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TESTIMONY
OF FRANÇOISE LUTALA
(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 want to share with you this excerpt
from the testimony of Françoise Lutala, who signed pacts with satan
from her
childhood, and who suffered terribly throughout her youth, until the
day when
the Lord Jesus Christ had mercy on her and freed her from the chains of
satan.
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.
Beloved
in
the Lord Jesus Christ and very dear readers, may the name of my Saviour
resonate in you with great intensity, as He grants you to read this
document.
If He has allowed you to take cognisance of the message contained in my
testimony, it is, I hope, for your edification. There you will find the
subject
of great exhortations. Only the Lord Jesus Christ has the power to free
and
save those who are in captivity in the chains of the devil. For He is
the
Almighty and He is Love. [...]
My name is Lutala Kabe Françoise. Kabe means "half" in my native
language, because I am actually a twin. I was born in 1954 in Rwanda of
a
father pastor in the Church of Christ and a mother member of the legion
of
Mary. I am from the Kivu region, in the Shabunda area. The story you
are about
to read is the account of the tragic events that I experienced. Without
God's
intervention, I'd have been dead a long time ago.
2-
Under the influence of fetishism
My
parents often used to tell us the
stories of our village. They kept coming back to the exploits of a
witch
grandmother who lived there. Instead of giving me goose bumps, those
stories
captivated me. I even went so far as to gather additional information
from my
friends about the manners of sorcerers. My friends told me what they
believed
to be true about the sorcerers' lives. ...
Given
my young age and what my parents
had already told me, I kept swallowing all these stories. When I
thought about
it too much, I even wanted to become a witch myself. ... But the
opportunity
was not given to me to realise my dream, since, in my environment,
there was no
one who could be suspected of possessing such power. My joy was great
when,
during the long holiday of 1961, my father took us to the village, in
order to
get to know the other members of the family better. It was an
opportunity for
me to meet my grandmother.
Once
in Shabunda, my first concern was
to meet my grandmother, who in fact was my father's aunt, despite my
parents'
ban. She was feared and respected throughout the village because of her
occult
powers. One day, deceiving the vigilance of my parents, I went to find
her and
I said to her, "Grandma, why don't
my parents love you? Why are they so critical of you? What did you do
to make
them do this to you?" "I know they don't like me because I'm a
witch." Far from frightening me, this statement gave me intense joy.
"Finally," I said to myself, "I am in the presence of a real
witch!" "Are you a witch? Then show me your plane."
"How?" she said, as if she had not understood me. "Bewitch
me!" "I can't bewitch you. There's already one other person in the
family that I have to pass on my powers to."
"Bewitch me, at least so I can see the planes!" "You don't know
what you're talking about! Do you know that those planes you're talking
about
only fly at night? Sorcerers do not spend their time having fun,
contrary to
what most people think, they are forced to do what they do, for fear of
receiving severe punishments, which can go as far as death. And then,
if they
did it out of pleasure, why do some of them sleep so much during the
day?"
Though
true, these words did not alter
my desire to become a witch. In fact, my grandmother's refusal aroused
my
mistrust and reminded me of what one of my friends had told me. She
warned me
that sorcerers could be jealous of certain powers being passed on to
someone. "They can go so far as to discourage
a
new adept before bewitching him." To try to break my
grandmother's
resistance, I began to cry. ... Annoyed by my racket, she said, "You're
just a little girl. You still have your whole life ahead of you. There
are many
things I can give you, but I can't get you into witchcraft. The laws of
our
family don't allow me to do that. If you were at least the eldest, or a
boy,
that might have been possible. But in your condition, I can't bewitch
you."
I
started to whine: "Bewitch me,
bewitch me!" Touched by the set-up, the old woman gave in while
murmuring:
"You only give a child what he asks for ...!" She added: "It is
not witchcraft that will make you happy! But go and ask your parents
50
francs, and bring it to me tomorrow. I will give you something, a power
that
will be of great use to you. You won't have to work to earn a living.
All your
desires will be fulfilled. You won't have to worry about getting
married,
because men will run after you..." I didn't understand anything she
said
to me, I nonetheless went on to do what she instructed. The next day I
asked my
mother for 50 francs. At that time, 50 francs was a huge sum. My
parents agreed
to give it to me, on condition that I tell them what I was going to do
with it.
There was no way I was going to tell them my secret, lest they go and
destroy
all my plans with my grandmother.
To
confuse things, I pretended to be
sick and started to cry. Strange thing, from the moment I pretended to be sick, I
became really sick. My whole body was restless with
a high fever. The
neighbours, rushing in due to the occasion, advised my parents to
accept the
loss of 50 francs rather than that of their child. "Twins
are beings with strange abilities,"
said one of them. "From
their childhood, they can submit to their will a person who would have
insulted
them, even internally. Just give them a gift to appease their anger and
remedy
the situation..." Another neighbour added, "I
know twins who can disappear and reappear whenever their parents
contradict them..." Convinced by the neighbours, my parents
got scared
and gave me the 50 francs. I went to my appointment not without
pretending to
play, to deceive vigilance. When I went to my grandmother's, I gave her
the
money.
While
waiting for my arrival, she had
already prepared a chicken in a pot that was still on the fire. She was
only
waiting for me to arrive to introduce two leaves from some tree, plus
the 50
francs I had brought. When the dish was cooked, she extracted the money
and gave
it back to me. I saw no trace of the two leaves. When asked what had
become of
these two leaves, she replied that they were not leaves, and that there
was now
power in me. That power had entered me while she was preparing the
dish.
"What is power and of what use will it be to me?" She repeated the same
words as before: "Anyone can give you anything you ask. You won't have
to
try to get married. You'll be very famous... All this will manifest
when you
are 12 or 13 years old..." She asked me to eat all the chicken, which I
did. As soon as the meal was over, I was possessed.
When
I got
home, I gave the money to my mother. My father then said to her, "the neighbours were right, it was just
a test she wanted to subject us to..." [...]
A
sorcerer cannot practice witchcraft without being aware of it. Every
sorcerer
knows he has that power. And when he meets another sorcerer, they both
recognise each other. A true sorcerer can see
through a person as
through a transparent bottle of water. That's why sorcerers can play
with their
victims. They can attack them by sending diseases into any part of
their body.
Beloved in Christ and dear readers, only the Holy Spirit can protect us
from
the attacks of the devil realised through sorcerers. If we do not have
Christ,
we are at the mercy of such spirits. Like any other evil spirit, the
spirit of
witchcraft can be cast out in the name of Jesus Christ, if the possessed confesses his
witchcraft and rejects it with all his heart to accept Christ.
After
the holidays, we left the
village. I was only eight years old, and nothing abnormal came to
disturb the
course of my life. I quickly forgot my visit to my grandmother and all
the
ceremonies that had taken place... Three years later, I noticed that my
life
was different. I imposed myself among my classmates. I was often the
first in
the class. Everyone got along perfectly with me, even when I was
imposing my
will. No one could refuse me what I wanted. As for the boys, they were
chasing
after me. The devil can change the external shape of our body, in both
the good
and the bad sense of the term. Under the influence of evil spirits, and
puberty
impulse, the shape of my body changed noticeably in the positive
direction. I
became pretty. Even at that age, suitors were coming for me. Sometimes
even
respectable people wanted me to be their girlfriend. Others waited only
for my
consent to divorce their wives and remarry me. ... My parents could
record
about ten suitors a day. They showed up with presents... My poor father
would
tell them, "My daughter is still too
young for me to think of marrying her so soon." My mother
couldn't
believe it. She had grown up girls of marriageable age. She was getting
sick
from watching so many people go after her little girl.
It
is to our advantage to be in the
Lord. None of those who were not true Christians could resist me. I got
everything I wanted from them, without exception. The spirits that were
in me
were bewitching people and thus annihilating all their will and
resilience. I
remember well the case of an elderly man, an accountant in a renowned
company,
who ended up in prison. Here's how: as I was returning from school one
day, I
had the ingenious idea to visit him. When he saw me, he asked me
politely:
"To what do I owe this honour, princess?" "I came to get some
pocket money." "Did you bring anything to put the money, like a
bag?" "Yes." I emptied my schoolbag of all its contents, and I
held it to him. Bewitched by my demons, the man, without realising the
gravity
of his act and its consequences, filled my bag with banknotes.
That
money didn't even belong to him.
A few days later, I received a note from him through a colleague. He
told me he
was in jail, and he asked me for some money to bribe the judges and be
released
on bail. That accountant was a family man. I told him through the
messenger: "How is it that you, who have
children
of my age, are not ashamed to do such a thing to a girl of the same age
as one
of your children? If it happens again, I'll talk to my father about it."
The case ended there. It was more than a scam. I had caused this
family's
misfortune. God forgive me! From the moment I handed the money to my
grandmother and ate her chicken, I had signed a pact with satan to
receive a
power of domination. Two spirits were then put at my disposal. These
spirits
drew to me those who were not in Christ, and compelled them to satisfy
all my
whims.
3.1-
My entry into the convent
Given
the endless ballet of suitors
coming home to ask for my hand in marriage, my parents thought it best
to send
me faraway. My father decided to send me to the convent. ... I began by
being
an aspirant, until the end of elementary school. At the orientation
cycle, I
entered the novitiate. After being a postulant for four years, I was
consecrated as a nun. Life in the convent was nothing special. We
didn't read
the Bible. We recited prayers that we had learned by heart. We were
singing
hymns from songbooks, and that was it. Far from diminishing, my powers
increased again in the convent. My "spiritual father" began to teach
me how to have sex with a man.
"My
daughter," he said to
me, "do not be scandalised by what may happen between you and me, it is
better that this should happen between us, rather than with pagans or
laymen.
Have you ever heard that the body had its reasons that reason does not
know?
You are a big girl to understand what I'm talking about." "I made a
vow of chastity before God and before men, I would not betray that oath
for
anything in the world, I am a virgin, what would happen if I became
your wife?
Should I go to confession?" "You will not need to go to confession,
it is not a sin, but the satisfaction of a need of a natural order. It
is God
Himself who created this need. Since you have made your vows, you
cannot give
vent to your feelings outside the convent. Since I'm here, it's my duty
to
teach you." "What if I get pregnant?" "You'll never be,
because measures will be taken ..."
The
piety displayed by some nuns is
only an outward appearance that the Catholic church gives to the
outside world.
I've seen sisters kill children. I've seen dead children buried. Some
nuns even
died of cancer from taking contraceptives. Our Creator instituted
sexual
relations between a man and a woman only within the framework of
marriage.
Outside this framework, one commits either adultery, infidelity or
fornication,
regardless of the quality of the partner. Despite all the priest's fine
speeches, I didn't give in to him. I was disgusted by the advanced age
of this
priest. I was only 16 when he was 50. In order to prevent the convents
from
emptying themselves of their boarders, this human organisation
established a
system according to which an old spiritual father had to have a young
religious
sister as his partner, and vice versa. For a young priest who clings to
a young
nun risks, driven by love, giving up orders to go and found a family
elsewhere.
To
escape the old priest's advances, I
became friend with another priest, young and handsome. Breaking orders,
I was
doing everything in my power to make him my intimate. We were so
connected that
we were often seen together everywhere. The old priest told the young
man to
abandon me, but he did not succeed in separating us. As no agreement
was
reached, the two rivals began to hate each other. It lasted for a
while. Two
camps were formed, those who approved of the young priest, the
revolutionaries,
and those who were adamant about the regulations, the conservatives.
One day
there was an exchange of words between the two men which had nothing to
do with
catechism, and then they came to blows. A strong fight ensued, to the
point
where there were burns and serious injuries. Cassocks were burned and
torn
apart on both sides. However, the young priest got the upper hand over
the old
man.
The
next day I was summoned to listen
to the report of the judgment pronounced against me. Although not
involved in
the first degree in the fight, I still expected some reprimands. The
old priest
won in the judgment and remained at his post. On the other hand, the
young man
was moved to a distant country. Not being satisfied with the fact that
they
sent my young "lover" away, I demanded my dismissal from the convent,
in protest. My request was rejected for reasons that I cannot explain
until
now. I made them understand that it was in their interest that I leave.
"I
cannot imagine my transfer to another convent, I prefer to leave the
orders,
otherwise, I will get pregnant by the first comer, and I will walk my
pregnancy
everywhere, making sure I proclaim to whoever wants to hear me where it
comes
from. Everyone will know that we are not different from free women ..."
They
let me go, not without having
summoned my mother, to tell her, in my presence, the following: "Dear
Madam, we thank you for having kindly responded to our invitation. We
wanted to
warn you of a grave danger looming over your daughter, our former
colleague.
After staying with us for so long, it is only now that she has made it
clear
that she does not have a religious vocation. That is why our
congregation saw
fit to grant her freedom. In your presence, however, we would like her
to
confirm to us by oath that she will not disclose any reason for her
dismissal.
Let her say nothing of what she has seen and heard among us, lest she
incur an
eternal curse."
"My
sister, what has she done so
grave to deserve such severity from you?" "Madam, what she did is not
worthy to be told here. It is in all our interests that I remain
silent. In
less than a week, your daughter will join you at home." I was finally
allowed to leave the convent, after my veil and other possessions had
been
trampled on, as a sign of curse in case I exposed the secret of the
cause of my
dismissal. I was there for six years.
Readjustment
to my new life was
painful, after such a long time doing nothing positive in the convent.
