The testimony, an ordeal

I have got questions

I received this in an email this afternoon and it was quite a compelling read if not also quite worrisome.

I cannot attest to the veracity of the tale, if true, it would have been an ordeal and to have someone return to tell the tale means one should be aware of some rather nefarious and supranormal activity going on where there seems to be victims who do not return.

I however have questions, many questions.

• This testimony which talks of God’s power appears to devolve to the father and mother of the church at the most critical moments of this ordeal, is this how it works now?
• Does this kind of thing really happen in Nigeria? I have heard many stories like this, usually only as a testimony in church.
• How can the law be brought to bear on this kind of activity which involves other human beings kidnapping people for some atrocious spiritual activity?

The man who gave the testimony supplied his complete details which I have not placed in this posting.

The Testimony

I give this testimony to the glory of God and for these 3 reasons

To proof that God answer prayers.

The word of God is power

There is reward for dedicated service that comes from a sincere heart.

On Friday the 25th day of May 2007, as I drive through Gowon Estate, just after RCCG (Dominion Parish) to the left, I was about to make a call when I sited a team of police men (6 of them) on check point duty.

I stopped the car just some meters from them, turn off the engine and started calling. I was just dialing the number when one of them came from the passenger's side to accuse me of making phone call while driving. I told him I wasn't and that this is the reason why I parked the car. He accused me of lying. This got me angry and I stepped out of the car, close the door and both of us started arguing.

I stood by the driver's side of the car raging and ranting and telling the police man what I feel about the police operation. One of them, a corporal came from behind me and touched my shoulder saying "we are not fighting now". Immediately, I became weak. As much as I tried talking, my mouth was not responding. By this time, I looked around and noticed what these police men were doing, but I could do nothing about the situation.

After a while I was instructed to enter the car and drive. By this time, 5 vehicles were already arrested, 1 jeep and 4 cars (my car inclusive). A lady (one of the captives) was asked to sit in the front seat of my car, while the two police men sat at the backseat of the car. Again, I wanted to complain but again the police man touched my shoulder. This he kept doing anytime he observes I was trying to come out of his hold.

This continued until we got to Ayobo road. Between Abesan Estate gate and Ayobo road junction, I knew I was driving but remembered nothing. Then when I saw a small Canaan land bus approaching, I was coming out of their grip and the man behind me touched me again so I drove past the bus. My car stopped twice. The first time I started it and we continued, as we approached the bridge along Ayobo - Ota road, the car stopped for the second time. As I tried starting the car, that was the last thing I knew.

By the time I regained consciousness, I saw myself in a thick forest with a lot of people sitting down on the ground. We were close to 2000. There was no house, no light, just people. The boy to my left introduced himself as Jonathan and his younger brother John. He said he noticed I was praying while unconscious until I became conscious. He enquired the church I attend and I said Winner's chapel. He said he worship at RCCG in Lokoja, Kogi State . He said he was taking his brother to Osun State University to sit for the entrance examination before they found themselves in this place.

Then he brought out his handset and I collected it. I noticed there was a bar of signal on it. So I was able to call my wife secretly and inform her of what was happening. I called back the second time and specifically instructed her to go and inform our father in the Lord, Bishop Oyedepo and also Pastor Victor (the Music director) and that what I need now is prayers. I told her that this is not time to start crying.

We were at this location from the day I made the call (which I later learnt was Monday 28th May, 2007) for about six days. Doughnut, meat-pie, sachet water, juice were given to those who have gained full consciousness. I refused to take any of the things they brought and also instructed the two brothers and another man with whom I pray not to.

While there, I remembered this was my 10th year as an in-house consultant to the ministry. I then reminded God that this not the

reward of service. I also reminded him of my service in church, with the choir and then I said, NO WAY, I CAN'T END UP LIKE THIS. The 4th day after I made the call, they brought bottled juice and because we were famished, I asked my prayer partners to take it. I prayed over it nullifying every power inside. I pleaded the blood of Jesus over it, and then we took the juice.

On the 5th day after I made the call, they came for me. It has become a routine. Every 40 to 50 minutes, they come to pick between 70 to 100 people and none ever returned. But I told the other three with whom I pray, "see ya, and I followed them." I was priviledged to be amongst the people in front. We trekked for close to 45 minutes. It was as if we were going down a slope through a tunnel, with a wall of earth/grass on both sides. Then, we arrived in front of a gate under the ground. The gate was opened to reveal a neatly painted building, well lit. The painting was hypnotic. The doors, ceiling, wall and floor of the

building has the same colour.

Together with 15 others, I was ushered into the first room. I was the seventh person. While others moved along the long unending corridor. By now, the only thing that kept replaying itself on my mind was mummy Oyedepo's audio book, "RESCUED FROM DESTRUCTION" which I was privileged to edit. It started from the very beginning as soon as I stepped into the underground building.

In the room, there was this non reflective mirror on the wall and one after the other, we were instructed to step in front of the mirror. As each person steps in front of the mirror, in 3 to 4 seconds, his or her image appears and the next thing is we hear the person's name. The only thing I can't tell is who was calling the names. Then the person's image on the mirror will be covered with blood. The person will then be directed to go through another door, different from the door we came in from. What happens next I do not know.

