GO TO BÉTHEL-Testimony of Brother Lisungi MBULA

 

Into the Devil's Lair

Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ!

I greet you in the name of the glorious Lord and Savior JESUS ​​CHRIST! Before starting this testimony, I invite you all to read Psalm 27: 1 with me:

The Lord is my light and my salvation,

Who will I be afraid of?

The Lord is the refuge of my life,

Who will I be afraid of?

My name is LISUNGI MBULA. I was born in Zaire (DRCongo), on January 1, 1955, in the ISANGI zone. Sub-Region of TSHOPO, Region of Haut-Zaire (Province Orientale), in a Protestant Baptist Christian family. Like the majority of the inhabitants of my sub-region, my father was a sinner. It is therefore thanks to the sale of fishing products that my father supported the expenses of the family and of my schooling.

The story I am going to tell you is a series of mysterious events that I have personally experienced.

I warn you that the facts you are about to read are beyond all natural understanding. I have practiced magic for over ten years. You don't have to believe me. On the other hand, I will be released from my obligations after having told you these facts. This is the mission I received from the Lord JESUS, namely to reveal these things long hidden.

I know that there will be people among you who will misunderstand my words. To these, I ask you to blame not on me, but on the One who sent me to you. My goal, in bringing you this testimony, is to unveil the tricks of the devil and to free, with the help of the Lord of course, some of our brothers and sisters who are still unfortunately linked to Satan and his dark practices. out of ignorance, as it is written: My people perish for lack of knowledge (Hosea 4: 6).

For over ten years the devil kept me in this ignorance, trying to convince me that his power was above all powers. But God is Love, He lifted me up from the mud where I was and I am now writing everything He did for my soul as a testimony. Alleluia!

I did not practice magic by adventure, but rather out of necessity. The circumstances of life, and especially the poverty of my parents, had a lot to do with this behavior. 

After my primary and secondary studies in Yangambi, I told myself that it would be better if I continued my higher education. So, I could work once and for all, instead of interrupting my studies, working for a while, well continuing my studies. I left Yangambi for Kisangani in 1973.

In Kisangani, I lived with my cousin. The latter managed somehow to feed her family. My brother-in-law was unemployed, and my presence at her house made her feel uncomfortable. Sometimes during the night he would beat his wife because, according to him, she did not provide him with enough food, which she did not do. I quickly understood that my brother-in-law no longer wanted me at home ... As for you, my dear brothers and sisters in Christ, practice hospitality! (Romans 12:13).

Sometimes I went on an empty stomach for two or three days. I had lost weight, I was dirty and often sick. My social situation was known to everyone, both by my classmates and by a large number of my teachers. I was at the end of my rope, not knowing what to do except give up my studies and go home.

But the idea of ​​unemployment grieved me. So I persisted, while praying.

I asked God to help me. All my prayers went unheeded. I had come so far as to doubt the existence of God. I said to myself: "My father is a Christian and he prays every day. Every Sunday, he attends worship and gives his offering if he has the possibility. Yet he still remains poor. I too live the same situation. : I am very poor, suffering, hungry, and very dirty. What evil have we done, my father and I, so that Heaven can punish us like this? The merciful GOD, the Almighty GOD whose my father has me spoken so much with admiration, does He really exist? If He exists, why does He allow me to go through such trials? "Faced with all these unanswered questions, I came to the conclusion that God does not exist not, and that it were the priests and pastors who created Him for the purpose of harming the naive. The reality was clear and clear: God did not exist! That was my reasoning.

Long afterwards, I understood why God did not answer my prayers. I prayed and asked God, without receiving what I had asked for, because I was asking badly. I asked not to fulfill God's plans in me, but rather to satisfy my own desires (James 4: 3).

One day, my professor of Systematic Botany invited me to his home. Along the way, he tells me he heard his colleagues complain about me. So he suggested that I live with him. I welcomed this good news with great joy. I immediately moved from my cousin's house to my new home. With my teacher, my social condition improved. I recovered and spent most of my time studying.

Initiation

One evening, while I was reviewing my lessons, my teacher entered my room, and said: - "I think you are well here, and your studies are going well. But one thing is certain: if you continue in life at this pace without any protection, you will not last long. Because, without this means that I want to put at your disposal, you may be able to finish your studies and work, but you will always remain poor and unhappy. I see how you sacrifice yourself to help yours. That's good, I approve of it. Besides, that's one of the reasons that push me to help you. Lucky for you, because I thought about your future I ask you one thing: be patient and courageous, because I will give you a power. "Four days after this interview, my teacher brought me a catalog. He told me to read it quietly and attentively. He gave me three days to read it. After which, I had to choose, among the various subjects presented, those which I was interested. 

The catalog in question dealt with subjects of everyday life, and prayers of magical incantations. It dealt with magic, especially the applications of magical phenomena to different areas of everyday life. I was a student, I choose the subjects that relate to my occupations, so I chose the “magic pen,” the “Egyptian pill.” and the “magic handkerchief.” Next to each subject was a caption that presented the usefulness and the instructions for use of each article.

A day after giving the catalog and my preferences to the professor, he brought me the pen, the handkerchief, and the Egyptian pill. Lifting each object one after the other, the professor said to me:

- "This magic pen has the power to write on its own. You just have to put it between the sheets during an exam, and it writes the correct answers by itself. But to avoid attracting the attention of the other participants, you will be able to pretend to write, or to scribble anything on the page. At the correction, the corrector will see only the correct answers ... This Egyptian pill has the function of stimulating weak memories. "

The professor handed me the pill and went to get some water. He asked me to swallow the pill while drinking the water he had given me, which I did. Then he continued:

- This handkerchief of domination will be used to impose your will on others. You just have to pass it twice on your face and all your suggestions will be accepted unanimously.

The professor sat down and looked at me in silence with a grave expression. He looked like a father who wanted to entrust his son with a task he knew beforehand was painful. Then he said this to me:

- For two years, you should eat only raw food.

From that date, it was no longer possible for me to eat prepared foods, not even salted. Because heat must be used to make salt, and salt was also prohibited. I ate only fruits, raw eggs, and certain roots like tubers: carrots, cassava, sweet potatoes. etc ... I could easily get these foods, since I lived at the teacher's house. After two years, I resumed a normal diet.

I cannot continue the rest of this testimony without specifying that the Polish professor in question here is a priest of the Roman Catholic Church. The fact that he invited me to live with him had aroused feelings of guilt in me, because of the conclusions I had hastily drawn regarding the non-existence of God. Because I had said to myself that God existed anyway, and that it was He who had sent His servant to my aid.

So what was my astonishment to see a Catholic priest initiate me into Indian magic! The attitude of this priest confirmed in me the idea that God did not really exist. In fact, if God existed, it was the priests who had the best chance of knowing Him better, because of their privileged position. According to the catechism of the Roman Catholic Church, priests have the role of acting as intermediaries between God and the faithful. Despite the fact that this priest celebrated Mass every day, he knew the truth, and that truth was that God did not exist. This is why he revealed to me the path par excellence, that of magic, therefore that of happiness. That was my reasoning at the time.

A year after the teacher forbade me to eat prepared foods, I saw a great transformation in my being. I had become very intelligent. I could read the minds of my interlocutors. I could know their identity, date of birth and address, without them telling me anything beforehand. All the lessons seemed to me to be simple revisions. During the four years spent in higher education, I only distinguished myself, from preparatory to third graduate.

When the two years of observance of the diet imposed by the professor were completed, this penny did not hide his satisfaction with me. He promised to start some serious things with me.

He tells me:

- But before we get there, I'll give you protection.

From that moment on, I could eat all the foods of my choice and consume all the drinks possible. The ban was lifted. Two weeks passed, after the professor promised me the protection in question. He brought me a new catalog titled: "ATLAS OF GOOD LUCK IN ALL THINGS." This time, without consulting my point of view, he pointed out a subject in the catalog, and said:

- I give you the GREAT DIVINE FORCE OF THE GREAT ASHANTI.

Using a pair of scissors, he cut a section of my hair and put it in a bottle. Then he picked up some dust under my right heel and wrapped it in white paper. He explained to me:

- These things thus taken from your body will serve to keep you, in difficult times.

He put these things in a drawer, then added:

- This divine force has the power to protect you against bullets, snakebites, wizards, against death by drowning, fire, asphyxiation or accident ... It also gives you protection against any visible enemy or invisible. In short, against all danger and all harm.

The professor took a six-jewel ring from his pocket, gave it to me and said:

- This talisman will give you the necessary strength to fight against twenty-one people, and to defeat them. You can overcome the physical laws of nature as you wish: weightlessness, altitude, space and time ...

Experimentation

Endowed with all these powers and protections, I resolved to experience them. It wasn't that I doubted the veracity of the professor's words, but I wanted to test my power first, and then prove to myself that I was important. It is for these things that I willfully put poison in my food. When I approached my hand the jar that contained the poisonous food, it broke itself into pieces, even before my hand touches.

One day, some friends tried to poison me. They placed a layer of powdered sulfuric acid on the plate reserved for me, and invited me to dinner. It wouldn't be saying too much to add that I knew in advance that my plate was poisoned. If I had refused to eat. They would have suspected something, or a traitor among them had informed me of their infamy. So, to convince my friends of my superiority over them, I had to eat this poisoned dish. In front of everyone, my plate fell as my fork touched the food, spilling its contents. Then late, my friends apologized and confessed their act to me. They told me that their bad behavior towards me had been dictated by my boasting and my pride towards them.

What they said was true. I wanted them to know that I was no longer an ordinary man. My goal was achieved, because from this incident, my friends corrected their position towards me. They saw me as a superman, protected by invisible beings. No two could not think badly of me without feeling cold sweat. That was my desire: the madness of grandeur. I was therefore invulnerable.

Women didn't tell me anything worthwhile. But, with my magic handkerchief, I could break their will and force them to do what I wanted them to do.

One day, I quarreled over a woman with a soldier, a commando, only to advertise myself. This commando was renowned for its wickedness in the region. When he learned of my love with his concubine, he violently beat her. The poor woman did not understand what was happening to her. She was spending the commando's money for my benefit.

Once it happened that the commando was informed by the parents of the girl of my affair with her. In reality, this woman loved her lover, but, because she was under my power, that is to say under the spell, she could not act against my will. This situation was known to everyone and everyone was talking about it. The commando had become the laughing stock of the entire population of Kisangani. He was overwhelmed by the success I had with his girlfriend, despite the corrections he inflicted on her. Driven by jealousy, because it was for him a question of dignity and self-esteem, the commando decided to kill me. The poor man didn't know that by doing this he was making my plans come true. So he made the decision to eliminate me.

All that remained to be determined was where my execution would take place.

After having spun me for several days, something I knew in advance, the commando met me in an uninhabited place. It was around 6:30 p.m., it was a little dark. In reality, it was I myself who had organized this chance meeting, because this situation had lasted too long, it had to be brought to an end. The commando approached me without saying a word. He pulled a gun from one of his trouser pockets, drew it, and fired three times at me at point blank range. The echo of gunshots echoed through the trees. I felt like a tickle the impact of the bullets on the skin of my chest and stomach. I scratched my skin where I felt the tickle, and found myself with all three balls in my hand. In a sublime gesture,

No witness had witnessed this scene. The act had taken place with such rapidity that his brain did not have time to register this information. The soldier was dumbfounded, not understanding what was happening to him.

I quickly realized that he didn't want to shoot anymore. He had lost his mind and had gone mad. In fact, he had gone mad.

What pride was mine when I experienced that even bullets fired at point blank range did not harm me! The impossible no longer existed for me. I could fly through the air like a bird, I could walk through a door or go through a wall, I could make myself invisible if I wanted to, etc ...

I realized that if God existed, I had to be God myself, or that I was close to being! I had nothing in prospect, but I was feared and respected as I wanted. Nothing and no one could worry me.

Several days after that, a friend came to tell me that he had heard that there was a convent of Catholic nuns here in Kisangani, one of the admission requirements was that the postulant had to be a virgin.

This news interested me a lot. The idea occurred to me to verify this Information on the spot. In the evening, I made myself invisible. I knew several ways to make myself invisible.

I went to the convent, in a state of invisibility. I entered the nuns' dormitory without any problem, and there I made myself visible. Using my magic handkerchief, I made myself master of any will contrary to mine, and I abused these poor nuns, who could neither cry out nor ask for help, because everything took place outside their will. My package ended, I left as I had come.

The next morning, as if to sign my act, I returned to the convent and asked the nuns if they were still virgins. Some of them recognized me as the nocturnal visitor. For lack of evidence and given the baseness of this act, none dared to file a complaint against me. Some nuns mourned the loss of their virginity which they had consecrated to the Lord.

Dear brothers and sisters in Christ, even today I remember these shameful facts. My memory makes me relive the atrocity of this act, and I see again the scene of these young nuns mourning the loss of their chastity promised to the Lord ... Later, I realized the gravity of my sin when I discovered these writings:

Any other sin that a man commits, that sin is outside the body. But he who indulges in fornication sins against his own body (1 Cor. 6:18).

I thank God for the abundance of His grace towards me. Glory to God!

Sometimes I did some magical outdoor performances to amuse the gallery and to make myself popular. Using a wire that women use to braid their hair, I could stop a moving vehicle, and force it to back up without the wire cutting. The spectators were extremely happy, and people came in droves to admire this phenomenon.

In reality, it was not the fit that exerted any pressure, but the legion of spirits who were at my service, and who were pushing the vehicle back. The fit was there only to deceive. This was the known face of the magic I practiced. Apart from these representations, no one could suspect what I really was in magic, except of course the professor and a few initiates. I was well known in Kisangani. Even little children knew my name and sang of my exploits. There was talk of words everywhere.

This notoriety caused me some serious problems. One day, without knowing the reason for which I was accused, I saw public order agents come with a warrant that bore my name. I followed them without protesting, in order to find out what I was being accused of, and at the same time to know the identity of my complainant. When we arrived at the Gendarmerie, the officer in charge of the investigation of the case ordered his agents to throw me in the dungeon. Before the gendarmes seized me, I found time to say to the officer:

- Citizen Adjutant, know that whatever the motive, I can only be arrested, tried, condemned, beaten or imprisoned if I want to.

My words were like gasoline thrown on a flame. That is to say, they stoked the anger of the officer. It was a great insult to him that I spoke such language to him in public. Helped by two gendarmes, he jostled me with great brutality in the dungeon, the lock of which he locked. He pocketed the key, so that no one came to free me without first going through him. Back in his office, he found me sitting in the chair. When he entered, I told him:

- Come on, sit down and let's talk.

But my interlocutor no longer wanted to talk to me. Looking at his face, I saw a whole series of emotions expressed. From serenity, he passed to anger, then to great astonishment, to end with a blissful, haggard smile, without any expression. The man had lost his way and started running around the room like little children playing a game of hide and seek. It was not a pretty sight. In short, the Adjutant had gone mad.

Seeing what had happened to him, I took pity on him. I ran to grab him, and put his mind back in place with some magical words learned from the professor.

- It's your fault! I said to him, when he had recovered his senses. I resumed:

- If you had listened to my words, we wouldn't be here.

To console him, I gave him a bulletproof vest. Later a good fellowship ensued between the officer and me. The incident was quickly forgotten. Although I had all this power, I did not have peace. At first, I felt the joy of having a strength that other people could not even suspect existed. But, over time, my desires increased. The objects or acts that gave me joy faded in my memory due to the monotony. As a saying goes, “Habit is second nature.” I found it normal for things to turn out the way I did. Nothing astonished me anymore, and nothing gave me joy. I noticed that everything I was doing was really not benefiting me. I

I communicated this situation to the professor. The latter replied that he had given me everything. I just had to want it to get all the money I needed. With the six-jewel ring I owned, I could make objects weighing more than 50 kgs disappear from more than 50 meters away.

On the spot, the professor gave me an object which he called "magic tube." He tells me:

- This tube has several applications in the field of magic. You can with this tube read, see, keep, move, search, calculate, evaluate ... There are many ways to get money. I don't want to introduce you to all of these methods at once. But we will study them gradually. The first method is called "smart theft." This method consists of ordering the wandering spirits to bring you money.

You can specify the location, quantity, time and nature of this money. When it appears, it will be accompanied by a number. This number indicates how long it takes you to spend it. This money is stolen from stores or banks by wandering spirits, here are the conditions for "smart theft":

- with this money, you will not be able to buy any lasting good.

- at the agreed time, all the money will have to be spent.

- You see that apart from these two conditions, you can do with this money whatever you want. Here is the punishment reserved for those who do not respect our demands: either they die or they go mad.

Some explanations are necessary for a better understanding. We call this method "smart theft," because the theft will not be discovered, since the money will be returned to its place before the owner realizes it is missing. You must not buy durable items, because everything must disappear when the time limit expires. So if you keep this money, you risk dying. After you buy a non-durable item, if the money you give to the seller is put together with regular money, that money will disappear along with the regular money after the delay. You don't get anything for nothing in this world, my son. This disappearing ordinary money is used to replenish secret funds, and will later be used to acquire other customers.

 If we have no mercy on the recalcitrant, it is because if the money is not exhausted, it is we who must fill the void that is lacking. So if the customer dies. It is so that he comes to work for us to reimburse the money we had to pay in his place. If the customer goes crazy, it's because the ordinary money that has disappeared was enough to cover the losses, without causing any damage to us. But the client will still be punished for breaking orders, and also for making us work for nothing. Experiment with this method first. When you find out its drawbacks, I'll teach you another possibility. Remember my words: patience and courage. In the meantime, have fun! is not exhausted, it is we who must fill the missing void. So if the customer dies. It is so that he comes to work for us to reimburse the money we had to pay in his place.

 If the customer goes crazy, it's because the ordinary money that has disappeared was enough to cover the losses, without causing any damage to us. But the client will still be punished for breaking orders, and also for making us work for nothing. Experiment with this method first. When you find out its drawbacks, I'll teach you another possibility. Remember my words: patience and courage. In the meantime, have fun! is not exhausted, it is we who must fill the void that is missing. So if the customer dies. It is so that he comes to work for us to reimburse the money we had to pay in his place. If the customer goes crazy, it's because the ordinary money that has disappeared was enough to cover the losses, without causing any damage to us. But the client will still be punished for breaking orders, and also for making us work for nothing. Experiment with this method first. When you find out its drawbacks, I'll teach you another possibility. Remember my words: patience and courage. In the meantime, have fun! money we had to pay in his stead. If the customer goes crazy, it's because the ordinary money that has disappeared was enough to cover the losses, without causing any damage to us. But the client will still be punished for breaking orders, and also for making us work for nothing. Experiment with this method first. 