Thanks
to my diploma, I obtained a place as a teacher at a local a primary
school. I
also pursued university studies. During this period, I met a young
student from
the University of Lubumbashi named John (This is not his real name).
Later, I
married John. The first few years after my marriage were happy. After
completing his studies, John got the position of principal of the
school. After
three births, we found ourselves with four children, including twins,
the
youngest.
The
two demons that were in me were
still active. Yet my education took precedence over the vagaries of my
feelings, and I loved my home. This lasted until the time that had been
allotted to these demons came to an end. Those spirits long condemned
to serve
me yearned for rest. But who could have freed them, since my
grandmother, who
had bound them, had been dead for a long time? Only Jesus Christ could
have set
me free, but I did not know Him yet. ... After the disturbances and
problems
that I had caused, before and after my stay at the convent, I had to
pay now.
Since I was serving satan, he was the one who had to make me pay. Satan
gets
paid by sending diseases, torments, all kinds of problems, and even
physical
death. From that moment, I began to experience many difficulties in my
life. At
first I did not pay attention, hoping they would pass. But in the long
run,
they accumulated on our family.
This
is how it all began. One day I
went home after school. No sooner had I rested did I hear a knock on
the door.
After opening, I discovered a man dressed in festive wear of a
traditional
chief. Out of politeness, I turned away from the doorway to make room
for him,
and invited him in. He said, "I can't go in, Madam, because I'm already
in." "Excuse me? Get in the house, since you're standing at the
door." "I have been in you for so long! How can you invite me in? I
know more about every corner of this house than you do!" "What are
you saying? Aren't you crazy? You live in me and you know this house
better
than I do? Who are you?" "I am not an ordinary person. My body's been
dead and buried for a long time. Yet I live in you waiting to find
something
better." On these words, I understood that I was in front of a ghost. I
lost consciousness and fell to the ground. The neighbours ran and took
me to
the hospital. When I regained consciousness, the doctors had already
discovered
in me a whole series of diseases. According to them, I suffered from
overwork,
high blood pressure, heart problems, etc. I believed all the
conclusions of the
doctors.
When
they told me I had a heart
condition, I actually felt pain in my heart. As for overwork, it
surprised me a
lot. Was it a way to interpret the phenomena that were happening to me?
For
example, when I put something in one place, I found it moved to another
place.
When I complained about it, people blamed it on overwork. I saw things
on the
street. I could feel the presence of an invisible person at my side,
and I
could even feel rubbing, but I didn't see anyone... One day I saw a young man wearing
a snake wrapped around his neck as a chain, while everyone saw only a
golden
chain. I was ridiculed when I wanted to show him
what I saw around his
neck. That chain wasn't ordinary... The young man, out of respect for
my
condition as an ex-nun, refrained from slapping me and attributed my
reaction
to overwork.
4.2-
"I'm looking for
Marie-Thérèse"
One
day, I was in class and I was
writing on the blackboard. I had written so much that my arm was
starting to
hurt. Then I observed something strange. Starting at the level of my
scapula,
another arm appeared so that I now had two right hands. Apparently, I
was the
only one who saw this phenomenon because the students remained silent.
I was
afraid, and I refused to accept this image in my mind. I thought it was
a
hallucination due to the overwork that was always attributed to me. I
wanted to
keep writing, but I lacked strength. It was then that I saw letters
appearing
on the blackboard by themselves, to form the following sentence: "I am
looking for Marie-Thérèse." I lost consciousness again and fell to the
ground. The students began to laugh when they saw me fall, because they
had not
yet discovered what had made me fall. But they in turn saw the letters
that
continued to appear on the blackboard... and they heard a voice saying,
"I
am looking for Marie-Thérèse!"
They
did not have the courage to wait
and see more, and thus fled, some through the door, others through the
windows.
This was at Tuendeleya High School, formerly Marie-José high school.
The
"Marie-Thérèse" in question was a young student of this High School
who had died as a result of a failed abortion. I was no longer a nun,
but
people often continued to call me "Sister Françoise." So, when this
scandal of the Lycée Marie-José was known, my former masters, that is,
the
Catholics, to cover themselves and discredit me, published an article
in a
local newspaper. This article said that the former nun "Sister
Françoise" had advised a young girl who had come to consult her on what
to
do in the event of pregnancy, and that she had suggested that she
abort. The
mother and baby died during the operation. The newspaper went on to say
that
this girl's spirit was tormenting ex-Sister Françoise, hence her
frequent
crises. The Roman
Catholic church is a great human organisation, better
structured than the Mafia or the CIA, because it is led by lucifer
himself.
At that time, in Lubumbashi, there were similar manifestations in
several
places.
I
found myself pregnant again. The
pregnancy grew normally. In the fourth month, I went for a prenatal
consultation. Gynaecologists discovered that my pregnancy was ectopic.
A
surgery was necessary. Normally, such an ectopic pregnancy causes pain
in the first
months of its development. As I didn't feel any pain, I refused to have
surgery. Offended by the questioning of their diagnosis, the doctors
demanded a
radiology. The radiological examination at the Lubumbashi hospital
confirmed
the thesis, and I bowed. The operation lasted six hours, and no trace
of any
pregnancy was found. The doctors found in me a suitable ground for
their
research. They did everything to understand the phenomenon: collecting
tissue
for various cultures, examining everything... Meanwhile, my legs and
feet began
to swell out of proportion.
I
was diagnosed with diseases at the
rate of one per appointment. I was prescribed a treatment and, when I
came back
for a check-up, I was diagnosed with one or two other diseases. Finally
I was
diagnosed with cancer. My belly had increased significantly in volume.
I was
vomiting a nauseating mixture of black rotten blood and saliva. I had
lost a
lot of weight, and my complexion was black. All the vigour of my youth
was
gone. All beauty had given way to an ugliness worthy of a candidate for
the
grave. The doctors finally concluded that I had stomach cancer. I
underwent a
second operation. But, in their incapability to do anything to stop the
progression of the disease or to eliminate it, they sew up the cut
without
telling me anything.
With
the help of a grant from
Gécamines, my family contributed to send me to Paris to receive medical
care at
the Sainte-Anne Hospital. I stayed there for a whole year. I underwent
all
kinds of medical examinations there. I was then made to understand that
I did
not have long to live. In spite of the conclusions given by eminent
scientific
personalities, the idea that I had to go through an imminent death did
not even
enter my mind. There was in me the belief that I would live long. We
then went
to Switzerland, where I received uninterrupted medical care for six
months.
Then I was sent back home to die. According to the doctors, I only had
five
months left to live...
Back
home, I accepted my fate. I
didn't expect anything. People would come to me and tell me to go find
fetishes. Others came with a long list of medicinal plants. My husband
John
didn't share their opinion. For him, the pain that was eating me up was
of demonic
origin. It therefore needed God’s intervention. So he advised me to go
and find
priests to exorcise me. ... Encouraged by these words, which seemed
uplifting
to me, I gathered the little energy I had left and went alone to find
my former
colleagues. When I arrived at the convent, the reverend father welcomed
me with
open arms. It sounded like he was expecting me... "Sister Françoise,
you
were right to come to us for advice, despite your state of health.
Daughter, I
can't tell you anything else. I
can already assure you that after your
death, your soul will not stay long in purgatory before entering
Paradise.
You've suffered enough already. For this, we will
say several masses in
your memory for the good Lord to intervene quickly."
"If
God can intervene, it is now
that I need His help most, Father! I'm a mother, I have four little
children
who still need me. They're still too young. What will become of them?"
"We all know that cancer does not forgive. Death always scares. I
understand your pain. So you can go everywhere and seek your healing as
you see
fit. Come back to me soon when you're well. I'll hear you in
confession..." It was a polite way to get rid of me and fire me. I went
away, all sad and depressed, not knowing what to do or where to go to
avoid
this death so feared. I was already standing at the level of the main
gate of
the convent when I heard someone call me up behind me: "Sister
Françoise,
do you want to come back!" I turned my head, and saw a priest, younger
than the one I had just left. He was passing through that convent. He
was
parish priest of another convent also located in Lubumbashi.
His
colleague had just told him why I
was here. The young priest said to me, "Come and meet me in my parish
whenever you want." He left after giving me his address. The next day,
I
went to meet him after the morning prayers. He was not surprised to see
me. "All I can do for you is not to prevent
death from reaching you, but to delay its coming by special prayers
that I
intend to give you. Of course, you will die one day, because no one is
eternal
on this earth. But if you carefully follow my advice, you will live
long. I'll
put you in touch with 'holy angels'." "As long as there is a
possibility, no matter how small, to prolong my life, I am ready to do
everything in my power to live. I don't want to die, father!" "First buy your sanctuary and some
accessories. They will be of great use to you in your prayers."
The
sanctuary in question was a wooden box painted in several colours, the
upper
part of which was in the Shape of a cone. A white cloth covered
everything.
Inside,
there was a statue of the
"virgin mary", a crucifix, images of what Catholics mistakenly call
Jesus Christ, a tombstone called "holy stone", relics of a dead man
(nails,
hair, pieces of cloth that belonged to a dead person...) called "relics
of
a saint", etc. Besides the sanctuary, I also bought incense, candles
and
various other objects. The Bible says that anyone born again is holy.
The roman
catholic church canonises the dead. A small book was given to me. It
was my
guide for my prayers. So I began to pray according to the prescriptions
of this
book. The effects were evident. One day while I was praying in my room,
a wind,
coming out of nowhere, began to blow violently in my room. It calmed
down as he
had begun, mysteriously. I could not go to the parish priest to tell
him what I
was going through, because it had been agreed with him that I could
only go to
him when the "angels of the good Lord" appeared to me.
One
afternoon, around 4pm, I was in my
room "praying." In reality, I was only reading the texts or reciting
those that I had already learned by heart. I had sprinkled the whole
room with
holy water. I had soaked in perfume and blown a little powder all over
the
room. The smoke of burning incense floated in the room, giving it an
exotic
appearance. My crucifix before me, I scratched my rosary, according to
the
instructions of the little book. In this smoky atmosphere, I saw out of
the
cloud of incense a form of hand, which signalled me to approach. I
remained
prostrate, astonished, as if hypnotised, without understanding what was
happening to me, forgetting where I was. I blinked to see if I was
dreaming
awake. However, the hand was there and continued to wave at me. I was
praying
for a possible cure, but the idea of an apparition like that did not
even cross
my mind.
Yet
I expected, but without much
conviction, to see angels appear, as the priest had told me... What
happened
next took me away from my contemplation. The hand changed and took the
form of
a strange being who was not an angel. This being had only human hands
and
foreheads. It had the ears of a rabbit, the eyes of a cat or an owl, a
snout as
a mouth, and a head covered with scales, surmounted by two horns. He
had hooves
instead of feet. He was wearing black pants and was wearing a green,
red and
yellow striped vest. I still had the presence of mind to recognize that
I was
indeed in the presence of a demon, instead of the angel of the good God
promised me by the parish priest. Despite this discovery, it was
impossible for
me to flee or cry for help. If I had, it might have reduced my chances
of
recovery. I did not move, because I cared too much for my recovery,
whatever
the cost.
A
cavernous voice, coming from the
depths of the ages, came out of the beast's snout, breaking the
silence: "Why have you called me here? If I
came
to you, it's because you greatly disturbed me. Your prayers reached me.
Why
don't you come to the headquarters like everybody else?"
"What is
this headquarters and where is it, so that I can go there?" "If you don't know the headquarters or
where it is, how did you know what to do to call me? Who told you about
me?
He's the one who has to answer your questions." With these
words, he
disappeared as he had appeared. Since it was late, I didn't go straight
to the
priest. The next morning I went to see the priest and told him what had
happened. As I spoke, I noticed that his attitude was getting weird. I
understood that he was embarrassed to note that it was not an angel of
God who
had appeared to me, but rather a demon, a fallen angel... Throughout
our
conversation, the priest did not give me time to finish my sentences.
He
interrupted me often. So I agreed to play along.
You
saw angels...! Ah! Sister
Françoise, you're lucky! Many have desired to see what you have
experienced,
and have not succeeded. Others died without being able to meet with
saints in
their lifetime. In any case, your recovery will not be long. What did
these
messengers of the Lord say to you? He asked me to call him from now on,
not
from my room, but from the headquarters. Where is the headquarters, so
I can
get there? "Finish first. Tell me everything you have to say to me,
everything they said to you. I'm sure you know the headquarters and its
location well, even if you don't know that's what this is about." "My
father, he told me to go and find you, so that you could take me
there."
"Are you sure you heard that invitation?" Yes, certainly, father. If
it wasn't, how would I know about the headquarters? "It's okay, you're
right, you convinced me. In that case, listen to me. You will tell your
husband
that until you recover, you will have to attend a series of special
masses
every night starting tonight. It's so he won't ask you any more
questions in
the future. As for you, you will be careful that no one follows you
here. Meet
me alone around 11pm and I'll show you the way to the headquarters. I
repeat,
you must be careful that no one follows you!"
According
to the priest's advice, I
informed my husband what I was to do. John let me go, not without first
rejoicing that my former partners had been well disposed towards me.
After a
few minutes past 11pm, I was in the convent, where I met the priest who
was
waiting for me. We
went to a room inside the chapel. Once in this
room, I
noticed other religious, all dressed in black. The priest changed and
put on
black clothes. He gave me a package and asked me to put on its contents
as soon
as possible. The package included a black dress, black stockings, black
gloves,
and a book with a black cover. When I was dressed in black like
everyone else,
the priests demanded that I kneel down so that they would pray for me. They
laid hands on me. During their prayer, I felt dizzy. When the prayer
was over,
they wanted to make sure of the effect that the laying on of hands had
on me.
