At the age of 7, I was already expressing my great ambitions to my parents. One day I will be rich, I will be successful, I will be on television. This wish has been fulfilled.

I started with a first pact in the city of Foz de Iguaçu, where I was involved in several branches of witchcraft and voodoo. Then I was sent to several cities for learning and development. My ambition was to get to know the masters and high ranking officers in the occult. This happened in Salvador.

I was under the authority of a lady, a tutor responsible for guiding my learning, a great witch who told me that I had to go through several phases and several trials warning me that it was essential to be courageous during the rituals I was going to undergo.

“If you don’t think you can make it, tell us right away, we’ll cancel everything.”

“I will get there, I have goals.”

“What is your main goal?”

“I want to reach the top, I want to be prominent in my field, I want to work on television, with famous people.”

I was tied. A spirit has possessed this woman. She smashed a bottle, grabbed a shard, then cut my ribs open, and put a silver marble in me. She then opened my left arm to insert a cross-shaped object into it. Then she grabbed a large needle and sewed me up without anesthesia. I was scared, I was in pain, I thought she would open up other parts of my body. I screamed.
“Don’t do that, don’t do that, I didn’t expect this, don’t cut me anymore, for God’s sake!”

A man present during the ritual quickly left, then he returned with a plant called, Sword of Saint George (Translation, Sansevieria trifasciata). He beat me until the plant totally broke. While he was beating me he said to me, “You will never call on God again, henceforth your God is the spirits!”

Meanwhile, at that time, my father, a Christian, prayed for me, “My God, take my son out of there, take him out of witchcraft.” 27 years later, Jesus freed me from the witchcraft into which I got involved.

Let’s go back to my beginnings in witchcraft. After this first pact, I was taken to a house where I was tattooed on a large part of my body, my chest, my back, my legs. They tattooed images of dragons and snakes on my body. They tattooed me on the back, an upside-down figure, a woman’s figure depicting the Virgin Mary. She was as they told me, my protector.

After this first pact, I received various recommendations. For example, I no longer was allowed to wash with water. I haven’t bathed for 19 years, at least not like a normal human being, that is, with soap and water. I also was forbidden to cut my hair, brush my teeth, cut my nails, or cut my beard. Regarding my diet I was only entitled to red and raw meat and strong alcohol (40°).

For 19 years, I was only allowed raw meat and absolutely nothing else. I was very skinny at that time. Before embarking on this black magic, I did not know what was really awaiting me. I was young and naive. I asked them why my habits had to change so much, they replied that I had been designated for a special mission.

One day my father was in town, he wanted me to accompany him to a place. Normally, no one can sit in the front seat of my vehicle. This place belongs to my protector, my protective spirit. If anyone ventured there, he would experience misfortune.

When my father approached the vehicle I hastened to open one of the rear doors, but he replied, “Why do you want me to sit in the back? Are we waiting for someone else?”


I didn’t dare tell him that it was the place of a spirit. I expected the spirit to manifest violently. When my father got into the front of the vehicle, I couldn’t see the spirit. I wondered where he could have gone. When I got into the vehicle in turn, I saw the spirit outside. He couldn’t be in the company of a Christian, he was powerless.

When I have completed all the initiation rituals, a higher spirit asked me to go to Africa to receive special training. After that, I received the ability to break couples. I have become a sort of marabout breaker of couples. Upon my return, I had become very famous among those who seek to break up marriages and couples. At one time, for example, I managed to break 69 couples in 30 days. I mastered the mystical techniques of separation. With only 5 sentences, 5 formulas, I could separate a couple by appealing to 3 different spirits.

I must tell you that I have never been able to separate a couple who were practicing Christians. Those who pray together are protected. I couldn’t, I had no control over them.

I remember that before I left Africa, an Orisha spirit spoke to me and warned me that I could undo as many pairs as I would be asked to break but that would be difficult for me to break couples who were practicing Christians.

I did not conceive of this possibility, I did not know that a force greater than ours could exist since I had asked from the start to be one of the greatest.

As soon as I returned to Salvador, I asked my tutor who they were who were not afraid of us, our spirits and our guides. I thought we were the strongest. I did not understand.

She replied that the only ones they really have trouble with are Christians who get protection because of their prayers. We cannot do anything against them, and this is the only category of people that poses a problem for us, but they are very few, for everything else we have free access. She told me not to waste my time with them. When I discover that the couple to be broken up is a practicing Christian, I shouldn’t waste my time.

I was able to realize later, that most of these Christians have the odd appearance, people who one can believe to be a little silly, too simple, or even quirky. They are quirky in the way they speak, the way they dress, and even the way they walk.

You know today when you come across individuals, they are usually very fashionable, proud-looking, with outstretched necks and a lot of pretenses, whereas these Christians are not. They are so simple that they live on the fringes of society. The kind of person you want to slap for no reason. I despised them all the more.

I regarded them with all the more contempt since I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t do anything against these silly looking people.

She said to me, “They only have an idiotic appearance, but do not dare to touch them. Their Avenger is terrible, they are protected by God.”

I’m going to give you a revelation. When somebody brings us a picture or a piece of clothing of a Christian, we feel the anointing of the Holy Spirit right away and we can’t go any further. I gradually learned to recognize them and to let them go. We have like a barrier that prevented us from locating the person, nor have access to the person in any form.

