded
how I dared to allow this to happen. I
asked him where he was when the destruction was taking place if he was my
watchman. “Anyway,” I told him, “I don’t
need your services anymore. The Lord has
destroyed to build again” I bound him and cast him out in Jesus’ Name. Out he
went.
One night, a few days later, I jumped out of my bed
with the Name of Jesus on my lips. I
looked at the time. It was twelve
midnight. I heard some spirits talking
outside my apartment. The house was
heavily surrounded by these spirits. They
were furiously talking to each other. I
was very frightened but I remembered that fear in the spirit world meant
death.
I was almost mad with fear. I yelled the Name of Jesus at them. There was talk for talk. I rebuked them as furious instructions were
issued from outside. I resisted them in
the Name of Jesus. There was a lot of
confusion outside, then silence. Then I
saw a potted belied ugly creature outside giving instructions here and there while trying to gain entrance into my apartment. I resisted, pleading the Blood of Jesus and
using the Name of Jesus. My heart
started to burn, my hair also burned and I felt weak and dizzy.
In a daze, I heard the noise resume and I continued my
frantic resistance. I sat on the bed,
and suddenly the floor gave way. I
sprang up and cleansed the bed with the blood of Jesus and covered it with
the Blood. As this was going on, spirits
were fleeing from inside me while those invading were trying to gain entrance.
After some time, a young man casually climbed up to the
window ready to jump in. I rebuked and
cast out the demon. Then Ariel walked arrogantly
to the back corner of the house, lifted the roof, and tried to get in. I cast it out. I pleaded the blood of Jesus over the whole
roof. There was a heavy rush of steps on
the ceiling but they retreated as if they had been opposed there. Then there were flashes of light like
lightning from all sides. I resisted
this and any other satanic manifestation.
I didn’t think I could face this any longer. My feet began to get paralyzed as an icy
breeze seemed to blow over me. I
resisted this very weakly.
I looked at the time.
It was about fifteen minutes to three in the morning. I felt very weak and exhausted. I heard a clear warning “watch and pray for
you know not when the enemy will strike”.
Instead of watching I fell into a dead sleep. To watch for a Christian
means to pray – for those that may not be familiar with this.
Again I jumped out of bed with the Name of Jesus on my
lips. It was now three O’clock and I saw
that the spirits were preparing to rush the house. I started to plead the Blood
frantically. I pleaded the Blood over
the whole house. The pressure reduced
considerably and I began to hear a croaky, cold bleating noise. It continued for a long time. When I rebuked it, I could see a dirty ugly
looking sheep, the satanic counterpart of the Lamb that was slain. It was followed by a chimpanzee and other
frightful animals.
I laughed again and addressed the ugly sheep. “Finished”,
I said, “go back to where you come from.
No more shall you merge with me again.
The bond is broken. Now I am
steeped in the Blood of Jesus. My heart
is covered with the Blood of Jesus”.
Replying she said that she was going to the brother who took me to the
camp meeting. I said “the Lord will show
him that I did not send you. You cannot
corrupt him. He is a child of God.” She turned into a car and finally a green
frog and then returned to the water. Her
flight was accompanied by the exit of many lesser spirits, many of them wild
looking.
My bowels moved twice after this time. Any time I went to the toilet I felt the
tension in me drop lightly. Suddenly the
lanterns in my apartment began to go off.
I checked and realized that the three lanterns were empty of
kerosene. I laughed, for I had filled
them with kerosene that evening, and they were capable of burning throughout
the night and longer. Pleading the Blood
of Jesus again I filled them with kerosene and sat down to pray.
As I prayed I saw a vision of my heart. A young woman sat by it in a moody
posture. I cast it out. Another one appeared. I then realized I was dealing with the spirit
of depression. I called her and cast her
and her associates out. The heart
changed position and I saw another moody spirit sitting in another
posture. I cast her and her associates
out. A lot of them flew out. Amongst them was a spirit I recognized as the
spirit of lesbianism. As I cast them out, joy filled my heart.
My heart changed position again. This time I saw a woman of ample proportions
looking exactly like myself. She stood
suddenly by my heart; she was surrounded by a lot of maids. There was a striking resemblance between us
but she looked very evil and untamed.