When you find out its drawbacks, I'll teach you another possibility. Remember my words: patience and courage. In the meantime, have fun! money we had to pay in his stead. If the customer goes crazy, it is because the ordinary money that has disappeared was enough to cover the losses, without causing any damage to us. But the client will still be punished for breaking orders, and also for making us work for nothing. Experiment with this method first. When you find out its drawbacks, I'll teach you another possibility. Remember my words: patience and courage. In the meantime, have fun! When you find out its drawbacks, I'll teach you another possibility. Remember my words: patience and courage. In the meantime, have fun! When you find out its drawbacks, I'll teach you another possibility. Remember my words: patience and courage. In the meantime, have fun!

I remembered every word the professor said. A few days after this interview with the professor, after weighing the pros and cons of "smart theft," I decided to experience it. Sitting in my living room, I carried out the procedures intended to obtain the money. Just as the professor had told me, I specified the data well: the place, the hour, the quantity or the number, and finally the nature of the requested species.

For the place and time, I had indicated that the money appears on the table in my living room at two o'clock.

Regarding the quantity and nature of the money, I had specified twenty kilos in denominations of ten zaires.

I made a mistake as to the quantity, because at two o'clock a mountain of ten zaire denominations appeared on the table. There was a note to the recipient indicating the number ten. Which indicated that I had ten hours in front of me to remove this mountain of money from my table.

After calculation, I found that I should have spent everything by midnight exactly. A mingled joy of fear seized me as I pocketed quantities of banknotes to go and spend them. When I left my room, the first person I met was the professor's servant. He asked me for a cigarette, and I gave him 500 zaires in ten denominations. Continuing on my way, I borrowed a taxi to drop me off downtown, towards the shops. I gave the driver five times the normal fare. So as not to arouse his curiosity, I complimented him by telling him that it was because he had led me quickly to the place I wanted that I was doing him this favor.

In town, I looked at the items through the store windows. A shirt caught my attention. As I was about to go in to buy it, I heard a voice saying to me:

- No durable items!

This voice was familiar to me, it was the professor's. I say to myself, walking away from the store:

- The teacher loves me very much, he doesn't want me to die or go mad. This is why his voice reaches me here to warn me of the danger of disobedience.

I took my steps towards a European restaurant. Since I was forbidden to buy durable items, I might as well spend on food, for revenge. I ordered expensive food. All the money I had carried was exhausted. I hailed a cab and informed the driver that he would receive the fare when he brought me back to where he had picked me up. I gagged when I got to the living room where the money was. The money I had taken before going out had been replaced by other bills. Was this reality or had I dreamed? I do not know. It was 3 pm by my watch, and there was still plenty of money on the table. I pocketed a large amount of money, more than the first, and left. I was tormented by the

The driver was waiting for me at the wheel of his car. Without saying a word, I took a seat next to him. My ideas were elsewhere. I tell myself that this one would have some for his own account when he saw his empty case the next morning.

The taxi dropped me off at the same place where he had picked me up, that is to say at the European restaurant, I gave him a large sum of money, without saying anything to him, because he himself was aware that I was there. had made me wait a long time.

That day some of my friends were in the restaurant. I remember offering a general tour at my expense. Everyone ate and drank at my expense. It did me good to take the money out of my pocket to spend it in plain sight. Before my guests finished their consumption, I demanded the bill. I paid cash and I slipped away, for fear that some curious people would start asking questions about the source of this money. I went back and forth between the house and the city center several times to evacuate the 20 kgs of 10 zaire notes.

It may seem simple to you. But spending such a sum in 10 hours, in Kisangani, in 1976, was not easy. At 10 p.m. there was still a large amount of money on the table. A cold sweat seized me, and I was seized with an excruciating fear: fear of dying, fear of going mad. I remembered the professor's words when he recommended me courage and patience. A little calm then softened. I told myself that I still had two hours ahead of me, and that there was no question of letting myself be discouraged. We had to change spending tactics.

Oh! My dear brothers and sisters, it is better to work for Jesus than for Satan! For Jesus' yoke is easy and His burden light (Mat. 11:30). I still remember that night like it was yesterday. I threw the money in the air in a funeral ceremony, of which I didn't even know the deceased! I rushed into a bar, and asked the consumers what their tastes were. Then I emptied my pockets in front of them without touching a single glass, for fear of getting drunk, and not being able to spend all the money I had. It was pitiful. Maranatha! Come, Lord Jesus!

Around 11:30 p.m., I only had a few bundles of banknotes left on the table. The professor's servant, instead of buying only the cigarette he had asked for, had also bought himself a drink.

During all the comings and goings I had made, I noticed an elongated shape in the courtyard, but I didn't know it was the servant. The poor man, applying the Roman principle of making the most of the day, had spent all the money. Now he was sleeping in the yard, dead drunk.

At midnight, I didn't have a penny left, and I could utter a "phew" of relief. That night, in my bed, I reflected on all I had done that evening, gazing up at the ceiling of my bedroom. I conclude that in the future I would only ask for amounts of less than 20 kilos.

A few days later, I resorted to “smart theft again.” This time, I refrained from increasing the quantity, for fear of going back to the same situation as the first time. I noticed that the time set for spending the money was not constant in each case: it varied according to the quantity requested.

Several days passed. I found that the money, obtained by the method of "smart theft" was of no use to me. I was forbidden to buy a simple slip, not even a pocket square. If I tried to do it, I risked madness or death. My parents were always poor. I was unable to help them. I couldn't send them my money, lest they put it with their savings, and it would all disappear when the deadline expired.

I decided to go find the professor so that he would give me another possibility of finding money.

Before revealing this possibility to me, the professor gave me a piece of advice:

- You are still too young to understand the problem of money. Make your request to this address and wait to hear their answer.

He gave me an address in India. After he left, I hurriedly drafted my request for money to be sent to India by theft. We then use spirits to route the mail. This method is renowned for its speed. A 5 minute delay is rare when using this method. The usable mailboxes can be the toilets, the beds, the sideboard, the tables, the cupboards, etc ...

Five minutes later, I received the response, the content of which is:

"You Zairians who ask for money, know that money does not buy money, or that a Zaire does not buy a Zaire, And then this money cannot reach you by itself. comprehension."

At the bottom of the letter, there was, as a signature, a coffin and a skull. The letter was written, signed and sealed in red ink. I took it to the teacher after reading it. The latter, without even glancing at it, said to me:

- It's like I told you, my son. In this world, there is nothing for nothing. I think you are still too young to understand.

The professor's response and that of the letter implied that in order to receive the money I needed, I had to sacrifice a human life. I told the teacher that I didn't have anyone to sacrifice to get money. I preferred to die poor like my father, rather than to be rich and responsible for a human life sacrificed in order to meet certain temporary needs. Kill a person? I couldn't believe it! My emotion made the professor smile. He suggested a third possibility for me to get money. He said to me:

- I accept that you still have scruples to sacrifice a human life. I understand you because of your age. I know that when the need arises more, your scruples will disappear. In the meantime, I inform you that there is a third possibility, which is moreover the most widespread among magicians. If you want, I'll give you two pills. The first stamp will make you loved by women. No woman in the world will be able to resist your call, even if you were ugly. She will come and you can do with her what you want.

The second seal has the power to make conceive a woman whom you will know, even if she is sterile.

Do not forget that if you unite with a woman, you form one body with her. Thus, instead of sacrificing yourself, you can sacrifice your own flesh which is your wife, or your own blood which flows in the veins of your children. To avoid the loss of these dear people, which causes grief, remember that you can do this: every time you sleep with any woman, you can write down her name and give her a large sum of money. money as a gift. The name thus identified will be placed on a list. Later, if the need arises at our headquarters, all you have to do is cross one name off this list, and the person whose name is crossed off the list will die.

- In reality, this person does not die in an absolute way, because, after what is called "death," his soul will go to work for you, in search of new sums of money to give to you. If it doesn't suit you to sleep with just any woman, you can take "offices," (ie a second or third woman). The children born to these unions will be registered on the list. When the need arises at headquarters, you will delete a name from this list and the child will die. You will be given a large sum of money as a reward, so that the mourning ceremonies will be done with pomp. Nobody will think of suspecting you of the loss of the child, not even the mother in any case. For those around you,

Strangely enough, this whole theory didn't interest me at all. The idea of ​​sacrificing a human life for the sake of money repelled me greatly. So I accepted my fate. I resigned myself to my condition. This resignation continued without disturbing the professor with my money problems.

I open a parenthesis before continuing this testimony, in order to warn my sisters of the devil's tricks. Beware of you, my sisters, if you like luxury and prestige. Beware if you agree to become "second or fourth office" ... My sisters, if you are not married, do not prostitute yourself.

Instead, pray to God to give you a husband. For it is written: "Male and female created he them" (Genesis 1:27).

JESUS ​​CHRIST our Lord, in whom we have faith, made several promises, one of which is this: “If you ask anything in my Name, I will do it” (John 14:14).

By agreeing to become an "office" (that is, someone else's second or third wife), you are prostituting yourself. You defile your body which is, remember, the temple of the Holy Spirit (1 Cor. 6: 18-19). In addition, you may come across a magician in search of a soul that he can offer to his master. If so, you automatically lose your life. For you who are married, if you notice that your husband is wearing jewelry on his body, do not think that it serves as an ornament. If he is a magician, these objects serve as a point of contact between him and his masters. You may notice that your husband's business is growing more and more, and you think that you are lucky that you ran into a lucky man in business. Yes and no. Yes, s'

Indeed, the magicians and the followers of certain dark sects obtain their money by occult thefts. The devil is cunning. If a new customer signs a money pact with him, he does not immediately grant him millions, but gradually gives him more and more: a drink shop, a bar, a "hotel," cars ...

The devil's principle is this: since you use this money to support your life and to meet your expenses, in return you must pay with your life all these benefits. All those large sums of money that you waste to maintain your "standing" are in fact the price of your blood, that of your children, which you destroy by your ignorance. You will die prematurely, not so that your soul can go to rest while waiting for the coming of the Lord, but rather to go to work in search of other sums, intended to fill the voids that you have created by satisfying your whims.

During all my time in the service of evil, I noticed that the devil had more hold on women than on men. He used women a lot to accomplish his evil designs. Your only weapon is prayer and faith.

Someone may give you jewelry as a gift at a party or birthday. If this person does magic, you will notice an abnormality in your life, especially the frequent lack of blood in children. Or, if you are used to keeping your savings at home, large sums of money will disappear without you being able to understand the reason. This is all because of the jewelry that has been given to you, or that you have even purchased.

The jewelry we encounter in life is not all made from minerals. I know some that come from elsewhere.

In the land of the goddess Maharashathie

None of the possibilities or methods of obtaining money made available to me by the teacher satisfied my wishes. My concern was to enjoy money like everyone else, without having time limits set for me. By "everyone," I meant rich men. I wanted to get the money that could allow me to help my parents in Yangarnbi, to start a family later, etc. Despite the fact that I practiced magic, I felt love for: my own. I sometimes thought of the means that could enable me to improve their living conditions. I had thought of sending them the "smart robbery" money, as all other methods required the sacrifice of a human life, something I hated.

It was, however, the only possibility of coming to their aid. But I did not use this method to help my family, because this money had to disappear after the deadline expired.

I was convinced that I was not really enjoying the money the way I intended. That's why I went to find the teacher. I asked him to remember if he couldn't find a way to get money without human sacrifice, and money that wouldn't go away. The professor listed the three possibilities available to me, then he fell silent. I thought he had no other resources, that he was at his end, and that was the reason he reminded me of his blessings. After a moment of silence, he shrugged his shoulders, as if to express resignation, then he said:

- Then you need a wife.

I did not understand the meaning of the professor.

I said to myself: "Does he intend to marry me a girl or has he already done so without telling me?"

The professor came back to see me three days after our interview. He explained this to me:

- last time, I told you about a woman, as a solution to your problem. You know that a woman satisfies almost all of a man's needs. In other words, it is towards the woman that all the needs of the man end, apart from the personal bodily needs. We will travel to the land of the goddess Maharashathie. This is where we will find a woman who can solve your problems. But, before going there, it is necessary to impose a certain physical and psychological discipline on us. Indeed, all our protections and our powers are ineffective in his universe.

 This discipline consists of fasting, while reciting certain incantatory prayers in a precise order, for a period of five days. This treatment aims to harden our hearts against the attempts of the goddess. She has a lot of traps in her universe. If someone succumbs to one of their temptations, or if someone pleases them, it is difficult to make the journey home. It would then be death. You see that it is easier to enter the land of the goddess than to leave it.

Due to the fact that the majority of her population is female, the goddess hardly lets her male guests leave, so that they return to their country. To my knowledge, here are some of its pitfalls: the goddess hardly lets her male guests leave, so that they return to their country. To my knowledge, here are some of its pitfalls: the goddess hardly allows her male guests to leave, so that they return to their country. To my knowledge, here are some of its pitfalls:

fear, fear, astonishment, panic. etc ... We must refrain from one of the feelings I have just mentioned. I know we won't do it on our own. This is why we must observe this five-day fast to implore the mercy of the goddess Maharashathie and to control our will, that is, not to do what we would like, and not to do what we would not like. not to do.

Dear brothers and sisters in Christ, you see how, in order not to be seduced by demons, I had to fast for five days, in order to achieve demonic goals. How much more should we who are children of God pray and fast to resist the lusts of the world (1 Cor. 9:25)! It was a parenthesis.

There is in Kisangani, capital of the Haut-Zaire region, a river called TSHOPO, a tributary of the Zaire river. A hydroelectric dam was erected there before its confluence with the Zaire River, thus forming a waterfall called "force of the East" in Kisangani. It is a strategic location for the economy of the Haut-Zaire Region, due to the hydroelectric energy produced. The soldiers stand guard there 24 hours a day. It is in this place called "force of the East" that we met, the professor and I, five days later, in the night, around one o'clock in the morning.

The lime was long gone. It was dark. A cool wind swept our faces. Only the sounds of insects at the edge of the water disturbed the silence of the night. The water was still flowing, continuing its crazy course that had started a long time ago.

We approached the waterfall in silence. Five Green Berets stood guard, rifles in hand. All the soldiers fell asleep after the professor had uttered a few conjurations of magical hypnosis. Everything seemed to me like a dream. We approached the water's edge without any military intercepting us. The professor began to invoke the manifestation of the goddess Maharashathie, by occult prayers accompanied by cabalistic gestures. A great silence is established around us. The wind stopped blowing and the insects stopped singing.

A huge, large snake springs from the water. This serpent had seven heads. A kind of light emanated from each head that illuminated the surface of the water and its surroundings. The serpent's trunk measured the same circumference as that of the Bethel tam-tam, that is, six feet in diameter. Under other circumstances, the appearance of such a snake might well have frightened me. But, at that moment, it left me cold. All these events, and those which followed, did not provoke any reaction in me, everything seemed normal to me.

A woman appeared below the serpent, a woman of rare beauty, Indian type. She introduced herself:

-I am the Maharashathie goddess of India, to serve you.

The timbre of her voice expressed an excessive femininity. The teacher says:

We come, O goddess Maharashathia, to visit you and seek help which only you in any universe can provide to us.

- You are my guests. So welcome to my world. Follow me please.

When she asked us to follow her, she turned to show us the way to her universe.

An extraordinary event took place before my eyes. The water, the snake and the darkness disappeared to make way for an unreal and fairy world. For the first time in my life, my eyes discovered a different world from the one I had lived in until then.

There was a light that did not come from the sun or the moon. The color of the firmament was purple. I didn't notice any plant life. In place of the ground there was a substance comparable to tar mixed with cement, the whole being covered with glass ...

I have never visited an American or European city, but I imagine that such a city cannot exist on earth. We were the guests of the goddess. She showed us around her world. Almost the entire population was made up of women. My impression was that all these women looked alike. They all display equal beauty. Nothing disturbed the calm, serenity and peace of this mysterious world. The people were kind, welcoming and hospitable.

The visit ended, we went to the residence of the goddess. After a few minutes of rest, the goddess invited us to the banquet offered in our honor. There were many guests at the banquet, including the queen, princesses and duchesses. During the banquet, the professor wanted to explain the motive for our visit, but the goddess prevented him, saying that we would have plenty of time to talk about it later.

After the meal, the professor and The goddess retired to another apartment in the residence. The queen and other guests kept me company in the absence of the professor. I was already worried about the prolonged absence of the goddess and the teacher, when I saw them leave the room where they had retired. The professor made me understand by a nod that everything had gone well. So we had to go home. I took leave of my hosts, then, accompanied by the goddess, we set out again towards the place by which we had entered. During the ride, the goddess held my hand familiarly.

We arrived at our starting point. One thing happened, and the occult universe vanished to make way for the river and the seven-headed serpent. The goddess was with us and still held my hand, like old friends. She said goodbye and let go of my hand. She turned and disappeared from our sight.

The lights that came from the seven heads of the giant serpent, as well as the serpent itself, also vanished into the water, leaving us in great darkness.

Around us, life had resumed. The soldiers were still asleep, under hypnosis. We had to hurry and get home, lest people very early in the morning see us and wonder about our presence in such a place at 4:30 in the morning. Back in the city, each went to sleep to recover the sleep lost during this remarkable journey. In the afternoon of the same day, the professor came to me and explained this to me:

- When I slipped away with the goddess, I explained your problem to her. She confided in me that there was in you a force which attracted her excessively towards you. She thought I was bringing her a follower and insisted a lot that you stay there for a while. I let him know the reason for our visit. She cared so much for you, so much so that she offered to come personally serve you. I refused, because if I had accepted, she would have come and would have persuaded you one day to follow her to her country. You would have, because she is much more powerful than you. I begged her to take no interest in you. She categorically refused, but, at my insistence, she finally accepted. But, on the other hand, she set you difficult conditions, that you will have to fulfill if you want to have a woman who can solve your money problems and who will fulfill all your desires. Careful, my son! However, you are free to refuse if these conditions prove to be beyond your means. But know that if you refuse, you can also say goodbye to your money plans. Here's what you need to do if you want to continue. Tonight you will find a pack of 17 cards at your bedside. 

