My 37 Year War with satan part 2 b

I must mention that during that CIM job, not long after I got out of the hospital, I began to question in my mind, why Jews were so in-compassionate regarding Jesus’ killing. I asked on a web chat session and all the Jews could respond was to give proof that Jesus was not the messiah. I made it clear, that I was not interested in whether he was the messiah or not, my issue was, the man was killed, only because he claimed to be the son of God, and why is there no compassion at all from them regarding this? No one could answer. I then went to the ADL office which was down the street from where I worked, trying to get an answer, and the same thing. They would not even give me an audience. I remember my Aunt Gloria, who is a Jew, mentioned to me (when I posted these findings on facebook), that she too had had interest in knowing more about Jesus as a Jew, but no one would encourage her along those lines. Shortly after she said it, there was a very threatening reply from one Rabbi, and we did not discuss it anymore. I started posting a lot of things on facebook, and one in particular was an open letter to Jews saying how I saw their in-compassionate behavior and the obvious consequences of that. That night, my cousin Niyi tried to call me, but got my voice mail. He left a message, saying he wanted to talk to me about some things I posted on facebook. I got very angry and sent him an angry email in reply. After that he and all his brothers disconnected from my facebook. I was kind of happy when they did. Why on earth would he be trying to control what I write of facebook. I even began to post more and more on facebook.

After I quit my job, it was January 2012, the first thing I did was take a trip to Miami FL, to a tennis tournament (I am a big tennis fan. I love playing and watching). That first trip to Miami and the tennis experience was so enjoyable, later that year, I took a second trip, around July, when the Olympics were going on. Around February, I had run out of money, so I cashed in my 401k, which was about $19k. I think I got maybe 17k after taxes, and with the first trip to Miami, by June, I had run out of money again. Suddenly out of nowhere I got a Capital one credit card with a credit limit up to $7500. I couldn’t believe my luck, but I was so reckless, instead of saving for only essentials, I went again to Miami. The second trip was even better than the first, but by the last night in Miami, I had no money left for the taxi to take me back to the hotel, I ended up walking the whole distance to the hotel, maybe 25 miles. When I got off the flight at New Jersey Airport, I also did not have any money to pay for the airport parking. I tried my best to talk them into letting me pay later, but they bluntly refused. I had assumed, because they had let me go once when I was unable to pay the airport parking (in Philadelphia), that they would also let me go here too, but no way. I immediately decided to begin walking back to Bethlehem PA, from Newark NJ. It is about 70 miles, but I was prepared to do it, and so I started walking. I stopped at first at a bodega to buy some water to help with the walk, and the attendant looked at me with such anger in his eyes. I did not know him from Adam, so I just ignored him completely and was in fact angry with him for thinking what I was embarking on was impossible. I walked maybe 40 miles, and then a woman gave me a ride for maybe 15 miles. After she dropped me off, I bought some milk at a supermarket and walked another 5 miles or so, and then another gentleman picked me up not too far from the border to Bethlehem, and took me the remaining 10 miles or so. I was so happy once I got home. I knew I had forfeited my car, but did not care. A month or two later they had auctioned it off.

Because on my last trip to Miami, I drank a *lot* of alcohol, my pseudo cyst condition flared up in my pancreas again. I ended up in the hospital again and they did another procedure to drain it. All the while, I was in very good spirits, and happy mood. I remember watching some games of the USA women's football (soccer) team in olympics, they were very thrilling. I got released from the hospital and walked all the way home again, because I had no money. They had given me prescription for antibiotics which I was to keep taking, but didn’t because I couldn’t afford the medicine. I ended up in hospital again within a week, with a case of almost infection. They had to treat me again and this time they gave me all the antibiotics and other medication I would need.

Most of 2012, I spent making music in my room I had dedicated to music. Its when I released most of the songs I have now on my Soundcloud site (www.soundcloud.com/biodun-rotimi). I did at least 65 songs in 2012 and another 12 or so in 2013. I also made many profound prophecies on facebook, about satan and his coming capture.

