Martin Tsala 1

After experiencing the deaths of many relatives, including the author's parents, and recounting a personal encounter with an alleged supernatural attack, the author concludes that true deliverance and protection come only through repentance, faith in Jesus Christ, the power of the Holy Spirit, and reliance on God's power rather than occult practices or religious traditions lacking genuine spiritual transformation.

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CHAPTER 1 MY CHILDHOOD AND ADOLESCENCE 

In this chapter, I present my family life before I entered the world of darkness. I am a young  Cameroonian of a very gentle aspect, but I was very dangerous. After having occupied important  positions in the kingdom of Lucifer, I now want to expose the works of Satan to those who do not  know the devil. 

I have had the opportunity to give my testimony in many churches, but in a brief way, without  addressing certain points. This testimony was presented only in the form of summaries, without  analysis. This book makes it possible to put an end to the speculation concerning the points which  have not been discussed during my visit to these different churches. 

Before you begin to read my testimony, do not forget to address a prayer to our Lord so that your  entire being may be completely covered and protected by the blood of Jesus. 

WHO IS BROTHER MARTIN? 

I am a Cameroonian, currently in his thirties. I was born in the central province, in a small village of sixteen houses, a Catholic father and a Protestant mother. My father, a retired railroader since 1959,  before my birth, married three women during his lifetime. The first was a Betti from the Ngoumou  region. The second was a Bassa, who died while my father was serving as a township chief on the  Cameroon railways. The third, who was my mother, was a Bassa from the Nyong-et-Kélé  department. My mother was very young, the youngest of my father's wives. My father was 28 years  older than her. She gave birth to thirteen children, including three miscarriages. My father's first  wife gave him three children. The second had no children. 

My father was a man who feared God but in the manner of certain dead Christian churches. He was  really honest, doing a lot of good to people. 

When he retired, he moved to his native village, with his two wives and children. His children were  his first concern. He took his own meals only after making sure that his children had already been  well fed. My father played the role of a mother to her children. Since he did not have much  property, he said that his only wealth was his children. And it was precisely on his children that the  devil began his work of destruction.  

The sorcerers of my village, seeing that my father was a dynamic and simple man and that he knew  nothing about sorcery, began to kill his children one after the other, and to provoke miscarriages in  order to drink the blood of the babies. My mother, my big sister, and my niece had miscarriages,  which were provoked by sorcerers. For us, witchcraft is a religion established by the devil. It is transmitted from generation to  generation. The majority of sorcerers frequent churches assiduously, and some even show  themselves to be very zealous and faithful members. At least that's what I could see in my village. 

Witchcraft, therefore, struck my family from the smallest to the greatest. Ten children of my family  were killed one by one. Several pregnancies were also interrupted prematurely, but my father's other children were killed when they were already grown up. Sometimes the sorcerers ate the babies. My  father, who loved his children so much, died of rage.

Two or three weeks before each death, the sorcerers announced by their spokesman what would  happen in our little family. One of the sorcerers came to see my father and told him the sex and age  of the person who was about to die. It was happening as he had announced. This was happening not  only in our family but also in other families. Almost all deaths occurred in an unusual way. 

Sorcery is practiced in an intense and ferocious manner. It was even dangerous to travel or to walk  on the road alone during the night. Sorcerers awaited their victims in the groves to bring them  down. Witchcraft was, therefore, the main weapon of the villagers. 

Then came the poison. Several young men and women were killed in our region as a result of  poisoning. The poison was so deadly that the victim could not resist more than two days.  Sometimes poisoning was accompanied by occult invocations and sorcery. 

All this region, even today, is infected with sorcery. It was because of sorcery that ten children of  my family were executed. 

Man is a cynical animal whose civilization tries to repress the barbarous instincts. But this was a  massacre of the innocent. The sorcerers passed each family with a fine comb. In each family, one or  two people were bewitched by sorcerers. 

At least three forms of bewitching were practiced: bewitched by "kong" (the victim is delivered to  Satan in exchange for a sum of money), spell by evil incantations, and spell through figurines.  These last two forms of enchantment were more practiced than the former. 

My little sister, who is still alive, was the victim of a spell by evil incantations. The date of her  death had already been announced by the sorcerer's spokesman, who was also one of our cousins.  She was narrowly saved by an eminent healer from a neighboring village, a friend of my brother-in law, who was also a healer. 

These situations benefited the healers most, who reaped the financial benefits. The treatment costs  for one person ranged from 15,000 to 80,000 CFA francs, from 300 to 1,600 francs, a considerable  sum for Africa, which can amount to one to two months' salary. Sometimes it was even 150,000  CFA francs (3,000 francs) per person, not counting the domestic animals that had to be given, goats, pigs, chickens, etc. 

There was a multitude of healers in the region who were doing everything to exploit this situation.  Since our region was very rich in cocoa, each family had sufficient income to solve its problems. 

It was manna that fell from heaven for healers. One of my cousins was affected in 1974, at the age of 17 years. He eventually had to die after four  days of illness. On the day of his death, his father, who was a catechist, and who did not believe in  the darkness, was threatened by his wife because he had not heeded the wizard's warning. 

He was a catechist among the Catholics, and he believed himself to be protected by divine power.  The Word of God says: 

"My people are destroyed because they lack knowledge. Since you have rejected knowledge, I will  reject you, and you will be stripped of my priesthood" (Hosea 4: 6).

Thus my father thought he was walking with God, according to the teaching which he had received  in the Catholic religion, that is to say, the adoration of statues, prayer to the dead, and false  doctrines. If this girl, who had been kidnapped at the age of 17, had been covered with the blood of  Jesus Christ, she would have been perfectly protected, and no wizard could have even approached  her. 

A family that is not Christian remains under the rule of Satan. It does not live under the power of  God, the true power of Jesus Christ. It remains subject to the influence of occultism, camouflaged  behind the name of Jesus, and practiced in the sects created by the devil, of which we will speak a  little later. If my family had truly benefited from the blood of Jesus, it would not have had to endure the onslaught of sorcerers or massacres. 

Most of our Christian religions are dead religions, they have no power of God. These religions do  not know that the Holy Spirit of God still acts in the children of God, as in the days of the early  Church. 

In order to understand how we can be freed from the devil, let us read this passage from the Acts of  the Apostles: "After hearing this discourse, they were heartily touched, and they said to Peter and to  the other apostles," Brethren, what shall we do? Peter said to them, "Repent and baptize every one  of you in the name of Jesus Christ, for the forgiveness of your sins, and you will receive the gift of  the Holy Spirit. For the promise is for you, and for your children, and for all that are far off, as  many as the Lord our God shall call unto them" (Acts 2: 38,39). 

Under the pressure of Satan, the Churches have not taught Christians that the Lord Jesus, through  the Holy Spirit, can heal all sorts of diseases, or that His precious name can still cast out demons  today in the midst of His children. It is written in Mark 17: 15-18: 

"And He said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to all creation. He who  believes and is baptized will be saved, but he who does not believe will be condemned. These are  the miracles that will accompany those who believe: In My name, they will cast out devils, speak  new tongues, and seize serpents; If they drink any mortal drink, it will not harm them; They will lay hands on the sick and the sick will be healed. " It is this ignorance that pushed the Pentecostal Christians and the Catholics to run after the  marabouts. 

