HORRORS OF SATAN AGAINST HUMANITY THAT YOU WON’T BELIEVE.

 

• After my burial when everyone had departed, I remained alone in the cemetery. It was dark and very hot in the coffin. Late at night I heard people, one introduced a stick that penetrated my coffin. Then he called me out of my grave.

…….AS TOLD BY MATTHEW BADJOKO WHO SURVIVED BEING SACRIFICED TO SATAN

• Warning: the content in this testimony may be hard to believe except for those who know Satan and his depravity. It defies common reasoning but beware that death is only mysterious because it is sponsored by a force far beyond brainy reasoning.

I am Matthew Badjoko, born in the eastern province of DRC Congo. That's where I died and was buried.

My testimony is well known by state officials. They investigated and certified that I was indeed dead and buried. During investigations by provincial and national authorities, I was imprisoned pending the conclusion of the investigation.

They wanted to be sure that I was not a usurper who was seducing people. My death was perpetrated by sorcerers.

My story began when my uncle died. My father took the responsibility to raise and finance the studies of my cousins. Among them was one to whom my father entrusted money to fend for his siblings.

But we noticed that he had become relatively rich in a short time. Initially, we attributed this to his ability and business skills, but he had resorted to occultism and black magic to enhance his business.

He wanted to be a great businessman but was impatient. So he sought it by resorting to occultism. As a result, he was supposed to offer human sacrifices to excel and prosper his business.

Blood had to flow. At that time we had a lot of house helps at home, he targeted one of them. A few days later, one fell seriously ill.

We noticed that her health was deteriorating even though she was receiving medical treatment. I then suggested to her to find men of God for prayer.

Once my Satanist cousin heard about my suggestion, he was angry and started insulting me. I had a hard time understanding his attitude. He knew the power of prayer.

After visiting a local church, our servant was delivered and cured of her mystical illness. She continued earnestly in prayer after healing. Therefore, she came out of reach of my Satanist cousin.

When my cousin realised that he had lost his prey, he decided to sacrifice me instead of our servant since it was I who had suggested to our servant to go to church. My cousin used money to bewitch me as a tool.

It was during the exams period at school. As I had not paid all of my school fees and our principal prevented me from taking the test. I left the classroom.

I was on my way home, when I met my Satanist cousin who gave me the money.

The next day I fell ill. I suffered from intense headache. Later in the hospital, the doctor could not diagnose the disease that tormented me since it was of mystical origin.

I started having strange dreams. I dreamed of people who had died, coffins and cemeteries. I saw in my dreams weird people who made fun of me. They said to me, "You're going to die Matthew

These sorcerers were celebrating, saying, "We got you." I was taken from one hospital to another.

At one point I said to myself: "Since medicine cannot do anything for me, I have to resort to prayer." So I asked my family to take me to Church and there I saw the effectiveness of prayer because my health improved all of a sudden.

I then asked my family to leave me under guidance of men of God. But when my sorcerer cousin learned that I was transferred to the Church, he sent demonic spirits to manipulate my family.

As a result, they came to remove me from the church. The illness came back worse. I was taken to the Kisangani University Clinic.

My family exhausted its resources on a mystical disease that modern medicine could neither diagnose nor treat. Then I went out of my body. I heard the doctor tell my mother that I was dead.

I heard shouts, cries and lamentations. I saw everything in this clinic but I could not establish any communication with my family and the doctors. I witnessed my death and attended my funeral.

I saw my mother shed tears in agony for me. I was so sad to see her crying so I started crying. And while I cried, people noticed tears in my corpse's eyes. After burial, I was left alone in the cemetery. It was dark and was very hot in the coffin. Late at night I heard people on the surface, like a group.

These people introduced a stick that penetrated my coffin. Then I heard someone calling my name. "Matthew, come out!" When this voice called me for the third time, my corpse came out mystically and crossed the gravestone.

On the surface, these sorcerers returned my spirit into my body and I recovered consciousness. I was alive again and full of strength. The mystic disease that killed me was gone. I saw a number of people dressed in black in a queue.

Among these executioners, I noticed the presence of my cousin the occultist. I tried to question him about what was happening because all this was like a movie to me.

But I was beaten seriously and instructed to keep quiet. You must never die in the hands of sorcerers; victims of witchcraft are tortured in an atrocious way. You will spend the rest of your life in torture as a slave.

