A
BRAZILIAN EX HIGH SATANIST DELIVERED BY JESUS CHRIST OF
NAZARETH
(Part 1)
Former macumbeiro
(practitioner of magic) turned Pastor, he tells us about his journey
and his infernal descent into the world of occultism.
1. ABOUT ME
It's been hard to
get this far, the devil has struggled in many ways to keep me from
giving this testimony. I am from Rio de Janeiro. To see you here, the
devil struggled but he lost, because I am here. I had preached on
Thursday and 54 souls were converted.
Along the way, when
I was in the city of Rezende, in the state of Rio de Janeiro, there
was an accident between a truck and a van. Just then I stopped the
car and I rushed to help.
There was an old
gentleman. Pieces of metal were blocking his legs, another piece of
iron was in his chest, I approached him, but I couldn't do anything,
I couldn't move much, because there was wreckage everywhere.
He looked at me and
said, "Are you a believer?”
“I am a Pastor.”
“I now want to
come back to Jesus, because I feel the pain of death.”
I put my hand on
him, I prayed for him and I announced to him what I received from the Lord.
“You will not die,
you will even go and preach the gospel of Christ.”
Quickly help arrived. When he was already strapped to a stretcher, he
raised his hand, thumbs up, looking at me. I had already felt the
difference. He told me that it had been 22 years since he had strayed
from God's path.
My brothers, God has
a plan for each of us. If He wants to bring us back to Himself, He
will do it one way or another, but we must not wait to be on the
verge of death. Come back when you are healthy, to work for God.
Whenever people were
waiting for me in a church, because of what I've been through, people
expected to see someone much older. I have been a pastor for more than
10 years. I have traveled to 12 countries and in all the states of
Brazil. I have been preaching in every little corner of Brazil. I was
best known in Brazil in 2004, after a debate and especially when I
started to give my testimony. Now I live in the State of Rio, in a
city where almost everyone is evangelical, those who are not, are
children of believers.
At the age of 16, I
was already commander-in-chief on the scale of black magic. At that
age, I had already dabbled in the Umbanda, Quimbanda, Candomblé,
voodoo, fetishism (these are religions and mystical practices). I
reached rank 33, which is the last rank in black magic.
In 1982, I started
working for Rede Globo (Brazilian television channel). I worked to
"consecrate" their novelas (Brazilian soap operas) that is
to say bless their series and miniseries in the name of Satan.
I did several jobs
for several people from Globo, for presenters and actors. I did work
for Renato Aragão better known as Didi des Os Trapalhões (humorous
troupe). You don't know it, but Didi is in the 2nd highest grade in
black magic. He is a pope of black magic.
He has that sweet
appearance, but if you step on him you won't live long enough to tell
what happened. He is a terrible instrument of Satan. He lives through
satanic rituals to obtain prosperity and fame.
I also worked for
Xuxa (actress, singer and presenter of children's programs). Her
nickname translated in black magic means Oxum and Orixa (they are
demonic entities).
Xuxa works with with
Exum Mirim. He is a small demon who dominates children in her TV
programs, and in cartoons, they make children rebellious. It is these
spirits that from childhood push little boys to be effeminate and to
want to try lipstick for example. These spirits make little girls
lesbians. Children are dominated by these spirits through television.
Through these children's programs and cartoons, a satanic force is
reaching homes. Not all of the monsters you see in these programs
were created by chance. They actually exist in the spirit world before they are portrayed on TV.
Lots of cartoons,
not all of them, but several of them are dedicated in black magic
rituals. I myself dedicated a cartoon on his arrival in Brazil,
He-Man.
There is a character
in this cartoon, a flying figurine, which represents the Exum caveira
or the god of death, in black magic. The opponent of He-Man, is
called "Esqueleto." He is the Exu of death, the god of
death in black magic. The characters in these cartoons are not
chosen at random.
I also dedicated
another cartoon on its arrival in Brazil, Thundercats in which there
is an entity called Mumm-Ra.
It is a caboclo from
Angola. A cabloco is a white-Indian mestizo, but in Umbanda, the
caboclos represent an indigenous people who lived in the past and who
were endowed with great intelligence. We can evoke their spirits,
because they have become spirits, they are invoked for various
reasons.
