Ties from slavery to freedom.
The first years of my life.
I am African, more precisely Cameroonian, born May 30, 1969 in the south of Cameroon, in the equatorial forest, in a town called Sangmélima, two hours by car from Yaoundé, the administrative capital of Cameroon. Sangmélima is on the border between southern Cameroon, Gabon and Equatorial Guinea. My parents were from the Betis ethnic group.
I was born into a modest family, my father was a nurse, my mother a housewife. I was the sixth child in a family which would later number seven. My parents were very religious Catholics, and had responsibilities in the local church.
My birth was unusual; my mother was experiencing great tension with her in-laws. This was to lead her to be repudiated by the in-laws, who accused her of adulterous pregnancy. In Africa the repudiation of a woman for reasons of adultery remains a great humiliation for the married woman and her family. These accusations had no serious basis, and my mother's good character was proven when I was born because I looked exactly like my father.
According to the tradition of the Beti ethnic group in Cameroon where I come from, I was to receive the name of a man of whom I will henceforth be the namesake. My father's little brother, Amougou Théophile, a primary school teacher in Yaoundé, had the honor of giving his nephew his name.I remain convinced that, if my mother's consent had been sought, she would have expressed her disagreement for many family reasons at this precise time. The events which marked my life thereafter will confirm my mother's reluctance towards the in-laws. I was less than 5 years old when we left the city of Sangmélima to go to Yaoundé, the capital of Cameroon, following an administrative assignment from my father who was a nurse. According to "the ritual of the namesake", the child must resemble in several areas the one whose name it bears. In general, he is a man for whom we have admiration. So my uncle brought me affection and advice, to which were added many sessions of occultism while I did not hadn't even reached my eighth grade. I remember that there were two and sometimes three people present who lit candles, who traced figures on the sand, who poured liquids, who made scarifications on my body, who laid hands on me, etc. .
These occult sessions were intended not only to give me protection, but also to preserve my wisdom and intelligence; my uncle wanted me to be in his image, as our tradition required.
I still keep authentic memories and testimonies of spiritualism sessions, of the many scarifications that I wear on my body, received in pain. The scarifications in themselves seemed to be simple rites. However, spiritually they had a powerful impact with the darkness and were blood contributions that Satan demanded of us. In rare cases, a domestic animal had to be slaughtered in a demonic ritual. Most often, human blood was required. Indeed, many pacts in the occult world are sealed by blood through the practices cited above. The occult sessions cost my uncle considerable sums of money. The initiationsreceived had to be kept secret, a golden rule for these merchants of power. We were certain, like many people, that we were free from all suspicion. These sessions, supposed to be for us blessings and other protections were in reality sessions of demonic possessions, for the sorcerer's apprentices that we were without knowing it.
When I was about 4 years old, my mother being away, I was one day visiting an aunt in Yaoundé. This aunt, to wash the clothes, had bought bleach which she had poured into an empty bottle from Brasseries du Cameroun. Believing it to be Top Champagne, I picked up the bottle and swallowed a heavy dose of bleach. All the conditions were met for my death. At that time, Following a dispute between my parents, my mother left home to temporarily reside with the maternal family. When she heard what had just happened to me, she rushed home. Having found the marital home, she was able to watch over me during this long period of hospitalization which lasted several months, at the central hospital in Yaoundé. After several months, the recovery was miraculous, beyond any expectation of the astonished medical profession. Around the same time, another equally dangerous event occurred after my complete recovery from the poisoning. I put a pair of scissors into an electrical outlet at home. The electric shock of the current was very strong, and my life was saved thanks to a cousin who had the reflex of
During funeral ceremonies, the family had to respect the traditions and customs of the ancestors. In particular, it was necessary to take a purification bath, either by immersion in a river, or by sprinkling a mixture of various potions with complex compositions. I remember that around the age of 15, after such a bath, I was to receive, like many other members of the family, a cloth tied in my hand.
This cloth served as a link with the deceased. I was a follower and defender of these demonic rites presented in the form of "ancestral traditions" to the general public. In reality, it is during these rites that notable initiates acquire a mystical power allowing them to enslave several ignorant people.
The beginnings of schooling.
I will now tell you a little bit about what happened during my schooling. For primary school classes, my parents enrolled me in a primary school of a Catholic Mission in Yaoundé. I found school to be a new and special universe, and despite my humble origins and young age, I had no complex in the midst of this multitude of diverse ethnic and social origins. My father was a reserved man, respected by all for his qualities. My mother was very open and wise according to African traditions. Their competitions influenced my education and behavior. I received an education based on moral principles.
In my childhood I was so talkative that at home I received the nickname "45 rpm" (musical record of the time). My parents, in view of my oratory skills, would have wanted a journalistic career for me. My schooling in secondary cycle first took place in a private college of the Catholic Mission in Makak (45 minutes by train from Yaoundé, south-west direction). In Makak, I was a boarder, my parents having preferred this formula, thinking that the difficulties of the boarding school would give me the necessary maturity. If my parents placed me in Makak, it was not only out of conformity with their religious convictions, but also for the quality of the education and teaching dispensed in Catholic institutions. Many politicians, or
Then I went to the Lycée public de Yaoundé, then to the Samba private college, founded by a person attached to moral and religious values. My education, whether in primary or at Makak College, was marked by the religious coloring of my parents. I was an altar boy, and an active member in various religious activities, all this despite my occult activities which remained secret. All this school course filled my parents with contentment since, according to appearances, I was happily following their steps; it was the spiritual inheritance according to man, to which my parents were attached. Besides, my parents wanted me to become a Catholic priest specializing in communication, whether it be the press, the radio, etc.
During high school, I experienced a cooling off in religious activities, and found a great interest in so-called worldly and social passions. This is how you could notice my presence on many association steering committees. At that time, I was secretary general of the Inter-Clubs Unesco association, I also took care of travel associations within Cameroon, etc. Despite these extracurricular occupations, my studies did not suffer. Thus, my study trips and other excursions were financed voluntarily by my parents.
The confrontation with Solange.
In the second class, while I was at the Lycée public de Yaoundé, I was confronted by a classmate whose behavior was incomprehensible to me. Her name was Solange. She shone with her calm, her gentleness, her humility, her availability ... This behavior so different from others remained a mystery to me.
In middle and high school, varied and frequent sexual experiences were of convenience. So much so that even the teachers encouraged sexual experiences between boyfriends and girlfriends in this area, claiming the need not to leave your body too long without exercise. I had no particular problem having a fleeting affair with the other girls in the class, especially since most of them easily fell under the spell of my occult powers.. Some, having had affairs with me, had serious relationship problems afterwards, and one of them, having marriage difficulties, went to see a marabout. This marabout gave him the description of a character who has a strong occult influence on his life. A few years later, I learned of the description made by this marabout, and I recognized myself perfectly in this description.
I have tried several times to possess my comrade Solange, but I have always suffered a humiliating failure for me. Solange got married during this year when we were in second class. Although she was quite young, her parents had arranged things for the marriage to take place before the husband left, as he had to study in Europe. However, I realized that I was the only classmate who was not invited! I was very frustrated and a feeling came over me: that of being confronted with a mysterious, inexplicable force, and moreover a force that would not accept to bow to my occult powers. It overwhelmed me to hear Solange tell everyone that you should keep your body pure until you get married for your husband. It was an inconceivable concept for me.
Unable to accept such a bitter failure, I repeatedly changed my strategy, inspired by Satan. Sometimes it was a great baseless hatred brought on by the pride of life. Worse still, after the failures in spiritual warfare, I decided to engage in physical combat, and wished to beat her to hurt her, but I never could realize it, because at the last moment, it was it is as if a force was preventing me from carrying out these disastrous projects. It was then that a great fear enveloped my whole being and raised several questions in me, because I had the conviction to have a great influence on every human being. At that time, I was convinced that my religious denomination (the Catholic Church) was synonymous with an assurance of eternal salvation. But Solange prophesied saying that one day God would lead me to salvation in Jesus Christ. She also prophesied, saying that after my conversion to Jesus, God would call me to work in the Lord's work.
