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.