I told them what I had felt and I saw a relief on their face. The
priest said,
"We can go now." It was not yet 11:30pm when we drove to the main
central junction of the city of Lubumbashi.
At
this time of night, there is an
intense commercial activity in this part of the city. After parking the
car,
everyone got off. To my great surprise, the priests began to undress,
without
paying any attention to my presence or to the people around them. As if
nothing
could be more natural, they asked me to hurry and undress, as if they
had
forgotten that I was a woman. I obeyed but wanted to keep my underwear.
I was
ordered to remove everything and remain naked, like everyone else. The
priest
said to me: "Hurry up, we only have a few minutes to reach the
headquarters!" The lights were bright. People were all over the place.
Nobody seemed to notice us. Yet these priests were well known in
Lubumbashi.
How do we explain this? It was scary to go through such an experience!
One of
the priests said to me, "Hurry up,
we have no time to waste! You'll pay dearly if we're late!"
It was
then that I understood that we were invisible to the eyes of the
laymen. I
undressed myself.
We
crossed the street and reached the
centre of the crossroads. A pentagram was drawn on the ground. I was
invited to
lie inside, with my back to the ground, and each of my limbs at the top
of one
of the points of the pentagram. I was lying on the ground with my arms
and legs
apart. Five candles came out of nowhere, shining at each summit. They
made
incantations on me. Three naked prelates stepped over me, while taking
care to
touch certain parts of my body. They said prayers that were unknown to
me.
These
priests stepped over me as it is
done during the priestly ordination of a new Catholic priest. When the
ceremony
was over, the candles disappeared without me understanding how. We put
on our
black clothes and took the direction of the "cimetière des sapins" (a
cemetery) of the city of Lubumbashi. The headquarters was nothing but the
cemetery. At the headquarters, I thought we were
the only ones who
visited cemeteries at night. I lost all illusion when I saw the growing
number
of people I found there. Most of them were young. I do not know how
they got
there.
There
were young people there looking
after power to strongly impress people, each in his field. Students came looking for
ways to
successfully complete their studies without having to study. Athletes
came to
look for records that were second to none. Musicians were there to get
new
inspirations. In return for sacrifices, these
people signed pacts to be
more successful in their businesses. But, alas, this glory was but
fleeting. It
was necessary to renew the pact after a certain time, for fear of
losing one's
mind or one's life. There were also politicians. In addition to
success, they
wanted to obtain the power of domination to impose themselves in
general
assemblies. Some wanted the power to read the future, to protect
themselves
from bad days. The sacrifices that the latter were to offer were
consistent.
Some came to prepare their speeches. All professions were represented: doctors,
lawyers, engineers, etc. all had a common
denominator: they were all
satanists looking for terrestrial success. If you preach Christ to such
people,
they will not accept Him as their Lord and Saviour. These people often hide behind
religious denominations, or sects that deny the divinity of Jesus
Christ.
I
also noticed pastors, deacons,
priests, including priest Kasongo, who was familiar with such places,
vicars,
just to name a few. How is it possible to understand the fact that
these people
whose mission is to lead men to God, had failed their vocation and are
instead
leading people to satan? I therefore concluded that God did not exist,
or that
the God we could believe in was a false god, a substitute god, and that
the
true God was somewhere else. The presence of healers, fetishists,
traditional
practitioners and other charlatans did not surprise me. It was only
natural for
them to come and draw from their source. We visited the premises. When
we
arrived at a tomb, we stopped. The parish priest recited a prayer,
invoking
some "saints," of which he and his colleagues were perhaps the only
ones who knew the secret. Some passages were taken from the book of the
prophet
Jeremiah. By means of a magic wand, he struck a tomb which opened by
itself and
pushed out the coffin found therein.
Under
the coffin, I discovered a passage,
a sort of corridor leading to a kind of cellar or basement. Going along
the
passage thus opened, we reached a turning point, beyond which my eyes
discovered an "abomination". On the ground there was a life-size
cross on which a man was bound, dying and lying in his blood. Of
course, he had
a crown of thorns on his head. One nail was stuck in each hand, and
another
attached both feet to the wood. However, he had no chest injuries. This
man was
surrounded by chains, which were actually large rosaries. The suffering
of this
man was evident and made me shudder. With a serious and compassionate
look, the
parish priest said to me: "here is
our lord jesus christ suffering on
the cross. His agony lasts, because he never died. He's still alive."
We had probably reached the goal of our walk because, after seeing this
being,
we prostrated ourselves to worship him, and then we turned back. Except
for a
few details, the being on the cross had features similar to those of
"jesus christ" whose images flood markets and religious shops. This
same "christ" is sometimes also represented on feminine jewels.
God
says in Exodus 20:4-5 "You
shall not make for yourself an idol in the form
of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters
below. You
shall not bow down to them or worship them."
Do we not, however, see
Catholics embracing the cross? Objects (crucifix, holy water, rosary,
etc.)
should not be used in worship. The being on the cross we met at the
cemetery
was nothing but a demon. Since the devil is an expert in lying, his
servants
can only act in the same way. Thus many things were added to the Holy
doctrine,
such as the holy water in the year 400, the canonisation of the
"saints" in 995, the obligatory celibacy of priests in 1074, etc.
When
this first contact with
headquarters was over, we returned to the convent, and I returned home,
where
John was far from imagining a new rut in which I had become entangled.
Every
night I went to the headquarters to learn how to pray on the tombs.
These same
prayers are also made by those who rob the graves. Our masters advised
us to
contact the dead, to give them certain gifts, only after we had beaten
them. There
were, however, graves that did not reveal their contents and did not
answer our
prayers. These were the graves of the true children of God. Those who
responded
to our requests were demons waiting for eternal condemnation. The
spirits of
the children of God do not dwell in cemeteries or in the grave.
After
my many visits, I was able to
understand certain things. Especially the true origin of holy water and
anointing oil used in Catholicism. Anointing oil is nothing but human fat.
After deodorizing it, a little olive oil is added to it. Our supreme
leader was
the pope of the cemetery. Nothing could be done before his appearance
and his
famous blessing. He was no different from the pope of the Vatican in
his
clothes and in his different gestures. Sometimes I wonder if it were
not the
same person.
At
a certain time of the year, in the
spring, I think, this pope would bless a certain amount of water that
was being
distributed to us. We would keep some of this water until the first
rains. We
then collect the water from the first rains to mix it with the one we
had kept,
in order to achieve a good mixture. This holy water was reserved for
special
occasions. It is rarely found in the stoups. I could not understand
some
things: I had a different body when I was at the cemetery. This other
body had
no deformation or malformation whatsoever.
But
when I left the cemetery, I took
back my old body full of diseases. When I pointed this out to my
superiors,
they made me understand that this was tangible proof of my definite
physical
recovery: "you will soon have this new body in the physical world.
Persevere, that you may see it fulfilled..." I didn't lack
perseverance! I
was so zealous that I received the title of deaconess, and later that
of
medium, which corresponds to the highest level for a woman. Among the
people I
used to meet were renowned bar owners or managers. They often asked us
to
increase their turnover. We delivered to them serving spirits enclosed
in
bottles that we filled with holy water. We handed these bottles to these bar
managers, being careful to tell them to pour some of this water at the
entrance
of their bar, where the customers pass. A second part of the water was
to be
poured inside, where customers drink, and the last part was to be
poured into
the sanitary facilities, especially the urinals.
The
demons locked in the bottles were
thus released and assigned to three different tasks, depending on where
they
had been released. Those
who had been released into the urinals had the task of
"transforming" the urine into consumable drinks. As
a result,
the owner was no longer required to purchase drinks. That was his
advantage.
The spirits inside the bar had to introduce other spirits into the
consumers.
Those who were released at the door were called "trumpeters." Using
their "trumpets", they would attract or call the drinkers. It must be
clear that the devil gives nothing for nothing. He gets paid for any
service
rendered, no matter how small. By keeping their stocks of drinks intact
with
the help of the demons in the urinals, all these bar owners, in return, had to give
us 500,000 souls a week. Once this transformed urine was consumed, all
sorts of
demons could enter the clients' bodies. Satan does
not need our
physical body so much. It's our spirit that he wants to take over in
order to
neutralise our will. He does, however, use his demons to occupy human
bodies,
because these demons greatly need our bodies to manifest.
Whoremongers
attract the spirits of
immorality, and liars the spirits of lies telling, who come to dwell in
them.
... As a medium, I had the power to transmit power to others. I could
teach
newcomers how to make invocations, or just show them how to go to the
headquarters. I was able to receive various mails and send them to
different
parts of the world. I knew many secrets to kill people, which I never
did. I
was even able to send spirits to bewitch a whole neighbourhood. Despite
my
ability to accomplish all these feats, once I was outside the cemetery,
I
always found myself sick and physically deformed.
After
these long attendances at the occult world, my body showed serious
signs of
weakness. Without me noticing it, the time the doctors had predicted
for me to
die was over. But I told myself that it was just a postponed agenda.
One night,
John, who had advised me to go to the priests, followed me without my
knowledge
to the convent. He calmed down when he saw me crossing the convent
gate, and
turned back. Anyway, if he'd waited, he wouldn't have seen us. To go
from
convent to the headquarters, we were already invisible. But this calm
was
short-lived, and he began to ask me specific questions about my
nightlife and
the state of my health. I feigned indignation, and he retracted and
presented
his apology. I then resolved to stop my visits to the cemetery, after
discussing the topic with my superiors. So I put an end to my
attendance at the
cemetery and took leave of the world of the secret magic of the
catholic church
without any hassle. I gave back to the priest everything he had given
me. "I
will set my face against the person who turns to
mediums and spiritists to prostitute himself by following them, and I
will cut
him off from his people."
Leviticus
20:6.
One
of the purposes of my testimony is
to let everyone know that God alone is responsible for the life of men
on
earth. After abandoning the secret magic of the catholic church, my
health
deteriorated further. In addition to the demons that manifested their
presence
through my body, the wandering spirits of the cemetery took advantage
of my
withdrawal to take up residence in me. This added an infernal dimension
to my
ills. I could hear their groans, their quarrels and their endless
complaints. I
had no rest, day or night. I was in so much pain that I lost track of
time.
When night came, I longed for the day to appear. The coolness and
calmness of
the night, far from invigorating me, amplified the noises I heard, thus
preventing any sleep. When the day came, I wanted to get to the night,
to
escape the constant hassles and troubles that filled my days.
Glory
and praise to the Lord Jesus
Christ, in whom we have peace and tranquillity, even in hard times! He
who
redeemed us by His precious blood which He shed on Mount Golgotha. This
blood
covers us and protects us from the evil one's atrocities. But at that
time I
had no knowledge of Jesus Christ or of the redemptive work done on the
cross
for my salvation. No one had told me about him yet. Everywhere I went,
everyone
defended their religion and its doctrines. Is this your case, dear
brother?
Instead of presenting Christ, are you presenting your church? Do you
present
the charism of your pastor or your religion to someone who needs Christ?
6.1-
My introduction in the rosicrucian
order
Even
before our family visit to my
village, my paternal and maternal uncles, who occupied a privileged
position
within the rosicrucian order, had me enlisted as a "dove." I was
still very young. Later, in the convent, I noticed that the priest was
practising
rosicrucianism like me. I was still at a rudimentary stage. ... After
my
abandonment of the secret catholic magic, a cousin who lived in Europe,
passing
through Lubumbashi, came to visit me. He had been told of the
mediocrity of my
health, and of the ups and downs I had endured for a hypothetical
recovery. My
cousin remained calmly at my bedside, without saying anything for a
while. Then
tears ran down from his eyes, and he said to me, "of course, I was told
about you and your health, which was not famous at all. But from there
to find
you in such a state, no, Françoise, I can't believe it..."
This
time, his tears went abundant.
This cousin was still young when he left us to go to Europe. He had
kept of me
the image of a beautiful young girl. In the face of the human remains
that I
had become, he did not have the strength to restrain himself. He said
to me,
"since the evil spirits have thus mocked your health and your body, it
would be better to use the energy that is in you to resist all these
attacks. For
this, it is in your interest that you join our philosophical movement.
There is
in every human being an active force. This force remains inactive as
long as
the person harbouring it does not activate it, simply out of ignorance.
The rosicrucian
order has a double task: to reveal this force to its possessor, and to
activate
it, with the consent of its possessor." Staring intensely at me, he
continued: "far from being a religion, the rosicrucian order is a
movement
that encompasses the metaphysical, the physical, etc. You will not need
a
baptism to access it."
I
cannot tell you all the steps taken
within the rosicrucian order, for fear of "wasting your time."
However, I will say that I went through the neophyte stage, through the
Temple,
and that I went through the lodge. A serious rosicrucian will easily
understand
what I mean. I knew prayers that could carbonize a tree or a human
being. One
day, I experimented on a chimpanzee domesticated by a couple of
childless
Westerners. The loss of this animal caused them deep sorrow that I
still regret
today. There are people who experience difficult situations when they
are in
the company of rosicrucians, because rosicrucians take them as guinea
pigs to
experiment their powers. I had reached a level where I could hear the
"voices" of plants and animals. Although I enjoyed these
extra-sensory faculties, I was not at all free. For example, I had to
be
careful not to crush ants while walking. I couldn't trample on the lawn, lest it
scolded me. I could use my astral body and get out
of my physical body.
