The intensity of the battles raged, when I was taken into another vision of the night. I saw an African witchdoctor who was in the process of performing rituals over my sleeping form. Later, I witnessed that he grew more and more earnest. Dancing over me was no longer a witchdoctor, but the image of an African god. As this god poured forth Hell’s terribleness, our battle grew in the physical realm.
For many days, mind-control forces would suddenly grip me so that all my emotions were ripped to pieces. My mind was torn apart until the battle raged out of control. Mom said that it was the very moments the witchdoctor had turned into the image of an African god.
They were ripping and destroying my very existence. Everytime she would lay hands on me, fire warfare broke out. I would tell her that they were using balls of fire which hit me causing severe painful explosions.
The evil hordes attacked me constantly until a sure conviction dropped into my spirit, “Give that one that is responsible for these attacks, give him off.” After I had approached mom about the matter, I fell on my knees in obedience.
The Lord had revealed on many different occasions that this person used every method possible to force me to marry him. He had defiled every girl through the years but was not able to bear the very thought of not being able to destroy me.
After I had given this person off, that burden became lighter. Then I heard the Voice of Jesus saying, “You have passed.”
[Joel 2: 12 – 13] “Therefore also now, says the Lord, turn and keep on coming to Me with all your heart, with fasting, with weeping, and with mourning (until every hindrance is removed and the broken fellowship is restored). Rend your hearts and not your garments and return to the Lord, your God, for He is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and abounding in loving- kindness; and he revokes His sentence of evil when His conditions are met.”
That night, I was shown in another vision of the night that I had entered a different class. This class was called “Nursing”.