Hahaha. Some of my readers might now be wondering why im laughing, well, your time of wondering have come to an end where I tell you how amazingly God let me feel like I could trample any evil set before me, although I was still afraid of course but, in the smallest quantity fear did exist.

I have been home for some months back then, not going out, facing spiritual battles as if im sitting down and watching a movie at times, but, I didn't even know that it was evil spirits that I was battling day and night, although yes, it started of as how it started in part one the Satanists and the Demons. I was on my bed one night listening, and suddenly I felt and saw something like a huge bubble was moving under my skin, for you know anything pressed against the skin it sinks in so anything that is in, it would make the skin press outwards. It did hurt, it felt like something rough was rubbing across my organs and in pain I rested my hand on the area which was the right side of my lower abdomen and said "in the name of the Lord, die", and suddenly I witnessed the shape on my abdomen disappearing with a sharp pain, I was amazed! Another followed and I repeated and the same thing happened, amazing! But then, I remembered my mother and little brothers were all sleeping, I rushed to them individually and there the same appeared in each of their abdomens, without thinking I rested my hand on each of them, without even remembering that I should have said "in the name of the lord", I only said die, and the things which appeared have died. "I know my family was targeted", I thought, the only thing that I could have killed in the name of the lord were demonic agents, couldnt be anything good.

Miracles, yes miracles, I felt powerful but still knowing that i'm not the one who had my own powers given to myself, I remained humble and honoured God. Days passed, I found myself kneeling on a mat at the front door of my residence, looking up to the sky with hands clasped, worshipping and praying, praising God daily. I found myself once breathing, as if I could control wind by just taking simple breaths, yeah I said it, my body vibrated when I breathe, the earth shook beneath my feet when I took even the slightest of a step down off my bed, "O how do you congratulate me dear God?, you have done so in the form of spiritual gifts?" My mother wouldnt have known this until she reads this part of the story, I didnt know how to explain this to her and then I thought to myself that she wouldnt understand it as well. I have tested these gifts secretly around people and, it seems that no one realised, even my old man, i'm his second, I have tested it around him doesn't seem like he realised as well, but God knows best. These gifts made me feel happy as well, of course, because I know that, well I got the weight of an hundred or maybe a thousand men in spirit, I felt like a hero, or something like that, but I knew well I couldnt say a thing, boasting is not of the Lord, our God.