Many times, I feel the heat of loneliness. Then, I get driven to the past to think about the miseries I had gone through.
Most often I wish to empty the contents of my head and pour it on a website for the whole world to read and learn what live really is. I personally don't want to keep it secret, though my enemies regularly enforce on my senses to keep quiet. But the secret is just shielding my supernatural persecutors who are using diverse supernatural networking strategy to sustain their hope of victory. If I were supernatural like them, it would have been a lovely war for me. But Unfortunately, contrary to all my adversaries' states, my body is like the prison yard of my soul.
My father died, he was buried along with a lot of secret. In 1996 after the burial of the second parents, mother, I saw my dad's (very voluminous) diary. More than 2-3rd (over 70%) of the pages were torn away living behind insensitive information. I want to keep my diary online, not as secret but as food for thought for coming generation.
Talking about occult persecution, right from the hand of my biological mother to the legally married ex-wife, even most church leaders that I had encountered especially since 1985, I was thought a great lesson in the hardest most possible ways. I must not fail to impact this asset on the world most especially, my children, grand children and generations yet unborn. If they can learn, they will never need to suffer brutality of supernatural enemies to be great in life.
So, I share this stories of my supernatural perception, and many more that will be kept in my open e-diary, with you.
Well! The storyline is as long as my age, or perhaps, far older than that. I will relate them as they come to my remembrance. These, am sure will win souls for my Lord. If sharing true and testable stories of my personal live experience will safe souls, I don't care the consequence, THIS IS MY PERSONAL LIVE EXPERIENCE. My memory is overflowing with horror of IRIRI AYE (EXPERIENCE).
This is just what crossed my heart today. What happened at Erin Ijesha waterfall in 2007 during the first excursion of CornerGold International School, Ilesa, the school that was established as the educational arm of Divine Covenant Ministries, a personal gospel ministry.
Most often I wish to empty the contents of my head and pour it on a website for the whole world to read and learn what live really is. I personally don't want to keep it secret, though my enemies regularly enforce on my senses to keep quiet. But the secret is just shielding my supernatural persecutors who are using diverse supernatural networking strategy to sustain their hope of victory. If I were supernatural like them, it would have been a lovely war for me. But Unfortunately, contrary to all my adversaries' states, my body is like the prison yard of my soul.
My father died, he was buried along with a lot of secret. In 1996 after the burial of the second parents, mother, I saw my dad's (very voluminous) diary. More than 2-3rd (over 70%) of the pages were torn away living behind insensitive information. I want to keep my diary online, not as secret but as food for thought for coming generation.
Talking about occult persecution, right from the hand of my biological mother to the legally married ex-wife, even most church leaders that I had encountered especially since 1985, I was thought a great lesson in the hardest most possible ways. I must not fail to impact this asset on the world most especially, my children, grand children and generations yet unborn. If they can learn, they will never need to suffer brutality of supernatural enemies to be great in life.
So, I share this stories of my supernatural perception, and many more that will be kept in my open e-diary, with you.
Well! The storyline is as long as my age, or perhaps, far older than that. I will relate them as they come to my remembrance. These, am sure will win souls for my Lord. If sharing true and testable stories of my personal live experience will safe souls, I don't care the consequence, THIS IS MY PERSONAL LIVE EXPERIENCE. My memory is overflowing with horror of IRIRI AYE (EXPERIENCE).
This is just what crossed my heart today. What happened at Erin Ijesha waterfall in 2007 during the first excursion of CornerGold International School, Ilesa, the school that was established as the educational arm of Divine Covenant Ministries, a personal gospel ministry.
I heard two 100% similar dreams before the day. I climbed a wooden plain constructed in the backyard of my hpise, on getting to the top, I couldn't come down anymore. The dream looked meaningless, I didn't bother about it. Yet, the 2nd time, the same dream came again. My faith never expect any evil, I never think twice about it. At this time, excursion day was very close.
The day came, we chattered a cab and took the pupils to the waterfall.