The power of God is ignored in Christian circles, or rather in those who call themselves children of  God. While the power of Satan is much better known by pagans and false Christians. My family, who knew nothing of the power of God, went every day into the houses of the  marabouts to obtain protection and seek healings. But all this was of no use to my dear family.  Every year we lost one or two children. 

After the death of the children, the first victim among the adults was my mother. She had received  an evil spirit in her belly. Her pain started from the lower abdomen to the level of the rib cage, and  she could not breathe normally. Sorcerers used powerful means to counteract any attempt at healing  or defense. The sorcerer's spokesman had already announced her death. All attempts at treatment  ended in failure and death came slowly. After three months of illness, she died in her native village. 

One day I arrived at the village to spend my holidays. The very first night, lying on my bed, a sorcerer, who had taken the form of an owl, entered my  room with the intention of blinding me. The sound of his wings woke me up in time, just as he was  preparing to rush at me. 

To tell the truth, brothers and sisters, it was the words and the calls I made in the name of the  Eternal Father Jesus that freed me from the clutches of this sorcerer, after a fight of more than 15  minutes, from which I emerged victorious but without reaching to kill this evil bird. 

My family was entirely Catholic and knew nothing of the power of God. Talismans, protections and occult cures occupied the first place in my family. I must admit that I have never been told since my childhood of the protective power or the healing power of the Lord Jesus Christ. 

But I knew that the Lord Jesus existed and that He was the Savior of mankind in general. The teaching on repentance and conversion is absolutely unknown in certain Christian circles. 

Catholics, even simple Pentecostal Christians, think that one can be Christian but live as one likes.  Again, it is a lie of the devil. 

In the course of the morning, one of my uncles, who was not even aware that I had arrived the day  before, asked me the following question: "What happened that night in your room?" It was on that  day that he mentioned to me the name of Jesus. I understood very well afterward that he was the  alleged perpetrator or one of those responsible for the death of my parents. 

It was perhaps also he who had taken the form of this evil bird. In the village, my family was pretty  well endowed with land. My father alone had more than ten hectares of land. It was this ground, and the vast cocoa-tree of my paternal uncle, which attracted the jealousy of the sorcerers, and which  impelled them to wish to destroy my family. They wanted to destroy all my family to become  owners of these things. 

My family spent their time running to the healers to protect themselves from the attacks of the  sorcerers. 

Each disease was presented to the healer to find relief. The little income collected at the cocoa  harvest passed directly into the hands of the healers. These practices ruined everyone in my village.  Despite all the treatments and protective talismans provided by the healers, the villagers were  always struck by sorcery. 

After sorcery, the second plague was poison, slow or vivid. The slow poison was an occult potion  that slowly killed. The lively poison was so deadly that the poisoned person did not survive more  than two days. This village was really the jungle of Satan. One night, about two o'clock in the  morning, when my father went out to meet his needs, he was struck down by a diabolical power.  The sound of his fall awakened many of our neighbors because he shouted aloud. Previously, the  sorcerers had cast evil sand on his eyes, so that his sight was already disturbed. That night they just  wanted to finish him off. I saw my father die before me. At this very moment, several thoughts  poured into my memory: the film of past events, assassinations, attacks of sorcerers, etc. My father  moaned before my eyes. For me, vengeance was the best solution. 

But how was it possible to avenge myself, I who knew nothing of sorcery, I who had no weapon to  carry out massive destruction? Satan would soon give me an answer.

Martin Tsala 2

Motivated by hatred and a desire to avenge the deaths of family members, the author carefully prepared to confront those believed responsible while remaining subject to the rules of the occult society. The narrative also recounts severe discipline from demonic forces for disobedience and culminates with the author preparing for a journey into another spiritual realm under the direction of the master who gifted him a cross.

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CHAPTER 2 MY ENTRY INTO THE KINGDOM OF DARKNESS

"Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord." (Romans 12:19). 

So, after my father's death, I was ready to do anything. The vengeance that I was considering had  introduced a terrible hatred into my heart towards my uncles because they were the main cause of  the death of my parents. Dear brothers and sisters, the wickedness of men can lead you to disaster if you walk according to the rule of this world, which is an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. 

As this hatred grew in my heart, I cursed earth and heaven at the same time, wondering why nature  (God) was so unjust, favoring certain people and endowing them with certain powers of domination over others. To this end, Satan soon gave me a solution to my problem. One day, while a classmate  leafed through the horoscopes in an occult journal, I saw in this magazine the address of a great medium who resided in France, and who was called Cakia Mouni. I was very happy with this  discovery, for I knew that at least my parents would be avenged. But I was obliged to lie for money. I had to deceive my adoptive parents, my elder sister and my brother-in-law, who lodged me. My  sister was of advanced age since his children were much older than me. Her husband was employed  by the Cameroon Railways. They lived in the camp of Km 5, in a two-bedroom apartment. One of  their sons-in-law had handed me an electric drill to resell it. 

I sold it for 6,000 CFA francs. But when I got home, I lied and pretended that the police had  snatched the drill in question. This money allowed me to begin to correspond with the great  magician. In the letter I wrote, I explained to him that my problem was to awaken my inner being  because I was not born a sorcerer. So I had to become a sorcerer, and even more than a sorcerer, so  that I could avenge myself. I sent my letter by express mail. 

Six days later, I received a positive answer. In his letter were two coupons, one yellow and one red.  The author asked me to put my saliva on the yellow coupon and put a drop of blood on the red  coupon. All the work was free according to him. He even encouraged me in my decision to avenge  myself, considering that many young people had gone through the same path, to avenge themselves  or to become rich. In his letter was also a list of all his clients who had succeeded in various fields.  He also explained to me that my life was really threatened in all areas and that I could do no good to protect myself, according to him. He told me that my village was really the center of all this evil  activity. 

I saw that everything he told me was true. He also told me about the "airport" of sorcery that was  installed just behind our house. I knew that because the wizard's spokesman said it all the time.  With us, nothing is hidden in witchcraft. What this medium said only confirmed the truth to me. 

The medium asked me to find a room in which no one was to enter. This was a handicap for me  since our house had only two rooms. My older sister lived in a room with her husband, and I slept  with my nephew and another cousin. So it was difficult for me to own a room for myself. I could  not afford to rent a room outside.

Satan soon suggested to me to give up everything I did and go back to the village, since there were  free houses there. I made this decision without wasting time, and without taking into account the  will of my older sister. I simply told her I had to stay in the village for certain reasons. 

That day my life took another turn. The Word of God tells us this: "There is a way which seemeth  right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death." (Proverbs 14:12). In the evening I went to the station to ride a train to my native village. It was the last evening train, which transported the  last natural Martin, according to the creation of Almighty God. The second Martin, who was to be  "born again" was only a diabolical counterfeit, born in the devil's kingdom. On the train, I was  already thinking about how I was going to kill with my own hands the murderers of my family. 