Having acquired powers in the occult, I could not penetrate the mystery of the life of this comrade. On the other hand, the message of the gospel of the power of Jesus Christ that she proclaimed was obviously real power, shattering all my pride.
Not knowing the truth, obscured by all forms of demonic possessions acquired in ignorance of the truth, all I had to do was hide behind my parents' religion (Catholicism) and further harden my heart to the truth with baseless stubbornness in defending my denomination with the last energy. I rarely spoke of the Lord Jesus Christ and his work in my life, on the other hand I sought to defend my community and especially the religion in which I found myself. This religion was a real cover-up. I fought and persecuted my comrade, despised and turned the Word of God into mockery.
I have lived this experience not only with my comrade Solange, but also on other occasions with other truly born again Christians, in a different but similar way. Many people were victims, to varying degrees, of my occult practices, in the family, in my entourage, in my church. No one could have imagined this sad aspect of my character. Yet everywhere I was loved, wearing lambs clothing, when in reality I was a ravishing wolf.
Those who, like my comrade Solange, proclaimed the Gospel to me, loved me as a creature of God, but hated sin and the dark spiritual life that was in me. On the other hand, the Catholic religious institution that I attended was not attached to the assurance of my salvation, but to the services that I rendered to the community with the approval of all. Many responsibilities occupied in religion and my zeal were only a mask to camouflage my true identity as a Satan follower.
Contacts with the soothsayer of Mbadjock.
When I was about 20, I was at Samba Private College, and I took the closing probationary exam for the first class. It was a great astonishment for everyone to realize that I had not passed this exam. It was an inexplicable failure, since my grade averages had been very correct throughout the year. This caused obvious concern, both among the teachers and among my own parents.
Indeed, my uncle arranged, before any important examination in my schooling, to have contacts with the occult world in order to guarantee my success. I remember once when I received from the hand of initiates a particular pen to write my composition on the day of the exam, as well as very specific instructions on the behavior I should have on the day of the exam. examination, such as not greeting such and such a person, etc.
It was then that another maternal uncle, different from my homonymous paternal uncle, holder of several goods, advised my mother to consult a diviner to ensure my academic and professional success. This uncle pretended that in view of my failure at school, it was obvious that a bad spell had been cast on me, and that only a diviner could provide the solution to my problems. If for my mother these were new experiences, this was not the case for me because of my knowledge with the occult world from a young age, knowledge that I kept secret, taking care not to confide anything to my mother.
My mother, it should be noted here, did not really agree to such consultations, however, she ended up giving in to the pressures of certain members of the partisan family blinded by these occult rites. Then began the long secret journey, my mother and I, in search of solutions to my difficulties via mediums, diviners, who made us travel kilometers in the savannah (in particular between Ngaoundéré and Yaoundé) in search of the "truth. ". I was in my twenties at the time. We tried to consult several people but it is with only one that we had an ongoing relationship. This diviner officiated in Bibé, near Mbadjock, town of the Société Sucrière du Cameroun) This agent of Satan was surprised to know that we had traveled so far on foot to find him in a corner of the bush so remote to benefit from his services. It s
Although promising us deliverance, he still fills me with wicked spirits. He also gave me occult objects that were supposed to be kept secret: bark, mystical potions, etc. It was a new stage in the progression in the world of darkness. The various contacts with evil spirits since my childhood were only a preparation for the dramatic events that I would later experience in spiritualism. Satan knew that God had begun to reveal himself in my life, and he wanted to recover this revelation for his own glory. He used this strategy with extreme thoroughness and incredible cunning.
Abdou from Senegal and the Guru.
I'll tell you about another character. Abdou was a wealthy Senegalese trader of Islamic religious faith who owned several grocery stores in Yaoundé. For several years, I had been a frequent customer, and we became friends. He had made a fortune in Cameroon, although his apparent lifestyle was quite modest, and he gave me many gifts.
Through him, I had to go through one of the most painful experiences of my life. He offered me the services of a Senegalese guru residing in Cameroon, who belonged to a powerful brotherhood of an oriental religion based in Senegal.
The first reaction I had to Abdou's proposal was to remind him of my Catholic convictions , to which I attached my salvation! Abdou simply told me that the service offered by the guru did not take religious confession into account.
At the time, I was extremely seduced by the “success” of certain people around me and in the world in general. Now, I knew that most of those who had succeeded had had contact with the occult world. Sometimes they would confess it in the media in front of thousands of blind listeners and viewers.
I understood that Abdou was serving as my godfather to introduce myself to this guru, especially since the effects required by the guru must have been acquired by my friend. The guru's consultations cost huge sums of money, not to mention a long list of products that had to be supplied: all top of the range. I remember a few: gold powder that I had recovered from a West African jeweler in Yaoundé, rare perfumes, etc.
The meeting in Yaoundé between the guru and me was negotiated by Abdou. The guru was a character about 40 years old whose true identity I discovered a few years after my initiation as an agent of Satan. He had no official activity, everything was unofficial, and you had to be introduced by a sponsor. The guru's father was a great medium who toured the world, universal spiritual leader of a powerful brotherhood of an oriental religion based in Senegal.
I have met other people who were related to this guru, they were older than me, and all claimed that they got great success and wealth from their contact with the guru. I was the youngest of the guru's disciples, and he saw in me a young person who had a bright future ahead of him in witchcraft.
The guru gave me a potion of gold for the initiatory baptism for seven days. I had to come to his house every day for seven days, in complete secrecy, to take a bath in a mixture of water and potion. I also received sprinkles of various lotions. Even my godfather Abdou was not to know about the initiation sessions.
After that the guru gave me objects that I had to keep out of sight so that no one questioned me about the origin and usefulness of these objects.
These items were nothing but talismans. Some of the guru's followers could receive these items through an address found in newspapers or magazines. Other people could receive the talismans through mystical channels, through supernatural means. These other adepts made it clear to me that it was a privilege for me to receive the talismans directly from the hand of the guru himself.
Then I received instructions from the guru, the firmness of which gave rise to great fear in me! So I now had to practice with faith the religion of my parents (Catholic religion). This became a real camouflage of my witchcraft practices, since there was no power in this religion to disturb my demonic convictions.
Many ecclesiastics have fallen under the seduction of the spirits that haunted me. They believed my conduct was exemplary when no one knew who I was. On the other hand, I was not allowed to open the talismans I owned. I had been warned that if I failed to wear these items, I would be immediately deprived of many benefits, and I would also be exposed to the dangers of death. I have to admit that I started down this path with doubts in my heart, but those faded depending on who I was with.
The powers that operated allowed me to be ahead in anything I could do. In particular, I could seduce women who received evil spirits during sexual acts. I have known friends who passed away some time after our relationship. I could wrest the chances of success from the men I controlled spiritually and demonically.
My life was henceforth regulated by the guru of whom I had become the slave, the prisoner by means of the evil objects to which I worshiped permanent idolatry. In fact, with these talismans I was living in a state of constant stress, much more than before my engagement with the guru. I had a new lifestyle, bathed in hypocrisy. I got mean and filled with suspicion in every way. I realized that people in satanic covenant experience torment night and day. These people categorically refuse to listen to any word of God that gives life. When these people have a managerial position, their employees are regularly subjected to humiliating treatment. Sometimes employees do not receive their salary although the business is making big profits. In order to obtain any service from them, the entrepreneur takes the place of God in the lives of the employees. Ultimately they worship the fleeting glory of this world, and immerse themselves in lust.
The Guru never spoke to me about the devil, but he often spoke of God (I understood later that it was not about Almighty God).