I often used this way to go to certain places. Duplication requires a
lot of
concentration, and a lot of other horrible things. As the spirit
travels, it is
replaced in the body by a demon.
Unfortunately,
on his return, the
person's
spirit can escape, causing madness. Hence the increasing number of
lunatics
among the practitioners of these occult sciences.
When he joins, the
new adept is forced to send his picture to the command centre. This
picture
allows him to be identified by his new partners. In return, the adept
is
granted a pyramid. This pyramid can only be seen by those who have
reached the
level of the Temple and the Lodge, the others use signs or small
stickers.
There are specific rosicrucian badges, rings, chains, etc. With that,
adepts
know that they are in the presence of a "sister" or
"brother". Rosicrucians boast of having given to humanity popes,
scholars, pastors and priests. It is in reality a religion.
Rosicrucians are
religious, since they invoke demons (grand-masters and imperators) in
the
spheres of the cosmos.
The
Bible states that man was created
in the image of God. Rosicrucians have distorted this truth to the
benefit of
their science. This is what a rosicrucian monograph says: "man, taken
from
the image of God, fell at a certain moment." (This is a way of not
clearly
saying that man has sinned). "This fall has caused God to place man on
an
inferior plane." (The Bible says that sin has distanced man from his
creator). "However, man can develop himself to regain his original
state." Jesus said, "No one can come to the Father except through
me." The trivialisation of sin is commonplace in rosicrucianism.
Drunkenness is only a way of distracting oneself, while sexual
immorality is
only a small imperfection that God has allowed to satisfy someone
else's need.
Worse still, they go as far as denying the very foundation of
Christianity,
namely the death and resurrection of Jesus. To rosicrucians, Jesus
could not
rise again, since he was not dead. According to them, Christ could not
die. As
the great master of magic, he could not know death. For them, this
"christ" is the only one who has attained perfection. While according
to the Bible, Christ is perfection itself.
6.3-
I abandon the rosicrucian order
For
every rosicrucian, death is only
an end reserved for ignorant people. Death would only be the beginning
of a new
cycle of development. To explain their inability to help me, they told
me: "your last incarnation was in Hitler's
time. During this incarnation, you killed so many people that now you
have to
pay dearly for your crimes. You're paying for the crimes you committed
in your
previous life. You'll only be perfect in a future incarnation. But you
can
speed up this process by doing some studies..." The studies
in
question consisted of invoking the spirits of deceased persons in an
occult
manner: the invisible masters and the imperators. Things like mystical
oil and
water were of no use to me. Beware
of houses where the presence of
mirrors is not justified, in an office for example.
Mirrors, black masks,
and golden clothes served us during great ceremonies that took place in
great
satanic temples.
All
these stages that I went through
make you understand that I was no longer a novice at all. However, I
left the
rosicrucian order, despite my different paranormal powers, for several
reasons.
The first reason is the one you already know: my health had not
recovered and I
was still sick. The second reason came from the observation that I had
made:
only the rich had access to higher degree of knowledge in this occult
group.
Which implies that my wallet did suffer. The last reason for my departure from
rosicrucianism
was that I received a letter from my leaders one day, in which they
demanded
that I choose how I wanted to die. "If you were
ever to die, what
kind of death would you choose? Death by drowning, death by
asphyxiation, death
by suffocation, death by exhaustion or illness, death by hanging, death
through
a fight, death by accident, death by sleep, etc." This letter aroused
in
me a feeling of revolt and disgust.
I
lost all interest in rosicrucianism.
"How dare they ask me such questions, when they know the deep reasons
for
my adherence to their sect? Will I heal after I die, and do they think
I'll buy
their story of reincarnation for a new cycle? Why all these questions?
Do they
want to physically eliminate me?" Since I did not want to die, there
was
no reason for me answering their letter. I loved to live. I wanted to
live in
order to help my own, live happily! My cousin was no longer there so I
could
keep him informed of the turn of events. I therefore had the good
reflex to
stop attending meetings and to stop reading monographs. I therefore
resolved to
leave the rosicrucian order, in spite of the fact that the number of
voices I
heard had increased, and in spite of all the consequences that might
ensue. I
abandoned myself to my fate, the fate of someone without Christ.
A
friend of my older brother, informed
me of the wonders that were happening in a recent Eastern sect
established in
our country. It was Mahi-Kari. Very few people knew of its existence
and even
fewer had joined it. Although not a religion in itself, Mahi-Kari
taught a
doctrine very different from those I had known until now. Due to my
persistent
search for a hypothetical cure, I had no alternative but to embark on
this new
path, despite my various disappointments recorded in the past. I had to
buy my
membership with money, as well as the purchase of "the omitama", a
strange god with weird faculties. Why weird? First of all, because it
had to be
bought, then because it had to be transported, protected and, if
necessary,
hidden. This god was presented to me in the form of a hollow medallion
with a
piece of paper representing the effigy of a person. The deadline for my
death
had already expired, but I still had this sword hanging over my head. I
believed in everything I was asked to believe, in order to achieve my
goal,
which was only physical healing.
My
fervour was so evident that in a
short time I gained the confidence of the masters. This earned me the
title of
"light giver." What light could I transmit to others, if not a black
light full of demons? This sect also taught reincarnation, which
attracted a
growing number of followers. People came en masse because they were
told that
they had only a few opportunities, at most, to return to the Earth
before being
in harmony with their god. These different reincarnations were to free
them
from their various imperfections. Thus filled with the hope of being
reborn
soon perfect, the adepts saw themselves all permissible in this life.
Christianity gives children of God the power to dominate over creation.
On the
other hand, in Mahi-Kari, man must do everything by his own efforts and
means
to dominate nature and his fellow man. But I was quickly tired. My body
was
becoming increasingly weak and tired. When I asked why I remain sick, I
was
told it was a matter of behaviour. "These spirits come from the fifth
heaven. As soon as they're done doing what they have to do in you,
they'll let
you go free..."
Two-thirds
of the teachings we
received were about how to obtain material wealth. Questions like, "How
do
you get rich? How do you double your capital?" were common in their
meetings. Besides, I didn't believe in their god. Even a small child
could have
detected the trick. What was that god who, instead of rescuing us,
saving us,
healing and protecting us, was to be transported or hidden by us, when
it was
up to us to receive his protection and support? I didn't care about
that god
for the rich. How could a poor man have enough money to buy the
omitama? Yes,
even a small child could have detected the subterfuge. It was better
for me to
resign myself to my fate and wait calmly for death, rather than make my
soul
suffer needlessly.
However,
the idea of dying so young
grieved me greatly. I had a husband and four children that I cherished.
I was
willing to sacrifice everything for them. Why would illness dog me so
hard,
when the world was full of people who anxiously cherish to die? I
prayed to
God. I had often thought of Him only as a last resort, when my
intelligence had
exhausted any other solution. My faith began when I realised my
ignorance.
Satan had made me so ugly; my legs and feet had swollen so much that I
couldn't
wear any shoes. To put on my shoes, I had to use boxes held together
with
strings. A demon had lodged in my back and forced me to remain
permanently in
an inclined position. Even in these difficult times, when a single
glance at me
was inciting repugnance, John remained at my side.
7.1-
My first contact with Indian magic
There
is a magical occult organisation
in India, the name of which I will not mention, and which had, at that
time,
two representative offices in Africa. The first office was located in
Malawi,
while the second office was located in the city of Lubumbashi. One
afternoon,
as I was returning from the house of a relative, an unknown man asked
me: He
was the representative of the Indian magic organisation in Zaire.
"Alas!
Who are you to bear the weight of so many individuals?" I was on the
alert
to see if he was speaking to me or to another passer-by. Within myself,
I did
not fail to wonder about the identity of the person who could "see"
people whose voices I could only perceive.
I
was sure he wanted to talk about
these people. In spite of my silence, the man insisted, "Well, you, who
do
you think you are? The Queen of England? I'm talking to you! Why are
you
pretending not to hear me? Don't you know I have the ability to free
you from
all this burden? Be wise and think about it. If I help you, what do you
lose
and what do I gain? Nothing!" I was so disgusted with life that I
didn't
even have the courage to respond to those words, if only out of
politeness.
Like a robot, I continued my way.
However,
pushed by whatever force, the
unknown, far from becoming discouraged, pursued me, despite my lack of
interest. "Be wise and reasonable! I'll give you my address anyway, in
case you change your mind and want to get in touch with me!" He gave me
his address verbally and went ahead of me. Throughout his speech, I
didn't even
turn around to see what his face looked like. Continuing my journey in
silence,
I felt sorry for myself and began to cry. And I'm like, "Why was I so
rude
to that stranger? How did he 'see' those who talk to me often? If he
could see
them, he's not a layman."
When
I got home, I kept asking myself
these questions. Wasn't he right, after all? What did I have to lose,
since, in
the state I was in, everything was lost? I might as well see him again.
My
decision was made, I had to meet him! The next afternoon, I was at his
place.
From the number of vehicles I saw parked in his compound, I realised
that this
man was not just a fetish, but that he was much more than that. A
little
reassured, I entered the house.
When
he saw me, he cried from afar, as
if he were expecting my visit: "At last, here you are! Anyway, it's a
good
thing you came. You will heal from all your diseases. The most
important thing
here is not zeal or faith, but courage. You'll need a lot of courage...
I'm
going to put you through different tests. Only the results will tell
whether
you're fit or not." A little upset, because of all my past
disappointments, I replied harshly: "I don't need to do your tests! I'm
brave, I know! A few years ago, I sometimes went to the cemetery alone
at
night. Another time, always looking for my healing, I spent a night in
a river
full of toads. In sects where I've been, I've stood by and watched
without
batting an eyelid the sacrifice of some of the victims! There's nothing
wrong
with my courage!" "You may be brave, I admit. However, the orders are
that you pass your exams before anything else, and it's better to do it
first.
The rest will come later. But since it's already late, come back
tomorrow afternoon
to attend the first sessions with the others." As we walked along, we
passed through a room full of naked people, lying on the floor. In
another
room, some people seemed to be taking a lecture.
The
next day, when I returned, I was
given a pencil and a notebook to take notes. We had to memorise
sentences that
I did not understand the meaning, because they were in a foreign
language with
Oriental-sounding words. The teacher used a wand to pace the rhythm of
the
pronunciation. It is not without reason that I mention this detail. By
memorising these texts in this way, we opened ourselves to the devil
and his
demons. The devil uses the word, not only to spread his mortal message,
but
also to possess souls. For example, when a magician pronounces a magic
formula,
he uses a code that must trigger a certain mechanism. ... In the
rosicrucian
order, one could split and also speak with plants. I was now
discovering in my
new master that the devil could turn a man into an animal, a fly, a
boa, a
crocodile, a mosquito, etc. the vehicles I had seen when I arrived were
owned
by customers.
One
day, after a course, my master
told me in confidentially: "Dear Madam, in this world, there is nothing
for nothing. People who come to us don't do it for free. They must pay
a
certain price, either in cash, or in exchange for a human life, or by
doing
certain tasks. For you, don't worry, because your case is a little
special. You
don't have to pay anything, because I found you, not the other way
around.
There are people who haven't paid what they owe us. They pay for their
debts
with their freedom. They
are transformed into animals, boas, monkeys, leopards, etc., and
they are sold to zoos or circuses. It's very simple...
I transform them
into animals, and I block the process of returning to their human form
with
appropriate formulas. The victim stays for good in his condition. We
tie them
up, put them in a cage, and sell them in Uganda, Tanzania, or most
often Kenya.
The tragedy of these people who remain in animal form is that they
continue to
see and hear exactly as men, but without being able to communicate with
us!"
Courses
were drawing to an end. Then
came the time for experiments. One afternoon we were in one of the
rooms,
spacious and unfurnished. Everyone was on the floor naked, face down.
We had to
move our four limbs like a swimmer in the water. We had repeated this
exercise
several times, when the master entered the room where we were, and
ordered us
to close our eyes. He severely threatened anyone who disobeyed his
orders. He
then ordered us to recite some of the sentences we had memorised,
taking care
to pronounce each word well, and to take a breath after each sentence.
Despite
the master's prohibition, my
curiosity drove me to disobey. I wanted to know what this whole setup
was for.
Lying on the ground, instead of closing both eyes, I closed only one,
and
observed what was happening through my eye half-open. Under my
mesmerized eye,
I saw a metamorphosis happen. My Neighbour became a monster half snake,
half
man. The feet, legs and part of the trunk had already become the tail
of a
snake, while the chest, arms and head still retained their human form.
At
the sight of this scene, I lost courage
and became afraid. I wanted to run away, to flee and to go faraway. But
I
remembered the master's imprecations and the consequences that would
follow. So
I abstained and concentrated on the exercise. This took me some time
and caused
me a slight delay. I was the last one to turn into a boa. I felt a
total
weakening. Opening my eyes to see what was happening to me, I
discovered that
my whole body had taken the form of a snake. Only my head retained a
human
form! I felt dizzy the second time, when I woke up, I was an entire
snake, a
huge boa. Instead of walking, I was crawling. Instead of words, I heard
whistles like those of a snake coming out of my mouth. The whole room
was
filled with boas. Only the master, standing, had retained his human
form. I could
hear everything, and I could see everything that came into my field of
vision.