Looking energetic, I bounced on the rock with the intent of remarkably climbing it to the last level, I guess the 5th or 7th, where the fountain emerged. I got to the top of the 1st level just to look back and excitingly wave to the pupils, alas! the worst happened. Giddiness gripped me. I almost somersaulted. I must not look down, otherwise I would fall and roll down. Fear gripped me. It never occur to me like that in life. I had climbed mountains that were far taller than that, I never experience problem like that. I couldn't shift my foot nor move away from a spot. "How will I get down?" I asked myself. Thank God for prayer. I began to pray in my mind, then a thought came to my heart. I sat on my heels and focus my eyes not to see beyond the edge of my toes. At Interval, I paused to speedily look ahead to confirm I was on the right path. That was how I dragged myself till I was able to get to the base. I sighed and give thanks to God that the excursion did not turn to death trap for me. But I kept thinking about it what could have caused the giddiness. Not long, I forgot about it.
All things fell apart, the school vision couldn’t work. One of the significant reason to setup the institution was to integrate evangelism with secular education and interrupt the deadly evil of infant cultism which I discovered in a Cherubim and Seraphim Church in Ilesa, my hometown. But unfortunately, from the foundation of the school, there was error.
Ocean Water Buried in the school
When I resigned my appointment to go into full time pastoral business, I worked for 6 months with Aberdeen, electrical company. Towards the end of the contract job, idea of going home suddenly emerged. (In two different occasion, among uncountable no of times, a strange force would hang behind me and carry me and take off to the air. At this two times, as the unseen force dropped me, I collapse like a baby. I was teased with the impression that we were going to where I would enjoy my wife. This method of carrying in the dream was like there usual practice until 2007 when similar issue occurred in Ilesa, I forcefully looked back to see the face of the force. He was black like charco with scanty grey on his head. I suspected who he was) Not long, she went with the children to start the school vision with holiday lesson. It was during this period her father, a prophet in a cherubim and seraphim got to know about the vision. He sought to help fasten the speedy growth of the school spiritually. The veil of love brightened my eyes not to see the darkness. She discussed the requirements of the favour to me and I never query it, despite the fact that it wasn’t my faith doctrine.
MATERIALS FOR THE SPIRITUAL AIDS:
10lit of atlas ticking ocean’s water.
A packet of white candle (only 3pcs were used)
A white plastic bowl with cover.
I went to bar beach in Lagos to get the water and took it along with other materials to Ilesa. At the centre of the building set to be used for classroom, a pit was dug not deeper than a foot. The white plastic bowl was placed at the centre filled with the salty ocean’s water and three white candles were placed around it. As the candles burn, the prophet read Psalm 1 to 21 after which he prayed. Not more than this. Everything looked straight and simple. The bowl, the candle were white, isn’t it? But the evil that accompany it was heard to tell.
Been a product of college of education, I asked her to be in charge of the educational arm of the ministry. At a point, she became uncontrollable, the vision couldn’t be accomplished. (After all, I had failed from the start of the vision but I was ignorant not intentionally willing to disown or deny my God.) I was not more than mere morning devotion Pastor. I never see the active other side of life. Honestly, despite my high spirituality, I was defeated arms down, carried along like an infant. At a point, I concluded in my heart to ignore everything and start all over again elsewhere. But then it will be strictly ruled professionally. My vision for the school was great, but the Team mate and the supernatural backup were negative.
All things fell apart. To raise fund to finance other projects, the only hope left was to sell a plot of the family land. Under high tension, the extreme risk was taken, I sold half a plot. The plan was to invest it on film production, but it never work. I had to sell another half for 170,000. Quite unfortunately, the whole plan was diverted on something else that never emerge during planning. Indeed love exposed my mind to the unhindered breeze. A casket car purchased from spare part store strangely and suddenly substituted the perfect plan. I narrowly survive a ghastly motor accident on the 30th of Dec, 2007. Production of the film, “Ipe to daju” started the next day, but the money left could not see me to the end of the production. The only way forward was for me to go and start all over again. I sold the scrap #17,000 and returned to Lagos.
