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TESTIMONY
OF LISUNGI MBULA - GO TO BETHEL
(Updated on 01 01 2024)
Before
reading
this testimony, we encourage you to read the important warning that we
have
made concerning testimonies. This warning entitled "Warning
Testimonies" can be found on the website www.mcreveil.org.
Dear
brothers and dear friends, we would like to share with you this
excerpt from the testimony of Lisungi Mbula, who served satan in
ignorance for
more than ten years, believing that the power of satan was above all
powers,
until the day he met Jesus Christ and was delivered. This testimony
confirms
the teachings on "Spiritual
Warfare"
and on "Discernment"
that we have already studied. We urge you to read
this testimony, and these two teachings, if you have not read them yet.
They
are very rich. You will find them on the website www.mcreveil.org.
My
name is Lisungi Mbula. The story I
am about to tell you is a series of mysterious events that I have
experienced. I
have been practising magic for over ten years. The devil kept me in
this
ignorance, convincing me that his power was above all powers. But God
is Love,
He raised me from the mud and I now write down all that He did for my
soul as a
testimony. After my primary and secondary education in Yangambi, I
found it
better to continue my higher education. I left Yangambi for Kisangani
in 1973.
I lived with my cousin. She managed to feed her family. My
brother-in-law was
unemployed, and my presence at their home upset him. I soon realised he
did not
want me in his house anymore. Sometimes I had to go without food for
two or
three days. I had lost weight, I was dirty and often sick. My social
situation
was known to my classmates and to some of my teachers. I was at my wits
end,
and I did not know what to do, except give up my studies and go home.
But the
idea of unemployment grieved me. Therefore, I persisted while praying.
I asked
God to help me.
All
my prayers remained unanswered to
the point where I doubted the existence of God. I thought to myself,
"my
father is a Christian and he prays every day. Every Sunday, he attends
the
service and gives his offering. Yet he is still poor. I am also
experiencing
the same situation: I am very poor, suffering, hungry. What evil have
we done
that Heaven should punish us thus? Does the merciful and Almighty God,
whom my
father speaks so admirably to me about, really exist? If so, why does
He allow
me to go through such trials?" In the face of all these unanswered
questions, I concluded that God did not exist, and that it was priests
and
pastors who created Him to harm the naive. One day, my lecturer of
Systematic
Botany invited me to his home. On the way, he told me that he had heard
his
colleagues worry about me, and he proposed that I live with him. I
received
this good news with great joy. I immediately moved from my cousin's
house to my
new home. There, my social status improved. I recovered my health and
devoted
most of my time to my studies.
One
evening, as I was revising my
lessons, my lecturer came into my room and said, "I think you are well
here, and your studies are going on well. But one thing is certain: if
you
continue in life like this without any protection, you will not go far.
For,
without this means that I want to offer you, 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 your family. I approve that. Besides, that's
one of
the reasons I'm helping you. I have thought of your future, and I ask
you to be
patient and courageous, for I will give you power."
Four
days later, he brought me a
catalogue and told me to read it carefully. He gave me three days for
that.
After that, I had to choose, among the various topics presented, those
that
were of interest. It was all about magic, especially the applications
of
magical phenomena to different areas of everyday life. As a student, I
choose
the subjects related to my studies, such as the "magic pen," the
"Egyptian pill" and the "magic handkerchief". Next to each
subject was a caption with the purpose and the instruction manual for
each
article. One day after I had handed the catalogue and my preferences to
the
lecturer, he brought me everything I had chosen.
Lifting
each object one after the
other, he told me: "This magic pen has the power to write by itself.
Just
put it between the sheets during an exam, and it writes the right
answers all
by itself. But in order not to attract the attention of other
participants, you
can pretend to scribble anything on the page. While marking, the marker
will
only see the correct answers... This Egyptian pill has the function of
stimulating weak memories." The lecturer handed me the pill and went to
get some water. He asked me to swallow it by drinking the water he had
given
me, which I did. Then he continued: this handkerchief of domination
will serve
to impose your will on others. All you have to do is pass it on your
face twice
and all your suggestions will be accepted unanimously. He sat down and
considered me in silence with a serious air. He looked like a father
who wanted
to entrust his son with a task he knew beforehand would be difficult.
Then he
said to me, "for two years you must eat only raw food." Since then,
it has not been possible for me to eat prepared or even salted foods.
Because
it is necessary to use heat to make salt, and salt was also forbidden.
I only
ate fruit, raw eggs, and some roots like tubers: carrots, cassava,
sweet
potatoes, etc., which I obtained without difficulty because I lived
with the
lecturer, my teacher.
After
two years, I came back on a
normal diet. I would point out that the Polish lecturer in question
here was a
priest of the roman catholic church. The fact that he took me into his
home
aroused in me feelings of guilt, because of my hasty conclusions about
the
non-existence of God. For I had thought to myself that God still
existed, and
that he had sent his servant to help me. You can therefore imagine my
astonishment when a Catholic priest introduced me to Indian magic! The
attitude
of this priest strengthened me in the idea that God did not really
exist. Indeed,
if God existed, the priests were better placed to know Him.
According
to the Catechism of the roman catholic church, they serve as
intermediaries
between God and the faithful. Despite the fact that this priest
celebrated mass
every day, he knew the truth, that of the non-existence of God. That is
why he
revealed to me the path par excellence, that of magic and therefore of
happiness. That was my reasoning at the time. A year after I was
forbidden to
eat prepared foods, I saw a great transformation in my being. I had
become very
clever. I could read the thoughts of my interlocutors, know their
identity,
their date of birth and their address, without them having told me
anything
before. All my school courses seemed to me to be simple revisions.
During my
four years in higher education, I only distinguished myself, from the
preparatory to the third graduate.
When
the two years of observance of
the diet that was imposed upon me were accomplished, he did not hide
his
satisfaction. He promised me to start serious things with me and told
me that
before he could get there, he would give me protection. From then on,
the ban
was lifted, I could consume any food and drink of my choice. Two weeks
after
that promise, he brought me a new catalogue entitled: "Atlas of good
luck
in all things." This time, without seeking my opinion, he pointed out a
subject to me in the catalogue, and said, "I give you the great divine
power of the great ashanti." Using a pair of scissors, he cut a lock of
my
hair and put it in a bottle. Then he took some dust from under my right
heel
and wrapped it in white paper. He explained to me that these things
taken from
my body will serve to keep me, in difficult times. He put these things
in a
drawer, and added that this divine force has the power to protect me
from
bullets, snakebites, sorcerers, death by drowning, fire, suffocation,
or
accident, against any visible or invisible enemy... In short, against
all
danger and all evil. The teacher pulled a six-piece ring out of his
pocket,
gave it to me, and said, "This talisman will give you the strength to
fight against twenty-one people, and to defeat them. You can overcome
the
physical laws of nature at your own will: gravity, altitude, space and
time...
"
Endowed
with all these powers and
protections, I resolved to experiment them. Not that I doubted the
truthfulness
of the teacher's words, but I wanted to test my power first to prove to
myself
that I was important. This is how I deliberately put poison in my food.
When I
approached my hand to the jar containing the poisoned food, it broke
itself,
even before my hand touched it. One day, some friends tried to poison
me. They
placed a layer of powdered sulphuric acid on the plate reserved for me,
and
invited me to dinner. I knew in advance that my plate was poisoned. If
I had
refused to eat, they would have suspected something, that a traitor
among them
would have informed me of their infamy. So, to prove to them that I was
superior to them, I had to eat this poisoned dish. In front of
everyone, my
plate fell as soon as my fork touched the food, spilling its contents.
Later,
my friends apologised and confessed to me their deed.
After
this incident, my friends
corrected their position towards me. They considered me a superhuman,
protected
by invisible beings. None of them could think anymore of evil of me
without
shivering. That was my desire: the madness of grandeur. So I was
invulnerable.
Women didn't mean me anything to me. But with my magic handkerchief, I
could
break their will and force them to do what I wanted them to do. One
day, I
quarrelled over a woman with a military man, a commando, just to make
myself
famous. He was known for his wickedness in the region. When he learned
of my
love affair with his concubine, he beat her violently. The poor girl
did not
understand what was happening to her. She spent the commando’s money on
me. It
happened that he was informed by the parents of the girl of my affair
with her.
In reality, she loved her lover, but because she was under my power,
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 my
success
over his girlfriend, despite the beatings he was inflicting on her.
Driven by
jealousy, because it was a matter of dignity and self-esteem, he
decided to
kill me. The poor man did not know that by doing this, he was carrying
out my
plans. The place of my execution was the last thing to be determined.
After
having followed me for several days, which I knew in advance, he met me
in an
uninhabited place. It was around 6:30pm, it was a little dark. In
reality, it
was I who organised this fortuitous meeting, because this situation had
prolonged, it had to be brought to an end. He approached me without
saying a
word, pulled a gun out of his pocket, unsheathed it, and fired three
times at
close 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 my belly.
I
scratched my skin in these places, and collected the three bullets in
my hand.
With
a sublime gesture, I handed them
to the commando, telling him to shoot again if he so desired. No
witnesses were
present at the scene. The act was so rapid that his brain did not have
time to
record this information. The soldier was amazed, without understanding
what was
happening to him. I soon realised he did not want to shoot anymore. He
had lost
his mind and had become like a madman. In fact, he had become one. What
pride
was mine, when I experienced that even bullets fired at close range did
not
cause me any harm! The impossible no longer existed for me. I could fly
in the
air like a bird, through a door or through a wall, make myself
invisible if I
wanted to, etc. I realised that if God existed, I had to be Him myself,
or that
I was not far away! I was feared and respected as I wanted. Nothing and
nobody
worried me. Sometimes I did some magical outdoor performances to
entertain the
gallery and make myself popular. With the help of a braid wire, I could
stop a
moving vehicle and force it to move backward without being cut.
It
was a great pleasure for the
spectators, and people came en masse to admire this phenomenon. In
reality, it
was not the wire that exerted any pressure, but the legion of spirits
who were
at my service, and who pushed the vehicle backward. The wire was only
there to
make an illusion. Such was the known face of the magic I practised.
Apart from
these representations, no one could suspect that I was really in magic,
except
of course the lecturer (my teacher) and some initiates. I was well
known in
Kisangani. Even little children knew my name and sang of my exploits.
People
were talking about me everywhere. This notoriety brought me some
serious
problems. One day, not knowing what I was accused of, the law
enforcement
officers came with an arrest warrant bearing my name. I followed them
without
protest, to find out what I was accused of, and to find out the
identity of the
complainant. When I arrived at the police station, the officer in
charge of
investigating the case ordered his officers to throw me into the
dungeon.
Before the gendarmes seized me, I was able to tell the officer: Dear
Citizen
Adjutant, know that whatever the motive, I can be arrested, tried,
convicted,
beaten or imprisoned only if I want to.
My
words were like fuel on fire, for
they stirred up the anger of the officer. It was a great insult to him
that I
spoke such language in public. Helped by two gendarmes, he pushed me
with great
brutality in the dungeon, where he locked the lock. He pocketed the
key, so
that no one would come to release me without going through him. When he
returned to his office, he found me sitting in the chair, and I said to
him,
"Come, sit down, and let us talk." But he didn't want to talk to me
anymore. Looking at his face, I saw a whole series of emotions
expressed. From
serenity, he passed to anger, then to great astonishment, to finish
with a
smug, haggard smile, without any expression. The man started running
around the
room like little children playing hide-and-seek. It was not a pretty
sight.
Anyway, The Adjutant had gone mad. Seeing what had happened to him, I
felt
sorry for him.
I
ran to catch him, and put his mind
back in place thanks to some magic words learned from the teacher. It's
your
fault! I said to him, when he had recovered his senses. I said again:
if you
had listened to me, we wouldn't be here. To comfort him, I gave him a
bulletproof vest. Later, we became good friends and the incident was
quickly
forgotten. Although holding all this power, I had no peace. At first, I
was
happy to possess a force that other people could not even suspect
existed. But
over time, my desires grew. The acts that gave me joy faded in my
memory
because of monotony. As one proverb says, "a habit is second nature."
I thought it was normal for things to happen the way I made them
happen.
Nothing gave me joy. I noticed that everything I did really did not
benefit me.
I
was popular, but penniless. I told
the teacher about this situation and he told me that he had given me
everything. All I needed was the desire to get all the money I needed.
With the
six-piece ring I owned, I could make objects over 50kgs disappear at a
distance
of more than 50 meters. Immediately, he gave me an object, which he
called
"magic tube" and said, this tube has several applications in the
field of magic. You can read, see, keep, move, search, calculate,
evaluate...
There are many ways to get money. I do not want to introduce you to all
these
methods at once, but we'll study them gradually. The first method is
called
"cunning theft." It is to command the wandering spirits to bring you
money. You can specify the location, the amount, the time and the
nature of
this money. When it appears, it will be accompanied by a number
indicating the
time you need to spend it. This money is stolen from shops or banks by
wandering spirits. Here are the conditions for "cunning theft": with
this money, you will not be able to buy any durable goods; at the
agreed time,
all the money will have to be spent. You see, outside of these two
conditions,
you can make of this money anything you want. Those who do not meet
these
requirements must either die or go mad.
Some
explanations are necessary to
understand. We call this method "cunning theft," because it will not
be discovered, as the money will be put back in its place before the
owner
realises it. You don't have to buy durable items, because everything
will
disappear after the deadline. If you keep that money, you could die.
After
buying a non-durable item, if the money you give to the seller is put
together
with ordinary money, that money will disappear along with ordinary
money, after
the deadline. We get nothing for nothing in this world, son. This
ordinary
money, which disappeared, was used to replenish the secret funds and
later to
acquire other clients. If we are ruthless for the recalcitrant, it is
because
if the money is not exhausted, it is we who have to fill the void. So,
if the
client dies, he's to come work for us to repay the money we paid on his
behalf.
If he's going mad, it's because the ordinary money gone was enough to
cover the
losses, without us suffering any damage. But he will still be punished
for
breaking orders, and for making us work for nothing.
Experiment
with this method first.
When you discover its drawbacks, I will teach you another possibility.
Remember
my words: patience and courage. In the meantime, have fun! I diligently
kept
every word spoken by the teacher. After weighing the pros and cons of
"cunning theft," I decided to experiment with it. Sitting in my
living room, I went through the procedures to get money. I specified
well the
data: for the place and time, I had indicated that the money appeared
on the
table of my living room at 2pm. As for its quantity and nature, I had
specified
twenty kilos in ten zaïres cuts. I made a mistake about the quantity,
for at
two o'clock a mountain of ten-zaïres notes appeared on the table. There
was a
note to the recipient indicating the number ten, and meaning that I had
ten
hours to get this mountain of money off my table.
After
calculating, I found that I
would have to spend everything at exactly midnight. Joy mingled with
fear came
upon me when I took a lot of money to go and spend it. When I left my
room, I
first met the lecturer's house servant. He asked me for a cigarette,
and I gave
him 500 zaïres in ten cuts. I took a taxi to downtown, to the shops. I
gave the
driver five times the normal price of the trip. To avoid arousing his
curiosity, I complimented him and told him that it was because he had
quickly
driven me to my destination that I did him this favour. In town, I
looked at
the articles through the shop windows. A shirt caught my eye. As I was
about to
go in to buy it, I heard a voice say to me, "No durable items!" That
voice was familiar to me, it was the teacher's. I thought, as I walked
away
from the store, the teacher likes me very much, he doesn't want me to
die or to
go mad. That is why his voice comes to me here to warn me of the danger
of
disobedience.
I
went to a European restaurant. Since
I was forbidden to buy durable goods, I might as well spend it on food,
for
revenge. I ordered expensive dishes. All the money I took was
exhausted. I
called a taxi and informed the driver that he would receive the prize
for his
ride when he brought me back to where he had taken me. I jumped when I
reached
the living room where the money was. What I took before I left was
replaced.