However, I could not express myself! Half an hour later, I felt like I
was
dizzy. When I regained consciousness, I found myself in my body, still
with my
diseases. I was glad to see that, in the form of a boa, I had no
deformities.
Which made me think I was cured.
I
was greatly disappointment when,
returning to my human form, I observed with bitterness that no healing
had
occurred. Three weeks later, I was able to transform myself into a boa,
a bee,
a mosquito, a crocodile, a leopard, etc. without the help of the
master. It was
very amusing. So I could forget my misfortunes. When I took the form of
a bee,
for example, I could come home, see and hear everything that was going
on there,
but I could not intervene.
The
other side of the coin was that
when a person is in the form of an animal or insect, if that animal or
insect
is killed, the person must necessarily die, not on the spot, but after
returning home. John often blamed me for my unjustified afternoon
absences. He
wanted me to explain it to him, but it was impossible for me to do so.
The
master had strictly forbidden us to reveal our secret, even to our
spouse. But
John became more and more suspicious!
One
day, he followed me without me
noticing. I only saw him at the last minute, and I had no way of
turning back
or avoiding him. So I went to my master, and explained to him that "my
husband was after me". In record time, I turned into boa. The master
had
just a second to hide my clothes in a drawer, and John burst into the
room.
"Where's my wife?" he asked. "Of what wife are you talking
about, dear sir?" Answered the master. "I am indeed talking about my
wife! The one who just walked into this room. I've been following her
from
home. She couldn't have gone anywhere else. I saw her come in here, in
this
room!" "But take a good look at the room where we are. There's only
one. This window overlooks where you came from. If your wife has come
in here,
as you dare to say, then find her! If not, apologise to me and clear
off,
because you're trespassing." I was present, but John didn't know.
Wrapped
around myself in a corner, I followed their dialogue.
At
the end, John exclaimed,
discouraged: "it is not possible, my God, it is not possible! Am I
dreaming? I followed Francoise from home to this room. What happened to
my dear
wife? I only see one boa and you here... Where the hell is my wife?"
"Are you sick or what? Am I dealing with a madman? I'm telling you to
go,
or I'm going to sue you!" John was not of a complicated temperament. He
apologised and left. I felt bad in my heart as I saw my husband's
distress.
After his departure I took back the human form and followed him home. I
found
him moody, melancholy-looking. He didn't ask me any questions, but the
way he
looked at me speaks volumes. Did he have any suspicions, or did he just
understand that his dear Françoise was none other than that boa in the
corner
of the room? For fear of losing my husband, I decided to abandon Indian
magic.
What if I lose him? What would my life be? Once I had made up my mind,
I went
to the master and said to him: "Dear master, I have been coming to
these
places for several months now, without it changing anything in my
present
state!
Ever
since he followed me here, my
husband hasn't spoken to me like he used to. It greatly pained me!
Sometimes he
looks at me funny. Tell me, master, what I have to do, so I can do it!"
He
looked at me for a while, and then he asked me, "Who could worry more
if
you were away for a long time?" "It depends on the length of my
absence." "Three days at most." "I am answerable to my
husband the most. Where are you taking me? Do you intend to sell me in
Kenya?" "But no! Don't be such an idiot! And then you forget, I
think, our instructions? Don't your questions hide your fear? Yet you
know very
well that courage is recommended to us, remember well! Bring me the
leftovers
from your husband's food and some of the dust from his right heel. It's
to
neutralise him for a couple of days." The next day I brought him what
he
had demanded. He introduced what I had brought him into a
three-quarters bottle
filled with a substance. Before closing the bottle, he pronounced my
husband's
name three times, and then he shook the bottle hard. "So, no one will
be
able to worry you for two to three days."
8-
The satanic underwater world
The
master finalised all business in
progress and then entrusted the management of his house to one of his
assistants. Shortly after, we went into the forest, away from any
habitation.
After walking several kilometres, we were exhausted. There was a
"nganda!"(A kind of campsite where hunters can rest). After
undressing me, the master made me put on a garment of raffia and tree
leaves.
We stayed there for two days without taking any food. On the third day,
he
painted me with a whitewash-based paint, of different colours, in the
manner of
the spiritualist priestesses consulted for divination, and who perform
their
rite by invoking satanic spirits. A little weakened, we dragged
ourselves to
the river that was flowing in the vicinity. There was a canoe floating
on the
water, and held to shore by a rope. He untied the rope and we took
place aboard
it.
We
followed the current, and reached a
place where the current was very strong, and the water very deep. To my
great
surprise, the master stopped the canoe at this very spot and invited me
to
dive. "This is the moment when you must show your courage. Throw
yourself
in the water!" "Excuse me?" "I say throw yourself in the
water!" Although I was fasting and weak, I still had enough lucidity to
detect the danger. "Throw yourself in the water first, and I'll go
next. We've
been together so far; how can you imagine you'll get rid of me so
easily?"
"Enough talking! We have reached a point of no return. This is not the
time for vain discussions. Dive, I command you. Time is passing, and
you're
expected." "But this is suicide! I can't swim! If you want me to
dive, move the canoe to a place where the water is shallower and less
agitated
than here. Without that, I'll never dive! Or dive first, and I'll
follow
you!" "You don't know what you're talking about, little girl! At this
point, it is practically impossible for us to back down. If I accept
your
proposition, it would be for me to sign our death warrant! We are
expected! You
may not know this, but you are ruining all your chances for healing!"
"Is my healing in the water? No, I don't want to."
Seeing
himself unable to convince me,
the master resorted to a ruse. He stared at a point behind me and
remained
calm, as if he wanted to draw my attention to something. I immediately
slackened my distrust to observe what was happening. Taking advantage
of these
few seconds, the master rushed me into the river. The contact of the
water on
my body gave me a shock, but apart from that I felt nothing. I was
surprised,
however, to find that my body was not wet, and that I could breathe
quite
freely!
The
fear of death by drowning gave way
to great surprise. The only weird feeling I had was like what you feel
in an
airplane going through an area of air holes. It lasted for a while. My
eyes
were wide open, but I found myself in complete darkness. Then I passed
out.
When I regained consciousness, it seemed to me that I was being
palpated, as if
I was being revived. When I had regained all my senses, I was moved
from the
place where I was, and I found myself in a very clean room, where it
was broad
daylight. The population of this place was largely female. I was
accompanied by
one of them, who served as my guide, and who explained to me that these
women
were in reality what men call "mermaids." They only put their
tails on when they want to get out. This tail is identical to the tail
of a
large fish. Emboldened by the courtesy of my guide, I asked her: "Are
there no men here?" "Yes, yes! We have our husbands, but they're not
like yours."
"Here,
every man has about twenty
women at least. It is not polygamy, because here it is not the man who
chooses
his wife, but rather the woman." My guide showed me the
"husbands" in question. They were giants. Each of them could reach a
size of seven to twelve meters. One of them approached me and examined
me as an
anthropologist examines a subject to be studied. He lifted me off the
ground
with one hand and began his examination. We arrived at the superiors,
who were
waiting for us. I was offered a place, and my guide retired. He who
seemed to
be the most senior spoke to me: "The great chief has great affection
for
you. He's been taking an interest in you since the time you signed your
first
pact with him, accepting your grandmother's meal.
Since
then, he's been following you
everywhere. He's the one who sent for you. Finally, here you are among
us, and
in a few moments, you can have a face-to-face with him. Think of
yourself as
privileged. All you have to do is one tiny little thing to see him. All
you
have to do is express your desire to meet him, by signing a new pact,
but
willingly this time. In this way, we will see that you can no longer
harm us or
part us company in the future. The pact is this: you will have to share
a meal
with us. In this way, you will agree to give us your father. Only then
can you
see the prince."
"What
does my father have to do
in all this? I'll never kill anyone. I came here for reasons you know
well!" "But it is only a simple sign of submission to the prince, a
sign of obedience and faithfulness. Your father's blood will testify
against
you the day you wish to part us company. Do you know that a blood pact
is more
valuable to the grand prince? And if you give your father's blood, what
a sign
of dedication, attachment and love for the master! We chose your father
because
we thought he was the best fit between your husband, your four
children, your
mother or your father. If you don't think so, you still have time to
tell us on
this list who you want to sacrifice. But the more loved the person is
to you,
the greater the value of the pact." "No!" "Think, little
girl. Don't take into account what you believe, or your present
condition. You
will have a far greater beauty than you had in your youth! You will
become very
beautiful and very rich!
Let
us talk about the wealth that
awaits you. You'll have a whole chain of stores and jewellers." "My
life doesn't matter." "Put yourself a little in my place: what would
I lose if I died now?" "But, dear madam, the great prince wants you
well! His wish is for you to be happy! He noticed your courage and
wants to
make you a great queen of Black Africa! You are the only one who could
have
earned his admiration. Show yourself worthy of such esteem from our
great
prince! Make a small gesture, and everything will change positively for
you!" Faced with such seductive language, I was about to forget the
atrocious nature of the act that was being asked of me, as well as its
consequences. But upon reflection, I did not see anything that would
allow me
to condemn my father. "What service should I still render, to deserve
so
much praise?" "Nothing, absolutely nothing! On the other hand, you
will receive great riches. Didn't I tell you at first? You will truly
become a
queen envied by all. The grand prince has sworn to make a name for you
in the
African jewellery business. It
is through this great trade of jewels
that you will serve him and allow him to continually obtain human blood
and
souls." "How
many
times do I have to tell you that I hate blood! I cannot kill. Kill me
instead,
because I won't kill any of the people on your list."
"Don't
get mad! Who told you to
kill? As a matter of fact, you'll kill no one! Just accept to eat with
us,
accept that these jewellers operate in your name, and that's it! Your
customers will be driven by lust. They will come themselves and buy
very
expensive jewels in your shops. In terms of quality, our products are
the best.
Most of your clients will become our victims. In fact, these jewels, through
innumerable complicated incantations, contain inferior spirits destined
to
serve us. When a customer buys a piece of jewellery, it's actually a
spirit
that he'll buy. Once in their home, this spirit will be able to suck
the blood
of the occupants of the house, especially that of small children,
during the night. It can also disrupt the balance of the home by sowing
discord
between spouses, without ever being worried. Everyone knows that a
marital home
where there is misunderstanding is a breeding ground for our exploits.
This
spirit can also steal money, and sow distrust between spouses." "I
can't give you my consent right now. Give me time to think."
I
made this request to have a moment
of respite, because I had had enough! "You've got all the time in the
world! Think about it, and you'll see that you risk spoiling your
chances for
mere trivialities! Because after all, your father will eventually die
one day,
with or without your help." My interlocutor led me to a kind of
corridor
that led to a room. Considering the furniture, I figured it was a
classroom.
Someone was standing on the board. I was handed over to him, he
approached me,
very sure of himself. He was acting like a lecturer in front of a new
student.
Without protocol or preamble, he told me: "if you want to rise within
our
hierarchy, it is my duty to reveal to you even the basic elements of
society,
and the basic extension of the workings of our powers." After he had
instructed me on all these things, he gave me a kind of lens that I had
to put
on my eyes. He scrolled in front of me on a screen people wearing
badges or
figurines, on their face or chest. Among these badges were, for
example, the
pentacle, a five-pointed star used by occultists in their incantations.
Each
drawing represented a certain kind of spirit. They were differentiated
by their
colours, which covered the entire spectrum.
My
instructor showed me on the screen
a man wearing a black crown on his chest. He told me that he was a
sorcerer:
"the colour tells us that he is still in his starting stage. We do
not record all colours, especially white, red and yellow. We use their
derivatives instead. You see that man with the bluish ring on his
mouth? He's a
thief, and a liar too, whose colour is dark blue. A fetishist is
identified by
an inverted isosceles triangle. An immoral man wears a pink circle
around his
chest." Drunkenness, whatever the product that caused it, beer,
alcohol,
hemp or drugs, was characterised by the same colour. As the images
passed
through the screen, I noticed that my interlocutor let some of them
pass
without giving any explanation. The peculiarity of these people was
that they
were all without drawing or geometric figure of varied colour. Later, I
understood that these people surrounded by fire were born again
Christians. The
devil could do nothing against them directly. At the end of the course,
my
instructor handed me over to the person who had brought me to him. When
he saw
me, he insisted that I sacrifice my father.
I
expressed my disagreement by
remaining impassive! This annoyed my interlocutor. He got angry and
gave order
that I be persuaded to accept. Two other people took me to a very
different
place from the previous ones. They said to me: "The great prince holds
you
in high esteem. He doesn't want to compel you to agree to serve him.
Given the
qualities that are in you, he wants you to accept to serve him of your
own free
will. Be smart, and take advantage of the opportunity offered to you
now. Don't
forget that even if you persist in refusing, it is impossible for you
to part
us company now that you have learned the basic elements of our
organisation.
You're one of us!" "Let my father die of his natural death, for I
will not kill him. As for me and what might happen to me, I don't give
a
damn!" "If we wanted to kill you, we would have. You would have died
the day the two spirits who served you had enough and claimed their
freedom.
You would have died too the day you decided to leave the cemeteries!
The great
prince believes you will be useful to him alive than dead."
The
man turned to show me two white
men. He asked me if I knew them. Since I didn't answer, he told me that
they
were the ones who had served me since I was eight. "They followed you
everywhere you went. At present, there are fifty-two like them at your
service.
