I swallowed whole articles on enlightenment. This thirst began after I had read one of Dan Brown’s novels. I began to research ancient symbols and everything that was mentioned in the book. I went down this path that seemed like one I could easily come out of but which, eventually, led me to a book called “The Wiccans Book of Witchcraft.”
When I had downloaded the book to read, there was an uneasy feeling within me, and it was almost like I could not get myself to read the book – it felt like there was this battle that kept raging within me whenever I reached for the book. I could read other corrupted materials; but, each time I tried to read that particular one, I would find something else more fascinating to read; and, this continued for months.
At the time, I could not understand why; but, now I do – it was God’s heavy hand of restraint on me preventing me from corrupting myself any further; He put a boundary on this knowledge and said, “You can only come thus far and no more.” It was so bad that I reached out to a guy whom l thought was a serious Christian and asked his take on it, but he never responded. This is why, as Christians, we must be people who stand for the truth no matter what. I was looking for someone to just tell me not to read it and I would drop it but no one did.
The Night of Choice
On a rather auspicious night in February 2020, the course of my life would change forever. If anyone had told me that I would encounter the King of kings, and that He would make Himself known to me for the first time in my life that night, I would have laughed, scorned and, maybe, even said that He did not exist.
My continuous consumption of forbidden knowledge weakened the little faith that I had gathered all my life from my irregular mass attendance and sparse prayers. Prior to this day, for three or more years, I had neither gone on my knees to pray to God for anything, nor had I gone to church.
I believed that whatever I needed, I had to work to get it. As no one was coming to save me, I had to save myself. I was a proper unbeliever who lived a borrowed life, oblivious to the One who gave her the life she so recklessly squandered. I was once again faced with the dilemma of reading the book on witchcraft; but, this time, it was against a different type of spiritual material: “He Came to Set the Captives Free” by Rebecca Brown.
I had first come across Rebecca Brown’s book in my last year in Senior Secondary School while at the boarding house seven (7) years before that day. I had begun to read it but became very afraid when she began to give details about the demons that affected her spiritual ward’s life. I closed the book and never even remembered it until this time in my life.
In my quest for spiritual knowledge, I remembered the book and downloaded it, putting it among the list of materials that I would read; and, it was at this moment that I battled with reading either Rebecca Brown or Wiccans. It was like a battle of wills within me. I like to imagine the war raging in the heavens on that night, and it looked like a bloody fight for my soul in my head. After much struggle, I began to read Rebecca Brown’s book. The first few pages were the source of my fear many years ago; but, this time when I read it, I said in my head, “Whatever wants to happen, let it happen now! What have I not seen in this life?”
To Be Continued…
Miraculous Monday: 17th March 2025
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