When Mumm-ra is
transformed, he approaches a huge boiling pot. He stretches out his
arms and evokes the "Old evil spirits." He evokes the first
demons who came to Earth. He transforms this old form, this decadent
form into Mumm-ra and he then turns into a great demon. Then, 2
cobras grow on its head. On its chest is a cobra with 2 heads. Then
he continues with a ritual where he turns and transmits a satanic
word cursing children.
Mumm-ra is a mummy
who transforms into an evil spirit in the cartoon. At this moment he
transmits a message, "In the name of Lucifer, prince of
darkness, I curse all those who look at me."
This spirit disturbs
the children, they no longer respect their parents and become restless. The satanic force is terrible. A cartoon that has been dedicated to
Satan gives the power to entities to come to children and disturb
them psychologically,. They can cause a child to have the idea to
kill his parents.
There is a caboclo
entity named "7 encruzilhadas." It means “7 crossroads”
in English. It is the entity that founded the Umbanda (mystical
religion).
This "7
encruzilhadas" proceeds by means of a pai-de-santo.
A pai-de-santo is a
male priest of Umbanda, Candomblé and Quimbanda, the Afro-Brazilian
religions. In Portuguese those words translate as "father of
[the] saint[s]", which is an adaption from the Yoruba language
word babalorishá, a title given to the African religions' priests.
"7
encruzilhadas" is a very powerful entity, which serves to
destroy people drastically. The pai-de-santo first conjures up the "7
encruzilhadas." Then the pai-de-santo sends him to possess a
determined individual and this person will kill the person or persons
who are asked of him, the father, the mother, the children,
whoever.
Once the victim is
killed, the perpetrator will swear until the end of his life that he
did nothing wrong since it was the entity that used his body to do so. But
God has raised an army. It is me and you to fight against the forces
of evil. We must dedicate our lives to God. While you waste time on
unnecessary leisure, souls are dying at the hands of Satan. Pray for
the salvation of souls.
You have the
possibility through your prayers to not only protect yourself but to
curb the harm done to people on the other side of the earth. So take
the time to add a few sentences to your prayers for the salvation of
souls.
These people may not
be Christians, they don't even know they can break free from this,
they're lost and confused,
I was doing "jobs"
for important people in our country. I was working jointly with Tio
Chico, known today as Pastor Francisco. He was the strongest black
magic pai-de-santo in the state of Brasilia.
I was with Tio Chico
and 5 other pai-de-santo graduates in the high elite of black magic.
It was the time when Tancredo Neves won the presidential election in 1985. The witchcraft drums resounded in Bahia, Recife,
Brasilia and Rio de Janeiro to mystically finish him off.
At the end of 15
days of ritual, Tancredo Neves the President of the Republic died
because he could not withstand the pressure of the satanic forces which
were produced to kill him.
The politics we live
in are dirty politics. Most politicians have a pact with black
magic.
For a senator to be
elected, a vote is required. But in Brasilia, there are senators that
we have never seen, we do not know their names or their numbers and
no one voted for them, yet they are there. It is the same for certain
federal deputies. These are people who work black magic in order to be
elected and to become rich.
There are people who
don't like to vote for Christians. They don't like the idea that a
man of God is in politics. They prefer to vote for macumbeiros
(practitioners of magic).
In Rio, there was a
new law, the law of silence. They shut down churches on the pretext
that they are making noise. What about carnivals, and football games and all
those pagan festivals that are in our country? Don't they make more
noise?
A Christian deputy
fought alone, by the grace of God, and fortunately had this law
annulled.
My brothers, beyond
the political consideration, when voting for your elected officials,
place the men of God, this is necessary. Once in power these people
will defend the interests of God and the church. The others you do
not know what interests or for whom they work.
I was pai-de-santo
of the one nicknamed "Cabeça", Fernando Collor de Mello
(former President of the Republic), of Paulo César Farias known as
PC Farias. I was pai-de-santo for actors, actresses, etc.
Today I work for
Jesus of Nazareth. It is God who redeems man from the clutches of
Satan.
2. MY
MOTHER
I'm going to tell
you about a tried person, my mother. I come from a family of pastors.
