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Hello everyone,

I want to school you guys on something that you perhaps have heard of, never heard of, or just knew about, but did not know what they were, or how they operate. I am talking about witches, wizards, and the very tragic and terrible thing called emere (okun). There is also emere orun, but I do not know how they operate. Other than to tell you they are of the air, and are no different from the rest. Bear in mind that you must not keep this to yourself, but spread it for all to hear, according to the word of God.

Now, I am a victim of witchcraft/wizard attack, as well as emere okun attack. This has been going on for 3 years and 6 months now. It is a very tragic occurrence to have to happen to anybody. I am still suffering with it, but over time, where they wanted me to commit suicide, I got stronger, and learnt their ways, and manners of operation.

Below, I go into detail.

In June of 2011, I had the most terrify attacks of my life. My husband, self, and new born baby, moved into an apartment opposite a Jamaican family, in the U.S.A. We moved there, believing we would raise our family there, and live a happy life, until we move to higher horizons. We were there for two years, before tragedy struck. I always was wary of my neighbors, and even used to tell my husband we didn't know who we moved next door to, and we needed to be very careful.

Our neighbors were often watching us, and I couldn't understand why. Finally, it got to the point they would often smoke, and I had to complain to my husband about it coming through the vent. So, one day, the family (four in total) the oldest son and his wife, started to oppress me from their apartment to ours. They would mock me about my quietness in the house, as a mom and in everything I did. It was terrible. I felt like crying most times, but I endured it. They even would make love in the kitchen, so I could hear their moans and groans. After they finished, they would speak to themselves, and say they hoped I heard them having sex. It was terrible.

Finally, I was bathing my son one day in the living room, in a big bath bowl. He was misbehaving, and they called to me saying I was wicked. I shook with grief, until I could take no more. I shouted at the top of my lungs, and abused them to death. It was too much. I felt bad afterwards. Finally, I told my husband after he came home, and he said I should be careful.

So, I kept to myself afterwards. It got to a point one day, when they all crowded their kitchen, and started again. I decided to go out, and as we got in the car, a sharp wind shot out of my head, and the voices of my neighbours, began. The names of these people are Claudette Walters, Rohan Walters, Rohan Walters junior, and Beatrice Hogue Walters. I give names for the purpose of showing that I knew them, and to let you know how humans can have a human look, but be something else.

They would send me dreams about how they wanted my family life to become. They would send dreams about how they wanted my son to become. Driving nails in all parts of his body, so he became lifeless. Finally, they used me and my husband to cause trauma in his life. By making us beat him and shout at him, where once we loved and pampered him. We still loved him, but my situation was just out of hand, and there wasn't much support. My journey to medication and the psychiatric ward, began. Nothing worked. I went everywhere, but nothing worked.

They just wanted us split apart, and damaged, and dead. I would often see omens of three dead bees, since we were only three in the house, before having my second child. They would be dead, and laying side by side in straight alignment. My husband would sprinkle them with holy water, and flush them down the toilet. So, it was a terrible situation.


My woes tripled, when I went to the wrong kind of places for help. I went to Akure, to a place called Wonder City (www.ffmwondercity.com). I went for prayer, in a church owned by a man called John Jimoh Oyedotun. it was a church where you bring your belongings, and live there until better. There were many others there with different problems. I felt the man was a pastor, but he turned out to be a fake. In that his preaching did not justify scriptures. I went with my boy for help.

I grew weary with grief, and caused embarrassment for himself, after telling him he was a fake pastor, before his entire congregation. It took my mother-in-law, and others to get me to beg him for forgiveness. Finally, everything was well then, and I just could not focus anymore. I would complete the fasting assigned to me, but prayer was hard to do. I continued to get into arguments with this man, and my thoughts were awry with the wrong things. Finally, my son went home with his grand mother to Ibadan, and I was left behind alone. I wanted to go home several times, but they would say no, "you cannot go, without being given the permission. You must be well first."