After six month I Lagos, I discovered the right way. I was divinely told before to go to The Redeemed Christian Bible College, but because of high level occult persecution I had experience in Cherubim and Seraphim, especially in Ilesa, I never want to be a paid Pastor under any umbrella. From my broad survey, symptoms of occultism exist in every church irrespective of denomination. After the Theological training, I was posted to Akwa Ibom State.
The marriage eventually successfully collapse in July 2011. Since then, the Lord had given me my rest of mind. My stories couldn’t be told, but to rise back to my feet was an extremely tuff challenge. The hardship of 2011/ 2012 can never be forgotten, but in all I was happy, God was with us and my children were with me.
Welfare package of the Church was too hard to tell. 22k net income without a penny increment for 5 years? Besides, a 50k loan meant for a crash film project was collected and to be paid back in 1 year. The whole loan sank down into domestic crises. Hence, actual net earnings at this period was 17k. Living with 3 grown up children alongside with my HND program on 17k was like a suicide. It was too hard, yet God saw us through.
Thank to Almighty God for Mrs Oluwole and an Ibo lady, Ngozy in Ete market that God used for me during this ash period in a strange land. I can never forget the free shelter of Mrs Oluwole and credit facilities of Ngozy.
My head was found buried.
I forcefully worked out my transfer from Ikot Iyere. As a result of the tuff time I suffered at Ikot Iyere, I refused abruptly to pack down to Ibeno. It is a great suicide for one to be caught unexpectedly to the corner of hash mission field. I decided to hang up in Eket and went to my duty post, Ibeno whenever I had to. In December 2013, I discovered a strange evil. In all these while, the battle I used to fight in the supernatural was enormous. It was indeed, great marital supernatural supremacy war. One night as I lay on my 6” mattress, I saw in the spirit that my neighbour saw something about me and exclaimed “who has done this to this man?” Then I felt a great pain and the Lord opened my eyes to see what he saw. As I lay face down, I just saw that my head was down buried (not cut off from the head.) Indeed, I felt the raw pain of the state of my soul and began to pray and strive to get my head off the earth.
I flashed back to the past. The only one that could hurt me extremely like this was the only person I ever shared my mind with. I over trusted her and ‘granted’ her unconditional access to my mind. Ever since I made this great mistake in resetting my mind to tolerate my better half within my perceptive paradise, I rarely made a right decision. This had been the cause of virtually all conflict we had in 13 years of marriage and all financial collapse. She always like to dominate and her principle had never work once. Yet, she hate to show remorse nor be told bitter truth.
But I had never been so careless with my spiritual system. Where and how would I have been so careless that such great evil would be done on me and I wouldn’t be alerted before or during execution of such plan? The only logical answer I could derive was the issue of burying of ocean water. Personally, in all my years in Cherubim and Seraphim, I never buried things at all. Though I had read Psalm and use natural water before, but my faith had grown beyond that altitude since 1980s. But the several dreams I had before and after I met her was a dynamic tool theh used to enslave my mind. In all the revelations, she was like a special ere of God meant to be my predestined wife and assistance in the ministry.
Though I prayed fervently to rescue my head, and I strongly believe the Lord has wrought His wonders , but I still need to move physically to evidently confirm my detachment from anything that has to do with another god. I travelled to Ilesa to dig out the materials. I found nothing. Well! I live by faith. I used my earnings to buy the materials but from all indications, I discover a great secret between Nike and her father. Could it not be that I used my earnings to give them my head to lock up where my brain would not be useful to myself but only to the daughter of a powerful prophet? The traits of evidence are numberless. This might be the reason behind the gidiness at Erin Ijesha waterfall.
The accident of Dec 30 2007 was not a coincident. I was at the junction of Ayeni estate one day when I saw in a vision, a white cow tied down in the abattoir at Oke-Omiru, Ilesa. I wondered who the Christian could be. I prayed that God should let me know him so that I might pray along with him for rescue. I never knew that it was their plan against me that the Lord revealed.