Was it real or was it just a dream? It was 3pm, and the money was still
a lot
on the table. I pocketed a large amount, more than the first, and went
out. I
was tormented by the idea that when I returned, I might find another
amount of
money to replace what I had taken. The driver was waiting for me at the
wheel.
Without saying a word, I sat next to him. My mind was elsewhere. I
figured, "This
one would get it for himself when he sees his empty cashbox the next
morning." The taxi driver dropped me off where he had taken me, at the
European restaurant, I gave him a large sum of money, without telling
him
anything, because he was aware that I had kept him waiting a long time.
That
day, some of my friends were in
the restaurant. I remember buying a round. Everyone ate and drank at my
expense. It made me feel good to take the money out of my pocket and
spend it
public. Before my guests finished drinking, I demanded the bill. I paid
cash
and I skipped out, lest some curious people begin to ask questions
about the
origin of this money. I made several trips between the house and the
city
centre to evacuate the 20kgs of 10 zaïres banknotes. This may seem
simple. But
spending that kind of money in 10 hours in Kisangani, in 1976, was not
an easy
task. At 10pm, there was still a large amount of money on the table. A
cold
sweat took hold of me, and I was seized with a dreadful fear: fear of
dying,
fear of going mad. I remembered the teacher's words when he recommended
courage
and patience. Then a little calm returned. I thought I had two more
hours to
go, and there was no question of letting me get discouraged. I had to
change
the spending tactics. Oh! Beloved, it is better to work for Jesus than
for
satan! For the yoke of Jesus is easy and His burden light (Matthew
11:30).
I
still remember that night as if it
were yesterday. I threw the money in the air at a funeral ceremony, of
which I
didn't even know the deceased! I rushed into a bar, and asked the
consumers
what they liked. 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 owned. It was pathetic. By 11:30, I had only a few bundles left
on the
table. The teacher's servant, instead of just buying the cigarette he
had asked
me for, had also bought himself a drink. During all my back and forth,
I
noticed a shape lying in the courtyard, but I didn't know it was him.
The poor
man, applying the Roman principle that one must eat and drink today…,
had spent
all the money. Now he was sleeping in the courtyard, dead drunk.
At
midnight, I had no money left, and
I pushed an "ouf!" of relief. That night, in my bed, I thought about
everything I'd done in the evening, gazing at the ceiling of my room. I
concluded that in the future, I would only ask for sums of less than 20
kilos.
A few days later, I resorted again to "cunning theft." This time, I
refrained from increasing the quantity, for fear of reliving the same
situation
as the first time. I noticed that the time set to spend the money was
not
constant in each case: it varied according to the quantity demanded.
Several
days passed. I found that the money obtained by the method of "cunning
theft" was of no use to me. I was forbidden to buy just a simple
underwear, not even a pocket handkerchief. If I tried to do that, I
risked
insanity or death. My parents were poor. I couldn't help them. I
couldn't send
them my money, lest they put it with their savings, and the whole thing
disappear after the deadline.
I
went to see the teacher so that he
would give me another means to get money. Before revealing it to me, he
gave me
a piece of advice: you are still too young to understand the problem of
money.
Ask at this address and wait for their answer. He gave me an address in
India.
After his departure, I quickly drafted my request for money to be sent
to India
by occult means. Spirits are then used to deliver the mail. This method
is known
for its speed. A five-minute delay is rare when using this medium. The
mailboxes that can be used can be toilets, beds, buffet, tables,
cabinets...
Five minutes later, I received the answer, the content of which is as
follows:
"You, Zairean, who ask for money, know well that money does not buy
money,
or that a Zairean does not buy a Zairean, and then that money cannot
reach you
alone. Good understanding." At the bottom of the letter, there was, by
way
of signature, a coffin and a skull. The letter was written, signed and
sealed
in red ink. I took it to the teacher after I read it. The latter,
without even
taking a look at it, said to me, "It is as I told you, my son. In this
world, there's nothing for nothing. I think you're still too young to
understand."
The
teacher's answer and that of the
letter implied that, in order to receive the money I needed, I had to
sacrifice
a human life. I told him that I had no one to sacrifice for money. I
would
rather die poor as my father, than be rich and responsible for a human
life
sacrificed to satisfy certain fleeting needs. Kill a person? I couldn't
believe
it! My emotion made the teacher smile. He suggested a third option 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
increases, your scruples will disappear. In the meantime, I would like
to
inform you that there is a third possibility, which is the most
widespread
among magicians. If you want, I'll give you two seals. The first will
be loved
by women. No woman can resist your call, even if you were ugly. She
will come
and you will make of her what you want. The second seal has the power
to make a
woman that you will know conceive, even if she is sterile. Remember, if
you're
with a woman, you form one body with her. So, instead of sacrificing
yourself,
you can sacrifice your own flesh that is your wife, or your own blood
that runs
through your children's veins.
To
avoid the loss of these loved ones,
which of course grieves, don't forget that you can do this: every time
you
sleep with any woman, you can write down her name and give her a large
amount
of money as a gift. The name thus recorded shall be entered on a list.
Later,
if the need arises at our headquarters, you will simply cross a name
off that
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", her soul will go to work for you, gathering fresh amounts of
money to give you. If it does not suit you to sleep with any woman, you
can
take "concubines" (a second or third woman). Children born to such
unions will be included on the list. When the need arises at
headquarters, you
will erase a name from that 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. No one will suspect you of the loss of the child, not even
the
mother in any case. For those around you, all the tears shed and all
the money
spent will prove the attachment and affection you felt for the
deceased. [...]
Within
all the time that I spent in
the service of evil, I noticed that the devil has more control over
women than
men. He uses women a lot to accomplish his evil designs. Your only
weapon is
prayer and faith. You may be given jewellery 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 amounts of money
will
disappear without you being able to understand the reason. All this
because of
the jewels which you have been offered, or which you have even bought.
The jewels we see in life are not all made from minerals.
1.3- In the land of
the
goddess Maharashathie
None
of the methods of obtaining money
put at my disposal by the teacher satisfied my desires. My concern was
to enjoy
money like rich men, without any time limits. I wanted money that would
allow
me to help my parents in Yangambi, to start a family later, etc.
Despite the
fact that I practised magic, I had love for my people. I sometimes
thought
about how I could improve their living conditions. I had thought of
sending
them the money of "cunning theft" because all the other methods
required the sacrifice of a human life, something I hated. It was the
only way
to help them. But I did not use this method to do so, because this
money was to
disappear after the deadline. I was convinced that I was not really
enjoying
the money the way I wanted to. That's why I went to see the teacher. I
asked
him to remember well if he could not find a way to get money without
human
sacrifice, and money that would not disappear.
The
teacher listed the three
possibilities available to me, and then shut up. I believed that he had
no more
resources; that he was exhausted. After a moment of silence, he
shrugged his
shoulders, as if to express resignation, then he said, "Then you need a
woman." I didn't understand the meaning of his word. I said to myself,
"Is he intending getting a woman for me or has he already got one for
me
without my consent?" He came back to me three days after our discussion
and explained this: last time I spoke to you about a woman as a
solution
to your problem. You know that the woman satisfies almost all the needs
of the
man. We're going to travel to the land of the goddess Maharashatie.
That's
where we'll find a woman who can solve your problems. But before we go,
it is
necessary to impose on ourselves a certain physical and mental
discipline.
Indeed, all our protections and powers are without effect in her
universe.
This
discipline consists of fasting, while reciting
certain incantatory prayers in a specific order, for five days. This is
to
harden our hearts against the temptations of the goddess. She has many
traps in
her universe. If someone succumbs to one of her temptations, or if
someone
pleases her, it is difficult to return home. Then it would be death.
You see,
it is easier to enter the land of the goddess than to leave it. Since
the
majority of its population is female, it is difficult to let its male
hosts go.
To my knowledge, here are some of its pitfalls: fear, astonishment,
panic, etc.
We must refrain from one of these feelings. I know we can't do this on
our own.
That is why we must fast for five days to implore the mercy of the
goddess and
to control our will. Dear brothers and sisters in Christ, you see how,
in order
not to be deceived by demons, I had to fast for five days, in order to
reach
demonic goals. How much more should we, Children of God, pray and fast
to
resist the lusts of the world! 1Corinthians 9:25 "Everyone who
competes in the games goes into
strict
training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to
get a
crown that will last forever."
Kisangani,
the capital of the upper
Zaire region, has a river called Tshopo, a tributary of the Zaire
River. A
hydroelectric dam was erected there before its confluence with the
Zaire River,
forming a waterfall called "force de l'Est" (force of the East) in
Kisangani. It is a strategic location for the economy of the upper
Zaire
region, thanks to the hydroelectric power produced. The military stands
on
guard there 24 hours a day. It was at this place called the "force of
the
East" that we met, five days later, in the night, around one o'clock in
the morning. The moon was long gone. It was dark. A fresh wind was
sweeping our
faces. Only the sound of insects at the water's edge disturbed the
silence of
the night. The water was still flowing, continuing its long-running mad
race.
We silently approached the waterfall. Five Green Beret soldiers stood
guard
with a rifle in their hand. All the soldiers fell asleep after the
teacher had
pronounced some conjurations of magic hypnosis. It seemed like a dream.
We
approached the water's edge without any soldiers intercepting us. The
teacher
began to invoke the manifestation of the goddess Maharashathie, through
occult
prayers accompanied by cabalistic gestures. A great silence erupted
around us.
The wind stopped blowing and the insects stopped singing.
A
huge snake comes out of the water.
It had seven heads from which emanated a kind of light that illuminated
the
surface of the water and its surroundings. The trunk of the serpent
measured
the same circumference as that of the Bethel tam-tam, 1.80 metres in
diameter.
In other circumstances, the appearance of such a snake would have
frightened
me, but it left me cold. All these events, and those that followed,
left me
indifferent, everything seemed normal to me. A woman appeared below the
snake,
a woman of rare beauty, of Indian type. She introduced herself: "I am
the
Maharashatie goddess of India, at your service." The timbre of her
voice
expressed excessive femininity. The teacher picked on: "We come, O
goddess, to visit you and to ask for help that only you in the whole
universe
can provide." "You're my guests. So welcome to my world. Follow me,
please." At that moment, she turned to show us the way to her Universe.
An
extraordinary event took place before my eyes. The water, the serpent
and the
darkness disappeared to make way for an unreal and fairy-like world.
For the
first time in my life, my eyes were discovering a world different from
the one
I had lived in before.
There
was a light that came neither
from the sun nor from the moon. The colour of the sky was purple. I
didn't
notice any plant life. Instead of the ground, there was a substance
like tar
mixed with cement, covered with glass... I have never visited any
American or
European city, but I imagine that such a city cannot exist on Earth. We
were
guests of the goddess. She gave us a tour of her world. Almost the
entire
population was made up of women and I had the impression that they were
all
alike. They were all equally beautiful. Nothing disturbed the calm,
serenity
and peace of this mysterious world. The population was kind, welcoming
and hospitable.
At the end of the visit, we went to the residence of the goddess. After
a few
minutes of rest, the goddess invited us to the banquet offered in our
honour.
There were many guests, including the queen, princesses and duchesses.
During
the banquet, the teacher wanted to explain the reason for our visit,
but the
goddess prevented him, saying that we would have plenty of time to
discuss it
later. After the meal, the teacher and the goddess retired to another
apartment
in the residence.
The
queen and other guests kept me
company in the absence of the teacher. I was already tormented by the
prolonged
absence of the goddess and the teacher, when I saw them come out of the
room
where they had retired. The teacher made me realise with a nod that
everything
had gone well. So we had to go back. I took leave of my hosts, then,
accompanied by the goddess, we went back to the place through which we
had
entered. During the journey, the goddess held my hand familiarly. We
arrived at
our starting point. One thing happened, and the occult universe
disappeared to
make way for the river and the seven-headed snake. The goddess was with
us and
always held me by the hand, like old friends. She said goodbye and let
go of my
hand, then turned and disappeared from our sight. The lights that came
from the
seven heads of the giant snake, as well as the snake itself, also
disappeared
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 go
home, lest
the very early morning people see us and wonder about our presence in
such a
place at 4:30am. Back in the city, everyone went to sleep to recover
the sleep
lost during this remarkable journey. In the afternoon of the same day,
the
teacher came to me and explained this to me:
When
I eclipsed myself with the
goddess, I explained your problem to her. She confided to me that there
was a
force in you that drew her to you. She thought I was bringing her a
follower
and insisted that you stay there for a while. I told her why we were
there. She
cared so much for you that she offered to come and serve you
personally. I
refused, because if I had accepted, she would have come and persuaded
you one
day to follow her to her country. You would have done it, because she's
much
more powerful than you.
I
begged her not to be interested in
you. She refused categorically, but, given my insistence, she finally
accepted.
But she has set you some tough conditions, which you will have to meet
if you
want to have a wife who can solve your money problems and fulfil all
your
desires. Careful, son! However, you are free to refuse if these
conditions
prove to be beyond your means. But you should know that if you refuse,
you can
also say goodbye to your money plans. Here's what you'll do if you want
to keep
going. Tonight, you'll find a pack of 17 cards at your bedside. Each
card has a
picture of a woman. From these 17 photos, you will choose the one that
pleases
you the most, and you will make a sign above the card. She'll be your
wife.
The
teacher then explained to me how I
should arrange the large table in my living room, to prepare for the
visit of
these 17 women. He continued: You will be woken at midnight by the
visitors,
the 17 women appearing on the cards. But make sure you make your choice
this
very night. They will seduce you in different ways, to make you
succumb. If you
manage to resist until 4 o'clock, the time of their departure, you will
know
your wife, the one you have chosen, because she will not go with the
others.
Beware, my son, if you succumb to the charm of one of them, which is
not the
one you chose, she 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 laid down by the
goddess.
So, if you don't want to run the risk of making a mistake, you have to
resist
until everyone else leaves. I think I told you everything in detail.
You
decide.
I
had no choice. I figured if I turned
down those conditions, the teacher wouldn't be happy with me. Therefore
he
would never trust me again with another method to get the money I
needed. On
the other hand, if I let this opportunity go, I could no longer hope to
get
money like everyone else. So I agreed. Just like my teacher told me,
around
7:30pm, I found a pack of cards under my pillow. Each card depicted a
beautiful
woman dressed in light and transparent clothing.
It
took me a long time to look at the
faces of these unreal beings. It was the perfection of beauty. Then
came the
critical hour when I had to choose the one who would be my wife
forever. I had
no point on which to base my reasoning, for they were all 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, over which I made a small sign 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 his instructions, and
I fell
asleep at 8:30pm in my bed.
At
midnight, I felt that someone was
touching me to wake me gently. I opened an eye, for I was still asleep.
In the
dark, I discovered that a woman was trying to wake me, without
brutality. I
read in each of her movements a deep tenderness and love. I got up and
walked
to the living room where I was greeted by the applause of my visitors.
I
noticed that all the women on the cards were there, very real and very
beautiful. For several hours, they all tried to seduce me by all
possible
means, means worthy of the children of perdition. They did everything
to make
me succumb. But the teacher had been strict on this point: not to know
any of
them before the other sixteen left. No longer recognising the one I had
chosen,
I could risk my life by going 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. At 4 o'clock, they said goodbye to me and left as they had
come,
that is, through the walls. One of them stayed. So that was my wife,
the one I
chose.
When
she stood beside me, she said to
me, my love, I am pleased with your conduct earlier on towards my
cousins. It
is for me a sign of love and faithfulness that you have not known at
least one
of them. I too will love you as much, as long as you respect my
demands, which,
by the way, are only those of a woman who loves you and who wants to
make you
happy. Apart from the food prepared by your hand, you shall eat nothing
but
food that I have given you, and not the food of a woman. When you get
home, you
shouldn't be more than two hours late. When you get back from an
outing, you
must have to shower first and change before you get near me. In the
house,
never wear leather shoes. Apart from the two of us, no one should know
I'm here
with you. If someone accidentally sees me without you knowing, that
person will
have to die or go crazy. But if the person is in cahoots with you, then
you are
the one who will lose your life or go insane. As you can see, I'm very
jealous.
