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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Introduction: Don't Reject God's Gift

I Had Sex With Rucifer

Face To Face With Jesus

The Bible gave me Answers to Questions in the Quran

Jesus Wore A Lab Coat To Perform Surgery

Introduction

Don't Reject God's Gift

"For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God"( Rom 3:23). "For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord."( Rom 6:23). "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God"(John 3:16-18).

I read about an unusual incident that happened in the time when Andrew Jackson was the President of the United States of America. A man named George Wilson, along with an accomplice, killed a government employee in the process of robbing the US Mail in 1829. Upon his conviction Wilson was sentenced to be hanged.

In 1830, President Jackson issued a pardon for Wilson. The curious thing was that Wilson rejected the pardon. Unsure how to proceed in this matter, the government took the case to the Supreme Court. After deliberation, the Court's decision was written by Chief Justice John Marshall. Here's a quote: "A pardon is a slip of paper, the value of which is determined by the acceptance of the person to be pardoned. If it is refused, it is no pardon. George Wilson must be hanged." And Wilson was hanged.

That incident is like the offer of pardon that is made to all sinners through the death of Jesus Christ on the cross, and his resurrection. The fact that pardon was offered freely, does not ensure the salvation of one's soul. That pardon must be accepted, or the ultimate and eternal punishment must be administered.

I read another incident again in a tract published by Faith Publishing House about a young man who lived in the western states. He had never done anything very wrong. But one day he was playing a game of cards and he lost his temper. Picking up a revolver, he shot his opponent and killed him. He was arrested and tried. Finally he was sentenced to hang. But because of the wonderful life he had lived previously, his relatives and friends prepared a petition for him. It seemed as though everyone wanted to sign it. Before long other towns and villages heard about it, and people all over the state eagerly signed the petition. At last it was taken to the governor, who happened to be a Christian, and tears came to his eyes as he looked at the large baskets filled with petitions.

He decided to pardon the young man and so, writing out the pardon, he put it in his pocket, and then, dressed in the garb of a clergyman, he made his way to the prison. As he approached the death cell, the young man sprang to the bars. "Get out of here!" he cried. "I don't want to see you. I have had seven of your kind already. I had enough religion at home." "But," said the governor, "wait a moment, young man. I have something for you. Let me talk to you." "Listen," exclaimed the young man in anger, "if you don't get out of here at once, I'll call the guard and have you put out." "But, young man," exclaimed the governor, "I have news for you, the very best. Won't you let me tell you about it?" "You heard what I said," responded the young man, "and if you don't leave immediately, I'll call the warden." "Very well," replied the governor, and with a sad heart he turned away and left.

In a few moments the warden came near. "Well, young m; n," he said, "I see you have had a visit from the governor." "What!" cried the young man. "Was that man dressed in the garb of a clergyman the governor?"

"He was," replied the warden, "and he had a pardon in his pocket for you, but you wouldn't even listen to him." "Get me a pen, get me ink, get me paper," cried the young man. And sitting down he wrote, "Dear Governor, I owe you an apology. I am sorry for the way I treated you..." The governor received the letter, turned it over, and wrote on the back, "No longer interested in this case."

The day came for the young man to die. "Is there anything you want to say before you die?" he was asked. "Yes," the young man said. "Tell the young men of America that I am not dying because I am a murderer. The governor pardoned me. I could have lived. Tell them," he continued, "that I am dying because I did not accept the governor's pardon."

My dear, if you are lost, it will be because you will not accept the gift of pardon that God offers you through His Son. For if you refuse Jesus Christ, what can God do? You are turning down your one and only hope of salvation. "He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God" ( John 3:18). That, is the reason you are condemned. You will never die because you are a murderer, for God can forgive murderers. You will never perish because you are a drunkard, a thief, or an adulterer and fornicator. God can forgive drunkards, thieves, fornicator and adulterers. But there is one sin that even God Himself cannot forgive, and that is the rejection of His Son.

Are you rejecting God's gift of pardon or you are accepting it? The choice is yours to make today. Today Jesus offers to you a complete pardon and eternal life. Receive Him now and be saved from spending your eternity in Hell. Tell Him right now that you need Him and want His complete forgiveness and that you want Him to take full control of your life.

Accept the pardon of the Lord Jesus Christ today and you will be saved.

"Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.  
In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know." (John 14:1-4 KJV).

Recent revelations prove that, that place had been prepared already. The revelations compiled in this edition can't be ordinary imagination.

For you to seek God and find Him is my earnest desire for this write up. And the only one prerequisite for finding God is to seek Him wholeheartedly. Your earnest spiritual quest always brings the reward of finding God and receiving His blessings.

I pray that as you read the Holy Spirit will minister to you and you will become a better child of God ready for the rapture.

God be with you.

Onyechuku Aghawenu PhD.

I Had Sex With Rucifer

By Victoria Eto

I was born of a powerful, renowned traditional healer from Iyede/Olomoro. My mother is a determined but gentle woman from Enhwa. I gave up in Tamale and Bawku in Northern Ghana. I had my primary school education in Sabon Zongo Primary School, Bawku and attended Middle School in the then Abane Girls' Middle School, Kusanaba. When I reached form, three passed the Common Entrance Examination to Secondary School, Tamale. Upon completing the five-year course I went to Mfanstiman Girls' Secondary School. Saltpond, to do a sixth form course. After sixth I went to the University of Cape Coast where I graduated with a second upper division in Education/Honours. I lectured for one year in the University after which I returned home in answer to the call of God. On returning home I was sent to Kwara state on National Service. Since then I have been teaching in various school in Bendel State (Now Dela State).

My father strongly desired a baby boy when I was conceived but he got a girl instead. Undaunted by the disappointment he carried out his plans for a baby boy on me. This plan was to train the child to be a repository of all the spiritual power and herbal knowledge at his command. So intensive was this training and so responsive was I that by the time I was sixteen I was drawing abreast of him and by the time I was twenty-five I had gone far ahead of him, but by then he was long dead. Some of the things you will read about in this account are bizarre. This is because, for purposes that glorify His Name the Lord opened my eyes to see everything that happened during my deliverance. I was and understand all the demons that left my body, and knew all the places that I was carried to during the period.

You may be skeptical about what you read here, but that does not detract from the truth of it. My purpose for making public these rather painful facts about my life is to acquaint you who are fence-sitting or actively involved for satan, with the danger of your position so that you can retrench and he delivered by Jesus, to whom belong all deliverance, Psalm 3:8. To the Christian this account is aimed at letting you know some of the issues involved in the war we are fighting. Above all this account is to reveal to the reader the glory of God and the unlimited power in the Blood of Jesus, and His Name. In your skeptism you may attribute this account to a crazy or overheated imagination. But I want to assure you that I am balanced and have no cause to doubt my sanity. Apart from the fact that I am a graduate of an academically renowned university, I have read extensively and can hold intelligent discourse on any subject under the sun. My intelligence Quotient, though not extra-ordinary, is far above average. In my work and in my society, no one had had cause to doubt my inte qrity or sense of proportion. I was know as a dare-devil for twenty years. In Secondary School . it was just my high performance in academics that prevented me from being expelled. By the time I left the university my name and person were respected wherever sin and evil were perpetuated, but my name stank in the fellowship of any Christian group. All facts contained here are verifiable.

As you read this testimony, view yourself in the right perspective and open your heart to God. God desires you to have complete liberation so you can live a really fruitful life here and enjoy eternity with Him. Have the spiritual eyes of your understanding opened so that you many knew and believe that Jesus Christ is Lord, and in believing have life in His Name.

All queries, questions and inquiries should be addressed to Shallom Christian Mission NIC P. O. Box 1089 Warri, Bendel - State. Vickie Ozoro June 19, 1981.

Alive but Spiritually Dead

"...DEAD IN TRESPASSES AND SINS" Ephesians 2:1

I started quite young: Born into a strongly occultic family, I grew up with a firm conviction that life consisted in a struggle for survival on both the physical and psychic planes. The spirituality strong could manipulate the physical world to suit their own ends; I was brought up to be spiritually strong, powerful in the physical and psychic realms.

At five I was initiated into the beginning of the various spiritual contacts which I maintained till my deliverance. Some of the spiritual contacts made at that time were:

a. Mammy - Water 1: This demon-contact was made before my birth. My mother did not have it easy having children when she got married. But one day when she was returning from a market in the present Asente Region of Ghana, she was confronted with a robust woman, whom she says I resemble greatly. The woman appeared to know her for she accompanied my mother home and after a pleasant period of visiting told my mother confidently that she will have a baby girl. When my mother was seeing her off, she just disappeared and left her. On being told of the incident my father replied confidently that that was Mammy-Water, his spirit wife. When I was born I was introduced to her quite early and though I never had to call on her personally, so strong was our attachment through the Ogbanje. Spirit that later in life my identity was completely submerged in hers. When I started astral-travelling, she possessed me fully so I could use her spirit as if it were mine and she could use my body as if it were hers.

b. Baalzebub-3: I was introduced to Baalzebub in two ways:

1. As an agent of Baalzebub, Mammy-Water gave me white witchcraft. Some human agents later tried to give me black witchcraft but I resisted it. Every person possessed with water spirit has one or both forms of witchcraft.

2. I used to conduct regular excursions to the gave-yard where I learnt necromancy quite early. Without the spirit of white witchcraft in me this practice could have automatically turned me into a black witch.

My activities in the graveyard made me a clairvoyant and increased my power of smell and feeling to an uncanny level.

c. Asmodee 4: I was a late developer and my father, anxious about the academic career he envisaged for me, made frantic efforts to improve my academic performance when later I started school. Included in his efforts was a preparation to enable me finish school without getting pregnant. This scheme attracted Asmodee's attention. At seven this demon began to have sex with me when I slept at night. It was like a dream but it was real demonic contact. With those nocturnal pollutions in voye urism and tactile perversions. At nine I became a full lesbian,

At seven I was introduced to Asteroth 5 and Baal 6 I learnt how to invoke the traditional gods and ancestors while pouring libation I began to undergo strong psychic training in preparation to become a priestess of Zaga 7 and Anie 8. At eleven I could easily get possessed during family juju worship, sleze any sacrificial fowl, wring off the neck and drink the blood sun-light from the bird. At the time of my deliverance I was beginning to get curious about human blood but I had not began to investigate it. By this time my eyes, ears, nose and skin had acquired such extra-sensory powers and my mouth such authority that I learnt not to speak carelessly. Io also leant to hold anger in check for. It could have disastrous effects on both planes.

When I was eleven I entered into marriage contract and business partnership with Asmodee 9. This is how it all happened. I wanted academic success but whenever I slept I dreamt of only men, most of the time I will find myself being sexed in dreams. That did not augur well for my academic ambition so I went to a Muslim diviner, casting my horoscope the medium told me that there will be a lot of men in my life, but that I could complete my schooling if I wanted. He then performed some ceremonies and rituals and gave me something to bath with. After a few weeks a man tried to seduce me. After a desperate struggle the man confessed that though I was resisting at the time I had the sex thing in my blood and that after my first sexual experience there will be no checking me. Some years later I discovered the fatal truth in this remark. That was the contract. The terms were that I will get the best of academic training scoring distinction all the way till I reached the level I wanted, but I was to go into partnership with the demon of Asmodee. The result was that:

1. I grew to be a sex weapon, used by the powers to drag men into demonic bondage. The combination of spiritual and physical sex broke down my sex horizons and I became a sex respectable socio-economic setting.

2. I will not settle down with one man.

3. As I grew more physically attuned to Asmodee he put at my command not less than one thousand demons, captained by a world ruler, Ariel 10. My task was to swell the ranks of the satanic forces with my captives and 'convert'.

4. I was also given the title of Conutess Bella of Shanton. My province was in Spain so most of my spiritual activities took place outside Africa. 11

The effect of these spiritual activities was that I became a sweet tempered innocent looking child. Only the men who knew me knew what I was but none could say it. By the time I was fifteen my father was finding it difficult to satisfy my spiritual curiosity. Seeing that there was no one in West Africa to whom he could refer me for higher training he advised me to contact one of the major international lodges. After a careful study of the lodges we agree on Amorc so I applied and was taken. I began to receive lessons when I was seventeen. By the time I was eighteen I had began to understand what I was studying.

My progress along the path was rapid. Realizing the great spiritual potential that was in me the Master gave me all the encouragement they could. By December, 1976 I was finishing the Seventh Temple Degree and preparing for initiation into the eight. I had with me materials for the Ninth Degree but I had not read them. The accumulation of materials was caused by my degree exams and the teaching practice work. But after the exams I was catching up fast. By this time too I could contact any part of the physical and spiritual worlds from any spot on the earth at anytime. I felt very satisfied. My progress in occultism, par scientific and metaphysical studies was very satisfactory. I was intellectually and comically attuned, socially and financially balance. I had vast resources of power both internal and external, at my command. I felt good. My extreme confidence stemmed from a fresh contract concluded in early 1976, about which I shall write later on.