The guru pronounced a number of prophecies, some of which were fulfilled, the one which remained the most certain was the prophecy which announced my departure from Cameroon. He forbids me to write to him, except when the prophecy of the return to Cameroon is fulfilled. I was very impressed, and proud to know that I was going to go abroad, especially since all those who asked for his services had obtained complete satisfaction with regard to the temporal elements! However, many of us, disciples of the guru, realized that honor, protection, wealth, were chains of captivity which tightened upon us. In search of well-being, of the satisfaction of my needs, I found myself in the service of a sad character,
In my blindness, to escape the deep problems of lack of inner peace, I indulged in the voluptuousness and pleasures of this world. The spiritual damage became evident in my life, since within me I had no peace, despite the fact that the sect guru reassured me by telling me that my material prosperity would bring me satisfaction.
All success and promotion was obtained by binding acts. Some of us were asked to have incestuous (and sometimes homosexual) sex with close relatives: our own children, nieces, cousins, rape of minors, etc.
Beginnings in Morocco - A Promising Future.
After my school failure around the age of 20, I stopped classical studies and followed a training course with a friend who was one of the sons of the owner of the Hotel des Progrès in Yaoundé, who was called Adi Léon . This friend practiced occultism a lot, and in particular numerology. He gave advice and predictions from numbers. His father had many mystical powers, and many curses were attached to this family. Adi Léon's brother committed suicide. As for Adi Léon himself, he died dramatically in a vehicle accident. When I was 23, my parents thought I had to try a training experience abroad. And in August 1992, I left Cameroon for Morocco.
At that time, I believed in the guru's prophecies and was happy to imagine a bright future, a bright future. Before I left Cameroon, the guru told me that I should write to him as soon as everything he predicted was accomplished, so that he could strengthen my power. Having left Cameroon at the expense of the family, I had firm faith in the talismans I wore and I had the firm assurance that I would get everything. Thus, once in Morocco, I obtained a scholarship from the Moroccan Agency for International Cooperation (AMCI) with the support of the Cameroonian Embassy in Morocco. Normally, I had little chance that the file would be supported by the Cameroonian embassy in Morocco, because the ambassador was from North Cameroon, and the diplomat in charge of studying my file at the embassy was a Bamileke, reluctant to help the Beti that I was.
I was encouraged by the ease with which my case received everyone's approval, as it was pleasant and flattering to achieve such successes so easily against all rational expectations. Once in Morocco, I continued to attend the Catholic Church to which my parents adhered, especially since at no time was my demonic power threatened. I held many high responsibilities in an international religious association bringing together students from several countries. I was even a delegate to the synod of the church in Morocco. The synod was this gathering of people wondering about the future of this church. Although
If in the eyes of men I was beyond suspicion, God was well aware of my destructive activities and the havoc I was wreaking in society and on God's people, and of depraved sex. I finished my studies in Morocco in 1995. So I was 26 years old when I graduated with a diploma in administration and business management.
In Morocco, I had several friends among the students from the Central African Republic, Congo, Ivory Coast, Burkina Faso. These students were mostly sons and daughters of senior leaders from sub-Saharan Africa. The vast majority of these students had received initiations in spiritualism from an early age. Many opportunities opened up for me in Morocco. Several contacts with wealthy Arabs and Westerners were made, which continued to conform to the guru's predictions. Through an English friend, I was put in contact with an Arab industrialist from a country in the Persian Gulf, co-owner of a hotel chain with ten luxurious hotels around the world. I spent two months with this industrialist in Morocco.
The experience was new to me, and opened up new horizons, but did not lead to any tangible result.
Ahmed the Moroccan and big projects.
The second contact will be more fruitful because this Moroccan friend, Ahmed, with whom I was going to work, owned large farms in the Souss region of Morocco. The bond with my boss Ahmed will be deep. A comfortable apartment was placed at my disposal, a princely service in all respects. To this will be added sad moments of horror, many black masses during which I had to have sex with several women, most of whom were agents of Satan powerfully used in prostitution; all of them were amazingly beautiful and filled with spirits of seduction, I fell in love and received many additional demonic possessions. Besides, the residence where I was staying was haunted.
Several people around Ahmed regularly brought in mediums. But seduced by such women, most fell under the influence of the powers of darkness, causing serious spiritual and physical disorders: troubled homes, incurable diseases, job losses without explanation ... Others died without having known the root causes of their deaths, it was the real hell. During these abominations, I received praise from a few witnesses. The experience of working with Ahmed was very flourishing for me: many decisions made by this boss were under my influence. His religious practice of Islam could not protect him from demonic domination. My friend Ahmed was also a great follower of oriental occult practices. Ahmed had a great love for money, honors, fame and it is in this spirit that we were united.
Ahmed requested my collaboration for the establishment of a mining consortium in Cameroon with the assistance of several Arab businessmen. The purpose of this industrial structure was the exploitation of precious stones and gold from Cameroonian subsoil as part of a Morocco-Cameroon project. I already saw millions of dollars within my reach. To do this, contacts were made in Cameroon from Morocco.
We were planning to meet with the highest authorities in Cameroon. If, in the visible world, one might have thought that this mining consortium was a boon for the creation of many jobs offered to unemployed Cameroonians, another reality is that following the activities in the occult world, many people are expected to die in dramatic incidents planned by the devil as a sacrifice. I knew it, but was not affected, because I had totally switched to a murderous spirit, in order to secure myself a financial eldorado.
At that time, I had several requests for opportunities to make investments in Cameroon, by exploiting the niches between Cameroon and the Maghreb countries. Everything was going for the best according to the men, but I lived sleepless nights, tormented by the grip of demons. It was during this period that a bourgeois Moroccan family, owner of a large farm in Ouleid-Teima, a small town in southern Morocco between Agadir and Tarodant (Berber town), decided to make a business trip. in Cameroon. A residence permit was issued in this sense by the Cameroonian Ministry of the Interior for a two-month stay for these business partners. I had to go with them to Cameroon for this stay which was to bring me into '' the club of new rich Cameroonians '' as had been announced and prophesied by the Senegalese guru. At the time when we had just made the practical arrangements for our trip to Cameroon, the Lord God Almighty deployed his device to stop this project.
Alfred l'Ivoirien - The new birth.
Indeed, a few months after obtaining my graduation diploma in Morocco, I had decided to go visit a fellow Cameroonian friend, named Jean-Paul Ondoua Zang, who was at the end of his studies in veterinary medicine. A few moments later, a young man was about to enter the apartment where we were talking. His name was Alfred. He squeezed my hand with a compassionate greeting and I got the impression from that simple touch that he knew me very well, but it wasn't. Alfred, originally from the Ivory Coast, led a clandestine evangelism team. He worked with the Baptist Works and Missions in Ivory Coast. He lived in Rabat, and was an Ivorian missionary in Morocco with the mission of announce the good news of Jesus and free the captives. Now, I was an unfortunate captive. During the sharing between Alfred and my Cameroonian friend, I felt an uneasiness in me. This uneasiness came from the message Alfred was delivering with great authority filled with conviction that was beyond my comprehension. His message was about the wages of sin which is death and the free gift of God which is eternal life. In his presentation he touched on several aspects of my sinful condition. He insisted on the judgment of God reserved for the ungodly. This message was addressed to me directly. However, I remained perplexed as to the provenance of such an authority who knew me and accurately described who I really was. Back in my room, to reassure me, I checked that my occult device (talisman) was in place. When I met missionary Alfred for the second time, I realized that I was naked, without anyone telling me. The mask of lies that veiled my old nature was torn. I was convinced through the message received that the missionary was truly an envoy of God. At the end of the exhortation, the missionary encouraged me to give my life to Jesus Christ, but I hardened my heart. I posed a problem to him in which I presented the situation of a friend who had been deeply involved in the occult, and who was a victim. He immediately told me that he wanted to meet this person.
I told him that was not possible. Indeed, this friend was really me, the wretched wizard. In fact, I wanted to receive salvation while maintaining my honors, glory, and dignity. Despite the hardening of my heart, the missionary was filled with compassion, and explained to me that it was not possible to keep my past life, and told me that I had to surrender my life entirely to Jesus Christ. He prayed for me that the Lord would help me understand the benefits of salvation. After Alfred's prayer, we parted ways, and I have never seen this Ivorian missionary again to this day. and told me that I had to surrender my life entirely to Jesus Christ. He prayed for me that the Lord would help me understand the benefits of salvation. After Alfred's prayer, we parted ways, and I have never seen this Ivorian missionary again to this day. and told me that I had to surrender my life entirely to Jesus Christ. He prayed for me that the Lord would help me understand the benefits of salvation. After Alfred's prayer, we parted ways, and I have never seen this Ivorian missionary again to this day.