Each card presents a photo of a woman, among these 17 photos, you will choose the one that you like the most, and you will make a sign above the card. It is this woman who will become your wife. But know that if you refuse, you can also say goodbye to your money plans. Here's what you need to do if you want to continue. Tonight you will find a pack of 17 cards at your bedside. Each card presents a photo of a woman, among these 17 photos, you will choose the one that you like the most, and you will make a sign above the card. It is this woman who will become your wife. But know that if you refuse, you can also say goodbye to your money plans. 

Here's what you need to do if you want to continue. Tonight you will find a pack of 17 cards at your bedside. Each card presents a photo of a woman, among these 17 photos, you will choose the one that you like the most, and you will make a sign above the card. It is this woman who will become your wife.

The professor then explained to me how I should arrange the large table in my living room, to prepare for the visit that these 17 women were to make me. He pursues:

You will be awakened at midnight by the visitors. These will be the 17 women on the cards. But be careful not to make your choice tonight. They will come to seduce you in different ways, to make you succumb. If you manage to resist until 4 o'clock when they leave, you will know your wife, because she will not leave with the others. This is the one you will have chosen on the cards. 

Watch out, my son, if you succumb to the charm of one of them, which is not the one you had chosen! Because the one you will have known will take you into the world where we were yesterday. In other words, you will die in our world, but you will continue to live in the land of the goddess. This is one of the conditions set by the goddess. So, in order not to run the risk of making a mistake, you must resist until at the start of all the others. Well!

Now, I think I told you everything in detail. Up to you to decide.

I had no choice. I tell myself that if I refused these conditions, the teacher would not be happy with me. Therefore he would never give me any other method of getting the money I needed again.

Besides, If I let this opportunity pass, I could no longer hope to get money like everyone else. I had no choice. So I accepted.

As my teacher had told me, in the evening, around 7:30 p.m., I found a packet of Cards under my pillow. Each card represented a beautiful woman dressed in light and transparent clothes. It took me a long time to contemplate the faces of these unreal beings. It was the perfection of beauty.

Then came the critical hour when I had to make my choice, choose the one who would be my wife forever. I had no point on which to base my reasoning, for all were equally beautiful.

After a good moment of indecision, I had the idea of ​​making my choice by drawing lots. I scattered the cards on the table, closed my eyes, and my hand fell on a card, above which I waved in a corner.

The next day, I went to the market to buy everything the teacher had asked me to buy, drinks and food. I arranged the living room according to the teacher's instructions, and fell asleep at 8:30 p.m. in my bed.

The wife

At midnight, I felt that someone was touching me to gently wake me up. I opened one eye because I was still sleepy. In the dark, I discovered that a woman was trying to wake me up, without brutality with kisses and caresses. I could read in each of his movements a deep tenderness and love. I got up and walked to the living room. There, I was greeted by the applause of my visitors, I noticed that all the women presented on the cards were there, very real and very beautiful.

For several hours, all of them contrived to seduce me by all possible means, means worthy of children of perdition. Everything made me succumb. But the professor had been strict on this point: not knowing any of them before the departure of the sixteen others. Because I no longer recognized the one I had chosen, and I could not risk my life by sleeping with one of them at random.

Seeing that I did not succumb to their advances, the women used all the resources of their evil seduction. Dear brothers and sisters in Christ, I recognize that without the hardening discipline to which I had submitted myself during the five days, I would have succumbed to the onslaught of provocations of these 17 women. At four o'clock, therefore, they said goodbye to me and left as they had come, that is to say, through the walls. One of them stayed. It was therefore my wife, the one on whom my choice had fallen.

The one who hadn't left approached me. She kissed me for a long time. Having put herself next to me, she said:

My love, I am happy with your behavior earlier, towards my cousins. It is for me a sign of love and fidelity to have abstained from knowing at least one of them. Me too, I will love you as much, as long as you respect my requirements, which are moreover only those of a woman who loves you and who wants to make you happy. Apart from the food prepared by your hand, you will only eat food that I will offer you, and not that of a woman. When you get home, you shouldn't be late for more than two hours.

When you get out, when you get back, you will first have to shower and change before you come near me. In the house, never wear leather shoes. Apart from the two of us, no one should know of my presence in your house. If someone accidentally sees me without your being in Current, that person will have to die or go mad. But if the person is in cahoots with you, then you will lose your life or your sanity. As you can see, I am very jealous. On the other hand, I agree to fulfill all your desires even before you tell me. Whatever your desires, I will fulfill them. My name is Hélène MAGLOO. Just call me Hélène.

This is the story of my marriage to Hélène.

The next day, I understood why the teacher had found me a woman as a solution to my problem.

In the morning, after my shower, I found a hearty breakfast on the table. Still, there was no stove in the house, not even a stove. Without knowing where the food came from, I ate it with a great appetite. When I opened my wardrobe to dress neatly and leave for my classes - I was still a student - I found new clothes there, costumes that I had never known existed since I was born. There were also shoes and slippers. All of these things didn't impress me. Hélène had sworn to fulfill all my desires. The dishes I found on my table were the ones I liked, that is, the dishes I would have liked to eat that day.

How did this woman guess my tastes? I'll never know.

Speaking of clothes, Hélène gave me pants that were worth six, extraordinary pants.

Every time I walked into the house and came out the color of the pants changed. These pants could change color up to six times, they could return to their original color at the sixth color.

With Hélène as a wife, it was a good life. The money problem no longer arose. Whenever I needed to buy any item - something which very rarely happened to me because all my wishes were fulfilled by Helen - I just had to put my hand in my pocket, and she would come out with the money needed to purchase the desired item. This money was "normal." I could enjoy it like everyone else without risking death or madness, or even without it disappearing after expiration of a period.

My wife had put a car at my disposal. Only she and I could see her, apart from a few initiates. I often borrowed it to go to my classes. It did not run on gasoline or diesel. In fact, I have never been to a gas station to refuel.

Dear brothers and sisters in Christ, God is jealous of us, and He suffers when we allow the things of the world to enter our minds (James 4: 5). He recommends that we love Him with all our heart, with all our mind and with all our strength (Mat. 22: 7). If these demonic spirits can always be near their partners, how much more can God be so much more present in us through His Spirit (Psalm 139). Alleluia!

Hélène, my wife, had a different body from ours. She didn't seem to have any bones, and her body was the consistency of an inner tube. When I put pressure on his body, my fingers touched.

But the part that immediately displeased me about her was her sexual greed. I was so exhausted from our relationships in this area that I often passed out. She then had to revive me by washing my face with a sponge soaked in water, or by giving me small patches on the cheeks. In short, the conception of love was very different between Hélène and me. I told myself that one day I would give up my life there, because only my passing out could free me from its snake grip.

At the beginning of our union, I told myself that she would end up getting tired, or that I would get used to it. But nothing that I had thought came true. On the contrary, Hélène was becoming more and more possessive and aggressive.

Gradually, the joy I had felt for its benefits faded, and love gave way to hatred. I looked for a way or an opportunity to get rid of her, but I did not have the courage, because of all the benefits she was giving me elsewhere. However, my decision was made, and I waited for the right occasion to kick her out.

Many days passed. One day, after class, I saw young students. There was among them a very beautiful girl. I took time to contemplate and admire it. I coveted her. I wondered such beauty was not that of a ghost, for only the dead can compete with such beauty. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice the time passing. I was late to get home.

After taking off my shoes on the threshold of the house, I went to take my shower and change my clothes.

After the shower, I went to explain my delay to Hélène. But in the place where Helene usually waited for me, I found the beautiful student. I was taken with fear when I saw this girl in Helene's room. I was afraid of dying or going mad. I wondered how she knew I wanted her. How did she know my address? How did she get in? Had Helene seen her? Without paying attention to her, I started running around all the rooms looking for my wife, while shouting that I had nothing to do with this girl's presence in the house.

From where she was sitting, the beautiful student smiled at my dismay. She approached me and said:

- Don't you recognize me, darling? I'm not the girl you saw when you left school. I am your wife Hélène MAGLOO. I put on the body of the one you saw today. Here are the answers to the questions you have asked yourself during the day about her: She is not a ghost, but she will soon be. Here is his identity. Honey, I'm not giving you this information so that you can go and look for it, but to show you that by doing this you pity me, because I love you to death, and it is impossible for me to lose you. Besides, what would become of me without you? How can I think of sharing your love with another, as long as you can't satisfy me? Don't be angry with me for the same behavior. Understand me, honey, I'm here for you.

She gave me the full identity of the beautiful student, while crying: first name, last name, address, age, etc ...

Two days after this interview, I learned of the beautiful student's death by drowning. This death affected me deeply. My conscience blamed me for his death. Yet I had only just looked at her.

She was innocent! As for me, there was no longer any doubt, I was sure that it was Helene who had killed her out of jealousy for me. For my part, I hated her, because she was responsible for the death of the beautiful student.

Time passed again. Helene grew more and more morose, worried, and sometimes dreamy. One evening, after carefully considering me, she said:

- My love, I have a deep feeling for you. My love for you is growing. I would like to give your family a lot of possessions, including six vehicles, three trucks and three cars. I will buy for your family three stores in the city center, and two residences in the best areas of the city. These goods, I give them as a dowry to your family, then I will take you, and we will go to live in my country forever.

Suddenly, I understood what was tormenting my wife. She had had enough of me and wanted me dead. It was the long-awaited opportunity to get rid of her, but we were not there yet. For now, I had to find the words to politely decline his offer. I say to Hélène:

- The government of my country is not fooled, so that a simple student like me, without resources, can bequeath to his family such great possessions. After my departure, all property will be confiscated.

Hélène retorted that as true as she was alive, none of the goods that she will give to my family will be confiscated. I replied that I would not be present to verify the veracity of his statements, and that it was better not to talk about it. So as not to upset her, I continued:

- I know your country having been there once before. There is calm and silence. Respect for the human personality, and the kindness of the goddess, are legendary there. But as for going there so as not to see my family members again, I'm not working.

Despite Helene's insistence, my "no" was categorical. I had to put an end to this situation, which had also lasted too long, because I risked losing my life by continuing to live with it. Our union had lasted fourteen months.

The Professor was surprised when I informed him of my intention to separate from Helene. He wanted to know the reasons that pushed me to make such a decision. I explained to him in detail the sexual dissatisfaction of Helene, the death of the beautiful student, as well as the intention she had to bring me forever to her country. In short, I invoked the incompatibility of moods.

The professor did not hide from me the difficulty of such an approach, especially since he did not remember having known such a case before. Usually, those who were married to such women would freely accompany their wives, he told me. He continued:

- But since you are the first to try such a thing, I will try to ask a favor of the goddess.

But I tell you in advance that it will not be easy. A trip to the universe of the goddess was therefore considered.

The pact

We returned to the fall of TSHOPO, and the same scenario as the first time happened again: hypnosis of the soldiers, invocation of the manifestation of the goddess, spurt of the seven-headed serpent, and appearance of the goddess.

She knew the reason for our visit and summoned Hélène to give her opinion. Hélène appeared and declared that she was disappointed and humiliated to find that her husband had abandoned her, while she was planning to pay her dowry to her in-laws. But she recovered soon after, and declared:

-I stay, since I have no choice. Know that it is not I who abandoned my husband, but rather he who abandons me. Since he is the one who abandons me, I therefore demand that he stay and live with me here, or that he give me his little brother in household.

From where I was, I replied to the teacher:

- None of Hélène's requirements are achievable. It has never been said in our conventions that I will never be able to separate myself from her, nor that certain members of my family may be killed because of me. I am willing to accept all your requirements, provided that I can see my parents when I want and where I want. May none of my family die because of me.

The professor and the goddess retired to a nearby room. After a while, they came back to the room where we were all. As if to make a sentence public, the goddess declared to the professor:

- Considering the services you have rendered, we grant you this favor, dear professor. Nevertheless, we tell you that this is the first time that we have found ourselves in such a situation. We hope this will be the last, for the benefit of all of us.

She turned in my direction and said:

- It is because you are ready to fulfill our demands that your life is saved. In reality, Helene's mission was to bring you back here. But the poor loved you so much that she could not act against your will from now on, you will work for us until your death. You will return to your universe with your teacher. He will instruct you on your new responsibilities. At the end of this meeting, you will sign with your blood the contract that will bind you to us for the rest of your days. It will be a pact. From now on, you will be a servant of the goddess Maharashathie, I confirm you at the rank of "Graduate" for the entire East zone. You are not a novice so that I tell you what would happen to you if you wanted to leave us company.

The papers were brought and, using my blood, I signed the contract with my fingerprints. At 4 o'clock we returned home like the first time.

For a few months, day after day, the teacher taught me my new duties. During the day I took theoretical lessons and at midnight we went to the cemetery to complete my training, to eat and to have fun.

Indeed, since the moment I signed the pact, I had been entitled to the consideration due to my rank of Graduate.

Among other things, I had the right to occupy a place in the "restaurant" of the cemetery, every night. (See the description of this cemetery world below).

The professor brought me other catalogs in order to document me further. My new occupation was to "bind" the talismans. These talismans were sent to us by clients, who sent them to us for us to put power into. Most of the orders came to us from different countries in Europe, including France, Romania, Poland, and especially Italy. In Africa, we received orders from Cameroon, Gabon, Mauritania, Senegal and Zaire.

For Zaire, we had the cities of Kisangani and Kinshasa.

With the teacher's help, I opened a house identical to the one in Kinshasa, called "Maison Lion Gilbert." Ours was called "Maison Blanche Foire Kisangani." This was where my office was. With the help of servant spirits, I received the orders and shipped them after processing.

The difference between our House and that of Kinshasa is that ours was Indian, while the other was Egyptian. But the two houses worked for the same goal: to win as many souls as possible for Satan.

Each talisman was to be "tied" above a grave, following an appropriate prayer. In other words, the operation of transferring power, which we refer to here by the verb "to bind," had to take place over a grave. It was to make the talisman effective, the professor had told me. He indicated to me the correspondences between the various cases evoked by the requests, and the prayers appropriate to each case. The professor, always him, had defined for me what was a planet, a horoscope and an "omitama," in the realm of magic.

Our customers were from all over the world. When a Client first wrote to us, we sent them our newsletter so they could provide us with all the information we might need later.

We demanded that the new follower provide us with the following information: name of parents, siblings, wife and any children, place and date of birth, etc.

When we had all of this data in our possession, the customer could then purchase their own jewelry and send it to us so that we could “bind it,” or we could send our own already worked jewelry to them according to their request. From this data, in particular the date and place of birth of the client, we determined their astrological sign, which allowed us to find the individual's planet.

By comparing the customer's order letter with his planet, we could see his deficiencies. It was these deficiencies, or "omitama," that we encrusted in the jewelry, that we could then "bind" over a grave, with the help of a conjuration or an appropriate prayer, to form a talisman suitable for the expedition.

The power of a talisman was renewable, and remained limited to a well-defined area. Finally, the construction of a talisman varied from one individual to another. It depended on the astrological sign, the planet, the needs and deficiencies of the clients. It was when a talisman no longer had power that it had to be renewed. And at what cost? We will see it later, in connection with the prayer of the old deacon.

So every night, I went to the cemetery to work, to eat and to have fun. If the mail was abundant, I took care of part of the orders in the evening, in some cemetery, and I finished the other part at night in the cemetery. There were two ways of sending mail: by normal route, that is, by regular mail, or by occult or secret route, using wandering spirits or servant spirits. In my work, so as not to confuse the means used in the routing of mail, I noted above the envelope, the nature of the means used, in order to use it when returning correspondence.

After tasting the dishes prepared in the cemetery, it was impossible for me to enjoy our ordinary dishes.

No prepared dish in our world could compete with cemetery cuisine in terms of taste.

They were, however, the same foodstuffs that we found in our markets. The difference came from the revenue. The cemetery food was exquisite compared to ours.

During the seven years that I worked as a Graduate, I ate only food from the cemetery.

Besides, that's where I liked the best. I had the girlfriends there.

Such were my occupations in the field of Indian magic until the day when the Most High pleased to save me from the bonds of the devil.

Chapter 2: A Series of Failures

It was following the events that I will relate to you in this chapter that doubt seized me. There was indeed a contradiction between the professor's assertions and everyday reality. For example the teacher often told me that our power was the pinnacle of all powers, because it was divine.

To better understand the professor's thoughts, I give you in chronological order the ranks existing within the sect of which I was a part. In ascending order, we have: student, graduate, teacher, doctor and finally god or goddess.

From the rank of doctor to that of god or goddess, physical death does not exist. If the subject wants to leave this world to go to other dimensions, he is put to sleep using certain magical ointments. The heart and breathing stop. His body is quickly taken to the cemetery. There, he comes back to life and continues to exist to "help" the followers who call on him, that is to say those who call upon him throughout the world.

To move from one grade to another, there are standards to be met, tests, and sometimes time to pass. Since our House dealt with a goddess, our power was far superior to that of other Houses.

Following the failures that you will have to read in this chapter, I began to think seriously about my life and my future. I have experienced several failures in my magical practices, caused by the power that resides in the Name of JESUS, and by the protection enjoyed by all who believe in His Name, JESUS, the King of kings and the Lord of Lords, my personal Savior. . I'm only going to tell you about five of those failures.

Blessed money

Sometimes I would go to prayer meetings. I went there not to pray, but to entertain myself or to have fun. Often I went there to admire the beautiful girls. No doubt was allowed for me, God did not exist, it was a certain fact. According to the professor, all who pray will die poor!

Based on my own experience, I agreed with the professor.

I told myself that I was getting everything I needed, without turning to God or putting in any effort.

Now the Bible says this: By the sweat of your brow you will earn your bread (Gen. 3:17). Let no one who does not work eat (1 Thess. 3:10).

But I, at that time, did not know the word of God, the Holy Bible.

One Sunday, I went to attend a Protestant service, there were a lot of faithful and the offerings had brought in a lot. The idea of ​​stealing the offering money sprouted in my mind. Even before the offerings had been counted, "the magic tube" had revealed to me the total sum, that is to say 100,000 zaires. I told myself that it was worth it, and that I had to get this money.

I put the money in the "magic tube" so as not to lose sight of it. An object brought under the control of the magic tube can never be lost sight of, regardless of the routes taken by the person who possesses it.

I intended to grab that money at the end of worship. I left the church to concentrate better, and to initiate the process allowing me to obtain the money. After tracing the magic circle, as instructed by my teacher, I took the 50 regular steps, and began to recite some appropriate magical incantations.