In October 1976 I had an invitation from San Jose to begin the series of studies which will qualify me to be an adept. I accepted and sent off the first installments of my fees promptly. The first lessons came just as promptly. In January 1977 I received the invitation to prepare for initiation in the sarcophagus in Egypt in the next season. I started the preparation in earnest. That same time I began to make consultations about having a place in the vault at San Jose. In all, 1976 was the year in which I made the most progress in psychic and cosmic investigation. Two years before then I made a major a major excursion into all the world religions. Early 1976 I came to conclusion that they were basically the same that there was not much difference between them all.

After making a synopsis philosophy of religion derived from philosophical Weism but based on conscience innate goodness, terms common to lodge members. Though I did not admire Rousseau I preferred his philosophy which credited every human being with a basically good nature and accused society of perverting the individual with its chains of dos and dons. Thus all my life was geared toward casting off the chains of society, reforming it and help to create a new social order. My guiding was, My Conscience is My God. In my scheme of things there was no place for weakness. Only the brave and the strong could inherit the world. You see, at the heart of every sincere Rosicrucian is a desire for a better cosmic system. It is improvement that the lodge promises that is why it is such a lucrative business. In my search for that improvement, what the skeptics call an Utopia, I went far. But I did not get I. It was only after I met Jesus that I was introduced to, and became a partaker and possessor of the perfect and peaceful cosmic system the Kingdom of God. 12

1976 also saw me at the pinnacle of satanic power, in 1974/75 I dabbled in student politics. My huge success as a student politician went to my head and fired in me the ambition to go into politics. After examining myself I felt I should and that it would take eight years from whenever I start to become head of State. When I brought the matter to my colleagues they said I could never become head of State of Nigeria. That strengthened my determination my determination so I consulted my invisible colleagues and they advised me to a get into touch with Lucifer himself. I was referred to a Muslim contact, for seven days. For seven nights I recited the incantation and slept in nude. On the seventh night Lucifer came. Looking very fierce and scow3ling he asked. "What do you want?" "Power" "What for?" "You have it?" "Yes but can I become the President of Nigeria?" He was silent for some times. "It is possible but very expensive."

"I will pay". Silence. He got into the bad. "IT is very expensive." "I can pay", when the time come. "All right. It is granted. You will pay the price when the time come. Meanwhile we are friends."

The internal contract was concluded with sex. After that Lucifer became my lover. Before he left that night he increased the number of demons under my control to five thousand and conferred on me the title and privilege of Princess Bella of Spain. 13.

From that time onward my sex life took a drastic turn for the worst. I became insatiable I was always under sexual pressure and none of my numerous lovers could satisfy me. I increased my number of lesbian friends. I developed complex methods of masturbation. But all these did not help me. Finally I got used to the situation and I settled down to squeeze what pleasure I could from life.

1978, the year of greatest spiritual advancement was also the year that the evil machinery of my body grounded to a halt. In October I found to my greatest annoyance that I was pregnant again. I hated it each time I had an abortion so I tried to avoid the nasty situation. But there was I pregnant. Early December I walked casually into a hospital and had an abortion. The next day I was alright. No problem, no complication, but that abortion nearly cost me my life.

On December 28th I began to get urgent death messages. The house in which I lodged was heavily surrounded by demons over which I had no control. For three days I tried to find out why the demonic invasion but I got no response. The predator spirit just hung around, keeping clear of me but waiting. At 12.00 midnight, on 31st December, death sticks.

Awake O Sleeper and arise from Dead and Christ shall give you Light. Ephesians 5:14.

For three nights, that is from 28th December, 1976. I had a recurrent vision. Immediately I retired to bed at 11.00 p.m. I was a vampire bat with bared fangs flying for my throat. The purpose of it was to turn me into a blood-sucking agent. I resisted stoutly, for in spite of all my engagement with the evil one I still prided myself on the fact that I had not degenerated into a blood-sucking agent. I fought off the vampire with my fists and slept face downwards and spiritually alert. On the 31st there was no vampire but just five minutes before midnight I got the message that I was going to die. I asked for a paper and wrote a poem with instruction requesting that I should be cremated and not be buried in the ground. Immediately my companion read the poem he turned to me and then raised an alarm. Thus began the battle for my life.

It was a night of agony. At about 9.00 a.m., one of my colleagues', Dr. Dogbe, gave me his car to take me to the university hospital. It was the New Year day and there were no doctors. I was given a sedative and I went back home to undergo massages. By the third day I could resume my yoga exercise. I went to have a shower. I suddenly felt dizzy. A mental check of my system revealed that something terrible was going to happen. I hurried back my room, calling one of my friends as I went. By the time she arrived I was almost out cold. The ambulance screamed in and I was rushed to the university hospital. A doctor was sent for. My doctor was on leave so a Christian gentleman Dr. Robertson, came. He looked at me and asked what was wrong. After I had listed my complaints, he asked me if I had just an abortion. 'Yes', I replied. Oh I will never forget the look of horror and condemnation he gave me as he exclaimed, 'you murdered an innocent child'.

I was not feeling good about it either. It was, strangely enough the only abortion I underwent reluctantly. Well, it nearly cost me my life for everybody began to assume that I was suffering from complications arising from the abortion.

The doctor was going out of the room, in disgust, I believe, when I went into another faint, he rushed back and I faintly heard him ask my blood group. I whispered 'O' positive and passed out. When I came to see blood and drip bottles attached to my body, I was admitted to the hospital and given treatment for acute anemia and severe pelvic peritonitis. By the tenth I was well and garrulous again. One the morning of the eleventh I washed my things in preparation to argue myself out of the hospital.

I was lecturing second year history students at the time and their work was suffering. As I pushed the comb through my hair I felt dizzy. I fainted with my finger on the bell. I was just coming round when I heard the Christian doctor say in frustration 'there is nothing I can do her again', I opened my eyes and looked straight into his eyes. I read from his eyes that my condition was hopeless.

Looking at me critically, he asked, "do you want another doctor to handle you?" 'Yes, send for Dr. Mends', I replied. The doctor was sent for. He arrived in a hurry and was applied by my condition. He requested for a rapid transfer to the general hospital. In that fast journey from the university hospital to the general hospital, I had my first experience of hell before I ever heard the details about it.

While the nurses were busy arranging and re-arranging the blood and drip containers attached to my body, I fell into something like a trance. All the pains ceased. Instead I found myself looking at something like a television set. I recognized the film I was seeing as an orderly presentation of my life history. A running commentary accompanied it. My life as I saw it from that film was full of bleakness and despair. All the glamour had been robbed off it. At the end of the show, a Voice said, 'I gave you a magnificent brain, I gave you every thing but you used it to dishonor me. There is nothing more'.

Suddenly, I was face to face with an inferno. The red flames burned with a deathly silence. Over the flames was absolute darkness. It was so dark so lonely and so frightful, a dark fire. The red tongues of the flames were just before me and I was going towards them. I reached them and just as I was about to take the last step I screamed and began to struggle. The nurses and the men in the ambulance held me down while they whispered that we were almost there. I continued to scream and struggle. It was not pains, it was abject terror evoked by that unearthly atmosphere.

I was painfully installed in a bed in the hospital. I was examined by Dr. Mends and some gynecologists. From the snatches of conversation that reached me, I gathered that my situation was desperate. But I never knew how desperate. When they left an elderly nurse came to take vital information from me. After writing sown my name and every type of information which left me in no doubt the doctors' findings, she asked if there was nothing in particular I wanted done for me. I said I was a Catholic and that she should get me a Catholic priest. She sighed with audible relief. The very Reverend Francis B. Ocran, who was then visiting a patient, was called. He asked if I had something to say. By then I was no longer afraid. Gloomy despair had settled in.

'Father', I said. 'I am going to die and I am going to hell, I now know there is hell. I have seen it. Look, Father, I have wasted my life and don't want others to follow the wretched path I have taken. When I die, warn others'.

He tried to comfort and reassure me but I stopped him with an impatient, 'there is nothing you can do for me' he solemnly administered Extreme Unction and left. (I later learnt that this priest spent three days on his knees interceding for me).

I was conscious most of the days that followed but a quiet despair had settled on me. I just waited with bitterness for the end. There was no one to turn to. The murderous headache that prevailed upon me prevented me from contacting my associate through meditation and when they visited me we could not communicate. I was alone. The first time I fainted in the hospital a team of doctors came to examine me. When I came round I heard them discussing and arguing. They could not agree on a diagnosis. They all, how ever, agreed that I should have been dead by then, and that my continued survival was surprising. My doctor and his colleague made me as comfortable as possible and we all started to wait. I started tidying up my worldly affairs. I wrote down instructions on my burial, about the disposal of my prodigious library and the return of my little cousin to Nigeria. I wrote two letters, one to my mother and one to my uncle. These were to be posted after my death. In fact, I concluded everything and settled down to die. By the 18th we were tired of waiting, including myself. My life had become a painful burden to me and the nurses. (I learnt later that at this stage of the illness a prayer request was sent to members of fellowship concerning me. I also learnt that a Christian lady prayed in the university chapel for three days interceding on my behalf. I didn't know all these at the time and if I and if I had known, it would have made little meaning to me).

On that day the medical officers, after a heated debate. Agreed that I should be operated upon to determine what was wrong. The general fear, however, was that, I will not survive the operation. I welcomed the decision. It was better than lying in helpless agony waiting for a death that was eluding me.

On the night of the eighteenth, I fainted for the last time. My body rejected the blood and the drip. In alarm, the nurses sent for the doctor. In that faint I had another strange experience. I saw a beautiful black sub-marine vessel. It had floundered and was drifting uselessly along.

'On', I exclaimed 'this beautiful sub is destroyed'. A voice immediately answered, 'I made it and I can replace it with a brand new one' as I looked a very similar sub descended from the sky and settled on the destroyed one. The floundered sub sank beneath the waves, and the new sub prepared to go on its usual rounds. I came rounds. Suddenly and discovered Dr. Mends paring anxiously into my face. It was midnight.

'Dr', I exclaimed, 'I shall not die but I shall live' we shall have the operation', I added. 'It depends on you. We shall have it if you don't faint again between new and the twenty-first. You need to remain strong.' 'I shall not faint again, 'I promised. I never did again. The following morning another doctor made me take a cup of oval tine. It was my second meal since the first of the month. I was made to take another cup on the twentieth.

The operation was carried out under a dark clod. There was a lot of anxiety for the case had been widely published by that date? A heavy air of forbidden hung over the hospital as I was taken away to the theatre. I learnt that it was a terrible battle but I survived it. The operation revealed that I had atopic and that it had ruptured on the first of January. So for twenty-one days all the blood in my body was pouring into my abdominal cavity. All the blood transfused into my body was going the same way. I had survived an impossible situation. Under the circumstances I should not be alive after the third day. But I had lived for twenty-one days, dangling between life and death. It was a miracle which even the ungodly, including myself, had to appreciate. After the operation, I came round rather rapidly. In all sixteen and half pints of blood, and eleven paints of drip were transfused into body.

One would expect me to rejoice after all what I had been through. I had survived and I enjoyed living after all, but there was no trace of joy in me. I started to take stock of my situation, the humiliating experience of being confined to bed while others helped me when I wanted to pass faeces or urine broke my morale. I felt ashamed of myself. The inability of Amorc to help me and the absolute silence of Asmodee and Lucifer left me confused. In fact my world was shattered by the experience and I felt I could not pick up the fragments and begin to live again. What discouraged me most was the fresh wound that runs from my navel down the whole length of my lower abdomen. As someone who took pride in what my body could give a man, I could not accept an ugly abdominal scar. I felt I'd rather die than live with it. Above all I felt resentful towards God because I felt He was having His own back on me for the abortions I had undergone. Thrown into deep despair and overwhelmed by a great sense of guilt I decided to end the miserable existence with a dose of antibiotics, I laid immobile with my hands on the wound for three days, hating it and waiting for a chance to get a bottle of antibiotics.

On the third day, day, Dr. Robertson came. Of all the people I did not want to see he was number one. 'Well' he said, 'how are you?' 'Fine Sir. Thanks for everything doctor.' 'Did they tell you what they saw? 'Yes Sir. He counted them. 'A dead fetus, a ruptured fallopian tube and lots of good and bad blood.' I said nothing.

'Well, you didn't kill the child after all.' I remained silent. He waited. Finally I hissed, 'It doesn't make any difference doctor.' 'Why?

'Because I killed it all the same. If it had been in the womb it would have been destroyed. I have paid to destroy innocent babies. Now nature is having its own back. When I was in pain I had doctors to attend to me, but the kids stood no chance. I am guilty, doctor.'

He walked around the bed and sat where I could see him. He picked a Gideon Bible from the drawer and began to talk of sin and forgiveness. (I had not even realized that there was Bible so close by). A lot of what he said sounded cranky to me but one point registered; 'if we confess our sins he is faithful and just to forgive all our sins...... 'All' 'Yes, All'.