On the other hand, I have known Christians who are totally accessible and fearful. They were afraid of us and we had a hold on them.

But the other category of Christians is dangerous. They use the power and the authority of Christ over us, the dark forces, the agents of Satan. They are called “feet back” because they pray very often on their knees.

Let me tell you, when you have hurt these Christians, whether mystically, or in everyday life, they do not get angry, they do not come to ask you to account or create a public scandal. They remain calm with you, but they will kneel before their God.

What is happening is exactly as the Bible says, they are heaping hot coals on the heads of their enemies.

Proverbs 25:21-22 If your enemy be hungry, give him bread to eat; and if he is thirsty, give him water to drink: 22 For you shall heap coals of fire on his head and the LORD shall reward you.

Romans 12:20 Therefore, if your enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirsts, give him drink: for in so doing you shall heap coals of fire on his head.

The lady adds again, “If you do something bad to these Christians, they will not come and fight with you, they will do the “prayer.” These are the ones we must flee. When they pray, it has the effect of a burning fire on us. They destroy our work to the point where we have to relocate.” When she painted me a portrait of those I must avoid at all costs, I understood that they had to be feared.

She replied, “It is not them that must be feared, but it is the One who walks with them, Jesus.”

Later with more power, I feared some Christians, because now I could see the angels. They are giants!

Sometimes you see a Christian walking alone in the street and you try to approach him mystically. In a few seconds, giant angels appear, you take off with your tail between your legs like lightning. Having seen it with my own eyes, I can assure you that God is faithful, you who fear and keep the commandments of God, no occult force can reach you.

Psalm 34:7 The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear Him, and he delivers them.

2 Thessalonians 3:3 But the Lord is faithful, and He will strengthen you and protect you from the evil one.

A human can come and physically strike one of these Christians, but in spirit, this is not possible, no occult force has power over them, nor approach them. They are totally protected from this occultic world, but I repeat, they are so few that it is almost rare to be confronted with this type of Christians. For others, the powers of darkness act day and night by the thousands on a single individual.

One day in the street, a young man was evangelizing. He passed near my guardian’s house and handed me a Christian tract, which I mechanically grabbed through the barrier.

The lady saw him and recognized him as a Christian. She started screaming, asking the young man to get out. She did not see any divine protection around the young man earlier. Angels do not show themselves automatically, which many times deceived us.

The lady believed him to be one of those accessible Christians as is the case with the vast majority.

She told us, “You will see, I am going to do a ritual. In 7 minutes this young person will come back, he will kneel in front of us and ask us for forgiveness.”

The young man never returned, the spell that the lady cast never reached him. She was ashamed and angry. A few minutes later, in her room, a fire erupted from we-do-not-know-from-where. A few images and statues were consumed in the fire. We rushed to put the fire off and save the ritual material.

She said to me, “You see, this young man has just prayed over us. It is his prayer that burned our objects.”

I was taking note.


One day, when it was midnight, we were getting ready to do a ritual in some kind of path when we heard music and chanting. I asked the others, “Why is the music and singing at this time of night and in this remote place? It will prevent us from concentrating.”

One of my companions replied, “They are Christians, they are having a vigil of prayers and praises.”

These people sang and prayed loudly. I then asked what we were going to do.

They replied, “We can’t be seen, let’s stay silent and wait for them to pass.”

It was out of the question for me to wait.

I had just discovered the power of orishas (higher demons). I felt strong and invincible, I wanted to face these Christians. It was then that I summoned a spirit that I had known in Angola, during my mystical internship.

I approached the Christians. They were very focused and fervent and they advanced towards the path in our direction. As they were just a few more steps from us, the spirit that I had summoned fled. Most of the spirits present with us also ran away. After this observation my companions fled to the forest, asking me to do the same. I hid myself. I watched these Christians go by without them realizing our presence.

In my ignorance and naivety, as I realize it today, I was working with several orishas (higher demons), some of whom were black. These black orishas were causing me a lot of trouble. From there I started not to like black men in general. Now in this group of Christians, who were singing in the paths in the middle of the night, I saw several black men, filled with the Holy Spirit. Wizards can see this type of thing.

Just one of the black men passing near the place we abandoned to take refuge in the forest said, “Stop! There is something evil here.”

He called out the name of Jesus, he called out the blood of Jesus.
From where I was standing I could see his forehead. His forehead was shining, his forehead was very bright in the middle of the night. 

Exodus 34:29 When Moses came down from Mount Sinai with the two tablets of the covenant law in his hands, he was not aware that his face was radiant because he had spoken with the Lord. 30 When Aaron and all the Israelites saw Moses, his face was radiant, and they were afraid to come near him. 

2 Corinthians 3:7  But if the ministry of death, having been engraved in letters in stone was with glory (so that the sons of Israel could not steadfastly behold the face of Moses because of the glory of his face), which was being done away; 8  shall not the ministry of the Spirit be with more glory? 

I wanted to put a spell on him, to burn him. But I was asked to calm down because with one sentence this man could annihilate all the spirits and protections placed in me.