Having done all of this with the required precision and finesse, I ordered the money to come in my bag. It is a way of speaking, because, in reality, it is rather to the servant spirits that I had given the order to bring me the money. After a quick glance in the Bag, I noticed that it did not contain the money. I say to myself: "To err is human!" Maybe I was wrong, where I forgot to say some important sentences. We had to start over. I repeated the same operation 21 times, but without success.

What was my astonishment to see such a thing, for the first time in my life! Crazy anguish seized me. Deep down, I tell myself that maybe, I had made a mistake somewhere, and that was why the spirits no longer obeyed me.

My dear brothers and sisters in Christ, my anguish was justified, for in such things failure is not tolerable, especially since our House was dealing with a goddess. To be sure, I tell myself that it was good to inform the teacher.

I hastily phoned the professor, and briefed him on the whole situation. As I expected a reprimand from the professor, the professor, as if he didn't want to express his idea fully, advised me against continuing the operation, and he insisted. In reality, I liked this ban, but it did not calm my curiosity. I wanted to know why the professor forbade me to continue the operation, even though I had tried it 21 times without success.

In response, the teacher said to me: This money cannot come and will never come since it is blessed.

The blessed money cannot come. He continued: However, if you need money, you can try this method in banks and stores, but not in churches.

My beloved in the Lord JESUS, our Lord recommends us not to store up treasures for ourselves on the earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. Rather, he advises us to store our treasures in heaven (Mat. 6: 19-20).

This answer of the professor aroused in me a fear and a great doubt. I wanted to ask him several questions, among others:

- Why could the blessed money not answer our call?

- Why forbid me to continue the operation? - Was he also afraid of someone or something?

So that the professor wouldn't notice my fear, I didn't ask him any of these questions. However, this incident made me very sick to my heart. I felt frustrated that there was a power above ours. It was this power that had kept the money from obeying my call (Isa. 8:10). I wondered what this power was, since ours was divine.

Secret of the name of Jesus

After my second hike in the land of the goddess Maharashathie, I remind you that my attributions to "bind" the talismans. That day, orders had reached us from everywhere. There was plenty of work. I couldn't all process these talismans at night, given the limited time I had. I bound part of it during the day in the cemetery located not far from the city. I sometimes went to the cemetery during the day, but after making myself invisible, and wearing slippers so as not to make noise in my path.

I was accompanied by two friends. So as not to attract the attention of the curious, we worked in silence.

Usually when we did these kinds of activities we were illuminated by a light. This light did not come from any visible light source. Now, not far from there was a group of young people who had gathered for prayer. I had not suspected the presence of the group, because it was a little apart, in a house.

At a certain point in their prayer, a young man raised his voice and said: I take authority over any hold of Satan in these places. I break all the chains of the devil, and I proclaim deliverance in this place in the Name of JESUS!

Right after these words, the light that illuminated us disappeared. I made no connection between the disappearance of our light and the young boy's statement. A few minutes later, about five minutes, the light reappeared.

I forgot about this incident, and went back to my task. However, as a precaution, using the magic tube, I explored the surroundings with the aim of discovering a possible impostor. But this inspection proved to be ineffective, for, apart from the group of children praying, the magic tube detected nothing else.

A few moments later, pushed by I didn't know what force, the same young boy raised his voice for the second time and said:

- You, satanic works, you, spirits of darkness, I give you the order to leave this place and to go into the abyss reserved for you since time, in the Name of JESUS ​​CHRIST!

Just like the first time, our light had gone out, this time for good. After having waited a long time, I told myself that it was better to neutralize this group of young people in prayer, and that it was perhaps from them that these disappearances of our light came, because a second examination by the magic tube had only revealed this group in the area.

I point out to you that before I decide to control these young boys in prayer, I searched with the help of the magic tube each of the participants, in order to detect any force or power.

But my exam turned out to be bad. It was only as a precaution that I wanted to subdue these young people. I just wanted to put them to sleep and not harm them. After all, they were just children. Equipped with my magic tube, I approached the group. There was a bench lying around there. I sat there in order to concentrate to start the magic hypnosis prayer. Friends I worked with noticed my prolonged absence and started looking for me. They found me collapsed on the bench, legs apart and hanging to the ground, the magic tube lying on the ground, not far from my right hand. I was sleeping soundly, snoring. My friends woke me up and told me about the condition they found me in.

The story of my friends prompted me to think seriously. The question that tormented me the most was how powerfully these little children had put me to sleep. I didn't want them any harm, except to put them to sleep, while I quietly finished my work. How had they detected my intentions and acted so quickly, without me being able to defend myself? They must therefore have a greater and more efficient power than ours.

If someone had stabbed me, while I was lying unconscious, I would have died like any average person. I, Lisungi Mbula, servant of the goddess Maharashathie, graduate of high Indian magic, custodian of the divine power of the great Ashanti, lying on a bench without knowledge ...!

The teacher's words came to my mind: “You will be protected against any enemy, both visible and invisible…” The group of young people had finished their prayers and had long since left from where they were. There was no more way to reach them to ask them a few questions. It was only then that I realized that it was after the young boy's prayer that our lights had gone.

The doubt that had arisen in my mind gradually materialized. Despite the professor's claims, our power was not the greatest. Above her was another greater power. She was the one possessed by the group of young people, one of whom had ridiculed me. What does the Bible say about this?

You little children are of God, and you have overcome them, because greater is he who is in you than he who is in the world (1 John 4: 4).

And even:

Through the mouths of children and of those who are at the breast, you have founded your glory to confound your adversaries, to impose silence on the enemy and the vindictive (Psalm 8: 3).

Hosanna!

Flight of the Felbuss

Another day, three students from the University of Kisangani (UNIKIS), to present an exam session had the idea to use certain elementary notions of magic. They bought "Zaire Légère" cigarettes, soaked them in "Sudan" perfume, and dried them in the sun to smoke them at midnight. At the appointed time, they left naked at the crossroads to meet spirits.

It was past midnight. I went to the cemetery as usual to eat and have fun.

Usually, people who practice these things make themselves invisible. Often during the day when I went to the cemetery I would make myself invisible, but at night I really didn't see the need to do so. Only, if there were people at the entrance, I "disappeared," or I waited until their departure and I entered (see below "the world of the cemetery, Chap. 3).

That day, I passed the three students at the fork. The sight of these young people at such an hour and in such a place made me smile. I walked over to them and asked them, jokingly, if they weren't afraid to go for a walk at such a late hour of the night. The young people, uncooperative, gave me this answer:

- Old man, if it's really a question of being afraid, it's you who should in principle be more afraid than us, because you're alone. We are three!

I couldn't tell them that I was not alone, and that there was a whole legion of servant spirits with me to protect me. So I continued my journey to the cemetery wishing them good luck in their business.

A little further on, still on my way, I met three filthy beings, three monsters of perfect ugliness.

Words fail me to describe to you the form or appearance of these spirits. I cannot compare them to any creature in our world, because I lack the elements of comparison. The sight of these filthy beings makes you nauseous.

At the sight of these spirits, a fear invaded me and I wanted to flee. Yes! I wanted to flee, because, despite all the time I had spent in magic, I had never seen such ugly and disgusting spirits. But, remembering that I was the holder of the protection of the divine Ashanti, I changed my dimension: I used a capacity acquired through my practices of spiritualism, that of becoming a higher spirit.

Dear brothers and sisters in Christ, I remind you that I had passed the stage of ordinary magic. My initiator considered me as his son, and thus transmitted to me much of the knowledge which he held. This knowledge, in principle, requires human sacrifice. But, for my specific case, I received them free of charge from my teacher. This is how after ordinary magic, I did occultism, spiritualism, and finally high magic. I was the only Graduate in the service of the goddess for the entire Eastern Region of Zaire.

After changing dimension, I became able to impose my will on lower spirits such as those in my presence. I approached them and barred their way. I wanted to know who they were and where they were going, as their presence had not been reported to me. As a Graduate for the entire Eastern Region, it was my right to be kept informed of all the comings and goings of foreigners in my administrative jurisdiction.

The evil spirits gave me this answer:

- We are Felbuss, of the family of Prince Belzébut. We have lived in this area for a long time, in the Rwapo neighborhood, here in Kisangani. We leave to answer the invitation of friends.

They couldn't lie to me because I dominated their will. But the neighborhood in which they claimed to live did not exist in Kisangani. Faced with my perplexity, they grew impatient and also wanted to know who I was. I in turn declined my identity to them: My name is Lisungi Mbula. I am Diploma, in the service of the goddess Maharashathie of India.

When I announced the name of the goddess, the climate of mistrust that already reigned among us dissipated and they confided to me confidentially: We are in a hurry. We are expected, and time flies. We are also at the service of the goddess. If you want more information about us, call us tomorrow at midnight at this number: 0001-Tchao!

I interrupted my spell. In other words I released them and they went away. Shortly after they left, I remembered the three students who seemed to be waiting for a visit from some spirits. I establish a relationship between these three students and the foul spirits. I decided to check if my intuition was correct. Besides, I had nothing to lose. I was right. Indeed, the Felbuss were heading in the direction where the three students were.

When these spirits came into the visual field of the three students, they did not have the courage to face the Felbuss and fled. I don't condemn them for having fled, anyway, because the Felbuss are vile and ugly to have. No one can bear to look at them or approach them without feeling great fear. Moreover, it is as if they spread terror in their path. The proof was that I myself, if I had not had my supernatural abilities, I would have done like them.

One of the fleeing student trots stumbled and fell. Knowing he was lost, he said this prayer:

Lord Jesus, I recognize that I have sinned against You. Forgive my sin, You the Merciful! Save me, be my light and my strength!

As a result of this short prayer, something extraordinary happened. The Felbuss, coming from one direction, fled each for himself, in three different directions. I didn't understand why these filthy beings were running away like this. I called out to them to tell them not to be afraid of these children. I shouted to them: "They are only children!". But none of them heard me or wanted to hear me. So I kept on screaming, running behind them: “They are only children! They are nothing! They are harmless!” They heard my words very well, but none of them stopped. Their flight excited my curiosity even more. For the second time, I changed dimension, and managed to neutralize one of the three fugitives. I the forced them to explain to me the reason for their sudden behavior. He tried unsuccessfully to flee several times, then reluctantly explained this to me:

- We came to respond to the invocation of these three students that you saw waiting for us. When they saw us, they fled. So we got angry, because they had bothered us for nothing.

We were about to punish them, when one of them, the one who fell, called for someone to help him.

This someone doesn't like to be touched on his charges. Because the other had called on him, he had to come. And, coming, he would have grabbed us and put us in a bottomless pit ... How would we have lived there? This is the reason for our hasty flight. On the one hand, it's our fault. We should have known if these people were collaborating with each other. But we came anyway, and now here's the consequence. In any case, if we had known that they were collaborating, we would not have come!

I noticed that by the time the young student had said his prayer, I had not heard him, as I was a little apart. I questioned the third Felbuss to find out who was the one whose very name, spoken that night by a student, had scared away those Felbuss I had been afraid of myself.

-What is the name of this "someone?"

- His name is… is… “THE KING OF ALL SPIRIT.” - His name?

-…JESUS...

The Felbuss looked very uncomfortable and very tired while saying the name of JESUS. He wanted to escape from where we were as quickly as possible. I released him and he left unhappy.

No doubt was no longer possible for me. The power of JESUS ​​surpassed any other power. Otherwise, how do you explain that a name pronounced late at night by a layman can put to flight monsters whose mere sight prompts reflection? Two of these three students went mad, they didn't even show up for the exams.

The Word of God says well: Then whoever calls on the name of the Lord will be saved (Acts 2:21).

The song of the wild pigeons

If magicians read my testimony, most will discover facts that will be beyond their comprehension. God allowed these things to be known so that some would not say that God will never forgive. No! God is merciful, and He expects you to follow my example, that you repent, you, a sinner, that you convert, and that you accept for all your life the Lord JESUS ​​as the only Savior, so that you may be saved.

As part of our research into the occult, the professor had ordered us to buy cats whose coats were either unblemished white or unblemished black as well. We immolated these cats and we took some of their members, which could be used for the composition of certain substances necessary to the reinforcement of our magic powers.

We used the liquid in cats' eyes to compose an ingredient that, when consumed, gave us the ability to understand the language of animals. We were able to understand how the hens could curse the women who hunted them when they wanted to sweep the yard, or when they pecked the seeds exposed to the sun.

Such scenes were numerous. People sometimes saw us laughing for no apparent reason and called us crazy or hemp smokers, when in reality we were witnessing a comic fact.

However, we were categorically forbidden to reveal the secret of our laughter to laymen, under penalty of going mad. Not only the secret of our laughter, but also nothing that was going on was to be revealed to laymen. It is said in Kabbalah: "He who dares to do these things must be silent."

We used to retire every year to quiet places to study the phenomena of the earth, with the aim of forecasting present events. We used past facts to fathom the future, comparing them to certain events. We send the results of our work to different European Houses, which used them in their “Horoscope” sections. Still in the same vein, and out of curiosity, I had calculated my own astrological sign, commonly called a horoscope. Helped by the professor, my calculations had given that I would die at the age of 97. We had pushed the calculations to find out what would become of my soul after my death. The answer was that after my death, my soul will go to the cemetery of the University of Kisangani, and that she will work in the secretariat located on the second level. I was sure of myself and I was happy that I would be in my hometown, unlike my friends, whose calculations had given that their souls would rest, after their death, in Parisian or London cemeteries.

The time to do our research arrived. After finishing the preparations, we set off, the professor, two of my friends and I, in search of a quiet place for our research. We came to a large tree called in the Swahili language: "Itume." It was very hot that day, and the walk made us tired. We stopped under the shade of this tree to rest. Sleep seized us, because we had decided to rest before starting the work.

As we got ready to begin our work, we heard above our heads a choir performing a beautiful melody. Everyone remained calm to admire the beauty of the song.

Its content was as follows:

We are fine.

We feed ourselves easily.

We move with ease.

We live in calm and peace,

In the shade of large trees.

Who deserves the credit?

May all credit go to God,

Our Creator!

Whose? To God, sole Creator of heaven and earth. Forever praise, honor and glory to Him!

Compare this song to the song of Moses (Rev. 15: 3-4).

Our eyes all converged on the place where the melody that had charmed us came from. A sigh of amazement escaped our four chests when we discovered the origin of these voices.

Perches on a branch, seven wild pigeons were the authors of this beautiful text (Psalm 150: 6). What surprised me the most was not that the pigeons could sing, but rather the content of their song.

Dear brothers and sisters in Christ. God speaks in different ways. But, because I was blinded, I could not see the hand of God behind the words spoken by these birds. Yet that day I lost interest in magic. Something in me made me think: "How do animals, birds, know the existence of a Creator God who must be honored, while I, who am a man, I do not know how to do it? ? "I no longer had the courage to continue my research. I went home and the others followed me.

On the way back, I decided to give up the magic. But the idea of ​​dying young scared me. I was only twenty years old. So I decided to serve them again until I was 70, since my total life was 97 years. So after that age, when I'm old, I can start praying. At that age, If I had to die, I could do it without regrets, because I would have lived a long time.

Immersed in these thoughts, I arrived home dejected. I went straight to bed, when it was not yet dark. At midnight, I did not go to the scimitar to eat as usual. After midnight, phone calls came from all sides: the master of the restaurant was getting impatient because the meal was getting cold, and he wanted to know if I was not coming to eat. My girlfriends asked me if they should come and find me at the house, in case I was late in joining them at the cemetery. Communications from Europe demanded the results of our research for the day, which we had to send ... To put an end to all these questions, I unplugged my phone.

I did not ask the professor for the exact explanation of the lyrics contained in the song of the wild pigeons.

First of all, these words were not addressed to us. Even if it had, the birds couldn't tell if their message would achieve its goal, for the simple reason that they didn't know humans understood their language. I wondered if this was a warning given by some hidden witness. Mats no! I didn't want to see it that way.

The prayer of the old deacon

As I said in the previous chapter, the result of my initiation into my new functions was conclusive. Following this result, the professor let me direct certain delicate operations, such as the operation that I will describe to you in the following lines. This is the capture of a condemned spirit.

There was a young man who, through my teacher, had signed a contract to get a magic wallet. Day after day, for six months, the young man found the sum of five thousand zaires every morning in his purse. He spent this money as he saw fit, that is, without any conditions. This young man was rich.

When the six months were up, one morning he found in his wallet, where he usually found the money, a note written as follows: "The person who was looking for the money to bring it back to you is tired. after serving you for six months. Please send us his replacement as soon as possible. " This note did not impress our young man. He expected this situation and prepared accordingly. He expected it, because when he signed the contract, everything had been described to him in detail. After reading the note. He went to see the professor. The latter put him in touch with me, new Graduate of the Region and servant of the goddess.

I summoned the young man to get to know him and to make contact. When the young man came, I took out the documents he had given when he joined .... These documents included the names of the various members of his family, starting with his father to the youngest in the family. The purpose of the first summons was to ask the young man to choose a name from the list in our possession, as well as the cause of death that best suited his victim, among all the possible causes. Here is the dialogue that followed:

- What name did your choice fall on?

- About my father.

- Why your father?

- Who else do you want me to sacrifice? My father is the oldest in the whole family. Rather than sacrificing someone who has not yet known life, I prefer my father to die. My principle is that the oldest give way to the young.

- In any case, you defend yourself well. Well! Now, you are going to choose among these different causes of death that I am going to list you, the one that is most suitable in the case of your father. Here is the list: death by burns, death by accident, death by drowning, death by debilitation from an illness, death following a fight, death during sleep ...

Before answering, the young man reflects: "If I choose to die as a result of an illness, perhaps, during his illness, some wizards in the family will be able to see that I am the one who is there. cause of my father's death. No! This death is not suitable. If I choose to die from an accident, my father's body may not be able to be exposed in mourning. His body could suffer damage, be damaged or crushed, so that his exposure is no longer possible. No! No accidental death. If he died as a result of a fight, it will involve eternal conflicts between my family and that of the person who will fight with him. No! In any case, not this death. So ... "- I want my father to die in his sleep.

I took note of the two answers given by the young man, namely that he was sacrificing his father and that he wanted to be found one day dead in his bed. For me, his reasoning was correct: "The old must give way to the young."

