I joined the Mahikari in 2005 after receiving the light on average twice a week for five months (this practice is called 'okiyome' in the vocabulary of the Mahikari). After my initiation into Mahikari and receiving the omitama in the last quarter of 2005, I regularly attended the dojo. Like any new initiate, I was encouraged to invite friends and acquaintances to the dojo to receive the light or for initiation. I was unable to lead anyone until joining.
My participation in Mahikari was almost without incident until the replacement of our European leader by a Japanese. The teachings on ancestral spirits and other spirits became more intense and I was regularly asked if I had an ancestral altar in my house. Building this altar was indeed a prerequisite for the 2nd level of initiation .
The concept of ancestral altar itself really made me uncomfortable. I had already been to a few kumite houses with ancestral altar and I really didn't want one in my house. Through the sixth sense I could feel the presence of spirits in these houses and it made me uncomfortable and I did not feel willing to perform the rituals associated with these altars, such as 'feeding the ancestral spirits' every day. days. It was long after that I understood what was wrong with the altars.
Then something quite unexpected happened that tore me apart: Our Japanese leader (dojocho) asked to personally meet each kumite in order to become more familiar with us and also in order to transmit light to the souls of our ancestors through our bodies. This was supposed to uplift their souls and cleanse their sins. I made my first date. During this first meeting, he questioned me at length about my ancestors, in particular about my father who had already died 10 years ago. During this meeting, he traced my family tree. The next meeting was scheduled for 2-3 weeks later.
I showed up for the meeting. Dojocho told me that he would give me an okiyome at the 8th point (this point corresponds to the forehead) and that I should follow all of his instructions. I closed my eyes and after reading the prayer, he began to transfer the light to me. I was already warned that this session would last longer than normal by 10 min, so I was not surprised that it lasted a little longer, around 15-20 min. After the recitation of Kami Muki Sanji (the title of prayer to the spiritual world), dojocho began to invoke the spirit of my father. By the time I signed up for this session, I hadn't known he would be talking about Ancestral Spirits. This turn was surprised to me. But obediently, I remained seated with my eyes closed and he gave me the light. He also ordered me to start breathing deeply in order to breathe in the light; which I did too. Suddenly I felt aobscure and very frightening presence in the room. I was frozen but could not dare to move. Immediately, when I hadn't expected it, I felt this presence enter me.
A few moments later, dojocho ended the session. I informed him of what had happened, but he hardly believed me. I returned home, nervous, downcast, anxious and confused. I felt violated and betrayed by our spiritual leader.
Not really knowing where to turn, I turned to a Kumite woman whom I had admired for her piety and kindness. She did not know what to say except that she advised me to return to the dojocho. So I went to the dojocho a week later. He was with one of his Japanese assistants. Both remained cold and indifferent. They replied that what had happened to me was due to my bad karma. In other words, it was all my fault. Dojocho added: 'You came to me, I did not come to you'.
The following week, consumed with distress, still bearing the dark presence within me, I traveled to meet our previous dojocho, (the one who initiated me) who now ran another dojo. I hoped she would be able to send that spirit back to where it had come from. She replied, 'I'm sorry, I don't deal with spirits and therefore can't help you. All I can do is pray with you and give you light. '
Until then, I always went to the Mahikari, convincing myself that this was just a coincidence as was my bad karma. I also told myself that if I got enough light, this evil spirit would go away. I barely slept because this spirit in me did not allow me to sleep or rest. I lost a lot of weight. I was weird, depressed, and anxious, and had a hard time concentrating at work. During all the twists and turns of events, God (the TRUE living God, not the god of the Mahikari) was powerfully protecting me and I remained active despite the physical pain. I had terrible abdominal pain and had several medical examinations including colonoscopy. Fortunately, all the results were negative.
Voluntarily, I go over the details of the testimony and get straight to the point. After about two and a half months of this relentless agony, after seeking help in different spiritual circles, I encountered a shaman who was able to momentarily cast out the spirit. Three months later, this unclean spirit returned with other evil spirits. They haunted my house with noises, 'voices' and moving objects. Their dark presence was evident. The spirit that entered me first did it again. So I found myself again with abdominal pain, heart rate pains, and many other unpleasant physical symptoms. My balance was also affected. I was swaying back and forth and had to be extra careful when walking my dog.
At this moment, I did not always fully understand what was going on, it was a hard test. Unable to bear their harassment any longer, I abandoned the apartment I was renting and began to live temporarily in furnished rentals. Despite the movements, the problem persisted and the spirits (at least two of them) had followed me. My faith in the mahikari was destroyed and I felt extremely uncomfortable and fearful the few times I returned to the dojo.
However, I still pleaded with the dojocho for their help. This time he was very brutal. In the presence of the other leaders who were in the management office, he said to me angrily and aloud: 'I have no time to waste on you'. I believe the other dojocho reported the incident and my behavior did not please the Japanese hierarchy. During my second month of nomadic life, moving from one temporary apartment to another, I finally gathered my courage and returned my omitama to the dojo. I had hitherto hesitated for fear of the consequences, but at the point where I was, I had nothing more to lose!
Five months after these spirits had invaded me (in addition to the return of the ancestral spirit), I met another shaman who could send the spirits back to their places of origin. Once again, this was only a temporary solution. The problem persisted and even got worse. All this hassle lasted for two good years!
How I found deliverance:
During this period, I had to stay several times at the 'Bible belt of the United States' (translated: Belt of the Bible1). One day the burden of my problems with these demons was so heavy and oppressive that I informed my cousin over the phone of what was bothering me. He immediately said to me: 'You have come to the right place. Jesus Christ is the only one who can help you. ' My soul was ready for Jesus! After all this desperation, I felt hope again. For the first time in my life, I opened my heart to Jesus Christ. After two failed attempts, I found a good church to praise Christ and obtained my deliverance. Following fervent prayers and fasting, the Holy Spirit clearly led me to the church where he wanted me to serve God. I got baptized and surrendered my whole life to Jesus. In hisinfinite mercy , I have been totally delivered from all evil spirit. My deliverance is permanent and definitive.
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