I am the grandson of a pastor, Manuel Inacio da Silva. My grandfather
was one of the pioneers of the Assembly of God in Recife. I am Sister
Lia's grandson. My grandmother was one of the first leaders of the
prayer circle in Brazil, founded in Casa Amarela.
I come from an
Assembly of God family. My mother was leading a big prayer circle in
our city. She was known as a prophetess. People said she was a vessel
of God.
In 1968 my mother
was pregnant with me. One day when she was in a prayer circle,
someone gave her a prophetic revelation. A woman put her hand on my
mother's belly, and she said, "Woman, in your womb, there is a
male. He will grow up and preach.” My mother believed and kept this
message in her heart.
Time passed, and
when I was 5 years old I was part of a church group called "The
Little Lambs of Christ", yet I was nothing like a lamb, I was
rather a little wolf. I was the most terrible child in the church.
I disrupted all
worship, I knocked down musical instruments, people's Bibles, I ran
into the church. When the porter (also in charge of security in the
church) came to look for me, I hid under the pews of the church and I
slipped between the legs of the faithful and he did not catch me. I
was running here and there. No other child was having fun with me. I
was terrible, a real plague.
Most of the doormen
were old, and couldn't control me. And one fine day there was a
porter from another city. My uncle, the pastor of this church, asked
him to be the church porter.
He was very
attentive to the slightest noise and as soon as a child started to
run he rushed to restore order.
A girl was wearing a
flounce skirt. I pulled her skirt off and dragged the skirt to the
floor. Fortunately for her, in the Northeast, all the young girls
wore petticoats. The porter witnessed the scene, he saw the young
girl crying. He asked the 2nd doorman who this uncontrollable child
was.
The 2nd doorman told
him, “Don't touch this child. His family is one of the most
important here. His uncle is the pastor and his mother is leading the
prayer circle."
How is it that
people in the church fear important families? In church, no one is
more important than another, and no family commands another. The only
person in charge there is Jesus.
The other porter
then replied, “He may be the child of an important family, but this
church does not belong to them, it belongs to Jesus. Now I am going
to catch him and he will stop making a mess."
This porter came
there, and I was afraid. He asked me to take his hand and he
pressed; and I threatened to tell my parents. He took me to the
hallway of the church, pricked my ears. When I wanted to cry, he asked
me to be silent. He told me that if I continued to cause disorder in
the church, he would hit me. "Go sit down and be quiet," he
said to me.
I turned into a
little angel. This doorman worked Tuesday and Friday, and during
those 2 days I was a real little angel. The other days, I continued
to do whatever I wanted.
Fortunately my son
Jonathan doesn't misbehave like me today. He plays instruments in the
church and sings while I was just the opposite when I was at his age.
I had no friends, I
often played alone. I was the child of my parents' old age. They gave
me a lot of attention and forgave me for a lot of things. But it was a
mistake because I was the most terrible of all their children and I
did everything that the others had never done. One day while my uncle
was taking a nap, he who defended me when people said I had a demon
in me. He was sleeping and I saw that he had a lot of hair on his
legs. I found it weird and I decided to remove his hair.
I took kerosene from
a lamp. I poured it while massaging her legs. My uncle woke up
believing that I was massaging him. While I was spreading the oil, he
fell back asleep. I went to get matches and set him on fire. My uncle
stood up. It looked like a horror movie. He went running, screaming,
desperate. He had 2nd-degree burns. He almost died.
I had a bad spirit
in me, I saw my uncle burned and I found it very funny.
My mother came and
helped him. My mom whipped me so hard that day. Then she took some
corn which she spread on the ground and asked me to kneel on it for 1
hour.
3.THE
DAY EVERYTHING CHANGED
When my mother went
to work, she would ask around who could look after me, no one wanted
to. So that is how one day we both went to town to shop. She had to
buy fabrics for the tables in the church. The sisters in the church
loved my mother very much. People feared her, because she had
revelations. When she passed by, people would say, “It is her. This
is the vessel through whom Christ speaks." But the Lord gave my
mother a hard test.