I dismissed him and made an appointment with him for the next day at 10 am, for the major capture operation in question. The operation consisted in sending serving spirits, and other determined spirits to seek and bring back the spirit of the victim, so that the latter could see the one who had summoned him, and agree before the witnesses to sign a contract to serve. the person who summoned him. In other words, the person had to come and sign the contract of his own death.

It was my first operation of this kind. I put water in a basin, inside of which I placed a magic mirror. All around the pool, I arranged magical prayer books. The room was full of wandering and servant spirits, who were there for the occasion. At exactly ten o'clock, the young man arrived.

I offered him a seat and he sat down. I was able to postpone the operation or interrupt it if I wanted, because I was in command of the operations. After a few minutes of concentration, I began to invoke the spirits aloud. I said: "I invoke the eight spirits subject to the eight sub-princes. I want you to bring back the spirit of this person (name of the person) to me, so that he accepts before you to work for the one who designated. "After this invocation, I mentioned the names of the eight sub-princes in question. Then I looked in the mirror to see the spirit of the person in question come to answer my call.

An event then took place before our eyes which was beyond our comprehension. As I stared into the mirror in the water, I saw a piece of wood the size of a little finger appear. Little another piece of wood appeared. The two pieces of wood had united to form a cross. At the intersection of these two pieces of wood began to flow a liquid substance of red color like blood.

This substance, by diluting in water, made any exploration of the mirror impossible. All the wandering spirits fled at the sight of this phenomenon. I threw out the red liquid that was in the basin. I put the clean water back in, and put the mirror back in the basin. It was therefore necessary to start the operation again with other data.

I doubled the power of magical prayer and spoke these words:

- I invoke you, the eight sub-princes spirits, because the eight spirits which are subjected to you are not effective. I summon you, by the ineffable name ……. bring me the spirit of this man, that he may come to sign the contract in your presence. I mentioned the names of these eight sub-princes spirits, as well as the name of the victim. After this I looked in the mirror intently across the pond water. 

This time I was sure of seeing the spirit of the father of the young man who was standing next to me. Instead, I saw in the mirror a large body of water. I looked in the mirror to try to make out the bottom of this body of water, but my efforts were in vain. The body of water was bottomless. This depth exploration made it impossible. It looked like a sea or an ocean.

I lost my temper. I was annoyed at the idea of ​​wiping a failure of my first capture operation of the condemned mind. This feeling stimulated a certain stubbornness in me. I was not discouraged for so much.

For the second time, I threw the contents of the basin, except the mirror, of course, and I handed another cleaner water. I triplal the power of magic prayer. And I planned to spend the invocation of the four higher spirits, or evil spirits, when it occurred to me to spy first spirit in question.

In fact, according to my teacher, some subjects are under the protection of some "houses." To capture such people, they had to be taken for the magic tube exam. The latter also had the function of detecting the protection enjoyed by the subject, as well as the degree of this protective power, in order to assess it by quantifying it. This is how, for example, if the subject's degree of protection was four, we sent him the same power, but of opposite value, or negative four. Four minus four is zero. The individual was then unprotected, and so it was our thank you. We could do whatever we wanted with him. Satan is like that! With him, it is the law of the strongest!

According to the teachings of the teacher about the people who are the subject of the capture operation, they often seem to dream or be uncomfortable. But the father of the case of our young man left me puzzled. Examining the magic tube gave me the image of an old dad dancing in the middle of a group of people. The magic tube revealed to me no protection on it. You will understand that there was therefore no way to neutralize him, since he had nothing on him. But what was it that prevented him from coming to our call? A second review gave me the picture of the old man trying to raise money amid a group of people. I asked the young man who was next to me:

- What does your father do for a living?

He said: My father is a deacon in a Protestant church.

A simple deacon could not resist a god! So where did this failure come from? I tried to call the teacher to keep it informed of the turn of events, but I refrained, telling me that if I failed in my third attempt, then I will. So I invoked the four wicked princes:

- I call upon you, the four wicked princes, to bring back to me the spirit of this mortal. To me ... . to me ... to me ... to me ...! I invoke you for you to bring me the spirit of this deadly, dead or alive!

Except in a case like this, where the victim had to die the same day, we often gave a period of two days to three months before the victim died, although they had already signed the contract. After invoking these four evil spirits by name, I saw a hand appear in the mirror. This hand held by three of his fingers a little book. The serving spirits who helped me in this operation asked themselves: "Is this hand that of the person we are expecting, or that of the owner of the book? The little book in question was a New Testament, Louis Segond version.

When the serving spirits noticed that the little book was a New Testament, they all fled, telling me that the owner of this book was still in his Word. They all fled, leaving me with the young man. The latter did not see the spirits. Since no mind had remained with me, it was virtually impossible to continue the operation. It was a dismal failure, and had to prevent the teacher. (See Romans 8: 31-37).

The Young Man was still present and had followed the whole scene. His father's capture operation was a bitter failure. The one and only possibility that remained to be done in such a case was to choose another person from the list, but by dividing into two parts the years that remained to be lived by the client. The first part was to belong to the customer, and the second to the "House".

This is what I explained to the young man: You know that you will have to live 94 years. We'll subtract your current age from the number of your years, and we'll divide the difference by two. You must therefore still live for 36 years and 6 months, since you are 21 years old. The first half will be for you, and the second half for us, after which you can go and rest for good. However, before I divide the years, I still set myself a three-day deadline to try to capture your father's spirit. If I succeed, you will live, but if not, we will carry out the plan I have just described to you. Since you are still present, you can sign the contract in advance, to prove that you agree to the sharing of the years.

The young man signed to approve his own death in 36 years and 6 months, in case I failed.

The situation of this young man had hurt me a lot. In my opinion, it was normal for the old deacon to die in place of his son, because the old man had had his day, while the young had his whole life ahead of him. I promised the young man to do everything in my power to save him. I knew in advance that the "House" would not wait 36 ​​years to recall the young man. I knew it.

At night, before going to the cemetery, I made myself invisible, and I went to the old deacon's house to spy on him. Helped by wandering spirits, I searched the old deacon's home from top to bottom, in the hope of finding some kind of protection, a fetish or a talisman ... All our searches were in vain. So, crouching in a corner of the old deacon's bedroom, I waited for his return to watch him before he fell asleep. I persisted in believing that the old man was hiding an occult protection that was not detectable with the magic tube, and that he kept carefully. For his quality of deacon alone could not protect him against the invasion of spirits, or even of evil superior spirits.

My reasoning was well founded, since I knew pastors, priests, abbots, and so on, who ordered talismans from us, either for their advancement, or for their protection against invisible enemies. But this simple deacon ...!

Crouched in the room, I waited impatiently for his arrival. My wait was not long. A few moments later the deacon arrived. After undressing, he put on his pajamas. Before going to bed, he knelt down and said this prayer: Lord Jesus, I will sleep soon. I don't know what can happen to me while I sleep. I ask You one thing: keep my spirit in Your heaven, very close to You. Who can go up there and take my spirit from Your hands? Nobody! So I pray to You in Your name, Jesus Christ. Amen! And he fell asleep (Col. 3: 3).

From where I was standing, I had followed all the prayer of the old deacon. Every word of his prayer had entered my mind. The spirit of this man was indeed where he wanted it to stay: in the hands of Jesus. It had to be so, since even the four princes, the four superior wicked spirits could not bring back the spirit of this man (John 10:29).

I wanted to give up the game, but the young man's death grieved me a lot. I left the old deacon's house, and I appeared, thoughtful, for the cemetery, stubborn. In reality, dear brothers and sisters in Christ, I was in darkness, in the most profound ignorance. By dint of thinking about this problem, an idea was born in my head, suggesting that I go again to spy on the old deacon when he woke up. He might have some kind of protection that he only honored in the morning, not in the evening! To hide it well, he pretended to pray in the evening and, in the morning, he worshiped his power ...

In the morning, at dawn, as I left the cemetery, I rushed to the home of the old deacon. The old man woke up to start a new day. Strangely enough, as if he had detected my presence in the room (I had made myself invisible), the old man, as soon as he got out of his bed, knelt down and recited this prayer: Lord Jesus, the sun rises and all nature awakens. There are people in this world who want the lives of others. Lord, protect my spirit from the attacks of such people. Always keep my mind up there, so that if they come to me, they find me "empty". By Your Name I prayed, amen! (NDT: We understand, “They won't be able to see or take hold of my spirit.”) Trivia as these words may sound,

This morning prayer completely discouraged me in my attempts to pursue the spirit of the old deacon. I resigned myself to the loss of the young man, despite his principles which I shared. To console myself, I tell myself that after all, it was his fault. He had only to choose a person who did not trust the KING OF ALL SPIRIT! Three days after the last attempt, I forwarded the results of the operation to whom it may concern.

My dear brothers and sisters, Satan is a deadbeat. He does not keep his promises. Here is his method:

after you have misled yourself, he no longer cares about you. On the other hand, he takes your life from you, lest by remaining alive you will repent and one day be converted. Because he knows very well that it is on this earth that man has every chance of being saved and of having eternal life. It is not after death that one becomes a saint, but it is indeed on this earth, if one is born of God. A year later, the young man in question was found dead in his bed. It was just the kind of death he had chosen for his father.

The old deacon, his father, is still alive.

Romans 6:23.

Chapter 3: Conversion

Like everyone else, I first believed in the existence of God. Following the reasons you know, my vision regarding the existence of God had completely deviated. The teachings given to me by the professor, and the events that followed, had completely convinced me of the non-existence of God. But from a certain point, I began to notice the contradictions between what my teacher told me and the daily reality, which was also an illusion.

From the moment I came to understand the existence of a supernatural reality, it was impossible to distinguish good from evil, right from wrong. I let myself live until the truth is manifested in me. But God is love, my brothers and sisters. It made me see clearly.

The world of the cemetery

The first time I experienced the world of the cemetery is the day I signed the contract by which I had to work for Maharashathie goddess. That night, when we were back in our world, after midnight, the teacher had brought me to the cemetery. 'I was not afraid of the night, because my body was conditioned to such circumstances. When we arrived at the cemetery, after making ourselves invisible, the professor uttered an appropriate incantation formula, and all the crosses in the cemetery disappeared ... This phenomenon was similar to what happens when you insert a videotape into a VCR, before the images appear on the screen. This same phenomenon took place before our eyes.

A mysterious universe replaced the cross in the cemetery, a world made up of skyscrapers and large well-lit buildings and lively ... There were alleys and avenues, and everything that constitutes a modern contemporary city. The population consisted of youth. No old man, no child, everyone was young.

The professor was a frequent visitor. I was the object of an unprecedented welcome, worthy of a servant of the goddess. I do not know how well you do understand. Still, when this world opens up, our way of behaving, that is to say the way of thinking, of moving, of reasoning, of speaking, etc ... all this changes. For example, I could see these large buildings, but I never wondered what material they were made of.

They made me visit the city. I live nowhere clinic, hospital, maternity, nor old people's home.

I saw no cripple, that is to say no blind or disabled any. People never got sick. In short, we had another body. When I say that the way of reasoning and thinking was different, I will illustrate with an example to help you understand this idea. Once, I was invited to attend a reception at the cemetery.

While the party was in full swing, I wanted to move me to achieve an object that was nailed to the wall and located above my head. In principle, I should have stood up and I would have used a stepladder or some other object to get up and reach what was fixed on the wall. There, by the sheer force of my will, without exerting any physical effort, and still remaining in my seated position, my chair moved by itself and rose to where the object was. so it took me just reach out and take the desired object. So walking was not necessary, we could travel at the speed of thought, or we could hover.

There were drinks, cigarettes, and girls to keep us entertained. Besides, I had my girlfriends from the daughters of the cemetery, as I have already said. We source our food from the foods produced in our world. This is one of the reasons why goods, especially food, are running out on our markets. If ghosts do not come to buy these items in our world, there would be no inflation or shortages. The bodies of the spirits of the cemetery tolerate nor accept drunkenness. But some spirits pretended to be drunk, to disturb or annoy others.

Prostitution was in full swing among the girls in the cemetery. In this world, there is no family, that is to say neither father nor mother, neither son nor daughter ... Women never conceive. They therefore can not have children, and people do not die. Multiplication or reproduction takes place when new candidates arrive. At the arrival of a new candidate, a welcome service supports it.

My beloved in Jesus, I must give you some explanations of what I have just said. Jesus, our Savior, told us, "Whoever believes in me and keeps my commandments will never experience death." Elsewhere, we read in the Bible: “After death comes judgment ..” Does the Bible contradict itself? No, my beloved, far from me such a thought. The Bible always talks about the existence of heaven (where God lives), Paradise (where rest those who deserve heaven - Luke 23:43), hell and the abyss.

If you read the Bible well, you will understand these things.

When someone dies, if they have to go to heaven, their spirit goes directly to heaven, to a specific place, different from the heaven where God is. But if the deceased candidate to hell, his spirit soars above his coffin until it buries. Before it is buried, some magicians can speak with this spirit which hovers above the coffin by using a mirror, or water taken in the whirlwind of a river, or even a certain perfume. . When the funeral procession reached the cemetery, the spirits in charge of hosting service take the newcomer in charge, and make him visit his new home. It's party.

What a contrast to what is happening on earth, my dear brothers and sisters! While the friends, brothers and acquaintances of the deceased shed abundant tears for the disappearance of their relative, the latter, amazed, was introduced to his new world. The deceased sees his former parents on earth and hears everything they say, their tears, their laments, their grievances ..., but he can do nothing. The reaction of certain deaths sometimes made me laugh a lot. In their lifetime, they had never assumed the existence of this world they suddenly find themselves in, a world apparently much better than the one they have just left. Their reaction was very strange. Others laughed at the living who lamented about them.

I spent seven years in this cemetery world. This is where I ate all my meals, during those seven years. Because, from the moment I tasted the dishes of the cemetery, it was impossible for me to eat the foods prepared in our world. And yet, they were the same rice, the same bananas, the same beans, the same cassava leaves and other foodstuffs that we found in our markets.

Apart from my occupations, which were to "bind" the talismans, I also worked in the special reception service, as well as the calculation of the horoscopes of the "latecomers" spirits, and in the control service: I tracked down the spirits, especially women, so that they do not leave the cemetery to disturb the living, at night in bars.

As for “laggards,” I'll give you some explanation. Each coffin was not necessarily accompanied by the spirit of its occupant. Some spirits did not accompany their bodies to the cemetery. These spirits were still wandering in the void, because the silver cord which connects the body to the soul had broken before time. To bring these spirits back to the cemetery, I used the inscriptions on the gravestones: Born in .... on .... died on ... From these data, I established their horoscope, and I determined their planets. The planet provided me with all possible information on where the deceased was wandering. This allowed us to send a team to retrieve it. Not all minds were late. There were certain criteria that helped us classify lagging spirits into various categories. These spirits are so named because of their delay. They join their bodies with a delay of a few days.

Aside from the lagging spirits, there were other spirits which did not accompany their body, and for which no criteria or signs of delay whatsoever could be detected. From the size of their coffin, I understood they were children. First, I concluded that babies had no spirit. But, over the days, I noticed that some baby coffins were nevertheless accompanied by their spirits. I repeat that in the other world, all were the same height and the same age. It was by the size of the coffin that I determined the age of the newcomers at the time of their death. I didn't understand how some children's coffins had spirits, while others didn't, it wasn't until later that I got them.

Normally, baby spirits do not come to the cemetery, for the simple and unique reason that they are clean before God (1 Cor. 7:14). They have no sins. The spirits of the babies who came to the cemetery were not of God. Do not let this statement disturb your understanding. Not everyone is from God ... Remember that in Chapter 1, the teacher gave me two pills. One of them had the role of making conceive every woman with whom I slept. It is these babies, born of such a conception, whose spirits come to the cemetery, once their names are struck from the list of the living. If they manage to grow up on earth, these children grow up to be handsome guys, giants, who often hold important positions in the human hierarchy.

I cannot ask you to put yourself in my shoes, dear brothers and sisters. Still, there were, among the deceased, some people I knew well. For these people, after their death, the members of their respective families contributed large sums of money to celebrate requiem masses, or masses for the dead, so that the souls of the deceased could rest in peace.

Ironically, it was sometimes my teacher's friends who celebrated mass during the day, and then joined us at night in the cemetery! The parents of his deceased expected that from their prayers the "Good Lord" would forgive the sins of the dead and welcome them into His heaven. While it was I who, within the framework of my attributions, took care of the installation of the newcomers!

These were my occupations for more than seven years in the world of the cemetery. Since I had heard the song of the wild pigeons, my decision was made. It was at this time that the idea occurred to me to give up magical practices, but only from the age of 70. In fact, I was afraid of dying young and poor. Deep down inside, I wasn't sure I could give up magic though, because I knew what would happen to my soul after I died, at least from what I was led to believe. But when it was given to me to discover the truth, my decision was irrevocable.

The empty coffin

Usually, when a new coffin was brought to the cemetery, the spirit of the newcomer would wait by the coffin, until it was given everything it needed for its installation. That day, there were three entries, so three deaths. Beside these three coffins stood two spirits awaiting their installation. There was no spirit near the third coffin. At night, when I arrived, I found two spirits instead of trots. It was beyond my comprehension, especially since none of the three coffins were that of a child and none of the three coffins showed signs of being a “latecomer.” I took advantage of the presence. of the professor to shed some light on these two specific cases. I asked him:

Indeed, I did not know any of this. The professor gave me the following philosophical answer: These kinds of spirits do not come here. In principle, on this earth, the life of every man has five components, which are: food, clothing, wealth, honor and glory. The souls of the people who come here are those of the men who lived all these five components on the earth.

While the souls of those who have lived only two or three components of their life, during their stay on earth, do not come here. That is to say, they lived in simplicity and austerity during their stay on earth, in the hope of living the other components of their life with their Master.

This answer from the professor, instead of satisfying my curiosity, only made him more excited. I wanted to know who their "Master" was and what place was reserved for those who did not come here to the cemetery after their death. To this last question, the professor gave no answer.

During my conversation with the professor, stood next to me one of my girlfriends from the graveyard, a serving spirit. She had followed everything from my dialogue with the professor. She pulled me aside and said: Honey, I'm surprised at the questions you ask the professor, after all the time you've spent with us! Is it then true that you do not know where the spirit of the third corpse has gone? It's strange that such a question comes from you! The spirit of the third body cannot come here just because it is a Christian. You can't say it's full of Christians here! Yes, there are Christians coming, but they are nominal Christians. 