It had to happen and they shall pay. The death of my parents was to fall on them. I had heard my  father when he was losing a child or a member of his family, that he was putting this problem back  to God alone. Since I did not see God reacting at all, I thought that in our day God did not do anything  supernatural anymore. 

The train crossed the long forests of the region of the Nyong-et-Kélé department at full speed. In  this train, there was a young child, whose evil human nature will make him a human-eater of human flesh and a drinker of human blood a few days later, in the practice of satanic works. He was a  living being who killed other living beings, and the wicked man who killed the innocent. But even  if I had to lose my life by avenging myself, it did not matter to me. The main thing for me was to  see these murderers six feet underground. 

The journey ended at the Minka station, where I had to find a car to take me home. 

It was the last car to carry the Martin created according to the plan of God, a Martin that would  become a duplicate of the devil a few days later. 

In my bag was a diabolical letter which was to introduce me to the kingdom of darkness. Glory be  to our Lord Jesus Christ, who delivered me from the clutches of the devil! Blessed be Thy name, O  Lord! Amen!  

Towards evening, I arrived in my village, a seemingly calm and peaceful village, but it was actually  the calm of the viper. I installed my room thoroughly, placing all the materials that the medium had  given me: a black thread with which I had to fence my room, special candles, incense, coal, two  packages of evil powder, one special mirror that would allow me to see in the world of darkness,  since I was not yet able to do it with my eyes, and books of black magic. 

I had to begin my studies by levitation, that is to say, eliminate all the effects of gravity on me or on  any object. In the packages of powder I had received, there was a powder that I had to put on my  eyes each evening. Only two days after the beginning of these operations, my life changed  immediately, as well as my habits, my way of speaking, my tastes ... Some nights, I lost myself in  nature while sleeping. I saw strange things in inexplicable nightmares. 

Three weeks later, I was already capturing the sounds of the afterlife, and I also saw  demonstrations, but without taking part in their activities. I saw people walking on the road in a  split state, something incredible to me. One day, while I was attending a funeral in the village, two  people engaged in broad daylight in a violent fight of sorcery. The strongest man had begun to crush his opponent's head. But with the eyes of the flesh, there were only two men sitting comfortably in  their chairs. The other man was saved only through the intervention of a group of his friends from the neighboring village. The work of wizards during the funeral was only to cast spells on people.  That had impacted me a lot. 

The Lord God Almighty knows that Satan does nothing for nothing. That night, many children were infected with witchcraft. Women and men who wanted to have children quickly received children  who were half-demons. Others received curses of infertility. The old wizards laid their hands on or  sprinkled the supplicants with a liquid composed of a mixture of red wine and the blood of  slaughtered animals. They chewed nuts of cola in advance, accompanied, of course, by a powder  which the supplicants could not see. The unfortunate ones expected to receive a blessing from men,  but it was rather the curse that fell upon them. The Word of God says, "Woe to the man that trusteth  in man." (Jer 17:5) 

Every night I attended the rites of witchcraft that were taking place at our house. This "airport" of  sorcerers which the medium had spoken to me about was already visible to me. 

One of the women in my village was one of the most respected witch queens. Her "pilot" was a man from the neighboring village. He was executed before my eyes. The queen's son immediately took  the place of this pilot. This new pilot was also one of my nephews in the village. 

I had supernatural power in me. Each person is endowed with this power, according to the measure  granted by the Creator, who however forbids us to use it. Some people have more power than  others. It is this power that enables us to develop what we call the "sixth sense". The sixth sense is  one of the faculties that allows us to penetrate into the realm of darkness if we go beyond the limits  set by the Creator. 

It was through this supernatural power that was in me that my advancement in witchcraft was very  rapid. I possessed all sorts of books of magic, namely the Breviary, the Sixth and the Seventh Book  of Moses, books of Egyptian magic, and other books which I cannot quote here. My life had already completely changed. I no longer ate anything. Since I had to buy other books and had no financial  means, I had to go through dark paths to get this money: lying and influencing the thoughts of  others in order to obtain the sums required. People lent me money without difficulty. Others even  offered me colossal sums of money. 

They did not come by themselves, but they were driven by a satanic force, the strength that was in  me. The secret of invisibility was acquired after only a few months of work. People could then enter my room without seeing any book or occult material, and yet everything was there. My master came to visit me almost every day in my room to sort out certain things. He gave me precise advice,  warned me about prohibitions, and at the same time appreciated my endurance and my power to  pursue the evil plan. He told me one day that he was going to show me the first heaven in a few  days, and that I had to do a complete fast, without eating or drinking for nine days, except for the  magic potions he gave me. Many wizards already knew who I was. Others even tried to tempt me,  but I did not respond to their provocations. I knew already that my vengeance was only a matter of  days, and that we were going to laugh. 

One day, I attended a ceremony of witchcraft, in my hiding place, since I was not to appear during  this ceremony. One of my uncles, who was really the king of the wizarding band, executed a  punishment on an adept who had not complied with the terms of their agreement. This adept was  more powerful than my uncle, and the sentence obliged him to deliver his first-born to be executed  that same night. 

The adept insulted my uncle, for he did not wish to comply with the demands of this evil society.  My uncle, being governor of this society, ordered that this man should be executed.

The man was twice as powerful as my uncle, and he engaged in a violent battle with my uncle's  guards. Strangely enough, my uncle was not more powerful, but he possessed terrible secrets. While the adept was overtaking my uncle's guards, the uncle used the evil glue to control the whole crowd. Perhaps it was for his mastery of the great combat techniques that my uncle was chosen as governor of this society. He succeeded in immobilizing everyone and executing his opponent. 

The flesh of the victim was distributed to the other adepts. (All this was happening on the occult  spiritual plane.)  Two days later the sorcerer's spokesman announced the death of a great man of the village. Two  weeks later, the man entered into his death throes and he died a few days later. 

Thus, while I was preparing to attack this nest of sorcerers, responsible for the death of my parents,  I knew that my uncle, this eminent governor, was among the culprits. I carefully studied his plans  for combat. I already knew his weak points and his tricks in witchcraft fights. My master always  advised me to do nothing without his advice. This requirement of submitting to my master did not  please me.  

I was animated by a terrible hatred, especially when the events associated with the death of these  innocent people passed through my memory. 

I knew that I was already well-versed in witchcraft and that I could act alone without anyone's help.  But the golden rule of the kingdom of darkness prevented me from acting. This rule obliged me to  submit to the orders given by my superiors. Mental craftiness was already one of my strengths,  which had provoked others to mistrust me.  

I will have the opportunity, if the Lord Jesus Christ permits, to speak in another book of  parapsychology, visualization, which is the science of the mind, and many other things I have the  intention to reveal. 

I was doing five hours of meditation every day at least. According to my master, my first  breakthrough was near. I still had to work hard on all dimensions. The power that was in me  allowed me to go forward without a single hitch. My master gave me permission to open my room  to other people. In order not to arouse the suspicions of those who entered my room, the secret of  invisibility was laid at the very entrance of my room. My material, my books, my potions, and all  the other items had become invisible to other people.  

