Demonic Oppression
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> From: "john-paul chukwudi MR. eke"
> To: "SFAMDS"
> Sent: Saturday, October 05, 2002 3:23 PM
> Subject: (No Subject)
Journal
And my mum died (part I) It was 02:15 early morning hours of Friday, June 21st
1996. The noisy atmosphere in the room changed. A quiet atmosphere took over.
The night was calm and the noises from reptiles and wild animals from the
surrounding ward. My sick mother laid dead on my alms. A woman who saw me through
my ups and downs in life and helped me to become whom I am today.
I and my mother were very close. I invested much on her so that she can
have a more comfortable life. She lost her husband only after fifteen
years of marriage. I was very young. She had seven children whom she trained
through her merger income from her petty trading. She must have gone
through hell to get all her children trained. To show my gratitude and since I
have always had good jobs here abroad,I bought her a Mercedes car and I
employed a Chauffeur for her in Nigeria. A ten bedroom family house at the country
side was renovated and lavishly furnished for her the previous year. She
had all she ever needed. On each of my yearly visits, I noticed she looked
more healthier and happier.
My mum was invited to visit me in Europe in June 1996 to attend one of
the best African festivals (Suana Africa) ever celebrated. Her visa was ready and
all arrangements for the journey concluded. Two weeks before her proposed
journey however, I was summoned home. The message from my sister,"mum is
ill". I insisted to speak with her in the hospital. She was brought to the
telephone on a wheel chair. On inquiry on how she was getting on, she said
" I hate to disturb you son, but the truth is that if you want to see your mum alive
again, then please come home". I needed not to consult an oracle to be
told that it was a serious situation.
My mother heaved a sigh of relief as soon as I entered her hospital room
the next day in the evening. Her spirit was revived. Sited in the same
room were all my brothers and sisters and some other relations. Their faces
looked gloomy. I have not seen them look that way before. I read the lab
results and some doctorīs report. My heart lost a beat. My mum was going
to die. She lived another ten days. She said she needed me by her side. Every
other day was like a nightmare.
We have a good business at home in Nigeria and we could afford much.
This is why my mother was treated at the best private hospital in the country.
Everyday, I read the Bible with her for several hours. Then she could
still speak. My brother Ambrose was busy flying to different areas of the
country searching for a Prophet of God who could change helpless situations. I am
a Roman Catholic and I personally never believed in other churches. I was
proved wrong and that has changed my view till today about other churches.
When eventually the Prophet came, (about 5 days later), he held my
motherīs forehead with one hand and with the other, - to the doctorsī
amazement - he wrote in medical terms the major problems she had. This
corresponded with the lab results. He said only a miracle can save her. We
all prayed for about thirty minutes. For the first time in three weeks my
mum got up and walked. Then he told me "Johnny, I thought you have gone
back, I am really very sorry to disturb you". She said she was okay and
needed to be discharged. It was granted her.
Meanwhile, after prayers, my brother asked the prophet if my mother was
going to survive. He said again that it was going to be a miracle and that
we should believe. He then mentioned for the first time that my mum was
murdered. She was poisoned by someone who felt jealous that she was going
to travel abroad. She wanted her to fall sick but the quantity given was
perhaps enough to kill. He refused to mention the name. The doctors
suspected as much. The Prophet said she was meant to die by 02:00hrs on
Friday 21st June 1996 - 2 days later. My mum died exactly 02:15 hrs of the
same day as was prophesied.
The question that still remained unanswered is " could my mum actually
have been murdered? Should I believe the Prophet and perhaps the doctors?
Who hated us so much as to kill her?" These questions remained till date
unanswered. Whatever happens, one thing is clear; her death has created a
vacuum in my heart that can never be filled. She remains unforgotten. Mum
is remembered everyday in my daily prayer. May her soul rest in peace
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Ted Malone"
To:
Sent: Saturday, October 05, 2002 11:55 PM
Subject: Re: (No Subject)
My dear brother in Christ ChaCha....I have been very concerned for you and
know you have been under attack and suffering much along with your family
these past ten days. When you failed to show for prayer I knew you were
under attack and we have been praying deliverance prayers for all of you.
