For three years, Satan taught me some of his best kept secrets.
One night, when I was about 12 years old, I awoke suddenly from a nightmare with my body soaked by perspiration. I knew straight-away that I was dealing with something far bigger than myself! This was no ordinary nightmare. I had seen some strange beings in my dream that were really having a go at me, beating me like a rag doll. Prior to this I had heard about voodoo but never believed in it. But now, here I was. I knew African voodoo was at work against me, but I was helpless to fend it off. That was just the beginning of my nightmares. It happened many times after that and each time it happened, I would freeze on my bed like a lump of ice and not be able to shout for help..
A few months after my first nightmare, at Easter time, I watched Jesus of Nazareth on television. The story was quite moving and it brought tears to my eyes as I watched Jesus being punished and I saw how He bled and died. Through this story I really got a glimpse of God’s love for humanity. A part of me thought that the story was some sort of fairy tale; but there was another part of me that believed. I knew that I was as far from God as I could possibly be. Jesus was too holy for me. Although I was 12 years old at the time and we never went to church in my house, I could see the difference and I knew that I needed help.
Who would help me?
About one year later, my mum (who did not know what I was going through as a teenager), suggested that we go and visit a white-garment-spiritualist prophetess whom she had met sometime before. Normally I hated religious stuff but I obliged. I was only thirteen but I had started reading up on advanced psychology (self-development), ignorant to the fact that this was the basics of occultism (more about this later).
At the meeting, the people were all dressed in white gowns, both male and female. They sang and danced until some of them began to gyrate and prophesy to the rest of us. Then the “prophetess”, who was the leader, began to prophesy to me, saying, “When you go back to school, don’t play football, otherwise you will sustain an injury.”
I chuckled to myself in unbelief. I had seen the things that she and the others could do and I respected her but I just could not give up football, besides I’d been playing for years and never sustained injury; in fact, it’s usually the other way round – you kick me and you may get injured. One thing really intrigued me though and that was her knowledge of the names of angels. To me, her ability to invoke their presence was almost second to none. Nevertheless, I made up my mind to defy her prophecy. I really didn’t believe the woman.
Initially, fear had gripped me and I asked myself, “What if this woman was true?” However, after a few weeks of watching my friends play the “beautiful game” with such passion, I threw caution to the wind and started playing. After a few days of having played some “sets” (five-a-side knock out series), I thought I’d escaped the prophecy and proved the woman wrong.
Then the unthinkable happened! One guy gave me a bad tackle and I sustained a tibia fracture. We never used to wear shin pads in those days. This was in Nigeria at African Church Comprehensive High School. My saving grace was that it was a boarding house, so I hid it very well until I got better. Prophecy had come true against me.
To cut a long story short, I wasn’t too bothered by my injury. However, due to the nightmares I constantly experienced I started to think that the power behind that woman’s prophecy could be my way out. My mum and I were under constant voodoo attacks and that deepened our dependency on this prophetess to help us out.
I believed that through this spiritualist, we would become very close to God for protection so I got closer and obeyed all that they told me. I thought to myself, “Someone with such unique access to God ought to be respected shouldn’t they?”
During one of my visits, the husband of the prophetess decided to make a special prayer for me, because my mum had been a well-favoured sponsor of their church. In the process, the man brought out an uncommon prayer book, which he used to invoke the strange names of some angels.
The book is entitled, ‘The Sixth and Seventh Books of Moses’ and I am always very reluctant to reveal the names of this and other similar books because I don’t want anyone, out of curiosity, to go and get these books to see what they really contain (I will share my reasons for this with you later). I therefore implore you, “PLEASE DON’T”. The most powerful book in the world is your Bible! “So this is their secret!” I mused to myself. At that point I was determined to get my own copy and go directly to God. And I did.
Satan orchestrated things to the extent that I graduated from reading books on dynamic psychology and gradually drifted into esoteric arts and started reading books by T. Lobsang Rampa. I was rapidly feasting away on the forbidden fruit.
Being in a boarding house, I was helped in no small way by friends who had associations with magicians using powerful magical books, so I got deeper and deeper into occultism with books too satanic to mention here. To cut a long story short, from about the age of 13, I began to practice occult and get results. My eyes were opened!
I was determined to go all the day. Why? Because I was being exposed to what very few people knew and I really believed that I was dealing with God. Wow!
I was filled with massive pride – I could read palms, astral travel, communicate telepathically, effectively use pentagrams (sign of Baphomet – satanic goat). I was becoming an ardent student of Satan at age 15! I was mostly self taught, of course, but I was getting results – and I wanted more – a lot more!”
My esoteric studies continued at a strong pace and I had come to a point where I wanted to join a powerful secret cult. Then, with this three years into my quest, I had an encounter that came in a dream that changed my life!