I was already in contact with the demons. Several times a week, I was left alone in the kingdom of  darkness in several dimensions. One day I was flogged by the demons for a strange reason, because  my girlfriend, who often came to see me, had been pushed by a demon to have sex with me before I left. It was a gross error, and, as the devil does not forgive, it was necessary to punish me for this  fault. 

The time of my journey arrived, that is to say, the time of the visit which I was to make in another  dimension, of which my master had spoken to me. I was originally to be accompanied by him, but  to my surprise, he asked me rather to make this trip alone. He gave me a little cross. I took the  trouble to pierce the collar of my shirt to put on that cross, and then sew the collar.

Martin Tsala 3

A warning for Christians living in deliberate sin and relying on false teachings, emphasizing the importance of knowing and obeying Scripture. The narrative then describes visions of the kingdom of darkness, claiming that demons influence areas such as religion, politics, music, and wealth, while recounting the author's continued involvement in occult practices, struggle with vengeance, conflict with a spiritual master, and eventual realization that Satan's promises lead only to bondage, suffering, and destruction.

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CHAPTER 3 RAPID PROGRESSION 

"If Satan drove out Satan, he is divided against himself. How then will his kingdom subsist?  (Matthew 12:26). 

Satan has an army of demons, made up of battalions fighting mankind and the kingdom of God. But they also destroy each other. 

The day of my journey has arrived. My master had already given me several instructions. He told  me to find my way alone, and that I had to leave via the cemetery.  

I had to go to the cemetery at 11.30pm to begin my incantations at midnight five. I had to trace at  random a circle on the ground. It was a new experience for me. That night, by chance, I had avoided a thick fog. 

From the very beginning of my incantations, I was surprised by the force of a wind which began to  blow. Then I heard a kind of warning, like a threat. I could not stand, the wind was blowing with  terrible violence. Suddenly the ground became soft under my feet, and a mysterious voice rang out.  This voice said to me: "You must be pure to penetrate here, do you hear?! Pure! Put down your  weapons if you want to enter the paradise of reincarnation. You hear, lay down your arms! " 

It did not occur to me to refuse or hesitate. The one who spoke to me was all-powerful and  dominated me naturally. 

It was with a smile that I opened the collar of my shirt to remove my magic cross. His touch was so  painful that my face stiffened. I threw it on the ground. 

Then the ground opened at my feet. My fall was not brutal, but it was rather a slow slide towards  the center of the earth. While a mysterious light was shining around me, a diabolical hand seized me and a red gleam enveloped me. The voice said to me in a whisper, "Now have no fear, for it is not a  journey without return!" The air around me became suddenly lighter. The sky above me was no  more than a distant little rectangle.  

Horrible visions began. I saw horrible things. Demons took the form of ferocious animals, like the  lion, the dragon, the python. A voice startled me, "Welcome to paradise!"  

I glanced around, but I saw no one. At the cost of an intense effort, I succeeded in articulating a few  words. Then I saw a mummy, whose duty it was to arouse an irresistible death instinct in living  human beings. The mummy spanned her sarcophagus and stood in front of me, close to touching  me. Her eyes, deep in their sockets, twinkled like two precious stones. She said to me, without my  reaction, "Your death instinct will soon be so powerful that you will hate all forms of life. You will  enter another universe, to fulfill the destiny I have chosen for you. You are going around the world  to face the demons that live in the afterlife. They will reveal to you the powers that slumber in you.  You will pierce the secret of death, and you will be initiated into reincarnation. Many others before  you have overcome death. Then you will become an immortal master, and your power will pass  through the centuries."

The mummy added, "The choice is vast in this world. You will enter another universe. But you must first dispossess yourself of your existence. Now, you are going to enter the world of spirits in the  form that fate has decided for you. You will become an amphibious bird. The choice is vast in this  world. So come with me." 

She held out her skeletal arm, and I felt her hand close on mine. I perceived a lively and burning  heat as if each of its bones was devoured by a mysterious inner flame. I remained motionless,  subject to her will. The magnetism which emanated from this frail creature was superior to all  human will. 

"Lie down," she whispered. I obeyed without hesitation. Then I had the impression that nothing existed around me, and horrible visions began. 

That day, after several tests and trials concerning the nutrition of Satanists, I was transmitted with  magnetism to increase my supernatural power in all spiritism. As I was not yet able to meet the  prince of the demons, I was simply allowed to visit part of the hell, the place of torture. To tell the  truth, the things I saw were so frightening that nobody in the world could bear them. I saw a large  well of several kilometers. In this well, the sight was terrifying, like that of an upside-down world. 

At the approach of this place, a powerful wind began to blow, like a hurricane of 300 miles an hour,  which gave me the impression of losing half my body. The demon that guided me explained to me,  as this well approached us, that this place of torture was reserved for several categories of demons  who had failed in certain tasks that Satan had entrusted to them. 

There, too, was the majority of Christians who, in the course of their life on earth, had cast out  Satan's demons, or even wounded these demons by calling the name of Jesus Christ to drive them  away or to deliver people, and which subsequently did not hold firm. It happened to them what is  written in the book of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Bible: "For it is impossible that those who were  once enlightened, who tasted the heavenly gift, who had share in the Holy Spirit, who have tasted  the good word of God and the powers of the world to come, and have fallen, be renewed and  brought to repentance, since they crucify the Son of God for their part and expose Him to ignominy  (Hebrews 6: 4-6).  

After their death, these Christians who fell are directly led into the well of torture. As I passed,  many demons and spirits made themselves known by giving me their names and indicating their  origins. They knew why they were being tortured. It was exactly like a confession of sins. A demon  revealed many things to me during this journey. 

While the smoke of the torture was rising, a high-ranking demon, charged with torture, arrived and  immediately discharged a power similar to molten metal at more than 2,000 degrees. A distant  whistle and a shrill cry rose from this abyss. All the demons howled with gritted teeth, and a thick  smoke rose with the howl of pain  

Revelation 9: 2-4 And he opened the bottomless pit; and there arose a smoke out of the pit, as the  smoke of a great furnace; and the sun and the air were darkened by reason of the smoke of the pit.  And there came out of the smoke locusts on the earth: and to them was given power, as the  scorpions of the earth have power. And it was commanded them that they should not hurt the grass  of the earth, neither any green thing, neither any tree; but only those men which have not the seal of  God in their foreheads.

The demon who wanted to tell me about his past life explained to me that he had been sent to this  earth in the form of a body of flesh. His master, Satan, had sent him to establish a religion of the  world of darkness in a part of Europe (including in a country whose name I prefer to withhold). It  was a religion that is now very widespread throughout the world, but which did not yet exist in this  country. This demon held the position of Head of State in the same country, but he told me that his  mission had failed 700 years ago. Since that date, he had been thrown by his master Satan into this  place. 

He had not yet finished his narrative that the devil himself came to the scene. There is nothing more terrible in this world of tortured demons than the arrival of Satan. A violent wind began to blow in  this lamentable pit. I was removed from there by the demon-guide, who certainly did not want me  to discover what was going to happen. As I insisted more and more to stay, the devil told me that the fate that would await me after the arrival of the master would be the result of my obstinacy. 