I laughed scornfully. 'Doctor, you can't mean what you are saying. All my sins? The idea sounded preposterous. The doctor couldn't possibly know the weight of my sins that was why he is saying that. But he was insistent and he went on to tell me of a murderer with a main for killing children in the most horrible ways. He claimed that the murderer had been forgiven.

'If God forgive me all, why did he have to brand me? I have a scar which runs all the way down my lower abdomen, a perpetual reminder of a squandered existence. God cannot forgive me for He given me that mark of Cain.

Not of Cain, He replied, 'but of a new birth. Consider it as a mark of a new life, a separation for the former from the new self.' I sighed with weakness. I was tired and I just wanted to die.

'Listen', he said, 'you have been a very dynamic young; woman. Since you were born have you ever sat down to consider your end for even a day? You've been busy living, with no thought for God. Now God has rendered you powerless for almost a month. You've been made inactive; separated from your friends, your books, your work alone; face to face with yourself. You've had time to think to see yourself as you really are. God has spared your life for a purpose, for Himself. The choice is before you. You can reject the offer of salvation and the grave is still there before you. You accept it and live' that this was true, my heart acknowledged. But I remained speechless. He bowed down his head and prayed. There were tears in my heart but I could not shed them because as a stoic I regarded tears as a sign of weakness.

That evening, Dr. Robertson sent me some Christian literature. There was a novel, NOT MY WILL and three tiny booklets 'JOURNEY INTO LIFE' 'THE WAY AHEAD 'DIRECTIONS' BY NORAMAN WARREN. I read the novel and was deeply touched by the experiences of the strong headed academic woman, Eleanor, I had a deep conviction of sin and I felt that God who helped Eleanor to find herself could do so for me too. Yet, I could not believe that my sins could be forgiven me. I read the first and second pamphlets and then I prayed that if what the doctor had said were true God should let me understand because I desperately wanted to believe. After that prayer I fell into a very deep sleep. I woke up radiating with joy and desirous to know more about what I had heard and read. Seven days after the operation I secured my discharge from the hospital. I wanted desperately to talk to the members of the Christian Fellowship.

My return from the hospital created a stir that did not cool down for over three months. But the greatest stir was caused by my new attitudes and the new area of my search for Truth. My involvement in the Christian Fellowship, and my refusal to visit the old hunting grounds angered my lectuere friends and boy-friends. The Marxist group I belonged to accused me of being a traitor and of turning the opium of the poor like a common woman. The gang I used to dope with threatened my life many times. One of my boy-friends threatened to commit suicide, so did two of my girl-friends. On the day I tried to share my experience with the Rosicrucian group in my University I was kicked out as a dangerous element and forbidden to talk more about it. The most interesting reaction, however came from the Christians whose fold I wanted to join. They did anything but welcome me. Some of them viewed my rather bold incursion into the group with positive alarm and were very careful to keep clear of me whenever I turned up for meetings. It was the reaction of four members of the group, however, that prevented me from withdrawing faster than I get in. The first was the lady who wrestle with God when doctors were trying to make my death less painful that it was threatened to be. The next was a female post-graduate student who had been praying for me the day I set foot in the University. She took me to a maturity class; then my maturity class teacher who, being my age mate, made Christianity very practical. I followed in her foot-steps for two years. The fourth was a Christian brother who would come and sit with me for hours and talk to me about Christian life. His sensible and intelligent presentation of the faith to me put to death the philosophic debates I used to hold with my stoic friends. I praise God for these His faithful workers. The success with which I undertook the Christian race is largely due to the thorough grooming these four gave me. I own them much in Christ Jesus.

'Thurs on 28th January, 1977, I was arrested by the Lord. My attention, my whole attention, interests and aims changed completely. I developed such interest in the things of God that many felt I had gone mad. This situation lasted till 1979 when my life underwent another drastic change.

REFERENCES FOR PART ONE

1. Mammy-Water: Known in the spirit would as Marine is a ruler of Darkness who controls spirit of fornication, disobedience, stubbornness etc. a direct agent of Asteroth. She rules over the waters.

2. Spirit agent of Mammy-Water which possess boys and girls.

3. The power in charge of Witchcraft, sorcery, necromancy and all black and bloody arts.

4. The Power who through marriage contracts hold men and women captive to satan through sexual bondage, either through promiscuity.

5. The power in charge of fertility cults, grain and food religions. She is in control of the soil and farming.

6. The power in charge of all pagan and nature religions. Originator of alcoholic preparation he is in control of all demons of drunkenness. Together with Asteroth she perpetuates religious prostitution.

7. A now defunct lyede god worshipped only at family level. <a href="page:// 32:eto1" title="Click here to read more">Click here to read more

8. Worshipped as the earth-goddess. She is a World Ruler (ruler of darkness) and performs all the duties of Asteroth on Land as Marine performs at sea.

9. Everybody who has demonic powers of whatever source is in partnership with evil. He/she may or may not be aware of this. In case of ignorance take a step of faith for your deliverance. If you insist on knowing the Lord will open your eye to see.

The details about these fallen angels and demons can be got in my second book: THE FORCES OF DARKNESS.

10. A ruler of darkness who makes people to feel they are somebody when really they are nothing. He is in charge of inflating the age so that it boast to the annoyance of God. Attached to no particular territory of town he works in partnership with human satanic agents.

11. For purpose of safety and effectiveness, Europeans and Americans are used das spiritual contacts mostly in the third world, while Africans and Asiatic are used in Europe and America. This is not a hard and fast rule but it is the commonest practice. That explains why in Europe and among other white countries satanic encounters are mostly with people while the opposite is true for Africa.

12. For a fuller account of my activities in Amorc, the reasons why I left, and the exposure of the dark forces that control it and related cults and lodges, see my third book: TRUTH ABOUT CULTS, SECRET SOCIETIES AND LODGES.

13. The title Princess is the highest title a mortal can attain in the spirit world, it is open only to females. There can be only one Prince that is Lucifer. Beneath him are principalities and powers. Human males come lower than these. The highest a mortal man can attain is dukedom, viscount and count. These may be with or without territorial control but there is always a duty attached. As Princess of Spain, I was overseer over the southern part of Lucifer's Kingdom - extending from Spain to Australia, stretching from longitudes 60 East to longitudes 30 West.

Arrested by the Power of Christ

"The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance" 2 Peter 3:9

And so on 28th January, 1977, I got interested in Jesus. In accordance with my nature I set out to investigate the Christian way to the full. Casting off all inhibitions I threw myself into the fellowship with vigor. I took part in all activities. My zeal was such that in no time I was teaching others scripture and witnessing with confidence. By virtue of my background I got to know Christian who regard me as a prize for Christianity. When I went on service in Kwara State I became the Christian leader for the school. I functioned in all ways as a true Christian except that same of my students were so powerful that they could control, see and talk to demons. I did not understand the source of their power then. By 27th July, 1979 I had acquired a reputation as a good Christian. But within me were doubts for I was perplexed and no sermon or scripture could give that absolute joy and peace which other Christians professed to have.

I had to fight some battle with the Lord in the period of two years plus. The University Fellowship decided that no one should preach to me about my habits, instead they should pray that God who touched me will deliver me from them.

The first was make-up. Before my conversion I did not know the colour of my face. It was always the colour of the dresses I wore for the week. Each day of the week I wore a different colour of make-up and eye-shadow. My favorite mascara were blue my fingers every five days were painted, each of them a different colour, dark heavy colours, often mixed for greater effects. My shaved eye-brows which rather annoyed me by their rapid growth always feature the colour of my mascara and make-up. One day I got worried by the fact that I was the only one in Fellowship who wore make-up. One day the travelling secretary for Ghafts visited our University. I went and asked him if there was any spiritual reason why a Christian should not wear make-up. After regarding me for a while, he told me to go to my mirror. That I should wear my best make-up and then look at the mirror, then I should wash my face. The Lord, he said, will give an answer. That was the end of make-up. (New I know the secret of make-up and their role in the satanic scheme of things).

The next was drink. I was a heavy drinker and was a little famed for my ability to hold down a carton of beer, mix cocktalls and produce potent punch. I did not discuss it with anyone. On the eve of my school convocation in March, 1977, I threw one of the usual parties. There was a lot of booze and this time mineral for my Christian friends. The Christians, who came felt uncomfortable especially when the booze began to flow. They politely took their leave.

After seeing them off I was prevailed upon to drink beer. I took just one bottle and broke my beer drinking record by passing out. I was drunk for more than twelve hours and had a horrible hang-over afterwards. We were shocked but I was delivered from the demon of drink in that experience. After a few months, I allowed myself to be enticed again. This time I got addicted to hot drinks. I continued in this till my final deliverance.

On 6th March, 1977, the Lord decided to break the smoking habit. By that date I had been smoking for ten years and had been on hemp for five. I was hooked onto both. By that date I was smoking over three packets a day, and was high in hemp. Infact I was doping thrice a day to maintain buoyancy. On the third day when I went to the office, an inner voice directed me to throw my cigarettes over the window. I did that and made a clean break with a ten year smoking habit.

Sex: I believe I was worse than a friend. I was highly promiscuous. I was nympho, a lesbian as well as some-one who masturbated.

Lesbianism, was the first to drop. Shortly before my conversion I was in bed with one of my female lovers who had suddenly turned religious. When I started to make love to her she started to cry. She cried very bitterly. After talking to her I realized that she did not feel fine about the game but that she was finding it hard to break with me. I liked her so I was deeply disturbed. I released her and started probing her conduct. I was still probing when Jesus touched me. I never went back. In 1976 when I dropped this habit I had been a lesbian for sixteen years.

I was introduced to men the day I was introduced to smoke and drink; I went too fast and became a sex machine by the end of 1975. Infact my sexual appetite was so gross that I became insatiable. As a result of sexual frustration I tried to commit suicide twice. The men were there, but they could not satisfy me and I got tired of them too easily.

On that March 1st when I got drunk on a bottle of beer my current boy friend came to me. I felt disgusted and detested sex at once. That suspended my sexual exploits for years. I just hated it.

Masturbation: It was the real problem. I fought it with tears, vows, promises all to no avail. I just had to set my face against the habit if became unbearable. One day in 1980 I decided to pack up Christianity because I taught Christ had failed me in this one thing. Just when I decided to yield to the three month long temptation, my hand fell on Watchman Nee's THE NORMAL CHRISTIAN LIFE. I glanced casually through his exposition of Roman 6. My eyes kept running over Roman 6:6. The verse began to take my min captive and then I began to realize that I had really died in Christ Jesus when He died on the Cross and that dead men cannot sin. I understood that I had been embarking on an impossible thing. A dead man cannot sin. That was the end of that habit. I got out of my bed a different person.

Amorc: That was not easy. I fought God over that one. It seemed so harmless and so helpless and so helpful. The full account of my deliverance from Amorc constitute another threatise. THE TRUTH ABOUT CULT. Secret Societies and Lodges.

Pride: I am still fighting it and I give God glory because He is cutting off chunks of it.

So for more than two years, I endeavoured to live a Christian life. From January 1978 however, my Christian frot began to break as I felt the strong pull of old habits. The more I prayed the more the problems increased till I began to feel frightened whenever I was fellowshipping with Christians. By mid-July 1978 I was almost a washout in Christianity. Whenever I fellowshipped with Christians I felt like a hypocrite. It continued till one fateful morning a Christian brother invited me to a camp being organized by the Ishan Christian. Association in UIgbegun. There I had the most shattering experience of life but I got my deliverance.

Deliverance

"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.

It all began in Ugbegun camp: I went to the camp as a Christian, willing to help to 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 programmes. I attended the Bible studies, prayers and ate whenever possible. But all was not well with me. Two things were wrong with me. Throughout the programme I felt like a stranger, an observer rather than a participant. The messages and Bible Studies did not touch my heart for it was set on destruction. I not only felt indifferent, I felt cold and my heart trembled. It was alien and out control. I just could not understand what was happening to me.

Things came to head on the third day of the camp when there was a prayer for Holy Spirit Baptism. I was aware of the out-pouring of the Holy Spirit, Scriptural to the letter. But I remained untouched, I cried out to God but my heart started to ache, real aching. 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 marosed 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 for they were battling evil spirit mostly. I seriously alarmed. At 10.00 p.m. I left for bed. In that sleep to manifest some dormant powers in me. I dreamt that I was holding a standard and riding the wind. I was exutant as the banner flew high and streamed in the wing. I prayed and slept. The next day I told the prayer band leader who is called brother Gabriel Ediale. He prayed for me 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, according to the contract terms. So here was a total stranger revealing my secret thoughts. He also added that a demon of stubbornness was sitting on 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 was going to lead to cataclysmic events on my life.

On 27th, on the last day of the camp the brother called me and the brother who took me to the camp to one class room. He opened his mouth and all hell broke loose.