In this dream, I found myself in a crowded, street-like market place. I saw a man who appeared to be a leader and there was a large crowd around him. The man started giving each person a ballpoint pen from a pack in his hand. But when it was my turn, he paused, stared deeply into my eyes, shook his head and walked away without giving me a pen or saying a word.
As the man continued giving gifts to other people I recognized that he had the similitude of the Christ I had seen in that movie I watched many years back at the age of 12. I could recognize the people he was giving gifts to. I saw Peter, John, James, etc. and I thought to myself, “They are not more qualified than me, so why didn’t he give me mine?”
I was furious and wanted to fight him.
That was my first encounter with Jesus Christ!
Then I woke up. (This was only a dream, but it really depicted my true nature – effusive, stubborn and ready to fight at every imagined offense against me). Then I fell back to sleep.
That same night, I had a second dream. This time, I saw the man, Jesus, at some 50 yards away. He was sitting all alone on a rock by a lake or sea coast, in the cool of the day.
He was looking intently into the distance, like someone watching a sunset beyond the lake or sea in front of him. I was still very angry, so I ran towards him, shouting and hurling obscenities at him. Just when I was within earshot, he turned and looked intently into my eyes as previously, and said, “Follow me”.
Then I woke up.
These two dreams in one night left me thinking that I needed to get my act together. I said to myself, “God had found me out. He knows my secret sins and I need to straighten up.” By this time in my life, I was a wayward teen, a law to myself and very proud. There was something in me that derived enjoyment from defying authority just for the sake of it. But it was now Holy God versus Sinner me! I knew had no chance, so I decided to start going to church.
The following Sunday, without informing my family, I secretly made my way to the town’s Anglican cathedral. I felt God must surely be there and perhaps He would pardon me and help reduce the weight of my sins, because they were many. Yes, I knew I was a sinner, like any other person.
I quickly made friends with other teens and within a few Sundays, sitting at the top gallery at the back of the building, I started fishing for the prettiest girls in the church. But I also noticed that there was a lot of respect-of-persons (favoritism) in the place. Rich people sat in the choicest places (nearer to the vicar) and poor people sat far away at the back. It was plain for everyone to see. I began to feel that being part of such a set-up with looking for girls in the church were compounding my sins, so I stopped attending.
Not long afterwards, someone invited me to an unorthodox church. I later found out it was called ‘Deeper Christian Life Ministry’. We sat on long wooden benches and people were free to sit anywhere they wanted. I liked that. Then the preacher came, tall and well-spoken, might have been in his late 30s or early 40s. To be honest with you, if I really knew it was that type of church, I would not have gone there. I never liked the “holy” Christians – too holy for my liking.
However, I warmed up to what the preacher had to say. It was as though he knew everything about me and used my life to preach. My secret sins and occult practice were exposed. This man didn’t know me and had never seen me before. Having watched movies such as the Guyana Tragedy: The Story of Jim Jones, also called The Mad Messiah, I knew most of the tricks these preachers used. But this was different.
After the preacher had finished talking, I knelt and prayed, asking God to forgive me for my sins and for Jesus to come into my life. I can’t remember the exact words, but it went like this:
Lord Jesus, I am a sinner and I am sorry for my sins, please forgive me and come into my heart. Thank you.”
The meeting was dismissed and I went home. It was after 8pm that Friday and on my way home something interesting happened.
It was as if a heavy load I had been carrying all my life was just taken away in a flash! I was elated and started dancing in the middle of the road as I walked. It was all the different Michael Jackson moves, but for some reason I just could not sing his songs. It seemed as though the lyrics to songs such as ‘Billie Jean’ and others had been miraculously been erased from my life.
That day was November 30. I will never forget the whole experience. It is still as fresh today as if it happened last night. I was a month away from my 16th birthday. Ironically, Michael Jackson’s Thriller was released exactly two years earlier.
Jesus Became My Saviour and Lord
That was the beginning of my walk with Christ! I was snatched from the school of Satan. My life was changed completely. Without having to say a word, everyone knew something wonderful had happened in my life. God had allowed Satan to reveal his true picture to me. He allowed me to see how Satan was using the occult to lead me into the pit of darkness before He, God, took charge of my life.
He snatched me from the edge of a bottomless pit of darkness and I have been following Him since that encounter. What about you? Will you continue in your selfish, sinful or satanic way? Turn to Him and repeat the prayer I prayed, if you really mean it, something good will definitely happen to you just like I experienced. Here it is:
Lord Jesus, I know I’m a sinner and I am sorry for my sins, please forgive me and come into my heart. Be my Saviour and my Lord from today. Thank you. Amen.”
Now that you have read this testimony. It doesn’t end there. You need to see the reason for your existence here on earth, God wants you to REIGN AS A KING.
Feel free to contact me, if you have just prayed this prayer. I will personally respond to help you in the right direction. Please Share this story with others.†