She had a haughty and proud, sensual bearing. By her flared nostrils I recognized her as my
sensual spiritual counterpart, that awful demon of Mammy-water or the Mermaid
spirit which I mentioned I was associated with in part one of this book. By her
activities, we were arrested at the camp and now we were sworn enemies that
hated each other to death. I laughed
with scorn as I saw how sad and angry she looked. This was the spirit that had ruined me
physically and spiritually.
I laughed again and addressed her. “Finished” I said.
“Go back to where you come from. No more
shall you merge with me again. The bond
is broken. Now I am steeped in the Blood
of Jesus. My heart is covered with the
Blood of Jesus” Replying she said that she was going to the brother that took
me to the prayer camp meeting. I said “the
Lord will show him that I did not send you.
You cannot corrupt him. He is a true
child of God” She left and really did go to him for I saw this later in a
vision where I fought her and she turned into a car and finally a green frog before
fleeing into the sea. Her flight was also accompanied by the exit of many lesser spirits, many of them wild looking.
The bleating noise around my apartment stopped at about
4.30 a.m. and was replaced by the sound of a cat. That one stopped at about six a.m. The sounds were coming from a distance
because at around 4.15 a.m. a fence of fire suddenly sprang up around my house.
I know that God sent this to protect me. At this, the invaders retreated to a
safe distance very fast. From that
distance, they made noises and projected images.
In a last desperate attempt, they began to hurl firebrands at the
house. Assuming I was now safe I laid
down to sleep. “Lord, I prayed, the
night and the day belong to you. The
enemies have stolen the night, don’t let him take away the day. Lord, if I am really free let me see you.”
At once a figure like Jesus Christ appeared. He tried to prevent me from seeing his
eyes. His white robe was dirty and
stained and his beard was tangled. I
rebuked him and cast him away. He turned
sideways but did not leave. Then a shiny
one appeared with a shepherd’s staff. I
watched it manifest itself. His shinning
faded as I watched him and left him with ugly fat cheeks and eyes. I said, “My Jesus does not manifest Himself in
two figures therefore clear out in Jesus’ Name.” The first one left. But the second one remained there like an
Indian image. I broke it up in Jesus’
Name. The earth refused to swallow
it. Fire refused to consume it, so I
bound it, locked it, and gave the key to Christ. I fell asleep after this.
I woke up in the morning with a warning not to step
outside my room without praying. I went
into my sitting room for my quiet time.
At twelve noon I took some bread and coffee. I moved to my bedroom to pray. I pleaded the Blood of Jesus. When I began to pray I felt a deep conviction
of sin so I went into a confession. I
confessed to lies, theft, gossip, and oh, so many things. Then I asked “what shall I do now since I
want to serve Christ?” No response. “How long will it take Lord, for I am afraid
I will break under this pressure?” Asking the Lord why this was happening to me
two years plus after converting from darkness into His marvelous light, I got
this amazing information.
The two years was a period of probation. Apparently, my activities in the satanic world
had reached a climax, a stage at which my soul will be damned forever if I
continued. Before taking the next
crucial step I was arrested by God and given a very good chance of tasting of
His goodness and glory. By suspending my
powers and evil activities for two years God gave me the opportunity to enjoy
Christian Fellowship to the full, even working as a Christian with a burden for
lost souls and weaker Christians. I have
had the chance of seeing the beauty of Christ whom I had rejected for so
long. Now the period of suspension was
over and the devil was coming back into his own; so to speak. That was the explanation for my gradual drift
back to the old way of life and old ambitions.
But God is Merciful.
He will not just hand me over to hellish forces. I had had two years of experience of Christianity
as against twenty years of evil. The
choice was now mine. At this stage I
found myself standing on a road with a ‘V’ junction ahead of me. The roads ahead which branched to my left and
right respectively looked harmless and clean but I knew one of them was the
road to death and hell. My instinct told
me to take the road to the right but I remained rooted to the spot. At last, I cried out, calling upon God to help
me.
At once the vision changed. I saw my heart suspended in
the air. It was black and pierced by an
arrow. As I looked at it, my heart
began to quaver with fright. I pleaded
the Blood of Jesus as my heart began to swell as if it was about to burst. I cried out in fear as I began to plead the
Blood of Jesus. Again the vision
changed. This time I saw my heart
suspended from a huge chain. It was held
by an outstretched arm over an abyss out of which came out something like smoke. It looked as if the person holding the chain was
going to drop the heart into the yawning pit.
