Your prayer will tremble your demons

This story is from my inbox. A fan shared her personal experience after she read a witch story on this page. Lets read and learn from her experience.

Good day Mr Victor Firdance, I have been reading your stories on this page, but your last witch/ghost story resonates with me. I am an undergraduate in one of the tertiary institutions, and I stay in a private lodge outside the campus.

There is this particular final year student in our lodge, students avoid her because of her canterkerous nature. I also stay away from her, untill this fateful day when she wore my fancy slippers.

I was about going out when I noticed that the slippers was no longer in front of my door where I left it. As I was searching for it, I saw her walking down the aisle with my fancy slippers on her legs. I was very sure that the slippers belongs to me. Immediately she removed it and entered one of the rooms, I went there and took my slippers.

She came out immediately and began to shout at me, I told her the slippers belongs to me, and she replied “And so?”

I knew she was spoiling for a fight, so I ignored her and walked away. That got her really furious, and she pushed me that I almost hit my head on the wall.

By that time, other students were coming out of their rooms to see what was happening. I warned the lady never to try that nonsense with me again, but she laughed hysterically and said something in our language which when translated, will mean ‘When masqurades gather, the new initiates should keep shut.’

I told her that I am not a masqurade, and that masqurades are to be afraid of me, and not the other way round.

She replied “We shall see!”

I left her there and went about my business. One of my lodgemates quietly whispered to me to apologise to her as the said lady is very ‘powerful’, but I ignored him.

That night, I began to feel uneasy. I began to hear eerie sounds that I can not describe. I began to play channels of my spirit open up by Dunsin Oyeka.

I had not even slept when I felt a strange presence in my room. It was more like a trance. A strange figure appeared and began to hold my neck. I held it back on its neck, and began to strangle it too. It was like a survival of the fittest. It felt so strange and surreal because I was not even asleep as I could still hear the song playing.

I began to pray out loud the moment I noticed I was beginning to loose my strength, I pushed that figure to the wall, and held it firmly by the neck till it got weak and fell, all the while, I was still praying aloud.

Immediately the strange figure fell, I jumped up from the bed drenched in my own sweat. I was panting furiously like someone who føúght with ten demóns.

As I was still trying to catch my breath, I heard hurried movements in the lodge, then it graduated to loud shouts.

That troublesome lady was said to be talking and groaning in her sleep, after a while, she started jerking, and she was hurriedly carried away to God-knows-where.

I did not see her again throughout that semester, but when I ran into her in the street, she was shocked, afraid and restless. She immediately turned and followed another route.

She never stepped into our lodge again, neither did I see her there again.

Since that incident, I took my prayer life more serious. Thank you Mr Victor for all you write here and for making my spirit charge more in prayers. I keep learning from your page.

Hear me,

If you are living your life like it does not matter, what does not matter will take your life from you. That’s it.

I want you all to know that there are powers, and there is also a supernatural and ultimate power.

When you find yourself soaked in prayers, demons will tremble.

STAY SPIRITUALLY ALERT & AWAKE!

Bilisa Negash

Look another meaningful example!

One evening after I had delivered a pack of VianceTea to a client, I decided to take a stroll around my area.

I needed to clear my head because so many things were running through my mind. I had several issues I needed to solve. Both at the office and in my own personal life. So many plans I had laid down for myself.

While walking through this lonely path, looking from left to right and enjoying the cool breeze that accompanied the serenity, a bike emerged from a corner and zoomed passed me speedily.

On the bike was this woman carrying her child in her hands. She was screaming and crying, urging the bike man to drive faster.

I knew they were heading for the hospital. It had to be an emergency. Just behind her, I saw a form of smoke. It looked like it had come out from the bike. I looked closely and saw that this was no ordinary smoke. This smoke had a form. It was dark and round shaped. I saw what seemed to be an eye and a form of ear shape. This smoke was closely following the bike man as he drove past.

There are times I wish I couldn’t see spirits and ghósts. There are times I wished I was like every normal person out there. I wouldn’t have noticed anything. I would have just continued my stroll.

But I couldn’t concentrate anymore. I wanted to know what that black smoke wanted to achieve. Why it was following the bike and the woman.

I began to head for the hospital, hoping it was there they were going.

After fifteen minutes walk, I arrived.

I saw the bike outside. From the way it was parked, I could tell it was hurriedly parked. I entered the hospital and found the woman still holding her child in her hands.

There was the smoke again, hovering around the child. It was thick.

As I approached, I found the woman praying and speaking in tongues. The moment she began to pray, the black smoke I had seen began to scatter.

I walked to the man and asked him what the problem was.

“It’s my son. I don’t know what happened. He just slumped.”

She stopped praying the moment a nurse walked past. The smoke gathered again.

I walked to her and told her.

“Madam, if you believe me, your son will live again. Don’t stop the prayer.”

She intensified it.

Her husband joined her while we waited for the doctor. I looked around. I noticed the dark smoke becoming faint.

Just then the boy’s legs moved.

He squeezed his hands.

At that moment, the nurses we were waiting for came to pick the child, into a ward.

I asked the woman not to stop the prayer.

And told the man to support her.

By this time the arena had become clear.

The black smoke I had earlier seen had vanished.

Sometimes when we face our greatest fears, we are overwhelmed with so much fear that we forget to pray. We fail to realize that prayer is the only weapon used to combat both seen and unseen evil.

You see prayer, it is very important because it keeps evil from a distance!

SO,

PRAY AT ALL TIMES & BLAST IN OTHER TONGUES IF YOU KNOW HOW TO!