My cousin was cold and emotionless towards me, as if he did not know me. We must know that when sorcerers are in the operating mode at night, they become like demons devoid of empathy and compassion.

After being beaten up, I was instructed to join the people dressed in black who were in the queue. As soon as I joined them, we instantly changed location. In fact, these people in black were victims of human sacrifice like me.

As soon as we left the cemetery, we landed in the astral world of sorcerers in the headquarters of slave trade. In fact, every human being who has died a victim of human sacrifice becomes a slave in the invisible and visible world.

My memory was lobotomised. We were deprived of our identity and became slaves. This place was a real slave market where sorcerers and satanists sold and bought souls who were victims of human sacrifice and witchcraft.

All these slaves were wearing black pair of shorts and were bare-chested. When I arrived I was stripped naked. I was ordered to wear the black pants, because all these slaves were in black pants identified by the number on their pair of shorts.

We were grouped together in relation to the nature of forced labour we had to do. Once I put on that black pair of shorts something happened in me. My humanity was captured, I lost consciousness of what I was.

I did not know who I was, where I came from and which family I came from. I lost my human identity and received a new identity of a slave. A few days later, we were still there in the market when an order of 4 slaves was placed in the market.

These 4 slaves had to go to work on the earth. I was instructed to join the other 3 and we were transported to the surface of the earth, to work in shops belonging to servants of Satan.

As soon as we arrived on the earth, I was surprised to find that we were in the city of Barumbu, a large economic city in our country where there are lots of commercial activities. My father used to take me there for purchase of items.

I recognised the city. Each of us was assigned to a shop he had to manage. I had to employ 4 people to work.

These workers did not know that their leader was a ghost, a dead man. I was dead and officially buried, but I was working on the earth several kilometres from my region.

I was supposed to receive the items for sale from Satan's world every Monday and return the money every Saturday. While I was selling in this store, I was still in black pair of shorts, but my workers and the customers who came to this store saw me well dressed.

Only those advanced in occultism could identify me as a ghost and see my true nature. Every day after the sale, we closed the shop and spent the night in nightclubs, bars and hotels. When we went to these bars and hotels, we even slept with women.

Sometimes I took women and went home, but we slept in the cemetery. The optical vision of these women was manipulated because they saw the cemetery as houses. I slept with them on tombs.

Often they woke up lying over the gravestones. Their lives were thus destroyed. I even betrothed a girl since I could take on various identities. I remember getting engaged to a girl who became very attached to me because of money.

Her family loved me because they thought they were dealing with a businessman. They did not know that I was undead. But this girl eventually disappeared from the face of the earth, removed to the world of Satan. I regret her passing away because her family never saw her again.

One day, I saw my father, but he could not recognize me; I was right at his side because I wanted to see him. And I was happy to see him.

As a ghost I could disappear and operate as an invisible spirit because I was functioning like a demon and harming people. I would like to emphasize that all those who have been subjected to rituals, incisions or ceremonies in the name of custom and tradition, have the door of their lives open to demons.

I was really a demonic spirit. I could come into your house and steal your money, even if you hid it in a suitcase with codes. Whenever I gave someone money, I captured his chances, wealth and star. In life you must not accept money from someone you do not know. He can buy your life with this money.

One day my former teacher came to buy stuff in my store. He could not recognise me because I had another identity, but I could see him. I asked my workers to give him a few appliances as a gift. He was surprised and suspicious.

He could not accept. He said to me, "Sir, I do not know you, how can you give me all these for free?" So, I decided to reveal my identity to him. When he saw my face, he was terrified and shouted, "Matthew, but you're already dead."

He was so terrified that he ran away, abandoning the stuff he came to buy. Later, he went to inform my family of what he saw. There was confusion in the family. Normally, revenants take on appearances and identities depending on the place of their mission.

If they are sent to work in a field in Europe, they will take on the appearance of a white and they will be perceived as whites by natural men, even if they are of a different race. Many corporations, companies and enterprises belong to the realm of darkness. Bosses and leaders of these companies are not necessarily ordinary men.

One day, while I was working in this shop, I saw a phone and there was a particular number. It was the store number of the cousin who had sacrificed me. When I called this number, as he was absent, I had to talk with his younger sister who was present. I told her, "Julia, I am your brother Matthew."

She replied that Matthew is already dead. But as I insisted, she eventually fell into a coma because of panic and she was rushed to the hospital. When she came out of coma, she reported to the family what had happened. People were overwhelmed by what she was saying.