That day, as I got to the church premises, after walking them (my child and in-law) to the bus stop, I noticed the lights were dim in the church. It was bed time, and so I wondered. the lights were never dimmed before. so I had a premonition that something was not right. I lay now to sleep, and as I lay down, I felt this strong wind tainted with perfume, just blow around me. I then saw my button to my shirt pop open. I shrieked with fear within me, but could not move.

I saw myself drift into a sleep, and woke within, but not outside, to me moaning to being molested, while saying to someone, 'good evening sir'. After, I seemed to sleep off finally. I woke in the morning, and figured what happened, and cried like a baby. because I wondered how someone could be so callous minded to rape me on their own church grounds, with out a care, because it was in spirit, and no one would understand.

I confided in people there, and they would tell me no, it is not himself. He continued to do this to me, until my mother-in-law, came for me. I cried all the way home, and I got home relieved that my nightmares were over. Then I knew something was up, as I stepped into the house. I began to feel like something opened my eyes wide, and stare at stuff very wickedly. I felt as if my legs became a fish tail, swivelling about the place.

At night I felt the real thing, as this strange beast had followed me home, and still molested me, until he entered my body, and would torment me with sex. I was not interested. I got to the USA again, leaving my son behind, to stay there until he was better. I got to my honey's house, and it was tragic. I tried hard to make him happy with my second child. I even worked, while still being oppressed. It was just too much for him, so I had to leave temporarily, to my brothers home, in another state. I have been here sometime now as I write, praying for help still.

I traveled to Cotonou for help, and it added again to my problems. As those already tormenting me, were not happy with me traveling everywhere for help. They caused misunderstanding with those I went to for help. They used my picture to torment me, as they joined those oppressing me, to torment me for more suicide. I was flabbergasted by their innate wickedness. Their names are, Aligbonon Akpochihala of Abomey, Bohicon, in Cotonou. It was himself and his family.

To cut my long story short, I will now branch into how these people operate, to make you destroy your soul with your own hands.

Witches and wizards operate with spirits of the air and land. Sometimes, they do with the sea as well, depending. They use codes or methods called tactics, made up of lies, threats, intimidation, deception, mind control, past recall, manipulation, to trick you into seeing yourself as someone bad and useless, where as God says differently. They also use dreams to snag you in a trap. Do you know why?

Because you are unaware of what they are up too. The bible says, the truth shall set you free. They will tell you your house is on fire, when your house is not burning. they will tell you you are stupid, when you are smart. Don't believe it. It is a lie. Satan is the father of lies, and those that serve him, are just like him. They say and do those things, just to lure you to deep waters of grief, stress, suicide, and despair.

They will use dreams to catch you. All those dreams you would normally have, like seeing your self in your old school, representing backwardness, is a lie. They do that to you, because you are unaware of how they operate. You have already graduated from school, and yet you are seeing your self in high school in your dreams. Your enemy, Satan, plus those in your household, don't want you to prosper, so they send those dreams, to rig your head into waking up feeling that you will be backward in life. If you are unaware, you will believe it. If you are aware, you will discard it. The bible says, do not believe in dreams, unless they are from God himself. Do you know why? Because God is a spirit, and he created you as a spirit. he cannot be seen, and so neither can anyone see your spirit, except God. When he sends dreams to you, they are spirit to spirit. You will know it too, because God is light. Satan disguises as light, because he is counterfeit of what God really is. His own dream will appear black and white form. The angels in it will be like a cartoon. Don't believe it.

Satan sends dreams to knock your mind out. The bad dreams you have, are from Satan, not God. Though, God could use dreams to warn you of things to happen, so you will be prepared. Satan target the mind of the innocent, to sidetrack them, from a great future. This is called a strong hold. He will use your past against you, and tell you are worthless for doing these things then. Maybe, you lived a bad life, maybe you aborted a child. he will torment your head with it.

Remember, that God loves you. He sent his only son to die for you. He shed his blood for you, and gave you eternal life. He forgave your sins. He became a curse for you. So, when Satan tries to drag you into dirt and grime, you must resist it, and know that your sins are forgiven. The bible says, there shall therefore now be no condemnation of those that are in Jesus Christ, as he is in themselves. Those dreams you had of Mama Ashake, chasing you, and killing you in your dream, is just a demon using her face, to oppress you, and make you believe you will be killed by her, or just die off. Now, when you have those dreams, do pray it off. Ask God to return it to sender, in Jesus name. Claim God's truth for your life, and reject satans lie for your life.