On the other hand, I agree to fulfil all your desires before you even
tell me.
Whatever your desires, I will fulfil them. My name is Helen Magloo.
Just call
me Helen.
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 on the table a hearty breakfast. Yet there was no
cooker in
the house, not even a stove. Without knowing where the food came from,
I ate it
with great appetite. When I opened my wardrobe to dress properly and to
go to
my classes - I was still a student - I found new clothes there,
costumes that I
had never suspected existed since I was born. There were also shoes and
slippers.
All these things did not impress me. Helen had vowed to fulfil 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. That woman knew my taste. About the
clothes,
Helen had given me a pair of trousers worth six, extraordinary
trousers. Every
time I walked into the house, and came out of it, the colour of the
trousers
changed. These trousers could change colour up to six times, it could
go back
to its original colour in the sixth colour.
With
Helen as my wife, it was a good
life. The money problem was over. Whenever I needed to buy an item -
something
that happened very rarely to me because all my desires were fulfilled
by Helen
- I simply had to put my hand in my pocket, and it came out with the
money
needed to buy the desired item. That money was "normal." I could
enjoy it like everyone else without risking death or madness, or even
without
it disappearing after a period of time. My wife put a car at my
disposal. Only
she and I could see it, apart from a few initiates. I often used it to
get to
my classes. It wasn't running on gas or diesel. Actually, I've never
been to a
gas station to refuel.
Helen
became possessive and
aggressive. Little by little, the joy I had felt for her assistance
faded, and
love gave way to hatred. I looked for a way to get rid of her, but I
did not
have the courage, because of all the benefits she otherwise provided.
However,
my decision was made, and I was waiting for the right opportunity to
throw her
out. Many days passed. One day, after school, I saw young students.
There was a
very beautiful girl among them. I took time to look at her and admire
her. I
coveted her. I wondered if such beauty was not that of a resurrected,
for only
dead women can rival such a beauty. I was so immersed in my thoughts
that I
hadn't noticed the time passing. I was late to go home. After taking
off my
shoes on the doorstep of the house, I went to take a shower and change
my
clothes. After the shower, I went to explain my delay to Helen. But at
the
place where Helen usually waited for me, I found the beautiful student.
I was
frightened when I saw this girl in Helen's room. I was afraid of dying
or going
crazy.
I
wondered how she knew I had coveted
her. How did she know my address? How did she get in? Did Helen see
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 sat, the beautiful student smiled at my
distress.
She came up to me and said, "Don't you recognise me, darling?" I'm
not the girl you saw when you left school. I'm your wife Helen Magloo.
I put on
the body of the one you saw today. Here are the answers to the
questions you
asked yourself in the day about her: is she not a ghost, but she will
soon
become one. This is her identity. Honey, I'm not giving you this
information so
that you can go and get her, but to show you that by doing so you're
hurting
me, because I love you to death, and it's impossible for me to lose
you.
Besides, what would I do without you? How can I share your love with
another?
Don't blame me for behaving like this. Understand me, darling, I'm here
for
you.
She
gave me the full identity of the
beautiful student, while weeping: first name, last name, address, age,
etc. Two
days after this discussion, I learned of the death by drowning of the
beautiful
student. This death touched me deeply. My conscience blamed me for her
death. Yet,
I had just looked at her. She was innocent! For me, there was no doubt
about
it, I was sure it was Helen who killed her out of jealousy for me. I
hated her
because she was responsible for the death of the beautiful student.
Time passed
again. She became more and more moody, concerned, and sometimes dreamy.
One
evening, after having contemplated me carefully, she said to me: "My
love,
I feel a deep feeling for you. My love for you is growing. I'd like to
give
your family a lot of property, including six vehicles, three trucks and
three
cars. I'll buy your family three stores downtown, and two residences in
the
best parts of the city. I'll give these things as a dowry to your
family, then
I'll take you away, and we'll go and live in my country forever."
Suddenly, I understood what was bothering my wife. She had had enough
of me and
wanted me dead. It was a long-awaited opportunity to get rid of her,
but we
weren't there yet.
For
now, I had to find words to
politely refuse her offer. I said: "The government of my country is not
fooled, so that a simple student like me, without resources, can
bequeath to
his family such great wealth. After I leave, all property will be
confiscated." Helen replied that as true as she lived, none of the
property she would give to my family would be confiscated. I replied
that I
would not be present to verify the veracity of her statements, and that
it was
better not to talk about that. In order not to hurt her feelings, I
went on:
"I know your country for having gone there once. There is calm and
silence. The respect of the human personality, and the kindness of the
goddess,
are legendary. But as for going there so I don't have to see my family
again,
I'm not buying it." Despite Helen's insistence, my "no" was
categorical. I had to put an end to this situation, which had lasted
too long,
because I risked losing my life by continuing to live with her. Our
union had
lasted fourteen months...
The
teacher was astonished when I
informed him of my intention to separate myself from Helen. He wanted
to know
why I had to make such a decision. I explained to him in detail Helen's
insatiable sexual desire, the death of the beautiful student, as well
as her
intention to take me to her country forever. In short, I invoked the
incompatibility of moods. The teacher did not hide from me the
difficulty of
such an approach, especially since he did not remember having
experienced such
a case before. Usually, those who were married to such women agreed to
accompany their wives freely, he told me. He continued: "But since you
are
the first to attempt such a thing, I will try to ask the goddess a
favour. But
I'm telling you, it won't be easy." A journey into the universe of the
goddess was therefore envisaged.
We returned to the fall of Tshopo, and the same scenario as the first time was repeated: hypnosis of the soldiers, invocation of the manifestation of the goddess, gushing out of the seven-headed serpent, and appearance of the goddess. She knew the reason for our visit and summoned Helen to give her opinion. Helen appeared and said she was disappointed and humiliated to find that her husband was abandoning her, when she intended to pay her dowry to her in-laws. But she soon got herself together and said, "I'm staying, because I don't have a choice. I want you to know that it wasn't me who abandoned my husband, it was him who abandoned me. Since he's the one who abandoned me, I demand that he should stay with me here, or that he should give me his little brother in marriage."
From
where I was, I answered the
teacher: none of Helen's demands is feasible. It has never been said in
our
agreements that I can never separate myself from her, nor that some
members of
my family can die because of me. I'm willing to accept all your
demands,
provided I can see my parents whenever and wherever I want. Let none of
my
family die because of me. The teacher and the goddess retired to a
nearby room.
After a while, they returned to the room where we all were. As if to
make a
public sentence, the goddess said to the teacher, "In view of the
services
you have rendered, we grant you this favour, dear Professor.
Nevertheless, we
are telling you that this is the first time that we have been in such a
situation. We hope that this will be the last, in the interests of all
of
us."
She
turned to me and said, "Because
you are ready to carry out our demands, you are saved." Actually,
Helen's
mission was to bring you back here. But the poor girl loved you so much
that
she couldn't act against your will. From now on, you will work for us
until you
die. You'll go back to your world with your teacher. He'll instruct you
on your
new assignment. As soon as this meeting is over, you will sign with
your blood
the contract that binds you to us for the rest of your life. It'll be a
pact.
From now on, you will be the servant of the goddess Maharashathie, I
confirm
you to the rank of "graduate" for the entire Eastern area. You're not
a rookie for me to tell you what would happen to you if you wanted to
part us
company. The papers were brought and, with my blood, I signed the
contract with
my fingerprints.
At
4 o'clock, we went home like the
first time. For a few months, day after day, the teacher taught me my
new
duties. During the day I was taking theoretical courses and at midnight
we were
going to the cemetery to complete my training, to eat and entertain
myself.
Indeed, from the moment I signed the pact, due to my graduate rank, I
had the
right to occupy a place in the "restaurant" of the cemetery, every
night. The teacher brought me other catalogues in order to learn more.
My new
occupation was to "bind" talismans. These talismans were sent to us
by customers for us to put power into them.
Most
of the orders came from different
European countries, including France, Romania, Poland, and especially
Italy. In
Africa, we received orders from Cameroon, Gabon, Mauritania, Senegal
and Zaire.
With the help of the teacher, I had opened a house identical to the one
that
exists in Kinshasa, called "Maison Lion Gilbert." Ours was called the
"White House Kisangani Fair." That's where my office was. With the
help of servant spirits, I received 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 both houses worked for the same
purpose, to
win as many souls as possible to satan. Each talisman was to be
"bound" above a tomb, following an appropriate prayer. In other
words, the operation of transferring a power, which we refer to here as
the
verb "to bind", was to take place above a tomb. It was to make the
talisman work, the teacher told me. He indicated to me the
correspondence
between the various cases mentioned in the requests, and the prayers
appropriate to each case. The teacher had defined for me what a planet
was, a
horoscope and an "omitama", in the field of magic.
Our
clients were from all over the
world. When a client wrote to us for the first time, we sent them our
newsletter so that they could provide us with all the information we
might need
in the future. We required the new adept to provide us with the
following
information: name of parents, siblings, wife and children, place and
date of
birth, etc. When we had all this data in our possession, the client
could then
buy his own jewels and send them to us so that we could "bind" them
or we could send him our own jewels already worked according to his
request.
From these data, in particular the date and place of birth of the
client, we
determined his astrological sign, which allowed us to find the planet
of the
individual. By comparing the customer's order letter with his planet,
we could
see his deficiencies. It was these deficiencies, or "omitama," that
we incrusted in the jewels, that we could then "bind" above a tomb,
by means of a conspiracy or an appropriate prayer, to form a talisman
ready for
expedition.
The
power of a talisman was renewable,
and remained limited to a well-defined field. Finally, the construction
of a
talisman varied among individuals. It depended on the astrological
sign, the
planet, the needs, and deficiencies of the customers. It was when a
talisman
ran out of power that it had to be renewed. And at what cost? We shall
see
later on about the prayer of the old deacon. ... During the seven years
I
worked as a graduate, I ate only cemetery foods. Besides, that's where
I liked
best. I had girlfriends. These were my occupations in the field of
Indian magic
until the day it pleased the Most High to save me from the ties of the
devil.
It
is following the events that I will
relate in this chapter that doubt took hold of me. There was indeed a
contradiction between the teacher's statements and everyday reality.
For
example, he often told me that our power was the pinnacle of all
powers,
because it was divine. To better understand his thinking, I’ll give you
in
chronological order the ranks that exist within the sect of which I was
a
member. In the ascending order, we have: student, graduate, teacher,
doctor and
finally god or goddess. From the rank of doctor to god or goddess,
physical
death does not exist. If the subject wants to leave this world to go
into other
dimensions, he is put to sleep using some 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 in order to "rescue" the followers who
call on him, that is to say those who invoke him throughout the world.
To move
from one rank to another, there are norms to be respected, tests,
trials and
sometimes much time. Since our house was dealing with a goddess, our
power was
far superior to that of other houses. Following the failures I will
describe, I
began to think seriously about my life and my future. I experienced
many
failures in my magic practices, caused by the power that resides in the
name of
Jesus, and by the protection enjoyed by all those who believe in His
Name,
Jesus, the King of kings and the Lord of Lords, my personal Saviour.
I'm only
going to relate about five of these failures.
Sometimes
I went to prayer meetings
not to pray, but to entertain myself or to have fun. I often went there
to
admire the beautiful girls. I believed that God did not exist, it was a
sure
fact. According to the teacher, everyone who prays will die poor! Based
on my
own experience, I agreed with him. I thought to myself that I was
getting
everything I needed, without resorting to God or exerting any effort.
Now the
Bible says, "By
the sweat of your brow you
will eat your food …"
(Genesis 3:19). Let him who does not work not eat either
(1Thessalonians 3:10).
But at that time I did not know the word of God, the Holy Bible. One
Sunday, I
went to attend a Protestant service, there were many faithful and the
offerings
had paid a lot. I came up with the idea of stealing the offerings. Even
before
the offerings were counted, "the magic tube" had revealed to me the
total sum of 100,000 zaïres.
I
figured it was worth it, and I had
to get that money. I put the money in the "magic tube" so I don't
lose sight of it. An object placed under the control of the magic tube
can
never be lost sight of, regardless of the routes taken by the person
who owns
it. I was going to take that money at the end of the service. I went
out of the
church to focus better, to trigger the process of getting the money.
After
having drawn the magic circle, according to my teacher's instructions,
I made
the 50 regulatory steps, and started reciting some appropriate magic
incantations. After doing all this with the precision and finesse
required, I
ordered the money to come in my bag. That is one way of speaking,
because, in
reality, it was rather to the servant spirits that I gave the order to
bring me
the money. After a brief look in the bag, I noticed that it did not
contain the
money. I said to myself, "to err is human!" Maybe I was wrong, or I
forgot to say some important sentences. I had to start over. I repeated
the
same operation 21 times, but without success.
How
astonished I was to see such a
thing, for the first time in my life! A mad anguish took hold of me.
Deep down
inside, I thought that perhaps 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
as our house dealt with a goddess. To get to the bottom of it, I
thought it was
a good idea to inform the teacher. I phoned him in haste, and informed
him of
the whole situation. While I was expecting a reprimand from the
teacher, the
latter, as if he did not want to express his idea fully, advised me not
to continue
the operation, and insisted. In fact, I liked the ban, but it didn't
calm my
curiosity. I wanted to know why he forbade me to continue the
operation, when I
had tried it 21 times without success. And he answered me, "this money
cannot come, and will never come, for it is blessed. Blessed money
can't
come." He continued: "However, if you need money, you can try this
method in banks and shops, but not in churches..." His answer aroused
in
me a fear and a great doubt. I wanted to ask him several questions,
among
others: why couldn't the blessed money answer our call? Why did he
forbid me to
continue the operation? Was he also afraid of someone or something? So
that he
would not see my fear, I did not ask him any of these questions.
However, this
incident made my heart ache. I felt frustrated that there was a power
above
ours. It's the one who stopped the money from obeying my call. I
wondered what
that power was, since ours was divine.
2.2- Secret of the
name of Jesus
After
my second visit to the land of
the goddess – may I remind you that my function was to "bind" the
talismans – orders reached us from everywhere. There was plenty of
work. I
couldn't treat all those talismans at night, given the short time I
had. I bound
part of it during the day in the cemetery near the city. I used to go
there
sometimes during the day, but after I had made myself invisible, and
wore
slippers so as not to make any noise in my path. I was accompanied by
two
friends. In order not to attract the attention of the curious, we
worked in
silence. Usually, when we did this kind of activity, we were
illuminated by a
light that did not come from any visible light source. But not far away
was a
group of young men who had gathered for prayer. I had not suspected
their
presence, because they were a little away, in a house. At one point in their prayer, a
young man raised his voice and said, "I take authority over all the
power
of satan in these places. I break all the chains of the devil, and
proclaim
deliverance in this place in the name of Jesus!"
Just
after these words, the light that
shone on us disappeared. I made no connection between the loss of our
light and
the young boy's statement. About
five minutes later, the light
reappeared. I forgot this incident, and I returned
to my task.
Nevertheless, as a precaution, with the help of the magic tube, I
explored the
surroundings in order to discover a possible impostor, but in vain,
because,
apart from the group of children who were praying, the magic tube did
not
detect anything else. A few moments later, impelled by what power I did
not
know, the same young boy raised his voice for the second time and said:
You
satanic works, you spirits of darkness, I command you to leave this
place and
go into the abyss reserved for you since ages, in the Name of Jesus
Christ!
Just like for the first time, our light went out, this time for good. After
waiting a long time, I thought to myself that it was better to
neutralise this
group of young people in prayer, and that it was perhaps from them that
these
disappearances of our light came, for a second examination by the magic
tube
had revealed only this group in the vicinity.
