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EX-SATANIST COMES TO CHRIST: THE EVER-PRESENT HELP OF GOD
Part
3
I had a child by
accident in my teenage years before I started magic. I got my
daughter back, who I left in the care of my wife.
In this house, I had
installed ritual objects including two large statues, more than 1000
candles, 120 cats, 3 snakes and more.
One day I was
setting up a game console for my daughter, when a teenage girl from
the neighborhood rang the bell.
As I opened the
door, I heard a loud noise. I shouted to ask her to pay attention to
the electric gate. When I saw her, I saw her bent over, bent in half. I saw an orisha (higher demon) had possessed her.
This orisha (higher
demon) approached me and signified to me that he wanted to speak to
me. We walked towards the room where no one was allowed to enter
except me.
Here is the message
from the spirit, "In exactly 14 days, you will kill your wife,
and your daughter. You will drink the blood of both.”
"I will kill
whoever you want, but not my wife, nor my daughter, please.
Ultimately, I can kill my wife, but not my daughter!”
"You're going
to do it. It's an order, you have to stab her and drink her blood,
then you will kill your wife.”
The spirit is gone.
I consulted all the great masters, all the wizards that I could. I
knelt down before them begging their help, so that this does not
happen.
"Don't let them
kill my daughter. She didn't choose to be my daughter, she is not
involved in her father's activities. I can't, I can't!”
They all answered
me, "You chose to enter the magic, no one forced you. You must
now obey, you are a horse ridden by the spirits,.You will go and do
what they tell you.”
At that time, I
didn't know that Jesus could get me out of this, I didn't know that He had power over all these things. I did not know that He had power in
the heavens, on the earth and under the earth.
After these
refusals, I went to a nightclub. I drank, I took drugs, I needed
courage. I got home at 4 am.
On the road, I
passed a road cleaning vehicle. I stopped near the vehicle. I wanted
to chat with someone, I wanted to unload my burden. But first I'll
tell you that before going to a club, I tried to talk to Christians.
I tried to talk to them because I was in such distress.
But each of them
turned their back on me. They were either scared or disgusted by my
appearance. I would like to remind you, dear brother, that if someone
comes to you, smells bad, looks strange, do not turn away. These
people sometimes need your friendship.
Remember when Jesus
sat down with the bad-living people, He didn't say, “They stink
these people, these people are stupid, these people are weird, these
people look weird.”
But He said He was
sent for the sick. If you say you are the light of Christ know that
you are for people like that, and not just for those around you. I
needed hope, the Christians refused it to me. I had even tried to
stop Christian cars, but they were taking detours to avoid me.
If it happens to you
true Christians to argue with a sorcerer, magician, don't be afraid
to argue with him and even hold his hand, nothing will happen to you.
Be sure, you are covered by the grace of God and the blood of Jesus
Christ. Don't think a wizard can do anything against you. You are
perhaps the only person to teach him, despite all his esoteric
knowledge, that Jesus can free him from all these bonds. Because we
Satanists were ignorant. Even when we have become slaves in the pay
of the Devil, we endure hopeless despair.
Let's go back to
this morning when I approached the garbage collector. I approached
him and became suspicious of him for the way he was serene. I parked my car and I approached him.
I touched his broom
to make him feel comfortable then I said to him, "Have you ever
heard about happiness? Do you know someone who is happy?”
He started to smile,
and replied, "You won't believe it, but I'm the happiest man in
the world.”
"But you are a
street sweeper, a garbage collector, you earn a few dollars and you
say you are the happiest man in the world?!”
"I am the
happiest man in the world because I am a Christian, washed, redeemed
by the blood of Jesus!”
"Are Christians
happy then?”
"Yes because
they have the Prince of Peace with them, you never heard of it?”
"I think you're
crazy!”
"You called me
a garbage collector, in fact, I take care of cleaning the streets as
you said. But that's on this earth, in a while I'll be in New
Jerusalem, over there, the streets are golden!”
"You are crazy,
you are crazy, what is this city? What gold are you talking about?!
Is that what you think about when you clean the streets? Does that
make you delirious at this point?!”
I really thought he
was crazy, let's say nuts, I had fun teasing him.
"Your Jesus,
He's good, and all that ...”
"Yes, all power
was given to Him.”
"You know, I
have to kill my wife and my daughter, because I am a wizard and I
have to do it.”
I thought he was
going to be scared, but no, his eyes started to glow.
I asked him, "Ask
your Jesus how much He takes to help me not to kill my wife and my
daughter. I pay, I give everything He wants. I have the means. You
know I am really a great wizard, my rates are high, $10,000,
$50,000 and even $100,000 for a mission. I helped a man to become
President of the Republic.”
I continued, "I
pay everything He asks, I advance part now, then the other when I see
results. Does it work this way?”
"Jesus only
expects one thing from you!”
"A single
thing?! I usually work with at least 72 ritual objects! Whoever gives
me a mission must spend nearly $1,000 just on materials and it's $300
for 3 minutes of consultation. With that, I still have a 6-month
queue! So what is this thing?”
"Jesus wants
you to become His friend, open your heart to Him, recognize your
weakness, accept Him as your only Lord and Savior, that will be
enough.”
"What are you
telling me here?! Are you telling me that I have to become a
Christian? That I become like you?”
"You don't have
to be like me, I only ask you to open your heart and let Jesus come
into your life. He will solve your problems.”
"But I can't…
I've already given my soul to the orishas, I can't give it to anyone
anymore.”
"You cannot
want the blessing and reject the One who blesses you. If you accept
Jesus, I guarantee you victory in His Blood.”
"I cannot! I
prefer to pay.”
"Jesus doesn't
work like that.”
I got angry, I left
and headed to my car. The young man followed me and knocked on the
window.
"Whether you
like it or not, God has a plan for you!”
I went. At around 4
p.m., I was in the process of carrying out the orisha order, when
someone rang the doorbell.
My daughter ran,
saying, “It's grandfather, grandfather is here.”
A very angry mind
said to me, "This old man will spoil everything!”
My father came in,
he kissed my wife and my daughter. He looked at me and asked me if
everything was okay.
As soon as he
entered, he saw the statues that I had installed in the middle of the
living room. He exclaimed, "God have mercy on my son!”
My father wanted to
pray right away.
I said to myself,
“No, it's not possible, he can't pray to another god at my place,
the orishas won't appreciate it!”
I barely opened my
mouth to ask him not to pray when he interrupted me, "My son,
you will let me pray. The name of Jesus is powerful!”
I was afraid. You
know wizards, at least those from my land, don't really listen to their own thoughts. There are spirits that constantly whisper in their ears
to guide them in their thinking. The spirits speak in the left ear.
So I was afraid of my father because he had guessed what I was going
to do, yet he is not a rocket scientist. So I asked him how he knew
what I was going to do.
He responded to me,
"Christ revealed it to me, and I thank Him for taking me to your
house at this moment. You are not going to kill your wife or your
daughter!”
"Daddy, please
go away!”
"I know what
I'm saying, my child. A feast is in preparation in your occult world.
Satan asked you to sacrifice your wife and your daughter!”
"You have to
go, otherwise, the spirits will push you!”
"I will not
leave, besides, I will stay a few days here.”
At that moment, I
looked for the spirits, but they were nowhere to be found.