When we had already
bought the fabrics, we were at the station waiting for the train to
return. I had started running everywhere and I was hiding. I wanted
to play hide and seek. I was hiding behind the door in the station
toilets. My mother was looking for me because the train was ready to
go. And as my desperate mother was looking everywhere for me, she saw
a little boy in the distance on the train at the door. This boy had
the same clothes and shoes as me. She thought it was me and she got
on the train. The train closed its doors and was gone.
Because of a game, I
lost my mother's affection, I lost my family, I lost the opportunity
to grow up in a Christian home, I lost everything.
As I left
this toilet, I saw that the train left taking with it the most
important person in my life, my mother, the one who defended me
against everything and everyone. For example one day my mother was
going to milk a cow. I was around and I had a redshirt. The farmer
who was there saw me go to my mother and asked me to change my shirt
because cows don't like red. As stubborn as I was, I said, "This
is what we will see!"
I started to provoke
the cows. When one of them saw me, it started to charge towards me.
At that precise moment my mother saw, she ran towards me to prevent
the cow from hitting me and she fell into the mud. In that mud there
was a piece of iron that went through my mother's breast and one of
the fence posts made her blind in her left eye. She fell there
bleeding with one eye sticking out of it.
My uncles arrived
and I was paralyzed. My mom still ran to kiss me and asked if I was
okay. And she said, "Thank God you're doing well!"
The only love the
Bible compares to the love of God is the love of a mother. A mother
normally loves her child more than her husband, more than her lover,
more than anything. A woman of God loves her children supernaturally.
When her children go out, the mother is never at ease!
So I was alone in
this station, I was crying. Once on the train she realized that the
young boy was not me. My father was waiting for us at the other
station. When she arrived, my father asked where his son was, my
mother replied, “I lost our boy ...”
My father managed to
find a car from the town hall and returned to Recife. They spent 3
days looking for me. Then they had to go home. My father spoke to my
mother, “You took away my joy of living, you took away my son. From
today you are no longer my wife.”
As I told you, I was
the son of my parents' old age. My parents were already old when I
was born. I was the youngest, the one who was pampered and who often
ends badly in life because from young I did not have the same
education as my older brothers.
I was shown too much
love and few limits. I did not have the tools to move forward in life.
I am rebellious, disobedient, contemptuous and selfish. But it is not
my fault. It is because of the failure of my parents who defended me
too much and gave me too much permission at home. The son of old age.
My father took his
license from the church. He tore it up and he said to my mother, “As
of today I'm not a believer either. And I don't want Christians to
come to my house anymore.”
My father was
revolted, he no longer spoke to my mother. She lost the respect of
church members. Formerly admired, when she entered the church, people
said, "Look, it is the irresponsible mother! She lost a 6-year-old child! It is sure that this child is already dead!”
My mother would bow
her head, kneel and cry, not only had she lost me, but she lost her
husband, respect of the church, and people would laugh at her. When she went to the market, people out of spite asked
her, “Oh sister in Christ, where is your son? Didn't you come with
him? Didn't you say your son was coming home? It's been 3 years
already!”
And my mother always
answered, “One day he will come back.”
My mother told me
that she was crying in the street. He missed me very much. Meanwhile,
I wandered the streets, ate in the garbage, ate rotten food.
Sometimes there were already insects on it, but I ate to quench my
hunger.
One Friday night I
was sleeping in the street. In Recife, it is hot during the day, but
at night it is very cold because of the breeze coming from the sea.
So I took a stray dog with me. I caught him for a little
warmth, so I slept often with dogs.
One day some men
came and saw me with the dogs. They thought I was an animal rapist
and they wanted to catch me to punish me. I heard that and I thought
I was going to explain to them that I was using the dogs for warmth
and sleep.
When I got up, one
of the boys kicked me, with his boots, which have an iron on the front.
When his foot reached my face, the iron broke open my jaw. I still
have the scar. He also broke my left jaw at the same time. I fell to
the ground, I couldn't scream because my left jaw was open and
visible. I got up to flee, and his friend took a brass knuckle.
With that iron fist, he hit me where it was already open. I passed out. All night long, I stayed under a bench, bleeding. In the morning a young man who
always passed by and gave me popcorn took me to the hospital as soon
as he saw me. When the nurse began to sew my mouth, she asked who
could have done this to such a young boy.