Shortly after, I experienced Satan's first attempts at retaliation. I felt deep desolation. Satan was trying to convince me that there were only three possibilities before me:
- I could ask Satan for forgiveness for having agreed to speak with Alfred and listened to the preaching of the gospel
- I could fall into madness, because I had not honored the pact made with my guru
- I could kill myself
For me, there was no question of repenting having met Alfred. This man had an inexplicable power: how could he have described my life when he did not know me? I was terrified of retaliation from devil followers. I quickly took out life insurance with my banker and wrote to the testamentary part of the beneficiaries: a Dutch friend who was a priest and my big brother in Cameroon. I was a dead man.
These torments lasted for several months. I didn't even want to go to the Catholic Church anymore because of the hypocrisy that reigned there, homosexuality, pedophilia, etc. The tensions became so strong inside my being that I made the resolution to end this torture by killing myself. I decided to kill myself. I then had a strange dream where I was attending my own funeral. There were a lot of priests and bishops, and there was a speech that was a flood of praise for my honorable life. Then I saw myself come out of the coffin, and everyone ran away. I woke up suddenly, and I felt like I had just experienced not a dream, but a reality.
I thought about it and I said to myself that if I was found dead in Morocco, my family in Cameroon would think of an assassination. Many people would have wondered about the origin of this heinous act. I decided to give up the idea of killing myself.
I usually resided in a luxurious and haunted residence in Ouleid-Téma, near Agadir. I left the Agadir region to spend a few days in Rabat, as part of an international sporting event, and I was staying with a Cameroonian friend named Mbala. Since our meeting with Alfred, the Word of God became so powerful that the fear of the Lord descended on me. As death haunted me, I shuddered with emotions, tears in my eyes, convinced of my iniquities, I decided to repent. All alone in my room, in a Muslim Arab country, I began to pray in these terms: if the God of this Ivorian missionary is the true God, I will accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior at this moment, and 'he delivers me from this anguish that
Then I confessed my iniquity and willingly accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior. Instantly I received great peace and great joy, it was an outpouring of the Holy Spirit of God. I remember this episode in my life very well. The room was in the Youssoufia Mabella city, Block 55, Apartment 11. In my room, the Lord told me to throw the talismans that I was carrying on me. I stripped off my talismans and threw them in the toilet.
As a result of this wonderful experience, I understood that I needed a process of deliverance, which would lead me to enter fully into the new birth and the assurance of salvation, to come to the knowledge of the truth.
Before my meeting with Jesus of Nazareth, I had several times tried to obtain my deliverance by "reading the litanies of the saints", the use of so-called blessed objects: "crucifix, rosaries", finally "a devotional worship to a Virgin". I hoped to obtain satisfaction behind these practices. How sorry I was to see my situation unchanged. I had to quickly abandon this process.
In truth, I had used this approach for purely evil reasons before I was born again. I understood with certainty that only Jesus of Nazareth had the power to bring total and effective deliverance to my life. God was only beginning the work of deliverance in my life in contact with the Gospel. Although I remained ignorant of the process to follow, the Father was taking control of my life, I gave up all involvement in the occult.
Satan then used all the means of diabolical pressure to show me that apart from my practices of occultism and spiritualism, no life expectancy was possible for me. From then on, these thoughts began to bring doubt as I had begun to experience the power of God.
Kodji the Chadian - The path to sanctification.
In October 1995 (I was 26 years old), the Lord allowed me to come into contact with Kodjimadji Ningaloun, a child of God missionary in Morocco, originally from Chad, who was friendly called Kodji. At the time, I was a member of the Moroccan Catholic Youth Meetings committee, and Kodji sometimes came to our meetings to distribute tracts that spoke of salvation in Jesus Christ. I thought he was a spy in the service of a power I should be wary of.
When the Lord revealed Himself to me in my room during the wonderful experience of the new birth, I received a very clear conviction that I should go and see Kodji as soon as possible, which I did. I was in awe of the life of this young man because he was living what he read in the Bible. Kodji worked with Brother Lee, who was originally from South Korea. Kodji lived in Agadir, and he made me understand that I could no longer continue to stay in the haunted residence in Ouleid-Téma. I came to live with Kodji for two months and there, with his help, I experienced more thoroughly the authenticity of the Holy Scriptures. Never in the Catholic religion of my parents had I experienced such power. Every bible verse that I I had read in my readings in the past, however, was finally starting to shine with impressive brilliance.
This strength of the Gospel rid me of the daily fear of my former master Satan. Now a new fear came over me: that of the Lord. The Bible, Word of God, says that deep fear of God is the beginning of wisdom and the beginning of science in man. My eyes began to open, as did my spiritual understanding. Kodji introduced me to the community of brothers and sisters who interceded with prayers, hymns, praise for me with the Lord. In this completely strange community for me, I was struck by the solidarity of the group, the love that there was for one another, the spirit of sharing among them. Although
The unity of this group of people, instead of solving my problems, raised in me many questions about the merits of such a community association. Satan wanted me to leave from this place where the process of my deliverance had started. I was tempted to leave this community because these people had such an incredible thirst to walk according to the Bible that I was afraid of falling into a demonic sect. I had already confessed the Lord in my room, but not in front of the men. However, I knew very well that everything Alfred had said about me was true. It had aroused a lot of fear in me. In fact, I wish I could have stayed in my old religious system, because in Catholicism there is great tolerance for sin, including among ecclesiastical leaders, while in Brother Kodji's community, sin was not accepted in any form.
I also saw clearly that I personally did not manage to experience what most of the members of this community were going through, who themselves had a life that conformed to what they read in the Word of God. During my long years in the service of the devil, sin had taken all the place: lies, numerous sexual immoralities made in black masses, rapes, incest, honors, duplicity, glories and had a life according to what they read in the Word of God. During my long years in the service of the devil, sin had taken all the place: lies, numerous sexual immoralities made in black masses, rapes, incest, honors, duplicity, glories and had a life according to what they read in the Word of God. During my long years in the service of the devil, sin had taken all the place: lies, numerous sexual immoralities made in black masses, rapes, incest, honors, duplicity, glories and prosperity , all this was my daily lot.
As more and more faced with the truth, I felt that I had to make a firm decision to let go of the iniquity that controlled my entire being and to walk with Jesus Christ. I had read the Bible for a long time, but consulted it occasionally, to derive rational arguments from it to refute members of the Jehovah's Witness sect.
Songhotti from Burkina Faso and Martin from Cameroon - A freed captive.
It was then that I met Songhotti, a student from Burkina Faso, in Morocco. He was a math student in Agadir, responsible for a prayer group in his room at the university. He took a lot of risks, and brought several Arabs to salvation in Jesus, risking his own life. Songhotti made me listen to an audio cassette recorded by Martin, a Cameroonian freed from occultism and converted to Jesus Christ. Martin had given this testimony in front of a few thousand people in Ouagadougou (capital of Burkina Faso).
I was very impressed to hear this testimony, given by a Cameroonian like me, of the same ethnicity as me (Béti ethnicity) and to see that he was not afraid to testify, that he was therefore more afraid of the reprisals of Satan, whereas he had plunged deeply into the occultism formerly. Indeed, at this time, my major problem, it is that I doubted the capacities of the Eternal to protect me effectively against all the severe reprisals that Satan was going to orchestrate against me.