He advised me to leave before the master arrived. But I, knowing that this kingdom had only one  master, Satan and that he was also my master, I told myself that I had nothing to fear. 

I hid in a place where I thought naively that the little power I had could allow me not to be noticed  by Lucifer. But I was mistaken, for no one can hide from the devil in the kingdom of darkness. I  was attracted by a terrible force, and I found myself without saying a word before the entrance to  the well. Every second I saw newcomers who were rushed into this well of torture by the hundreds. 

Satan controls every second the good progress of this enterprise. The head of this department came  to report to Satan on the smooth running of the activities of his department. One does not address  Satan by keeping a normal position. Even to account to Satan, one had to bow down before him.  Each chief who presented himself to give his report prostrated himself on the ground before  opening his mouth. 

As for me, I had already been obliged to prostrate myself before the master, and it was not even  necessary to look him in the face, which was impossible, for his eyes resemble two television  screens, through which one can see the whole world. 

Satan does not resemble those shabby caricatures that portray him with horns and a tail. He has  rather the ability to take all kinds of appearances. That day, the devil took the form of a tree several  tens of meters high. Each battalion of demons passed before him, declaring their commitment to  serve the supreme master. No one could make the mistake of looking him in the face. The power  that emanated from this creature was extraordinary. 

In this kingdom, one has the capacity to understand all the languages of the world. The world of  darkness is organized like an army, of which the commander-in-chief is the devil. All subordinates,  from the most senior to the private, are all submissive according to their rank. All this army  marched before me, and I thought it was marvelous. 

After this procession, the last treatment was offered to the spirits who were tortured in the well. The devil stretched out his hand over the well. A violent flame and a liquid that resembled glue  descended from the sky and flooded the well over several tens of kilometers. Cries of pain, howls  and all kinds of supplications rose from the well. It was the day when all those who were thrown  into the well received this atrocious treatment. 

I want to speak to all Christians who pretend to be "children of God," but who do not obey the  commandments of God. Know, dear brothers and sisters, that he who dies in this condition falls directly into the hands of the devil. The devil presents him with all the demons he has wounded  during his earthly life by casting them in the name of Jesus. 

Some leaders teach that the grace of God is large enough for a Christian and that by this grace the  Christian can enter directly into the kingdom of God, even if he lives in sin. I tell you that this  teaching comes only from the devil, who wants to divert a whole church, by going through the one  who teaches it. 

That is why it is recommended that all Christians read the Word of God, study it, and know it  perfectly. Thus they will not be carried away by any wind of doctrine, which would certainly lead  them into the lake of fire. 

The words you receive according to the reasoning of men come only from the devil. The Apostle  Paul said to the Corinthians, "However, just as the serpent seduced Eve by his cunning, I fear that  your thoughts will corrupt and turn away from simplicity to Christ. For if anyone comes to preach  to you another Jesus than the one we preached, or if you receive a spirit other than that which you have received, or another gospel that you have embraced, you bear it very well. These men are false apostles, deceitful workers disguised as apostles of Christ" (2 Corinthians 11: 3-4, 13) Thus,  Christians who fall into the hands of a demon of torture suffer a terrible fate, especially those who  have wounded or driven demons in the name of Jesus during their life on earth, who did not hold  fast on the right path they had chosen, who fell into sin, and whom the devil managed to execute  quickly. The devil knows that God is a God of truth, who respects His word. He said in the Bible,  which is the Christian's code of the road, that those who sin voluntarily after knowing the truth  cannot be brought to new repentance (Hebrews 6: 4-6).  

I saw these Christians suffer terribly in the well of torture, because they had wounded the demons of Satan, and had, by their prayers, troubled his work in the churches. Even if their prayers did not  ascend to the Almighty, because they were drowned in their sins, calling the name of Jesus Christ in prayer disturbed the demons that were in their house or in their church. Some demons could even be hurt. Then, if these Christians fall into his hands after their death, Satan gives them back to them a  hundredfold. These tortures are only a down payment, waiting for the salary to be paid to them by  the Supreme Master, Jesus Christ, on the last day of judgment when they are thrown into the lake of fire and brimstone (Matthew 25:30, Rev. 20:15). 

Mat 25:30 And cast ye the unprofitable servant into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and  gnashing of teeth. 

Rev 20:15 And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire. 

During my visit, many unclean spirits made themselves known to me and explained to me why they had failed in their mission on earth. Many of these spirits are sent by the devil into a body of flesh,  born of normal women, especially women who seek to have children from occult healers or other  Satanists. Satan gives many gifts to these children, who carry out various missions.  

Some are musicians. Satan knows very well that the songs or records that his fledgling messengers  will produce will attract millions of people to him so that they will not have time to think about  God. Even Christians will be attracted by these melodies, and they will have their hearts snared. 

Still, in the field of music, Satan's laboratories produce musical instruments on which are placed  magnetism, or occult power, and which are destined to the churches of the whole world.

Other demons who have come into the flesh have the mission of directing certain Christian  countries as Presidents of the Republic. I know more than six Presidents in the world, who from  time to time reported their activities to Satan. They knew me perfectly well. Their missions are  different. Some must persecute Christians in the countries they govern. Others seek to train the  Heads of State of other countries, who have been placed at these posts by God. These Demonic  Presidents favor the entrance of satanic sects into their country. They distribute important positions  from their governments to other Satanists or fleshy demons in their countries. Through their  friendly relations, they also promote the entry of Satanists into the governments of other friendly  countries. 

These demons come in the flesh have a perfectly human body. They have a rapid intellectual  progression. They are gifted to break through widely in all areas. They marry very well and have  children, but these children are all demons. Such beings can live with normal human beings for  years, without them realizing in the least who they are dealing with. Even sorcerers may not identify them, for they are such superior beings that it is easy for them to master and dazzle their  surroundings. It must not be forgotten that witchcraft is only the initial stage of the activities of the  world of darkness. Other demons are even sent to Christian churches as priests, pastors, or other  ministries, according to Satan's plan.  

Other demons who have come in the flesh are sent to the great financial institutions of the world, all of which are secretly ruled by the devil. The printers who print the banknotes are all under the  domination of the devil. All the banknotes printed in the world pass into the temple of Satan, so that an occult power is attached to them before they are put into circulation. 

This power is lust, which causes some to kill or sell their mother, wife, husband, children, and all  their family for money. This occult power of lust urges men to envy ever more the riches of this  world. It even encourages Christians to abandon Jesus Christ. This power holds the whole world  under the power of the evil one.  

1 John 5:19 And we know that we are of God, and the whole world lies in wickedness. 

Those of God are not subject to this occult power. Those who call themselves children of God, and  who have the love of money, are not of God. They are not yet born again. In John 3: 3 the Lord  Jesus said to Nicodemus, "Verily, verily, I say unto you, If a man be born again, he cannot see the  kingdom of God." 

Demons that are sent in the flesh as priests or pastors have the mission of destroying the churches,  rendering the Word of God weak and ineffective. They even involve children of God in false  teachings. 