Yes, it all began at Ugbegun camp: As we sat around the table, the Lord made three statements through this His servant. These statements changed my life and altered my Christian testimony, to the glory of God and to my blessing. Brother Ediale said when he prayed God gave him a message 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 my soul will be required at his hand. He had written them on a piece of paper and gave them to me. I read it and the three question burned in my mind.

1. Come out with a clear mind.

2. The things that you love (wealth, ambition, fame etc)

3. Who are you?

This brother went on to narrate a vision he saw on the day the camp started. He said the Lord led him out of his house to road. Across the road was a junction. He saw me going to the camp with an Urhobo man. My dressing and bearing showed me to be an evil force. According to him I was shining and was wearing heavy beads and bangles. And the man had heavy markings on the face. He said when I arrived physically at the camp he remembered the vision. He concluded that I was part spirit part human. It was true. That was my contract with Mammy-Water.

I answered the questions one after the other. I confessed my resistance to God and my refusal to accept the transplantation from evil to good that has taken place in my life. My heart still yearned of 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.

I was not aware I had come to the camp as a spirit. This was revealed later during the deliverance. This was revealed later during the deliverance. This was because for over two years my evil spiritual life was suspended. But I had attained such a height in spiritual that when God without His hand I automatically reverted to astral travelling ad the forces of evil gradually reasserted themselves. My spirit had reached a stage that it could work independent of myself.

The brother began to talk of sin and damnation ano of service to Christ, I did not want to hear much of it as the battle between good and evil raged in my heart. Finally my heart broke and I cried out that I wanted to serve God but I did not know why I could not. I put my head on my arms and cried tears of bitterness. At once I felt myself burning from my shoulders upwards. The brother started 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. The heat left. The brother then asked me the meaning of 999.

Fearfully, I proceeded to narrate the horrible contract I had made with satan. That night I had been called into the spiritual world bodily to complete the contract that we started in 1976. On arrival I marched unaccompanied into satan's presence. He was in a friendly mood and casually reminded me of our political alliance. Immediately I stopped on his territory he started to give me power, to command death, fire, life, water from trees and rocks, when I walked into his presence he gave me free assess to his reserves of power. Engaging me in a friendly discussion he led me to a mighty building in which the 999 lives had been held captive. Pointing at them he said the time for politics has come. The price is 999 people. I have you already. Just say the word and all these shall die but the power; shall be yours.

'He shall they die?' 'By accidents, fire, drowning mostly painful and tortuous deaths.' I want to tell you more than half of these people were church goers. Two of the women among them were the only daughters of their mothers and each of them had an only child. They were church goers and had already been informed of their imminent death and were being, prayed for. It was only these two who invoked pity in my then demonic heart. Because of the overwhelming pity I felt for them I freed them. 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.

The brother continued to talk. My heart to burn horridly though most of what he said glided over my ears. Immediately the brother jumped up and began to rebuke satan, calling the fire of the Holy Spirit to put off the fires of hell the whole room was hot as the spiritual fire threatened to engulf us.

"You will die", satan spoke directly to my heart: "You will not die", brother Ediale said, "but it will not be easy. If you remain faithful you will be saved". He prayed that God will give me peace in my heart. I left him feeling gloomy and then I went to pack.

"On reaching the house I sat on the bed in dejection. Then I heard the devil speak to me. The battle for my soul had begun. The voice was tense and ugly and full of anger but it managed to be seductive. I was trapped.

"Bela, he said, 'what have you gone and done', I broke down and went on my kneed, I cried in anguish of soul to God. It was horrible. I writhe in agony of heart. I sad, 'Lord, unless you show me a way, I shall not leave here'. The devil said, 'well, you shall kneel there all day for there shall 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, utter destruction. These syllables 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 evils, who had defied me and imitated me. I cried out for mercy which I knew I did not deserve.

Then I saw men, lots of men, the 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 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.

One group was made up of people I have enslaved, ruined and made hopeless. The other group consisted of three people. 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 really realized till then the 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 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 any more, 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 forgiveness. After some time I began to cry real tears, then I became unconscious.

In that state I saw a pallid white hand emerging from a pit. It held onto a chair just at the edge of a pit. White 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 as in a church. 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 I am and what is happening?' Immediately a horrible thing appeared before me. I looked at it and recognized the Beast (Revelations 13). 'But I am a Christian', 'what am I doing in this unholy assembly!' I began to call upon Christ to save me from the place. It was packed tight and there was no room, no door, 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 with a suspicious eye, pleading the blood of Jesus all the time. The figure on the cross disappeared and it remained very dry.

'This is no cross! I said, 'what I am to do?' 'Tell them' came the 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'. '

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 lightening are His ministers, He sits upon the White Throne. He is not the one over there', I said, pointing. 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 in 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 was vacant. By it sat the deputy. On the deputy's right was another vacant chair. It was for the leader's com-pamon and possible the victim for the spiritual exercise. A mad was taking a tray round. 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. The was my cabinet and we were meeting for war plan. That 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.' No movement. 'Get up in Jesus' Name.', They got up. Now go. You are free, never come back here again.' They left in silence.

Now you chairs, come together'. They heaped onto the platform. 'In the Name of Jesus, be burnt.' They burnt 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. It happened 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 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 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.

'Now Lord....' Immediately I found myself at the blockade again. It was empty. The east was sitting at 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 was 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 on flames. It burnt for a very long time. I left I burning. Praise God!

I came round dafter that. I prayed, go up and packed my things I packed in shocked silence. We went back to the camp site, there we picked up Brother Ediale to whom I narrated all that had happened. 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. By questioning 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: that I had under my control thousands of demons who executed my commands, that these 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 allowed. That the commander of all of them was Apriel.

When I mentioned his name I saw his name I saw him, a very athletic young man with intense sex appeal, very easy going 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 bubbling up in me but I fought if down. A part of me smiled ironically. A voice came from within me, 'you really don't need to answer that Bella.' 'Whom do you serve?' Silence, but 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!!! Immediately my heart and my 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 the brother 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. 'You are going home where you will be alone, then we shall see.' I told brother Ediale that I was afraid but he said I should not be afraid and that I should trust in Jesus. But he emphasised that my total deliverance depended on me. That frightened me the more. He prayed with us, destroying all satan's plans for accidents on the way in Jesus' Name. When we left it was almost after four in the evening.

The Cleansing

It was an interesting journey. The brother driving fought sleep through it all, the car behaved very erratically but God was in control. We stopped at a vulcanizer's and when we moved I began to plead the Blood of Jesus. Immediately I saw a hand. I had a fresh cut between the thumb and the remaining fingers. Blood was oozing out of the wound. I rejected it in Jesus' Name. That was the beginning of the drama, the very appalling drama that attended my deliverance and cleansing.

Shortly after wards I fell into a trance, the first of the six spiritual journeys I undertook between Igueben and Agbor. In that state 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 thatched hut in the bush. It was a solitary and lonely but and he was saying that that was the house his father had built for him.

I understood the implication so I rejected the offer. 'Not me, my Father's house is Heaven and the streets are paved with gold.' I walked away left 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 the room. The woman sat on a table on which was a bag of money. A man was offering me the money. I refused to take it and when she became insistent I lost my temper and told her to take the money herself.

After that I found that we were three in a room again. 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 Naira, 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 was not a partner to these two and that he was holding part of me. I gathered courage and spoke again.

'Look!' I said. 'Don't you see what you have?' 'What do you mean?' 'See, you have only my body, my soul is not there. Look at it', I said, pointing. 'The two took at the person, looked at me and fled. He was fearful to behold. It was later I realized it was an angel. I escaped from there. After that I saw 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 dizzy and I began to way. I was going to fall when the brother driving called me by name. At Agbor, I took a maltex and cake, 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 Ediale had asked me where the respiratory of powers was so that it can be destroyed. I confessed that whatever I had was in me. Unlike most age mates of darkness I did not have charm, but flesh was so impregnated 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. I was retching very seriously. The retching and the foaming continued the whole week of deliverance. As I was foaming at the mouth and retching I realize 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. I was able to breath deeply. Then I started retching furiously and my mouth was wide opened. There was a choking sensation in my throat. I looked and behold a large triangular headed cobra was emerging leisurely from my belly. This was the first of the Egyptian royal pythons, symbols of Rosicrucianism that were removed from my belly.

I started to plead the Blood of Jesus. When it reached my mouth the cobra'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 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 cobra coming out. This was considerably smaller than the first one. When it came out left something in my throat which threatened to choke me to death. I resisted and resisted, but it 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. Free me in Jesus' Name.' I retched horrible and out it came with force. By now I was very tired and weak, I had a little rest.

All of a sudden I felt and 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', I said, 'you don't think you can remain in this position forever'. The pain was intolerable. When I tried to cast if out it resisted. It bent down, so I bound it hand to foot and sent it 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 was almost painful and left me gasping for breath. Pleading the cleansing of the Blood of Jesus, I felt if I was going to urinate. When I opened my eyes we have reached my flat. When to urinate I discharge a heavy fluid. I cleaned it out and I felt relieved in my thighs. The foaming continued all the while.

I went to my room to pray. I fell into an exhausted sleep, I woke up and continued to pray. As I prayed I saw the marked Urhobo man looking at the ruins of something 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 being done. 'Any way'. I said, I don't need your services again. The Lord has destroyed to build again. I bound him and cast him out in Jesus' Name.

28th July, 1979: I leapt out of bed with the Name of Jesus on my lips. I looked at the time. It was twelve midnight. I heard spirit talk outside. The house was heavily surrounded. There was a furious talk going on. I was very frightened but I remembered that in the spirit world fear meant death. I was almost mad with fear. I yelled the Name of Jesus at them. There was talk for talk. I rebuked as furious instructions were issued out side. I resisted in the Name of Jesus. There was a lot of confusion outside, then silence. Then I saw a potted ash-tray like affair on short, study legs strutting here and there giving instructions and trying to gain entrance into the room. 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 cleansing the bed with the blood of Jesus and covering it with the Blood. As this was going on spirits were fleeing from inside me while those invading were tying to gain entrance.

After sometime a young man casually climbed into the window ready to jump in. I rebuked and cast out the demon. Then Ariel walked no-chalantly to the 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 heave rush or steps on the ceiling but they retreated as if they had been opposed there. Then there were flashes of light like lightening from all sides. I resisted this and any other satanic manifestation. I didn't think I could face any more. My feet began to get paralysed as an icy breeze tanned them. I resisted that very weakly.

I looked at the time. It was getting to three 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.

Again I jumped out of bed with the Name of Jesus in my lips. It was 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 I began to hear a croaky, cold bleating noise. It continued for a long time. When I rebuked I could see a dirty, misshapen sheep, the satanic counterpart of the Lamb that was slain. It was followed by chimpanzee and other frightful animals.

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 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 three. Any time I went to the toilet I felt the tension in my drop lightly. Suddenly the lantern began to go off. I checked and realized that the three lanterns were empty of kerosene. I laughed for I had filled them only that evening, and they were capable of burning throughout the night and longer. Pleading the Blood of Jesus again I filled them and sat down to pray.

As I prayed I saw 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 associates out. A lot of them. I recognized the spirit of lesbianism. As I cast them out joy filled my heart.

The heart changed position. This time I saw a woman of ample proportions looking exactly like myself. She stood suddenly by the 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. By her activities we were arrested at the camp and now we were deadly enemies. I laughed with scorn as I saw how sad and angry she looked. This was the spirit who 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 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 da child of God.' She left and really did go to him saw it in a vision. I fought her, 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.

The bleating stopped at about 4.30 a.m. and was replaced by a nitrous mewing of a cat. That stopped at six. These sounds were coming from a distance because at 4.15 a.m. and fence of fire sprang up around the house. The invaders retreated to a safe distance very quickly. From that distance they made noises and projected images. In a last desperate attempt they began to hurl fire brands at the house. Assuming I was now safe I laid down to sleep. 'Lord, I prayed, the night and the day belong to you. He has 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 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 glory faded das I watched and left with ugly fat checks and saucer 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. Five refused to consume it, so I bound it, locked it and gave the key to Christ, I fell asleep.

I woke up in the morning with a warning not to step outside my room without praying. I went into my pariour for my quiet time. At twelve noon I took some bread and coffee. I moved to my pariour bed to pray. I pleaded the Blood of Jesus. When I began to pray I felt a deep conviction of sin I went into confession. I confessed to lies, theft, gossip, and oh, so many things. Then I asked: 'what shall I do now I want to serve Christ?' No response. 'How long will it take Lord, I am afraid I will break under this pressure?' Asking the Lord why this was happening to me two years plus after my conversion I got this amazing information.

