Revelation African spiritual act in Brazil, a warning to the rest of the world - Chapter 3

Revelation African spiritual act in Brazil, a warning to the rest of the world - Chapter 3


When I realized I should not be there that demonic ritual, and that it was not a show but an African ritual, they were already talking about African languages and had a black running in the lounge with a leopard skin on the back, and environmental hostility made her fear take care of me pinning me.

In a moment of insight, I said to myself: "What I'm doing here?" And I withdrew from this "show house", which is actually a disabled municipal market, today I am completely against that cultural disguised spiritual African entities receiving government funds for cultural presentations that are actually spiritual rituals of evil.

From there I decided to go to a bar and sit at an outdoor table to reflect and calm down, but soon after came the Candomblé demons that I thought were normal people and my friends, the Costa Neto photographer and as he Paulo Rasta and both were to ride in my car and asked me why I had not called them to go to the bar, I was still numb with what had occurred in the presentation of evil candomblé and was silent trying to organize the thought realizing the trap theyThey had set for me.

Then I remembered that this same Paul Rasta in previous nights offering artisanal cachaça that he prepared and that the Costa Neto took and offered me, cachaças that should be mixed with a drug and came the reminder that I've seen this same Paul Rasta out in handcuffs a Rave it was selling LSD and ecstasy tablets that hid in his Rastafarian hair, which days later he told me that hair was partially shaved in the police station he telling me feeling outraged.

I never wanted to prove chemical drugs even though we live in a generation of easy access to these drugs, but the Costa Neto repeatedly offered me talking all excited it was great. But still did not convince me.

But back to the bar that night while the two in inquired why not have them expected, came two friends said demons and threatened me to complete the panic attacks at night.

So many verbal and mental abuse I got out of the devastated bar scared and angry and the subconscious with this repetition of these assaults and verbal threats. I got home and I was reading the Revelation of the Bible as a mental defense form.

And, alone in my room, while reading the Bible, they resumed the insults and spiritual verbal abuse, ie, I was alone in the room for physical presence, but spiritually was surrounded by demons African Candomblé. They started yelling at me and poke my body as a form of voodoo threats trying to get me out my common sense and scare me because I never imagined that it existed in fact, I had never crossed my mind.

These insults lasted days, I worked in TV station and diuturnamente repeated prayers and prayed the Our Father taught by Jesus to fight the voices, as they did not give truce I had to pray all day without stopping to resist this insult of evil. It reached the point of trying to ward off the orbits of my eyes to let me cross-eyed and I to resist putting her finger in front of eyes at arm's length and spent a long time looking at my finger to keep the eye focus and not let them pull my eyes away from the center.

During the early morning while praying the Our Father the voice of two women of African Candomblé that I recognized and one of them even when I knew it was said Protestant Christian, they were repeating the name of the Holy Father of African Candomblé who also was the nickname of the Costa Neto such photographer who did my friend. And as I tried to sleep were doing voodoo as my body as if with some sharp instrument inside my body, inside my belly, causing very unpleasant feelings and scaring me a lot and keeping me from sleep peacefully.

They were repeating the name of the Holy Father's African Candomblé and chattering his name, day and night, it was hard to maintain sanity and coherence of thought but I resisted.

So I looked for a Presbyterian Church and there I met some good people and in the mornings I received a spiritual restoration and I saw angels who told me the following sentence: ". Forgiven of all sins made in the world" And I felt a restoration of organs that the African Candomblé was harassing with your voodoo.

Continued ...

RRGMNS .'.