They have the mission of creating Schools of Theology, to form servants of God without any divine  power. Their teaching is now spread all over the world. For hundreds of years, man has fallen into  the trap of the devil, which has given him the ability to analyze the Word of God according to the  thoughts the devil injects him. 

I know that it is the Holy Spirit who teaches according to the Lord. Jesus said to His apostles, "But  the Comforter, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, will teach you all things,  and will remind you of all that I have spoken to you" (John 14: 26). Read the Word of God. It is  Jesus Christ who speaks to you, and the Holy Spirit who will teach you and remind you of all that  the Lord has told you in the Bible. And the apostle Paul said, "I am persuaded that He who has  begun this good work in you will make it perfect for the day of Christ" (Philippians 1: 6).

During this visit, I saw goddesses, queens of the coast, and chiefs of legions, who were constantly  punished because they had joined or were married to someone who had finally been delivered by  Jesus Christ. The queen of Osaka, in Japan, is the most respected of the goddesses, because she had  succeeded in imposing witchcraft as the only religion of a part of the Asian continent, in a single  year. She was promoted as Queen of Darkness closest to Satan. Any newcomer to the kingdom of  Satan is obliged to suck her breast. Every time she gives something to someone raises her to a  higher degree. When I sucked her breast, she handed me a potion contained in a golden jar. After absorbing this  potion, I felt that my chest was about to burst. 

All the demons beside me prostrated themselves before me as a sign of adoration. I did not  understand why she ordered me to lift my right arm. To my surprise, several demons fell to my left  and to my right. She asked me to lift my left arm. I was again surprised to see the demons hurry  away in haste. I saw that my raised arm was destroying several demons. Power came from my eyes, from my hands, and my whole being trembled with power like that of a possessed man. 

It took the goddess of darkness several minutes to control me. She had made a mistake in giving me this potion, but she could not do anything because I had already consumed it. I left the abyss of  darkness that day, filled with terrible supernatural powers. 

I remind you that the abyss is the prison of disobedient spirits. Therefore, Satan is still the master of it for the moment. The abyss is still open, under the rule of Satan, because many rebels in churches  and in the world must first be thrown into it and be tortured. Only God holds the key to the abyss,  and He will throw Satan himself at the appointed time, to be chained there for a thousand years: 

"Then I saw an angel coming down from heaven, holding the key of the abyss and a great chain in  his hand. He seized the dragon, the ancient serpent, which is the devil and Satan, and he bound it for a thousand years. He cast him into the abyss which he closed and sealed above him, that he might  deceive the nations no more, till the thousand years be fulfilled. After that, he must be loosed for a  little while" (Rev. 20: 1-3). 

I warn you: Satan knows all these things. He even knows the Word of God better than you. This is  why he strives to annihilate it, and he twists its meaning by using those who teach this Word. The  devil knows that if the people of God are ignorant, they will be destroyed. Three-quarters will be  cast into the abyss of darkness. 

The Creator God says in Hosea 4: 6 that His people perish because they lack knowledge. He will  then reject them from His priesthood, and God will forget even their sons because they have  forgotten the law of their God.  

MY RETURN TO NORMAL LIFE IN MY NATIVE VILLAGE 

On my return, my life was completely changed. My family, who knew nothing about my life, had  difficulty controlling this situation. I was doubly calmer, and my memory was changed. All my  thoughts were confined to the world of darkness. For several months, I saw all the people walking  naked around me, while they were dressed. I say all the people, even my family, my uncles and my  aunts. I was not interested, but I did not know what to do. I was no longer master of myself, I was  doing what I did not want to do. Sometimes I lied without knowing it, driven by more powerful  demons than myself. I lived with these demons as if they were my brothers.

Most of the demons were subject to my will. They claimed the bodies of certain people from my  family to live there. Knowing who the demons were, I still refused this proposal. My master no  longer regularly came to see me as before. He had ordered me to remove everything that was in my  room, and to let everybody into it. The moment of avenging had arrived. It was now time to kill the  murderers of my family, two men and one woman, all three members of my family. Before that, I  began to exercise my powers on the trees. 

I sometimes came to bushes alone. I did not need to utter a single summons. My left hand was the  seat of my power. It was enough for me to raise my left hand and concentrate my attention on  something, and the thing was destroyed by itself. A palm tree could split in two, a tree split along its trunk. 

I had to respect certain prohibitions, especially that of not using my left hand during sexual  intercourse with a woman, otherwise, she would become sterile for the rest of her life. One day, as I  was returning from fishing, right next to the house of one of my uncles, I destroyed a young goat  who was tied up. 

All this proved to me that I was already able to fly with my own wings. One day, while I was  repairing the trailer to carry cocoa beans, it had a puncture. There was with me a young nephew of 9 years, who was born a sorcerer, and who was used by his parents. I knew this young boy was the  pilot of an occult plane. Her mother was the queen of this sorcerer community. During the day no  one could imagine that this woman of advanced age, ugly and miserably dressed, could be the most  beautiful, the youngest, the most charming, and the richest of them all who participated in this  diabolical manifestation. 

This young boy came to settle in the trailer which I was repairing. He had been instructed to come  to control my inner being and to weaken my power. 

The sorcerers knew very well that I was no longer at the level of witchcraft. This wizarding child  was thrown out of the trailer, just because I had asked him to come down. I had not even touched  him. 

Before touching the ground, he already had a broken leg in several pieces. It was nine in the  morning. 

His father and mother, who were both sorcerers, knew exactly what had happened, but could not say anything. In the night that followed, my master came to my room at about one o'clock in the  morning. He told me I was still very young, and it was not good to disobey him. To tell the truth, my master himself was already afraid of me. 

I had to conclude this very night, and expedite the sending off of these three murderers into the  kingdom of darkness. My master told me that I must begin with the children of these murderers.  They had twelve children in all, and my master told me that all twelve were to die. 

But that did not please me, for my cousins had nothing to do with the matter. It was their parents  who were the real murderers. I had to make them pay for their crime, and not unleash my anger on  my cousins. 

That did not help me at all. Why kill innocent people? My master's plan was to deliver these young  men to Satan, to take a lot of money and take advantage of my ignorance. He believed that the three murderers were already tired, who could not stand. But we loved each other, my cousins and I, and I unhesitatingly refused my master's proposal. He got irritated and became angry with me. Every  night I made trips on the astral plane. During one of these journeys, towards the morning, at the  level of the last dimension of the kingdom of darkness, I was very happy to meet my enemies. They were transferring the body of a young cousin, who was already dead on the occult plane. Her  mother even held in her hands two parts of her child's body. What vampirism! 

I instantly invoked the most ferocious and wicked demons, and in a few seconds, all the audience  was tied to the teeth. In this group were the three murderers responsible for the death of my parents. It was a good opportunity to put an end to them. But in a few seconds, my master appeared and  forbade me to do anything of my own. He told me that if I wanted to do it, I had first to deliver my  cousins into his hands. 

This language displeased my ears. Why deliver my cousins? I recalled all the good times we had  spent together, our fishing parties, and so on. The problems of our parents did not concern us. We  always got along very well. Why turn the sword against them now, because of the faults committed  by their parents? I would have preferred that they remain as orphans of father and mother, and not  that they die in this way. What wickedness! 