As I listened to this tape many times, I came to a point where I understood that Jesus Christ came to free the captives, not to condemn them. I was still a captive, so I approached the throne of God's grace, convinced that sin robbed me of His glory. I read this passage from the Gospel of Mark; in chapter 10, and in verse 28: "Peter began to say to him, behold, we have left everything and we have followed you. Jesus answered, I tell you verily, there is no one who left because of I and because of the good news his house or his brothers or his sisters, or his mother, or his father or his children or his lands, do not receive the hundredfold now in this century, from the houses, from the brothers, from the sisters , mothers,
At no time in my experience in the darkness had I had such reassuring words. At that time, I was ready to give up all practice of sin. Jesus Christ reassured me not only of the security He would bring me in the face of any threat from the enemy, but also He assured me that He would replace, with His incorruptible gifts, all that I did. would have lost to follow him.
Pastor Lee of South Korea - Water baptism - Leaving Morocco.
It was at this time that I became a member of the community of the Chadian missionary brother Kodji, a community led by Pastor Lee, missionary in Morocco, originally from South Korea. This meeting with manager Lee had not taken place earlier for two reasons:
Firstly, Pastor Lee was very reluctant to take me into a clandestine church in Morocco, suspecting an occult infiltration that could seriously harm missionary activities already somewhat limited by certain Islamic constitutional provisions. He wasn't sure that I was truly and deeply converted, despite what Kodji was telling him.
Second, for my part, I had not done anything so far to meet the group leader, fearing that I had left one guru and fell into the hands of another. I quickly realized that this community of God's children was a demonstration of the strength of the Holy Spirit. The results were not long in coming, I began to confess before God and before men my spiritual error, my iniquities and my many sins.
Under the conviction of the power of the Holy Spirit, I went to the assembly to hand over all the rest of the cult objects of demonic idolatry that I still held, without any human pressure. The occult works, the statuettes, everything was burnt.
When I was an infant, my parents took me through Catholic baptism by sprinkling. Now, as I read the Holy Scriptures, I realized that only those who believed (that is, those who had experienced the salvation of Jesus Christ) had access to baptism.
When I was a little baby, I couldn't believe, not yet having the faculties to discern. Salvation being personal, I asked for baptism from Pastor Lee who hesitated at first. Many brothers confirmed my testimony to him and in the end, I was baptized by immersion in the sea on January 8, 1996 (I was 27 years old at the time).
As the baptismal waters came out, Pastor Lee, Brother Kodji, and I were thanking the Lord for my new life, when a cool wind began to blow, and a sound was heard from the sky of audible to all, a noise similar to that of a rusty nail being torn from dry wood. The Lord came through there to testify that He was at work in my life. I shed tears. What moments of strong emotion in this great country under the influence of Islam! I remembered the persecutions I had inflicted on anyone who wanted to bring me the good news of the kingdom of heaven, the many insults against God's servants speaking the Word Spirit and life. May my repentance give all the glory to the Lord. After that, I was looking for what the will of God was for my life.
The answer was not long in coming, the Lord wanted me to return to Cameroon, in order to perfect my deliverance, but also so that I testify to what the Lord had done in my life, and finally to prepare me for the ministry that He would show me. Although at this time, several proposals were offered to me in the field of business, God wanted me to leave Morocco. I really liked this country for the hospitality of many Moroccan families, and the country knew a relative freedom of worship, although limited. I had received a good university education, and finally, it is in this country that I met Jesus Christ personally. the Lord wanted me to return to Cameroon, in order to perfect my deliverance, but also for me to bear witness to what the Lord had done in my life, and finally to prepare me for the ministry that He would show me. Although at this time, several proposals were offered to me in the field of business, God wanted me to leave Morocco. I really liked this country for the hospitality of many Moroccan families, and the country knew a relative freedom of worship, although limited. I had received a good university education, and finally, it was in this country that I met Jesus Christ personally.
the Lord wanted me to return to Cameroon, in order to perfect my deliverance, but also for me to bear witness to what the Lord had done in my life, and finally to prepare me for the ministry that He would show me. Although at this time, several proposals were offered to me in the field of business, God wanted me to leave Morocco. I really liked this country for the hospitality of many Moroccan families, and the country knew a relative freedom of worship, although limited. I had received a good university education, and finally, it is in this country that I met Jesus Christ personally. Although at this time, several proposals were offered to me in the field of business, God wanted me to leave Morocco. I really liked this country for the hospitality of many Moroccan families, and the country knew a relative freedom of worship, although limited.
I had received a good university education, and finally, it is in this country that I met Jesus Christ personally. Although at this time, several proposals were offered to me in the field of business, God wanted me to leave Morocco. I really liked this country for the hospitality of many Moroccan families, and the country knew a relative freedom of worship, although limited. I had received a good university education, and finally, it is in this country that I met Jesus Christ personally.
Although it was painful for me, the time came to accept the will of God. Some brothers tried to prevent me, claiming that the economic situation in Cameroon was very worrying. Two wage cuts in one year, plus the devaluation of the local currency by 50%, none of this could attract me to Cameroon, if it was not the plan of the Creator. I knew God is faithful. My return being from Him, He planned everything perfectly.
On January 16, 1996 (8 days after my baptism), I left Morocco for good. At the International Airport of Agadir a few brothers came to accompany me, including Pastor Lee, Brother Kodji and Brother Daniel Abaté from Cameroon. The latter, known as "Dany", led an international evangelization movement in Morocco. I have fond memories of the times I spent with these beloved ones, and with all those I had left behind in the Sheriffian Kingdom.
It should be noted that a large sum of money from a bourgeois Moroccan family, whom I had known before my deliverance, had to reach me, shortly before my departure, for feasibility studies of the mining-industrial complex in Cameroon, project which I was responsible for managing. I was waiting for this money until the last minute at the airport, but my staff did not come.
The plane was full of passengers, and I was the last one who had not yet boarded. Loudspeakers at the airport called on the last passengers to board immediately. I decided to cancel my trip and go home. Pastor Lee retorted that I had to leave the country, without looking back. "Whoever seeks to save his life will lose it, and whoever loses it will find it." Luke 17:33. By meditating quickly on these words, the Lord convinced me that if in this bourgeois Moroccan family, I had benefited from a princely treatment, all this had ended during my conversion to Jesus. I understood that the head of this family also had many ties to eastern demonic secret societies and it was becoming clear that the
Pastor Lee offered a short prayer and commended me to the Lord. He prophesied of the work of Christ that I was to accomplish in Cameroon and beyond. It was the start, the Lord had specially sent Pastor Lee on my road for my deliverance(he was called to the heavenly homeland shortly after). I had given up everything in this country. In my satchel, I didn't even have a silver coin. However, I had a new priceless treasure: the Word of God. She was everything to me. It was the greatest gift I had to give to every human being in the world and especially in Cameroon. The apostle Paul said: "So I have a strong desire to share the Gospel with you." Romans 1:15. It was the moment for me to experience verse 39 of the 8th chapter of the Gospel of Luke: "Return to your house, and tell all that God has done to you. He went away, and published everywhere. the city all that Jesus had done for him ".
The return to Cameroon - Beginning of the persecutions - The baptism of the Holy Spirit.
So I arrived in Douala, the economic capital of Cameroon, on January 16, 1996. In my modest luggage were only a few personal effects, however my comfort remained in this wonderful experience of conversion which delighted me so much.
I asked an administrative officer of the airport customs office for the possibility of using a telephone line to get in touch with Ismaël, a cousin living in Douala. This one arrived immediately and brought me to his place. Almost all my family being in Yaoundé, I wanted to get there as quickly as possible. My older brother, A. Amougou, worked in the North of the country as Regional Manager at Mobil, an American oil company based in Cameroon. He had to go down to Douala for his work precisely the week I arrived. We traveled by plane from Douala to Yaoundé. Our flight experienced many technical difficulties just after takeoff. The plane managed to regain the runway and our landing was miraculous. The fear had been great in the apparatus. There was general amazement on the faces of the passengers and crew, it was just a few months since a plane from the same national company had crashed. In the same city, the toll had been heavy. Not having been able to catch another scheduled flight, we traveled by bus. Another incident occurred about thirty kilometers from the finish, we had to stop, our bus having serious mechanical problems.