In early 2013, I was completely out of money again. At some point, I started scouring the neighborhoods for fruit trees, to eat from. I think I found only one tree, with bad fruit on it (inedible). Thats when I realized in America (unlike Nigeria), people do not grow fruit trees. Only flowers and other kinds of fruitless trees. Out of the blue again, Capital One sent me a $50 gift card, which was very useful to buy some food that lasted, and then I did my tax return with H&R Block with some of that money. I got a tax return of about $240, which was enormous to me. I still planned on staying in the house for the rest of the year, but no real plans to make money again. I thought I might find some job not related to IT, just to keep going, staying in the same house. However, some NJ law firm sent me a notice about my due property taxes. They said If I did not pay it in a couple months or so, they would auction off my house. I quickly made arrangements to sell my house. I put few things I wanted to keep in storage (Public Storage facilities in Bethlehem). I sold my house for $60k, and was forced by lien to give 16k to credit card companies I owed.  I moved into a nearby motel temporarily, and started looking for work again. Now I had no car, and no house, and only $44k in the bank, so I decided if I did not find work within the next 3 months, I would go back to Nigeria and find a way to survive with the remaining about $40k.

I had already bought the plane ticket to Nigeria, when I got a job in Florida, with Bank of America. I felt really lucky and took the job. I left most things remaining in storage and took a back pack to Florida by plane. I had already arranged an apartment there, and soon as I got there I went car hunting. I found a really good used 2002 Nissan Altima at the first dealership I went, and took it for $3500. It had an exhaust leak and sounded bad, but I took it anyway. That car became a blessing and I ride it to this day. 2014 rolled in and the main thing that happened was that I got diagnosed with Diabetes. I figured it was due to the damage to my pancreas, which is where insulin is produced. I adjusted very quickly to the Diabetes diagnoses, soon it was almost like nothing happened. In April of 2014, I planned a trip during one of my vacations, back to PA to get the things I kept in storage. I flew to Bethlehem, rented a Uhaul pick up truck and put all the things in storage in the truck and drove down to Florida, stopping 2 times along the way. The second and last stop was at my brother Kole’s house in NC. I put all those things from storage in my apartment and was happy to be reunited with them. I hoped I would be in Jacksonville FL for a long enough time to make that trip worth it. In those days, I seemed to develop some issue with my left lung, where I had to keep clearing my throat in order to keep phlegm from going down into my lungs. It got really severe in 2014, and there were times when it was really terrifying, I felt like I was drowning on dry land. There are no words to convey the actual feeling of it. I told it to my friend in Nigeria Alani, and he said it was just “normal clearing of throat”. This made me furious, that he did not understand the gravity of the situation.  

After I had brought my things from PA storage, one day I was watching some home videos I made from around 1997, and there was a part where I was laughing and joking and just having a lot of fun, and the camera went to enitans face, and there was just a deep look of hatred in his eyes. This was the first time I noticed it in that video.

Then came January of 2015, and I got laid off from my job at Bank of America. Around July 2015 is when I decided to try again to stop eating animals. This time I succeeded, and never looked back. In August of 2015, I studied to take the Linux Administrator Certificate, and passed with flying colors. I visited my younger brother Kole at the same time as that was the closest place offering the certificate. Not long after I got the certificate, I got an interview with Bank of America again, this time for Linux Sysadmin position (my last position was something called Grid and SOA). I much preferred to be in my original career path of System admin, and I did very well in the interview, and was offered the job almost immediately. Until then, they had been giving me a salary of $40/hour, which comes out to about $80k a year. This time, though they told me I would be earning just about $60 an hour, which is about 120k/year. I was very delighted. I had never made that much money before.