The time has finally come for you to see and admire them! For too long,
you've
only heard their voices!" I then saw the fifty-two characters. Everyone
comes up by answering "present!" to the call that was made before me.
"If you give your consent, you will be a princess, and thousands will
serve you!"
Accompanied
by all my followers, I was
escorted back to my first interlocutor. As if he had attended our
conversation,
he said to me: "You are lucky to still be alive after such an affront!
I
do not see what the great prince finds special in you! You will
therefore go
back home. However, we will see to it that you comply with our
demands."
Without saying a word more, he took me back to the place where I had
entered
their home, to the underwater spiritual world. As soon as we reached
our
objective, I was stopped and given a rounded, transparent object, about
16
centimetres in diameter.
I
asked what it was and what it was
for, but I was told to ask these questions to the person who brought me
there.
I took the object, hoping that it was the solution to my problem, and
that it
might be a way to regain health. Under the water, my body didn't hurt
me, but
all the deformations caused by the disease were still visible. Nothing
had been
done for my healing yet. In the "machine" that was lifting me up, I
felt again the same sensations as during my descent, but in reverse
order. Once
on the surface, my hands grabbed the edge of the canoe, allowing me to
emerge
from the water. I breathed a breath of fresh air, which gave me intense
well-being.
I
was back to reality, in the open
air! The magician was standing in the canoe. He helped me get on board.
Turning
my gaze from left to right, I concluded that my absence had lasted only
a few
minutes. Apart from one person sitting on the bank, nothing had
changed. As the
canoe approached the bank, I realised that the person on the bank was
none
other than my husband, John! It was the last I expected to find in this
place!
But, instead of frustrating me, the presence of my husband
reinvigorated me.
I
couldn’t keep calm! The loneliness
and the recent events had created in me the need to be in the presence
of a
loved one. All joyful, I ran to throw myself in his arms. Leaning on
his
shoulder, I lost courage and began to cry. John remained impassive,
without a
word. He turned to the magician and said, "Is this a resurrected or my
wife?" "This is your wife! There must be some secrets between you,
right? Now is the time to know it!" "There's no need, my wife can't
live underwater! Who can live underwater?" Understanding what is at
stake,
I think it was high time that I intervened. "It's me, John! Remember,
the
day we met, the first word you said to me!" I recalled our common
memories. These words seemed to appease John. But what had happened for
him to
be here? Did the incantations fail to act? Did the magician lie to me,
or did
he get scared after my dive, and went to tell my husband? On the way
back, John
explained to me that the magician had come to find him the day before,
telling him
that I needed him. He continued, "I could not doubt his words, for you
had
told me nothing of your destination.
I
followed him without hesitation,
fearing that something might have happened to you. Ever since I sat
where you
found me, all I've done is look where he showed me that you had fallen."
"I
will explain everything in detail." I realised that I had been
underwater
for three days and two nights! Was that possible? Was it the magician
who went
to find my husband? Only the master could answer all these questions.
Finally,
remembering the latter's presence, I asked him what the ball-shaped
object
could be used for. Seeing the ball, without any answer, my master
prostrated
himself three times, without any concern for the presence of my
husband. He
said to me: "Madam, thanks to this magic ball, you now occupy a rank
seven
times higher than mine. From now on, all your desires will be orders. I
can't
teach you anymore." At these words, I felt as emptied. All hope of
healing
collapsed like a house of cards. Irritated, I threw the ball on the
ground. It
broke into a thousand pieces. The master was stunned. "Why madam did
you
do that?" Afraid of the consequences I might suffer for destroying the
magic ball, the master fled. I haven't seen him since that day. Leaning
on my
husband's shoulder, I began to cry over my fate. My husband didn't ask
me any
questions. He truly sympathised with my grief. Tired and loaded, we
headed to
our home.
Once
at home, the living room door
opened itself, to our great surprise. As soon as we entered, a voice
greeted
us, in our own house, and asked us to enter the bedroom. Followed by my
husband, we went in to discover a magic ball identical to the one I had
just
broken. A voice came out of the magic ball and ordered us to sit down.
We were
already obeying order when the same voice ordered that I be left alone,
that is
to say that my husband should leave. I opposed this order, but John
came out of
his own accord. A piece of paper came out of the ground. There was
something
written on it that I was asked to read.
At
first glance, I noticed that it was
a list of fifty-two names. Every time I read a name on the list, a
voice would
say, "present!" in the manner of schoolchildren. In an authoritarian
tone, the voice continued and said to me: "Since you broke the first
ball,
this one is unbreakable! Our former covenants are still in force. To
help you
make a quick deal with us, the ball will provide you with money,
jewellery, and
groceries, like white and black chickens. You will eat these chickens
when
hunger strikes your home. Or you can get the money, and go to the
market
yourself, which will be the same..."
Despite
this, I refused to get food or
money in this way. My family members were "well-off," yet they began
to avoid me. The devil made sure there was no compassion in those who
knew us.
If a rich relative visited us, he could feel sorry for us or even cry,
but his
heart remained cold, and he did not help us materially. For some time
now, my
husband's debts had risen sharply. It was suffering, starvation, and
misery in
the home. I was reduced to begging for some food.
My
life was a nightmare. Fasting and
privation had made me even weaker. John, who for a long time kept
silent, began
to show certain signs of discontent and anxiety. One day, he wanted me
to
explain to him where the money that was in our room came from and why
we could
not use it. He could not understand why we were experiencing famine,
when we
had food in the house. I always told him that he had to wait until the
right
time for me to explain the situation to him.
But
on that day, I resolved to tell
him the truth. I explained to him that when I was underwater, demons
had
demanded my father's death in exchange for my healing. I had to agree
to have a
meal with them so my father would die. I told him that I had refused in
the
hope that they would come after me alone, and that they would leave
mine alone.
But they didn't want my life. To force me to make a deal with them,
they had
deprived us of everything, hoping to force us to use their products. "I
beg you, John, if you really want us to use this money and this food,
accept to
sign a pact yourself where you would sacrifice the members of your own
family..." "How does this money relate to my family members? What have
they
got to do with this?" You must understand that this money did not come
alone. Spirits brought them to us... So you know everything. Agree to
sign, but
I want you to know that your father will die first. In response, John
remained
speechless for a relatively long time, before concluding: "I
understand."
9.1-
Spirits materialise themselves
During
all the time that I was in
contact with demons, my husband could hear their voices, but he didn't
see
them. One afternoon, we returned from a visit, in search of some
supplies for
the house. I stood by the side of the road to take a breath, as I was
completely exhausted. A car stopped about ten metres from where we
were. The
driver, a European, wearing dark blue trousers and a light blue shirt
with
short sleeves, wearing black glasses, and a cigarette in his mouth,
signalled
to me to approach. The way he called me, I identified him as one of the
spirits
who followed me. Although I recognised him, I pretended not to have
seen or
heard anything. He, on the other hand, as if he wanted to be noticed,
persisted
in honking at me while making gestures. Displeased with jealousy, I
think, my
husband was ironic and said, "You're not going to let him honk forever!
Don't you ever have the courage to tell your lovers that you're
married, so
they don't call you in my presence?"
Taken
by a feeling of anger, then of
great pity towards my husband, I smiled weakly, despite the presence of
the
white man. "You men ...! Do you believe, John, that this man could be
my
lover? Do you think that kind of guy could run out of beautiful women
to agree
to take me as his mistress, in my present condition?" "Yet here he
is, waiting for you!" "He is not my lover for the simple reason that
he is not of this world. This guy is not a human being!" "How, is he
not a human being ...? Are Europeans not men?" "If you do not believe
what I say, go near him and you will find out for yourself." For once,
John behaved like a man. He boldly stepped towards the vehicle. As he
approached, when he was about two meters away, the driver sped off.
After
driving less than five meters, the car disappeared, to my husband's
great
surprise. He stood there, completely perplexed. I read on my husband's
face a
total discouragement, an infinite despair, he stuttered: "Thus, the
voices
we hear come from these whites..."
Although
sharing the same bed, it was
a long time since we had sex, my husband and I. One night, John wanted
to claim
his right over my body. It was then that blows were fired from
everywhere,
blows which were administered to him by invisible adversaries. He was
instructed not to set foot in the bedroom for fear of severe
punishment. In
spite of these injunctions, John preferred to face death, rather than
abandon
me. But every time he tried to get through the bedroom door, he was
violently
assaulted. They punched him hard. I felt sorry for my husband, but
there was
nothing I could do to help him. On the other hand, he did not admit
defeat.
Driven by the love of his Françoise, he did what seemed good to him, in
order
to help me. Without revealing his plan, he went to the Catholic priests
and
invited them to come and exorcise the house. Indeed, it was no secret
that
there were noises in the house, even in the absence of occupants. The
voices of
many people were sometimes audible, even by neighbours.
Two
days later, a priest presented
himself with two acolytes equipped with the instruments necessary for
the
exercise of their mission, that is to say, to exorcise the house and
its
occupants. The celebration of the Eucharist was to take place last, as
a sign
of thanksgiving in my favour. In addition to the priest and the two
servants,
my husband and our four children and I were present at the ceremony.
The mass
began at ten forty. All went well, until we noticed confusion in the
priest. He
still had his arms raised, holding in his hands the chalice containing
the wine
transformed into "the blood of christ," when a wind from some unknown
place began to blow violently sweeping away everything in his path.
The
power of this wind ripped the
chalice from the priest's hands, and caused all the objects on the
improvised
altar to fall. We were all forced to remain crouched, so as not to be
beaten by
invisible beings. Despite our position of humility, the situation
became
increasingly untenable. We found a little respite only in flight, the
priest
first, with his acolytes, followed by the children and their father.
Everyone
found their salvation only in a mad rush worthy of the apocalyptic
times.
The
priest found himself outside with
his clothes all torn. As for me, I sat in the same place. As the
hurricane was
in full swing, someone whispered in my ear: "Stay calm, you are not
concerned!" After the priest had fled, someone came to me and said,
"You are lucky that we did not inform you of the consequences of these
people
coming here. Know that the day they set foot in your house again, we
will
inflict on you a punishment that you will not risk forgetting all your
life!" I told my husband about the warning of demons. We did not expect
that the priests would still be able to come to us, given the
mistreatment they
had suffered from the demons during their previous visits.
My
husband and I thought it was
pointless to ask them not to come back. However, the priest who had
been
expelled did not admit defeat. Far from giving up, he went to find a
more
experienced colleague. He did not want to let the image of his
congregation be
tarnished. About a week later, to our great surprise, we saw an older
priest
come. He told us he was coming to exorcise the house. We could not stop
him,
for several reasons.
No
one in our house asked him to come.
Given the advanced age of this priest, we thought he should have more
experience. Finally, we still had a slight hope. It was almost the same
scenario as the previous time. At the time of the consecration, just as
the
priest was saying these words: "Do this in remembrance..." there was
a loud noise. It was the sound of a masterful slap on the priest's
right cheek.
The latter staggered and stumbled, but took the blow. He managed to
keep his balance
and not fall. It looked like a wobbly column, ready to fall. He began
to speak
words in an incomprehensible language.
As
an answer to what I thought was a
prayer, an even stronger wind than the previous time began to blow and
carried
away everything. The old priest ran away without wasting any time.
These two
consecutive failures made me think that these priests, or at least the
members
of this congregation, were unable to drive out evil spirits. They were
clearly
not entitled to take this prerogative of exorcism. With some slight
difference,
these failures resemble what is written in the Book of the Acts of the
Apostles
19:13-17.
We
remained helpless, frustrated and
resigned to our fate, waiting to receive the punishment promised by the
demons,
the punishment that was to fall upon us. I was tired of waiting for a
utopian
cure that never came. I thought the best solution was still death. I
wanted to
die alone, so that my husband and my children would be spared. But we
could
only assume the nature of the punishment, since the demons had not yet
contacted us. A voice of someone who stood by me said to me, as if he
did not
want to let us languish too much: "A word to a wise is sufficient...
Tomorrow, at noon, you will learn of the punishment..." I in turn
informed
my husband of the threat of these demons. He lost his calmness and
began to
cry. To console him, I told him not to worry too much about his fate.
They were
after me, not my family. I reminded him that they could do nothing
against my
father, for I had not given in to their intimidation. These words gave
courage
to my husband, who said nothing more. The next day, after breakfast,
John
wanted to take our youngest son to the hairdresser.
He
went to the children's room, where
he thought he would find them playing after lunch, but he found no one.
He went
to the kitchen, where they had their meal. Before pushing the door, he
had the
feeling that a great misfortune had fallen upon his life. The first
thing that
struck him was the silence of the place. Everything was perfectly calm!
Pushing
the door, he discovered a macabre scene: five bodies were lying on the
floor,
the five corpses of our children and our servant. Each body was lying
next to
its plate. The meal was half-eaten... No doubt was possible. He didn't
even
have to do an autopsy. Everything indicated a death by poisoning. But
who could
have poisoned the children's food, since even the servant was dead?
When was
the poison deposited, since these same foods were also served to us?
Then the
words of the devil the night before came to my mind, and I became
unconscious.
It was noon when I learned of the death of my children.