Long before my departure from Morocco, the brothers had warned me that Satan would seek by all means to cause reprisals against me. Not having the means to attack me directly, for I was under the protection of the Blood of our Lord Jesus Christ, he would use intimidation in order to produce not only fear in me, but also doubt in me. the validity of the Word of God. The Lord always reassured me with his Word.
I took this warning from the brothers seriously, for I saw the enemy's intimidating maneuvers on my return. The remedy according to the Word of God was to resist the enemy: "... Be sober, watch. Your adversary, the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking whom he will devour. Resist him with firm faith, knowing that the same sufferings are imposed on your brothers in the world. " 1 Peter 5: 8. We finally arrived in the village. It was the great joy of the reunion: parents, grandparents, friends, the jubilation was general. I did not hesitate to bear witness to the hand of God at work in my life during these years of absence from Cameroon.
During my absence, the economic situation had deteriorated: economic recession, falling wages, devaluation, so that very few people encouraged me to stay in my country, as I envisioned in my heart.
Many wondered about the merits of my return. My statements puzzled many people, who thought that I had been repatriated, or even expelled from Morocco. It was the beginning of the persecution that I had to endure later. "Now all who want to live godly in Christ Jesus will be persecuted" 2 Timothy 3:12.
After my arrival in Cameroon, I had to find an assembly of true children of God in which I could persevere in fraternal communion, prayer, fasting, teaching. Many churches opened their doors to me. While all spoke of God, very few cared for souls as directed by the Holy Spirit. The pastors were especially concerned with having crowded assemblies without the life of Christ.
My salvation was threatened several times by those who wanted to continue in the rebellion, despite being members of a so-called revival church. Some wanted to bring me back to drunkenness, lying, concubinage, and compromise with the Word. The Lord granted me the grace to escape these temptations. To Him alone be the glory from eternity to eternity.
In the first church I visited, the leader was more won over by the fact that a visitor came to him from abroad than by the testimony of the salvation I wanted to bring. I had no peace in this environment, and left it quickly. I understood better this passage from Ezekiel 34: 1-4: "The word of the Lord came to me, saying, Son of man, prophesy against the shepherds of Israel! Prophesy, and tell them, to the shepherds: Thus saith the Lord GOD: Woe to the shepherds of Israel, who feed themselves! Should not the shepherds shepherd the flock? You have eaten the fat, you have clothed yourselves with wool you have killed the fat, you did not feed the sheep, you did not strengthen the weak, healed the one who was sick, healed the one who was injured; you did not bring back the one that went astray, looked for the one that was lost; but you have dominated them with violence and harshness. "
The Lord answered my prayer and I found an assembly in which the Lord prepared me to receive many of the instructions necessary for my spiritual progress.I also understood during this period that in fact it was not the church that saves. Salvation is a personal matter between man and the Creator while man is alive on earth. Salvation after death, the passage to purgatory or reincarnation are pure follies of the imagination of men. If you don't have the assurance on earth that you are saved from the Last Judgment, there is still time for you to be saved, no matter what denomination you go to.
This assembly of the children of God in which the Lord allowed me to persevere was by no means the most spiritual church in Cameroon. Several times I was scandalized by the actions of several faithful. Many of them had never known the baptism of the Holy Ghost. This was also my case. It was only after a year in the Lord that I received the baptism of the Holy Spirit with Pastor Philippe, after having sought it with thirst and sincerity of heart.
This spiritual aspect of the church was not just about my congregation. Some of the churches that I visited were operating without the manifestation of the power of the Holy Spirit. It was in this very confused spirit that I lived the first steps of my conversion. To this was added several persecutions on the part of family, friends and everyone who knew me before my conversion. I accepted with joy all these mockery, these insults, these mortifications, as the Word says in 1 Peter 5:10: "The God of all grace who called you in Jesus Christ to his eternal glory after you have suffered a little while, he will perfect himself, strengthen you, strengthen you, make you steadfast. "
The Doctor - Assassination attempt and prison
As the brothers had announced before my departure from Morocco, the Lord allowed a great and particularly trying tribulation, as the Word says in Job 2: 6: "The Lord said to Satan: Here I deliver it to you; only spare his life."
In Morocco I was in contact with Jean-Paul Ondoua, a Cameroonian student at the end of his studies in veterinary medicine. After my return to Cameroon, this brother in Christ had taken up his functions in the veterinary medical profession. Having learned of my new path, Doctor Ondoua saw fit to advise a confrere in difficulty, an unconverted veterinarian, to get in touch with me to receive help in the spiritual field. This veterinarian had spent a long time without being able to exercise due to serious disturbances in his thoughts.
His residence, in which we interviewed, regularly hosted meetings of Satan's followers. For several months after my arrival in Cameroon, the devil had tried to prevent me from sharing my experience of deliverance from darkness, but he was failing to achieve his goal. So he decided to move on to the ultimate strategy which was nothing other than to assassinate me physically.
The doctor revealed to me many demonic activities of the group in Yaoundé and further afield outside Cameroon. He also tells me that his own mother was a high priestess of the group. I addressed a prayer of intercession to the Father for this captive to be delivered. He did not give his heart to the Lord Jesus, but remained receptive to the message.
While I thought I could just share my testimony with this doctor friend, Satan sought to take advantage of this situation to try to kill me. Our interview took place in the middle of the day. The power of the Word of God had accompanied my exhortation and the powers in this house and in the life of the physician were seriously shaken.
A few Satanists in the group immediately went to where we were with the clear intention of harming me. The Lord's power was at work, and I left this residence without them doing me any harm. But it was only a postponement. The hardest part was yet to come. If the doctor had not accepted the salvation, however, he understood that he had to get rid of the objects of idolatrous worship which held him captive. He came to my home at a late hour of the night inviting me to go and collect the objects he wanted me to destroy, with the guarantee, for him, that he would not suffer reprisals.
I presented Jesus Christ to him as the only guarantee. It was then that we went to his residence after I prayed and asked the Lord to grant me the grace to help these captives. As soon as I entered the concession, I felt like I was in a freezer. By an inspired reflex of the Holy Ghost, I began to sing some praises.
It was then that I felt the restoration of the temperature: Jesus Christ has indeed risen from the dead.
He ushered me into a "sacred chamber" in which only initiates of the occult could have access. Having repented of these acts of abomination to the Lord, my entry into this hall was only possible by the authority of the Holy Spirit. Which was not long in coming.
As soon as we entered, I realized that the captive was changing his face, and was trying to hypnotize me with this demonic transfiguration. Plus, he pulled a dagger out of his pocket, ready to kill me. A terrible fear seizes me. I called on the mighty name of Jesus Christ; I then had authority over this room and over the doctor who calmed down. Not only did I remove the doctor's personal belongings, but also the occult heritage of this community with his contribution: bottles of perfume, bottles of human blood, gold jewelry received from India, etc. The doctor confessed to me that he was eager to get rid of all these objects very quickly because he was bound by a pact by which he had to hand over a person of his family before that evening to be sacrificed.
The idolatrous objects of worship were handed to me at a very late hour of the night, and then we joined a group of praying brothers and sisters. All the items were destroyed, burned and thrown into a pit, with the support of the brothers and sisters during the night of prayer. The doctor warned me against the virulent attacks that the group were planning on me.
It was the beginning of 1997. Some time later, I returned to the doctor one evening to check on the progress of his physical and spiritual health. On leaving, about a hundred yards from the house, a group of ten individuals seized me and led me to a residence belonging to the followers of this occult movement. They rushed at me, molested me, tearing part of my clothes. Never in my life had I been the victim of such human fury. They hit me with clubs in the tender points of the human body. I screamed in pain and anguish. After a while, they didn't understand why I wasn't dead yet. I recognized some of them (one of them was a chartered accountant in Yaoundé), but I didn't
They were looking for a way to justify their murder by assimilating me to a criminal who entered a private home at night without authorization. "If you are insulted for the name of Christ, you are happy, because the Spirit of glory rests in you." 1 Peter 4:14. Likewise, the Bible gave me the attitude to adopt: "Do not pay back evil for evil to anyone. Seek what is good in the sight of all men" Romans 12:17. The Lord says in his Word: "Call on me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you will glorify me" Psalm 50:15. I called on his Holy Name, and he assured me that the devil's instruments would molest my body, but could not reach my soul. God's faithfulness and goodness are evident to those who fear him and have recourse to him.