I pleaded with the person, pleading that he should not
carry out his threat. But as I pleaded,
the heart began to sink lower and lower into the pit. Then I saw the face of my tormentor. I recognized my former Master, Lucifer. At
this, I jumped into the attack. In the Name of Jesus, I commanded him to let go
of my heart.
Immediately I uttered the command, I saw another arrow
shoot into the heart from the top. He
said that the heart was dead. The heart
really began to shrivel. I said, “whether
dead or alive it does not belong to you, it belongs to Christ its Creator and Savior.” He did not feel happy with that as I added that
only Jesus Christ could determine the fate of my heart. So in the Name of Jesus
Christ, I commanded Lucifer to remove his chains. He did so reluctantly. “Now your arrows”, I said. Both arrows were pulled off at once. The heart then began to bleed from the
wounds, but the liquid was black. My
heart was dripping with black wetness, not blood!!! A grave despair settled on me.
Without further hope, I began to intercede for
myself. I wanted a new heart, not a
blackened one. The impossibility of my
position weighed me down. I broke down
and cried that Jesus Christ should accept the black heart. The heart remained suspended before me but it
had regained its normal size. I told the
heart to go back to its owner. It moved
slowly and traveled in an arc. On this
journey, the heart was encountered by another heart. This second heart was encircled by something
that looked like thorns, like the picture of the Sacred Heart. The two hearts stood side by side.
I did a quick mental survey of the Christian scripture
and realized that the vision was unscriptural.
I told the obstructing heart that Jesus did not promise to send His
heart to meet repentant sinners. So I
cleared it off in Jesus’ Name. The new
heart lost its brightness of once. I saw
then that what looked like thorns on the heart were not really thorns but a
chain tied around the heart. I rebuked it
in Jesus’ Name, and cast it out. My
heart resumed its journey, changing colors as it moved from stage to
stage. By the time it completed the arc
and entered my body, it was no longer black.
It was sickly red. I regained
consciousness. I felt very tired but
hopeful.
That day I retired to my bed early at about 8:30
p.m. While praying the heart in me
increased tremendously. I prayed about
it, pleading the Blood of Jesus. I
underwent violent convulsions as I prayed.
I was foaming at the mouth, very horribly. When the convulsions were over I was seized
by an intense sexual desire. I was perplexed
but I continued to plead the Blood. I
realized I was now dealing with the demons of sex. I pleaded that fire should
come down and consume these demons if they will not come out. As I prayed a scorched worm fell into my
pelvis. I continued praying and the worms continued falling there in a
heap. I bound all of them in the Name of
Jesus and cast them out.
As they went out I underwent a sexual fit. I was overwhelmed with fear and self-pity. “How did I get myself into all
this mess” I sighed to myself. The
sexual adventures had looked very harmless with an occasional unwanted
pregnancy. I never knew that I was
loading myself with all these horrible things.
I rebuked both emotions in the Name of Jesus. It was not time for fear or self-pity: it was war and I was determined to win and survive
it all. I pleaded the Blood over the
House, the grounds, and the air. I prayed
against the previous night's experience. I
slept till 11.00 p.m. when I jumped out of bed pleading the Blood of
Jesus. The whole house was surrounded by
bees. I said “Satan could not get entry,
how much less you Baalzebub”
I prayed and pleaded the Blood till the early morning hours. Many spirits came out as I prayed. By 4.30a.m. a young man stepped in through
the North window. He was carrying a desk
and a chair. He sat by the bookshelf as
if ready to take notes. I looked at the
bold youth with some perplexity. “Who
are you?” I asked. “Your Secretary” he answered. “My Secretary?” I responded. “Yes, I am a
journalist by profession.” The Youngman replied. “Well, I no longer need your services. You can go now in Jesus’ Name” I commanded. Disappointed, he left the way he had
come. I decided there and then to
discontinue the course in journalism I was undertaking.
I fell asleep and woke up at about 7.00 a.m. I woke up
with my body very hot. I was really
distressed, for I thought I was done with demons. Then I realized there was a male demon
walking about in my pelvis. I bound and
cast him out. He got stuck in my vulva
and as I pleaded the Blood of Jesus, he left. It was then I understood my
remarkable success with masturbation, an experience that almost made me take my
life twice.