I started the job in September of 2015, and it was at first heaven compared to the previous job. I couldn’t believe I was getting paid so much money for a job I was enjoying. Things went perfectly for about a year, I was so happy with work and life. I remember laying in bed one night and thinking to myself “I wish God would use me for something”. I had no idea he already had been all along. All of a sudden around August of 2016, the job suddenly became unbearably difficult. I find it hard to explain what changed, but I was suddenly having such a hard time with the problems that were coming up I had to deal with. I lived with that pain for a couple months and then BOA had a rule for contractors, that you cannot contract continuously indefinitely. After 18 months there is a compulsory 3 month break, and so I got laid off again for that, with the idea I will likely come back in 3 months. I was sooo relieved to be laid off, simply because the job had become just so difficult. I wasn’t even looking forward to coming back in 3 months. Even in the 3 months free, I did not do anything with music. Since 2013, I had suddenly lost my voice and could not sing anymore (again). I did try occasionally to sing along to popular music I loved, but it just was not the same. I had in the time between when I lost it first in Nigeria, and then, had a couple of dreams where I was singing to a particular song I loved so much, and my voice was sounding and acting like the first time when it was good (in Nigeria). I remember especially the song Mystery, by Anita Baker. Things like that kept the idea alive in my mind, that my full voice will eventually come back. Also at some point, I had a dream, where my younger brother Kole, introduced me to Babyface in a dream. Because at the time, I was having a lot of trouble composing songs, especially with chords, I asked him in the dream, “ do you use all the notes in a chord in a measure, when composing, or just some?” He replied that he just uses some of them. That is when I stopped using all the notes in a chord when writing a song, but only the essential ones. The time I was doing songs in 2012, I consider my voice only half-mast compared to the first time it came out in Nigeria. By this time I seemed to have got over the main hurdle of the issue with my left lung. I was not having many attacks like before and the ones that came where nowhere as intense as they used to be.

3 months passed and I resumed the job as Sysadmin at BOA. It seemed even more difficult than the previous time. I managed to hang on for some months. Some very interesting things spiritually, happened in those couple months. First of all, one night, while I was laying in bed, about to sleep, there came a “laughing” spirit within me, which was trying to break though mine. I say “laughing”, because, it felt like a very intense feeling of laughter, even though nothing had transpired that was funny in any way. Something told me I must keep it at bay, it, in fact was maybe the most frightening thing I have faced in my life, because, I felt, if I gave in to it, I would be lost forever. I also felt I would have lost my entire war with satan if I let that spirit break through mine, so the first thing I did was kneel down to pray for a while, and after praying, I paced up and down the entire apartment for a while. After maybe one or two hours fighting it standing up, I decided to give sleep a try. I noticed, when I lay on my stomach, I was much stronger against it than when I lay on my back, and so I just lay on my stomach for quite a while, and then I did not know when I drifted off to sleep. AMEN!!! After I woke up it was not as strong anymore, but it did follow me even to work the next day, I had to keep focused to keep it at bay all day. It was so strong that first night, I remember I had to look in the mirror a couple times, to make sure I was not smiling. After that first night, it was never quite as strong as that, and something told me I would be able to keep all the future attacks by that spirit at bay, though whenever it actually attacked, I was not so sure again. The stress from work kept getting worse and worse, some nights I would be lying in my bed, wishing a missile would strike my apartment and somehow take only me out. In those days, the song “what a friend we have in Jesus” was always on my mind. I started to pray a *lot*, that God would find a way out for me, either by giving me another job opportunity, or by making the current job go back to how sweet it was in the beginning. Nothing happened ever, and my prayers were left unanswered, so finally I took things into my own hands, and quit the job. That was on November 27 2017.