The two years were a period of probation. Apparently my activities in the satanic world had reached a climax, a stage at which my soul will be damned for ever 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 the opportunity to enjoy Christian Fellowship to the full, even working as a Christian with a burden for lost souls and weaker Christians. I had 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. 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 experience of Christian. Against twenty years of evil. The choice was now mine. At this stage I found myself standing at the point of a 'V' junction. Both roads looked harmless and clean but I knew one o 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 crossed with an arrow. God's face began to turn to me and heart began to quaver with fright. I pleaded the Blood of Jesus as my heart began to swell as if it will burst. I cried out in fear as I began to plead the Blood. Again the vision changed. This time I saw my heart suspended from a huge chain. It was held by an outstretched am an abyss out of which suggestions of smoke issued forth. It looked as if the person was going to drop the heart into the yawning pit. I pleaded with the person, pleading that he should not carry not his threat. But as I pleaded the heart sank lower and lower into the pit. Then I saw the face of my tormentor. I recognized my former Master, Lucifer. I jumped to the attack, in the Name of Jesus I commanded him to let go off my heart. Immediately another arrow was shot in 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 Saviour',. He did mot feel happy with that, I said that only Christ could determine the fate of my heart so in the Name of Jesus he should 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, no blood!!! A grave despair settles on me. Without hope in my heart 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 Christ should accept the back 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 travelled 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 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 the band was not thorns but a chain wound round the heart. I rebuked it in Jesus' Name, and cast it out. My heart resumed its journey, changing colours as sit moved from stage to stage. By the time it complete the arc and entered my body it was no longer black. It was sickly red. I regained consciousness. I felt very but hopeful.

I retired at 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 at I prayed about it. 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 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 they 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 paroxysm. 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 horrid 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 survive it. I pleaded the Blood over the House, the grounds and the air. I prayed against the previous night 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 more Baalzebub.

29th July, 1979: I prayed and pleaded the Blood till small-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 book-shelf 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?' 'Yes, a journalist by profession.' 'Well, I no longer need your services. You can go in Jesus' Name. 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 7.00 a.m. I woke upon heat. 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 I saw a distended phallus hanging me. Frightened I severed it in Jesus Name. It was then I understood my remarkable success with masturbation, an experience I acquired from Erica Dijon's Fear of Flying.

I knelt down to say my morning prayer when I saw two gopher a ladder against my heart, preparing to climb in. 'Hey, you can't get in there. The heart belongs to Jesus 'Yes we can. We have something there.' 'Okay, but wait'.

I commanded whatever property if theirs was there to come out. A triangular headed cobra showed its head. It was slightly smaller than the second one. 'Take it and your ladder and go in Jesus' Name.' They did so immediately. At once vipers appeared and tried to make breaches into my heart. I rebuked and cast them out and the breaches were healed. That was the explanation to the apish tongue to which I had confessed the previous days.

I pent the day resisting satan, foaming at the mouth and praying. I got burnt repeatedly, in my heart 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 realised 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 did God's kingdom than be a professor in hell. They came out rapidly, I foaming all the while. The foam was hot. My heed felt empty and for about four days I could not think. I refused to think then. I realized that I may become but I had the confidence that God will give me enough intelligence to carry out His work. But I thank God because when I started writing out this testimony a greater intelligence came to me.

30th July, 1979: I had a most frightening experience. It started immediately my head touched the pillow, I found myself at the bottom of a river, I was shackled. The spirits which had taken me there were agitated. They were preparing for a meeting. They had hardly settled when angry powers snatched me from the hands of the river spirits. They were angry because the river spirits had failed to prevent my deliverance. They whisked me away.

We travelled by taxi was very full. We alighted at the junction where the former Oleh - Ozoroa road run onto the one. A big meeting was in progress. A young woman was my custodian. I recognized her as the lady who had tried to enter into my pariour through the window in the small hours.

When we arrived I was given a bowl of hot eba and vegetable soup. I refused to eat. The earthly spirits, tired of my stubbornness handed me over to exterrestial demons. I was powerless against these. I could not bind neither could I rebuke. 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 a morsel into my mouth. Using auto-suggestion they tried to subject my will so I will swallow it. Then I realized that I was being given virulent 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 the prayed that the explosive force in the Holy Spirit will scatter that group at the riverbed. There was a loud report and the river-bed 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 there days and took off on the third day.

I suddenly found myself at tired 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 the woman presented what she was carrying to the king who was standing in a ring. The ground was covered with rich carpets, damask and velvet. There were comfortable arm-chairs 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 for the restive meeting was marriage of the king. He then poured me a cup of wine.

'I do not take wine', I said. He laughed and flung the wine on the rich and stew he was eating. He sat on the rich turkist 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 flesh of though, 'God is watching you'. I turned round and saw a group of young men sitting in a ring. They appeared like stranger for they were the only ones seated. The thought was flashed by their leader. That was my first experience of Christian invasion of the dark world. As I looked at him another came 'God is watching you. This is a moment of decision. We are all witnesses! That broke the hypnotic spell. I was perplexed but I did not sit on the chair. I stood by it defiantly, as if ready to take the consequences of my refusal to sit. I woke up in great surprise. Pleading the Blood of Jesus.

I sat on the bed and began to doze. I suddenly 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 tribal 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 understand. Then I remembered. The Good Book says 'he who overcome shall have a crown of life. 'But that was no crow 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 to sleep. 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 1.00 a.m. I tried to pray. As I knelt down I began to plead the Blood. I saw a river of blood cascading towards me. The river reached my knees and coagulated. Fake blood, of course. Thena 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, 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 party left another bottle came followed with various foods. The spirit of qluttony was cast out at one. 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 10.00 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 get it clearly. It was just behind the window by which I was sleeping so I listened carefully. 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 forbade them to return. 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 neighbour's wife. While a pleaded the Blood I was attacked by paralysis. The left side of my body not paralyses. 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 a neighbour's parlour. He had confessed to the woman he had come for that he was a person who operated between 12.00 midnight and 3.00 a.m. the woman was starring at him in amazement. Every child in the house was sick and one had been rushed to the hospital and put on 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 that hour. Praise God it was so. Then I returned to my parious and prayed that the evil man should not visit my neighbours who are his tribesmen again but praise God, he has not been, back since. It is 31st July today.

From 31st to 2nd I was attacked regularly. I hardly slept, I was repeatedly asked to watch and pray. On the 3rd of August, 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 a ethereal 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 of my dependant (who had began to return from holiday) alarmed.

But before the incident described above, I was praying with a visiting Christian sister at 2.00 p.m. when I became unconscious, in that state I was wall separating dry land from water. On the wall sat a small statue, the smallrepresentation of the Budha. 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 stated crumbling. It fell flat I said the heap of sand should collect and fill the waterhole

5th August, 1979: I attended Reverend Apena's welcome service. My heart was locked up. I felt unhappy and dejected I had a horrible time in the evening. 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 Christ for help. He opened my eyes to see 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 in praise and thanksgiving.

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 Savour.

FACE TO FACE WITH JESUS

By Sheikh Hussain Mandour

Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ chooses whosoever He wants to bear witness to Him. An Egypian Moslem Scholar, Hussain Mandour, who came to Nigeria as an employee of the Bauchi State Government to teach Arabic and Islamiic studies got a marching order and a change of direction from the Master Himself. Jesus Christ.

Though still a Moslem, Mandour is proclaiming the gospel of Christ across the length and breadth of Nigeria. And his audience? Those who thought they could kick against the will of God or disobey His divine injunctions have found to their surprise that they could not. Right from Apositle Paul down the ages, each time that Lord Jesus requires the services of anyone he just calls that person and that is it. Those who are called of Him are called in such a way that they are left in no doubt as to who is calling and for what purpose.

The experience of Seikh Hussain Mandour, a renown Egyptian Moslem. Scholar who came to Nigeria in 1980 to expand the work of Islam, is not different. Five years after teaching Arabic in Baunchi State and a couple of years at the Islamic school. Dodan Barracks, Lagos, Sheikh Mandour had his encounter with Jesus Christ. mandour has so far preached the gospel of Jesus Christ to Moslems in about 15 States of Nigeria, including Oyo, Bauchi, Kaduna, Anambra, Plateau, Lagos, Delta and Akwa-Iborn.

Born 44 years ago in Cairn, Egypt. Mandour says his mission is specific. It is to preach Jesus Christ to Moslems, using the holy Koran. And the message to tell them that Jesus Christ is coming back to judge them (the world) and to "lead them in prayer". "Jesus Christ is a messenger of God. I am speaking from the Islamic, conception now, not from Christian conception. He is coming back to rule Moslems and to fill the earth with prosperity and justices. He is not glorified enough in mosques. I challenge any Moslem to come and debate these points with me. I am ready to show him the evidences from the Holy Koran and the talks of Prophet Mohammed". Mandour declared. Like the Apostles of old. Sheikh Mandour is not without his own trail of woes. Hear him.

"My problem began when I got a mission from Jesus Christ. The State Security Services (SSS) people arrested me and my three children. I was arrested while preaching Jesus Christ on air. They interrogated me but found no evidence of illegality against me. Since my mission was open, I was preaching on radio and television and newspapers wrote quite a lot about me. I relied on the Koran. They sent us to the immigration office in Abuja to give us trouble. My passport and those of my children were seized.

They gave wrong information to the media that Sheikh was caught with five valid passports. That was a lie. I challenge any one to come out with any other passport found with me apart from my own expired and the current one (stapled together) and the three belonging to my children. Two weeks before then they held a meeting with me and gave me two options to choose from in order to solve the problem. They asked me to (i) deny that I have seen Jesus Christ and that my mission was only from my head or from my research work. (ii) convert to Christianity and baptize . My mission is to show the glory of Jesus Christ. My mission is to lift the name of Jesus Christ higher. My mission is not about converting. My mission is to show the glory of Jesus Christ as (it is) in the Koran and in the talks of the prophet of Islam (Prophet Mohammed). Jesus Christ according to Islam, is the messenger of God and He is to come back. So, why is such a personality, holy, not mentioned well, and not glorified enough in mosques as in the churches? We have in Islam names of many relatives of prophet Mohammed his descendants. Successors and companions who are mentioned daily and glorified.

Yes, prophet Mohammed did his duly Jesus Christ was glorified by Mohammed. He mentioned on 100 occasions in the Koran to his companions. Listen to the Prophet. He told them openly. "Jesus Christ is coming to rule you". They don't need me to tell them again. The people who are denying what I am saying and denying what prophet Mohammed saying that Jesus Christ is coming to rule them; that they should receive Him well, they should like Him and obey Him. Hussain Mandour in his own words describes how he met with Jesus Christ here him unedited.

A revelation came through sound, in such a way that if I am reading Chapter I, I'll be hearing something about another Chapter like 12. When I stop reading the Koran the voice also stops. But when I pick up the Koran again, the voice also starts. Then I decided to write down what I was hearing and meditate over if. The meditation revealed that all the verses I put down were about Jesus Christ. All these I knew before. And I believe that the voice I was hearing cannot be satanic but holy as sit spoke about Jesus and His mother. The also can be found in the Holy Koran, therefore, I felt strongly that the voice cannot spoil my priority in view of the fact that satan has so many devices for spoiling people's priority or divine knowledge.

Researching into the verses I heard from the voice. I could not find anything new on the interpretation to (of) our old Koranic teachers. So, I went back to read the Koran again. The same voice came back and started giving me a new interpretation of the verses. He has given me before. So I stopped to recite so as to listen to the interpretation and the voice continued to teach me. When I recovered (consciousness) I could understand that this voice knows all about me.

The process of interpretation continued for many nights. By the day time, I refer to text (Koran) to compare what I heard and read. The difference of what I read heard was engraved into my brain and heart and I found it to be a complete true interpretation of new thing to me. It was coming straight from the text without any willing. I decided to preach it to everybody. Anybody I told of this mission became aggrieved and turned against me. They conspired against me. At that time I was living in a house given to me by Chief M. K. O. Abiola in Isolo. People went further to report me to Chief M. K. O. Abiola who then summoned me to his house in the presence of Muslims and Christians and (but) refused to grant me audience.

And as such he gave me a two week order to leave Nigeria. When I found myself in such hopeless situation, my wife deserted me, my friends and supporters went against me. So, I left Nigeria for United Arab Emirates to find a job in one of the Universities. When I arrived at U. A. E. I felt sleepy and I saw an exceedingly beautiful creature and I became metamorphosed and united with the creature. It was an experience I have never had before. And I became filled with happiness and satisfaction. A long dialogue occurred between me and the creature. At the end of the dialogue, the creature ordered me to go back to Nigeria and start a mission.

The Koran confirmed that JESUS birth was a miraculous thing, a word from God and as a way of His soul. The meaning of word is different from order, because, St Mary never did anything to obey order. She was nil (sic) and innocent. We can find this in the Bible. And the Koran agreed that Mary was a virgin when she got Jesus, Koran Chap. 3verse 40. In His coming, He was humble, gentile, noble, kind, guiding everybody to the truth, teaching, giving the basis of morality and eternity. He performed a lot of miracles - Koran Chap. 3 verses 45 - 53.

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The Bible gave me Answers to Questions in the Quran

By Rev. Goke Onasanya

My father had four wives and he still went out with women. It struck me even as a child, that he was not living right. I wasn't happy about it. He was a drunkard, though the son of an alhaji. He gambled. He wasn't good example to us.

