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.

While in Miami, can’t remember, first trip or second trip, one morning, I was walking around the neigborhood of the hotel (the avenue behind Collins ave), and passed by a place they seemed to have some food inside. It was like a club or even high class motel. I entered and they had quite a spread. I was delighted, and started putting some things on my plate (breakfast stuff). The atmosphere in the place was a little tight, I mean - you know how people behave in a place they feel “uptown” - people moving around in properly controlled mannar. I did not care, but was moving very freely and happy. One man in particular (white) in a suit began to pause whatever he was doing, and just staring at me. I found a silver jug of warm milk, and poured it into my glass. It was a very long time I had had warm milk. I took a drink of it, and felt the warmth and smooth creaminess flow through me. The man was now standing right in front of me, so I looked at him and said. “Aaaahhhhh! Warm milk.” His anger became palpable. “what are you doing here?” Me: “I was passing by and saw there was food. Its not like I’m not going to pay…”. Him: “This is an exclusive place, not anyone is allowed in here”. Me: “ oh well the door was wide open, there was no sign I wasn’t allowed” ( till today, I really think there was no rule I could not be in there ). I ignored him and continued. After I had all I wanted, I saw they had sitting places outside, with tables. I much prefer the ambience of outdoor sitting so I went there. There was only maybe one more person sitting outside too. I relaxed and started enjoying the items I had taken ( I’m pretty sure I had payed already ). One of the people who works in the place, haven been prompted by that stupid man, came over to me and started telling me I have to leave. I refused and rebuffed him. Once he saw it would not work, he left. After I finished the meal, I stood up and casually walked out of the place.

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.

I believe I started working on the document called “Heads of Satan” in 2012. It came about because many years earlier, in our house in Portharcourt, my dad mentioned to us while discussing one day, he said “They say written on the head of Satan is the word Ignorance”. It got me thinking, because I was very interested in the subject of satan, though I did not know he really existed in the earth then, I knew I wanted to do more thinking on the subject at a later time, when I was ready for it. In 2012, after I had been exposed enough to what I called “satanic behaviour” in people, I decided to take on the challenge. After some deeper thinking on the matter, I decided Ignorance was indeed a major head, but not the central main head. To me, it was Domination, followed by Arrogance and then Ignorance. The remaining 9 fell into place naturally, and all heads were mapped out within a week or a couple days. I then kept updating the document over the years, as I realized important traits that had to be included, putting each trait in the closest related head. It could not possibly include every single trait in existence, but I think covers the most important, that if removed from any persons mind/spirit, would take care of the rest. As a matter of fact, even if you just remove those top three ( Domination/Bondage, Arrogance and Ignorance ), all the others would fall.

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.  Here's the three most important.

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                                                      Facebook Prophecies - 2012

Jan 14 2012

Yes! The bastard head of arrogance has pinned itself to a corner, unable to move by its own nature. It will lock itself further in the wrong if you taunt it, so now is a good time to taunt. We can now toy with it for a while as his natural reaction will lead to further tightening of the trap. The only way out is to give up its very essence, but death would be better he says. So now trainees from our team can try shots too at will. It helps with their training as future multi dimensionally cloaked Jedi masters. What a spectacle! Unbridled fun! Laughter of slaves! And such joy to lift the masses. What a wonder when we begin to uncoil, how long the tail is, and who was attached that you would not have figured. Creepy slimy serpent.

March 13 2012

Just as in the fictional tale "King Kong", they came to capture the fearsome ape god of the Islanders, some have now come to bind the dragon god of the wicked on earth, starting in his hopeful home America. They will watch in awe at the ease with which their firesome god is taken, having much power, but not the depth to evade the binding by his masters, who understand his nature. The difference is that there will be no display or show in the place where he is bound, and he will not break free as his capacity is well known, and how long he will be bound is written.

May 20 2012

I just watched the documentary of Malcom X that Ema posted. I posted a video comment, and just want to put it here too.