I don’t know if these Christians saw the light they gave off. It looked like it was noon and not midnight, so strong was the light they gave off. Yet a few meters away, we were in the darkness hidden with our spirits. These Christians had no weapons on them, but we considered them extremely armed and dangerous, to the point where we had to humble ourselves by flight and hiding until they all left.

One day at the beach, three men in suits and ties arrived. I was laughing at them when they approached me then. Among them, a black man. It was precisely the black man that spotted me. He slowly approached me, filled with the Holy Ghost. At that time I was wearing 72 tattoos on me. Before he got too close to me, I asked him to stop.

“What do you want?”

“I want to give you a word from God. Jesus loves you, He has a plan for your life.”

“Who told you that I want your plan? I have my own mind, that’s enough for me, and then I think you’re crazy. It’s a hot day, everyone is enjoying the beach and you annoy people with your suit, your tie and your little flyers on your Jesus.”

Everyone around laughed. At that moment, this man’s lips began to move. I asked what he was doing, someone replied, “He is praying!”

I was very brave, I was not afraid of anything, yet without reason, my legs began to tremble, a fear suddenly invaded me. I was scared but I also had hatred. I hated this black man. His way of looking bothered me, his way of speaking, of standing bothered me.

I finally released him, “Little Christian, if you don’t get out of here, I’m going to beat you up!!!”

There I recited to him all my titles obtained in occultism. I wanted him to know that he was in front of a great sorcerer and that he should fear me.

The Christian told me, “Your private and professional life is none of my business. I have come to fulfill my mission, which is to tell you that Jesus loves you. He has the power to free you from the clutches of Satan.”

“Out of my sight, my patience has run out!”

He smiled.

“Why are you smiling, you want me to beat you up?”

“Who are you demon?! I am doing the work of God, the Blood of Jesus has power!”

Because of these words, my body was shaking more and more. I had never lost control of my body so much before. When the young man asked my body to stop, my body stopped shaking. They left, I was perplexed. This man showed me that everything I had on me was worth nothing in front of the authority he had.

In 1986 I was already considered the 4th most powerful wizard in the country. I was cold and calculating. I had progressed enormously in the various occult sciences, I had climbed the ranks of several different branches.

At that time, I could see a person and know, without them telling me, his name. I developed this technique by going a second time to the African continent.

There are several things that I must confide. Several have asked me the question. Since 1987 a lot has changed in society regarding the media. That year we started to introduce a lot of fetishes and witchcraft to TV and video games.

Things are much more covered up than you can imagine, but believe me, we have introduced witchcraft in entertainment and culture massively. I have been involved in bringing the power of darkness into homes. Pray a lot, that these things don’t come into your house.

Paul spoke of the struggle not against flesh and blood, that is, not against visible enemies and neighbors. If we invest money in sturdy doors to secure houses and apartments so that no thieves can get in, the Bible tells you, that’s nothing because dark spirits can still come in and that ‘is much worse. You don’t know because you can’t see them. You are not securing your homes against these things, which come in to take away peace from homes and much more.

For we do not struggle against flesh and blood, but against rulers, against authorities, against the princes of this dark world, against evil spirits in the heavenly places. Ephesians 6:12

Claim the authority of Christ against these things. I have known many fearful Christians, Christians who are afraid of occult forces, Christians who cannot even pass by a cemetery for fear of the spirits. This fear does not come from God but from Satan. He uses it to have a hold on you. Dogs attack more when they detect your sweat, your fear gives them encouragement to attack you because they know you are weak. The Devil does the same. He may be restless, but you’re stronger in Christ. If you get scared, he will redouble his efforts to make you so afraid that you don’t even think of Christ. Learn to overcome these fears and use the authority freely available to you in the Blood shed on the Cross.

I was at the top of my “art” at that time. It was then that the protective spirit that I served, said to me, “You have already served me a lot. I’m going to ask you one more thing, you must “open your head” for the Queen.”

Any great wizard knows what that means. If you open up to this entity, you automatically become homosexual. I told her I wasn’t interested. I had several wizarding colleagues who had become homosexual in relation to this entity. The thought of becoming gay was very repulsive to me. When you accept these categories of spirits, they have the power to change your sexual orientation. If you are a woman, you can even become a prostitute and you will never be able to satisfy your sexual desires.

My protective spirit insisted. I said no. It was then that she got angry, and said to me, “You are my slave, my horse, you will!”

I got scared, but I tried to negotiate again, I asked her if there was not a solution, another way out.

She brought together several other spirits, then she told me their decisions.

“If you manage to find a woman who falls in love with you and who marries you, then you will not have to take this obligatory step. You have exactly 90 days to make a woman love and marry you. You have neither the right to use fetishes, nor magic, nor money to achieve your ends. The woman should not know that you are rich or that you have property. She must love you as you are.”

Today, I am a very beautiful mixed race. But at that time… I wasn’t beautiful at all, I was loathsome.

Remember, I was not allowed to wash, not to use perfumes or deodorants, not to cut my hair, not to comb my hair, not to brush my teeth with a toothbrush, not to eat normally… I was thin, ugly, repulsive, I smelled like a goat. It was a way of binding me, of trapping me, so that the spirits could use me anyhow they want.

Who would want to marry me under these conditions?! I was a drug user. Because of my profession, I had a full criminal record. I was watched by the police. However, I had to immediately start looking for a wife, to buy my freedom from the devil. I really felt entrapped by those I served, the spirits.