The doctor said, “A
boy like this, must be one of those little thieves, sniffer of glue,
he certainly stole someone's wallet and he was punished. Quickly
finish sewing his jaw and put him outside; he stinks too much.”
I saw that in their
eyes I was nothing, I was nobody, I did not exist. I was kicked out.
I looked at the sky and I thought of my mother, I remembered what she
said. She said that God gave bread and water to the people of the
Earth so that they would not die of hunger. It had been days since I
had eaten.
I couldn't eat
anything, I had to drink soup or liquid food. But where was I going
to find soup? I had no money. When it rained, I would take the mud
and drink. I would go to the beach and take the rest of the coconut
water that people had drunk. That was my soup. I spent nights hungry.
I received a lot of beatings from little street children like me.
4.
WOMAN INITIATION
One day I went to a
welfare center believing I was going to be saved. But it was the
biggest curse for me.
A car stopped and a
lady came out distributing soup to street children. I didn't know who
she was. She was the most powerful macumbeira (macumba practitioner)
in the state of Pernambuco. She was known as Tia Dinar,
Commander-in-Chief of the High Black Magic Squadron.
When I had lined up
in the queue to receive the soup, she took me out of the line.
“Madam, you are
not going to give me soup?”
"Of course I'll
do it. I'll take you out of the line, because you're a special child,
you'll eat as much soup as you want.”
She gave me a lot of
soup, then she asked me, "Why are you in the street? Don't you
have a father, a mother?”
"I have, but
I got lost and I don't know how to get home.”
I told her the name
of my city. She told me that she didn't know it.
"If you want I
will take you home. I'll take care of you like a son.”
"Is there food
at your place?”
"Yes, of
course.”
"Is there a bed
to lay me down?”
"Yes, of
course.”
"I'm coming.”
This is how I
arrived in the biggest witchcraft center in Pernambuco. She lived
there, but it was also a big center, where she received politicians,
actors and actresses etc. Powerful people came there to make a
satanic pact or ask for a mystical service.
Tia Dinar (that's
her name) said to me, "I need you, you will be my substitute, I
will teach you the art of magic.”
I began to know the
strength of black magic.
"Now you no
longer have a father and you no longer have a mother.”
"But I have a
father and a mother!”
"No it's over,
you don't have anymore. I'm going to lock you in this room. You will
go out only when you understand that you don't.”
She locked me in a
dark room for 45 days. She only gave me food at 10 p.m. She slipped
a strange bowl of salty soup under the door. I was so hungry that I
ate.
After 45 days, I
couldn't remember having had a father or a mother. This
memory was erased from my mind. She gave me spiritual treatment, a
cleansing of my mind and my past was erased.
After 45 days, I was
already used to this soup. When I left the room, I asked her for it.
She replied, "Go
get some from the fridge.”
I went to the fridge
and when I opened it there was no soup, there was only human blood.
That was what she gave me with salt for 45 days. And because of that,
I started to receive spirits.
For another 7 days,
she locked me in a "development" room to receive "guides."
The strongest
guides are controlled by babué, babua, baburia, and babalorixas.
(Baba means father.
They are priesthoods, leaders of worship centers of one of the
Afro-Brazilian religions. These terms are used by followers of
candomblé which is a mystical religion.)
They are
“pai-de-santo” from Angola (very powerful marabouts). When the
“pai-de-santo” in this category perform rituals to kill someone,
they can kill him in the next hour if God does not intervene.
They can do a ritual
to send leprosy, a disease, or make someone bankrupt.
So Tia Dinar had
locked me in a development room dedicated to babalorixas when I was
only a child.
On the penultimate
day, I was incorporated by guides that only high-grade pai-de-santos
normally received. One night I received all the guides, which
normally are only received gradually, every year in normal times.
When I left this room, Tia Dinar immediately saw the number of guides
I had received.
She was afraid and
she said to me, "I'm going to send you to Bahia right away,
because you have received too strong guides and I do not work with
them. You will have to go to Bahia to develop yourself with the mãe
menininha do Cantuá.”