Eventually in 2012 December, I was in my room in Eket when I was engaged in supernatural warfare with my enemies. The supernatural backup rendered to the girl especially by her father to customise me with supernatural power that no other woman will ever access my life except the heartlesy wife that boldly declared to me that "if think I cannot do it(have extra marital affairs) I will do it and God will forgive me" was indeed the worst evil I ever witnessed. I am a human been in the physical, but I saw them in my vision surrounding a fallen white cow. Eventually, around late December, 2012, the cow was slaughtered in their supernatural coven. Physically, I felt the great pain. But my death is not in the hand of any occult union. Barely 2 weeks into New Year, she called. And for the first time since she became inseparable with Solomon, another woman’s husband, she spoke humbly, “but am your wife”. I laughed at her as I shared the story with the copper, my neighbour. The power of her father’s house had been exhausted, (Agbara tan n’ile alagbara) she was looking for a hide out for her honour. The same girl that cursed the day she found me in her life; that considered 13 years of marriage a waste in her life (among several other evil expresions) was cunnily looking for her way back. With crocodile tears she went around yelling for her return. Yet, in the supernatural, her attack against my finance never seize.
If I have to comprehend the direct supernatural war marriage brought into my life, I might write the most voluminous book in history.
I write this story to keep my children informed, and the world at large. Indeed the weapon of our warfare is not carnal. As I worked around Afaha Eket on the Christmas eve of 2012, the Lord opened my eyes to see a funeral service going on. The Spirit of God told me, that was their slated period for my burial. I glorify God.
Another great evil of late 2012/early 2013 was the issue of evil cloud. I had the dream around 1978 when I was in Primary 4 at St Marks LSMB School Offa.
The dream
I was sick as I returned home from school. Mum gave me anti-malarial medicine and I slept. The bad dream woke me up in tears. Mum came out of bedroom to see me sobbing, she asked what happened. I sobbed as I narrated the dream to her. Exactly the same way I had the dream around 1978 so it actually occurred in 2013.
I saw my star at the centre of a clear blue sky, all of a suddenly, I saw my ex-wife emerged from one corner of the sky. She formed the evil cloud as she covered the whole sky. As she was on it, the occult in the Church I worked with joined her. The atmosphere was dark, I couldn't see my star anymore. This attack actually confirmed the cause of the challenge I face on the book, THE SURVIVORS.
I got a call from the Akwa Ibom State ministry of Education to bring six copies of my book for review. The book was approved as drama book for the state Junior Secondary School. I loaned money from my parish account to publish the book, it all turned to debt. I don’t give up in life. My enemies are my supernatural lecturers. They trained me in the hardest possible way virtually all that I could learn about metaphysics. When God is satisfied with their tutoring, in broad day light, He will deal with them publicly.
In May, 2014, I saw the girl in her supernatural identity sat on a chair at my edge as I lay on the bed. She insisted that my spirit will not be lifted up. Lifting up of the spirit precedes financial break through. In another encounter, she was completely in a man’s form. She sat like gate keeper at he entrance into my apartment with full determination that she will never allow a contact between my soul and another affectionate woman.
I learnt it during affliction that real erotic love is purely supernatural. And soul binding in the midst of integrity is a powerful natural good luck booster. Soul binding is also a natural channel into supernatural world. A woman that never share her soul in love affair but rather was an addict of spirit sex in several different cases before the collapse of the marriage (which I kept ignoring), yet insisted to hinder any relationship I wanted to have. Soonest, the power of her father’s house she confided in will emerge as a snare and identifier on her in Jesus name. Boldly she said it in Yoruba Language in 2007 that “I don’t want my husband to make it, if man makes money he will look out”. She uttered it in Apapa, Lagos. Till this second, the secret determination is intact.
I prayed since 1976 for predestined partner who would be the right merge for my divine mission, but the Lord gave me Spine in the bone marrow. I will forever glorify His Holiness. She had trained me what was not contained in the supernatural curriculum of my late mother’s persecution manual. Joseph said in Gen 50:20
The day came, we chattered a cab and took the pupils to the waterfall.