When my strength was completely destroyed, a voice spoke to me: "Theophilus, relieve yourself of your worries with the Father, he will take care of you."
Daniel in the lion's den needed strengthening in weakness. "Then he said to me Don't be afraid, beloved man, peace be with you! Courage! Courage! And as he spoke, I regained my strength and I said: may my Lord speak because you have strengthened me” Daniel 10 : 19.
Peace in my heart, I found real comfort. A sticker bought by a brother during the day brought me an excellent edification, an extreme consolation at the moment when these pirates hoped to find "the object which protected me": the sticker carried the following inscriptions: "If one forms conspiracies, it will not come from me; whoever gangs up against you will fall under your power ... any weapon forged against you will be of no effect; and any tongue that arises against you you will condemn. This is the inheritance.
of the servants of the Lord, this is their salvation from me, says the Lord. " Isaiah 54:15. We left the house under high escort to an unknown destination, it was past midnight. At home no one knew where I was at this late hour of the night. We arrived at a public security station in Yaoundé where another group of people was waiting for me, in police uniform. As soon as I got out of the vehicle, a flurry of punches, belts and batons fell on me. The Lord had warned me.
Satan was seeking by this means to break my trust in God.
The ordeal at the police station was tough, I was accused of having demonic power. For the police, I was purely and simply a marabout causing trouble for a group of people. I entrusted this other stage of the persecution to the Lord. "Do not fear those who kill the body and cannot kill the soul; rather fear the one who can destroy both soul and body and in hell." Matthew 10:28. The Satanists were convinced that after this final and violent ordeal I would certainly give up my soul in the cell where I had been imprisoned for a period of twenty-four hours.
In prison, I found many brigands also incarcerated, young for the most part, who noticed my presence in the early morning. The police told the inmates that I was an extremely dangerous marabout. However, my praise to God and my peaceful demeanor amazed the inmates, and many received the Gospel favorably. Great joy shines on the faces of these hopeless young people. One of the deputies to the Commissioner demanded that I be severely punished. I was beaten by the flat of a machete and received many slaps. I realized what the Word said: "So it is with confidence that we can say: the Lord is my help, I will not be afraid; what can a man do to me?" Hebrews 13: 6. I am forbidden to speak the Name of Jesus Christ in the cell, which outraged the other inmates. Whoever had led the assassination attempt arrived in the afternoon. I continued to have compassion for these demon-stricken women and men. In their ignorance, they inflicted bad treatment on me for which I thank the Lord. I ask in my prayers to the Father not to inflict on these people the responsibility for my wounds, but to open their eyes and their ears so that they know the truth which sets man free. If Satan had the option of putting me in prison, he had no way of keeping the Holy Spirit alive in me in any captivity. I was released soon after. hold of demons.
In their ignorance, they inflicted bad treatment on me for which I thank the Lord. I ask in my prayers to the Father not to inflict on these people the responsibility for my wounds, but to open their eyes and their ears so that they know the truth which sets man free. If Satan had the option of putting me in prison, he had no way of keeping the Holy Spirit alive in me in any captivity. I was released soon after. hold of demons. In their ignorance, they inflicted bad treatment on me for which I thank the Lord. I ask in my prayers to the Father not to inflict on these people the responsibility of my wounds, but to open their eyes and their ears so that they know the truth which sets man free.
If Satan had the option of putting me in prison, he had no way of keeping the Holy Spirit alive in me in any captivity. I was released soon after. If Satan had the option of putting me in prison, he had no way of keeping the Holy Spirit alive in me in any captivity. I was released soon after. If Satan had the option of putting me in prison, he had no way of keeping the Holy Spirit alive in me in any captivity. I was released soon after.
Felix from Nigeria - Alexis from Cameroon - Full consecration to the Lord.
My uncle Théophile Amougou, whose name I bear and through whom I acquired my first experience with the mystical world, miraculously accepted Jesus Christ as his personal Savior on my return to Cameroon. His personal conversion and assurance of salvation was a great encouragement for me to continue to bear witness. This uncle died some time after his repentance. Shortly before his departure, brothers and sisters gathered in his house in the village, and today there is a living Christian assembly in his village. Glory to God !
Little by little, I understood every day more that the Lord called me to obey this order that He gives to all his children in Matthew 28: 18-20: "Go and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name. of the father, of the son of the Holy Ghost and teach them to observe all that I have commanded you. " Pastor Félix Obodozié was a missionary who came from Nigeria. He was working in a family restoration mission. We have had a profound time studying the Word. The Lord also allowed me to come into contact with Pastor Alexis Godonou, from Cameroon, with whom I experienced the power of the anointing of the Holy Spirit, to announce a message with the force of the Holy Spirit. Many lives were immediately touched and transformed after this wonderful spiritual experience. Everywhere I wanted to see the Holy Scriptures be fulfilled in my life and transformed it so that every man created by God on earth would believe in Jesus Christ as his personal Savior. It was Pastor Godonou who received from the Lord that my testimony should be put in writing for distribution.
It was also during these profound moments of teaching that I began to deeply understand the work to which the Lord was calling me. I needed a deep consecration to God before and for any work in the service of the Most High, no matter how small.
The Word of God was starting to have an increasing impact in my life. More and more I drank from its source, seeking to discover with more depth the ways of God, the thoughts of God for my life. "But those who trust in the Lord renew their strength. They fly like eagles; they run and never tire. They walk and never tire." Isaiah 40:31.
The new spiritual understanding of the message of God and of his Word brought me many persecutions from non-Christians, and even among some of the children of God. "You will be hated by all for my name's sake, but he who endures to the end will be saved." Mark 13:13. My joy was great because Jesus foretold it in his Word, "If the world hates you, know that it hated me before you. If you were of the world, the world would love what is its; but because you are not of the world, and that I have chosen you in the midst of the world, because of this, the world hates you ... The servant is not greater than his master. If they persecuted me , they will also persecute you: if they have kept my word, they will also keep yours.
Pastor Youssouf - Marriage with Annie-Esther - The life of a couple according to the Lord.
The Lord granted me spiritual asylum in a family of children of God, so I stayed with Pastor Youssouf's family for nearly a year. Youssouf was originally from Garoua, in Foulbe country, in North Cameroon. He is the son of Imam, and his conversion aroused much hostility in his family. In the North, a price is put on his head in Muslim circles. He himself has worked in diplomacy and is often abroad. I benefited, in this house, from the teachings relating to the church and from the life in family community, which remains the basic unit of humanity according to the divine plan. Indeed, these rich teachings and experiences usefully prepared me for a great stage in my walk with Jesus Christ: marriage. The marriage between the man and woman remains the first institution that God established in this world. Men have always sought to change the divine order of marriage. The whole of humanity is populated by other practices which go against this order: fornications, cohabitation, adultery, incest, pedophilia, homosexuality between men, between women, etc.
The Lord delivered me from all those shameful and abominable forms of sexual lusts that I practiced before I was born again, after I bitterly repented with tears for having practiced them.
The Lord revealed to me that in His perfect plan for my life, I was to get married soon. At first, I resisted God's will on this matter.
At the time I was sometimes satisfied with a modest meal a day with my aunt where I lived. How do I explain to my aunt and my relatives that I had to add a wife to my care? Gradually, I got used to the idea of marriage, and accepted God's will for my life.
I have learned to remain extremely cautious about marriage in two areas: refraining from any sexual act outside of marriage, and discerning God's perfect will for the choice of the bride. Several servants of God believed they were doing the right thing by advising me on the choice of the future bride. The proposals of each other generally revolved around carnal criteria, contrary to the Word of God. It was a sister's beauty, or her intellectual level, or even her social status. I didn't care about this unspiritual advice.