I was staying 7 to 8
months there. She had taught me all the art of magic, all the control
of satanic power, all the strength of black magic. When that was
finished, she said to me, "You will lead 27 high-grade black
magic cults. Do not accept any humiiation from any human being.”
At that time I was
doing jumps 3 meters high. I was taken to a beach called Velmar, and
that's where I started jumping. I didn't know what it was for. I
think the santo pai wanted to know what spirit was incorporated in me
at the time.
I was possessed by
an exum which gave me this supernatural strength. Possessed by this
entity, I could kill any man that challenged me.
People started to
fear me and I was then known in Pernambuco as the little boy from
hell, the youngest pai-de-santo in the state of Pernambuco. From then on, I started to do major works. In 1982, I got to know Roberto Marinho
(President of the Globo group, now deceased).
The mae-de-santo
said to me, "I'm going to introduce you to someone very
powerful. If he likes you, he will want you to work for him.”
I was doing a ritual
for him, and he appreciated it. He then hired me to dedicate his
novelas (Brazilian soap operas).
5. MY
FIRST WORK
I am going to show
you transport tickets on which are printed notices of missing
children.
It is written there,
“Missing child.” This child, Fabiano, disappeared when he was
13 years old in 1996. At 13 years old don't you think that Fabiano
could tell the competent authorities what is the name of his father
and his mother? Can't he tell the name of his neighborhood or the
city in which he lives? The answer is yes. So why isn't he home? Why
has it been so long and no one can find him? I will explain and give
you the reason.
But first look at
this other ticket, where Tatiane who disappeared in 1992 was also 13
years old. There are several of these papers like this, people who
disappeared and never came home again.
You know why? These
people do not get lost, they are kidnapped to be sacrificed in
black magic rituals.
I now want to alert
everyone who watches the novelas.
Before recording a
novela, there is a satanic ritual. The novela is offered to a caboclo
called caboclo de orixa.
The caboclo de orixa
claims 6 children as a sacrifice. We tie the child's feet, the arms.
We put him on an altar. Underneath there is a receptacle. We take a
dagger of tranca-rua (name of a spirit) and we pierce the heart of
the child.
When you take out
that dagger, you press so that there is pressure and blood comes out.
The child struggles on the table until death.
Then we remove his
blood, his flesh, his bones, which we burn like incense to the
caboclo de orixa. The same process is repeated, with 5 other
children. The novela is said to be consecrated.
The actors of the
novela are part of the ritual, and then the novela is broadcast, with
terrible power.
On Judgment Day, the
pai-de-santo will pay for their actions. The actors and actresses who
took part in this will answer for all of this before God. It is for
these reasons that one should never watch the novelas again because now that you know these things, you become accomplices. It is
not something essential to your lives.
There are people who
don't lose an episode, and when they're not home, they record. What
fidelity!
Yet there are
Christians who do not have this same loyalty to God, who do not
devote their time to God. It is because of your watching these
novelas that these children are disappearing. You did not know it?
Certainly. But from today you know it. Nothing on television
captivates as much as a series. You can know someone who is very nice
and very calm. But when she's watching her show, try turning off the
television a bit and you'll see her reaction.
It seems that 60% of
women become adulterous as a result of these soap operas. The
actresses project adultery and promiscuity in these
stories. Then the women at home feel that their own life is bland and
unsatisfying. Yes, these shows make people unfaithful.
So consecrating novelas to Satan was my first job, and I got to know the actors, these famous people.
I knew Renato Aragão. He hired me to do a job for
him. I did and he paid me. And I had gone to offer this money as an
offering to Iémanjà, the queen of the sea on a beach called Boa
Viagem, in Recife. When I brought her this offering, she materialized
and she said to me, "I don't want anything you brought me here.”
"And what do
you want?”
"I want blood.”
"What kind of
animal?”
"I don't want
animal blood. I want human
blood. I don't want a man's blood. I want a woman's blood. I want you
to go back and bring me a 15-year-old girl. You will stab her 7 times
here in the sea. I will drink her blood and I will eat her flesh.”