No matter what is going on over there, please join us in prayer in the
Cenacle. Particularly if you are ill, as this is Satan keeping you away
from prayers of deliverance.
Now listen to me very carefully. Go buy a book called " An Exorcist Tells
His Story" by Fr. Gabriele Amorth, who is the Exorcist for the
Archdiocese of Rome. Here you will find the situation that you are now
experiencing. Know that the prophet who came to you was not of God. Satan
has his followers that take many faces and bring you false witness, and new
Diabolic Oppression . He probably was the one that was approached by your
mother's enemy and may have prepared the poison. I have no idea how or who
administered it, but know this. None of this was done in the Name of
Jesus and is SATANIC. The fact that this OPPRESSION has now taken hold of you
tells me that you need the help of an Exorcist Catholic Priest.
Go to your bishop. Take all of this correspondence to him for his perusal.
As a bishop he has been anointed with the Charism of EXORCISM and is quite
capable of helping you, even though he has never done an Exorcism. All he
has to do is follow the Rites of Exorcism of the Catholic Church, if he
has been obedient to the Holy Father in appointing an Exorcist to his See,
he will refer you to this exorcist. If he has not he is under Obedience to
the Holy Father, and is compelled to help you, by prayer over you, laying
hands over you, and performing the Rites of Exorcism over you and your
family, this is IMPORTANT. He is putting his mortal soul in danger should he
refuse and your family.
Also try to call Fr. Amorth in Rome and give him all of this
correspondence via e-mail or fax. Do whatever he tells you to do. I promise
you in the Name of the Divine Mercy of Jesus Christ that you will know the
Victory for both you and your family. Please send me Fr Amorths address,
tel # and e-mail when you have it.
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From: "Ted Malone"
Subject: Fw: (No Subject)
Date: Sunday, October 06, 2002 12:09 AM
My brothers and sisters in Christ, the following speaks for itself. Please
pray unceasingly for ChaCha and his family. Pray for his bishop, and that he
will give a priest to bring deliverance to this man and his family.
Remember, the greatest Corporal Work of Mercy you can do is to pray for a
person in need. This man is in Germany, so please pray that Fr. Amorth can
assist , guide or direct and counsel his bishop. Amen
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chacha_1_1: JOURNAL
AN:
VON: EKE JOHN-PAUL CHUKWUDI
BETREFF: TESTIMONY
DATUM: 11.10.02
KOPIEN AN: [HIER KLICKEN UND NAMEN EINGEBEN]
I was filled with different thoughts. "Should I throw her
things away and ask her to leave to where ever she wants. And that, without
any of my children. Should I just give her a thorough beating, but that too
is not my kind", I thought. It was difficult to hold myself together. "Maybe",
I thought, "It will be enough to give her two heavy slaps on the cheek and
then leave". The more I thought about what to do, the more she continued
throwing those bad words on me, which are difficult to accommodate. "If only
she knew what is on my mind." I thought.It was approximately, 10AM on a
Thursday morning. The same day my friend a police commissioner left for Nigeria
after spending ten very enjoyable days with us. He is a very important person
in Nigerian where he has 14 body-guards. Heīs 41 and had received years of
security training in the U.S, England, Israel, Malaysia, etc. after his Law
school in Nigeria. He is a Moslem who, during his stay has always encouraged me
to pray. I pray a lot though, but I felt jealous when I noticed that he probably
is more religious than me. He was always praying. I informed our Embassy here in
Austria about his visit and they arranged an Austrian police security. He refused
this on arrival and preferred to stay with me and once again walk freely on the
streets without guards. There was a mutual understanding between the family
members during this time.