Thus, when the Father introduced me to the one who was to become my wife, Annie-Esther, I received the conviction that it was indeed from Him. I only met my future wife once before our engagement, as part of a seminar for young Christians organized by our assembly. We didn't even have an interview. She lived in Kribi, a town on the Atlantic Ocean, 2 hours by car south of Douala. I had just finished a period of fasting and prayer with a few pastors. I took the opportunity of this retreat in order to better assure myself of God's will regarding my marriage. It was on this occasion that I met Manga, a brother in Christ, owner of a company in Kribi. He was passing through Yaoundé as part of a trip for his work, and began to tell me about a prayer cell at his home, where a bilingual executive secretary named Annie-Esther regularly came. He told me about her in terms that showed that she was a servant of the Lord, while this brother knew nothing of my marriage plans. After our talk, I remained silent, and understood that the Father had used this brother to inform me that from now on I knew the name of my future wife.
It is with great humility that I accepted this divine choice. This became a burden on my heart and I did not receive peace until I wrote him an engagement letter. It was by faith that she accepted the engagement, having received the conviction of the Holy Spirit, not knowing me according to the flesh, on the basis of my letter which bore witness to her of my relationship with Jesus Christ.
Several questions came to mind. Will the church embrace union, and our parents? Then there was the thorny problem and not the least, of the financing of this marriage, having no remunerated activity, except that of announcing the mystery of the gospel of Jesus Christ.
My preparations for the wedding day have caused great concern to many unbelieving people, my family, my friends, my congregation, and even other children of God. Each other's concerns were indicative of a walk by sight, not by faith. A few days before the wedding, I had no savings with me as hundreds of invitation tickets were handed out. And against all odds, seventy-two hours before the wedding, the Holy Spirit touched many hearts; the blessings of the Lord poured out in abundance: spiritually, materially, financially.
My marriage was blessed on June 27, 1998 (I was 29 years old). Many people and God's people glorified the Lord. My wife and I did the same for His goodness and His infinite grace. How wonderful it is to have a bride according to God's plan. "He who finds a wife finds happiness; he obtains grace from the Lord" Proverbs 18:22.
Despite our differences, we quickly discovered that we belonged to each other. We sought every day to preserve our unity, our trust, and to resolve our differences in the Word of God. We made sure that our God remained the undisputed master of this union by blocking the way at any initiative of men seeking to separate us, or claiming to bring us peace and joy outside of the Holy Scriptures.
God had given me a wife, and yet the first weeks of our union were very rough. Satan was trying to control our household through many tensions between us. It was even difficult to share the Word of God, although it was this that had united us.
Certain servants of God to whom I shared this aspect of our young household showed complacency, or indifference. We entered several periods of fasting and prayer, and realized that our union had not really been consecrated to the Lord. The Lord restored our relationships on a biblical basis in all areas, spiritual, material and financial, relating to our union. In fact I realized that if one spouse complains, it will not change the other spouse. But if I turn it over to Jesus night and day, kneeling in prayer, something new is going to happen in the home. What I demand from my partner for the stability of the household must start with myself. If this process is applied in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ on a continual basis,
The passage of the Word in Ephesians 5: 28-32 showed me perfectly the relation that I had to have with my wife for a perfect harmony in the couple: “This is how husbands should love their wives as their own body. who loves his wife loves himself because no one has ever hated his own flesh. But he nourishes and cares for it as Christ does for the church ". These verses have had a great effect in my relationship with the Lord. Thank you Jesus!
From our union was born on March 31, 2001 little Nathanaël, a gift from the Lord, who will one day become his servant. He is already a living testimony since he was miraculously kept alive by the Lord, being born prematurely at 7.5 months pregnant, weighing less than 2 kg, and we had no money to pay the costs of incubator. Glory to God !
The call to serve the Lord - The school of breaking.
It was after my marriage that I saw more and more my call to serve the Lord. I hesitated for a long time before finally accepting it. There was no way I would wait for the decision of human institutions to begin to bear witness to my experience. So I bore witness in families, in churches, in Bible school students, and in many evangelistic campaigns. More than ever, I remained extremely attentive to listening to God's plan for my life. I was confident that the world didn't need me to be a brilliant Bible speaker, but rather to exhibit the fulfillment of God's Word in my life. Because the whole of humanity in its sighs does not need Théophile Amougou, but rather the Lord Jesus Christ.
The miserable spiritual and material situation of many servants of God in Africa and particularly in Cameroon did not encourage me to serve the Lord. I was surprised at the zeal some people had for the service of God without having the slightest revelation of the breaking of the works of the flesh in their lives.
Without waiting for an order from any denomination, I began to share my experience whenever the Lord gave me the opportunity. It should be noted that the power of a testimony does not depend on the rank occupied before conversion into the kingdom of Satan, but only on the daily walk in sanctification, in order to accomplish the work for which Jesus Christ has us. delivered, namely: to announce that Jesus came to free the captives, and to make all the nations his disciples. I spent many hours of prayer and meditation on a regular basis in the presence of the Lord, as it was necessary for me to receive the information to help me understand the mission that God wanted to give me. Experience a deliverance not open the doors to any ministry. Rather, such people need to sit down and wait for direction from the Lord Jesus Christ on what spiritual conduct to take. “Lord! Show me your ways, teach me your paths, lead me in truth, and teach me; for you are the God of my salvation, you are always my hope. Psalm 25: 4-5.
Commitment and zeal in the service of the divine work without preparation exposes one to an extremely dangerous spiritual adventure. A coronation given to a man by a human institution, without the consecration of the Holy Spirit in the service of a divine vision is an abomination. Many men such as Abraham, Joseph, Moses, Joshua, David, Daniel, the disciples, Paul, Timothy, Apollos, and many other servants of God needed to be accurately taught in the ways of the Lord in order to be able to carry out their ministry with the power of the Spirit.
At this time of my life, God emphasizes my need for continuing education, and I am open to his direction, attentive to the revelations that He gives me through various means that He uses for this purpose: his children, Holy Bible, circumstances, etc.
The best preparatory school that any child of God should ask the Lord for is the school of breaking. "Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will lift you up." James 4:10. Likewise, "God resists the proud, but he gives grace to the humble." 1 Peter 5: 5. Now I address myself especially to those who are not yet disciples of Jesus: If you do not yet know Jesus as your Lord, your Savior, and your friend, I want to tell you, dear beloved reader, that Jesus Christ is the truth. He is a person, he has a Name, he wants to live in each of us.
He can save anyone who calls on his Name. There is no such thing as a hopeless case for Him. Buy yourself a Bible at the nearest Christian bookstore, read it thirstily regularly. Discover in it the wonderful ministry of Jesus of Nazareth in the New Testament, always remember this: "Jesus Christ is the same, yesterday, today and forever." Hebrews 13: 8. Get closer to Christian communities where this Word is preached in Spirit and in truth, without compromise.
What Christ did yesterday, He will do today. Entrust your life completely to Him, He will fulfill it now and forever. “… For there is no other name under heaven given among men, by which we must be saved.” Acts 4:12.
Dear friend, dear friend, if this testimony has touched your heart, it is the proof of the love and forgiveness of Jesus manifested on the Cross. My goal was not to judge you, condemn you, or make you feel guilty. I would like to remind you that the sin of Adam and Eve is a condemnation, and the curse of God remains on you: "For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God." Romans 3:23. So, whether you have been in the depths of the occult or not, Jesus Christ loves you and he wants to welcome you into his house. Repent of your sins and accept Him as your Lord and Savior staff. "If we say that we have no sins, we are deceiving ourselves, and the truth is not in us." 1 John 1: 8. The ball is therefore in your court. Jesus Christ is the only solution for you who are being tested by what you are going through at the moment: illnesses, trials, troubles of all kinds, various failures ... Jesus Christ is the way, the truth and the life.
"To God alone our Savior, through Jesus Christ our Lord, be glory, majesty, strength and power, from before all times, and now, and for ever! Amen!"
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