Looking energetic, I bounced on the rock with the intent of remarkably climbing it to the last level, I guess the 5th or 7th, where the fountain emerged. I got to the top of the 1st level just to look back and excitingly wave to the pupils, alas! the worst happened. Giddiness gripped me. I almost somersaulted. I must not look down, otherwise I would fall and roll down. Fear gripped me. It never occur to me like that in life. I had climbed mountains that were far taller than that, I never experience problem like that. I couldn't shift my foot nor move away from a spot. "How will I get down?" I asked myself. Thank God for prayer. I began to pray in my mind, then a thought came to my heart. I sat on my heels and focus my eyes not to see beyond the edge of my toes. At Interval, I paused to speedily look ahead to confirm I was on the right path. That was how I dragged myself till I was able to get to the base. I sighed and give thanks to God that the excursion did not turn to death trap for me. But I kept thinking about it what could have caused the giddiness. Not long, I forgot about it.
All things fell apart, the school vision couldn’t work. One of the significant reason to setup the institution was to integrate evangelism with secular education and interrupt the deadly evil of infant cultism which I discovered in a Cherubim and Seraphim Church in Ilesa, my hometown. But unfortunately, from the foundation of the school, there was error.
Ocean Water Buried in the school
When I resigned my appointment to go into full time pastoral business, I worked for 6 months with Aberdeen, electrical company. Towards the end of the contract job, idea of going home suddenly emerged. (In two different occasion, among uncountable no of times, a strange force would hang behind me and carry me and take off to the air. At this two times, as the unseen force dropped me, I collapse like a baby. I was teased with the impression that we were going to where I would enjoy my wife. This method of carrying in the dream was like there usual practice until 2007 when similar issue occurred in Ilesa, I forcefully looked back to see the face of the force. He was black like charco with scanty grey on his head. I suspected who he was) Not long, she went with the children to start the school vision with holiday lesson. It was during this period her father, a prophet in a cherubim and seraphim got to know about the vision. He sought to help fasten the speedy growth of the school spiritually. The veil of love brightened my eyes not to see the darkness. She discussed the requirements of the favour to me and I never query it, despite the fact that it wasn’t my faith doctrine.
MATERIALS FOR THE SPIRITUAL AIDS:
10lit of atlas ticking ocean’s water.
A packet of white candle (only 3pcs were used)
A white plastic bowl with cover.
I went to bar beach in Lagos to get the water and took it along with other materials to Ilesa. At the centre of the building set to be used for classroom, a pit was dug not deeper than a foot. The white plastic bowl was placed at the centre filled with the salty ocean’s water and three white candles were placed around it. As the candles burn, the prophet read Psalm 1 to 21 after which he prayed. Not more than this. Everything looked straight and simple. The bowl, the candle were white, isn’t it? But the evil that accompany it was heard to tell.
Been a product of college of education, I asked her to be in charge of the educational arm of the ministry. At a point, she became uncontrollable, the vision couldn’t be accomplished. (After all, I had failed from the start of the vision but I was ignorant not intentionally willing to disown or deny my God.) I was not more than mere morning devotion Pastor. I never see the active other side of life. Honestly, despite my high spirituality, I was defeated arms down, carried along like an infant. At a point, I concluded in my heart to ignore everything and start all over again elsewhere. But then it will be strictly ruled professionally. My vision for the school was great, but the Team mate and the supernatural backup were negative.
All things fell apart. To raise fund to finance other projects, the only hope left was to sell a plot of the family land. Under high tension, the extreme risk was taken, I sold half a plot. The plan was to invest it on film production, but it never work. I had to sell another half for 170,000. Quite unfortunately, the whole plan was diverted on something else that never emerge during planning. Indeed love exposed my mind to the unhindered breeze. A casket car purchased from spare part store strangely and suddenly substituted the perfect plan. I narrowly survive a ghastly motor accident on the 30th of Dec, 2007. Production of the film, “Ipe to daju” started the next day, but the money left could not see me to the end of the production. The only way forward was for me to go and start all over again. I sold the scrap #17,000 and returned to Lagos.