I came out of the
sea looking for a 15-year-old girl. Know that when you leave your
house, the devil is watching you. Wherever you go, the devil is
watching you - be sure of this. Do you know why he can't do anything to
you? Because an angel with a flaming sword is guarding you. He can't
do anything against you.
The Bible says in
Psalm 34:7, "The angels of the Lord, encamp around those who
fear Him and delivers them.”
That is why the
devil cannot take you. You just need to be faithful and obedient to
the Lord for the angels of the Lord are there.
Here I am looking
for the 15-year-old girl. I was in front of a college; and I was
waiting for the classes to end. There a multitude of young people
came out and I spotted a girl whose age I estimated at 15 years in
relation to her class. I began to follow her to a street where there
weren't a lot of people and I quickly parked my car. I got out,
grabbed her by the neck and threw her in the car with her things so
as not to leave any traces. I set off towards the beach
of Boa Viagem, for the sacrifice. This girl had to die for Renato
Aragão to have more success and more money.
When I arrived at
Boa Viagem beach, this girl was almost passed out. But a police
patrol car passed by and she started screaming. I was scared, but I
still managed to grab her neck so that she passed out again. When I
parked the car, she came out the back door and started running and
leaving me behind.
Fortunately for me
she was not running towards the city center, otherwise someone could
have seen her. She had run to the beach. And this Boa Viagem beach is
very wide. Very quickly, I caught up with her. This young girl was
white-skinned. Her eyes were red. She had cried so much. She was
desperate with the fear of death and I had this dagger in my hands.
"if you run, I
will open your arm and you will bleed into the water. It is better
that you come quietly. I will kill you quickly and you will not even
feel the pain of death.
This young girl was
desperate, she was afraid of losing her life, her future. I was the
devil's instrument, so killing her meant nothing to me. I approached
her to grab her and carry her into the sea. But she took a step back
and raised her hand. I thought she wanted to fight so I approached
her again and she shouted very loudly, "SATAN, by the power of
the name of JESUS I cast you out NOW!”
At that moment a
strong light came out of the girl and made me fall. I had my spirits
in my body and I had fallen to the ground. I looked at the girl above
me. She was red and surrounded by light and cried out to me again, “Young man, I tell you, I belong to the Lord who is the creator of Heaven and Earth.”
I couldn't move
anymore, the spirits inside me were paralyzed. The girl is gone. I
don't know if she herself saw that light that was in her, I don't
think so.
I finally got up. She was already far away. As I got into my car, I told myself that
she must be a mae-de-santo, and that I was going to kill her in
a ritual.
I called several
very strong pai-de-santo (powerful marabouts) to help me in the
ritual. We had done the ritual and there I sent a spirit to kill her
at her place. But the spirit never returned. So I did another ritual,
I sent Exu caveira.
He was gone and came
back. He materialized among us and I asked him, "Did you kill
the girl?”
"No I didn't
kill her and I can't kill her. I can't even touch a single strand of
her hair.”
"Is she more
senior than me?”
"No, I can't
kill her because she belongs to God.”
If you belong to the
Lord God, the Supreme and Terrible Being, the devil cannot make any attempt on your life, for God is on your side. So be obedient, watch your life,
for things happen that you cannot even imagine. I was a wizard, I had
killed, and the only time I had failed was with this real Christian.
God gives you victory and frees you from the hands of Satan!
I was outraged by
this failure; I telephoned the Mae menininha in Bahia to ask her what
was going on. I told her this story and she asked me, "What did
the spirit tell you?”
"He told me
that the girl is a Christian and that he could not kill her.”
"But you stayed
8 months here with me, I told you several times, that you cannot do
any work against the real Christians.”
"But what is
the problem? She's human, isn't she?”
"Yes but their
God does not allow witchcraft to reach them. Do you remember when I
told you that you could become the greatest babalorixa? So stop
looking for Christians.”
"And if I don't
stop?”
"So you're
going to die.”
"But who's
going to kill me?”
"The God of
Christians.”
"Yet you told
me that my "guides" protect me from everything and
everyone.”
"But not from
Him. He can destroy you in less than a second despite your "guides".
When someone asks you to do a death ritual, find out who the target
person is before starting the rituals. If he or she is a practicing
Christian, refrain from doing it because the spirits that live in you
will be destroyed and will cause your death.”
