Delivered from diabolism

Heritage shares his testimony of how he he got into fetishism and rituals and how God delivered him. Be blessed!

Ah! God has been so good to me. I'm truly a debunker of the statement that "God doesn't care about unbelievers." God over-cares. Why I couldn't notice how much God was doing was because I was an unbeliever at that time but coming into the knowledge of Christ, I could see it. Funnily, every time I think of God's doings then, I cry! Yes, I cry even as a hard guy because His love is overwhelming.

Let me get into it: my name is Heritage and I am the one God has loved. While growing up, I showed my parents shege. It was like I just had to do something to hurt them every brand-new day. I didn't even want to do it intentionally but one way or the other, I would do something.

If I was not forging my secondary school results, I would be stealing my mum's jewellery to give to my crush. There was a time when you could not find a single metal scrap or good metallic equipment in the house; I sold everything I could find in the house to play betting that I would eventually lose. I was unlucky in it but something kept telling me, "Every day for the thief, one day for the owner". The mindset was I was the owner and eventually I would win! But sadly, I thought the victory would last.

What the devil did to keep me on it then was to continually bring me news of people winning 100k with 500 naira so I had hope that I could eventually win. I continued to sell everything I could find at home. I remember a time I sold my expensive bicycle for 4000 naira and lied that "Iron condemned people" came into the house and stole it. Of course, my dad who was a law enforcer caught me and I got a good beating.

Nevertheless, I continued with my addiction to betting. Another time, I lost over 140,000 naira of my school fees to betting. Then I sold my phone intending to pay my school fees, only for me to bet on it and eventually I lost. At some point, I convinced myself that it wasn't just to win anymore, so I came into the business fully hoping I could help everyone around me and be a man! This was where the lust for success and money crept in I think.

The fall into diabolism began this way: I was in school, the Polytechnic Ibadan precisely when I went out with a friend one of those days. We were heading to the barber's shop when we alighted from this bike and suddenly, the bike man stared at me intently. Then He said in the local dialect, “Go use some appeasement charm because some so-called elders (witches, wizards) were not happy with you”, and then he left abruptly. My feeble mind could not contain this and though I tried to hide the fear, it was obvious to my friend. Normally, I wouldn't be scared. I used to mock prophets who said they saw visions about people and would ask them to bring money for prayers or go up the mountain for a good number of days. I thought it was the highest form of deception and never understood how "Yoruba" mothers were attracted to the whole thing.

Here I was, faced with the exact thing and I couldn't discern that I was also accepting the "Yoruba" mother's way of life. I began my episode of "ultimate search" for solutions. I started from the "Alfa" at my hostel area. After narrating the ordeal to him, he added petrol to the already burning fire. He said it was a serious thing but I shouldn't worry and just do the appeasement rites. He even "volunteered" to help me with the whole thing and I should just bring a certain amount (can't remember the exact figure) and also do charity for the kids in the neighbourhood. I thought to myself that his solution was not serious as the problem was painted in my head. Then I called a guy known as "Shehu", I was introduced to him initially by a friend for some fraud charm. I never liked fraud really but the friends I associated with somewhat rubbed off the lust for money on me. So I sought after him to do a charm for me. It was my inquisitive nature that made me collect the charm from him and use it. After bathing the soap, a serious migraine fell on me and I threw it away. Why would I pay for wahala instead of wealth?

Ignorantly I called on him again to help me out. I knew his solution would be hard but I thought that was what I needed. I never knew it would be harder than I could imagine. He told me he would have to bury some animals alive and then prepare some stuff. It seemed harder than I could bear so I had to turn a blind eye to his solution; I had to search high and low for a better solution.

Lastly, I met someone they call "pastor if" through a family member I had told my ordeal to. "Pastor Ifa '' said he was a pastor who was vast in both Quran and traditionalism. But he was a pastor of a church indeed. The family member who went with me assured me of how authentic he was. This somewhat made me relax and decided to follow the instructions of the man. The solution the man proposed was to bathe with the blood of a duck mixed with water and some soap. This I blindly did after being assured by that Family member of no imminent danger. It was this family member who paid the money the man charged me. What more relief could I ask for? Then came the "but" of the so-called solution. I was told not to eat any food that draws anymore. Telling a Yoruba man not to eat "ewedu" which is best accompanied by amala is tantamount to going to prison. I could neither eat okro soup, nor catfish, nor snail. It was like I was just in bondage but I was determined to keep to it nevertheless.

As if that was not enough, there was also a need to bathe a soap once every 2 days and not clean my body with a towel. It wasn't comfortable and for 2 years, I was bound under the illusion.

Now that I think of it, I'm sure Christ thought, "What kind of unnecessary wahala was I putting myself through". Because the switch to freedom is not something anyone would expect. Out of His mercy for me, He was always reaching out to me but I never yielded. Then, He could not watch me suffer anymore so He orchestrated a way for me to find The Supernatural Assembly, under Pastor Seyi Kolawole. Just one sermon on "my identity in Christ" and a heart positioned to receive was what God used. Amazingly, God did not ask me to kill an animal and use the blood to break some covenant I thought was established by the first rite. Just a single sermon message!

I was not even physically present in the church at that time, I got the sermon on the church's telegram channel (by the leading of the Holy Spirit) and listened. Just like everything was mapped out already, my aunt happened to be cooking a delicious okro soup with crabs that day. God prepared one of the most delicious breakthrough meals.

After over 1 hour and 45 minutes of listening to the sermon, it kept ringing in my ear that Christ has redeemed me from the bondage of sin and the law and I had liberty in Him. Then the pastor also explained that I was no longer bound by what to eat, wear or touch if I was in Christ now. Then I found this scripture also, "For one believes he may eat all things, but he who is weak eats only vegetables." Romans 14:2 and God receives us both. I think I shouted at the dawning of this scripture in my Spirit. Then came another one too, "Eat whatever is sold in the meat market, asking no questions for conscience’ sake; for the earth is the Lord’s, and all its fullness. If any of those who do not believe invite you to dinner, and you desire to go, eat whatever is set before you, asking no question for conscience’s sake. This was all that was needed to tell me, I could eat all things through Christ that strengthens me.

My aunt was taken aback when I passed a plate to her to give me some soup. She asked if I suddenly didn't have any objections to eating it and I affirmed that Christ had freed me. I accompanied the soup with some light complexion "amala" and it was the best feeling ever.

For all I care, I would still be held down by that bondage till now if Christ did not show me mercy. I cannot help but think of the millions of people who are currently in what I was: The Illusion. If only they knew that an Identity in Christ sermon, with some good "amala & ewedu" soup was all that was needed to be free. Sometimes, I wish to visit that man and wipe him cord for starving me of good food for years. Then I realised it was not him at work but the devil using him. Ephesians 2:2 says, "In which you once walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit who now works in the sons of disobedience". So, I know he had no choice but to do the bidding of his father the devil.

Finally on this particular testimony, I hope someone meet with light while reading this. There is liberty in christ if you truly desire freedom. You are not irredemable, It is you and I most especially that God want to reach out to. God gave me a clean slate, gave me a new life such that the former life do not affect it. He is able to do the same with you too if you are tired of that diabolic life. It is nothing but bondage and leads to death. But you can be free today, right now. Do not believe that thought that what you have done is far worse than what you have read here, its a lie! God says if your sins be as red as scarlet, He shall wash you as white as snow. God loves you and He is calling you to freedom. Come to Him today and He is to help you.

There is more testimony to feed your faith with. The lust for money, the immoral woman and how I died and was resurrected in Christ. Kindly stay tuned. 

If you were blessed by this testimony, or you can relate, kindly leave a comment below.