Before
I decided to take control of
these young boys in prayer, I searched in vain, with the help of the
magic tube
each of the participants, in order to detect any force or power. It was
just as
a precautionary measure that I wanted to control these young people. I
just
wanted to put them to sleep, and not to hurt them. After all, they were
just
children. With my magic tube, I approached them. There was a bench
hanging
around. I sat there to concentrate and begin the prayer of magic
hypnosis. The
friends I worked with noticed my extended 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 slept
deeply
while snoring. My friends woke me up and explained to me the state in
which
they had found me. Their account incited me to serious reflection. The
question
that tormented me the most was the power with which these little
children had
put me to sleep.
I
didn't want to hurt them, except to
put them to sleep, while I finished my work quietly. How did they
detect my
intentions and act so quickly, without my being able to defend myself?
They
therefore had to possess a greater and more effective power than ours.
If
someone had stabbed me, while I was lying unconscious, I would have
died like
anyone else in the world. I, Lisungi Mbula, servant of the goddess
Maharashathie, graduate of the Indian high magic, custodian of the
divine power
of the great Ashanti, laid on a bench unconscious...! The words of the
teacher
came to my mind: "you will be protected from every enemy, both visible
and
invisible …"
The
group of young people had finished
their prayers and had long left the place where they were. There was no
way to
reach them and ask them a few questions. It was only then that I
realised that
it was as a result of the young boy's prayer that our lights were gone.
The
doubt that had arisen in my mind gradually materialised. Despite the
teacher's
claims, our power was not the greatest. Above it, there was another
greater
power. It was the one owned by the group of young people, one of whom
had
ridiculed me.
2.3- The flight of
the
Felbuss
Another
day, three students from the
University of Kisangani (Unikis), had the idea to use some elementary
notions
of magic to participate in an examination session. They bought "Zaïre
Légère" cigarettes, dipped them in "Sudan" perfume, and dried
them in the sun so as to smoke them at midnight. At the appointed time,
they
went naked at the crossroads to meet spirits. It was after midnight. I
went to
the cemetery as usual to eat and entertain myself. Usually, those who
practice
these things make themselves invisible. I did it when I went there
often during
the day, but at night I really didn't see the need to do it. Only, if
there
were people at the entrance, I would either "disappear," or wait until
they left and then I’d enter. That day, I met the three students at the
junction. The sight of these young men at this time and in such a place
made me
smile. I approached them and asked them, as a joke, if they were not
afraid to
walk at this late hour of the night.
The
young people, uncooperative,
answered me this: "Old man, if it is really a question of being afraid,
it
is you who should in principle be more afraid than us, because you are
alone.
There's three of us!" I could not tell them that I was not alone, and
that
there was with me a whole legion of spirit servants to protect me. So I
continued my journey to the cemetery wishing them good luck in their
business.
A little further down the road, still on my way, I ran into three
filthy
beings, three monsters of perfect ugliness. I lack the words to
describe to you
the form or appearance that these spirits had. 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 held the protection of the divine
Ashanti, I
changed dimensions: I used an ability acquired through my practices of
spiritualism, that of becoming a superior spirit.
Beloved,
may I remind you that I had
passed the stage of ordinary magic. My initiator considered me as his
son, and
had thus passed onto me much of the knowledge he possessed. This
knowledge
requires human sacrifices. But, for my case, I received them for free
from my
teacher. So 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 my dimension, I became
able to
impose my will on inferior spirits such as those in my presence. I
approached
them and blocked their way. I wanted to know who they were and where
they were
going, because I had not been told they were there. 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 jurisdiction.
The
foul spirits answered me: "We
are Felbuss, of the family of prince Beelzebub. We have lived in this
area for
a long time, in the Rwapo district here in Kisangani. We are on our way
to
answer the invitation of some friends." They could not lie to me
because I
dominated their will. But the neighbourhood in which they claimed to
live did
not exist in Kisangani. In front of my perplexity, they grew impatient
and
wanted to know who I was. I in turn gave them my identity: my name is
Lisungi
Mbula. I’m a graduate, serving the goddess of India. At the
announcement of the
name of the goddess, the climate of mistrust that already reigned in
our midst
was dissipated and they confided to me: we are in a hurry. They are
waiting for
us. We are also serving 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
established a relationship between these three students and the filthy
spirits.
I decided to check if my intuition was right. 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 arrived in their visual fields, they
did not
have the courage to face the Felbuss and fled. I do not condemn them to
have
fled, in any case, because the Felbuss are ignoble and ugly to see. No
one can
bear to look at them or approach them, without feeling great terror.
Besides,
it's as if they spread terror on their way. The proof was that without
my
supernatural abilities, I would have done like them. One of the three fugitive
students stumbled and fell. Knowing that he was lost, he made this
prayer: Lord
Jesus, I acknowledge that I have sinned against You. Forgive my sin,
You the
Merciful! Save me, be my light and my strength!
After
this short prayer, something
extraordinary happened. The Felbuss, coming from one direction, fled in
three
different directions. I did not understand why these filthy beings fled
like
this. I challenged them to tell them not to be afraid of these
children. I
shouted at them, "They are only children!" But none of them heard me
or would listen to me. Then I continued shouting, 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
neutralise one of the three fugitives. I forced him to explain to me
the reason
for their conduct. He tried unsuccessfully to flee several times, then
explained this to me, reluctantly:
We
came to answer the invocation of
these three students that you saw waiting for us. When they saw us,
they fled.
So we got angry because they bothered us for nothing. We were preparing
to
punish them, when one of them, the one who fell, called someone to help
him.
This one does not like anyone to touch his protégés. Since the other
had
appealed to him, he had to come. And, by coming, he would have caught
us and
put us in a bottomless pit ... How would we have lived? This is the
reason for
our hasty escape. On the one hand, it's our fault. We should have known
if these
people were to collaborate with that one. But we still came, and now
here is
the consequence. In any case, if we had known that they were
collaborating, we
would not have come!
I
must say that when the young student
had made his prayer, I had not heard it, because I was a little away. I
questioned the third Felbuss to find out who was the one whose name,
pronounced
that night by a student, had caused these Felbuss to flee, which I
myself had
been afraid of. -
What is the name of
this "someone?" - His name is ... is ... "The King of all
spirit." - His name? - ... Jesus ... The Felbuss seemed very
uncomfortable
and very tired when pronouncing the name of Jesus. He wanted to escape
as
quickly as possible from where we were. I released him and he went away
all
unhappy. I had no more doubt; the power of Jesus surpassed any other
power. If
not, how can one explain that a name pronounced late at night by a
layman could
put to flight monsters whose mere sight encourages reflection? Two of
the three
students became crazy, they did not even show up for the exams. The
Word of God
says clearly, "Then whoever will
call on the name of the Lord will be saved."
Acts 2:21.
If
magicians read my testimony, most
will discover facts beyond their comprehension. God has allowed these
things to
be known so that some may not say that God will never forgive. No! God
is
merciful, and He waits for you to follow my example, to repent, you
sinner, to
be converted, and to accept the Lord Jesus as your only Saviour, that
you may
be saved. As part of our research in the occult world, the teacher had
asked us
to buy spotless white or black cats. We immolated them and removed some
of
their members, to be used for the composition of certain substances
necessary
to strengthen our magical powers. We used the liquid in their eyes to
compose
an ingredient that, when consumed, allowed us to understand the
language of
animals. We were able to understand how chickens could insult the women
who
hunted them when they wanted to sweep the yard, or when they pecked at
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 comical scene. However, we were forbidden to reveal
to the
laymen the secret of our laughter, lest we go mad; not only the secret
of our
laughter, but also nothing that happened was to be revealed. It is said
in the
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, in
order to predict the present events. We used past facts to probe the
future,
comparing them to certain events. We sent the results of our work to
various
European houses, which used them in their "Horoscope" sections. In
the same vein and driven by curiosity, I had calculated my own
astrological
sign, commonly called horoscope. Helped by the teacher, my calculations
had
given me that I would die at the age of 97.
We
had gone to great lengths 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
it will work at 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 came. After
the
preparations were completed, the teacher, two of my friends and I left
to find
a quiet place for our research. We came to the bottom of a large tree
called in
Swahili language "Itume". It was very hot that day, and we were tired
of walking. We stopped under the shade of this tree to rest. Sleep took
hold of
us, because we had decided to rest before starting work. As we were
about to
begin our work, we heard above our heads a choir singing a beautiful
melody. Everyone
remained calm to admire the beauty of the song.
Its
content was as follows: We,
we are fine. We feed ourselves easily. We move with ease. We live in
peace and
quiet, in the shade of tall trees. Who gets the credit? May all the
merits go
to God, our Creator! To whom? To God, the only Creator of Heaven and
Earth. To
Him praise, honour and glory forever! Compare this
song to the song of
Moses (Revelation 15:3-4). Our eyes all converged on the place where
the melody
that charmed us came from. A sigh of wonder escaped from our four
chests when
we discovered the provenance of these voices. Perched 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. 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 that must be honoured, while
I, as a
man, do not know how to do it?" I had no more courage to continue my
research. I went home and the others followed me.
On
the way back, I decided to give up
magic. But I was afraid of dying young. I was only in my twenties. So I
decided
to serve them again until I was 70 years old, since the whole of my
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 regret, because I would have lived a
long
time. Immersed in these thoughts, I came home broken down. I went
straight to
bed, but it wasn't night yet. At midnight, I didn't go to the cemetery
to eat
as usual. After midnight, telephone calls came from everywhere: the
owner of
the restaurant was getting restless because of the food getting cold,
and he
wanted to know if I wasn't coming to eat. My girlfriends asked me if
they had
to come to my house, in case I was late to meet them at the cemetery.
Communications from Europe demanded the results of our research for the
day,
which had to be sent... To put an end to all these questions, I turned
off my
phone. I did not ask the teacher the exact explanation of the words
contained
in the song of the pigeons. First of all, these words were not
addressed to us.
Even if this had been the case, the birds could not know whether their
message
would reach its goal, because they did not know that humans understood
their
language.
2.5- The prayer of
the old deacon
As
I said in the previous chapter, the
result of my initiation into my new duties was conclusive. Following
this
result, the teacher let me lead some delicate operations, like the one
I will
describe to you. It 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 in his wallet every morning
the sum of
5000 zaïres. He spent the money as he saw fit, that is,
unconditionally. He was
rich. When the six months had passed, one morning, he found in his
wallet, in
the place where he usually found the money, a note written thus: "the
person who was working for the money for you is tired after having
served you
for six months. We would like you send us his replacement in a short
time." This note did not impress him.
He
expected this situation and had
prepared himself accordingly, for when he had signed the contract,
everything
had been described to him in detail. After reading the note, he went to
see the
teacher who put him in touch with me, a new graduate of the region and
servant
of the goddess. I summoned the young man to meet him. When the young
man came,
I took out the documents he had given at the time of his adhesion....
They
included the names of the various members of his family, from his
father to the
youngest. The first convocation 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, from among all possible causes. Here is the dialogue that
ensued: - on
what name did your choice fall? - On my father. - Why your father?
-
Who else do you want me to
sacrifice? My father is the oldest in the family. Rather than sacrifice
someone
who has not yet experienced life, I would prefer that my father dies.
It is my
principle that older people give way to younger people. - Well, you're
defending yourself. All right! Now, pick one of these causes of death
that
suits your father best. Here is the list: death by burning, by accident, by drowning,
by weakening of an illness, death following a fight, death during
sleep...
Before answering, the young man thought: "if I opt for death as a result of an illness, perhaps, during his illness, some sorcerers in the family will be able to see that I am the cause of his death. No! It's not right. If I opt for death by accident, his body may not be exposed during the mourning period. It could be damaged or crushed in such a way that its exposure is no longer possible. No! No death by accident. If he were to die in a fight, it would involve eternal conflict between my family and the family of the person who would fight with him. No! In any case, not this death. Then... "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
him to be found in his bed one day dead. 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 o'clock, for the great
capture
operation in question. The operation was to send serving spirits, and
other
determined spirits to seek and bring back the spirit of the victim, so
that the
latter would see the one who had him summoned, and agree before the
witnesses
to sign a contract to serve the person who had him summoned. 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 which I placed a
magic
mirror. All around the basin, I placed the magic prayer books. The hall
was
full of wandering spirits and servants, 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 to, because I was in command of the
operations.
After a few minutes of concentration, I invoked the spirits aloud. I
said,
"I summon the eight spirits under the eight sub-princes. I want you to
bring back to me the spirit of this person (name of person), so that he
will
accept before you to work for the one who appointed him." Then I gave
the
names of the eight sub-princes in question. Then I looked in the mirror
to see
the spirit of the person coming to answer my call. Then an event
occurred
before our very eyes, which exceeded our understanding. As I gazed into
the
mirror placed in the water, I saw a piece of wood of the size of a
little
finger. Then 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 red as blood. This substance, by diluting in water,
made it
impossible to explore the mirror.
All the wandering spirits fled at the sight of this phenomenon. I threw away the red liquid that was in the basin. I replaced the red liquid with clean water, and put the mirror back into the basin. It was therefore necessary to repeat the operation with other data. I doubled the power of the magic prayer and pronounced these words: I invoke you the eight sub-prince spirits, for the eight spirits subject to you are not effective. I summon you, by the ineffable name ... to bring this man's spirit back to me, so that he can come and sign the contract in your presence. I listed the names of these eight sub-prince spirits, as well as the name of the victim. After that, I looked intensely into the mirror through the water of the basin. This time, I was sure to see the spirit of the young man's father appearing next to me. Instead, I saw in the mirror, a great expanse of water. I looked in vain at the mirror to try to distinguish the bottom of this body of water. It was bottomless. This depth made it impossible to explore. It was like a sea or an ocean.
I
lost my temper. I was bothered with
the idea of failing in my first operation to capture a condemned
spirit. This
feeling stimulated in me a certain stubbornness. I didn't get
discouraged. For
the second time, I threw away the contents of the basin, except the
mirror, of
course, and I put back another, cleaner water. I tripled the power of
magic
prayer. And I was going to go to the invocation of the four higher
spirits, or
evil spirits, when the idea came to me of examining first the spirit in
question. Indeed, according to my teacher, some subjects are under the
protection of some "houses." To catch such people, they had to be
examined by the magic tube. The purpose of the latter was also to
detect the
protection enjoyed by the subject, as well as the degree of this
protective
power, in order to evaluate it by quantifying it.
It
is thus, for example, that if the
degree of protection of the subject were four, we would send him the
same
power, but of opposite value, minus four. Four minus four equals zero.
The
individual was then without protection, and therefore at our mercy. We
could
make him anything we wanted. Satan is like that! With him, it's the law
of the
strongest! According to the teacher's teachings about the people who
are the
subject of the capture operation, they often seem to dream or feel
uncomfortable. But the case of our young man's father left me
perplexed. The
examination of the magic tube gave me the image of an old dad dancing
in the
middle of a group of people. The magic tube didn't reveal any
protection on
him. You will understand that there was no way to neutralise him, since
he had
nothing on him. But what prevented him from coming to our call?
A
second examination gave me the image
of the old man collecting money in the midst of a group of people. I
asked the
young man next to me, "What does your father do for a living?" He
answered: "My father is a deacon in a Protestant church." A simple
deacon could not resist a god! Where did this failure come from? I
wanted to
phone the teacher to keep him informed of the turn of events, but I
abstained,
telling myself that if I failed on my third attempt, then I would do
it. So I
called upon the four wicked princes: I called upon you the four wicked
princes,
bring here to me the spirit of this mortal. To me… to me… to me… to me!
I
summon you to bring here to me the spirit of this mortal, dead or
alive! Except
in a case like this, where the victim had to die on the same day, we
often gave
a deadline of two days to three months before the victim died, even
though he
had already signed the contract.
After
invoking these four evil spirits
by name, I saw a hand in the mirror holding by three fingers a tiny
book. The
serving spirits who were helping me in this operation asked each other:
"Is this hand the hand of the person we are waiting for, or that of the
owner of the book?" The little book in question was a New Testament.
When the
serving spirits noticed that the little book was a New Testament, they
all fled
and told 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.
Because no
spirit had remained with me, it was impossible to continue the
operation. It
was a huge failure, and I had to inform the teacher.
