wakey... I can speak firsthand about necromancing, and dying. Whoever tells you otherwise than that there is a hell from which the only escape from is Jesus of Nazareth whom the Scriptures reveal, is lying to you. Soon after I came back to, I gained strength quickly but had problems with bad water; I remember telling my brother that I had seen God face to face, but at the time he didnt take me seriously. However, I changed, though my body was feeble. Two things were evident to me, and some, that the ancestors were speaking through me, and that I stood alone. I was still puzzled by the wonder of God. Listen to me, my friends, God is a good God. Id be going about my chores and God would intervene, literally open the heavens and speak down straight at me, yes, from up there. He did most of the talking, though occasionally I asked questions. I was able to relate to my granddad, because the first time God appeared to me after I came to he said, Thou art my son, this day have I begotten thee, I knew I could speak, not just for our ancestors, but for God himself. More over and while ruffling through his rack of tools, I found an old termite eaten and thus covered RSV Bible. A few days later, while lying at home, I suddenly realised that the roof of the hut was just a few centimeters away from my face and I was suspended in mid air. I was not afraid so I looked down, at that time ravenous beasts burst through the door and scoured the room for me. The next day a cousin came to pick me up and said I would be safer in Malawi. I just got up and followed her. It was a two day trek and I was not strong enough to walk it, but I did. However, I must have collapsed afterwards because I came to 3 weeks later. My body was a real bag of bones, I couldnt work out how come I had life, me, in it. I must have died several times too, because I visited heaven several times, and every time I appeared before God stood in front of him, and we would talk. Every time I would end up melting into him. I could see the world inside God. I learnt a lot in Malawi. There were a lot of spiritual battles too, but the man under whose shadow I was was ordained of God somehow, because all the time I was there I could not war, and he visibility, demonstrably and loudly was always warring. Each time hed come back into the house and say to his wife, If this man was at his village, hed be dead by now. I pretended to be asleep, but I learnt to scoff at evil from him. When the final ancestral ritual came up, and I had to be initiated, instead of me standing in front of God, I suddenly found myself standing inside of him and looking out at existance from his perspective. He was looking out through me, so to speak, everyone freaked out. But it was all done in order, and I kept the matter to my heart.
Posted on: Wed, 08 Oct 2014 18:15:59 +0000
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