Every girl I approached ran away. 30 days have passed, the girls were still running away from me. 30 more days, same thing. I entered into despair. I didn’t want to become effeminate.

I then thought that I had to get drunk a lot, take the car, drive at high speed to kill myself. I walked into a bar where I carried out my plan to drink to the limit.

In the morning, I thought, “I’m going to kill myself, I’m going to kill myself.”

I asked for the bill, I paid. While the bar boy was cashing the money, I thought about how I was going to die. It was then that a voice deep in my being said to me, “Jorge, don’t do that! Your life has value to Me.”

I knew it was God. But I was like, “God? What do you mean God cares for me? For people like me?”

It was then that I heard for the second time, “Jorge, don’t touch your life!”

I returned home, confused, I couldn’t kill myself that night. So I went to another bar and restaurant the next night. In front of everyone I ordered raw meat, I was not allowed to eat anything else. I was eating this meat while drinking 40% alcohol when the most beautiful woman I have ever seen walked past me. When she came back, she passed me closely. I stretched out one of my thin legs to bar her path. 

She was the only chance I had. I pushed my luck on her, and jokingly asked her, “Would you like to go out with me?”

“But have you seen yourself in a mirror?”

But she was kind of polite. She apologized for her rudeness, and then she left.

I said to myself, that she loved me, I mustn’t lose sight of her. I got up to go to her table. She was there with all her family. There was an empty chair there and I sat down on it.

She stood up in fury, “You are badly brought up! Get out of here, who do you think you are?”

I was going to answer when my protective spirit told me that this girl’s mother is a witch who belongs to the same clan as mine.

The spirit told me, “Her mother belongs to us.”

At that moment I changed my speech, I answered the girl, “Don’t worry, I’m not coming for you. I’m coming to chat with your mom.”

I greeted her mother by her first name, the spirit had given it to me. I introduced myself, I introduced my lineage of witchcraft, she recognized me. Quickly a certain camaraderie and friendship set in since we were comrades in the occult. I used all my wits to find out where they lived.

Every day I visited them. I quickly developed a bond with the girl. For two weeks, we went out in the evenings. But I had to come home quickly to conduct a ritual for a client in a professional emergency. As soon as I arrived, I learned that there was a big argument in her family. Her father chased her out of the house.

She called me from a public booth very angry because she had just been kicked out.

That’s when the incredible happened. She asked me, “Jorge, can you marry me?”

God had started to intervene in my life. I didn’t hesitate for a second, I got back on the plane. I looked for her, she was with a relative. She brought me papers from the town hall, asking me if I loved her. I replied, totally amazed, “I love you, I love you!”

There were then 3 days left to the 90 days deadline. I married the most beautiful woman in the world who is still my wife today, one of the greatest miracles of my life. After this very sober and intimate ceremony, she wanted us to go on our honeymoon. It was then that I remembered that I was married to 3 spirits!

I couldn’t touch a woman of flesh and blood. No woman was allowed to sit in the front seat of my car.

The spirits started their harassment, “Do not touch her, do not hug her, do not sleep in the same room as her. We have tolerated that you held her hand, do not go further.”

I said to myself, “I just married a woman, what do I do now?”

The spirits wanted to kill her. Thus began a real pressure and oppression. My new wife took me to a big hotel. Once in the bedroom, she laid down on the bed and said, “My God, I can’t believe I got married!” I was thinking inside, “And you’re not going to believe what I’m going to tell you now…”

I started, “You know, today I drank a lot, I’m going to take a room next door, I’m not going to sleep here. Tomorrow morning we will discuss. I have a secret to reveal to you, I must tell you, but tomorrow.”

“If you have a secret, you should have told me before the wedding, otherwise you shouldn’t marry me. You are going to tell me this secret now! Besides, go shower, it’s our honeymoon.”

“We’ll start here then, I can’t wash myself.”

She thought I was lying, and that I was gay.

“I am a spiritualist. I am a Satanist. You married a great wizard.”
There I revealed all my titles to her. She was shocked, horrified. I told her that I would never be able to touch her and that no one would touch her either.

“Let’s make a deal, I’m a rich man, I have a lot of money. I will give you a certain amount every month. I will give you a house, or an apartment as you wish. I will give you a car, a domestic worker. If you want to open a store, or whatever you want, I will give you.”

We spent the whole night chatting. She finally agreed. I went home. I continued with my life.


I had a child by accident in my teenage years before I started magic. I got my daughter back, who I left in the care of my wife.

In this house, I had installed ritual objects including two large statues, more than 1000 candles, 120* cats, 3 snakes and more.

(* editor’s note: typo?)

One day I was setting up a game console for my daughter, when a teenage girl from the neighborhood rang the bell. As I opened the door, I heard a loud noise. I shouted to ask her to pay attention to the electric gate. When I saw her, I saw her bent over, bent in half. I saw an orisha (higher demon) had possessed her.

This orisha (higher demon) approached me and signified to me that he wanted to speak to me. We walked towards the room where no one was allowed to enter except me.

Here is the message from the spirit, “In exactly 14 days, you will kill your wife, and your daughter. You will drink the blood of both.”