After this, I knelt down to say my morning prayer. I have just started when I saw two spirits
place a ladder against my heart, preparing to climb in. “Hey, you can’t get in
there. The heart belongs to Jesus” I
shouted. “Yes, we can. We have something
there” they both replied. “Okay, but wait” I responded.
I commanded whatever property of theirs that was there
to come out in Jesus' name. A triangular-headed cobra showed its head. It was
slightly smaller than the ones I have seen before. “Take it and your ladder and go in Jesus’
Name.” I commanded. They did so immediately.
I spent the day resisting Satan, foaming at the mouth, and praying. I got burnt repeatedly, in
my heart as well as in my stomach. I
tried to do some typing but I was prevented from doing so by a violent
headache. When I prayed I realized that
my head was heavy and that it needed cleansing, including my mouth and my
lips. My lips ached as I remembered the
horrid things I had used my mouth to say.
As I confessed, my lips began to scorch.
The scalded skin took three days to peel off.
In my head were five demons. When I was going to cast them out, one of
them told me I’ll lose my intellectual excellence if I did. I would rather be in God’s kingdom with a
dull head than be a professor in hell. I
commanded them and they came out rapidly, with me foaming all the while. The foam was hot. My head felt empty and for about four days I
could not think. I refused to think
then. I realized that I may become dull
mentally but I had the confidence that God will give me enough intelligence to
carry out His work. I really thank God
because when I started writing out this testimony a greater intelligence came over
me.
The following night I had the most frightening
experience. It started immediately after my head touched the pillow; I found myself
at the bottom of a river and I was shackled.
The spirits which had taken me there were agitated. They were preparing for a meeting. They had hardly settled down when some other angry
powers snatched me from their hands at the river. They were angry because the river spirits had
failed to prevent my deliverance. The
other spirits whisked me away.
We traveled by taxi which was very full. We alighted at the junction of a major road. A
big meeting was in progress. A young woman
was my custodian. I recognized her as
the lady who had tried to enter my sitting room recently through the
window of my apartment.
When we arrived I was given a bowl of rice and vegetable
stew. I refused to eat. The earthly spirits, tired of my stubbornness
handed me over to some extraterrestrial demons. I was powerless against these. I could not bind neither could I rebuke them. I only maintained a stubborn silence and
refused to carry out their instructions.
An unseen power saved me from the dangers of that day.
When I refused to eat, one of them forced some grains into
my mouth. Using auto—suggestions they
tried to subject my will so I will swallow that. Then I realized that I was being given the
evil power of witchcraft in a desperate effort to get God to condemn me. The food got stuck in my mouth. It will neither go down nor come out. With tremendous will effort, I spat the food
on the face of the demon facing me. I then prayed that the explosive force in
the Holy Spirit will scatter that group at the riverbed. There was a loud sound and the riverbed
went up as if a bomb had detonated on it. In Jesus' Name, I commanded the group
at the junction to disband. I prayed for
the destruction of the place and that no group should ever meet there
again. The young woman got stranded as
she refused to go! She stood there for
three days and took off on the third day.
After this, I suddenly found myself attired in
traditional garb and carrying a bottle of wine and a bottle of palm oil. I was walking behind a woman who also carried
something. When we arrived at what
appeared to be our destination, the woman presented what she was carrying to
the king who was standing in a ring. The
ground was covered with rich carpets, a damask, and velvet. There were comfortable armchairs set for
the King and the Queen. He was, however,
the only one in the ring. I walked up to
him and gave him the two bottles. He
bade me sit by him. He was glorifying
himself upon his acquisition of a bride.
He said the purpose of the restive meeting was the marriage of the
king. He then poured me a cup of wine.
“I do not take wine,” I said. He laughed and poured the wine on the rice
and stew he was eating. He sat on the
rich Turkish mat and said I should join him in eating. I refused and stood there like a fool. He then
directed me to sit on one of the luxury chairs.
I walked up to it helplessly. I
was confused and lost. Just as I was
about to sit I caught a flash of thought “God is watching you”. I turned around and saw a group of young men
sitting in a ring. They appeared like
strangers for they were the only ones seated.
The thought was flashed by their leader.
That was my first experience of a Christian invasion of the dark
world.