Let us go into the issue of emere okun/orun.


Emere okun/orun are spirits inhabiting the air and sea. They call these companion spirits, which to me I feel is tragic. Orun are of the air, and move through the physical to the spirit world. Okun, are of the sea. They are marine spirits. Now in my combat with this emere man I met in Akure, as stated above: They are a tragic calamity to have in one's life, especially if married. In the beginning, this man told me rubbish. he would say, since he was inhabiting my body, mo milf, mo wealth (meaning he is taking my vaginal fluid for wealth), therefore I will begin to dwindle to nothingness. He would say,''ogo e tin po'', if I used correct Yoruba, meaning your light is shining. "Mo stress yin, mo use yin". He would call me bitch, stupid, LovePeddler, prostitute, to to make my mind process it. What did I say? Mind processing.

Remember, Satan targets the mind. A womans worth is not in her private area. You must know who you are in Christ. You are a jewel in God's heavenly places. You are temple for God. Emere, will tell you as he or she is messing with your private area (penis or vagina), that you are dwindling and should spread your legs for sex, when they are doing it with you legs closed, anyway. Emere, will sleep with you sitting, standing, bathing, lying down, they don't stop. Now, don't fall into to it. If married, they will try to break your marriage. if single, they will try to stop you from marrying.

They will tell you, you are in spirit with them. Lie. remember, I told you that only God knows your spirit. They, just like witches and wizards, create a representation yourself, just like a voodoo doll, and traumatize it, so can feel it physically. The emere is just a human interject or demon that enters your soul area, but not your spirit. A human interject is someone who uses demonic methods to enter your body, just like the pastor I mentioned as being a pastor, when he was emere or 'okunrin meta', disguising in Christianity. It is also called astral projection.

So the connotation spirit husband, does not mean he is with your spirit. It means he is the spirit, tormenting you physically. Therefore, spiritual oppression to the physical. I learnt a lot on this journey of mine. I prayed, I read the bible, I fasted, and I did my research. So, I know what I am talking about.

I am telling you this, to be smart, to pass along so others who don't know this or who know, but are ignorant of it, may understand better. I am also sending this out to those who are likewise afflicted with these things, so that they may handle it better. Please, spread the word around.

Emere will use your past, just like witches and wizards, to torment you. if you were molested as a child, they will tell you it is your fault, and you are a slut or LovePeddler. Don't buy in to it. It is to make you feel useless, and spread your legs.

They are tormenters of both sexes. You must battle the witches/wizards/emere, with harsh prayer and fasting. You must combat them. I have the problem of abusing them and shouting and screaming when it is too much. You must curtail it. The bible says to be calm in Christ, because he will fight your battles for you. Forgive them too. See them as traumatized beings who need to be loved and forgiven. it is extremely hard, especially knowing they are out to destroy your life, and make you commit suicide. God will help you. please spread the news around. Also, don't go to that church. www.ffmwondercity.org. wondercity. Akure, ondo. Tell others about it, he is a fakedom.

Thanks for viewing and reading, please spread the news around.

God bless

Hello,

Happy new year to all. I am new to this site, and need to ask a question. i remember back in naija, i watched this unforgetable movie. I just cant seem to remember the title.

Need your help on this. Ok, ovlaria from new masquerade acted this movie. apparently she gave birth to twins in a village where it was forbidden. They killed the twins, and i think she either died of heart break or was killed as well. They were buried next to a tree, and strange things started happening in that village.

So, seven men were sent into a forest, where no one ever came back from, in order to get some kind of potion that would cleanse the village of its problems. Its a long movie, so i will jump to the end. Finally, only two men were left. The oldest man decided to sacrifice himself, so the other one could get back with the potion. The village was cleansed, and ovlaria and the twins were seen rising up from their graves and going into heaven. If any of you guys remember this movie and the title, please, i would be glad to know.

Thanks alot.