The
young man was still present and
had followed the whole scene. His father's capture operation was a huge
failure. The only remaining option in such a case is to choose another
person
from the list, but divide into two parts the remaining years of the
client's
life. The first part was to belong to the client, and the second to the
"house". This is what I explained to the young man: you know you'll
have to live 94 years. We will subtract your present age from the
number of
your years, and we will divide the difference by two. So you have to
live for
another 36 years and 6 months, since you're 21. The first half will be
for you,
and the second for us, after which you can go and rest for good.
However,
before I do that, I still set a time limit of three days to try to
capture your
father's spirit. If I succeed, you will live, or we will carry out the
plan I
have just described to you. Since you're still here, you can sign the
contract
in advance as proof that you're okay with sharing the years.
The
young man signed to approve his
own death in 36 years and 6 months, in case I failed. I was very upset
about
his situation. 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
went
invisible, and I passed by the old Deacon's house to spy on him. With
the help
of wandering spirits, I searched the old Deacon's house in vain, hoping
to find
some protection, a fetish or a talisman... So, lurking in a corner of
the old
Deacon's bedroom, I waited for him to come back and watch him before he
fell
asleep. I persisted in believing that the old man was hiding an occult
protection that was not detectable by the magic tube, and that he kept
it
carefully. For in his capacity as a deacon, he could not be protected
from the
invasion of evil spirits, or even of superior evil spirits. My
reasoning was
sound, since I knew pastors, priests, vicars, and so on, who commanded
talismans from us, either for their advancement or for their protection
against
invisible enemies.
But
this simple deacon...! Hidden in
the room, I waited impatiently for his arrival. My wait was not long.
Moments
later, the deacon arrived. After he got undressed, he put on his
pyjamas.
Before going to bed, he knelt down and prayed, "Lord Jesus, I will soon
sleep. I don't know what can happen to me in my sleep. I ask you one
thing:
keep my spirit in Your Heaven, close to You. Who can go up there and
take my
spirit away from You? Nobody! I pray to You in your name, Jesus Christ.
Amen!
Amen!" And he fell asleep (Colossians 3:3). From
where I was, 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 be: in
the hands of Jesus. It had to be so, since even the four princes, the
four
superior wicked spirits, could not bring back his spirit (John 10:29).
I
wanted to give up the struggle, but
the young man's death grieved me greatly. I left the old deacon's
house, and
went thoughtful to the cemetery, stubborn. In reality, dear brothers
and
sisters in Christ, I was in darkness, in the deepest ignorance. When I
thought
about it, I had in mind to go spy on the old deacon again when he woke
up. He
may have had some kind of protection that he only honoured in the
morning, not
in the evening! To conceal it well, he pretended to pray in the
evening, and in
the morning he worshipped his power... At dawn, as I was leaving the
cemetery,
I rushed to his home. The old man awoke to start a new day. Strange
thing, 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 bed, knelt down and recited this prayer:
Lord Jesus, the sun rises and all nature awakens. There are people in
this
world who seek to destroy other people's lives. Lord, protect my spirit
from
the attacks of such people. Always keep my spirit up there, so that if
they
come to me, they find me "empty." By Your Name I prayed, amen!
As
banal as these words may seem, dear
children of God, I have experienced their accuracy. 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 told myself that after all, it was
his
fault. All he had to do was choose a person who didn't trust his spirit
to the
King of every spirit! Three days after the last attempt, I sent the
results of
the operation to whoever had the right. My dear brothers and sisters, satan
is a deadbeat. He does not keep his promises. Here is his method: after
having
misled you, he no longer cares about you. On the contrary, he takes off
your
life, lest, by remaining alive, you repent and one day convert.
For he
knows well that it is on this earth that man has every chance to be
saved and
to have eternal life. It is not after death that one becomes holy, but
it is on
this earth that 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
chose for
his father. The old deacon, his father, is still alive.
Like
everyone else, I first believed
in the existence of God. Because of the reasons you know, my vision of
the
existence of God had completely deviated. The teachings of the teacher,
and the
events that followed, had convinced me completely of His non-existence.
But at
one point I began to notice contradictions between what he was telling
me and
everyday reality, which was just an illusion. From the moment I came to
understand the existence of a supernatural reality, it was impossible
for me to
distinguish right from wrong, true from false. I took life easily while
waiting
for the truth to manifest in me. God is Love, my brothers and sisters.
He made
me see clearly.
3.1- The world of
the
cemetery
The
first time I knew the world of the
cemetery was the day I signed the contract by which I was to work for
the
goddess Maharashathie. That same night, when we returned to our world,
after
midnight, the teacher took me to the cemetery. I was not afraid of the
night,
because my body had been conditioned for this kind of circumstance.
When we
arrived at the cemetery, after having made ourselves invisible, the
teacher
pronounced an appropriate incantatory formula, and all the crosses of
the
cemetery disappeared. This was similar to what happens when a videotape
is put
into a VCR before the images appear on the screen. This same phenomenon
occurred before our very eyes. A mysterious universe replaced the
crosses of
the cemetery, a world made up of skyscrapers and large buildings well
lit and
animated... There were alleys and avenues, and everything that makes up
a
modern contemporary city. The population consisted of young people. No
old man,
no children, everyone was young. The Bible always tells us of the
existence of
Heaven (where God dwells), of paradise (where those who deserve Heaven
rest -
Luke 23:43), of Hell, and of the abyss.
When
someone dies, if he must go to
Heaven, his spirit goes directly to paradise, in a very determined
place,
different from Heaven where God is. But if the deceased is a candidate
for Hell,
his spirit hovers over his coffin until he's buried. Before he is
buried, some
magicians can speak with this spirit hovering over the coffin using a
mirror,
or water caught in the whirlpool of a river, or a certain perfume. When
the
funeral procession reaches the cemetery, the spirits in charge of the
reception
service take charge of the newcomer, and give him a tour of his new
homes.
Apart from my occupations, which were to "bind" talismans, I also
worked in the special reception service, as well as in the calculation
of the
horoscope of the "latecomer spirits," and in the control service: I
hunted the spirits, especially those of women, so that they did not
leave the
cemetery to disturb the living, at night in the bars. As for the
"latecomers,"
I'll give you some explanations. Each coffin was not necessarily
accompanied by
the spirit of its occupant. Some spirits did not accompany their bodies
to the
cemetery. They were still wandering in the void, because the silver
cord that
connects the body to the soul had been broken before time. To bring
them back
to the cemetery, I used the inscriptions on the grave crosses: 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 about where the deceased was wandering. This
allowed us to
send a team to retrieve it. All spirits were not late. Some criteria
helped us
to categorise them. They are so named because of their delay. They join
their
bodies with a delay of a few days. Apart from the latecomers, there
were other
spirits who did not accompany their bodies, and for whom no criterion
or sign
of delay could be detected. According to the size of their coffin, I
understood
that they were children. I concluded first that babies did not have a
spirit.
But, as the days went by, I noticed that some baby coffins were
accompanied by
their spirits. I repeat that in the other world, everyone was the same
height
and age. It was at the size of the coffin that I determined the age of
the
newcomers at the time of their death. I did not understand how some
child
coffins had spirits, while others did not. It was only later that I had
the
explanation, which is:
Normally,
the spirits of babies do not
come to the graveyard for the simple reason that they are pure before
God. They
have no sins. The spirits of the babies who came to the cemetery were
not of
God. May this statement not disturb your understanding. Not everyone is from God.
Remember that in Chapter 1, the teacher had given me two seals. One of
them was
to have every woman with whom I slept conceive. It is these babies,
born of
such a conception, whose spirits come to the cemetery, once their names
are
removed from the list of the living. If they manage to grow on the
earth, these
children become handsome guys, giants, who often occupy important
positions in
the human hierarchy. For the most part, they are single but rich. There
were
some people among the dead who 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 of the dead, so that the souls
of the dead
rest in peace.
Ironically,
it was sometimes the
friends of my teacher who celebrated mass during the day, and then
joined us at
night in the cemetery! The parents of these deceased expected that from
their
prayers The "Good Lord" would forgive the sins of the dead and
receive them into his Heaven. Whereas as part of my duties, I was in
charge of
installing the newcomers! These were my occupations for more than seven
years
in the world of the cemetery. Ever since I heard the wild pigeon song,
my mind was
made up. It was at this time that I came up with the idea of abandoning
magic
practices, but only from the age of 70. Actually, I was afraid of dying
young
and poor. In my heart, however, I was not sure that I could give up
magic,
because I knew what would happen to my soul after my death, at least
from what
I was led to believe. But when it was given to me to discover the
truth, my
decision was irrevocable.
Usually,
when a new coffin was brought
to the cemetery, the spirit of the newcomer waited next to the coffin,
until he
was given everything he needed to install itself. That day, there were
three
entrances, so three deaths. Next to these three coffins were two
spirits
waiting for their installation. There was no spirit next to the third
coffin.
At night, when I arrived, I found two spirits instead of three. This
exceeded
my understanding, especially since none of the three coffins was that
of a
child and none showed signs that it was a "latecomer". I took
advantage of the teacher's presence to enlighten me on the two specific
cases.
I asked him: "Why do the spirits of some babies not come to the
cemetery,
and where is the spirit of this third?" Indeed, I knew nothing of it.
He
gave me this philosophical answer: "These kinds of spirits do not come
here. In principle, on this earth, each man's life consists of five
components:
food, clothing, wealth, honour and glory. The souls of the people who
come here
are those of the people who have lived all five components on Earth.
While the souls
of those who have lived only two or three components of their lives,
during
their sojourn on earth, do not come here. They lived in simplicity and
austerity, in the hope of living the other components of their lives
with their
Master."
This
answer of the teacher, instead of
satisfying my curiosity, only excited me the more. I wanted to know who
their
"Master" was and what place was reserved for them after their death.
To this last question, the teacher gave no answer. During my
conversation with
him, there stood beside me one of my girlfriends from the cemetery, a
spirit
servant. She had followed everything from our dialogue. She took me
aside and
said, "Darling, I am astonished at the questions you ask the teacher,
after all the time you have spent with us! Is it true that you don't
know where
the spirit of the third corpse went? It's strange that a question like
that
should come from you! The spirit of the third body cannot come here for
the
simple reason that he is a Christian. You can't say it's full of
Christians
here! Yes, there are Christians coming, but they are Christians in name
only.
True Christians don't come here! Their Master doesn't want them to come
here.
He doesn't even want them to see the existence of our world. That is
why, when
they die, He sends for them. As for where they're going, none of the
people
here know. No matter how hard we looked for the location, we never
found it, so
we resigned ourselves."
Do
you know why true Christians don't
come here? A true
Christian, if he has clothing and food, that is enough for him.
He will not seek glory, honour, power, or wealth. It is these last
three things
that drive human beings to separate themselves from their Master and to
come
here. When I heard these words, I was terrified.
Afraid to have
deceived myself, or to have 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 smiled a little and said, "Honey,
you're not going to tell me you don't know what awaits all of us here!
Forgive
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 to judge the
living
and the dead, He will condemn us, all of us who are here, and He will
cast us
into a lake of eternal fire. It's common knowledge. That's why you see
us
living in opulence, because we have nothing to lose and nothing to
gain. Our
sentence has already been served, and we are only waiting for it to be
carried
out. In the meantime, we're having fun during this reprieve." With
these
words, I remembered what my teacher often told me about what would
happen to my
spirit after my death. He never told me about a judgment day or a
conviction.
A
cold anger flooded my soul against
my Polish teacher. I felt for him a hatred. I forgot all his benefits.
"The King of all the spirit is Jesus..." These words of the third
Felbuss came back to my mind. I thought that what I had read somewhere
in the
Bible was therefore true. I no longer had any reason to doubt it.
Besides, what
good would it do to doubt or deny the existence of God and Jesus
Christ, since
the source from which these truths came to me had no interest in lying
to me?
My whole body shook from the fear I felt. I was afraid that the others
would
know that I had finally discovered what they had been hiding from me
for a long
time. That night, I made the decision to abandon magic and all its
practices,
regardless of the consequences. I had to get out of the cemetery first.
I
pretended to work as usual, without letting anyone penetrate my
thoughts. In
the morning, at about 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 cemetery crosses planted in the ground. The dew had soaked
the
vegetation, and the shadow of the night was gone, giving way to a new
day.
3.3- I decide to
give up magic
(Read the warning at the end
of the testimony)
I
knew I had to die if I put an end to
the practice of magic. But I wasn't afraid of death. My deepest wish
now was
that after my death my soul would not go to the graveyard to await
eternal
condemnation, but rather that it would go where the spirit of the third
body
had gone. I didn't want my soul after my death to be the laughing stock
of my
former partners, of those for whom I was a traitor. But for my soul to
be with
the King of all spirits, I had to become "a true Christian", so that
Jesus would send for my soul after my death. To become a true
Christian, I was
not supposed to go to my teacher because he had already given me his
opinion on
God. On my return from the cemetery, I went to see a pastor. I told him
everything I had done in the field of magic, and everything that
awaited me
after I had exposed all to a non-practitioner. I did not hide from him
what
drove me to abandon magic, because I wanted to become a true Christian.
He had
to tell me what to do, since my teacher didn't know. The pastor, though
astonished and surprised at everything he heard from my mouth, did not
interrupt me. It was only at the end of my story that he advised me to
accept
the Lord Jesus in my heart as my personal Saviour, and to go and
deliver to the
teacher all the so-called powers and protections in my possession. He
ended by
saying, "You will only die if Jesus Christ wishes."
My
confession at the pastor had taken
long enough. I returned a little late to the teacher's house, compared
to other
days. At home, I found him sitting in the living room, looking worried.
He was
obviously waiting for me, for when I came in, he immediately asked me,
"Where have you been?" I looked all over for you after our
conversation, to tell you about some of the things you asked me, but I
never
saw you again, to my amazement. A friend of yours told me you were
already
gone. I arrived and I could not find you. Where have you been? Speak,
I’m
listening, my son.
Father,
for more than ten years I have
been at your side. I believed everything you said to me, without any
ulterior
motives, because I always considered you my father. But for some time,
I have
noticed some contradictions between what you had confirmed to me as
true, and
the reality that I was living. Father, you gave me protection, saying
it would
protect me from any visible or invisible enemy, and yet, I was
paralyzed by the
shouts of a young man, who had only spoken a simple Name; that Name you
deny
exists, wanting me to do the same. I have long believed and respected
you,
father, despite my own experiences that contradicted your claims. Only
yesterday, I wanted to clarify two points on which my reasoning could
not find
an adequate solution. Your silence only confirmed my doubts.
Following
your silence, and thanks to
the answers given by the servant spirit who stood by my side, I decided
to
abandon magic and follow Jesus regardless of the consequences. It's so
that I
won't abandon you that you have long hidden the truth from me. You were
hiding
it from me for fear that I would abandon you the day I found out. Now
that I
know the truth, I do not see what is keeping me here, nor what prevents
me from
leaving you, dear professor... so I come to give you all my protection
and all
my powers, to follow only Jesus Christ. I desire that when I die my
soul will
not return to the cemetery, but to the place where yesterday the soul
of the
body that had no spirit went. I now want to follow Jesus, so that when
I die He
will come and take me to the place that none of you knows. Excuse me,
father, I
must leave you, and I must leave magic. I went to see a pastor this morning and he
advised me to hand everything over to you, protection and power, in
order to
become a Christian. That's why I'm giving you this
object. The object
in question was a small bottle containing a viscous liquid inside of
which was
a live mermaid.
The
teacher followed me very well. He
had sometimes nodded when I said certain things to him. As answer, he
said only
this: it is no longer to me that you must give your powers and
protections, but
rather to the goddess Maharashathie. She's the one you signed the
contract to
work with for the rest of your life. So, if you really want to give up
magic,
go meet her. You know the way, and the means to get there. If there's
anything
I can advise you on, before you go to the goddess, give yourself time
to think.