Sometime in 2017 was when I got to know the true wickedness of satan. One night I had just fallen asleep, and maybe 2 seconds into being unconscious, my jaw snapped and I bit my tongue with much force. It was very painful, and took a few minutes to get over the pain a bit. I figured that was just a one-off, as it never happened before, so I went back to sleep. As soon as I lost consciousness again WHAM, I bit very hard again, in the same spot on my tongue. I woke up immediately in intense pain. At that point I knew this was satan doing it to me. I figured he couldn’t possibly be able to keep doing it, so I did nothing and went back to sleep, thinking he couldn’t pull it off again, but then as soon as I lost consciousness again WHAM, in the same spot on my tongue. The pain was excruciating. I thought to myself, no spirit could be so wicked as to continue doing this, knowing the pain is unbearable at some point. I also wondered if he is right there in my head, knowing everything I'm feeling, then he must be feeling it too, and it must be unbearable to him too.  I could not figure at the moment, how he knows exactly what I feel without feeling it himself, or what to do about it, so I went back to sleep again, thinking he couldn’t possibly be that wicked to do it again. He did. With as much force as before, and on the same sore spot. Thats when I knew I was in real trouble if I could not find a way to defend it. I looked all around and eventually found a thick white sports sock. I felt it would be perfect to wrap my tongue in that sock a couple times and that should protect it well. I did so, and then went to sleep again. As soon as I was unconscious again, I bit very hard again, but there was no pain at all. I felt very victorious. I was so happy in that moment. I drifted off to sleep and he made me bite two or three more times that night, but I felt nothing. The sock had saved the night. The next night, I figured it was all over so I went to sleep without the sock. I was wrong. I bit again, and immediately went to wearing the sock again. It protected me again that night. For the rest of the week, I kept wrapping my tongue every night before bed, and slept fine. I did bite quite a number of times, just did not feel any pain, so I would just go back to sleep, feeling very victorious. This continued for a couple of months then after a couple weeks without biting, I stopped wrapping my tongue at night and the biting stopped for a while. Then in 2018, I went to visit my brother Kole in North Carolina, and forgot to take the white sock with me, as I had forgotten about the biting. The first night at his place, the biting started again, and this time I found a way to use my towel to wrap my tongue. That worked also. Shortly after I got back home to Jacksonville FL, the biting stopped again. It stopped for about two years, till I had moved to Dallas TX (story about that coming up), then around 2020, it started again, and was on and off for a couple years. At first in Dallas, I searched the internet for a tongue guard, as I figured other people must have experienced tongue biting in their sleep. I found nothing. I eventually went to my dentist and had teeth guard made. They made it only for my top teeth, but coupled with some (bounty) paper towels around my tongue, it was impervious to the bites. I did this until maybe late 2022, when the biting stopped altogether. I have not bitten my tongue in my sleep since then.

Back to 2017, after I quit the sysadmin job, I really enjoyed staying at home and not working that Christmas time. On TV was a series of ghost stories I think called “A haunting”, that had me captivated until January, and then the rest of 2018, I just watched tennis on TV. That laughing spirit did attack a few times in the year, but I was always able to keep it at bay. Toward the end of 2018, I started looking for work again, as I did not want all my money to run out. Eventually, around November, my good friend from BOA - Ruben (from the first job I did, called Grid and SOA), called and said they had an opening in his group. Strangely enough, at the time, I really thought I would be happier in the Sysadmin job, and was hoping for an opening there, but there was none, only in the Grid/SOA area Ruben worked in, so I decided to take the job, assuming it meant I would stay in Jacksonville, FL. Later he told me that in fact I would need to relocate to Dallas TX. At first I declined, but then after thinking it over, I decided to go for it. The job was supposed to start Jan 22, so I made plans to be out of the Florida apartment by Jan 4th and to travel to Dallas by my car (The 2002 Nissan Altima), and again put the things that would not fit in my car in Public Storage, close to the FL apartment.

I really enjoyed my trip to Dallas, and did it in 2 days. It was Jan 2019. I started the new job (same company) on Jan 22, and again it was heaven. I kept praying it would not become hell again, and this time, rather than get worse, it just kept getting better and better. I was really in heaven, and was making a rate close to $65/hour, which was the highest I ever made. The job at first was really easy and then it kept getting better and better, I couldn’t believe my luck. Even the part of the job which I did not like as much, called SOA, got dropped for me, and I had only Grid to worry about, which was a piece of cake. Then came 2020, and Covid, which funny enough, made things even better, as I started working from home. They also switched me from contractor to direct hire, so I was an actual employee of BOA. I was never happier in my life. I was working from home, and my job started at 11am in the morning, meaning I could sleep as long as I wanted. I was saving money now, but not as much as I could have, because I started giving quite a *lot* to friends in need, and to charities. The biggest thing in 2020 ( and it is huge ), is that in November, I watched my last porn video. It turned out to be a big help in my war against satan. I have been porn free for 5 years and 2 months now, and no sign in sight of returning to it. I do use very sexy pictures that I captured mostly from facebook (like Just Bollywood posts), and that helps a lot. Once in a while a video, but the girl is never naked.