My father drank stout mixed with palm wine or burukutu (millet corn brew). It had a negative impact on me. I started drinking at the age of three. From the age of four I could finish half a jug of a mixture of Guinness stout and burukutu. This earned me the nickname "ogaloparie." Because my father smoked Indian hemp. He sent me to buy if for him. I would pick the stub and smoke. This was between age three and five.

Goke Onasanya was drinking alcohol and smoking hemp by age 3. He read the Quran through as a young adult and became a fighter for the cause of Islam, even ready to kill for it. However, the Qurran had stirred up some questions in him: why is Jesus so exalted in the 3rd Sura (Chapter)? Why is Jesus called the Word of God in the Quran? How can man overcome sin and avoid going to hell? Quran and clerics failed to answer him satisfactorily, but the Bible resolved the riddle. A hater of Christ became lover of Christ. This is his full account.

I am John Goke Onasanya. I was not John s Muslim and my parents named me Abdul Ganiyu. I was born into the Adesoye Onasanya family in Ijebu Ode, Ogun State. It was a family of chronic (serious) Muslim; it was the family of the balogun musulumi. (the warlord of muslim). During Ileya (Idel fitri when muslims slaughter ram) the family goes to Ojude Oba (the King's frontage) on horse back. On both side, of my lineage, we were muslims. I started going to Arabic school around five. They taught us the Arabic alphabet Alifu bah tah sah and son on.

Something happened along the line. The alfa (teacher/priest) used to beat us merecilessly. At a point I felt highly discouraged. He beat us so badly that day that I said, I am not going again. I had been going for about a year. My siblings, kept going, but I refused to continue. I dropped out. At seven, I started primary school. But to our house, it was compulsory for us to go to the mosque. You must pray. I discovered that in spite of this religious fervor my parents were not living right. My father had four wives and he still went out with women. It struck me even as a child, that he was not living right. I wasn't happy about it.

My mother sold cooked food. She was a very good cook. My father made use of me to steal my mother's money for his own use. All these vices were in me because of the environment in which I grew up. My parents marriage broke in 1966 and I had to go and live with my maternal grandfather. He was a herbalist. At the same time he was a Muslims, he was baba adinni (Islamic Chieftain). He was very committed to Islam.

I lived with him from 1966 to 1970, I was in the primary school. He insisted that we must go to the mosque: we must pray. His life was not frees from sins also, we were told by the aljas that anybody that sins will go to bia jannamah (Yoruba Muslim term for hell). What I saw in my father's house and what I saw in my grand parents' house I could not reconcile. I kept going on (in islam) since it was the religion of my parents.

Schooling Forbidden by Diviner: After primary school a diviner was consulted to find out my destiny what I would do in life. The verdict was that I must not go to secondary school. A warning was attached to it. I would either go blind or run mad if I did. I was very brilliant, but I could not go to school. I was told to go and get apprenticed to a mechanic or enroll to train as a transistor radio repairer. As God would have it, my cousin disagreed. "This boy must go to school," he promised to share the payment of the school fees with my mother. My mother couldn't take it, because we were five. She couldn't continue, but my cousin insisted and I was trained to complete secondary school.

I attended Holy Trinity Grammar School in Ibadan. After secondary school. I read Political Science and I economics at Ogun State College of Education, now Tai Solarin University of Education. Along the line I did some professional courses and was about to register for a Master's programme through correspondence study when I stopped. I had to stop. The call of God came that I should go into ministry that was in 1994.

Firebrand Muslim: I did my national youth service at Oluyole Estate Grammar School in 1992. I became notorious as a muslim there. While in college I read through the Quran. While reading. I discovered some things that shocked me; with the knowledge of the Quran I felt that I was a more vibrant muslim. One of the things I discovered was that when somebody. Is fighting for God. Trying to spread religion (the religion of islam) if you kill it is okay. I was very happy about it.

"This is the religion of my father, so I can go ahead and propagate it, o reasoned within me. While I was teaching of Oluyole Estate Grammar School. I had a muslim colleague Mr. Tajudeen Alatishe (I am told he's dead now). There was another,, a woman, the wife of a major general. I won't mention her name.

We insisted that our muslim brethren must not go to the general assembly with Christian students; we didn't want to sing Christian songs. We wanted them to have an Islamic assembly. We divided the school into two. The woman among us had a master's degree, but she insisted that she must be assigned to teach JSS I (the first class in junior secondary). She didn't want to do any serious job. The woman could have been a principal but she did not want it so.

Our major target was the principal, she was an S.U. (for Scripture Union a term used to describe serious Christian). I can't remember her name; but she was an S.U. we termed up with major general's wife torment the principal. I was aggressive at that point. After the yuouth service. I was employed by the Ogun State Teaching Service Commission and posted to Sagamu. I became a really committed muslim. Because I had gone to school and knew the Quran. I was an asset to the muslim there. Most of the people who pracise Islant don't know what is in the Qurarn. In that school. I became the teacher in charge of the Muslim Students' Society. I became the bab adinni of the school. I was always preaching with the Quran at the assembly every Friday.

The people of the Central Mosque in Sagamu were very happy. They made me a patron of Sheriff Guards (a voluntary organization of muslim). It threw me into euphoria. My sister, my immediate elder sister, was very happy, she was an alhaja, a very successful business woman in Lagos – one of the distributors of Pirelli Iyres in those days. Everyone was happy with me in the family.

"This one is going to be the imam (priest) of our house." They said I kept reading through the Ouran. You know when you read something for the first time you level of understanding, when you read again, you know more. So it with my reading of the Quran.

A Revelation in the Quran: one day I was reading the Quran when I got to a particular place. Quran chapter three. That was around 1983.84, it was section 5. I read a place which says, "remember what the angel said to Mary that God giveth thee a gift of a word from him. Ha! How can God, and the name of the word would be Jesus son of Mary and the word is Messiah. Awon anfa yen it tan wa je (those Islamic clerics have deceived us) I thought. "If that is the case, the word of a man is himself. I kept wondering "Haha!" I performed ablution and put up a naflat, that is, I wanted a clear revelation.

What happened to me surprised me. When I was in the secondary school, we learnt a lot of subjects one of it was Bible know ledge. I had a Revised Standard Version (RSV). That thing just told me. I believe now that He was the Holy Ghost "Go to John Chapter one verse one," that thing told me. I opened to John Chapter verse one after performing ablation! This one is a serious matter!

I read...in the beginning was the word and the word was with God and word was God." "Shikena, (that's all)." I said "This one is a serious matter!" The passage continued"...and God giveth that word to Mary." "If I consider this verse, Jesus is not the Son of God as Christian say: He is God," I thought. "Because the word of a man can not be divorced from the man. If your word will identify you, then Jesus is a manifestation of who God is."

Tolerance for Christians: From that point. I began to get a little bit tolerant with Christians. Prior to that I was a very aggressive Islamic evangelist. I didn't want to hear people speaking that is Jesus the Son of God. In Sagamu Ishany into where I was living, there was a very notorious Alhaji He said nobody should preach Jesus in front of his house. If you preached, he would attack you. He had juju (charms) but if you could not be attacked by charms, he had things. There was a Christian lady around then. I remember her name, she was sister Ranti. She was a nurse, a member of Gospel Faith Mission, Sagamu. She preached to the Alhaji. The man tried charms on her, I think it didn't work.

"I know what I will do," the man said." I have one son a ya, e loo ba mi pe Onasanya wa (Quickly, tell Onasanya to come here). In those days I must not hear anyone say that Jesus is the Son of God, I would slap him. I was as notorious as that. The sister said that Jesus is the son of God. "Would you shut up there saying Jesus is the Son of God!" I warned her. "God has no child. Are so daft as to think that God will have a wife and then have a son? God is not like that! God will have a wife and then have a son? God is not like that! God is far, far, far from us. He can not sleep with a woman, for less have a child!"

Somehow, I don't know what happened. I was not able to fight with this sister, I was just... "Don't mind her, she a fanatic, let her go. "I was just persuading the Alhaji! I began to get soft. I began to listen to those who preach about Jesus I started becoming softer, simply because of that revelation. Sometimes they said if you want to give your life to Jesus...sometimes I would do it, but I would still go to the mosque. I still had my tesuba (Yoruba for muslim prayer bead) it was very long it was ninety-nine (99).

Trapped in Sin: a muslim believes that when he asks for forgiveness of sin, he is forgiven, but that does not stop him from going ahead to sin again. Continuing to commit sin is okay. I sat down and began to look at it if Quran says that anyone committing sin will go to hell, and I am the baba adinni of this school these girls, some of them came to me and I slept with them it means I will go to hell. I went to meet the alfas and imams for help. "Please, can't we do something about this religion? Can't we take sin from us so that we won't be committing sins, so we will go to heaven?" I asked them.

"We're all trying, nobody can do away with sin," they told me. "Then we have a serious problem if this Quran says if we sin we'll go to hell and we can not be free from sin, then there is a problem with the Quran! There is a problem we must find out!" But one day it was December 1995. Usually I went to my cousin's in Ibadan in December for Christmas, but this particular time, something told me don't go to Ibadan; there is a place I want to take you; when you get there whatever they as you to do, do it." I was hearing that in my mind.

Invitation to a Crusade: A woman called Mama Sunday lived close to where I lived at Sondo. Shagamu. She attended Deeper Life. She came to me with an invitation to a crusade. "Will you be able to come?" she asked me. "I don't know?" I said. "I am supposed to go to Ibadan, but now I am here. I don't know whether I will be able to go." I took the invitation from her. And something spoke to me" that invitation you must honour it; you will go to that crusade."

"Me – go to a crusade?" I said. "What am I looking for? I have a car. I am a teacher. I am receiving my salary, I am okay. If I need money I can go to my sister in Lagos and she will give me, I don't have any problem." "You should go," I was told again. "You know the place I told you before that I wanted to take you to, whatever they ask you to do, do it? That's the place. "Hmmm, hummm, okey, it's alright," I agreed. "The first day I didn't go. And the woman came to me. "You didn't come," she said. "You know I didn't promise I would come," I answered. "If you can come o, please, come," she said. "Okay" I said. "I will come today." "You will come?" She said to confirm what I said.

Touched by Preaching: I refused to go with her, preferring to go by myself. I went in my car. I was in the congregation, when the man started preaching, it was as if someone had told him story. He is Pastor S. K. Akinsanya; he's now a regional overseen in Deeper Life. He preached, he preached, he preached. At the end, he said. "If you are tired of committing sin and you know you don't want to go to hell, can I see your hand?" I raised my hand. "If you are really serious, can you come out now?" He said. I went out. And then they prayed the same you come out now?" He said. I went out. And then they prayed the sinner's prayer (praying to stop sinning to accept Jesus).

"Do you know what you have just done?" We were asked. "Why did you come out?" I want to give my life to Jesus, I said. "Which church were you going before?" the question continued . "I was a muslim," I answered. He took a special note of me. The following day, I saw the person assigned to follow me up (help me grow in Christ). These people were very serious. They came to follow me up and started taking me through conversion and after. They came everyday for 12 days. After the crusade, they invited me to the church. The pastor also was a converted muslim. He took a very special interest in me. He kept loading me with revelation and information. Excuse me sir, why is this one like this?" I asked questions. I told them that one reason I hadn't want to go to Christ before was that there were so many Christians who were not living right.

He explained to me that Christianity is an individual religion, and I should not be discouraged by the ungodly life of others. I asked him how they managed to get so many people to be at the crusade. He took me to prayer team. Those people can pray! Very well! When entered the place I felt God's power. When you enter into an air conditioned room, you feel it. That's the way I will explain it. The man told me that for anyone to be saved. God's hand is moved to do it.

They did a thorough follow up on me. They taught me a lot of things. That's how I started growing. They told me to read the Bible through and they gave me three months to do that. I read other books also. The pastor gave me a book on martyrs. He told me that I would go through persecution because of my decision to follow Jesus.

Sentenced to Death: Lo and behold, February 1996, my sister reacted. "What! You gave your life to Jesus? God forbid! You won't live to practice that religion!" She said, summoning me to Lagos. I told my Pastor, "my sister has sent for me and she knows I have given my life to Jesus Christ and she is going to cause trouble." When I got there, she was not happy with me. "E pele baba Jesus (Behold the father of Jesus).

I learnt you have given your life to Jesus. What was your problem? Have you ever come to me to ask for money and I didn't give you? The other time when you needed tyres for your car, didn't I give you tyres free of charge? What's your problem? Did you have any sickness on you?" "No," I said. "Why then did you go to church?" She asked. "I have given my life to Christ," I said. "I give you between now and tomorrow morning to come and tell me 'I have not given my life to Jesus Christ" she told me. It was as if I was carrying the whole city of Lagos on my head. I loved my sister so much. We were so close, she was my immediate elder sister. And I wanted to go to heaven. I was in a fix, so I couldn't sleep.