If you change your mind, come to 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 of abandoning magic,
I had not realised all the serious consequences of his answer. In other
words,
I did not realise the risk I was taking by venturing to go to the land
of the
goddess to give her my powers. On second thought, I figured it would be
suicidal for me. I could hardly see the goddess, after I had broken the
contract that bound me to her, bringing me back to the place where I
had
entered, so that I could return safely to our world. As I was packing
to move
out of the teacher's house, it occurred to me not to go to the land of
the
goddess, but rather to go to invoke Dr. Kaylash Payba, god of India, in
a
cemetery near the city.
This
choice of a cemetery not far from
the houses was conditioned by fear. I was afraid that after handing
over all my
powers and protections, I would be banned from leaving, so that my body
would
be found in the morning by passers-by, in case they killed me. I was
still
thinking that in case they wanted to hurt me, I could cry for help and
be
rescued by the passers-by. I was scared! I moved from the teacher's
house to
the pastor's house, waiting for my life to normalise. I had now
completed my
studies, I had become engineer in Agronomy. I hadn't thought about
working or
looking for a job. So it's about time I did. Since I had to go to the
cemetery
in the evening to restore my powers, I had to spend the whole afternoon
listening to the Wonderful Words of Jesus, which the pastor gave me. He
strongly insisted that I give to whom by right all that still connected
me to
the world of darkness from which I came. On the
evening of the same
day, I went to a cemetery not far from the city, in the hope of
realising the
plan that I had carefully conceived during the day. When I got to the
cemetery,
I invoked Dr. Kaylash Payba.
In
the past, when we called upon him,
he manifested himself by the appearance of a distant light that grew as
he
approached. Contrary to his usual way of appearing, he appeared to me
this time
hovering in the air. He stood up and said, "I am Dr. Kaylash Payba, god
of
India. Behold, I walk in the air like God!" And I stood up, and said
unto him, I
am from my teacher. I have given up magic and all its practices. So I’m
here
just to hand over my powers and my protection. I went on to give him
these.
When
he had recovered them, he said,
"Is this the only reason for your visit, or do you have something else
to
say?" "I want my hair and the dust from my right heel," I
replied. - Go to building number two on the second level, look in the
second
bedroom drawer on the left, and you'll find everything you're talking
about. I
left, and I got my things back. I scattered the dust and burned the
hair. Then
I went back to the doctor. - That's it? He asked me. That's all,
doctor, I
said. That's good, that's good... you know what awaits you, you know
the laws:
tomorrow at twelve O'clock, you will die, he told me. Doctor, I'll die
if Jesus
wants me to! I replied.
On
that note, I took leave of him and
left. On the way back, I came across a compact group of serving
spirits. They
wouldn't let me pass, saying the doctor wanted to see me for a final
discussion
session. Without paying attention to what they said, I asked them to
let me
pass, in the name of Jesus. So they all made way and I passed through
them.
When I got to the pastor's house, I told him all about my conversation
with Dr.
Kaylash Payba. He encouraged me and even thanked the Lord for me.
Personally, I
was not convinced of the effectiveness of prayer, as far as the
doctor's
threats were concerned. That is why I asked the pastor to give me a sum
of
money to go to Yangambi, where my parents lived. I told him I didn't
want to
die away from my family. The pastor, having exhorted me to believe only
in the
name of Jesus to be saved, gave me the sum of money necessary for my
transportation to Yangambi. He accompanied me to the place where the
means of
transportation to Yangambi was found. Along the way, he kept repeating
to me:
you will not die, the Lord Jesus loves you!
In
Yangambi, apart from a few students
who had attended the magic demonstrations I was doing outdoors in
Kisangani, no
one could have suspected my mysterious activities. My conscience hadn't
any
guilt in relation to my parents. Indeed, they knew that I was studying
in
Kisangani, and that one of my teachers was housing me. Sometimes, when
I was
still with Helen, I sent them small amounts of money, while making them
understand that I was unemployed. In reality, I could not attract their
attention by giving them large sums of money. So my arrival at Yangambi
was
quite normal for them. I was welcomed, the neighbours came to say
hello. I felt
a bit of sorrow at the thought that I would miss all these loved ones
for good
after twelve O'clock, that is, after my death!
At
five to twelve, I told them that I
was going to retire to my room to rest. Actually, I didn't want to die
in the
presence of my parents. Before I lay down on the bed, I made this
prayer:
"Lord Jesus, it is to meet You that I have left all my glory, all my
wealth and all my happiness. Now, I am going to die... I ask of You one
thing,
Lord Jesus: I wish my soul does not go to the cemetery, where I come
from. Send
Your angels to recover my soul, that I may not be a laughing stock of
those
whom I have forsaken, of those whom I have abandoned to follow You... I
wish my
spirit would go to the place where the spirit of the third corpse of
the
cemetery went. Forgive my sins and take care of my parents. Amen!" At
twelve
O'clock, I felt a weakness invading my body. My whole body, as well as
the room
where I was, was flooded with a strong scent of perfume. I figured the
doctor
kept his word. When I smelled the perfume, I thought they were there.
Then I
lost consciousness...
At
4p.m., I regained consciousness,
and found that I was not dead. A few moments later, the joints of my
body did
not respond properly to my will. I lost my memory. I didn't know how to
calculate one plus one, or what my name was. I didn't know how to
express myself
properly anymore. I couldn't stand on my legs for more than five
minutes
without falling or losing balance... Anyway, I was mentally retarded!
My
parents didn't understand what had happened to me. I, on the other
hand, knew
that, but I was not in a position to tell them. In their haste, they
"took
me to healers, to help me." For two weeks, I was subjected to this
native
treatment without success. He made incisions in the skin of my neck,
waist,
face, belly, and wrists, using razor blades, while rubbing with his
fingers
black powder substances. I went through this treatment without any
improvement
in my health.
I
usually gained memory for a limited
period of time. One day, in a moment of lucidity, I said to my parents:
this
indigenous treatment to which I am subjected is of no use to me.
Spirits are
responsible for my present condition. These fetishists can do nothing
against
spirits. They are all in the service of one and only master. Instead,
take me
to the hospital so I can die there, instead of damaging my body with
these
useless incisions. What's the point of all this spending? The next day,
my
parents took me to Inera hospital in Yangambi. The doctors, after
examining me,
diagnosed heart palpitations. For greater clarity, and for those who
would like
one day to verify the veracity of what follows, I give you the names of
the two
doctors who made the diagnosis: Dr. Likwela and Dr. Kande. They
therefore
concluded that I would recover after two weeks of treatment.
My
dear brothers and sisters, instead
of the two weeks that had been predicted, I stayed in the hospital for
two
years, only to come out dead! Two years of deprivation and excruciating
suffering. Apart from my isolation and suffering, there was also the
problem of
my food. Indeed, seven years spent feeding only on food prepared in the
cemetery had conditioned my stomach. I would vomit any prepared food I
wanted
to eat, or it would cause me diarrhoea... 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 going on such a diet
in a
hospital in Yangambi was a luxury, which my means could not satisfy.
That's how
I could spend three to four days on an empty stomach, without anyone
bringing
me anything to eat. I didn't blame my parents for the lack of food. I
understood them. First of all, they had nothing to do with what
happened to me.
Second, the kind of food they had to bring me was scarce on the market.
Finally, the distance between the hospital and the home was also a
major factor
in this deprivation. So I understood them.
My
younger brothers who had to bring
me food got tired too. As the days went by, my parents lost interest in
me
because of the duration of my illness. A disease that had never been
well
defined. Two years is not nothing in the life of a human being. My
parents
either wanted my recovery or my death. For they were exasperated, yes,
exasperated, to see me suffer, and to see themselves unable to do
anything to
help me. Then they prayed, asking the Most High to heal me or take my
life, for
the fact that I remained in this condition did not satisfy anyone,
except
satan, of course, my former boss. My health was getting worse. It was
getting
worse day after day, in spite of the medication that was being given to
me,
thanks to the relationships that my family had with certain nurses. My
older
brother was a trainee nurse in this hospital. After his internship, he
entrusted me to the care of his friends, so that I would be treated
well.
Despite this care, my illness was still getting worse.
I
wasn't afraid to die. 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 commit suicide. But,
remembering the
condition of the suicides in the cemetery, I refused to carry out this
plan. I
would rather do it through another person. I once asked a nurse to end
my life,
for example, by exceeding the dose of medicine, or simply by poisoning
me. The
nurse didn’t say anything instantly.
Two
days later he came bedsides me and
said, "It is not because you are my friend's brother that you should
think
that everything is permitted, right?" The act you asked me to commit
against you is a disgrace in the field of Medicine. No doctor, no
medic, no
nurse in the world can agree to commit this act without incurring
prosecution
by the Medical Association. Moreover, he would be removed from this
Order, and
would no longer be able to practice his profession. So you see, what
you're
asking me to do is to betray my oath. But since you want to die, wait,
I'll
help you by driving you out of here! That way, you can die wherever you
want,
but not here anyway.
Note
that this nurse was informed of
my past, and 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 was making me suffer that
way, to
prove to me that it was not easy to abandon him. I was transferred to
Essai
hospital because there were few patients there. Several days passed.
One day,
while I was sitting on the veranda with my back against a pillar, I
noticed that
the world where I found myself began to flee from me. In other words,
the
images and sounds would move away from me and then come back again. As
they
moved away, everything became smaller, and the sounds became inaudible.
This
phenomenon lasted at least ten minutes, then everything returned to
normal. I
informed my nurse. He immediately told me that death was coming, and
that if I
were a believer it was high time for me to pray or confess.
I
thought that I was finally 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, He, the King of all spirits, He who was so dreaded,
He, the
apex of all power! After I told the nurse what had happened to me, they
changed
my room. I was then transferred to the room of the dying. There was
already a
man who had preceded me in that room, and who was occupying a bed. He
was
already dying. Five days before my change of room, no one had brought
me food.
In addition to my illness, I was hungry, and despite the blankets, I
felt cold.
I
felt a total weakening invading my
whole being. I was lying on my sick bed. There was a young boy who came
to
visit a sick relative. After he had looked for him all over the
hospital, he
was sent to the room where I was. It was there that he found his
relative in
agony. The young man hastened to tell the family of their relative's
condition.
As he was going out, I waved to him to come closer. When I had called
out to
him, he recognised in me the magician of Kisangani.
He
recognised me despite my weight
loss. Without giving him the time to say a word, I told him to go also
to warn
mine of the gravity of my condition, and I added: "I feel that death is
approaching. I'm going to die. I feel it, and the doctors have told me.
You, on
the other hand, go tell my parents and tell them to hurry up, because
this will
be their last visit. They won't be able to come back here after I'm
dead,
except to carry my body and bury it. When I die, I’ll put an end to
their
torments. Tell them I don't blame them for dying so young. It's not
their
fault. They sent me to study, but me, because I wanted to get rich
quick, I
tried magic. I have only one regret about them:
I
die like a dog, like someone who
doesn't have a family, without anyone next to me to close my eyes after
I die.
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 all my fault... Go and tell them
everything I
told you." Broken by this dismal speech, the young boy began to cry. He
refused to leave, telling me that he preferred to wait until I die, so
that he
would close my eyes, and that afterwards, he would go to deliver the
message.
But I refused his offer. To convince him, I added, "Hurry. Maybe if you
hurry, they can come find me still alive, and then I can tell them what
I
didn't have the courage to tell you. Hurry!" Reassured, the young boy
went
away sad. A few hours after he left, I felt strange feelings in my
body. Lying
on my bed in the hospital room where I was, I saw the sky go down at a
dizzying
speed, and cover my eyes. I turned my eyes from left to right to try to
understand what was happening to me, but everywhere I turned my head, I
saw
only the blue of the sky, not the dark of the night. My view was
gone... A few
moments later, the sounds moved away.
I
felt the noises that were around me
moving away little by little, until they disappeared completely... No
sound or
noise could be heard any more. I concluded that I had become deaf. The
hearing
was gone too.... I wasn't blind, yet all I could see was the colour
blue. I
couldn't see or hear anything that was going on around me, but I could
feel
everything that was going on around me. I was still conscious,
something like
that. A moment later, I noticed that my jaws were very heavy and no
longer
obeyed the force of my will to open or close.
I
could no longer speak or make any
sound. Yet my heart was still beating and I was breathing, albeit with
difficulty, but I was still breathing. My speech was gone... Then I
suddenly
felt a freezing cold, if not deadly, invading me and grasping my toes
and
fingers. From the toes and fingers, this cold gradually spread all over
my
body, and converged on the heart. Every member of my body that the cold
went
through became insensitive, as if it no longer existed. It then became
impossible to move even a little finger. ... Then came the critical
moment, an
atrocious moment that every being born of a woman goes through.
The
beats of my heart resounded in me
with great amplification, like a hammer on a blacksmith's anvil...
Thoum!
Thoum! Thoum!... The pattern of the beats became irregular. The gap
between one
beat and the next was widening. I was afraid and I wanted to cry out
for help,
cry for help! But the voice didn't come out of my throat. I wanted to
call a
preacher of the Good Word, the pastor, to baptize me... I wanted to
make a
short prayer, but I had run short of ideas. It was too late...
Everything was
confused in my head. I was suffering, and my suffering was increasing.
My
dear brothers in Christ, I wept,
regretted my life, especially my youth. I told myself it was my fault
that I
suffer like this. Why did I try to get rich? Why did I seek power and
glory by
dishonest means? Why did I blindly follow the teacher's teachings? Why
did I
practice magic? Now I had to die prematurely, young and poor, while
those of my
age still lived, though poor but still alive.
Now,
I had to pay the price, but what
price? A throbbing pain gripped my heart. It was as if a mysterious
surgeon,
better still, a butcher, cut a region in the centre of the heart with
scissors.
With each stroke of scissors, the pain increased in intensity. At every
stroke
of scissors, I'd inhale a big breath of air. Although I inhaled a lot
of air,
my lungs wouldn’t fill up! It looked like they had holes in them and
let the
air in without holding it. We all know that breathing consists of
breathing in
fresh air and exhaling the air already treated by the lungs. But I was
just
breathing in, and my lungs wouldn't let me breathe out... With each new
stroke,
the pain became more and more acute, and I was now inhaling larger
puffs of air
than the previous times.
Dearly
beloved, it is at this very
moment that every man needs his Creator. Besides, I don't have to
comment on
that, since you're already born. So you will die one day, and you will
go
through this experiment to verify its veracity... I may not be able to
find the
appropriate terms, but that's the way it is. It is at this time that
you will
desire to know your God, you who have not yet known Him, and who
persist in
ignoring Him... Finally, the last scissor stroke cut my last slice! All
the air
in my lungs came out and I exhaled... I was dead!
3.5- On the other
side of
death
A
few seconds after my lungs released
all the air in them, I saw myself get up and sat on my bed, so that my
feet
touched the ground. Next to me, on the other bed, I noticed a person
who was
also getting up from his bed. He wanted to know if I was ready for the
trip.
Indeed, it seemed to me that I had to make a certain trip, but to go
where I
did not know! Then I answered him in the affirmative. My new companion
and I,
descended from our respective beds, and we headed out. As I walked
away, I took
a look at the place I had just left. On the bed, I noticed an elongated
shape
covered with clothes.
I
didn't recognise this form as being
my old body, since I had another one, and I wasn't crazy either. So we
went
down from the beds and went to the exit, in order to find a means of
transport
to take us to the hitherto unknown destination. We left to settle on
the other
side of the road that was passing by.
A
white car stopped a few meters from
where we were. The driver alighted and asked us if we had seen two
people with
packages in their hand, and he added: The King has sent me to look for
two
people who, in principle, should be here. We replied eagerly that it
was us. He
stared at us for a moment without saying anything, got in his car, and
left.
After the car left, our attention was drawn to a group of people who
came
making a lot of noise, holding their chests while lamenting. Without
paying any
attention to our presence, they overtook us and entered the room where
we had
left.