True Christians don't come here! Their Master does not want them to come here. He doesn't even want that they see the existence of our world. That's why, when they die, He sends out to find them. As to where they are going, no one of all here knows. No matter how hard we looked for the location of this place, we never found it, so we resigned ourselves. Do you know why true Christians don't come here? A real Christian, if he has enough to clothe and eat, that's enough for him. He will not seek glory, honor, power, or even wealth. It is these last three things that cause human beings to separate from their Master and come here. No matter how hard we looked for the location of this place, we never found it, so we resigned ourselves. Do you know why true Christians don't come here? A real Christian, if he has enough to clothe and eat, that's enough for him. He will not seek glory, honor, power, or even wealth. It is these last three things that cause human beings to separate from their Master and come here. No matter how hard we looked for the location of this place, we never found it, so we resigned ourselves. Do you know why true Christians don't come here? A real Christian, if he has enough to clothe and eat, that's enough for him. He will not seek glory, honor, power, or even wealth. It is these last three things that cause human beings to separate from their Master and come here.

When I heard these words from my concubine, I was seized with fear. Fear of being deceived, or of having been deceived. For the second time, I asked this question:

- What is the name of the Master of Christians, and what awaits us who are here now.

My girlfriend smiles a little, then she says to me: Honey, you're not going to tell me that you don't know what awaits us, all of us who are here! Excuse me for forgetting, but the name of the Master of Christians is THE KING OF ALL SPIRIT (of all flesh) (Numbers 16:22). When He comes, when He comes to judge the living and the dead, He will condemn all of us here, and He will throw us into a lake of eternal fire. It is known to all. This is why you see us living in opulence, because we have nothing more to lose and nothing to gain. Our sentence has already fallen, we are only waiting for its execution. So, in the meantime, we have a good time during this reprieve.

At these words, I remembered what my teacher often told me, about what would happen to my mind after I died. He had never told me about the last judgment or the condemnation. A cold anger flooded my soul against my Polish teacher. I felt a terrible hatred for him.

I forgot all the blessings he had given me.

"The RO! OF ALL SPIRITS is JESUS ​​..." These words of the third Felbuss came back to me.

I tell myself that what I had read somewhere in the Bible was therefore true. I was no longer allowed to doubt it. Besides, what use would it still be to doubt or deny the existence of God and of Jesus Christ, since the source from which these truths reached me had no interest in lying to me? My whole body quivered with the fear I had felt.

I was worried that the others would know that I had finally discovered what they had been keeping from me for a long time. That night, I made the decision to abandon magic and all its practices, regardless of the consequences. First I had to get out of the cemetery. I pretended to work as usual, without letting anyone enter my thoughts.

In the morning, around four o'clock, I went to the place where the exit was, and I recited the appropriate incantatory formula, for the closing of the invisible world and the opening of the visible world. The fairy world disappeared to make way for the crosses of the cemetery planted in the ground. The dew had soaked the vegetation, and the shadow of the night was gone, giving way to a new day.

I decide to give up the magic

I knew I had to die if I ended the practice of magic. Death didn't scare me though. My deep desire now was that after my death my soul would not go to the cemetery to await eternal condemnation, but rather that it go to where the spirit of the third body had left. I didn't want my soul to be laughed at by my old partners after my death, by those for whom I was a traitor. But for my soul to be with the King of all spirit, I had to become "a true Christian", so that Jesus would send to seek my soul after my death. To become a true Christian, I didn't have to go find my teacher because he had already given me his point of view on God.

On my return from the cemetery, I went to find a pastor. I told this denier everything I had done in the field of magic, and everything that awaited me after revealing everything to a non-practitioner. I did not hide from him what had prompted me to give up magic, because I wanted to become a true Christian. This pastor had to tell me how to do it, since my teacher didn't know. The pastor, although astonished and surprised at everything he heard from my mouth, did not interrupt me however. It was only at the end of my story that he advised me to accept the Lord Jesus in my heart as my personal Savior, and to go and hand over to the teacher all the so-called powers and protections in my possession ( NDR). He ended with these words: You will not die unless Jesus Christ wills.

My confession with the pastor had taken enough time. I went back to the teacher's house a bit late, compared to other days. At home, I found the professor sitting in the living room, looking worried. Obviously he was waiting for me, for when I entered he immediately asked me: Where have you been? I looked for you everywhere after our conversation, to tell you about some things you asked me to do, but I never saw you again, to my amazement. Where have you been? One of your friends told me you were already gone. I arrived and I couldn't find you. Where have you been yet? Speak, I'm listening, my son.

My father, for more than ten years I have been by your side. I believed everything you told me, without second thought, because I have always considered you as my father. But, for some time now, I began to notice certain contradictions between what had confirmed to me to be true, and the reality that I was living. My father, you gave me protection, saying that it would protect me from any enemy visible or invisible, and yet I was paralyzed by the screams of a young man, who only pronounced a simple Name. This Name that you deny exists, wanting me to do the same. I have believed and respected you for a long time, my father, despite my own experiences which contradicted your assertions. 

Yesterday again, I wanted to clarify two points for which my reasoning did not find an adequate solution. Your silence only confirmed my doubts. Following your silence, and thanks to the answers given by this serving spirit who stood by my side, I therefore decided to give up magic and follow Jesus regardless of the consequences. It is so that I do not let go of you that you have kept the truth from me for a long time.

You were hiding it from me for fear that I would abandon you the day I found it. Now that I know the truth, I do not see what keeps me here, nor what prevents me from leaving you, dear professor….

So I come to give you all my protections and all my powers, to follow only Jesus Christ.

I want my soul not to return to the cemetery when I die, but to the place where the soul of the body which had no spirit yesterday is p yesterday. I now want to follow Jesus, so that when I die He will come and take me and take me to a place that none of you know. Excuse me, father, I have to leave you, and I have to leave magic. I went to see a pastor this morning and he advised me to give you everything, protections and powers, in order to become a Christian. That's why I'm giving you this item.

The object in question was a small vial containing a viscous liquid. Inside this liquid was a miniature, but living "mami wata". (A "mami wata" is a "mermaid" or spirit of the waters, NDE).

The teacher had followed me very well. He had sometimes nodded his head to certain points I was telling him. For any answer, the professor said to me:

It is no longer to me that you must give your powers and your protections, but to the goddess Maharashathie. It is with her that you signed the contract obliging you to work all your life. So, if you really want to give up magic, go find the goddess. You know the way, and the way to get there. If I can still advise you something, before going to find the goddess, give yourself some time to think.

If you change your mind, come see me, and we'll talk again. But if you really want to give up magic, I remind you that you will die young and poor.

In my excitement to let go of magic, I had not realized all the dire consequences of the professor's response. In other words, I had not realized the risk I was taking in venturing to go to the land of the goddess Maharashathie to hand over my powers to her. After reflection, I tell myself that it would be suicide on my part. I could hardly see the goddess, after I had broken the contract which bound me to her, to come and drop me back to the place where I had entered, so that I could return safely to our world.

As I was packing my suitcase to move from the teacher's house, the idea occurred to me not to go to the land of the goddess, but to go instead to invoke Doctor Kaylash Payba, god of India, in a cemetery located no far from the city. This choice of a cemetery located not far from the houses was conditioned by fear. I was afraid that after having handed over all my powers and protections, I would be forbidden to go out, so that my body would be found in the morning by passers-by, in case I was killed. I still told myself that in case they wanted to hurt me, I could cry out for help and be rescued by passers-by. I was scared !

I moved from the teacher's house to stay with the pastor, while I waited for my life to normalize. I had now completed my studies and had a diploma in Technical Engineer in General Agronomy. I had not yet thought of working or looking for any job. It was about time I did it then. Since I had to go to the cemetery in the evening to return my powers, I had to spend the whole afternoon listening to the Good Word of Jesus, which the pastor gave me. He insisted a lot that I hand over to whom it may concern everything that still connected me to the dark world from which I came.

The evening of the same day, I went to a cemetery not far from the city, in the hope of carrying out the plan which I had carefully conceived during the play. When I reached the cemetery, I called on Doctor Kaylash Payba. In the past, when we called upon him, the doctor manifested his presence by the appearance of a distant light which grew larger as he approached. Contrary to his usual way of appearing, the doctor appeared to me this time hovering. He introduced himself by saying: I am Doctor Kaylash Payba, god of India. Behold, I am walking in the air like God!

In my turn, I introduced myself, and I said to him: I come from my teacher. I gave up magic and all its practices. So I come to hand over my powers and protections. I continued by giving him these. After collecting them, the doctor said to me:

- Is that the only reason for your visit, or do you have something else to say?

"I want to get my hair and the dust off my right heel," I replied.

- Go to building number two, on the second level, look in the drawer of the second bedroom on the left, and you'll find everything you're talking about. I left, and collected my items. I scattered the dust and burned the hair. I then returned to the doctor.

- That's all? he asked me.

"That's all, doctor," I replied.

- It's good, it's good… You know what awaits you, you know the laws: tomorrow at twelve o'clock, you will die, he warned me.

- Doctor, I will die if Jesus wants it! I retorted. With that, I took my leave of him and left.

On the way back, I passed! a compact group of servant spirits. They forbade me, saying that the doctor wanted to see me for a final interview. Without paying attention to what they said, I asked them to let me pass, in the name of Jesus. With that, they all moved away, and I walked past them.

- Only believe, my son, and you will be saved! Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved! (Acts 16:31).

I took a truck to my native sub-region, where my parents lived. You too, may you be a magician, witch doctor, murderer, thief, drunkard .... what else do I know, believe and come to Him as you are, and He will save you as He did for me.

Although having benefited from the grace of the Lord, in his ignorance, Brother Lisungi would undoubtedly have avoided certain fights if he had proceeded in this way!

Arrived at the pastor, I told him all my interview with the doctor Kaylash Payba, god of India The pastor encouraged me and even thanked the Lord for me. Personally, I was not convinced of the effectiveness of the prayer, regarding the threats of the doctor. This is why I asked the pastor to give me a sum of money allowing me to go to Yangambi, where my parents resided. I told him that I didn't want to die far from my family.

The pastor, after exhorting me to believe only in the Name of Jesus to be saved, gave me the sum of money necessary for my transport to Yangambi. He accompanied me to the place where we take the means of transport to Yangambi. Along the way, he kept telling me: You will not die, the Lord Jesus loves you!

Disease

In Yangambi, apart from a few students who had attended the magical demonstrations I was doing outdoors in Kisangani, no one could suspect my mysterious activities. My conscience did not reproach me for anything vis-à-vis my parents. Indeed, they knew that I was studying in Kisangani, and that one of my teachers was accommodating me. Sometimes, when I was still with Hélène, I sent them small sums of money, while letting them know that I was unemployed. In reality, I couldn't get their attention by giving them large sums of money. So my arrival in Yangambi was completely normal for them. I was well received, the neighbors came to say hello.

I felt a little sorrow at the idea that I would miss all these dear people for good after twelve hours, that is to say after my death!

At five minutes to twelve, I told them I was retiring to my room to rest. In reality, I did not want to die in the presence of my parents. Before stretching out on the bed, I said this prayer: - Lord Jesus, it is to join You that I left all my glory, all my wealth and all my happiness. Now I'm going to die ... I ask You one thing, Lord Jesus: I want my soul not to go to the cemetery, where I come from. Send your angels to retrieve my soul, so that I am not the laughing stock of those I have left, of those I have abandoned to follow You ... I wish my spirit to go where the spirit of the third body of the cemetery is gone. Forgive my sins and take care of my parents. Amen!

At twelve o'clock I felt weakness invade my body. My whole body, as well as the room I was in, was inundated with a strong smell of perfume. I tell myself that the doctor had kept his word. Indeed, more than ten years spent in the service of demons had given me a certain knowledge of their mores. For example, when I lived with Hélène, and took a bath, I used cans of perfume instead of water. Where did they come from? I do not know. So when I smelled the scent, I told myself they were there.

Then I lost consciousness ...

At four o'clock, I regained consciousness, and I realized that I was not dead. A few moments later, I paralyzed myself, that is to say that the joints of my body no longer responded properly to my will. I had lost my memory. I no longer knew how to calculate one plus one, nor what my name was. I did not know how to express myself properly. I couldn't stand on my legs for more than five minutes without falling or losing my balance ... In short, I had become mentally retarded!

My parents did not understand what had happened to me. I, on the other hand, knew it, but I was not in a position to tell them. In their haste, they "took them to healers, to help me.

For two weeks, I followed this native treatment without success. I was cut into the skin of the neck, kidneys, face, stomach, and wrists, using razor blades, while rubbing black powdered substances with my fingers. I followed this treatment without any improvement in my state of health.

Sometimes I would regain my memory for a limited period of time. One day, in a moment of lucidity, I said to my parents:

- This native treatment of which I am the object is of no use to me. These are spirits that are responsible for my current condition. These witch doctors can do nothing against spirits. They are all at the service of a single master. Instead, take me to the hospital so that I can die there, instead of ruining my body with these unnecessary incisions. What good is all this expense?

The next day, my parents took me to the INERA hospital in Yangambi. The doctors, after examining me, diagnosed heart palpitations. For more precision, and for those who would one day like to verify the veracity of what will follow, I give you the names of the two doctors who made the diagnosis: doctor LIKWELA and doctor KANDE. These doctors therefore concluded that I would recover after two weeks of treatment.

My dear brothers and sisters, instead of the predicted two weeks, I stayed two years in the hospital, only to come out with my feet in front! Two years of deprivation and excruciating suffering.

Besides my isolation and suffering, there was also the problem of my diet. Indeed, seven years spent feeding me only foods prepared in the cemetery had conditioned my stomach. I threw up whatever prepared food I wanted to swallow, or else it caused me diarrhea ... So I had to go back to my old diet, which consisted of eating only raw foods. When I was still at the teacher's house. It was easy for me to follow this diet. But to allow myself such a diet in a hospital in Yangambi was a luxury, which my means could not meet. 

This is how I could spend three to four days without food, without anyone bringing me anything to eat. I did not condemn my parents for this lack of food. I understood them. First, they don't had nothing to do with what was happening to me. Then the food they had to bring me was scarce on the market. Finally, the distance which separated the hospital from the house was also for many in this deprivation. So I understood them.

My little brothers who had to bring me food were also getting tired. Over the days, my parents lost interest in me because of the length of my illness. A disease that had never been well defined. Two years is no small thing in the life of a human being. My parents wanted either my recovery or my recovery, or my death. Because they were overwhelmed, yes, overwhelmed, to see me suffer, and to see themselves unable to do anything to help me. So they prayed, asking the Most High to heal me or take my life, for the fact that I remain in this condition did not satisfy anyone except Satan, of course, my former boss.

My health was going from bad to worse. It was getting worse day by day, despite the drugs that were administered to me, thanks to the relationships that my family had with certain nurses. My younger brother was a trainee nurse at this hospital. After his internship, he entrusted me to the care of his friends, so that I would be well treated. Despite all this care, my illness was still getting worse.

I was not afraid of dying. What tormented me was the idea that after my death my spirit could return to the cemetery. To put an end to this ordeal, I decided to kill myself. But, remembering the condition of the suicides at the cemetery, I refused to do what I had personally planned to accomplish. I'd rather do it through you through another person.

I once asked a nurse to end my life, for example by exceeding the dose of medicine, or simply poisoning me. At the time, the nurse did not answer. Two days later he came to my bedside and gave me this speech:

- It is not because you are my friend's brother that you should think you are allowed everything. The act you asked me to do towards you is an ignominy in the field of medicine. No doctor, no doctor, no nurse in the world will be able to agree to commit the act that you ask me to commit without incurring legal proceedings from the medical order. Moreover, he would be removed from the medical order, and could no longer exercise his profession as a doctor. So you see that what you are asking me to do amounts to betraying my oath. But since you want to die, wait, I'll help you out by chasing you out of here! Like that, you will go and die wherever you want, but not here anyway.

I want to inform you that this nurse had inquired about my past, and that he knew who I was. For him, what I asked him to do was magic. I, on the other hand, knew that it was Satan who made me suffer like this, to prove to me that it was not easy to abandon him.

I was taken to the Essai hospital, because there were not enough patients there. Several days passed. One day I was sitting on the veranda with my back leaning against a column. I noticed that the world I was in began to flee from me. In other words, the sights and sounds were moving away from me and coming back. As they moved away, everything became smaller, and the sounds became inaudible. This phenomenon lasted at least for ten minutes, then everything returned to normal.

I informed my nurse. This denarius immediately told me that it was death which was coming, and that if I was a believer it was high time for me to pray or to confess. Contrary to his expectation, perhaps, that he gave me this answer, it filled me with so much joy that he could not imagine it. I told myself that at last I was going to die, that the suffering and the isolation were over, as well as the sickness and the torments, and that I was finally going to see Jesus. I was going to see Him face to face, Him, the King of all spirit, Him who was so feared, Him, the pinnacle of all power!

After telling the nurse what had happened to me, I was moved to another room. I was then transferred to the room of the dying. There was already a man who had preceded me in this room, and who occupied a bed. He was already dying. I inform you that, during the five days which had preceded my change of room, no one brought me food. In addition to my illness, I was therefore hungry, and, despite the blankets, I was cold.

I felt in me a total weakening invade my whole being. I was lying on my sickbed. There was a young boy who had come to visit a sick relative. After he looked for him all over the hospital, he was sent to the ward where I was. It was there that he found his parent in agony. The young man hastened to inform the family of their relative's condition. As he left, I motioned for him to come closer. When I challenged him, he recognized in me the magician of Kisangani. He recognized me despite my weight loss. Without giving him time to say a word, I told him to also go and tell my people about the seriousness of my condition, and I added:

- I feel that death is approaching. I will die. I can feel it, and, moreover, the doctors have told me so. You, on the other hand, will tell my parents and tell them to hurry, because this will be their last visit. They won't be able to come back here after my death, except to transport my body and bury it. By dying, I put an end to their torments. Tell them I don't blame them for dying so young. It is not their fault. They sent me to study, and I, because I wanted to get rich quickly, I dabbled in magic.

I have only one regret regarding them:

I die like a dog. I die like someone with no family, with no one beside me to close my eyes after I die. I'm dying of starvation: for five days, no one has come to see me, and I haven't eaten anything. Tell them I don't blame them. It's my fault ... Go and tell them everything I told you. Moved by this dismal speech, the young boy began to cry. He refused to leave, telling me that he preferred to wait until I died, so that he closed his eyes afterwards, and then he would go to do the errand. But I categorically refused his offer. To convince him, I added: - Hurry. Maybe if you hurry, they can come and find me still alive, and so I can tell them what I didn't have the courage to tell you .. Hurry! Reassured,

A few hours after the young man left, I experienced strange sensations in my body.