Around 1.00am, I fell asleep and I had a dream. I was in a storm. I was walking in a sandy place like a desert, I was walking in that desert. The wind was blowing me here and there. I was tired. There was no strength in me. I was just going lonely, tired on that journey. Suddenly, I felt somebody touch me from the back. Immediately that hand touché me, strength came. The storm stopped. When I turned to look, I saw a radiant face – I believe it's the face of Jesus; the body was transparent like glass. "Fear not," He said. "I will protect you to the end." After that statement I woke up. "Lord Jesus; You will uphold me!" I said, "So I should call the bluff of my sister."

I just went to sleep. I had peace throughout the night. "Gani (short for Abdu Ganiyu) bo si bi (come here)," my sister summoned me very early in the morning. "E karo ma (Good morning ma)." I greeted. "Ono taa jo so lana (back to the discussion we had yesterday)," she said. "E je n so nnkankan fun yin; mo iadla! (let me tell you something I dreamt?)," I said, telling her the dream. "Therefore, sister, if you don't want me, keep your money, keep any money you want to give me. I'm going with this Jesus o." "It means I won't have anything to do with you," her husband said. "Don't worry, Jesus will meet my needs," I said." I want to go with Jesus." I left their house. That was February 1986; I thought it was over, my sister hired Islamic clerics that it's either they removed Jesus from me and I'd be alive or..." I knew of all these efforts through my younger brother, he lived with me and traveled to spend holidays with them.

This brother also gave his life to Jesus and I was confronted over it. In my case, he could not stay under my roof and be saying Allahakuhuru (Allahu 'Aqbar the muslim saying for God in great). I was in it before, and I was on my way to hell. I won't allow him to practice it in my house," I told them. It was six months after that he told them that I had become a pastor.

My sister decided to stop wasting her money for clerics to change me through metaphysical means. "Eni taa ni kee yo Jesu Kuro ninu okan e, ko gbagbe Jesu (This person you are supposed to take Jesus out his mind) and now he his become a pastor."

Mad brother Healed, Mother became Christian: Somewhere along the line, one of my younger brothers ran mad. He was brought to my house. My brother was taken to hospital for treatment. But he was too violent and had to be discharged. He was taken to our house in Ijebu Ode. What could I do?

I had two intercessor, who praying with me. They were associate pastors and we were working together on church assignments. I invited them to pray with me, and agreed to pray for three days. My mother was in my house during the period. She clearly heard us. We prayed the first day and when my mother went to check on my brother in the morning, he found him healed, normal. "Jesu yii it e ma n tete dahun bayii? (so Jesus answers as quickly as this!)," she said. Omo to ya were, taa mo pe o ya were! (This child was mad; it was very obvious, we all knew it). I heard what you were saying. I heard all the prayer you said. That was how my mother became a Christ.

My sister was furious. "Gani ti so pe gbogbo won lohun maa ko wa Jesu (Gani has sworn to convert them to Christianity). My sister refused to accept Christ. "Emi ti mo to Meka, iro o o; ki n wa de Mekawia lon sosi ( I who had gone to Mecca – on pilgrimage to step into a church with my Mecca pilgrim head wear); iro o (Impossible!)" She died without accepting Christ and I wept for three days. "How did the Devil short change me?" I lamented, because she had died without Christ.

Jesus Wore A Lab Coat To Perform Surgery

By Tonye Adukeh

Tonye Adukeh made up his mind to serve God: to devote his time and energies to delivering cult members from the hands of Satan to the kingdom of God. But his activities in 'Thunderbolt Preachers' an outreach ministry to those in secret cults at the University of Port Harcourt, turned into a nightmare for him and his family. In his final year as a student, he was shot in daylight, went through three major surgeries in two weeks, received 37 pints of blood and was given up for dead by medical staff, until the Master surgeon, Jesus, stepped in and gave him life again.

Read the agony of a mother who refused to give up on her son because she served a God of miracles. A battle for life that moved from Port Harcourt to Lagos, where Jesus was waiting. On 22nd November 2001 at about 2.45 p.m I entered my mother's office in Choba, Port Harcourt. After exchanging pleasantries, my mum offered me lunch, which I gladly accepted. After lunch I informed my mum that I would like to see my project Supervisor at Offrima complex of the University of Port Harcourt. She telephoned everywhere in the compound asking each and everyone, if the saw her driver but no one saw him. At exactly 3.10p.m I told my mum not to look for the driver that it was even late to go to Offrima as my supervisor would have left. I then dropped my diskette and magazine on her table and told her that I would go and pick up something from my room at Choba Park of Uniport and join her for home at 4p.m.

As soon as I left my mum's office. I got a (bike) motorcycle that was to take me to Choba Part small gate. Just before we got to the small gate, a spot opposite a restaurant called "the Grubs", some three young men stopped the bike man. of course I thought one of them wanted to join me, only for one of them to pullout a gun and shot me off the bike. He then mounted the bike and went his way. I did not know if I was alive or dead, but I found myself on the ground and pronounced this "God, I shall not die I shall live to declare your Glory in the land of the living". After saying this I discovered I was bleeding profusely from the left side of my body. There was no one around to beckon on. Infact anyone I beckoned on, ran away. Until Jesus sent a boy on a bike. As I beckoned on him, he stopped the bike man who was carrying him and came close to me I murmured something like, my mother works in the Company down the road, please take me there". He called on some people around who had gathered on seeing the boy by my side. They put me on the bike, he supported me and they brought me to my mother's office. My mother will continue from here.

At 3.25 p.m the Security supervisor at our gate phoned to inform me that Toney my son had been as shot and that they were bringing him on (Okada) motorcycle. As soon as I was told that, I ran from my office to the Clinic without shoes, infact I was confused, but I remember that my driver brought the car and we raced to Emmanuel Clinic Rumuokwuta, where we were redirected to University of Port Harcourt Teaching Hospital (UPTH). We arrived UPTH 5.05p.m and he was put on a stretcher. All along, blood was oozing out like it was coming from faulty water tap.

At about 7p.m while on the stretcher still, Toney requested to be propped up. The nurses helped him and he was kept in a sitting position still on the stretcher. At this juncture, a female doctor came to him and requested him to hold her hand, my son could not raise his hand and could not also see properly any more, His vision suddenly became blurred, and he went pale. His face as almost white and his fingers also changed colour. All, I remembered to do was to kneel down and ask God to sent me a helper and just as I finished praying, I saw Dr. Wokoma who was our neighbor when Toney was in secondary school. He immediately sent a note to the Consultant and others. Toney was then taken to the theatre at 8p.m. From then, I was pacing up and down the front of the theatre in praise and worship, until he was wheeled out at 12 midnight. I was informed that the spleen was shattered and that the doctors cut it off completely. The disphragm was also affected, but it was repaired. The ribs casing was removed too. In all, God was working his purpose out.

A day after the operation, Toney started vomiting clots of blood and was also stooling blood. He could not sit up neither could he be kept in any other position, other than to lie on his back. His condition was not improving. While he had a tube passed through his nose, there was another tube passed into his stomach area and a cathether passed through his urethra. Seven days after, Toney was taken to the theatre again after an ultra scan result showed internal bleeding. That operation lasted for five hours. At exactly 7.30p.m NEPA struck. I found myself praising God and worshiping Him. 30 minutes after, NEPA light came back. He was then brought out of the theatre at 8p.m and sent to Intensive care Unit. We were there until on 6th of December 2001 when I was invited by the team of doctors that were handing his case, headed by Dr. Kombo. I was advised to take him to Eko Hospital. Lagos, where an Endoscopy shall be carried out on him to determine the extent of bleeding that was going on internally. Meanwhile, my son's condition was deteriorating but in all, I was focused on Christ who has always been the Author and Finisher of my faith. I thanked them and went outside to sit on the pavement. In my confused State, I did not know what to do but I remembered asking God to give me direction. I then called my husband who had gone to Abuja. He in turn called my younger brother Richard and asked him to give me N200.000 and make an air reservation for Tonye, myself and a doctor. A brother from my Parish visited me while I sat on the pavement by name bro. Attah. As he wanted to go, I told him to inform my Area Pastor that we have been referred to Eko Hospital Lagos. The next day at 6a.m my Area

Pastor Chukwugoziam and his kind wife Ngozi drove into the hospital. While Ngozi handed me an e envelop containing money, my Area Pastor said "mummy" I do not know what will happen ion between but I know that victory will be yours in the end" he prayed for me and they left. Meanwhile the brethren from Thunderbolt Sermon Preachers, Word of faith Fellowship NIFWS, RCCG, Shepherd's Hill Parish, were visiting with gifts, prayers and fasting. Infact Pastor Tibi Peters made Tonye's beside his home. On 7th December 2001, we took off for Lagos. While Architect Harcourt Adukeh was in Lagos he had him registered at Eko Hospital and arranged for an ambulance from Eko hospital to wait at Murtaia Mohummed Airport tarmac for us. As he landed Port Harcourt airport on 7th Dec. 2001 he handed us the hospital registration card and we took off. Dr. Ernest Okwuosa set up a drip in the aircraft, while 3 seats were collapsed for Tonye.

As we got to Lagos airport the ambulance was already there. They carried Tonye on a stretcher into the ambulance and we raised off to the hospital. As soon as we arrived, the Consultant, Dr. Oludara, whom I got know later as a child of God and he worships with Mountain and Fire Ministry, Lagos, was at hand to examine him. We were later admitted into the ward the same day. Tonye continued vomiting and stooling blood. Infact, it was so bad on the 8th of Dec. 2001 that Tonye after vomiting blood at about 3p.m stopped breathing. As I raised on alarm, the Consultant and his nurses came in with oxygen and drove me out of the room. A lady whose son was also on admission, held my hand and we started praying and decreeing for about 45 minutes, when Tonye started breathing again. I was informed that Tonye needed urgent surgery that day. He was taken into the theatre again for the third time on 8th Dec. 2001 at 9p.m and brought out at 12 midnight. While he was in the theatre. I was shown another roo where he would be kept after operation. And as I sat on the only chair, praying, God opened my eyes to see a girl who came to me with a white envelope. She handed the envelope to me and I saw written on it VICTORY. I was very thankful to God because I knew that the battle was over.

As Toney was wheeled out of the theatre, he was battling with severe pain. But God was a5t the same time performing His miracles. After the operation the Consultant came room the theatre with is team and prayed for Tonye. He made sure he prophesied into Tonye's life on daily basis. I also read the Scriptures regularly to his hearing, specially Roman 8.11. On 15th Dec. 2001 the Consultant ordered the nurses to stop all blood transfusions and infusions. He told the nurses to remove the sutures after seeing that the wound had healed. He also advised them to give Tonye sips of water the first day.

Brethren the next day 16th Dec. at 5a.m. Tonye woke me up and asked me to draw the blinds apart. Brethren, I saw Tonye sitting down on his bed with his legs on the ground. I was shaking like a green leaf. I wanted to know how he got to that position. He then told me that while he was awake God called him "Tonye Tonye sit up". He said "Mma God knew that on my own that was an impossible thing to do, but since the voice was His voice, I obey Him. As I tried to sit up, I fell back on the bed. He called me agsin, "Tonye try again" and here I am sitting down", I was over whelmed because hitherto Tonye could not be propped up in bed, as he would pass out. This act of God attracted a praise and worship session because I invited the nurses to come and see what the Lord has done.

Brethren between UPTH and Eko Hospital, Tonye was given 37 pints of blood. On the 17th Dec. or thereabout, Tonye called me. "Mma, I can see God in a Lab coat, I can see Him in a Lab coat. He is very busy. He is not saying anything to me, but He is very busy working". He said he would tell his friends in Port Harcourt that he saw God in a Lab coat, on the 18th Dec. 2001, Pastor Christ of Christ Embassy gave a word of prophecy during one of his TV teachings, that there was a woman in a hospital who was stooling and vomiting blood, that God has healed her. Tonye immediately claimed it and said "Mma it's me". Brethren from that day, Tonye stopped stooling and vomiting blood. Every morning before he would take either water or cereal, we gave him the Blood and the Broken Body of Jesus Christ. God stepped in completely and on 22nd Dec. 2001 we were discharged from Eko Hospital, Lagos. On 23rd Dec. 2001 we landed Port Harcourt Airport. My husband was at hand to welcome us at the tarmac Praise the Lord.

At this juncture, I want to thank, first of all, God Almighty who is the giver of life. Secondly, my amiable, understand, kind, loving, darling, husband Mr. Sunny Dikeh, who did not at anytime hesitate to bring out money for the purchase of drugs, etc. and fir settlement of both UPTH and Eko Hospital Bills. My husband also donated his blood for Tonye. My God will supply all his needs according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus. Architect Harcourt Adukeh and his lovely wife, Rev. & Mrs. Eben Spif.