After six month I Lagos, I discovered the right way. I was divinely told before to go to The Redeemed Christian Bible College, but because of high level occult persecution I had experience in Cherubim and Seraphim, especially in Ilesa, I never want to be a paid Pastor under any umbrella. From my broad survey, symptoms of occultism exist in every church irrespective of denomination. After the Theological training, I was posted to Akwa Ibom State.
The marriage eventually successfully collapse in July 2011. Since then, the Lord had given me my rest of mind. My stories couldn’t be told, but to rise back to my feet was an extremely tuff challenge. The hardship of 2011/ 2012 can never be forgotten, but in all I was happy, God was with us and my children were with me.
Welfare package of the Church was too hard to tell. 22k net income without a penny increment for 5 years? Besides, a 50k loan meant for a crash film project was collected and to be paid back in 1 year. The whole loan sank down into domestic crises. Hence, actual net earnings at this period was 17k. Living with 3 grown up children alongside with my HND program on 17k was like a suicide. It was too hard, yet God saw us through.
Thank to Almighty God for Mrs Oluwole and an Ibo lady, Ngozy in Ete market that God used for me during this ash period in a strange land. I can never forget the free shelter of Mrs Oluwole and credit facilities of Ngozy.
My head was found buried.
I forcefully worked out my transfer from Ikot Iyere. As a result of the tuff time I suffered at Ikot Iyere, I refused abruptly to pack down to Ibeno. It is a great suicide for one to be caught unexpectedly to the corner of hash mission field. I decided to hang up in Eket and went to my duty post, Ibeno whenever I had to. In December 2013, I discovered a strange evil. In all these while, the battle I used to fight in the supernatural was enormous. It was indeed, great marital supernatural supremacy war. One night as I lay on my 6” mattress, I saw in the spirit that my neighbour saw something about me and exclaimed “who has done this to this man?” Then I felt a great pain and the Lord opened my eyes to see what he saw. As I lay face down, I just saw that my head was down buried (not cut off from the head.) Indeed, I felt the raw pain of the state of my soul and began to pray and strive to get my head off the earth.
I flashed back to the past. The only one that could hurt me extremely like this was the only person I ever shared my mind with. I over trusted her and ‘granted’ her unconditional access to my mind. Ever since I made this great mistake in resetting my mind to tolerate my better half within my perceptive paradise, I rarely made a right decision. This had been the cause of virtually all conflict we had in 13 years of marriage and all financial collapse. She always like to dominate and her principle had never work once. Yet, she hate to show remorse nor be told bitter truth.
But I had never been so careless with my spiritual system. Where and how would I have been so careless that such great evil would be done on me and I wouldn’t be alerted before or during execution of such plan? The only logical answer I could derive was the issue of burying of ocean water. Personally, in all my years in Cherubim and Seraphim, I never buried things at all. Though I had read Psalm and use natural water before, but my faith had grown beyond that altitude since 1980s. But the several dreams I had before and after I met her was a dynamic tool theh used to enslave my mind. In all the revelations, she was like a special ere of God meant to be my predestined wife and assistance in the ministry.
Though I prayed fervently to rescue my head, and I strongly believe the Lord has wrought His wonders , but I still need to move physically to evidently confirm my detachment from anything that has to do with another god. I travelled to Ilesa to dig out the materials. I found nothing. Well! I live by faith. I used my earnings to buy the materials but from all indications, I discover a great secret between Nike and her father. Could it not be that I used my earnings to give them my head to lock up where my brain would not be useful to myself but only to the daughter of a powerful prophet? The traits of evidence are numberless. This might be the reason behind the gidiness at Erin Ijesha waterfall.
The accident of Dec 30 2007 was not a coincident. I was at the junction of Ayeni estate one day when I saw in a vision, a white cow tied down in the abattoir at Oke-Omiru, Ilesa. I wondered who the Christian could be. I prayed that God should let me know him so that I might pray along with him for rescue. I never knew that it was their plan against me that the Lord revealed.