My master called me a coward, and threatened me with death if I did not obey his orders, which  would be the last, he added. But I ordered the demons to free this band of murderers. The cousin  whose mother I had seen bearing his limbs was found dead two days later, drowning in the river that passes by our village. 

The current did not pass between my master and me. One day I went to visit one of my cousins,  who worked at Eseka as a mason at COGEFAR. Two days later, at noon, while we were napping on  a bed, a letter, sent by occult means, fell upon us. In the middle of the paper, there was a blood stain  in the shape of a cross, and a few words scribbled on the paper. The main sentence asked me to pay  37,990 CFA francs in 5 franc coins, and this is only three days ... "Otherwise, since you protect your chickens ..". 

After reading the letter, my cousin had goosebumps. 

What should I do now? Was the life of my cousins more precious than mine? My cousin, after  reading the contents of the letter, asked me many questions about it. I did not know what to say. I  was obliged to lie, for he was himself concerned, his father being one of the murderers of the  village. He told me that the problem was not so much to find this sum but to change it into pieces of 5 Frs in just three days. He already looked upon me like a corpse. I was beside myself and I was already getting thin. Every second that passed was precious to my life. 

In the evening, I decided to commit suic1de. But before doing that, I had to go back immediately to  the village to kill the three murderers. In the room where I was sleeping, there were many things,  toxic products and a product used to destroy insects in cocoa trees. I prepared a bottle to swallow it  quickly. 

My cousin exhorted me not to worry. He told me that he would find the exact amount of this sum  the next morning. During the night he left his wife to join me in my room and continued to exhort  me all night. Towards the end of the morning, before 11 o'clock, he had already found a sum of  forty thousand francs in notes. But now we had to find the five-franc pieces. We went through all the gas stations in the city of Eseka. Some even laughed at us and asked us if we were not  magicians. It was not even possible to change three thousand francs. 

I had to go down to Douala at my sister's house with that sum. When I arrived, she welcomed me  with joy, not knowing that only three and a half days remained for her brother. She noticed my  wicked look and asked me what was wrong. I told him it was because of the 5 franc coins. She  asked me to explain myself clearly. Her eyes streaming with tears, I gave her a brief explanation full of lies, and she burst into tears. 

The next day she made a tour of the banks of the place, and about three o'clock the money was  collected in coins of five francs. Another problem arose: I had to send this sum by the magic way,  and I could only do it in my village room. I had to find an opportunity to reach my village quickly  before midnight, that is, before the end of the ultimatum. 

I reached the village at 22.30, one hour and thirty before the expiry of the period. Fortunately, I had  not removed all my books of magic from my room, as my master had ordered me. If I had, I would  not have been able to ship the money. Before midnight the money was shipped, and I heaved a sigh  of relief. 

Before leaving Douala, my great sister had recommended me to throw all my books of magic into  the river. She thought it was easy to get rid of Satan like that! 

Later, I left this damned village to follow my training in transit in Douala. Everything was easy for  me, for from my place on my bench I could read the proofs in the director's office as the exams  approached. After my training, I entered the port administration as a freight forwarder. 

My first year of work was a year of demonstration of my occult power. I began to build in town and  in my native village. Then I put a bad fate in this house, which actually killed the three murderers of my family. So my family was avenged. 

But Satan began to give me a hard time because of my disobedience to give my cousins into his  hands. He blocked all the resources that provided me with money and inflicted terrible punishments  on me. All the small investments I made were destroyed by Satan. In my village, I owned a small  sawmill that brought me money. It was entirely manual, and all work was done with mechanical  chainsaws. 

A load of timber could bring me a sum of 500,000 francs CFA. Every week I shipped a load to  Yaounde, the capital. Here too Satan struck a blow. He urged the agents of the Waters and Forests to seize all my cargoes. They also seized other boards and rafters in my village, even on a Sunday! I  was threatened by Satan, who even tried to put me in prison, urging me to commit terrible acts. 

I separated from the woman I had at the time, and I lived together with another woman who worked at the Ministry of Finance in Yaounde. None of these women could imagine who I was. I took care  to disturb their memory, as well as that of the neighbors or the people of the house. One day, the  breath of death, sent by Satan, struck me in the house of this woman who worked in the Ministry of  Finance. I had my throat, my tongue, and my mouth seriously wounded. 

The demons took me from my bed during the night, while I slept beside the woman. I was always  confined by demons in the streets of Yaounde, in dangerous places, to be murdered. It was Satan's  plan, but nothing happened to me. God, who already had a plan for me, did not allow anything to  happen to me. I was always protected by Him. Nothing happened to me, and the demons brought  me home, without the woman noticing my absence during the night.

Sometimes Satan urged me to borrow money from some people, and not to repay them. He knew  that if I did not repay them, I would be thrown into prison. 

This happened with the uncle of the woman who worked at the Ministry of Finance. He had lent me 550,000 francs, which I could not repay him, for the demons stole the money from my bag. Satan  blocked everything. Machines and chainsaws broke down. I suffered the tortures of Satan night and  day because I refused to deliver my cousins.

Martin Tsala 4

The author was offered authority over a temple in Great Britain, witnessed ceremonies involving human sacrifice, and learned that Satan ultimately deceives and destroys even those who serve him, concluding that the devil's promises of power and wealth always end in betrayal and death. [Curiosity about darkness can become an open door to confusion, fear, or spiritual compromise if it replaces a growing relationship with Jesus. Rather than becoming fascinated with evil or attempting to understand every aspect of it, Christians are called to become deeply rooted in the truth of Scripture, the gospel, prayer, and obedience to Christ, whose authority is greater than every spiritual power (Colossians 2:15). The safest path is not to pursue hidden knowledge, but to pursue a deeper knowledge of God, allowing His truth to expose deception without becoming consumed by it.]

 GO, AND REPORT WHAT I HAVE DONE FOR YOU!

CHAPTER 4 MY MEETING WITH THE PRIME MINISTER OF SATAN

"For we do not fight against flesh and blood, but against dominions, against the authorities, against  the princes of this world of darkness, against evil spirits in the heavenly places" (Ephesians 6:12). 

One day, during my multiple journeys into space, I was attracted by a celestial body. The law of  darkness is to test everything that can approach us. I was thrown at tens of meters. Before I fell, a  dragon was already on me, in a whirlwind of heat. I found myself in India, in a great temple of  Lucifer. 

I was in a large circular room more than 80 meters in diameter, which rotated at a speed of 30  meters per hour. This vast hall was in the darkness, except for dim lights which shone at certain  extremities. The temperature in this room was cold. 

I was surprised to see an old man appear in the middle of the room. He gestured with his finger, and his right arm tore from his shoulder. This arm immediately turned the contents of a large pool in the  middle of the room. This pool resembled a pot, from which a kind of smoke escaped gently. 

In a rectangle, a little farther on, was a cobra thick as the thigh, of a fantastic size. This cobra was  fed with human flesh, which was brought to it by a special demon. The beverage that was in the  pool was human blood, mixed with human flesh. There was no fire, but a cloud of smoke rose from  the pool. 