15 days later, a
young girl looked for me, saying, "They told me you were doing
death jobs, I wanted to kill a woman.”
"What did she
do to you?”
"She didn't do
anything, but she's with a man I'm in love with.”
"Are you dating
him?”
"Yes I'm going
out with him but she is the man's wife and I want to kill her to keep
him.”
"Do you have
money?”
"Yes no matter
how much it takes, I'll pay.”
"Bring me a
picture of the girl and find out what her religion is.”
"Okay!”
She brought me the
picture and to find out about the religion of this woman, I asked her, "So what
religion does she belong to?”
"That's not
what you think at all. She doesn't attend any (mystical) center.
She's not mae-de-santo, or any of that, she's a poor woman.”
"Yes, but I
want to know what religion does this "poor woman" belong to
as to whether I can kill her.”
"These are the
kind of poor women who go to church.”
"Then you have
to find another macumbeiro (wizard) to kill her.”
"Why? I told
you she has no protection, she doesn't see a santo pai, she doesn't
wear any charms on her, so she is accessible.”
"This "poor
woman" as you say, I am not able to kill her. Her God does not
allow entities to enter her life to kill her.”
Make no mistake my
brothers, do not practice any ritual, do not go and consult anyone
except your God. Whatever you need, ask God yourself. Ask yourself, What does the Bible say about this?
You have to
lock yourself in your room and talk to God and He will be there. Do
you think you can consult marabouts, listen to advice from people who
practice magic, and after this, come kneeling before the Lord? Do you think you
are protected? Choose your side, be faithful to God and He will be
faithful to you.
So I had stopped
working against Christians. It was also at this time that I dedicated
the novela Tiêta do Agreste.
It was a period when certain crimes
that I had committed had been discovered.
The people (kidnappers) who
worked for us bringing us children had been imprisoned.
They disclosed the name of the Center and myself. The federal police
came to pick me up.
I had to be put in
the high-security prison of the state of Pernambuco, because
prisoners wanted to kill me, because they had learned that I was
sacrificing children.
I was sent to São
Bernardo prison in Alagoas. But São Bernado newspapers and
television revealed that, "The biggest child eater of Pernambuco
arrives in town, the pai-de-santo menininho do inferno, a terrible
macumbeiro (sorcerer)"
All the prisoners
were waiting for me to kill me. The population was in revolt. The
police car I was in, was pelted with stones.
I was 20 at the
time, and I wondered what I had done to the people to make them want
to kill me. I was placed in an isolated cell. When I was sent out for
a walk, I received beatings from all sides from the other prisoners.
Once while I was queuing for lunch, a prisoner came with a dagger and
said, ""Macumbeiro, you are going to die right away!”
He thrust the dagger
in my stomach and the blade went to lodge itself in my spine. When he
pierced me he was still moving the dagger, telling me that I was
going to die, then when he removed the dagger from my stomach, the
blood started to squirt and I had collapsed on the ground.
The other prisoners
approached and started kicking me in the head. The guards had been
slow to arrive, hoping that I would die. Even I didn't understand why
I wasn't dying. The blows were raining down.
I was not dead
because of the promise of God when He announced it to my mother in
the womb that I was going to be a great preacher. God is faithful and
true. I was stabbed 8 times in all. Over the next few days, I
continued to be beaten.
I called the
mae-de-santo, "When are you going to get me out of here?”
"I can not get
you out of there. Since you confessed the crimes, you will stay
there. I spoke to everyone, to the governor, but there are no
solutions for you. We're going to have a meeting with the babalorixas
and we'll see what we do with you.”
The meeting had
taken place, and they said that I had been involved with too many
Christians. It had disturbed the functioning of their centers.
They said, “We
will expel him from magic. He will stay in prison. Let him die
there."
When I heard it on
the phone, she said, "I have bad news to tell you.”
"Speak!”
"You have been
expelled from magic, you are no longer a member.”
"And now?”
"Now it's up to
you to get by on your own!”
"But you know,
however, that I have no one, I have neither father nor mother, the
only person I have is you. You are my mother.”
"I was never
your mother, you entered alone by yourself, and you will remain
alone.”