Lying on my bed in the room where I was, I saw the sky descend at a dizzying speed, and cover my eyes. I repeat that I was in the hospital room. I rolled my eyes from side to side trying to figure out what was happening to me, but everywhere I turned my head I could only see the blue of the sky. Not the black of the night, but the blue of the sky. My sight was gone ... (Eccles. 12: 4).

A few moments later, the sounds died away. I felt the noises that were around me fade away little by little, until they completely disappeared ... No sound or noise was audible to me anymore. I concluded that I had become deaf. Hearing was also gone ... (Eccles. 12: 6). I was not blind, yet I only saw the color blue. I was deaf. I couldn't see or hear anything that wasn't known around me, but I could feel everything that was happening there. So I was still conscious, sort of. A moment later, I noticed that my jaws weighed so heavily and no longer obeyed the force of my will to open or close. I could no longer speak or make any sound come out.

Yet my heart was still beating and I was breathing, albeit with difficulty, but I was still breathing. The Word was gone ... (Eccles. 12: 6).

Then I suddenly felt a freezing, if not deadly cold, come over me and grab my toes and fingers. From the toes and fingers, this cold gradually gained all my body, and converged on the heart. Each member of my body crossed by this cold became insensitive, as if it no longer existed.

It then became impossible for me to move, even a little finger. All the members of my body had become too heavy and no longer obeyed me. The touch had just left ... (Eccles. 12: 7).

Then came the critical moment, a dreadful moment that every being born of a woman goes through. The beating of my heart echoed in me with great amplification, like a hammer on a blacksmith's anvil ... Thum! Thoum! Thoum! ... The sequence of blows became irregular. The interval between stroke and the next widened more and more. I was afraid and wanted to cry out ... (Eccles. 12: 7).

I wanted to scream for help, cry for help! But the voice no longer left my throat. I wanted to call a preacher of the Good Word, the pastor to baptize me ... I even wanted to say a short prayer, but the ideas no longer came to me was too late ... Everything was muddled in my head. I was in pain, and my pain was increasing more and more.

My dear brothers and sisters in Christ, I cried, regretted my life, especially my youth. I told myself it was my fault that I had to suffer like this. Why had I tried to get rich? Why did I seek power and glory by resorting to dishonest means? Why had I blindly followed the teacher's teachings? Why had I practiced magic? Now I had to die prematurely, young and poor, while those my age still lived, although poor but still alive. Now I had to pay the price, but what the price? (Eccles. 12: 1-3).

A throbbing pain gripped my heart. It looked like a mysterious surgeon, better still than a butcher, was cutting raw, using scissors, an area in the center of the heart. With each stroke of the scissors, the pain increased in intensity. With each stroke, I inhaled a great breath of air. I was inhaling plenty of air, but my lungs never filled up! They looked like they were holed and let the air pass without holding it back. We all know that breathing is about inhaling fresh air and exhaling the air already processed by the lungs. But me, I was only inhaling, while my lungs did not allow me to breathe out ...

With each new blow, the pain became more and more acute, and I was now inhaling much bigger gusts of air than before. Dear brothers and sisters, it is at this precise moment that every man needs his Creator. Besides, I have no comments to make on this, since you were already born. So you will die one day, and you will go through this experience to verify its veracity ... I may not be able to find the appropriate terms, but it is so. It is at this moment that you will desire to know your God, you who have not yet known him, and who persist in ignoring him ... Finally, the last cut of the scissors cut my last slice! All the air in my lungs came out and I exhaled ... I was dead!

On the other side of death

A few seconds after my lungs released all the air in them, I saw myself get up and put myself on my bed, so that my feet touched the floor. Next to me, on the other bed, I noticed a person getting up from their bed as well. This person wanted to know if I was ready for the trip. Indeed. It seemed to me that I had to take a certain trip, but to go where I did not know! So I replied in the affirmative.

My new companion and I climbed down from our respective beds, and headed for the exit. As we walked away, I glanced at the place I had just left. On the bed, I noticed an elongated shape covered with clothes. I didn't recognize this shape as my old body, since I had another one, and I wasn't crazy either. So we got off the beds and headed for the exit, in order to find a means of transportation to get us to the destination. I specify that this destination was unknown to us until then. We went to settle on the other side of the road which passed by there.

A white car came to a stop a few yards from where we were. The driver got out and asked us if we had seen two people with packages in hand, and he added:

-The KING sends me to look for two people who, in principle, should be in this place.

My friend and I answered eagerly that it was indeed us. The driver stared at us for a moment without saying anything, got into his car, and drove off.

After the car left, our attention was drawn to a group of people who were coming in making a lot of noise, holding their chests while lamenting. Without paying attention to our presence, they passed us and entered the room from which we had left. Inside, they made even more noise than outside. Gathered around the two beds, they bustled around, lamenting even more, looking at the two shapes lying on the beds.

Since the noise they were making exasperated us, I approached one of them to explain the reason for all the noise. I touched him and asked him the reason for all the noise. The other didn't even look in my direction. I abandoned him to go find another, still from the same group. The reaction of this second person was identical to that of the first. I wanted to contact a third person, when my mate stepped in to tell me to let go. He added:

- Can't you see that they can't see us, smell us or hear us? - If they can neither see us, nor smell us, nor hear us, it is because we are dead ...

This deduction made my companion uncomfortable. Annoyed, he said to me:

- We are not dead and we will never die, at least as far as I'm concerned. I am alive and I will not die!

Seeing the tone of his voice and the calm with which he spoke, I could no longer doubt. Convinced, I fell silent and came back to take my place by the side of the road, next to him. A little later, the people in question left the hospital with two packages.

A long time passed without any incident disturbing our peace of mind. Well came another vehicle, a bus this time, which pulled up close to where we were. The driver, without getting out of his vehicle, asked us whether it was really us, and if we were the two passengers he had been ordered to bring back in his vehicle? Our response was affirmative. Astonished at our response, he left disappointed ...

The silence was broken by a voice which came from above us, and which said: "Christian women!"

African Christian Women! ”Looking up in the direction the voices were coming from, we saw a large ship, a ship sailing through space!

The passengers on the boat were black women, all wearing white handkerchiefs. On the boat was fixed the flag of Jesus. When they saw us, these women waved their handkerchiefs in our direction, and sang a melody of which the following is the text: “The flag of Jesus flies and shows us the way to heaven!” We stood gazing at the boat, which disappeared with its wings. passengers in the clouds. We responded to their greetings by waving our hands.

Long after the boat had disappeared, I asked my companion this question:

-My dear, you who say we are not dead, have you ever seen a boat sailing in the air? Me, not yet, it is only here that I see such things. Then, did you hear the words of the song of the women who greeted us in the boat, earlier? "The flag of Jesus shows us the way to heaven." Have you ever heard that anywhere else, you who claim not to know death? "

For all answer, after having smiled with the air of someone in pity, he said to me:

- If you think you're dead, I don't know, my dear. But don't you want us to talk about something else, please, because I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't want to explain it to you anyway.

I felt ridiculous at my friend's attitude. With each answer he gave me, I felt the pointlessness of my insistence. So I was silent, and I resigned myself, so as not to cause her any worries with my questions.

A loud noise made us jump: it was a large flying machine. I call it airplane for better understanding, but in reality it was not an airplane. The plane in question therefore landed a few meters away from where we were. The pilot left his cabin and motioned for my friend to take a seat on board. The latter did not need to be asked twice. He entered without protocol. I was also about to enter, when I saw the door slam in my face. The pilot, using a microphone, told me that he had not received precise instructions about me, he told me that it was necessary to wait for the decision of the ROI, which was to pass by a while to the other at that precise location. Inside the machine, my companion followed my plea with the pilot.

Suddenly a loud voice was heard: "THE KING!"

Suddenly the KING appeared. His body was transparent as crystal, that is to say that our eyes could cross his body without difficulty, and distinctly see the objects which were on the other side. He was handsome and had the build of a normal man. Someone got out of the plane, holding a document in his hand, in which he read my whole life. He described everything I did, from the day I first became conscious until I sent the young man to tell my family at the hospital. The KING followed everything without saying a word then, at the end, He nodded negatively. He didn't say a word. Then He disappeared. At the same time, the plane took off, carrying my companion. As the latter was leaving, a great sorrow invaded my heart! I was left alone abandoned. This feeling of isolation hurt me so much that I wanted to cry.

But all of a sudden I heard a distant voice saying: "JESUS ​​CHRIST, JUDGE OF THE DEAD!

JESUSCHRIST, JUDGE OF THE DEAD! JESUS ​​CHRIST, JUDGE OF THE DEAD! "This voice came closer to me and grew louder so that the third time I felt like my eardrums were bursting. No longer holding on, and with a last ditch effort, I woke up!

A Risen One in Yangambi!

So I was back to life! When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed were the palm branches hanging over my head. When I turned my head around, there were instantly two movements in the crowd that was around me: those who were nearby fled, fleeing away from me, while those who were far approached to see. why the others were fleeing. So there were two simultaneous movements. It was time for contemplation and admiration.

Personally, I didn't understand what was going on.

There were several people around me. Among them, I recognized some faces. To my left was a coffin with all the items ready for burial: there were crisp white sheets, pillows, and some of my clothes. I was wearing a suit that I didn't remember having worn before.

I had white socks on my feet, and white gloves on my hands. Everything smelled of perfume. The bottle was also placed on the edge of the coffin. It was almost two o'clock when I came to life.

Candles were shining in the four corners of the coffin. When I realized what had happened, great joy flooded my heart. I was dead, and now I was back to life! As I got up from the bed where I was lying, my first words were: "GLORY TO JESUS ​​CHRIST, JESUS ​​CHRIST IS ALIVE!" People around me were amazed, wondering where I had known Jesus.

After this moment of immense joy, I expressed the wish to go to the hospital where I had been hospitalized, and where I had died. When we heard of my resurrection, everyone came running to see me. I had spent more than a day among the dead. Because I had died the day before around ten o'clock, and I had come back to life the next day around two o'clock. I was already getting ready for my funeral when I came back to life.

On the way to the hospital, everyone was surprised that I was talking about JESUS ​​THE SAVIOR. I felt that a force was dragging me towards the hospital. I didn't even know what I was going to do there. When I arrived at the hospital, I was recognized by the sick as the deceased who had been taken away the day before. Without worrying about what they were saying, I cried aloud: “GLORY TO JESUS ​​CHRIST, JESUS ​​CHRIST IS ALIVE!” These words, spoken around three o'clock in a hospital in Yanganibi produced a great miracle.

All the sick were healed. All, without exception! Even those who had been operated in the afternoon of that same day. All were healed, and the doctors could not believe it! One of them, Doctor BAYLO approached a former patient who he himself had operated on in the afternoon. But, seeing this denarius jumping and running for joy, he believed that he had gone mad, in addition to his illness, or that it was he himself who was going mad. To be sure, he called a sick man and forced him to undress. The latter, shamelessly, did not need to be asked twice. Then the doctor noticed how the one who had formed the body of man with the dust of the earth knew how to heal, Him, JESUS ​​...! There was no scar or trace of any kind of surgery left.

For a miracle, it was one! A real one, in any case! The doctor no longer knew what to think or what to say. Of course, he knew how to define what a miracle was, but he had never felt one. That day he was given the opportunity to see one, and he believed. The himself, he was baptized by immersion in the Name of JESUS! For lack of patients, the hospital remained empty ....

After this great miracle, I remembered my traveling companion, the one who had taken the plane. I expressed the wish that I be taken to his place. There, I saw that mourning was in full swing. I approached his close relatives and asked them to listen to me. When they recognized me, they all fell silent. I advised them not to cry any more, but to rejoice, since their deceased relative was "fine" where he was now. I explained to them everything that had happened, and how I had trouble making the deceased understand that we were dead.

 How my companion had advised me not to try to find out the reasons for the uproar they were making. I made them understand that crying and lamenting had nothing to do with the dead. All they needed was peace and quiet. I also explained to them how the Great King had sent a whole plane to transport their brother whom they were crying. All followed me with an attentive ear. No one dared to interrupt me. At the end of my story, no one started crying again. It was time to go and bury the body of my companion.

Although weakened by illness, I also carried my friend's coffin. I said to myself: “If I was still in the magic, I could not see the spirit of this one!” When we arrived at the cemetery, there were two holes dug in the ground in the same place. One was for me, and the other was for my companion.

Our graves were adjoining because we had died on the same day. The sight of my grave aroused in me the same feelings of isolation I had felt when the plane took off, taking my friend ...

Fatigue, hunger, and grief eventually broke what little strength I still had left. Remembering the departure of my companion, I cried. Why did I come back to life? To still suffer in this lower world? My body needed a lot of rest and food. I fell for lack of energy, and I lost consciousness! Passed out, I was taken home. I regained consciousness along the way.

Several days passed. I returned to Kisangani. There I became an evangelist. To further deepen my knowledge of the things of God, I enrolled in the Bible School run by Norwegian teachers.

My parents chose a young girl to manage for me. Then I was employed at the CAMEZA Company, an agency in Kisangani. This company manufactures metallic wires. I had the rank of Assistant Director. The Company accommodated me and I had a Land-Rover at my disposal.

The Lord blesses His work through my ministry, within the Church of Kisangani. Many miracles were produced through our prayers, including the healing of the mentally ill. Indeed, our ministry mainly concerned the mentally ill. We prayed for them, and the Lord healed them all.

Among them were the two young students who had fled when the Felbuss arrived, the commando who had shot me, and many other people.

Around us a prayer cell was formed.

As part of my ministry, I persuaded several people, to whom I had given talismans when I was still practicing magic, to follow my example and give up the magic practices. Some accepted and gave up magic, while others did not want my words. In them, Satan had tightened the blindfold of ignorance over their eyes, lest they see the clarity of prayer while it was still daylight.

THE MISSION

My diploma of Technical Engineer in General Agronomy allowed me to assume certain responsibilities in local companies. At CAMEZA, for example, I was Deputy Regional Director at the Kisangani branch. Unlike some people who, once blessed materially, feel ashamed to proclaim the Risen Jesus Christ, my duties were no handicap to me in preaching the Gospel around me. This is to tell you that I had resumed the course of life.

Beloved in the Lord, my interest in divine things had made me become an evangelist in a Protestant community in the place. During six years of ministry in my church, I have kept secret the testimony you have just read. This silence was due to several factors:

First of all, I saw no point in telling the children of God about this past of myself that I wanted to forget at all costs. Then, I was afraid of being brought to justice by some people who would feel directly concerned by this story. Finally, there was the respect due to my teacher who, moreover, was always there.

The fireball

Around me a prayer group formed which did not depend on any other existing community, except Jesus Christ Himself. We gathered for praise, meditation on the Word of God, intercessory prayer and worship.

As I told you previously, the Lord had given us the gift of healing ... One day, we were taken seven sick, so that God could save them through our prayers. But, despite our prayers, none of the sick was recovered! And as was added to this a certain spiritual dryness within our group, we decreed a fast of seven days, in order to rekindle the presence of the Holy Spirit among us. This young person was to end with a vigil of prayer which coincided with the date of January 1, 1986.

An event then occurred during that night. In fact, there were 32 of us in a room on the plot located at 39, rue de Mangobo. Rongo district, Matete area, in the city of Kisangani. We exalted God with songs of praise, and everyone was sweating! Suddenly, a fireball descended, and stopped in the middle of the four choir brothers!

Moved by the power of the Holy Spirit, these brothers took turns confessing their misdeeds aloud, while weeping! This confession left us speechless, because we could not have imagined for a single moment to have within our choir thieves, crooks, harlots and assassins! But, taking part in their sincerity, we also began to cry, imploring for them the forgiveness of the Almighty. How wonderful it is to receive the Lord's forgiveness, to be washed away from all sins, and to live in the love of Christ!

In this ball of fire that everyone saw in our midst, I saw what Ezekiel had seen and written in the second verse of his book: a "Being in White!" this Being of Light Approached me and wiped away my tears! It was then that, not being able to control my emotion, I exploded with joy and I cried aloud: "my brothers, the Lord Jesus Christ has wiped away my tears, the Lord is there, He is in our midst! "

Indeed, my brothers noticed that my wet cheeks had indeed become dry. But they only saw the fireball, and not the Lord.

What wonder in this, my beloved? Hadn't those who accompanied Saul on the road to Damascus seen the light without hearing the voice?

After that, the Being became the ball of fire again, which He ascended to heaven, dragging me along in its path, as described in Ezechiel 8: 3. Whereas, for the brothers who prayed with me, I had collapsed lifeless on the ground!

My beloved brothers in the Lord, it is with great reservations that I describe this part of my testimony to you. Indeed, it is difficult for me to locate these facts with precision in time as in space, quite simply because everything took place outside my mortal body and the earth. Let this reservation be viewed in the same light as that advanced by Paul in 2 Cor. 12: 2-3.

Throughout our climb, I saw several people leave the earth towards the sky, the Being whose form it was always difficult for me to distinguish said to me:

"I allowed you to do magic and know all these things to denounce them to your fellows by your testimony , so that they abandon their evil steals, convert and live.

However, you are silent and you preach my Gospel! Yes, but first testify in front of your brothers so that my message reaches their hearts and finds its place ... Come and see what your silence costs .. "

Arrived at a bifurcation, He said to me: "On earth, you always say that there will be a judgment, but without understanding its meaning. This is the judgment. It is here that each one automatically takes his direction, according to the life he led on earth. Do you see anyone who judges the people who come? ”No, I do not see anyone, I replied.

One of the two directions to take ended at a great well, a great chasm whose bottom, covered with a blackish material, like that which has been subjected to great temperatures, resembled an engine exhaust pipe.

We approached the well so as to have a good overview. And I saw people among whom were those whom I had perverted, and who were not thrown into the abyss! Before switching, they found time to moan and say: "Ah! Pastor Lisungi had informed us of these things, we would not be there! He's a bad pastor!" The others would say: "Lisungi us deceived! ”Among the latter, I did indeed recognize my former clients of talismans, that is to say to whom I had given so-called powers and protections.

I realized my crime before the Lord even had his mouth shut: the price of my silence! I felt very uncomfortable.