Inside,
they made more noise than
outside. Grouped around the two beds, they were busy moaning more,
looking at
the two elongated shapes on the beds. Since the noise they were making
was
exasperating us, I approached one of them and touched him to explain to
me the
reason for all this uproar. He didn't even look at me. I abandoned him
to find
another member of the same group. His reaction was identical to that of
the
first. I wanted to contact a third person, but my companion intervened
to tell
me to let go.
And
he said, "Do you not see that
they can neither see us nor feel us, nor hear us?" If that's the case,
it
means we're dead... This deduction made him uncomfortable. Vexed, he
said to
me, "We are not dead and we will never die, at least as far as I am
concerned. I'm alive and I won't die!" Seeing the tone of his voice and
the calmness with which he expressed himself, I could no longer doubt.
Convinced, I shut up and joined him by the side of the road. A little
later,
the people in question left the hospital with two packages. A long time
passed
without any incident disturbing our peace. Then came another vehicle,
this time
a bus, which stopped very close to us. The driver, without leaving his
vehicle,
asked us if it was us, and if we were the two passengers he had been
ordered to
bring back into his vehicle.
Our
answer was yes. Surprised at our
answer, he went away disappointed... The silence was broken by a voice
coming
from above us, saying: "Christian women!" "African Christian
women!" Raising our eyes in the direction from which the voices came,
we
saw a great ship, a ship sailing in space! The passengers on the boat
were
black women, all wearing white handkerchiefs. On the boat was the flag
of
Jesus.
When
they saw us, these women waved
their handkerchiefs at us, and sang a melody, the text of which reads:
"The flag of Jesus floats and shows us the way to Heaven!" We spent
time to contemplate the ship, which disappeared with its passengers in
the
clouds. We responded to their greetings by waving our hands. Long after
the ship
was gone, I asked my companion, "My dear, you who say we are not dead,
have you ever seen a ship sailing in the air? As for me, not yet, I
only
see things like this here. 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?" In response, after smiling pitifully, he said to me, "If you
think you are 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 of his answers, I felt the
uselessness of my insistence. So I kept quiet and resigned myself, so
as not to
cause him any trouble by my questions. A great sound startled us: it
was a
great flying machine. I name it a plane for better understanding, but,
in
reality, it wasn't a plane. The plane in question landed a few meters
away from
where we were. The pilot exited his cabin and signalled my friend to
take a
seat on board. The latter did not wait to be told that 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
any
specific instructions about me, that it was necessary to wait for the
decision
of the King, who was to pass any moment now at this precise place. From
within,
my companion heard my plea to the pilot.
Suddenly,
a loud voice was heard,
"The King!" Suddenly the King appeared. His body was crystal-clear,
that is, one’s eyes
could pass through his body without difficulty, and see clearly the
objects on
the other side. He was handsome and had the stature of a normal man.
Someone
came out of the plane holding a document in his hand, in which he read
all my
past life. He described all my actions from the day I became conscious
until
the time I sent the young man from the hospital to inform my family.
The King
followed everything without saying a word, then, at the end, He nodded
His
head. He spoke no word. Then He disappeared.
At
the same moment, the plane took off
with my companion. As he was leaving, a great sorrow invaded my heart!
I was
left alone, abandoned. This feeling of isolation made me feel so bad
that I
felt like crying. But suddenly I heard a distant voice saying, "Jesus
Christ, Judge of the Dead! Jesus Christ, Judge of the Dead! Jesus
Christ, Judge
of the Dead!" This voice came close to me and amplified itself in such
a
way that at the third time I felt as if my eardrums were bursting. Not
holding
on anymore, and in a last effort, I woke up!
3.6- A resurrected
in
Yangambi!
So
I came back to life! When I opened
my eyes, the first things I noticed were the palm branches hanging over
my
head. When I turned my head, there were instantly two movements in the
crowd
that was around me: those who were nearby fled, escaping from me, while
those
who were far away approached to see why others were fleeing. So there
were two
simultaneous movements. It was time for contemplation and admiration.
Personally, I didn't understand what was happening. There were several
people
around me. Among them, I recognised some faces. To my left, there was a
coffin
with everything ready for burial: white sheets, pillows, and some of my
clothes. I was wearing a suit I didn't remember ever wearing. I had
white socks
on my feet and white gloves on my hands. Everything smelled of perfume.
The
perfume bottle was placed on the edge of the coffin. It was almost 2
p.m. when
I came back to life. Candles glowed around the coffin. When I realised
what had
happened, a great joy filled my heart. I was dead, and now I was alive!
When
I got up from the bed where I was
lying, my first words were, "Glory to Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ is
alive!" The people around me wondered, wondering where I had known
Jesus.
After this moment of immense joy, I strongly decided to go to the
hospital
where I had been hospitalised, and where I had died. When word of my
resurrection was heard, everyone ran to see me. I had spent more than a
day
among the dead because I had died the previous day at about ten
o'clock, and I
had come back to life the next day at about two o'clock. I was already
being
prepared for my funeral when I came back to life.
On
the way to the hospital, everyone
was amazed at what I was saying about Jesus the Saviour. I felt like a
force
was driving me to the hospital. I didn't even know what I was going to
do
there. When I arrived at the hospital, I was recognised by the sick as
the
deceased who had been taken the day before. Without caring about what
they
said, I cried out in a loud voice, "Glory to Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ
is
alive!" These words, spoken at about three o'clock in a hospital in
Yangambi, produced a great miracle. All the sick were healed. All of
them,
without exception! Even those that had been operated upon in the
afternoon of
that same day. All were healed, and the doctors couldn't believe it!
One
of them, Dr. Baylo, approached a
former patient whom he himself had operated on in the afternoon. But
when he
saw him hopping and running with joy, he thought that he had gone mad,
in
addition to his illness, or that it was he himself who was going mad.
To find
out, he called the patient and forced him to undress. The latter,
without any
shame, obeyed instantly. Then the doctor noticed how He who had formed
the body
of man with the dust of the earth knew how to heal, Him, Jesus...! There
were no scars left and no trace of any surgery.
Talking about a
miracle, it was a perfect miracle! A real one, anyway! The doctor
didn't know
what to think or what to say. Of course, he knew exactly what a miracle
was,
but he'd never met one. That day he was given an opportunity to see
one, and he
believed. That evening, 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 travelling companion, the one who had flown. I decided to go to his
house.
There, the mourning was in full swing. I approached his close relatives
and
asked them to listen to me. When they recognised me, they all shut up.
I
advised them not to cry any more, but to rejoice, since their deceased
relative
was "well" where he was now. I explained to them all that had
happened, and how I had found it difficult to make the deceased
understand that
we were dead. How he advised me not to seek out the reasons for the
racket they
were making. I made
them understand that the crying and lamentation 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 weeping. All followed carefully. Nobody dared to
interrupt me.
At the end of my story, no one cried again. It was time to go bury my
companion's body.
Although
weakened by illness, I also
carried my friend's coffin. I thought to myself, "If I were still in
magic, I wouldn't be able to see the spirit of this person!" When we
got
to the cemetery, there were two holes dug in the same spot in the
ground. One
was meant for me, and the other was for my companion. Our graves were
adjoining
because we died on the same day. The sight of my grave aroused in me
the same
feelings of isolation that I had felt when the plane had taken off,
carrying my
friend... Fatigue, hunger, and grief eventually broke the little
strength I had
left. Remembering the departure of my companion, I wept. Why was I
alive? To
suffer again in this world? My body needed a lot of rest and food. I
fell for
lack of energy, and I lost consciousness! Unconscious, I was brought
home. I
regained consciousness on the way.
Several
days passed. I returned to
Kisangani. My parents chose a young girl for me to marry. Then I was
employed
at the company Cameza, Kisangani agency. This company deals in wire. I
was
assistant director. The company gave me a house, and I had a Land Rover
at my
disposal. The Lord so much blessed His work through my ministry in the
Church
of Kisangani! Many miracles happened through our prayers, including the
healing
of the mentally ill. Indeed, our ministry was mainly concerned with 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 others. 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
practising
magic, to follow my example and abandon magic practises. Some accepted
and
abandoned magic, while others did not want my words. For them, satan
had
tightened the blindfold of ignorance on their eyes, lest they should
see the
clarity of prayer while it was still day. My love for God had caused me
to
become an evangelist in a Protestant community in the locality. During
six
years of ministry in my church, I kept secret the testimony you are now
reading. This silence was due to several factors: first, I saw no
interest in
telling the children of God about my past that I wanted to forget at
all costs.
Then, I was afraid of being taken to court by some people who would
feel
directly involved in this story. Finally, there was the respect due to
my
teacher who, by the way, was still there.
Around
me a prayer group was formed,
which did not depend on any other existing community, except on Jesus
Christ
Himself. We gathered for praise, meditation of the Word of God,
intercessory
prayer and worship. As I told you before, the Lord had given us the
gift of
healing... One day they brought us seven sick, so that God might save
them
through our prayers. But, in spite of our prayers, none of them was
restored!
In addition to this, there was a certain spiritual drought in our
group, so we
decreed a seven-day fast to revive the presence of the Holy Spirit in
our
midst. This fast was to end with a prayer vigil that coincided with the
date of
January 1, 1986. Something then happened that night. In fact, there
were 32 of
us in a room on a plot located at 39 Mangobo Street, Rongo District,
Matete
area, in the city of Kisangani. We exalted God with hymns of praise,
and
everyone was sweating! Suddenly, a ball of fire came down, and stood in
the
middle of four choir brothers!
Pushed
by the power of the Holy
Spirit, these brothers confessed in turn their misdeeds with a loud
voice,
while weeping! This confession left us stunned, for we could not have
imagined
for a single moment having in our choir thieves, crooks, fornicators
and
murderers! But as we shared in their sincerity, we also began to weep,
imploring for them the forgiveness of the Almighty. How wonderful it is
to
receive the forgiveness of the Lord, to be washed from all sins, and to
live in
the love of Christ! In that ball of fire that everyone saw in the midst
of us,
I saw what Ezekiel had seen and written in the second verse of his
book: a
"Being in White!" This Being of Light came to me and wiped away my
tears! It was then that, unable to control my emotion, I burst out of
joy and
cried aloud: "My brethren, the Lord Jesus Christ has wiped away my
tears,
the Lord is here, He is in the midst of us!"
After
that, the Being became the
fireball again. He ascended towards Heaven, dragging me along in his
path, as
described in Ezekiel 8:3, while, for the brethren who were praying with
me, I
had fallen down lifeless on the ground! Throughout our ascent, I saw
many
people leaving Earth to Heaven, The Being of which it was still
difficult to
distinguish the form said to me: "I allowed you to do magic and to know
all these things to denounce them to your fellow men by your testimony,
so that
they would abandon their evil ways, convert, and live. However, you
shut up and
you preach my Gospel! Yes, but first testify before your brothers so
that my
message reaches their hearts and finds its place in them... Come and
see what
your silence costs." When we came to a junction in the road, he said to
me, "On earth, you always say 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 they led on
earth."
"Do
you see someone who judges
incoming people?" "No, I don't see anyone," I replied. One of
the two directions to use was leading to a large well, a large chasm,
the
bottom of which was covered with a blackish material, such as the one
that had
been subjected to high temperatures, resembling a motor exhaust pipe.
We
approached the well in order to get a good overview of it. And I saw
men among
whom were those I had perverted, who were thrown into the pit.
Before
tipping over, they found time
to groan and say, "Ah! If Pastor Lisungi had informed us of these
things,
we wouldn't be here! He's a bad preacher!" The others said, "Lisungi
has deceived us!" Among these, I did recognise my former talismans
clients, that is to say, people I had given so-called powers and
protections. I
realised my crime even before the Lord had opened his mouth: the price
of my
silence! I felt very uncomfortable.
Slowly
turning to me, and moved with
emotion, the Lord said to me: "All these people that you watch perish
bear
my image! I sacrificed My life for the salvation of every one of them!
So My
blood was shed for the forgiveness of all these souls. Can you value
the soul
of a human being? But know that the Earth and the Heavens are not equal
to 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 as compensation? Nothing... not even
your own
life, because it's precious too! Therefore, you too will be there!"
"Me, Lord? I implored."
He
replied, "Yes, You!" With
these words, I fell on my knees while weeping, and I besought him in
these
words: "If I have found favour in your sight, my God, that you might
make
me see the gravity of my sin, accept, O Lord, to forgive me. I didn't
know 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, that is rampant in
your
people and that destroys them, for I did not know that it was so.
Forgive
me!" "Here there is no forgiveness," replied The Lord.
3.8- The enclosure
and the
pool
But
the Lord beckoned to me to stand
up and follow Him. We left these dreadful places to go to another. When
I got
to a certain point along the way, I felt like I was sucked into a kind
of
invisible tunnel, out 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
compound was swarming with people. They were even above the wall, and
they
seemed happy. I went to the door with the intention of entering, but
when I got
there, the man next to me said to me, "Do not enter, for you cannot get
out!"
In
spite of this wise counsel, my
curiosity drove me to try to enter by my own means, but without
success, for at
every attempt, as if reading in my mind, my companion intervened
energetically
to prevent me from doing so. He asked me to wait here, which I did.
When I
tried to understand what was happening to me, a woman appeared a few
steps away
from us. A sad and ill-dressed woman who moved towards us without
ardour, in
tears, and humming this melody: "Even
if on this earth I have
difficulties, these difficulties are only fleeting, for with Jesus, my
Saviour,
I will be at ease. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"
The
great gate opened, and a strong
man came out of the gate, dressed in fine clothes, and gave them to the
woman.
She dressed herself cleanly without ceasing to sing her melody, the
second
stanza of which said: "Even
if we are rejected on the Earth,
this reject is only ephemeral, for the Lord Jesus loves me! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!" During all the time she took to dress
up, the door
remained open, which allowed me to see the atmosphere inside. Several
people,
all happy and equipped with various musical instruments (maracas,
synthesisers,
harmonicas...) expressed their joy by singing hymns of praise dedicated
to the
Creator.
Then,
from where we were, we saw a
healthy man coming towards us, but he walked zigzagging. He looked like
a drunk
or a blind man or someone who didn't know his way. When the man came to
us, two
red-clad beings came out of nowhere, grabbed him and dragged him in a
direction
opposite the gate of the enclosure! My companion asked me to follow
them, which
I did. At the end of the path, I saw pools like 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 pool, the
man tried to resist, but his two guards subjected him to a dive into
the
liquid. Upon contact of his body with this boiling matter, the man
could not
refrain from letting go of an infernal groan. He struggled like a
grilled sea
fish, and his body took the form of a science fiction fossil. As I
looked at
the scene, I said to myself, "I don't think I'd like to share this
man's
fate." Next to me, my companion, who was clearly reading my thoughts,
said
to me with simplicity: "yes..., yes...., you belong here!"
For
the second time, I fell on my
knees crying, he lifted me up and we returned to our first place.
Meanwhile, on
the way, 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 moment of his illness, a
situation
occurred in which he lost his temper, to the point of succumbing to the
shock
of emotion... understand therefore that at the time of his death he
was not animated by My spirit, but rather by the spirit of anger. And yet you read that he who does not
have the spirit of Christ cannot belong to him! (Romans 8:9). So what
this man
lacked was the spirit, to lead him to me. That's why you saw him being
brought
in without him resisting."
My
beloved, the Apostle Paul, seeing
the perversion of the human heart, which is always prone to evil,
advises us
not to keep in us anger: "let not the sun go down upon your anger,"
he tells us. Indeed, I regretted the fate of this man. After that, I
saw a
woman coming. She walked slowly, dragging behind her a burden. As she
approached, what she was dragging between her legs could be
distinguished: it
was her sex! A sex that had grown so big that she dragged it on the
ground!
When she arrived near us, no one dared to look at her twice because it
was so
awful, dirty, disgusting, and nauseating! She was immediately led to
the boiling
pools. Before diving in, she exclaimed: "Ah! You, which I so much
cherished, for so long, you who made me happy: you fed me, lodged me
and
clothed me, this is where you take me...!" To explain to me the fate of
this
woman, my companion said to me, "Despite the advice I gave her through
my
ministers, she did not cease to prostitute herself, and said that her
sex was
her raison d'être." I also saw several women thrown into the pool,
without
being told why. But I understood myself that they had been thrown there
for
adultery.