Eventually in 2012 December, I was in my room in Eket when I was engaged in supernatural warfare with my enemies. The supernatural backup rendered to the girl especially by her father to customise me with supernatural power that no other woman will ever access my life except the heartlesy wife that boldly declared to me that "if think I cannot do it(have extra marital affairs) I will do it and God will forgive me" was indeed the worst evil I ever witnessed. I am a human been in the physical, but I saw them in my vision surrounding a fallen white cow. Eventually, around late December, 2012, the cow was slaughtered in their supernatural coven. Physically, I felt the great pain. But my death is not in the hand of any occult union. Barely 2 weeks into New Year, she called. And for the first time since she became inseparable with Solomon, another woman’s husband, she spoke humbly, “but am your wife”. I laughed at her as I shared the story with the copper, my neighbour. The power of her father’s house had been exhausted, (Agbara tan n’ile alagbara) she was looking for a hide out for her honour. The same girl that cursed the day she found me in her life; that considered 13 years of marriage a waste in her life (among several other evil expresions) was cunnily looking for her way back. With crocodile tears she went around yelling for her return. Yet, in the supernatural, her attack against my finance never seize.
If I have to comprehend the direct supernatural war marriage brought into my life, I might write the most voluminous book in history.
I write this story to keep my children informed, and the world at large. Indeed the weapon of our warfare is not carnal. As I worked around Afaha Eket on the Christmas eve of 2012, the Lord opened my eyes to see a funeral service going on. The Spirit of God told me, that was their slated period for my burial. I glorify God.
Another great evil of late 2012/early 2013 was the issue of evil cloud. I had the dream around 1978 when I was in Primary 4 at St Marks LSMB School Offa.
The dream
I was sick as I returned home from school. Mum gave me anti-malarial medicine and I slept. The bad dream woke me up in tears. Mum came out of bedroom to see me sobbing, she asked what happened. I sobbed as I narrated the dream to her. Exactly the same way I had the dream around 1978 so it actually occurred in 2013.
I saw my star at the centre of a clear blue sky, all of a suddenly, I saw my ex-wife emerged from one corner of the sky. She formed the evil cloud as she covered the whole sky. As she was on it, the occult in the Church I worked with joined her. The atmosphere was dark, I couldn't see my star anymore. This attack actually confirmed the cause of the challenge I face on the book, THE SURVIVORS.
I got a call from the Akwa Ibom State ministry of Education to bring six copies of my book for review. The book was approved as drama book for the state Junior Secondary School. I loaned money from my parish account to publish the book, it all turned to debt. I don’t give up in life. My enemies are my supernatural lecturers. They trained me in the hardest possible way virtually all that I could learn about metaphysics. When God is satisfied with their tutoring, in broad day light, He will deal with them publicly.
In May, 2014, I saw the girl in her supernatural identity sat on a chair at my edge as I lay on the bed. She insisted that my spirit will not be lifted up. Lifting up of the spirit precedes financial break through. In another encounter, she was completely in a man’s form. She sat like gate keeper at he entrance into my apartment with full determination that she will never allow a contact between my soul and another affectionate woman.
I learnt it during affliction that real erotic love is purely supernatural. And soul binding in the midst of integrity is a powerful natural good luck booster. Soul binding is also a natural channel into supernatural world. A woman that never share her soul in love affair but rather was an addict of spirit sex in several different cases before the collapse of the marriage (which I kept ignoring), yet insisted to hinder any relationship I wanted to have. Soonest, the power of her father’s house she confided in will emerge as a snare and identifier on her in Jesus name. Boldly she said it in Yoruba Language in 2007 that “I don’t want my husband to make it, if man makes money he will look out”. She uttered it in Apapa, Lagos. Till this second, the secret determination is intact.
I prayed since 1976 for predestined partner who would be the right merge for my divine mission, but the Lord gave me Spine in the bone marrow. I will forever glorify His Holiness. She had trained me what was not contained in the supernatural curriculum of my late mother’s persecution manual. Joseph said in Gen 50:20
"20 But as for you, you meant evil against me; but God meant it for good...,to save many people alive.
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