They
kept their word! It was a
punishment I had to remember my whole life. Who can forget the loss of
their four
children in one day? My children, my dearest children, removed in one
day from
the face of the Earth! I was touched by what I held most precious in
the
world... I let myself go into despair. I could not imagine how far the
retribution of the murderers of my children could go. I was more dead
than
alive. After this mourning, John's parents agreed to separate me from
their
son. It was a great shock for me to lose, in less than a year, those
who were
most precious to me in the world! My husband did not immediately obey
his
parents' orders, but he eventually gave in. The annoyances caused by
the
demons, and other difficulties, ended up pushing down the little
resistance
that remained. One night, John left to come back no more. Later, he
remarried,
but I knew he still loved me. He began to drink and to smoke
excessively. Three
years after his forced separation, he succumbed to a lung disease.
Although I
had not yet received God's salvation at that time, I had forgiven him.
I knew
it wasn't John's fault that he had run away from demons’ harassment. I
blamed
him for nothing.
Now
that I was abandoned to myself,
the demons could find in me a propitious ground for action. Knowing
that I now
had little to lose, the demons changed their tactics towards me. They
became
courteous in their way of communicating with me, sometimes even kind.
They used
me more and more during this period. I became their wife. Evil spirits cannot breed
between
themselves. This is how they always need human beings to multiply
themselves,
and to successfully carry out the great campaign of seduction of
humanity
organised by satan. The
union between a human being and an evil spirit gives birth to a
monster that is half-human and half-animal. These spirits can only
perish by
burning, by the invocation of the fire of heaven upon them.
However,
fallen angels do not perish in this manner. If they have taken up
residence in
a human body, they can be expelled or dislodged by the Holy Spirit,
when we
invoke the name of Jesus Christ. Matthew 12:28.
Being
alone in the house, I became the
wife of many demons. Two to three times a week, I gave birth to these
monstrous
children. I fed them for two or three days, and that was enough for
them. Then
I took care of the others. I tell you what I have experienced, in order
to
bring these things to light, for the glory of my Saviour! Jesus Christ
has come
to destroy the works of the devil. Now, satan's greatest work is to
keep us
away from God, to prevent us from knowing God and his Son Jesus Christ.
... If
a human being had accidentally entered the room where I was, he could
not have
seen anyone but me, while legions of demons were bustling around me!
All a
visitor could have seen was that my breasts were swollen like those of
a nursing
woman. I did not bathe myself, they washed me. I didn't do the cooking
or the
market, they did it for me. I didn't know where the food came from. Can
you
imagine a woman whose hair would braid itself, or who would eat
invisible food?
This was my case. Oh, my God, let not my mouth cease to praise Your
greatness,
Your strength, and Your omnipotence, forever and ever, amen.
Beloved,
you should know that
satanists and those who practice certain occult sciences use a
vocabulary
different from ours. Thus, for example, bars, night clubs, dance halls,
hotels,
etc. are their "shops". ... I
can't imagine people who call themselves
"Christian" running or owning bars, hotels, night clubs, etc.
that's insane! ... If
God would allow us
to see what is happening in our universe, I am not sure that there
would be
many brave people to go for a walk in broad daylight in some places!
There are
many things happening that God, in his love, does not want us to see. Imagine
a huge toad urinating in a consumer's drink in a bar, while the latter
thinks
they are being given more to drink! The consumer
sees nothing of what
happens in the invisible. How would we react if we saw huge orang-utans
flying
in the sky in broad daylight? Everyone would run! These things are
really
happening. Let us praise the Lord for having hidden these things from
our eyes!
All
this time, no member of my family
had come to see me, even though they knew everything that had happened
to me.
But one day, my father came to visit me. I don't know if anyone went to
warn
him. There he came, a Bible in the hand. When he was on the threshold
of the
house, a voice ordered him out. As he tried, perplexed, to understand
where
this voice came from, he received a blow on his head and he fell. My
heart
ached very much when I saw my dear dad stand up with difficulty while
staring
at me in astonishment. I was sitting in a chair and I started to cry.
From the
moment I saw my father in the doorway, I was speechless. It was hard
for me to
produce any sound. I wanted to shout to warn him to stay away from me,
but I
remained silent. Again, the voice of a demon thundered as he spoke to
my
father: "Get out, it’s a command! Go out first, throw away what you
hold
in your hand, and then you'll say what brings you here!" My father
walked
backwards to the door. Once outside, he turned his head in my
direction, then
looked at his Bible. Then he made up his mind. He did not throw away
the Bible,
but put it on the ground. He stepped forward to enter, but was ordered
to
kneel. I saw a tear run down my dad's cheek!
He
knelt down and began to crawl
towards me. When he got close to me, he held out his hands to hug me.
That's
when I was lifted from the ground. "Don't touch her!" Thundered a
voice. My father was a pastor of a great Lutheran Church. When I saw
him
coming, I had a renewed hope, because he had to occupy the privileged
position
of someone who knows the will of God. Since the priests had failed, the
pastors
could only succeed! In this case, my father could only do better! But
seeing
him on his knees, crawling like a worm, obeying the orders of those who
had
asked his death so that I could heal, I lost all hope of healing one
day. Still
kneeling, instead of praying to God and invoking the name of the Lord
Jesus
Christ and the presence of the Holy Spirit, my father began to invoke
the
spirits of his ancestors, calling their names one after the other. This
occult
prayer appeased or seemed to appease the demons. My chair went back to
the
ground.
When
my father saw this, he boldly
demanded that the spirits of his pagan ancestors take me along with
him. The
demons told him that this was impossible. - She'll die along the way!
We'll
kill her! She won't live! Eventually, my father had the upper hand and
managed
to get me out. If the evil spirits that held me captive gave in to my
father's
demands, it was because the spirits he had invoked were of a higher
rank than
their own. They had more rights over me, because of blood ties and
family ties.
My father had pursued his monologue until the evening, and the demons
had
released their hold on me, to the point that I could move easily. After
my
father took me to his house, he summoned the members of the family that
evening
to decide on my situation. They all resolved to take me to the greatest
fetishist they knew, not far from my native village.
9.7-
At the fetishist’s of Kandelungu
In
our society, women occupy the
second position. Thus there is a long list of prohibitions for women.
Some
people go so far as not to include women in traditional practices. This
was the
case of the fetishist my father had contacted to have his beloved
daughter
exorcised. At first, and in order to increase the stakes, the fetishist
refused
to take care of my case, simply because I was a woman. He had never
cured a
woman. He said, "To bring a woman here is an insult to us!" But he
added: "However, considering your reputation as a pastor, I will do you
this little favour, provided that you have the means to appease the
spirits
irritated by this affront. In addition to the money, you'll have to
bring me
twelve goats." The proximity of our native village meant that the
collection of the goats was carried out without great problems. A large
sum of
money was also given to the fetishist, in addition to the goats. I was
accompanied by my father and my little sister, and also by countless
demons,
who instructed me to turn back and flee. We went to the fetishist
towards
evening.
The
next morning, I was given a drink
in a jar. It was a drug, because after having consumed it, my whole
body
weakened and I lost consciousness, I was deposited unconscious in a
hole of one
meter fifty deep, one meter eighty long, and fifty centimetres wide.
The hole
was covered with tree trunks, branches and foliage, and then with earth
above.
A big fire was lit on this hole, while I was inside. A group of dancers
stood
around the fire. Carried away by drums, the dancers embarked on a
ritual dance
with frenzied rhythm. At that moment, the master of the place, the
witch
doctor, came on the scene. He left his "laboratory" (a hut built a
little apart from the others, which housed his fetishes as well as
other
objects necessary for the performance of his duties), adorned with a
ceremonial
dress with shimmering colours, and holding a spear in his right hand.
He
made his appearance while dancing,
and approached the covered hole in which I was, unconscious. After
taking a few
steps of the ritual dance around the fire, he thrust his spear into the
fire. A
cry sprung from the fire: "Hey!" When he pulled out his spear from
the fire, it was all soaked with blood. The fetishist exclaimed: "One
less!" And he began to dance again. He thrust his spear a second time
into
the fire. A second cry sprung from the fire: "Hey!" He pulled out his
lance stained with blood again. Happy to see the efficiency of his art,
he
exclaimed: "Two less!" Then he threw in the direction of my father:
"We will have them all, the persecutors of your daughter, their blood
on
my spear is a good sign!" The old man began to dance again. When he
tried
to thrust his spear for the third time into the fire, a shout burst
forth
again, not in the fire this time, but in the audience, among the
onlookers who
gathered for the occasion: "Oh fire! The hut is burning!" Converging
their gaze in the direction indicated by the onlooker, the assistants
saw that
the little hut from which the old man had come out earlier was on fire.
The
flames tended to spread to other dwellings.
With
astonishing rapidity for his age,
the fetishist made his way towards the flames. He nearly burned
himself, but he
was restrained. He couldn't get anything out of his burning hut. The
fire was,
however, brought under control, despite the loss of the "laboratory"
and all its contents. The other houses were spared. When asked who had
set fire
to the laboratory, the old man, angry, explained that it was not a man
who had
set fire to his hut, but the spirits, who had rebelled because he had
agreed to
treat a woman! - Get your daughter out of here and go! You killed me!
I'm dead!
I don't want to see you! Go away!
Still
unconscious, I was carried out
of the hole and was taken away. Though he did not honour his contract,
the
fetishist did not return anything to my father, neither a goat, nor a
single
penny! The fact that my father was driven off gave me lost hope. The
demons
made fun of me. They kept telling me that they were the ones who had
the last
word. For them, if I wanted to achieve salvation, I had to decide to
kill my
father. After this last failure, I knew that I only had one thing to
do: kill
myself! I thought, "Since they don't have the courage to kill me, I'll
do
it for them. My father will be spared." It wasn't stoicism on my part,
it was
paternal love. Since I had lost everything, I might as well preserve
the one
who had fathered me.
I
was thinking about how to carry out
my evil plan, but the Lord had another plan for me. The day I decided
to poison
myself, my father came to tell me that he was considering taking me to
Tanzania
as soon as possible. According to an announcement from radio Tanzania,
there
was a great spiritual awakening in that country. The Lord worked
miracles as in
biblical times. The deaf heard, the blind received their sight, the
lame
walked, and those who were possessed by unclean spirits were delivered
by the
Word of God. My father said, "I've decided to take you there in a week,
my
daughter. We will use this week to prepare." Two days before we left, a
relative
brought a woman to my father, and asked her to tell her story. She did
so
voluntarily.
-
Papa preacher, I don't know if you
recognise me? I'm the one who was mad, and was walking around
half-naked in
this village. (Since our visit to the fetishist, we had not returned to
Lubumbashi. We had retired to our home village.) Less than a week ago,
a niece
married in Kasongo (capital area located 90 km from Shabunda, our
village) came
to pick me up to take me there. The pastor of the Assembly of God in
Kasongo
had invited a couple of evangelists from Kinshasa. This couple prays to
God in
an original way. For example, they cast out demons in the name of
Jesus. Many
who were demon-possessed like me were delivered thanks to the prayer of
this
couple. When this cousin (she named the person who had brought her)
informed me
of your intention to go to Tanzania, I did not hesitate for a moment to
come to
you and tell you to go to Kasongo instead. If you agree to go, I'm
ready to go
with you. I'm sure the God of this couple will deliver your daughter as
he did
for me.
The
demons didn't want me to go to
Kasongo. They told me that they would do whatever they could to stop me
from
going. So they paralyzed both legs, preventing me from standing. The
sister
carried me on her back, and we could continue our way to Kasongo. We
were a
group of six people: My father, three cousins, the woman who told us
this news,
and me. In my area, trips are made on foot. Not that we lacked road
infrastructure, but we could not afford to wait for a car, given the
scarcity
of vehicles in that part of the country. Continuing our arduous walk,
we
stopped to rest in a village, after having walked for at least twenty
kilometres. We ran into a woman from Kasongo. She carried a child on
her back
and glorified the Lord by singing hymns of praise. My father, who
wanted to
know the reason for her excitement, questioned her.
The
woman tells us this: My daughter
was deaf for a long time. I come from Kasongo, where a man and a woman
from
Kinshasa prayed to God for my daughter to hear. Just after their
prayer, I
called my child, and she answered me. You cannot imagine what joy is
mine! I
wanted to thank them for what they had done, but they told me that they
were
only instruments used by God, and that it was to God that I had to give
glory.
Since then, I have only been thanking Him for the healing of my
daughter. That's
why you see me singing, all joyful. People say they plan to return
soon. It
seems like they have yet to stay a week. I’m now going to look for my
little
brother who lost his sight at a young age. It would be a great thing
for him to
recover his sight!
During
the whole time that this woman
was talking, the voices kept telling me that she was lying: "She's
lying,
she's lying, do not listen to her, let's go back, do not go!" My father
said to me: - Françoise, it is God who sends us these people to help
us. Take
courage and hurry up, otherwise, if we hang out, we risk missing them!
At that
moment the demons nailed my father to the ground. He had a kind of
sudden cramp
that forced him to lie down. It was impossible to advance. The
paralysis that
had prevented me from walking had been passed on to my father! The
demons said
to me, "Since he's the one who wants to take you there, we'll see how
he
goes about it!" I fell sobbing into my father's arms, all disheartened.
He
encouraged me to continue the
journey without him: "This rheumatism crisis could not choose such a
good
time to beat me! With a little rest, one day at most, I will be
restored. The
pain will be less strong than now. Since you can walk now, take
courage, my
daughter, and go find those people that this woman told us about
earlier, I'll
join you as soon as possible, do not worry about me, it will pass!"
Then,
turning to his nephew, he said, "Take care of your sister!"