And I learnt that if you take their captain away from them, their ship will go down. And then, they will look for somebody to anchor on. That day's event was a medley of too many things. One, personally I had got a lot cult leaders saved. A lot of them in all the different fraternities they had on the campus. I was in charge of outreaches, so I was always in the fore front of any outreach we had. At a point some of them believed that my cup had run over. I didn't know it any way. But once or twice they had sent messages.

"What you're doing is getting to us." They said. "So you had better stop. If you continue we will not have any more members. In every cult, when somebody offends them they try as much as possible to get you down in your findal year which is supposed to be the prime of your stay in school. After your suffering, you have nothing to show for it. Either you go down six feet below (in the grave) or they main you. That was the plan in this case. On the day I had gone to see my mum. The pressure of project and seminars was getting to me, so I needed to cool off. I went to her office, which them was at Choba. On a second thought I felt like going home with her. But I needed to see my project supervisor. I was on a bike, not knowing that they had been trailing me all day.

At that time they had an internal conflict and those that were sent to get me had just finished with the other people and were just coming out. They recognized me because I have an appreciable height: I am conspicuous. They just stopped the bike. I can picture the face of the person that had the gun. He was very handsome, had curly hair. Wore a black shirt. There were two other boys with him. They ran into the village and left him alone. He stopped in the middle of the road and told the bike man to turn round, back to Choba village.

At that point, sincerely, I wasn't scared because I had seen these scenes over the years. But I said to myself. "Let me not play superman, let me attempt to be afraid. While the bike was turning round, I jumped off. I didn't know that jumping off it was jumping to him. He had a gun where he stood. He didn't need to stretch his hand. He allow me come an appreciable distance and he used the gun. I heard the sound, but God didn't allow me to fill the impact. The ground and I stayed there. And I was looking at him. I didn't know I had been shot, I was looking at him; I was looking straight into his eyes. He walked up to me. In the campus environment when such a thing happened everyone would run away students, lecturers. He walked up to me with the gun. We were looking at each other. I looking at each other. I looked straight into his eyes. He was looking at me. After a few minutes when he was satisfied that the job had been done. He took that same bike and went straight into the village. While he was on the bike, he still turned and was looking at me.

O.K. the scene is over, let me get up, and go to my room and do what I have to do. It was then I noticed that I couldn't stand. It was as if there were stones in my belly, blocks. There was this unusual weight. After one or two seconds I heard the rupture on the let side of my body. It was devastating. I didn't want to believe that it was from my body. I used my left hand to press my stomach. It was worse than frying eggs. The heat was something else. I raised my hand again and there was in my blood. My clothes were soaked with blood. My eyes began to close. This was past three o'clock. A lot of things ran through my mind. I knew that I was in between life and death. I had to do something fast. There and then, I remembered my pastor had always taught me that no matter the situation you are in, God's Word will always be there. It's not if you remember it. It is the one that is in your spirit it's not the one you remember to quote. The Scripture that came Psalm 118 verse 17 or 18. It says that, I shall not die but live to declare the works of the Lord. There and then, there was this strength that came into me. I started to stand about six to seven times, then I fell. As I fell upside down. I was just watching every body. Nobody wanted to come near me. Everybody was running helter skelter. This person just came on a bike and was looking at me.

He carried me, put me on the bike. I fell the first time; I didn't have strength. Someone came to sit in in the back and I was put between him and the rider. They wanted to take me to the sick bay. But I remembered having been a member of Thunderbolt for many years, that it cults had fights and for any reason any of them was taken to the sick bay, the rival cult would finish up the person there the same day. I could not talk. I couldn't express myself. I held the rider and pointed towards the road. He didn't know why, but I just kept pointing. "The way?" He asked. "No, just go this way, no way. We went straight to my mum's office. I just left her any way. When she came out, it was another seenario.

The whole place (pointing to his body) I was shattered. You could see my intestines, my organs. They just bandaged the place. As they opened it, it painted me as it sucked in air. It was like a baby sucking away at a breast. All I could hear were gurgling sounds. Time was running out for me. They took me to UPTH (University Port Harcourt Teaching Hospital). I passed out on the way, we got there around 5.00p.m. then the doctors asked for police report which we didn't have. And I stayed on the stretcher till eight o'clock in the evening, before somebody came and signed on my behalf. Accepting to take responsibility. They took me to the theatre. I remember one of two things. My brother didn't have the courage to look at me. There were lots of things.

There were tubes in my nose, in my private part. There was a whole size tube very big, tied to my ribs. My ribs came out, my diaphragm was twisted. My spleen was shattered. My insde was messed up. There were lots of instruments everywhere. My brother couldn't look at me. None of my brothers could. The only person that could stand beside me was my mother. And that's why I don't joke with her.

Nowadays when I take off my clothes to bath, I see the scars. There is something Paul said in Galatains (chapter 6 verse 17) from now, let no man trouble me, for I bear on my body the marks of the Lord Jesus Christ. I tell it to you today as a story and forget. But those, scars I don't think. looking at them), seeing them I can even imagine or think. A lot of things. I had three major surgeries and each of them was something else. I remember a particular surgery when the doctor couldn't wait for anesthesia. He had to continue like that. He cut me. I don't think in life that I had ever experienced such pain. Even mentally, I couldn't shout, I couldn't cry, I was just looking at him.

"I'm sorry." He said. I can't help it. It's an emergency." Twenty minutes into the surgery, power went off. It was restored shortly after. I woke up before the anesthesia wore off. I didn't know where the pain was coming from. I fainted on the table. They had to1revive me. The third one was at Eko Hospital; in between. I was vomiting blood. I had 37 (thirty seven puts of blood transfused into me.

Q: Who was this person in the lab coat and how did your healing start? The issue of the person in the lab coat. I was saying. I have learnt something as a minister to always live in the environment of God's Word. I told her (my mum) then. I told her when we got to Eko Hospital. "There is only one thing that will deliver me from this situation and that is the Word of God." I said. I was that you're giving me strength. I know that you're giving me courage, but do something for me."

I gave her a Scripture Romans 8 verse 11, I said. "Read this Scripture to me from the Amplified Version everyday. Number two, I was not allowed to take any food or drink. I was on drip all through. But I said, I know the power of the communion of the blood and body of Christ. I asked her to please allow me to do that I asked her to give me the communion so she brought biscuits and Ribena. We actually hid it anyway. She didn't buy the idea but I knew where I was going to I would cut a bit of the biscuit their sip a little and pray over it.

After a few days. I actually saw somebody in a lab coat. Not doctor. He was somebody walking around. In fact, he was taking my case so seriously. No doctors around. Also somebody I saw with my physical eyes was with this person around. Most importantly. I would say it's a result of the effect of God's Word in my life. Not too long after that, pastor Chris Embassy while I was watching one of his programmes he gave a word of knowledge concerning me. Funny enough he even said that it was a woman this thing affected. I had a problem with it because he said it was a woman. Not too long after that , I felt that same person in the lab cost walk up to me. He sat on my bed and He said something to me that changed my life.

"When we get to heaven, there is neither male and female." He said. "That words for you." And I received it. From that day I stopped stooling blood. I stopped vomiting blood I became strong. Two to three days after, the doctor told me to start eating solid food. By then I had lost much weight, may be half my normal weight was gone.

All of this was at Eko Hospital: At UPTH that environment was not created. Thank God I left the place.

Why did God allow the experience? Conclusions? Well, well, well. One thing I know is that it is a divine matter for any man to be called. One, there is a call on my life that must be fulfilled. If for any reason God allowed it, it is to teach others in different areas. Some people will hear my testimony and their faith is stirred up. Some people will hear my testimony and healing will occur. Some people will hear my testimony and may be, a financial situation ill turn around it will bless in different areas, not only on healing. Most important, I believe it's to strengthen the body of Christ and anybody that listens to it. There are people in life today who don't believe that this kind of thing is happening. Even if the devil hears me share it, he will be convinced again that God exists and God is alive.

The day you were shot, that Scripture that you shall not die did it ever depart? Did you think that God had forsaken you at any point when it got too much and you just couldn't carry on any more?

I never thought that God had forsaken me, I never said that. What I retorted time in time out was that the pain was weighing me down, psychologically, physically. At a point I didn't believe I could carry on. Injection, surgeries, internal bleeding, internal pains. I was not sleeping I was awake day in day out I was given heavy doses of sedatives; even the strongest could not knock me out. The most for two hours between two and four hours and I would be up again.

Having been sot, the bullet generated heat in the system. The effect was very serious, especially when there was no power supply. It is not an experience that can be described. No, I never thought that God had forsaken that can be described. No I never though that God had forsaken me. Never.

From the experience, what can you say that God did specifically for you? Some things occur in your life and something we don't know that God knows us personally. We talk about the personal relationship we have with God, but in the space of time that I went through this. I think I had the best of times then in my relationship with God. The day I came back from the hospital. The day I came back from Lagos I was not allowed to go out. I was not even strong enough to walk. After one or two months I went back for check up in Lagos. After that check up I was strong enough to move.

The day I came back to Port Harcourt. As I dropped my bag in the house, I took my Bible. I have a small Bible for such purpose I went out for soul winning. That day I didn't have to talk too much. Because from the hospital I was convince aside of what I saw in the Word of God, there was power in Christianity. And I believe if not for anything, aside healing. It had an effect on me when it came to soul winning. I think that in that year. I had the highest soul winning record in my life. That year. The next February, I had about 88 (eighty eight) souls. I took a record of only that month and I won souls every month. I don't know how many souls I eventually led to Christ that year. Even in school. I was suspended because they believes that I was a cultist before the incident occurred. But they went and did their investigations. They came back and apologized. From that point, I was not here again. I was walking with God.

What are you doing now? I have just finished youth service. I work on computers from what I gathered from school. I know how to repair and maintain computers, internet services and internet security that's what am doing now.

Is there any way that you can work together with others for Christ? Preaching Christ to cult members across campuses? (Laughter). Basically, I looked into that when I came out of the hospital I had a desire to go back. But the reason I didn't go was not because anybody said so. It was simply because God told me that in that aspect I had accomplished what He wanted me to do. That it was over. Because right here, right now, in every campus. He has His people that He has raised c when especially when it comes to the issue of cultist. My own time there is over. That is the only reason.

I have not gone back to the campus. My work now is in the town. It's more on a wider scope now. I was ordained a pastor in 2003 and since than I've been doing the ministerial work that way. I am not going back to the campus. I am not even in touch with them at Thunderbolt, even in Uniport. Not because I don't want to; it's simply because God said that phase is over.

What do you consider the Christian strength that a Christian must have in tomes of troubles like this? For everyone the day of evil will come and the Bible says we should put on the whole armour of God. There must be something in your life that helped you. Can identify it? That which helped you most. The truth of the matter is that I would say I have a good torturing when it comes to God's Word. Even then on campus. I had a pastor who is still my pastor now. He single handedly taught me what it meant to hold on to God's Word. He built God's Word into me and made me always remember that no matter where you go or what you do in life this Word will never leave you. He told me that it is the Word I have in my Spirit, not the one I can quote, will keep me in the day of evil.

God's Word says it in Second Timothy, study to show yourself a work man. A work man is someone employed for labour. I became a work man, even on campus. I had to study and meditate on the Word of God. The study and meditation I had strengthened my faith when I needed it.

That faith that was already strengthened even when there was peace, when there was no trouble in life, when I didn't have there was no need (no need in quote) to face a big challenge. In those times, I was building it; I was developing it, so when the day of trouble came I was ready. I had a strong prayer life then. No argument about it.

Two weeks before then, God led me to an open field on the campus to pray. He just said. "From today be praying in tongues here. "For two weeks. I didn't know why I was praying. For days I would just go there and lie down and sleep.

And after a while, may be after 12 midnight, I would wake up and pray in tongues. I didn't know what you're doing." He told me I had a sound prayer life, but that's not the case I believe that the effect of God's Word on you is the key.

About The Author

Onyechuku M. Aghawenu and his wife Joy Aghawenu, co-founded U-turn Gospel Mission. A ministry with a mission to warn the lost, the backslider, and the lukewarm with an urgent message ...that Jesus Christ is coming very soon and that time is fast running out.

He received his ministerial training and obtain Bachelor of Christian Education(BCE), Master of Christian Education(MCE) and Doctor of Christian Education(DCE) from Freelandia Bible College and Seminary, Virginia USA and Master of theology(M.Th) from Evangel Christian University of America, Monroe USA.

Onyechuku is widely known for his Bible teaching and preaching and his online evangelistic activities. He is the publisher and editor in chief of U-turn Magazine and U-turn Journal. He is the author of several books, including What Medical Doctor Will Not Tell You, Don't Quit That Marriage ...You Can Make It Work, If You Believe All Things Are Possible, Train Children In The Fear Of God and How To Overcome Fear And Worry Through Faith In Christ Jesus

His audio and video teaching and preaching can be obtain from the following web sites: www.u-turn247.com, www.u-turngospelmission.com, www.u-turngospelliterature.com, www.doctortellnot.com

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