I must mention that in my dreams between 2018 and 2021, quite a number of times, they were trying to force me to become gay. The general gist seemed to be, if I could not get a girlfriend and start having sex with her within a short period of time, they would force me to become gay. It even began to manifest in real life, where I was beginning to get gay thoughts in my head. They became so strong at a point, it was hard to stop myself from fantasizing about some guys big dick while masturbating. I also began to like to watch porn just to see really big dicks. Internally, I very much hated the idea of becoming gay, and was determined to resist it with all my might. Luckily, at some point, good spirits stepped in and reversed all the gay thoughts and feelings. The dreams also ceased after 2021.

2021 went by like a breeze. I just enjoyed a very easy job working from home, then in 2022, Feb, the war in Ukraine started. I thought Putin was just bluffing at first, when he surrounded Ukraine with his army, but then he really attacked. Again I thought it would be a small thing and he would call it off soon, but here we are 4 years down the road, and there is no end in sight, even though he has conquered so little of Ukraine to make it worth all the lives lost and misery. Today of course I know it is just another way satan has chosen to make human sacrifices to himself, not only in lives, but in suffering. Not much else happened in 2022, but in December, I believe I got a visit from Jesus, as I was in my room on Christmas night, and suddenly I caught a fragrance, like I have never perceived before. Something in my mind told me it was Jesus, but he was not visible at all, just the fragrance which lasted maybe 30 mins. There was nothing artificial or synthetic about the fragrance, it was just purely natural.

Sometime around 2022 or 2023, I had a phone conversation with enitan, where we were discussing the bad things that happen when a war breaks out, and when I said something like “not to mention when people get maimed… “ he burst out laughing hysterically. I thought how far down satans lane he must be to find that funny. Speaking of enitan, from around 2018 till maybe mid 2023, I had so many dreams about him, where we were fighting all the time. He was trying his best to dominate me, and in the dreams, he would have super powers, like a super human being, that I could not come close to defeating. In the beginning, he would always have the upper hand in the dream, but then I would wake up before it was conclusive. Toward the end, things switched and I began having the upper hand, but it took a very long time before that started happening. Also in the dreams, he kept trying to give me a much bigger dick, and make sure I knew it was coming from him. I rejected it every single time, with much indignation. I remember one time he gave it to me like a dildo, and I flung it back at him with anger. He started laughing again hysterically when I did that. At this point, big dick was the last thing on my wish list, especially knowing it is coming from satan.

Between 2019 and 2023, for some reason, many times I would wake up from sleep to urinate, and after urinating, there would be a wet patch on my sleeping shorts, kind-of like I had pissed on them, but I was very sure I didn’t. It suddenly stopped happening again after end of 2023. Also for some part of 2022 and 2023, I sometimes developed sleep apnea, but it went away after a while. I knew it was not real, but satan trying to make me have it, and that God would make it go away, which is what happened.

2023 rolled by and in June of that year, I decided my war with satan was pretty much a forgone conclusion (in my favor), so I decided to start a website to warn any people like me who had not been captured by satan. At the time I was thinking maybe it is 60% free, and 40% captured in the world, with most of the captured being in America. I launched the website (thefallensouls.com) in June and the site just started growing. Around September 2023, I decided it was time to bring my things in Public Storage in FL, down to Dallas. I made plans and took vacation from the 15th of October for a week, in order to do so. I was really surprised to learn of Hamas attack on Israel on Oct 7th, and knew immediately it would just be an excuse for Israel to go kill as many Palestinians as they could. At first judging by their past revenge history, I thought the return kill ratio would be something like 20:1, meaning they would kill 20 Palestinians for every Israeli that was killed ( estimated at 1200, so I thought maybe 20 thousand Palestinians would be killed in return. Today we are past twice that amount, and I’m sure it is very underestimated ).  