As I looked at the leader, another “God is watching you”
flash came. “This is a moment of
decision. We are all witnesses!” came
further thoughts of flashes. That broke the hypnotic spell on me. I was perplexed but I did not sit on the
chair. I stood by the chair defiantly,
as if ready to take the consequences of my refusal to sit. I woke up in great surprise, pleading the
Blood of Jesus Christ.
I was still lying on my bed and feeling sleepy. Suddenly I found myself in a group of
four. We were standing around a small
platform. My companions were shining
like pure gold. The leader had golden
hair and long facial marks. He was
holding an exquisitely worked tiny box of gold and wood. It glittered like the rest of the
people. He bowed towards me as he held
out the box.
I took the situation in and tried to understand. Then I remembered. The Good Book says “he who overcomes shall
have a crown of life.” But that was no
crown being offered me. It was a
treasure box, WEALTH!! That was Mammon
trying to buy me with fabulous wealth!!!.
I stepped back and called down the fire of the Holy Spirit. Before the invocation could finish the powers
melted away like shadows. When I woke up
I felt like someone returning from a long weary journey. I was shocked at the depth of my spiritual
involvement. It was 7.00 a.m.
I prayed and laid down again for I felt so weak to get
up from the bed. Immediately I heard a
soft voice in front of me “Victoria, which group do you belong to?” “The Alpha and Omega group” I replied without
thinking. The reply jolted me. It meant that I had belonged to the premier
spiritual group to which belonged all agents of Lucifer in high places.
At 10.00 a.m. I
tried to pray. As I knelt down I began
to plead the Blood. I saw a river of
blood cascading toward me. The river
reached my knees and congealed. Fake
blood of course! Then a rain of blood
began to fall but the blood was pink. I
looked up and saw that the pink liquid was being poured from a polythene
bag. I rejected it and it stopped. I prayed, and then I saw my heart. On it was a bottle of wine. The previous day two bottles of beer were
removed from me, the spirit of alcohol.
This one was the demon of merriment and party. Immediately they left, another bottle came
followed by various foods. The spirit
of gluttony was cast out at once. Two
figures appeared. One claiming to be Jesus
tried to appropriate my prayers. I
ignored them and pleaded the Blood of Jesus.
They faded away. I felt lighter
and happier.
I retired at 11.00 p.m.
I was sleeping lightly when I heard two voices praying outside my window;
they were calling on their god to do something I could not understand clearly. It was just behind the window by which I was
sleeping, so I silently listened.
Arguing, they moved to the front of the house. One said things could be done his way for he
was no child. I suddenly realized that
they had been reciting incantations. I
pleaded the Blood of Jesus. Immediately
they went away. I banned them from ever returning. The night was horrible. There was a lot of wailing and shouting. I got out of bed and prayed. I saw small messenger spirits constructing a
pen. I challenged them and destroyed the
pen in Jesus’ Name. Their business was
really not with me. The pen was being
constructed for my neighbor’s wife. When
I pleaded the Blood I was attacked by paralysis. The left side of my body got paralysis. But it could not stay. The area started burning. I resisted, pleading the Blood till 12.20
a.m. When the heat left, a cold draught
of air played around my feet till 2.00 a.m., when I decided to go to bed.
Later I went out to ascertain the cause of the
walling. I found the person who had
recited the incantations sitting in my neighbor’s sitting room. He had confessed to the woman he had come to
do evil against, that he was a person who operated between 12.00 midnight and
3.00 a.m. The woman was staring at him
in amazement. Every child in the house
was sick and one had been rushed to the hospital and put on a drip. The man was arrested spiritually. He tried to get involved in the interview I
was conducting after I was told that he created the night’s disturbance. I did not allow him. I went to pray with the mother of the
hospitalized child. She had been crying,
for the healthy child had been struck down suddenly. I assured her that the child will be brought
back in an hour’s time. Praise God it
was so. Then I returned to my sitting
room and prayed that the evil man should not visit my neighbors again. Thank God,
for he has not been back since then.
For the next two days after the above incident, I was
spiritually attacked regularly. I hardly
slept, and I was repeatedly asked to watch and pray. On the third day, I retired at 3.30 p.m. I
dreamt that I was on a mortuary slab with bodies. I was chained to another body. I woke up and found an unearthly body beside
me, handcuffed to me. I began to scream
and struggle to break free. Then I
remembered the Blood of Jesus. I pleaded
the Blood and woke up to see my cousin who had come on holiday alarmed.