“I will kill whoever you want, but not my wife, nor my daughter, please. Ultimately, I can kill my wife, but not my daughter!”

“You’re going to do it. It’s an order, you have to stab her and drink her blood, then you will kill your wife.”

The spirit is gone. I consulted all the great masters, all the wizards that I could. I knelt down before them begging their help, so that this does not happen.

“Don’t let them kill my daughter. She didn’t choose to be my daughter, she is not involved in her father’s activities. I can’t, I can’t!”

They all answered me, “You chose to enter the magic, no one forced you. You must now obey, you are a horse ridden by the spirits. You will go and do what they tell you.”

At that time, I didn’t know that Jesus could get me out of this, I didn’t know that He had power over all these things. I did not know that He had power in the heavens, on the earth and under the earth.

After these refusals, I went to a nightclub. I drank, I took drugs, I needed courage. I got home at 4 am. On the road, I passed a road cleaning vehicle. I stopped near the vehicle. I wanted to chat with someone, I wanted to unload my burden. But first I’ll tell you that before going to a club, I tried to talk to Christians. I tried to talk to them because I was in such distress.

But each of them turned their back on me. They were either scared or disgusted by my appearance. I would like to remind you, dear brother, that if someone comes to you, smells bad, looks strange, do not turn away. These people sometimes need your friendship.

Remember when Jesus sat down with the bad-living people, He didn’t say, “They stink these people, these people are stupid, these people are weird, these people look weird.” But He said He was sent for the sick. If you say you are the light of Christ know that you are for people like that, and not just for those around you. I needed hope, the Christians refused it to me. I had even tried to stop Christian cars, but they were taking detours to avoid me.

If it happens to you true Christians to argue with a sorcerer, magician, don’t be afraid to argue with him and even hold his hand, nothing will happen to you. Be sure, you are covered by the grace of God and the blood of Jesus Christ. Don’t think a wizard can do anything against you. You are perhaps the only person to teach him, despite all his esoteric knowledge, that Jesus can free him from all these bonds. Because we Satanists were ignorant. Even when we have become slaves in the pay of the Devil, we endure hopeless despair.

Let’s go back to this morning when I approached the garbage collector. I approached him and became suspicious of him for the way he was serene. I parked my car and I approached him. I touched his broom to make him feel comfortable then I said to him, “Have you ever heard about happiness? Do you know someone who is happy?”

He started to smile, and replied, “You won’t believe it, but I’m the happiest man in the world.”

“But you are a street sweeper, a garbage collector, you earn a few dollars and you say you are the happiest man in the world?!”

“I am the happiest man in the world because I am a Christian, washed, redeemed by the blood of Jesus!”

“Are Christians happy then?”

“Yes because they have the Prince of Peace with them, you never heard of it?”

“I think you’re crazy!”

“You called me a garbage collector, in fact, I take care of cleaning the streets as you said. But that’s on this earth, in a while I’ll be in New Jerusalem, over there, the streets are golden!”

“You are crazy, you are crazy, what is this city? What gold are you talking about?! Is that what you think about when you clean the streets? Does that make you delirious at this point?!”

I really thought he was crazy, let’s say nuts, I had fun teasing him.
“Your Jesus, He’s good, and all that …”

“Yes, all power was given to Him.”

“You know, I have to kill my wife and my daughter, because I am a wizard and I have to do it.”

I thought he was going to be scared, but no, his eyes started to glow.

I asked him, “Ask your Jesus how much He takes to help me not to kill my wife and my daughter. I pay, I give everything He wants. I have the means. You know I am really a great wizard, my rates are high, $10,000, $50,000 and even $100,000 for a mission. I helped a man to become President of the Republic.”

I continued, “I pay everything He asks, I advance part now, then the other when I see results. Does it work this way?”

“Jesus only expects one thing from you!”

“A single thing?! I usually work with at least 72 ritual objects! Whoever gives me a mission must spend nearly $1,000 just on materials and it’s $300 for 3 minutes of consultation. With that, I still have a 6-month queue! So what is this thing?”

“Jesus wants you to become His friend, open your heart to Him, recognize your weakness, accept Him as your only Lord and Savior, that will be enough.”

“What are you telling me here?! Are you telling me that I have to become a Christian? That I become like you?”

“You don’t have to be like me, I only ask you to open your heart and let Jesus come into your life. He will solve your problems.”

“But I can’t… I’ve already given my soul to the orishas, I can’t give it to anyone anymore.”

“You cannot want the blessing and reject the One who blesses you. If you accept Jesus, I guarantee you victory in His Blood.”

“I cannot! I prefer to pay.”

“Jesus doesn’t work like that.”

I got angry, I left and headed to my car. The young man followed me and knocked on the window. “Whether you like it or not, God has a plan for you!”

I went. At around 4 p.m., I was in the process of carrying out the orisha order, when someone rang the doorbell.

My daughter ran, saying, “It’s grandfather, grandfather is here.”
A very angry mind said to me, “This old man will spoil everything!”
My father came in, he kissed my wife and my daughter. He looked at me and asked me if everything was okay.

As soon as he entered, he saw the statues that I had installed in the middle of the living room. He exclaimed, “God have mercy on my son!” My father wanted to pray right away.