However, we were all together chatting when suddenly, somehow, for no good reason,
my wife got upset with my first son. He is 19 years while my wife is 24 years. I
am 39 years and have 3 adopted children (a boy 19years, two daughters both 18 years).
We also have two children, a girl and a boy who are 2 ― years and 10 months
respectively. I was there when the trouble started. When I wanted to inquire about
what happened, she picked up on me. The more I tried to stop her, the more she
continued. The tension probably has been there when my friend was still around.
I noticed immediately she was being used. It was spiritual. She called me such names
that she hasnīt called me before. God helped me to hold myself together just at the
moment I wanted to bounce on her. I immediately took my bag and left for the Mariahilf
(Mary help) Catholic Church. I pray there only when I am in trouble. Lots of wonders and
miracles has happened in this popular church.
I had to light candles on two different alters of Mary and Jesus crucified. I spent
about 45 minutes. At the end when I was leaving, a small door in the church opened.
The Priest who was waiting for confessors was locking up the confession room. I
approached him for confession. He gladly accepted. I had a long confession. I havenīt
had one since about 18 months. I have always received communion almost every Sunday
because I confess my sins everyday but not to a priest. I felt very much relieved
and happier than ever. When I got home that evening, all was calm again, but she
refused to speak with me.
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chacha_1_1: JOURNAL
AN:
VON: EKE JOHN-PAUL CHUKWUDI
BETREFF: TESTIMONY 2
DATUM: 111.10.02
KOPIEN AN: [HIER KLICKEN UND NAMEN EINGEBEN]
We were not talking to each other. It happens in every family.
Mine was just extra ordinary. We really had the devil very close. We failed to
chase it away. We seem to have welcomed it. And so they stayed. They relaxed.
And the `oppressionī continued.
I was not allowed during this period to pray. My incense was also
missing but I bought another one. In the evenings I feel so weak to pray or join
the Divine Mercy Prayer Cenacle on the Internet. I usually know when something
strange is in the house. I notice and feel it. They are like shadows. I always
feel sad when I notice them. I also feel very weak and sleepy at the same time.
On the other hand, my wife was the spiritualist in her home before she got married
to me. She sees very clear visions. She has given lots of spiritual messages to
different people that came to happen. Even recently, she told a woman that she was
going to become pregnant and bear a baby girl. She had no children. It came true
some months back. She warned me about a financial problem. It happened. She only
has not developed that good aspect of her. She prays very hard but not always.
Since we got married she has been less prayerful. She says she hopes to become
even more prayerful than ever, soon.
On the prevailing day (Saturday), after my confession, I joined the Divine Mercy
Cenacle on the Internet but Ted Malone, the Spiritual Director was not there.
Mrs. Clamour prayed. It was very nice. We missed Ted but we prayed for him. On
Sunday, I was not there to pray with them. On Monday, 7th October, I miraculously
happened to joined the prayer group. I was asleep and I suddenly woke up for no
reason, and I went straight to the computer. They were already praying for me. They
knew I was having problems. They even sent me an E-Mail which I did not read then.
I saw Ted the previous night in a vision, instructing me to use a pillow he brought
from the Holy Land and sleep with it. I did. He said it will all be okay.Yesterday,
Wednesday, 8th October, I was deeply asleep and exactly at 12pm when the prayers
normally start on the Internet, my wife came into my room and woke me up and said I
should help her with the baby who was then crying. I noticed it was prayer time. I
took the baby who later became calm to the computer room. We joined. Ted summoned
my wife to pray and to my greatest surprise, she came and prayed with us. We havenīt
spoken with each other for days. It was a miracle.
This morning, she said it was all temptations. She confessed to me that all the
messages Ted and Clamour gave us the previous night was true and that we have to
take their advice. She said she quarrelled with the spirits that night. She won
the fight and they left. She advised that from today on, we are going to start
praying hard and make sacrifices and offerings to God.
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