I again flew to Florida to get a Uhaul truck and then drive all the way back to Dallas. I did it in 3 days. The trip was quite interesting, and in the motels along the way, I was monitoring the developments in Palestine. I got back to Dallas on the 18th and unpacked. Started work again the following Monday. By November Israel was in full swing with their revenge on Palestine, there began to be rallies all over the country, in support if Palestine. Around that time, I discovered TikTok, especially because of a dance they called the “Whip it” dance. I loved it so much and always was on TikTok because of that, and then they started showing videos and live streams of protests against Israel. I was fully addicted to TikTok because of that, then in December, a TikTok video came out with a website showing all the companies that had been involved somehow in the genocide. I kept praying BOA will not be among them, and given the image I had in my mind at the time of BOA, I was certain they would not be. It was a very “good” organization and even had a program to double whatever you gave to charities up to $5000. I ended up giving more than $5000 through their program each year, besides the ones I gave on my own. So I had a very good image of BOA in my mind, which is why it was quite shocking when I found their name on the list, under “Financial”. BOA along with 4 other financial institutions had given $500 million to Elbit systems, which is a major Israeli military weapons manufacturer. At first I could not believe it, and asked around a bit at BOA, and no one was able to deny it, so I knew it was true. It was maybe one of the most difficult decisions in my life, but I had to quit that job. Nothing in the world could make me complicit in this Genocide, not even the most heavenly comfortable job in the world. I informed them of my decision around Dec 21, and by January 8th, I was out of there.

I made plans immediately, not to try and get another job, but instead go into early retirement. This would mean going back to Nigeria, since the money I had saved would only last 2 years in America. In Nigeria, my savings would last at least 7 years, by which time, I would be eligible for a retirement pension in America, which would be more than enough to keep me going for the rest of my life (living in Nigeria). I bought my ticket, and tried to renew my Nigerian passport but it did not work. I was told that I could travel back to Nigeria on an expired passport anyway, so it did not matter. I remember one day in particular, one of my last days on the job, when it occurred to my colleague Ruben, who was my team lead, that I was really going and not to come back, at that moment, I saw God in my own eyes, looking at satan in his eyes, with a total look of disdain and domination. It made me feel bad for him, because I never want anyone to be dominated and insulted so. However, I totally understand today, that satan (not Ruben) is truly an extremely inferior being, who deserves to be insulted and dominated completely, anywhere he is found, wether he has power over you or not, just try your best.

My flight back was on March 27th, 2024, so between January and March, I was mostly attending rallies in support of Palestine. I even went to one in Washington D.C, after which, my left lung issue flared up again, this time worse than it was in the past when it was intense. I felt right on the verge of chocking to death while on the plane from D.C back to Dallas. It was attending those events in those days that I began to realize that even the “good” people who were protesting Israels genocide, were under satans control. At the beginning, I was so sure they were all free people like me, but starting one day, after some of us where arrested, we went to the police station waiting for them to be released and while waiting, I made friends with a number of people, mostly Muslim arabs. I took their number and WhatsApp info, and later when the people had been released and we went home, I sent my website info (thefallensouls.com) to all the friends I had made. Not one of them replied. You would think, if they were people who had never heard of this before, they would be full of surprise and great interest, but not one word. That is when I began to suspect they were all under satans control too. Many other things happened to support this conclusion between then and now, so I’m 100% sure of it now. As far as I know, no one else is free, but me, but I will still be very pleasantly surprised to find one such person. In the period between 2019 and Jan 2024, I had quite a few attacks from the “laughing” spirit, but they were increasingly less intense and easier for me to get over. I also had a few dreams of singing with my full beautiful voice again. In particular, Whitney Houstons “are you really ready for love boy (Just the lonely)” and Sade’s “Hang on, to your love”.  

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