When it was my turn, I stepped forward and positioned myself like others. I stood in front of the mirror for about 4 minutes but my image did not appear in the mirror. After sometime, it appeared and I saw my self inside the mirror. I must state here that I was not scared at all. What kept ringing in my ears was mama's voice reading the audio version of her book.

Then, after another 3 minutes of my image appearing, mummy Oyedepo's voice sounded loud and clear that even the captors heard it, "GOD IS TOO FAITHFUL TO FAIL, HE IS DEPENDABLE, HE IS MORE THAN ENOUGH." The voice came three times and then, the mirror cracked into bits and pieces and dropped in a heap on the floor like a broken wind screen.

Immediately, there was confusion. The remaining 8 people behind me were moved out of the room and I was left there alone weak in the flesh but with mummy's voice still sounding strong in my spirit man.

After a while 5 of our captors into the room and one of them started asking, who are you? What is your name? From where are you? Who is your father? To all these questions, I gave no answer. I was just starring. They all went out again and later one of them came back to take me into another room. This time, the new room was empty. No chair, no bed, nothing, just me.

I was in this room for a long time. No food, no water, no sun, no moon, no star, no time, just me. So I cannot say for how long I remained in the room. Then, one day, I was just staring at the other end of the room when I saw something like dew, like a smoke and Bishop Oyedepo stepped out of it. He then said: "Peter, have you seen mummy?" I said no daddy. He then said, mummy (Rev, Mrs. Oyedepo) is looking for you, she has an assignment for you. Then he gave me the instruction saying; "MAKE SURE YOU SEE HER". He said this 3 times and each time I replied, yes daddy. Then he disappeared. By this time my strength returned and I was fully conscious.

Not quiet 5 minutes after my encounter with papa, the door to the room I was flung open and standing right in front of me was a huge man, fair in complexion, has a bald head, with beards. With him were between 15 and 20 people. All of them wore red gowns.

I was on my feet as soon as the door opened. And a question and answer session started:

MAN: who are you?

ME: and I boldly declared, I am a child of God

MAN: All of us are children of God

ME: There are some that are more real than others

MAN: What is your name?

ME: I am a child of God

MAN: From where?

ME: Canaan Land

MAN: Where?

ME: Ota.

Then he said,

MAN: A man came to warn me that if I don't let you go, In seven days, who is this man?

ME: He is my father

MAN: What is his name?

ME: BISHOP DAVID OYEDEPO

At this point, the man turned to his men and said, "I instructed you people to mind the kind of people you bring here. Take this man away from this place and return anything you took from him. He said "I don't want anyone disturbing our operation here".

He was about leaving when I said, I am not the only person, we are 4. He then asked where are the rest and I replied I don't know. He then instructed them to release the 4 of us.

As God will have it, as I stepped out of the room, coming into the underground building are the 3 boys I left outside. I identified them and they were brought to me.

The next thing I knew again was I saw us outside the thick forest in the cold. How we got there is still a mystery. What happened between the time I identified them and the time we got to that position, I do not know. I then asked my partners to start reciting psalm 23, while I recited psalm 91. Our hands were tied together behind us before we were left in the middle of the thick forest.

As we continued in our recitations, I felt a little light shine on my face from afar. I stood my ground and asked my friends to continue. Then a voice sounded in Yoruba language "WHO ARE THOSE?" We did not answer. The light came nearer and asked the question the second time. The 4th boy with us then started running away, leaving only 3 of us. Again, the question was asked the 3rd time and by this time, it was very close to me so I opened my eyes and saw a figure dressed like a hunter in front of me. He then said in Yoruba language "OH THIS PEOPLE AGAIN?"

He loosened the rope on our hands, and asked us to follow him. When we tried calling on the boy that ran off, the hunter said we should leave him alone.

So, the hunter from that day led us through the forest for 6 nights. As much as I tried to see his face, I could not. He smelt like incense and his voice was like someone inside a tunnel. He only came at night and when it is dawn, he points to the right where a hut awaits us. The 2nd night, he prepared sandals made of leaf and roots for us. By the 3rd night, the 3rd boy was so weak and hungry that he could hardly move. Then the boy said, "I am hungry" the hunter replied us saying, "YOU DID NOT ASK".

On saying this, he reached inside his bag and brought out a warm piece of roasted yam for each of us. On the 4th and 5th nights, he gave us mouth burning piece of yam each time. So we continued until we got to the main road on the 6th night and the hunter pointed to the left and said "this way is to Ibadan " and pointing to the right side he said, "this way is to Akure". He then pointed to his left for the first time in 6 days and asked us to remain in the hut until the next morning. I made sure the strange hunters' instructions were carried out to the letter.

I had started off into the hut when I remembered the piece of yam for that night. I turned round to request and alas, the hunter had disappeared. We turn on the hand set to discover network, so I was able to call my wife, though we did not know our location then.

By the next morning, we found out hat turning to the right the signal on the hand set increases, we proceeded towards that direction until we arrived at EKEJI-ILE, OSUN STATE . We went to Ayo Babalola University , told them our story and they assisted us.

I bless the name of the Lord for confirming the words of His servant in my life and for the fulfillment of prophecies from the mouth of His servant. Glory to God.