I said to myself, “No, it’s not possible, he can’t pray to another god at my place, the orishas won’t appreciate it!” I barely opened my mouth to ask him not to pray when he interrupted me, “My son, you will let me pray. The name of Jesus is powerful!”

I was afraid. You know wizards, at least those from my land, don’t really listen to their own thoughts. There are spirits that constantly whisper in their ears to guide them in their thinking. The spirits speak in the left ear. So I was afraid of my father because he had guessed what I was going to do, yet he is not a rocket scientist. So I asked him how he knew what I was going to do.

He responded to me, “Christ revealed it to me, and I thank Him for taking me to your house at this moment. You are not going to kill your wife or your daughter!”

“Daddy, please go away!”

“I know what I’m saying, my child. A feast is in preparation in your occult world. Satan asked you to sacrifice your wife and your daughter!”

“You have to go, otherwise, the spirits will push you!”

“I will not leave, besides, I will stay a few days here.”

At that moment, I looked for the spirits, but they were nowhere to be found.


I looked for one of the spirits in particular, inside the house, outside, and finally saw him at the gate. I asked him to help me get my father out of the house so that I could carry out the order given to me. For the first time, this spirit showed me that he had limits. He told me that he could not touch my father. I was pressurized, I risked not carrying out the order of the spirits. I had to take my gun to kill my father because I had to do my ritual at a specific time.

I approached my father with my gun. My wife saw me. My father faced me and told me that he was not afraid of me. He started throwing sentences at me, “I am not alone, I have Christ with me! May the blood of Christ bind you! May the blood of Jesus immobilize you!”

I was paralyzed. My brain was working, but my body wasn’t responding. With great difficulty I looked for the spirits to help me. Through the window, I could see them in the distance. My father walked towards me, he put his hand on my shoulder. At that moment my body started to tremble.

He started to pray, “My Jesus, whom I serve, thank You because You revealed to me that You were going to save my son. Save him, transform his life, for the honor and the glory of Your holy name, amen!”

I found my movements, I bent down to pick up my weapon. I headed for the house of the spirits and there was panic. They allowed me to cancel everything because they too were risking the fire of God at that time. The spirits were even more afraid than me.

So I called all my collaborators in order to cancel the whole chain of work necessary for the planned sacrifice and the team that had to be present, that is to say all the wizards of my land. There was a lot of misunderstanding, a lot of dissatisfaction to deal with. It was the start of the fight.

When I returned to the living room, my father was with my daughter. They were busy chatting. I thought maybe it was a good time to kill him since he hadn’t seen me and so he wouldn’t say any powerful words. I grabbed my gun, hidden behind a column in the house when a giant being appeared having huge arms and a very developed torso. I immediately hid the weapon. I was surprised, shocked, anguished to see one of the most gigantic beings that I had been allowed to see.

But I summoned some bravery to confront him, perhaps out of wits’ ends. I told him that no one could enter my home without identifying himself. At this point my father asked me who I was talking to.

I answered him, “I am talking to this guy who got between you and me!” After all this uproar, the guard entered the living room. He asked me, “Boss, what’s going on here, what’s going on?”

I answered him, that I want to know who is this man in the living room. The guard answered me that he sees only my father and my daughter. I understood that no one else saw him, so that was the magic of Christians. I calmed down, I acted as if nothing had happened. As a famous wizard, I was very combative. I didn’t let myself be impressed by the magic of others. I waited.

Later, my father was in the bathroom. A spirit whispered in my ear that it was a good time to kill my father. So I was waiting for him behind the door, ready to kill him. When my dad opened the door, this giant appeared first. I was speechless, my father who knew nothing of what I was seeing, asked me why I was waiting for him in front of the bathroom.

“No, no, I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“My son, Jesus is with me.”

“I see Him …”

I went to my room. I got up at dawn, hoping my father would be alone. It must have been 3:30 am. I went to my father’s room, who was snoring. I closed the door. I checked under the bed, no one. I opened the cupboards to see if anyone was there. I checked everywhere, no one.

I grabbed my gun thinking, “You will never again be able to disrupt my activities and my occult world.”

Despite the fact that he is my father, I was faithful and had given my soul to the spirits. My father had caused tremendous damage to them. Just as I was about to shoot, the giant arrived. He appeared sitting on the bed. He stood up very slowly, staring at me.

Then for the first time he spoke to me, “What do you want with him?”


I fled to my room. A few minutes later one of my spirits joined me.

“I think this giant will end up killing me! You have to take care of it, I’m just human.”

“No, it’s up to you!”

The next day I tried several more times to eliminate my father. In all I tried 19 times, without success.

I would now like to share a passage from the Bible before continuing,

Luke 8:26-28 And they arrived at the country of the Gadarenes, which is over against Galilee. 27 And when He went forth to land, there met Him out of the city a certain man, which had devils long time, and wore no clothes, neither stayed in any house, but in the tombs. 28 When he saw Jesus, he cried out and fell down before Him, and with a loud voice said, What have I to do with You, Jesus, You Son of God most high? I beseech You, torment me not.

Luke 8:38-39 Now the man out of whom the devils were departed sought Him that he might be with Him: but Jesus sent him away, saying, 39 Return to your own house, and show how great things God has done to you. And he went his way, and published throughout the whole city how great things Jesus had done to him.