Then
came the turn of a young man. As
he advanced towards the entrance of the enclosure, his chest grew and
grew
enormously in volume, so that it was impossible for him to enter
through the
gate! He struggled to get in, but without success. He made great
noises, even
inviting us to help him. Then came the two men in red, who spurned him,
ordering him not to disturb us. Then they grabbed him. The young man,
having
protested, was severely beaten and forced in the direction of the
pools.
"He was a great fighter, a very ferocious assassin, and this is where
his
wickedness takes him to!" Explained my companion. After that, a woman
came
to enter the compound. Just in the crackle of the door, several
children came
to curl up and block the hinges, from which they prevented any movement.
Unable
to enter the compound, the
woman was surprised by the two men in red who dragged her to the other
side,
while the children returned to the interior. Here is the explanation I
received: "This woman killed several people through abortions. She had
a
lot of abortions, from her young age to her marriage! Without success,
I sent
several people to ask her to repent and abandon her abominations. But
she
always said that a foetus is 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 that develops
and grows,
but the spirit remains the same. So, whoever kills with a knife,
whoever kills
by magic, and whoever kills by any other means, are all in the same
sack as
those who kill by abortion! For these, it would be better they were not
born!"
Then
I saw a man come who was humming
a song, all cheerful. As he approached the compound whose door had just
been
opened to him, six women escaped from the pool and blocked his passage
by
vigorously protesting against the fact that the door had been opened to
him.
They said: "It would be unjust if this man were saved, and we alone
were
punished. Since he is the cause of our loss, may justice be done!" The
Lord asked me: "Do you remember the woman who came here?"
"Yes," I replied. Then He explained to me: "She is the wife of
this man. They were poor when they got married. My servant often begged Me to help her. I heard her
prayer and blessed her
with wealth, and she became very rich. However, despite her riches, she
did not
abandon Me. Her husband, the man you saw coming in here, confiscated
all her
possessions and appropriated them. The worst of all, he divorced her to
marry
the ones you saw! Though she was repudiated, My servant kept begging
for My
forgiveness of her husband, and for Me to bring him back home. Because
of his
wife's interventions, all the anger I had against this man was appeased
(Matthew
19:4).
Mocking Me, he told My servants that he was ready to take back his wife, provided she agreed to share the marital bed with her six rivals, something my servant could not accept, for fear of sharing the sin (1Corinthians 6:16). She 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, for in reality it was they who could not get rid of the easy life they had with their lover. Indeed, this man was exceedingly rich. The horror of poverty, the love of money, honour and luxury, had hardened their hearts to the point of their loss (Matthew 6:24). All six women died in turn. That man did not still get converted. He continued his life of disorder. But when he saw death approaching, he invited My ministers to preach the Good News to him, and he repented just before his death. I forgave him, but he's still responsible for the fate of these women."
I
usually received in our prayer group
anyone who declared to us that he had accepted Jesus Christ in his
life,
without first inquiring about his activities. We relied on the verse
that says
that the righteous shall live by faith. But then we discovered, even
among our
deacons, owners of
drinking establishments or hotels. That day, from
Heaven, and after we had left the place where we were, the Lord showed
me the
works of my contemporaries. Then I saw unimaginable things! Indeed, the
Lord
showed me how, by his bar, the deacon intoxicates people! Once they're
drunk,
they do everything they can. Then
I understood that God is Holy.
The Lord said to me, "Look at this preacher!" See how he puts his
hand in his pocket and takes money out to give it to this faithful!
I
was following the scene as if it was
on a television screen. Yes, my beloved, God sees everything! I saw how
the
pastor, in a hotel room, stroked a girl's chest... When he began to
undress her
to make love with her, I closed my eyes and looked away from the scene.
But,
strange thing, even with my eyes closed, I could still see! I was
astonished at
this phenomenon, but I understood what my Lord wanted: to make me touch
evil
with my finger. Then I fell down on my knees for the third time, and
besought Him,
"Free my sight from these obscenities!" By way of reply, He said to
me: "You are outraged 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?" I
then saw a 12 or 13-year-old girl enter a hotel, accompanied by an old
man who
could be her grandfather's age. The girl consented because of money!
Despite
the screams of pain, the tears, and the bleeding of the girl, this old
man was
picking on her!
The
Lord looked at me with His tender
and loving eyes, and said to me, "This is one of the sins of mankind,
including your land, Zaire!" When He had said these words, I saw tears
running down His cheeks, and He added with anguish, "This is how the
world
is perishing!" After that, my companion took me to another place very
different from the one where we were, and asked me, "Do you want to see
the Master of the world?" "Yes," I replied. Then we began to
climb a hill. As we climbed up, it seemed to me that the macadam, of a
yellow
mottled with green, might give way under my feet, or that I would slip
or fall!
But none of these happened. I saw the whole world. Oh! A world that was
lighting up everywhere and more and more, and whose light, very
intense, was
beginning to dazzle me. I was almost impatient that we hadn't yet
reached the
top. A moment later, He comforted me, saying, "A little more, and we’ll
be
there... But those people keep asking for you." He was worried.
Suddenly,
as if there had been a last-minute change, everything disappeared!
Then
He led me up a hill, and from the
top of it I saw a great city that He showed me, saying, "It is
Kinshasa,
your Jerusalem, you Zaireans!" For the first time since my birth, I
could
contemplate the political capital of my country, Zaire! We went down
there and
flew over the city. I could read some inscriptions on some roofs or on
the
walls of enclosures. During this fly over, the Lord spoke to me of many
things.
But all of a sudden, He expressed concern, telling me that He was very
much concerned,
disturbed and bothered by people who were asking for me! "These people
have insisted for a long time, they never tire bothering Me, and I am
tired of
them..." He lamented. So He says, "Do you see that preacher there
with that woman? Do you see this deacon? Do you see that deaconess? ...
And
what they are doing? ... Do you see that man there? ... Do you see...?"
Indeed,
I saw them all! "Go, I
showed them to you." He ended with bitterness. And I saw the
Kin-Maziere
neighbourhood. There was someone there whose name I keep secret, lest
you
recognise him. The Lord said to me, "He is a pastor, but he has two
wives... the other he has hidden her... There she is!... Her name is
Mado! Go
and tell him to give up his sin.... Go." Then, at Lumumba Boulevard, in
the zone of Limeté, the Lord showed me a fence wall overlooking the
first
street, on which I read the following inscriptions: Charismatic
Group of Limeté, First Street - Limeté, City
of Bethel, "Permanence".
We
lingered on this inscription, which
he pointed out to me with insistence: "You shall first give testimony
in
Bethel, before going elsewhere in Kinshasa... Do it first in this
Assembly, and
you will see what God is going to do! Then you will go where My Spirit
will
lead you. I'll be with you." Again, He said to me, "Look, they're
still calling you, and I'm tired of these pressing and incessant
calls... There
they are!" I wanted to know who those people were who were offering
themselves the luxury of disrupting 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 found myself back to life,
lying on
a long chair...! The people who were asking for me were indeed there,
those who
asked for me, who never stopped begging for my return to the Lord. For,
during
this second death, no one wept, but rather everyone was in prayer.
I
came back to life without seeing the
Master of the world! I who suddenly wanted to see Him. I felt terrible!
At the
same time, I was pleasantly surprised by the very dense crowd of those
who had
come to moan and witness the second death of Brother Lusungi! It was
wonderful,
extraordinary! Among those around me were my brothers, my fasting
companions,
my Norwegian teachers, those who had been healed by the Lord through
our
prayer... That was fantastic! There were religious of different faiths.
Sisters
in Christ from various congregations were also there! And the
impressive number
of vehicles...! All this was beyond me and I am very happy about it.
There
was also in that 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 the account: indeed, when the
ball of
fire had taken me off, they had seen that I had collapsed, unconscious,
as I
told you earlier. It was exactly 12:30 am. Some of them lacked faith,
and said
that the Lord had punished me because I had returned to my old magic
practices.
While others, firmer in their faith in Christ, maintained that the Lord
had
taken me away from them to speak to me. The first, in their insistence,
called
upon the nurse in question, who arrived with all the instruments
necessary for
an auscultation. He concluded that the cause of death was sudden
cardiac
arrest. He was about to sign the death certificate.
But
his diagnosis was not accepted by
the brothers who remained optimistic. This attitude made the nurse
uncomfortable, and he felt that his competence were in doubt. At the
same time,
a prophecy came out of the mouth of a 13-year-old girl, announcing: "I,
Jesus, have called My servant Lisungi to Me, to entrust him with a very
important mission throughout the world. I'll send him back in your
midst."
While this message had brought relief to brethren, it had hardened the
heart of
the nurse, who did not yet believe that the One who had created the
word could
speak. He shouted at the girl and called her a liar and a profaner of
God. Then
he concludes: "I know that it was 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 lies before
us. This
is someone who did not have the grace to resist a seven-day fast.
Generally, it
is women who do that kind of fast without problems, but men are limited
to five
days only. But since you all agree that he is going to come back to
life, I
will stay here and see how that happens, and then I will become more
Christian."
A
long time passed without anything
happening, and the qualified 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 return to life with an
important
mission that will lead him throughout the world." Then the minds calmed
down the more. And I came back to life. It was 11:55 am. It was both a
great
joy among the brethren, and a great wonder for the qualified nurse who,
only
then, strengthened his faith in the Lord, and acknowledged that nothing
is
impossible with God. So this is what I learned about the nurse in
question in
my second resurrection.
In
my turn, I share with the brethren
all that I had just experienced and heard from the Lord, and which
concerned
them, all were enthusiastic and glorified God. I also explained to them
all
about this evil, this scourge, the greatest sin that the Lord has
revealed to
me, and which is rampant in Zaire, our country: Adultery! "Zaire is in
perdition," I confirmed. "This is how the Lord sent me to preach. He
told me that when I complete my mission of preaching, He will take me
somewhere
where He will take me back forever, that is, I will die again!" On the
first day of the New Year there were many conversions in Kisangani, and
many
people resolved to live in Christ.
We
rejected the idea of appealing to
the Assembly to provide the money needed to buy the ticket for the trip
to
Kinshasa, in order to test our faith. God answered our prayer. One day,
driven
by, I don’t know what force, I got up early in the morning for a walk
in the
port of Onatra. Along the way, I met a military man, a Warrant Officer
I had
never known before. After having greeted me with fraternal warmth, he
took out
from his pocket a sum of 2014 zaïres, which he handed to me, saying:
"Often, when I travel to Kinshasa, I gather with the brothers of the
Prayer Group of Limeté, First Street. This morning, I was ordered to
give you
this sum of money for the purchase of your ticket. I even think there's
a boat
leaving for Kinshasa today. If you want, I can recommend you to the
commander."
I
didn't ask him any questions, like
how he would find me if we hadn't met. But I quickly understood that it
was the
Lord who was speaking to me through this soldier. I accepted the money,
and
then I bought my ticket for the departure that 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 to Kinshasa, I did not cease to testify
of 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
showed them, as proof of my former membership in the satanic world, a
diploma
signed by lucifer, the keys to opening the invisible world, as well as
the list
of cemeteries throughout the world, on which my powers extended.
Since
my conversion, I considered
these objects to be worthless. These two pastors advised me to yield
these
objects to them. Which I did without hesitation, for they considered
them
compromising. After two weeks of sailing without incident, the boat
docked at
the port of Onatra in Kinshasa, from where I took a taxi, which took me
to
Bethel city in Limeté, my first destination. I began to testify in
Bethel, as
the Lord had commanded me. There were many conversions: 6000 people a
day gave
over their talismans in the form of stolen objects. From there, I went
to
testify to the pastor who had two wives. And I gave him the word of the
Lord,
and told him the name of the second woman, and the place where she
dwelt. The
pastor thought for a moment that he was in front of a fetishist or a
magician,
but he managed to pull himself together and recognised me as a true
messenger
of the Lord. "I could not imagine that God knew me! He exclaimed
ecstatically." 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
put
himself in order with his God. He then gave the woman the sum of 50,000
zaïres,
and set her free, crying out, "My God loves me!" [End of Testimony].
Dear
brothers and dear friends, I would not like to put this testimony at
your
disposal without pointing out the two serious mistakes that it
contains, and
that you must be careful never to commit if you ever find yourself in
this kind
of situation. On the one hand, there is the mistake of the pastor, and
on the
other, that of the brother. As a result of these mistakes I will make
two
appeals: one to pastors called to help people who honestly choose to
leave the
camp of satan, and the other to all agents of satan who want to leave
the camp
of satan to follow Jesus Christ the only true God.
The pastor's
mistake:
when the author of this testimony chose to renounce satan in order to
give
himself to Christ, his approach was very good. He went to see a pastor,
and he
was honest in his confession. He didn't hide anything from the pastor,
and this
is very good. This is what anyone who wants to leave satan must do. But
what
did the pastor do? He showed great ignorance. He asked the young
brother to go
and return to satan all the powers and protections he had received from
him.
This degree of ignorance leads us to wonder whether this pastor was
actually
called. This is an error you must never commit as a servant of God. To
send
away a person who wants to run away from satan into the clutches of
that very
satan is a very serious mistake that no enlightened servant of God
should ever
make. It is by the grace of God that this young brother was not
swallowed up by
satan in this senseless act.
What
was the pastor supposed to do?
The fact that this young man
was honest, allowed the pastor to exercise his ministry of deliverance
without
any problem. He simply had to take all the satanic powers that this
young man
had, and burn them in the name of Jesus Christ, and pray to free this
new
convert from all the satanic covenants he had signed, and from the ties
he had
forged with the world of darkness. This would have set the brother
free, and
protect him from all that he suffered afterwards. You pastors and other
servants of God, know that you are there to save people who honestly choose to flee the
camp of
satan. And to do that, you have nothing to negotiate with satan. To
send to
satan a person who flees from satan, to discuss or negotiate with him,
or to
return anything to him, is folly. Never
fall into that kind of trap. A sorcerer who chooses to leave the camp
of satan
does not need to go and deliver anything to satan; instead, he must
give
everything to the servants of God, so that every satanic object that he
possessed may be burned for the glory of God, as you read in Acts
19:18-19, "Many of those who
believed now came and openly
confessed their evil deeds. A number who had practiced sorcery brought
their
scrolls together and burned them publicly...."
The brother's
mistake:
the choice to go and stay with his parents when they did not know God
was a
serious mistake. And because of that he suffered terribly as you have
just read
it. If you are in witchcraft or in a satanic lodge (Order of Malta,
Freemasonry, Rosicrucianism, Ordre des Rameaux, Eboka, Sovereign Order
of the
Initiatory Temple (Osti), Eckankar, homosexuality, or any other satanic
lodge),
and you want to leave the camp of satan, go to true servants of God,
confess
all your works in an honest way, and let yourself be guided by them or
by true
children of God. Never fall into the trap of walking away from God's
presence.
When you are surrounded by true children of God, your deliverance comes
with
less suffering. You can read the teaching entitled "How
to Leave the
Camp of satan", which you will find on the website
www.mcreveil.org.
Grace
to all who love our Lord Jesus
Christ with an undying love!
Dear brothers and sisters,
If you have run away from fake churches and would like to know what to do, here are the two options available to you:
1- See if around you there are some other children of God who fear God and desire to live according to the Sound Doctrine. If you find any, feel free to join them.
2- If you do not find one and wish to join us, our doors are open to you. The only thing we will ask you to do is to first read all the Teachings that the Lord has given us, and which are on our website www.mcreveil.org, to reassure yourself that they are in conformity with the Bible. If you find them in accordance with the Bible, and are ready to submit to Jesus Christ, and live by the demands of His word, we will gladly welcome you.
The grace of the Lord Jesus be with you!
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