Beloved
of the Lord, it is by faith
that I made this distance without taking into account all that my
tenants told
me. I was walking slowly staggering. Every ten kilometres, we rested to
breathe. The disease had weakened me greatly. The deprivations, added
to the
troubles of demons, had accompanied me on my long road to healing.
There was
only about a day's walk left, when the demons took away the use of the
word,
preventing me from communicating with the outside world...
10-
Rest of the testimony reported by Kapena Cibwabwa
Although
I have repeatedly heard
sister Lutala testify, I could not put this testimony in writing
without
questioning eyewitnesses, the very actors God used for her deliverance:
Brother
M'Pongo Moses, and sister Philomène Kaseka.
Kapena
Cibwabwa (K.C.):
Pastor M'Pongo, according to sister Lutala, you are one of the two
people whom
the Lord used for her deliverance. Can you tell us how God asked you to
do this
work?
Pastor
M'pongo Moïse (M. M.):
Thank you, my beloved brother Kapena, for the opportunity you give me
to talk
about this great work, for the first time after so many years. It was
through
prophecy that God had asked us to intervene. Around the month of May
1983, I
was in Masina, in the Sans Fil neighbourhood, where I ran a local
church. I
often went to the Chic neighbourhood of Righini in the Lemba area,
where my
sister in Christ Philomène Kaseka lived, to visit her. On May 19th,
after a long absence, I went to visit her at home. She welcomed me with
these
words: "Be blessed, my brother, since you are sent by God. Two days
ago,
the Lord spoke to me in a night vision. In this vision, I saw the
political map
of my country, Zaire, followed by a close-up of the Kivu region. I
noticed that
there was a big snake wrapped around one of the sub-regions, that of
Maniema. I
asked the Lord what it meant.
The
Lord gave me the interpretation of
the vision: the great serpent that you see is the devil. He's seducing
a lot of
people in this part of the country. If I have shown you these things,
it is
because I have an important mission to entrust to you. Go down to that
place
quickly to glorify my Name!" I answered the Lord, "But I'm a woman!
Your word forbids me to take authority over a man. (1Timothy 2:12).
There are
not only women in that sub-region!" The Lord said to me, "You will
not go alone. In two days I will send you my servant, M'pongo Moïse.
It'll be a
sign from Me. Make sure you pay his transportation fare." I received
this
message on May 17th. Two days later, as the Most
High told me, here
you are, after having disappeared for I don't know how long!
After
hearing sister Philomène, I
asked her to give me some time to pray. Not that I doubt her words, but
simply
to get in the mood of the Holy Spirit. I made a fast of two days, at
the end of
which God confirmed the prophecy by putting in me a strong conviction.
Sister
Philomène was sure of my agreement. Without consulting me, she had
already
purchased two flight tickets, Kinshasa-Kindu, on May 20, 1983. Two days
after
my conversation with her, on May 21st, I went to
Righini early in
the morning. I took all my travel stuff with me. My decision was to
return only
after the prophecy was fulfilled. "Are you ready for the trip?" she
said to me, welcoming me when I arrived at her home. "What trip? I
don't
have a ticket." "Everything is settled, by the grace of God. We have
the tickets. Standup! Let's go to the airport!"
K. C.:
Once in Kindu, did you
have a drop point to start your services?
M. M.:
In Kasongo there lived a
pastor who knew us from the time of our prayer group located on 9th
Street in Kinshasa-Limete. God knows how to fix things, brother. This
pastor
was the legal representative of all the Assemblies of God in the
sub-region!
Since he knew us as servants of God, he did not object to our request
to work
in the church entrusted to him. ... We had three days of fasting and
prayer. We
started with biblical seminars in the churches before we started with
evangelisation crusades. God glorified the name of His Son through our
ministry
there. There were many miracles: the lame walked, the deaf heard, the
blind
received their sight, those who were possessed by unclean spirits were
delivered. This latter category was the most numerous.
K. C.:
If I understand correctly,
it was during this period that you became acquainted with sister Lutala
Françoise? Could you enlighten the readers on the circumstances in
which you
knew her, and give her physical description?
M. M.:
Well, brother, God bless
you for the question! Among those whom the Lord had delivered through
our
ministry was a young woman from Shabunda, which is also the area of
origin of
sister Lutala. This sister had been delivered from an unclean spirit
that had tormented
her for a long time. When she returned home, she informed Lutala's
parents of
what the Lord had done in her life. She did not fail to tell them that
we were
in Kasongo, about 90 kilometers away. Based on her own experience, she
convinced Lutala's parents to take her, not to Tanzania, but to Kasongo
where
we were.
One
Sunday evening, Pastor Sansaku,
our host, sister Philomène Kaseka, and I, returned from Mitende, a town
7 km
from Kasongo, where we had preached the Word of God in one of the
parishes of
Assemblies of God. After walking this distance on foot, to and from, we
were
very tired. When we arrived in Kasongo, we found a group of one man and
four
women. One of them caught my attention. She was very skinny. She had
tousled
and dirty hair. Her eyes were swollen and her look was haggard. In
spite of her
thinness, her breast was very swollen, like a woman who is
breastfeeding. She
was wearing a very dirty ragged dress. Her legs and feet were so
swollen that
it did not need a doctor to diagnose an elephantiasis. Truly, she had
the
appearance of a mad person. I learned later that this group was from
Shabunda.
I do not know how long they had to walk that distance on foot. It was
Sunday,
June 10, 1983.
K. C.:
Until then, you did not
know the motive of their visit?
M. M.:
Seeing the person I just
described, I quickly realised that she needed a prayer of deliverance.
In view
of the lateness of the hour and the tiredness of my body, I murmured
within
myself: "Why not wait until tomorrow for the deliverance of this
woman?" Then the Holy Spirit clearly said to me, "Why do you want to
compromise my work?" Convinced of the Lord's support, I asked my
traveling
companion to engage a discussion with the new comer on repentance and
the
forgiveness of sins, the time to withdraw to ask not the will, but the
guidance
of the Lord.
Indeed,
my younger brother Kapena, the
service of deliverance requires much prayer (Mark 9:29). I joined
sister
Philomena when my prayer was over. In turn, she retired to pray. While
waiting
for her return to begin the prayer of deliverance, I undertook to sound
out
sister Lutala. I asked her some questions about the Word of God. Her
answers
showed fierce resistance to the Word of God. The Holy Spirit forbad me
to keep
asking her questions. I quickly understood that she was not the one
answering,
but the evil spirits in her. Unable to get anything out of her, I
turned to
those who had brought her. I asked them to tell me a little about her.
[...]
Sister
Philomène returned, and
together we began the prayer of deliverance. ... Seeing the advanced
state of
possession of Lutala, I had the idea to ask the crowd to back out, lest
the
evil spirits, once driven out of the body of Lutala, should enter into
the many
pagans who were in the crowd. I speak well of pagans, since true
children of
God are covered by the blood of the Lamb of God. As the crowd refused
to move
away, I remained calm, and I had the idea of taking Lutala a little
further
away for her deliverance...
10.2-
Water baptism by immersion
The
thought of having to abandon our sister worried us. We did not want to
leave a
new convert to the Lord without proper follow-up. We had to leave three
days
later. Then we decided to baptize Lutala. I did not count on her
reaction. The
next morning, I exhorted her on the necessity of water baptism by
immersion. She
asked me many questions, in spite of all that the Lord had just done in
her
life, through our ministry, and no later than the day before. She
refused to be
baptized. On the pretext of her former membership in the convent, she
told me
that there was no point for her to be re-baptized. I took time to
explain to
her what Christian baptism was all about. It is the commitment of a
good
conscience towards God (1Peter 3:21). It is not baptism alone that
saves.
Baptism is a public act of faith in the Lord. First you have to believe
in
Jesus Christ. Once one believes, why go through baptism? Jesus says in
Mark
16:16 "Whoever
believes and is
baptized will be saved." This command was given to the
apostles by Jesus himself, in Matthew 28:19-20 "Therefore go and
make disciples of all nations,
baptizing
them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,
and
teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you."
I
felt that my interlocutor did not
understand a word of everything I said. At about ten o'clock, she
excused
herself, to take a little rest in her room. I accepted without
difficulty,
while interceding so that God might have pity on her, and make her
understand
the merits of baptism by immersion. This is how the Lord answered our
prayer.
At around 2pm, Lutala herself came to tell us that she was ready for
baptism:
"I want to receive baptism by immersion as soon as possible." I
wanted to know the reason for this rapid flip-flop. "Oh, pastor, God
spoke
to me!" "God spoke to you, how did you know it was He?"
"It's
simple. At 10 o'clock, when
I retired to my room to rest, I fell asleep. Soon after, I found myself
in a
dream in a place that looked like a classroom. But a strange classroom,
because
there was a blackboard on each wall. Each blackboard was covered with
the same
word. Everywhere I could read written Acts 2:38, Acts 2:38, Acts
2:38... I
didn't understand what those writings meant. I resolved to come to you
for an
explanation. It was then that I felt so weak, and I fell asleep deeply.
I had
another dream. I saw, not a classroom, but a big river. There were two
columns
of people standing in line. Each person had to cross the river by
immersing
themselves completely in it, to be able to reach the other side.
On
the other side, there was a man who
had many white hats. Each of those who had crossed the river, after
having
dived into it, received a hat from the man with hats. Inside each hat
was
inscribed the name of its recipient. I then approached the river, and
wanted to
get my hat, but without crossing the river. He who stood on the other
side said
to me: "Françoise, here, on this side, it is not the same as where you
are. Here's your hat, with your name on it. But to receive it, you have
to dive
into the river like everyone else." I went back, and took my place in
line
with the others. When it was my turn to dive to get my hat, that's when
I woke
up. It was not necessary to be a prophetess to understand that this
message was
meant for me. Pastor, I want my white hat. I therefore long to be
baptized by
immersion."
"Sister
Françoise, do you want me
to believe that after all the time spent in the convent, you do not
know that
this biblical passage is found in the Book of Acts of the Apostles, in
the
second chapter, and in verse 38?" "No, pastor!" "Sister
Philomène, read to us Acts 2:38!" And Sister Philomène began: "Peter
replied, "Repent and be baptized, every
one of you, in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your
sins. And
you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit."
At about 3p.m., we went to a stream, it was located 5 kilometres from
our
settlement. The Bible does say that "Now John also was
baptizing at
Aenon near Salim, because there was plenty of water."
(John 3:23). It was not,
therefore, a question for us to simply sprinkle a little water on
Lutala's
head, as some churches do, or even to make an ablution similar to what
is done
in Judaism or Islam.
There
was too little water in the bed
of that stream. My sister Philomène and I, we used our hands to dig the
bed of
the stream, in order to obtain a hollow sufficient to completely
immerse Sister
Lutala, in accordance with the Holy Scriptures. Then I baptized her
after
asking her if she wanted to abandon the devil and his works to turn to
the Lord
Jesus: "Do you accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour?" In
answering me 'yes', she thus confirmed that her immersion in water was
a
representation of her death in Jesus Christ. She also accepted the fact
that
Jesus Christ had died for her. This meant that Lutala had died to sins,
though
still alive in the world. The coming out of water represents Christ's
resurrection, the victory over sin and death. This also foreshadows the
rapture
of the church, when Christ will come to take His own to be taken up in
the
clouds to meet Him! How clear these things are!
10.3-
The Baptism of the Holy Spirit
Back
home, we prayed to God that the
Lord would baptize our sister in His Holy Spirit, (Matthew 3:11). After
the
laying on of hands, the Lord instantly baptized her in His Holy Spirit.
Lutala
then began to pray in an unknown language, to our great satisfaction,
and to
the astonishment of pagans. We knew that we had to leave Francoise
under the
protection of the Holy Spirit, but it saddened us to abandon her
without
follow-up. We begged her to join us in Kinshasa at the first
opportunity. We
left Kasongo on June 13, 1983, to arrive in Kinshasa on the 24th.
Two days after our arrival, while we were in the middle of a worship
meeting,
we heard a knock at the front door. I left the meeting to see what was
going
on, and I saw Sister Lutala in the doorway! We hugged for a long time,
and then
I called Sister Philomène Kaseka. It was an immense joy for us, which
we shared
with the brothers and sisters who were praying with us.
K. C.:
She who didn't know the
city, how could she reach Righini so easily?
M.M.:
It was a great miracle! I
can answer without hesitation that it was the Angel of the Lord who
guided her.
She told us how she arrived: "Once
the formalities of N'Djili airport were over, I heard a taxi driver
shouting
'Lemba, Lemba, Lemba!' I approached him and asked him if he knew a
certain
Philomène Kaseka, and the man said that he knew her well, and I replied
that I
was in no hurry because I had arrived in Kinshasa. I alighted the last,
as the
driver had said, at the Righini quarter in Lemba. And when I came in, I
met the
pastor on the doorstep!" The hugs ended, sister Philomène and
I left
the garden and went out to pay her transport fare, pick up the
suitcases and
thank the driver. Except for the suitcases of sister Francoise, we
found no
one. There were not even the wheel tracks of a vehicle! The car and its
driver
were gone! Calmly we picked up the suitcases, none of which were
missing. When
we went back to the "upper room," the intensity of the praises
increased! Everyone
realised that it was God who had provided an angel and his
vehicle to drive the sister to safety! The next day
we testified in our
assembly. On June 30, 1983, Sister Francoise gave her first testimony
at the
Palais du Peuple in Kinshasa. [End
of Testimony].
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