There were also several other things in this room, which I cannot describe. After turning the  contents of the pool, this diabolical arm resumed its place on the body of the old man. The latter  opened his eyes and said, "I praise you for your courage, my child! Get up!" 

I stood before him. He stared straight into my eyes to hypnotize me, and I stared at him too. His  eyes flashed blue, mine too. Not being able to hypnotize me, he stood up and waved his hand. My  power diminished immediately. He then told me that I was the person they had chosen for Central  Africa. They had a very important project for this region, mainly for Cameroon. But I still had a lot  to do to reach the necessary level, and we had to work together. It was really the best possible  proposal, and he made me swallow terrible things. 

He added, "On your return, you will be settled in Edea. You will have a laboratory for your journeys and for mine, as well as for our various occult transactions. After the opening of this laboratory, you will return here in your body of flesh, to sign a pact with the master." 

On my return, I was obliged to seek a house at Edea to install the laboratory there. This old man,  who was the Prime Minister of Satan, came to Edea for the first time in this laboratory to set up  certain things necessary for our transactions with the three temples of Satan and to open the way for me. He also invited me to go to India the next day for the signing of the pact. 

The next day he came to fetch me at 6 o'clock in the morning. He presented himself in the circle  drawn for this purpose and invited me to enter it also. I did so without a moment's hesitation. No  sooner had I set foot in the circle than we found ourselves in India, in the temple. I said that I found  myself in my body of flesh. The rites began, followed by the signing of the pact.

I was installed in the circle. The fat cobra, which was used to make incisions in the flesh, bit my  right foot and sucked my blood. He swallowed some of it and spat another part in the pot filled with human blood and human flesh. I had to drink this blood and eat that flesh, and do many other  things. The room was almost in the darkness. There was a kind of fog. I could see no one, only  voices. 

After the signing ceremony of the pact, I was allowed to visit the temple, guided by a high-ranking  demon called Billz who served in this temple. 

Billz knew the human body perfectly and its weak points. He also knew that man possesses a  double power. He revealed many secrets about this temple. He spoke to me of the temple of Great  Britain, situated under the earth, and which covers all the temples of the whole world. He also spoke to me of the temple which is in the ocean, and which is the residence of Lucifer, also called the  devil. The temple of India was that of the Prime Minister of Satan, and it is also located  underground. 

It is necessary to belong to the kingdom of Satan to know all these things, and to know the true  power of Satan. The people who are in the sects completely ignore who is Satan. Even the one who  is most graded in the Rosicrucianism does not know what is really going on in the kingdom of  Satan. The temple of Great Britain served only for transactions between the various occult sects  belonging to the devil. 

My master was responsible for two temples, that of India and that of Great Britain, with other high ranking demons admitted to reign with Satan. I point out that it is only the most ferocious demons  who are allowed to reign with Satan. 

On my return I became impossible. I walked without touching the ground, although people saw me  walking normally. I pretended to eat, to deceive my fiancee, for she was not to know all these  things. Sometimes I would stay for months without touching food. One day I was invited to the  temple of India by my master. After a long discussion, he proposed to me to direct the temple of  Great Britain, while reminding me also what was to happen in Cameroon. 

He said, "If you hold on, you will have billions of francs to manage in your country. We have the  great project of installing a temple in one of the countries of Central Africa because we do not have  an open field in this region. "  

To tell the truth, I did not understand what he meant by that. The devil can never operate freely in a  country where the name of the Lord Jesus is invoked, as well as in a country where the name is not  even mentioned. The name of Jesus is a power that blurs all activities of the devil in a region. The  prayer of the righteous is very effective, the Bible tells us. 

I had to go to Britain the next day, magically, to attend the ceremony of my enthronement as the  successor of my master in the direction of this temple. It is in this temple that the operations of  transfer of the persons sold in the sects take place. It is in this temple that we distribute the demons  that work in religious sects. It is also in this temple that the soul of a person sold goes into  observation before being executed. It is in this temple that money intended for those who sell their  souls to Satan is distributed by demons to different organizations. None of the leaders of these  organizations should know what is going on in the kingdom of Satan. They are also deceived, as  private individuals.

This temple serves as a storehouse for souls awaiting execution, from the most senior in a sect to  the smallest member. Satan, therefore, addressed an official invitation to me by means of a demon,  but he showed all sorts of dangers on the road I had to take to go to Great Britain. 

Before my departure, my master sent Billz into my laboratory. He was to be my guide. Billz knew  the kingdom of darkness perfectly. He knew his master Satan very well. He had already served  under the ocean in the temple of Lucifer himself. Billz was a devil with terrific power. He had a  burned foot, that is, a part of his celestial body was burnt. He was the specialist in earthquakes and  mass destructions. Many Satan demons have this last ability. The devil much appreciated him  because of his power. The devil appreciates the powerful. The weak are always destroyed in his  kingdom. 

So I had to leave my laboratory for Great Britain. The devil had blocked the system by which I  could fly to any point in the world from my Edea laboratory. Thanks to his piercing vision, Billz  was able to unlock this system, and all the traps were avoided by him throughout the journey. Just  before entering the temple, Billz became incarnate in me, so that all the doors of the temple open  themselves. When I arrived in the room, a thunder of applause rang out. 

This room contained only the high dignitaries of the kingdom of Satan and some representatives of  occult religious sects. A square was drawn on the ground. I was invited to put myself inside this  square. Billz told me not to because it was a snare. He told me to apologize. As soon as I  apologized, the prince of the demons rose and gestured with his hand. The lid which closed the  square jumped, and a cloud of smoke rose from the square. This smoke turned the room into gold.  He also showed everything inside the temple: chairs, walls, other objects, as well as the chair on  which I had to sit. My master also appeared in the smoke.  

I was thrown into my chair by an unheard-of power. Everything happens with violence in the world  of Satan. The induction ceremony began. Two goddesses brought on the golden trays two vases containing  various beverages and a piece of human flesh. It took me only a few minutes to swallow the last bite of this flesh and the last sip of these beverages. My master was absolutely delighted to have chosen  me, a man capable like me. 

Other goddesses brought a garment woven with solid gold, a gold crown, gold gloves, and a golden  sword. It was my master who clothed me with these ornaments and placed the crown on my head.  After the ceremony, one of the assistants was invited to join me on the podium. He was a black man like me. A goddess brought her file, which was stained with blood. In Satan, this sign is a sign of  death. The order was given to inaugurate my reign in this temple by the execution of this man, by  means of the sword. This man was executed with my own hands, and the ceremony ended. 

Two days later, during the counting of this man's file, Billz revealed to me that he was a  Cameroonian. 

A week later, this man died on the heavy road in Bafia-Yaounde, just between Oballa and Yaounde.  He was an important man of that country, a member of the Rose-Croix. Currently, he serves in this  same temple as a guardian of the major. Others, who are killed in the same way, are thrown into the  abyss of darkness, to suffer torture. Even if you sell your whole family to Satan to become rich, he  will eventually take you yourself. Satan is a liar!