Earlier on before the incident described above, I was
praying with a visiting Christian sister at about 2.00 p.m. in the afternoon when
I went into a trance. In that state, I saw a wall separating dry land from
water. On the wall sat a small statue,
a small representation of the Buddha.
At the same time I was hearing these words “you cannot afford to fall on
either side else you will die.” I replied “you can’t expect me to sit on the
fence” The image moved from the middle of the wall to one end. There was dry land either way. I commanded the statue to fall and break in
Jesus' Name. It fell and was
shattered. I opened my eyes praising
God. The prayer was still going on so I
closed my eyes. Again the vision came
back. The wall stood there. I prayed it should be destroyed in Jesus'
Name. It started crumbling. It fell flat on the ground. I commanded that the
heap of sand should collect and fill the waterhole
A few days later, I attended a church service held to
welcome back a Reverend who was away for some time. At the ceremony ground, my
heart was locked up. I felt unhappy and
dejected. I had a horrible time the whole evening. Later when I went to visit my brother at 7.00
p.m., I could not pray. Finally, I was
able to cry out in anguish calling upon Jesus Christ for help. He opened my eyes to see that the anguish was
not caused by Him. He impressed it on me
that I needed to be faithful. Then he
showed me an uncompleted building and asked a few questions which revealed my
impatience, anxiety, and unbelief. I
repented and prayed and light flooded my soul.
I burst into praise and thanksgiving. After this day, I was free from all
the troubles that have plagued me these past weeks.
The above is the total account of my deliverance from
the clutches of darkness and transformation into the marvelous light of
Jehovah. Now I am free to serve the Lord and I will do so all the days of my
life. Praise the Lord of my soul and let the living praise the Lord.
Oh, what a relief from the despair of sin and its
wretchedness. Praise God, I am free to
serve and love God my King, my Savoir.
For you that has read the whole story (part one and
two), I want to say a big congratulations to you. If you have not read the two
parts of the story, I ask you to please get the other part and complete the
reading for the benefit of your soul.
Now if you have read the whole story, I know that
sometimes it looked like some strange fiction. No, it is not fiction! It is a
true story of what goes on in the astral world
- a world that is as real as our own world but known only to a few. It
is the powers of darkness that the bible talks about.
We should all try to avoid the devil for the end is
always disastrous and non beneficial. If you are currently involved with the
devil in any form (example – you belong to a secret sect or occult society)
please run away from there and surrender your life to Jesus Christ by declaring
and dedicating your life to Him.
It is really easy to do this. See below for the way
to dedicate your life to Jesus Christ.
DECISION TO
FOLLOW JESUS – PRAYER FOR YOUR SOUL.
Make
this declaration today. It could be anywhere you are right now, in your house,
car or roadside. Say aloud the words
below!
Jesus,
I believe that you truly died on the cross of Calvary for my sake and rose from
the dead on the third day. Please forgive me all my sins. I acknowledge
that I am a sinner. Forgive me and I promise to sin no more. Wash me with your
blood that was shed on the cross of Calvary.
Dear
Jesus, write my name in the book of life and let me be counted amongst the ones
you died for. Now sin has no power over me anymore. I promise to live and serve
you all the days of my life.
From
today be my Lord and Savior in Jesus name I pray, Amen.
Confess:
I am born again! Praise the Lord.
Congratulations
if you have said the above prayer. You are now born again. Start reading the
Bible, pray daily and believe that Jesus is listening. Look for a bible
believing church near you and contact the pastor there. Tell him or her that
you want to follow Jesus Christ and the pastor will direct you. Identify with
that church, become a member and your life will never be the same again.
Thank
you for reading this story. I believe that you have benefited immensely from it
and that your life will never be the same again. God bless and deliver you from
the traps of this world. You will see Jesus some day. Amen.
Thanks
to all the people who helped in preparing the book for the benefit of mankind.
Thank you so much.
Hope to see everyone who read this book and
those that had a hand in the preparation, in the New Jerusalem someday. Remain
blessed and do not slumber even for once. Jesus is coming soon.
Shalom!
Also please see the picture below.
Thank you so much for reading my book. I hope you really
liked it.
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purchase a book.
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your feedback?
60 seconds of your valuable time is all I’m asking for, and it would mean the
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Thank you so much,
Rev.
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