After a few days my father returned home, nothing could disturb me now. I summoned all the leading wizards for the ritual again. The “invitations” having been sent, I took my daughter shopping. I thought it was her last day, I wanted to be nice to her. My wife was also present. I told them that in the evening the two were to accompany me to a “party.” In reality, it was to kill them.

Around 8 pm, my wife and my daughter were in the car. In the car, I felt more and more anguished and remorse. I looked at my daughter and thought I was a monster, an animal. Yet I had no way out, I can’t disobey orders. I was to lead them to the large wizarding center. It was a big center.

On the road, there was a kind of traffic jam. A security man approached each vehicle. When he approached ours, he asked us to be patient and to drive slowly because there is a congress of Christian youth. There were people there selling Bibles, books, popcorns, drinks.

When we passed near them, my daughter asked me for some popcorns.

“Popcorns, my daughter, but we had dinner a short time ago!”
“Dad, it doesn’t cost you anything, please buy me some popcorns!”

I parked the vehicle. When it was time to pull the handbrake, I thought to myself that I was the most monstrous man in the world. I was going to kill my own daughter and my wife in a few minutes or hours. I wondered if I shouldn’t rather kill myself instead. At that moment a spirit spoke to me asking me to hurry. I approached the popcorn stand, the young man asked me to wait a bit. I waited for him to restart the machine while the movie of my life was being played in my mind.

I weighed 57kg, I was addicted to 4 types of drugs, I had to inject heroin in the foot, otherwise, I could not fall asleep. I was exhausted and winnowed by the self-inflicted vicissitudes of life. I had court trials scheduled for hearing, including for homicide. Do you think the Devil is protecting you?!

He only protects you for a while, until the day he lets you bear the consequences of the acts he himself has requested. In reality, I was a wreck, a robot, I couldn’t stand life anymore. What a rotten life! There I had to add to my heavy burden, that of taking the life of my family. 

Nearby, I heard the praises of Christians, I heard the songs and the lyrics. I paid attention to the words. It was about fatigue, weakness, and Jesus’ help to get us up. These words made me feel good for a moment, but I thought it was an illusion.

But at the same time, I wanted to believe it. I projected myself into these words imagining that Jesus could really take this burden away from me. I felt a freshness, a relief. I enjoyed it, I loved this feeling. 

I called my daughter to listen too. I told her, these people sing so well. I don’t know these songs, but I listened to the lyrics. I launched into a speech to explain the different voices to her, soprano, tenor, etc. She smiled, she was amused when I waxed lyrical about their singing.

There she said to me, “These people sing well because they sing all the time. They are Christians and are from the same church as Grandfather. It doesn’t have me anymore.”

I wanted to leave. A friend of my father recognized me, greeted me and insisted that I stay a little while. But I didn’t want to. One of my sisters lived 150m away. I decided to go there to avoid the guy because a spirit asked me not to discuss with this Christian. I left the popcorns with my daughter and I left.

When I rang the doorbell of my sister’s house, something strange happened. The door would not open. Smoke appeared out of nowhere. I was wondering what I was seeing when I saw a small flame and out of there, came a voice that sounded familiar to me, that voice also seemed to know me very well.

“Today you will meet your God!”

“Who are You? If You are a spirit, I can find You. Show up if You want to chat quietly.”

“I am the Lord of Christians, your life will be transformed from today.”

When He presented Himself like this, at the time I was thinking of everything from the point of view of magic. For me, the Christians had their magic and I mine. I used to welcome the spirits of other lands. When you are a sorcerer you can be interested in everything and practice all religions because they all belong to Satan, apart from true Christians. However, I didn’t have permission to meddle with Christians. So I believed that it was the magic of Christians, the witchcraft of Christians.

I tried to run away. I ran, crossed the street, I almost got run over by a car. At one point a spirit that I crossed asked me why I was running like this. I told him what I had seen and heard. He confirmed to me that it was the magic of Christians.

“It’s the magic of Christians, Christians do magic against people, they did it on you.”

“How is it possible?”

I decided to take revenge on this “spell.” I decided to wait until the end of their meeting to find all the people who knew me and who potentially had prayed “against” me by sending me their Christ.

I wanted to start with my father’s friend. I was waiting for him until the last one came out. I didn’t see him. Someone asked me who I was looking for. I gave the name, but everyone told me he was gone. He had passed in front of me, probably the Lord made him invisible to me.

I went to his house. Face to face I threatened him. I told him that I was going to destroy him and kill him. He started to pray, and there I saw him catch fire. I thought it was me who burned him with my threats.

When I wanted to approach him to check why he was still standing, I received a blow from above. This blow really knocked me out. I thought I was dead. I was all the more afraid because my guides and protectors were not in this place. The Christian who caught fire without burning explained to me that it was an angel who had struck me. I asked him why there was fire on him. He told me it was the fire of the Holy Spirit. The flame that I saw was blue.

He began to say words to me that I had never heard before.

“If the angel didn’t kill you, it’s because God has a plan for you. Jesus loves you, no matter what you are, no matter what your past is or what you’ve done. The most important thing is that you have repentance, you must humble yourself before God. Humble yourself before Jesus that you want Him to save you. Tell Him that you want to change your life, you will be detached from your bonds, and you will be happy.”