Turning slowly to me, and all moved, the Lord said to me: "All these people you watch perish bear my image! I sacrificed my life for the salvation of each of them! My blood therefore shed for forgiveness of all these souls. Can you estimate the value of a human being's soul? But know that the earth and the heavens do not equal the value of a soul. So, do you see how many souls are lost as a result of your silence What will you give me in compensation?

Nothing .... not even your own life, because it too is precious! Therefore, you too will be there!

“Me, Lord?” I pleaded. He replied, “Yes, You!”

With these words, I fell on my knees all in tears, and I implored him in these terms: "If I have found grace in your eyes, my God, so that you make me see the gravity of my sin, accept, O Lord, forgive me. I did not know that my silence could be so fatal. Grant me, I beg you, a chance to denounce without omitting anything all the evil that I have known, which plagues your people and which destroys it, for I did not know that it was so. Forgive me! "-" Here there is no forgiveness, "replied the Lord.

The enclosure and the pond

But the Lord motioned for me to get up and follow Him. We left these dreadful places to go to another.

Arrived at a certain point on our route, I felt as if I was drawn into a sort of invisible tunnel, at the exit of which I noticed a very large fence, a perimeter wall that went as far as the eye could see in both directions. Obviously, the enclosure was swarming with people. There were even some above the wall, and they seemed happy.

I headed for the door with the intention of entering, but, when I got there, the man next to me said to me: "Do not enter, because you cannot get out!" Despite this sage! Advice, my curiosity led me to try to enter anyway on my own, but without succeeding. That is to say that at each attempt, as if reading my mind, my companion would intervene energetically to prevent me from doing so. He asked me to wait here, which I did. When I tried to realize what was happening to me, a woman appeared a few feet away from us. A sad and ill-dressed woman who walked without ardor towards us, in tears, and humming the following melody:

“Even if on this earth I experience difficulties, these difficulties are only temporary, for in Jesus, my Savior, I will be at ease. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!” The great gate opened and a strong man came out of the fence, wearing fine clothes which he gave to this woman. She dressed neatly without ceasing to sing her melody, the second stanza of which read: "Even if we are rejected on earth, this rejection is only fleeting, because the Lord Jesus loves me!

Alleluia! Alleluia! "

During all the time taken by the woman to dress, the door was left ajar, which allowed me to see the atmosphere that reigned inside. Several people, very happy and provided with various musical instruments (maracas, synthesizers, harmonicas ...) expressed their joy by singing hymns of praise dedicated to the Creator.

I was even able to remember some of these hymns, which I later taught my choristers. But their interpretation was far from equaling what I had heard! Here is an excerpt:

Our salvation, eh eh!

Emanates from the Most High, eh eh!

Our salvation, eh eh!

Emanates from the Most High, eh eh!

Beloved in the Lord, you only read words, words, but I lived the scene and heard the hymn of praise to the Almighty! Ah! May he be praised forever! Amen!

Then, from where we were, we saw a healthy man coming towards us, but he was walking zigzagging. He looked like a drunkard or a blind man, or someone who didn't know his way. When the man had arrived near us, two beings all dressed in red appeared from I do not know where, grabbed him and dragged him in an opposite direction to the gate of the enclosure! 

My companion asked me to follow them, which I did. At the end of the race, I saw pools similar to very large basins, and a river of a boiling reddish liquid, comparable to palm oil heated to 2,000 degrees. At the sight of the boiling pond, the man tried to resist, but his two guards subjected him to a dip in the liquid. In contact with his body with this boiling material, the man could not help but let out an infernal moan. He struggled like a grilled sea fish, and his body took on the shape of a sci-fi fossil.

Watching the scene, I tell myself that I would not like to share the fate of this man. Beside me, my companion, who was obviously reading my mind, said to me with simplicity: "If ..., if ... your place is here!" For the second time, I fell on my knees crying, He pulled me up and we regained our first place. In the meantime, on the way back, He explained to me: This man was a good man, he gave alms to the poor and great gifts to the needy. Just at the time of his illness, a situation made him lose his temper, to the point of succumbing, under the shock of emotion ... 

so understand that at the time of his death, he did not was not animated by My Spirit, but rather by that of anger. And yet you read that whoever does not have the Spirit of Christ cannot belong to him! (Rom. 8: 9). So what this man lacked is the Spirit to lead him to Me. This is why you saw him being brought in without his being able to resist. "My beloved, the Apostle Paul seeing the perversion of the human heart, which is always inclined to evil, advises us not to keep the anger within ourselves:" Let not the sun set on your anger, "tells us -he.

Indeed, I regretted the fate reserved for this man.

After that I saw a woman come. She walked slowly, dragging a burden behind her. As she approached, what she was dragging heavily between her legs could be distinguished: it was her sex! A penis that had grown disproportionately, to the point that she dragged it on the floor!

When we arrived near us, no one dared to look at her twice, it was so awful, dirty, repulsive, and ...

smelly! It was immediately taken to the boiling ponds. Before diving into it, she exclaimed:

"Ah! You, something I wanted so much, you who made me happy: you fed me, lodged me and clad me, here is where you are taking me ...!

To explain to me the fate of this woman, my companion said to me: "Despite the advice that I lavished on her through my ministers, she did not stop prostituting herself, and said that her sex was her raison d'être" .

I saw several women also thrown into the pond, without being told why. But I understood for myself that they had been caused by adultery.

Then came a young man's turn. As he progressed towards the entrance of the enclosure, his chest bulged out and increased in size, so that it was impossible for him to enter through the portal! He struggled to enter, but was successful. He made loud noises, even inviting us to help him. Then came the two men in red who apostrophized him, giving him the order not to disturb us.

After which they grabbed him. The young man having protested, he was severely beaten and dragged towards the ponds.

- He was a great brawler, a very fierce assassin, and here is where his wickedness leads him! my companion explained to me.

After that, a woman came to enter the compound. Just in the opening of the door, several children came to curl up and block the hinges, which they prevented any movement. Unable to enter the enclosure, the woman was surprised by the two men in red who dragged her to the other side, while the children regained inside. Here is the explanation I received: - This woman killed several people by abortions. She has aborted a lot, from a young age until her marriage! Without success, I sent several people to repent and let go of her abominations. But she always replied that a fetus is only an amalgam of blood and not a human being! And yet, the spirit that animates this "amalgam" of blood is the same as that which animates an old man. Indeed, it is the body which evolves and grows, but the spirit remains the same. Thus, the one who kills with a knife, the one who kills by magical means, and the one who kills by any other means, are all in the same bag as those who kill by abortion! For those, it would be better if they weren't born!

Then I saw a man coming along, humming a song, very happy. When he approached the enclosure, the door of which had just been opened for him, six women escaped from the pond and blocked his passage, vigorously protesting against the fact that the door had been opened for him. They said: - It would be injustice for this man to be saved and for us alone to suffer the punishment! Since he is the cause of our loss, Justice be done!

The Lord asked me: “Do you remember the woman who entered here?” - “Yes,” I replied. So He explained to me:

-She is the wife of this man. They were poor when they got married. My maid often begged Me to help her. I answered her prayer by filling her with goods, and she became very rich.

However, despite her riches, she did not abandon Me. Her husband, this man you saw entering here, confiscated all of her possessions and appropriated them. To top it all off, he repudiated her to marry those you saw! Although she was repudiated, my servant kept begging My forgiveness for her husband, and for me to bring him home. As a result of his wife's interventions, all the anger I had against this man was assuaged (Mat. 19: 4). Mocking Me, the latter replied to My servants that he was ready to take his wife back, on condition that she consented to share the marital bed with her six rivals, something that my servant could not accept, for fear of sharing the sin (1 Cor. 6:16). She therefore remained alone until her death ..., rejected even by those of her family, because they did not understand why she did not want to live with her rivals. 

In response to my servants, the concubines had advanced the reason that they could not abandon their children. This was not true, because in reality it was they who could not get rid of the easy life they had with their lover. Indeed, this man was excessively rich. The horror of poverty, the love of money, honor and luxury, had hardened their hearts to the point of causing their downfall (Mat. 6:24). The six women died in turn. The man did not convert for all that! He continued his life of disorder. But seeing death approaching, this man invited my ministers to preach the good news to him, and he repented just before his death.

My beloved in the Lord Jesus Christ, it is not for nothing that the Apostle Paul, although filled with the Holy Spirit, was not able to communicate to us in human language what he had experienced in the third heaven.

I have seen and heard many things in such a short time, in earth hours. During this time, the Lord told me about the past and the future.

May the Holy Spirit help you understand me! Amen!

The mission

I used to receive in our prayer group anyone who told us they had accepted Jesus Christ into their life, without first inquiring about their activities. Our behavior was based on the verse that says the righteous will live by faith. But, subsequently, we discovered, even among our deacons, holders of drinking establishments or hotels.

That day, from on high in His heaven, and after we had left the place where we were standing, the Lord showed me the works of my contemporaries. I then saw unimaginable things!

Indeed, the Lord made me see how, by his drink, the deacon intoxicates people! Once drunk, they do whatever they can. So I understood that God is Holy. The Lord said to me: - Look at this pastor! See how he puts his hand in his pocket and takes out some money to give it to this parishioner!

I followed the scene as on a television screen. Yes, my beloved, God sees everything! I saw how the pastor, in a hotel room, caressed a girl's breast ... When he began to undress her to make love with her, I closed my eyes and looked away so as not to see the scene. But, strangely enough, even with my eyes closed, I could still see! I was astonished at this phenomenon, but I understood what my Lord wanted: to have my finger touch the pain. So I fell on my knees for the third time, and implored Him, "Free my sight from these obscenities!" In response, He said to me: "Are you scandalized at the sight of these things? And yet you are a man ... Can you feel what I feel, I who must see all these abominations?". Then I saw a 12 or 13 year old girl walk into a hotel, accompanied by an old daddy who might have been her grandfather's age. The girl had consented to it because of the money!

Despite the cries of pain, the crying and the bleeding of the little girl, this old man was beating on her!

The Lord fixed me with His tender eyes filled with love, and said to me: - It is not for this purpose that I instituted marriage. This is one of the sins that plague humanity, including in your country, Zaire!

When He had said these words, I saw tears streaming down His cheeks, and he added with anguish:

- This is how the world gets lost!

After that, my companion took me to another place very different from the one where we were earlier, and asked me: "Do you want to see the Master of the world?". - "Yes," I replied. So we started to climb a hill. As we went up, it seemed to me that the macadam, a yellow speckled with green, was in danger of giving way under my feet, or that I was going to slip or fall!

But none of that happened. I live the whole world. Oh! A world that was lighting up on all sides and more and more, and the light of which, very intense, was beginning to dazzle me. I almost got impatient that we still hadn't reached the top. A few moments later, He consoled me, saying: "A little more, and here we are ... But these people keep asking for you .." He worried. Suddenly, as if there had been a last minute change, everything disappeared!

Go to Bethel!

Then He took me over a hill, from the top of which I saw a great city that He showed me:

"This is Kinshasa, your Jerusalem to you, Zairians!"

For the first time since my birth, I was able to contemplate the political capital of my country, Zaire!

We got off there and flew over the city. I could read certain inscriptions on some roofs or on the walls of the enclosures. During this overview, the Lord spoke to me about many things. But. suddenly. He expressed concern, telling me that He was very challenged, disturbed and annoyed by people who called for me! "These people have been insisting for a long time, they never tire of bothering Me, and I am tired of it .." He lamented.

So He said to me: "Do you see that pastor with that woman? ... Do you see this deacon? ... Do you see this deaconess? ... And what are they doing? ... You see this deacon? man there? ... You see ...? "Indeed, I saw them ALL! “Go, I showed them to you.” He ended bitterly.

And I live in the KIN-MAZIERE district. There was someone there whose name I keep silent, lest you recognize him. The Lord said to me: "He is a pastor, but he has two wives ... the other, he has hidden it ... Here it is! ... His name is Mado! Go, and tell him to 'abandon your sin .... Go. ”Then, at Boulevard Lumumba, in the Limeté area, the Lord showed me a fence wall facing the first street, on which I read the following inscriptions:

CHARISMATIC GROUP OF LIMETÉ

FIRST STREET - LIMETÉ

CITY OF BÉTHEL

"PERMANENCE"

We lingered in front of this inscription which He pointed out, saying to me with insistence: "You will first go to give testimony at Bethel, before going to do it elsewhere in Kinshasa ... Do it first in this Assembly, and you will see what God will do! Then you will go where my Spirit leads you. I will be with you. "

Once again, He said to me: "Look, we are still calling you, and I am tired of these urgent and incessant calls ... There they are!"

I tried to find out who these people were who gave themselves the luxury of interfering with such a good conversation I had with my Creator. I thought for a moment that they were behind me and, when I looked away to see them, for the second time ..., I came back to life, lying on a lounge chair ...! The people who demanded me were indeed there, who demanded me, who kept imploring my return to the Lord. Because, for this second death, nobody cried, but everyone was rather in prayer.

I had come back to life without seeing the Master of the world! Me, who suddenly wanted black so much! It hurt me a lot! At the same time, I was pleasantly surprised by the very dense crowd of those who had come to complain to me and to witness the second death of Brother Lusungi! It was wonderful .... extraordinary! Among those around me were my brothers, fasting companions, my Norwegian teachers, those who had been healed by the Lord through our prayer ... It was fantastic! There were nuns and men of different religious denominations. Sisters in Christ from various congregations were also there! And the impressive number of vehicles ...! All of this was beyond me and I am very happy about it.

There was also in this crowd a man in a white coat, a registered nurse. There was a scene between him and my fasting companions, of which the following is an account: Indeed, when the fireball had carried me away, my prayer companions saw that I had collapsed to the ground, unconscious , as I told you above. It was exactly midnight thirty minutes. Some of them lacked faith, and said that the Lord had punished me because I had resumed my old magical practices.

While others, firmer in their faith in Christ, maintained that the Lord had taken me from among them to speak to me. The first, in their insistence, appealed to the nurse in question, who arrived with all the necessary instruments for auscultation. He concludes with a death caused by a sudden heart failure. He got ready to sign the death certificate.

But his diagnosis was not accepted by the brothers who remained optimistic. This attitude made the nurse uncomfortable, who thought that his skills were doubted. At the same time, a prophecy came out of the mouth of a young girl of 13, announcing: "It is I, Jesus, who have called my servant Lisungi to me, to entrust him with a very important mission throughout the world. . I will send him back to your midst. "

If this message had brought relief to the brothers, it had on the other hand hardened the heart of the nurse, who did not yet believe that the One who had created the word could speak. He apostrophized the girl, calling her a liar and profaner of God. Then he concluded in these terms: - I know that it is God who gave men the intelligence to treat and heal their contemporaries. But it is also by the grace of the same God that I am certain of the death of the man whose body is stretched out before us. He is someone who has not been fortunate enough to resist a seven day fast. Usually women can do this without a problem, but men limit themselves to only five days. But since you agree to argue that he will come back to life,

A long time passed without anything happening, and the registered nurse was still there when, around six o'clock, two sisters in Christ who were not praying in our community came to give this message:

"The Lord Jesus sends us to ask you not to worry about Brother Lisungi, and to inform you that he will come to life with an important mission which will lead him through the world." Then the spirits calmed down further.

Indeed, I came back to life. It was eleven fifty-five. It was at the same time a great joy among the brethren, and a great astonishment for the registered nurse who only then strengthened his faith in the Lord, and recognized that nothing is impossible with God.

So that's what I learned about the nurse in question at my second resurrection.

In my turn, I told the brothers everything I had just experienced and heard from the Lord, and which concerned them, all were enthusiastic and glorified God. I also explained to them everything about this evil, this plague, the greatest sin that the Lord revealed to me, and which is rampant in Zaire, our country: ADULTERY!

"Zaire is in distress," I confirmed to them. "This is how the Lord sends me to preach. He told me that when I have completed my preaching mission, He will bring me somewhere where He will take me back forever, that is, how I will die again! ”On that first New Year's Day, there was much conversation in Kisangani, and many people resolved to live in Christ. Glory to God!

We rejected the idea of ​​appealing to the assembly to provide the money necessary to purchase the ticket for the trip to Kinshasa, in order to put our faith to the test. God answered our prayer. The following happened:

One day, driven by not knowing my strength, I got up very early in the morning for a walk in the port of Onatra. Along the way, I passed a soldier, a Warrant Officer whom I had never known before. After neither having greeted with the warmth of someone who knew me very well, he put his hand in his pocket and took out a sum of two thousand and fourteen zaires, which he gave me, saying: "Often, when he m he just traveled to Kinshasa, I meet with the brothers of the Limeté Prayer Group, 1st Street. This morning, I received the order from you to hand over this sum of money for the purchase of your ticket. I even believe that there is a boat leaving for Kinshasa today. If you want, I can recommend you to the good care of the captain. "I had not asked him any questions, for example how he would find me if we had not met. 

But I quickly understood that it was the Lord who was speaking to me through this law enforcement officer. I accepted the money, then I bought my ticket for the departure which was to take place that same day. At home, I packed my suitcase and said goodbye to my wife and to the brothers of our community.

In the boat that brought me to Kinshasa, I never ceased to bear witness to Jesus. Two magicians among the passengers abandoned Satan to follow the Lord Jesus.

I also spoke of my mission to two pastors of Nzambe-Malamu and Tshuapa, and I showed them, as proof of my former membership in the satanic world, a diploma signed by Lucifer, the Keys to open the invisible world, as well as the list of cemeteries around the world, over which my powers stretched. Since my conversion, I considered these items to be of no value. These two pastors advised me to hand them over to them. Which I did without hesitation, because they considered them compromising.

After two weeks of navigation without incident, the boat docked at the port of Onatra in Kinshasa, from where I took a taxi which took me to the city of Bethel in Limeté, my first destination. I began to testify through Bethel, as the Lord had recommended to me. There were many conversions: six thousand people a day returned their talismans in the form of stolen objects.

From there I went to testify to the pastor who had two wives. I told her the Lord's recommendation, telling her the name of this second woman, and the place where she lived. The pastor thought for a moment that he was in front of a witch doctor or a magician, but he managed to pull himself together and recognized in me a true messenger of the Lord. "I couldn't imagine that the Lord knew me!" He exclaimed. When he went to find his concubine that day, he explained the facts to her and informed her of his firm conviction that he had to come to terms with his God. He then gave the woman a sum of 50,000 zaires, and set her free, exclaiming: "My God loves me!"