This word, “happy” echoed in my body. All my life, I have run after happiness without finding it.

“If I became a Christian… I would know happiness?”

“Christ will give you His peace, He is the Lord of peace.”

I knelt before this Christian, “If your Jesus who set this fire on you, the One who protects you so much, accepts me in turn, if He can forgive my sins, and forget my past, then I want to be happy and protected like you. Yes, I wish to become a Christian.”

That evening I accepted Jesus. He went to get someone to take me to the pastor.

The pastor laid his hands on my head, praying with strength and authority, asking Christ to untie all my chains. At that moment, the turban that I was wearing on my head came off, the tattoos on my neck fell off, the rings that I had jumped out of my fingers by themselves. I was very afraid to see these things. I wanted to run away, the pastor held me back.

He explained to me, “The chains of sin have fallen off you, you have become a new creature. You are from now on a citizen of Heaven, washed in the blood of the Lamb, redeemed, justified. Christ paid your price.”

It must have been 9:30 p.m. to 10 p.m. Someone went to bring my wife to me. At that time I was exhausted, two men were holding my arms on either side. I had a lot of emotions, but I was holding back from crying, at least that’s what I thought. In fact, someone pointed out to me later that I was crying.

There I said to myself, that I had really changed, I felt like someone else, I was a Christian. My wife, touched by what she saw, also asked to be a Christian. We hugged each other, in tears. My daughter was there too. She confessed to me that she often went to her grandfather’s church and that she had even sung in the choir before. She asked me for permission to no longer hide to go there.

I answered her, “Yes, my daughter you can go to church.”

God saved my family and me!

All this time God has worked tirelessly in my life, to thwart the plans of Satan and set in motion His plan for me. At that time I was no longer thinking of the brotherhood of wizards that was waiting for me late that night for the sacrifice of my family. My eyes opened, I began to see and hear differently. I wanted to hear the words of these Christians. I wanted more, I thirsted for God.

When we got home, there was a terrible explosion outside the door. I had previously dedicated my house to the spirits and to Satan. There was therefore a confrontation of spirits. I stopped dead in my tracks and held my daughter in my arms. A spirit watching us from the house asked me who the giant person was with us. When he said that, I was overjoyed because I too had received the protection of an angel like the other Christians.

My wife asked me what was going on. I couldn’t answer her. This joy made me brave. I entered my house. I told my wife that I was going to burn the statues and all the objects of magic and witchcraft so that the Jesus of Christians would come and live there. She told me it was not necessary as the pastor would come and pray the next day anyway, but I felt deep inside that I had to burn all these things. We couldn’t just pray to chase away the spirits and keep occult objects. They had to be burnt.

The house was very big, I had two swimming pools. At one point I heard noises coming from the swimming pools as if monsters were there. I knew what spirits they were, snakes and dragons. I told myself that they were coming to kill me, I was afraid. But immediately I remembered the phrases Christians used to say to me when I wanted to attack them, “The blood of Christ is mighty!”

I too repeated this phrase, I called the blood of Christ. When I saw the spirits stop, I took more courage. I shouted louder, they finally disappeared. My wife saw it all.

I killed the 3 snakes and all the cats I had at home. I threw them, burned them, I cried the blood of Jesus all the way through. I burned the magic books, inaccessible books, very expensive books that few wizards can buy, some cost over $100,000. Books signed by Satan’s own hand. Books that don’t burn and don’t get wet. They are immortal books that spanned the centuries. But tonight crying out to the power of the name of Jesus, those books burned down. I saw thousands and thousands of spirits fleeing from my house.

All, of all categories, I saw them leave. Some threatened me. In particular, the one with whom I had made the pact, the one with whom I made the agreement to sell my soul. He told me that I belonged to him. He reminded me of the sacrifices and the ritual of that moment.

He asked me to look at my left hand, because the day I sold my soul to him, for that, among other things, I had to bite my left hand until it bled. I replied that my name was no longer in their records, my name was now only in God’s book.

He asked me to stop what I was doing. He told me that if I put everything back in place and bought everything that I had burnt again, he would forget what I had done.

I’m not gullible. I’ve seen what he did to wizards in such a case before. I didn’t intend to be fooled, which gave me even more courage to assert myself and get rid of them. In these cases we must not hesitate any longer, we must give ourselves entirely to Christ. I chased him and everyone who was still left from my house. All of my tattoos were gone from my body. The dragons and snakes as well as the protective spirit (the “Virgin Mary”) that had been tattooed on my body, all of that miraculously disappeared. I was exhausted that night.

I sat down and I looked up to the sky. I saw a whole host of angels of God. I was in ecstasy. I said to myself, “Angels, angels, they all smile in the same way, they look very similar. What beauty, they are magnificent! I have never seen that!”

At that moment I heard my wife screaming at such a force that I had to shut her mouth. She hadn’t seen the spirits go but she saw the angels.

I told her, “Calm down, don’t be afraid, we are having a vision. It is a vision that comes from God. Calm down, control yourself.”

It must be said that I was used to supernatural things. This vision allowed me to understand that everything was over now. My house, my family now belonged to God. I am still with my wife. Today, we have a normal life.

Luke 15:10 Likewise, I tell you, there is joy before the angels of God over one repentant sinner.