What a powerful individual. An angel, and perfect bomb to satan. I understand completely, how at that time he would believe that all whites were agents of the devil, but once he was introduced to the larger world, and moved from racial rights to the level of human rights, the devil panicked. The one who brought him in thinking he could be subdued, had to take him out - NOI. Still his work already done, except to denounce Islam, and other religion. That final step I think is guaranteed for all

In the comments: ( prediction of my uppercut to satan )

Just as an added note ( there was only so much space allowed on youtube comment ), many tend to be divisive, regarding Martin and Malcom, but they were in perfect harmony, just playing different notes - and that is the only way to produce harmony. If you like boxing, you can consider Martin the perfect right cross, and Malcom the perfect left hook, and now there is one coming in the center - I think its an uppercut, but not sure. I just see satans head bopping upward in an unexpected unprecedented manner.

A post showing how much I already knew by 2012:

Oct 3 2012

Unknown to me, there has been a spiritual battle going on in the background regarding my life, similar to one which I believe many people have been through. Some may be aware, and some not aware as I was, but as it intensified, I became quite aware of the situation more and more, culminating in a state now, where I feel I should share some very important information to all I know, who may be in similar situation now, or at some point in the future. The revelation from the bible about the spiritual creature called satan is very true, and I have been in close enough encounter to gather some really detailed information about him, and most of all the inner organisation here on earth, how he traps people into his "web", which they are under real threat if they try to escape from his hold, or commands. If you are not (yet) one of these people, you will find this information very interesting. The deceit is very deep, and I cannot speak for how it is in other countries, but here in america, I would say it must be more than half the population part of this setup. It will always begin very slowly, while they look for weaknesses in your nature, and most people fall for just about the same group of tricks, many times not because they are evil, but just due to human nature. The trap of satan is VERY biased. It is very important that you realize that the people within are mostly victims, who have no choice, but to obey his command. If you encounter people behaving in a way to anger you for instance, its better not to react as a human, by retaliating immediately, or planning to do so. Satans oldest trick is to make you commit a violation on the wrong person. You really believe this person is in control of their behavior, but they are not ... at least not in that instant. You will always be fair to seek justice for anything done, but now you have this information, you can temper that with understanding... "hold your anger always" almost always better to just let something go, especially its not such a big deal. That is just one of the keys to escaping this almost inescapable trap. I shared a document earlier on, which includes many of the typical behaviors of people in this system. Always realize it may not be their true nature, but satan acting through. One of the main ones that gets minorities for instance, would be arrogant behavior. The end result is always to have you dominated in one form or another, and eventually, he actually is in your mind. If you have heard situations about people who hear "thoughts" in their head for instance, believe it is real, and many more people have this than you would think. my belief is that it is one of the final stages of this control mechanism, where you would actually be communicating with satan in your head. If he is still trying to control you, then it will be thoughts to deceive you from reality and truth, leading you to a fearful state, where your actions or behavior is out of character with what you normally do. As you get deeper, he will be able to do strange things, like block a particular area of your memory... similar things may have happened before you were aware, but in this state, you will be aware he is actually the one blocking as well as increasing your anxiety so it feels like a mild panic, believing that he's really got control. If you do get in this state, the best thing to do is just dont worry much about what you were trying to remember, and move to other things. Let it come back to you naturally when it does, and dont make it important at all. There are so many aspects to this situation, but most importantly, depend on your intuition, believe the lessons from the Bible and teachings of Jesus. They are VERY important. Always know you are outnumbered, but have understanding for the people whom he uses to lure you in. The threat on their lives is real, otherwise they wouldn't do most of those things. I believe as time goes on, in the near future, when this kind of information is more widespread that naturally, more and more people will be released from the grasp of his control, and no new people will fall victim to it.

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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.

One time, I was having a discussion with my sister in law ( Kole’s partner, Kamela ).  It may have been while I was staying with them in 2015, in order to take my Red Hat Linux certificate exam.  Anyway we started to talk about my musical efforts, particularly playing the piano. She said at one point “I heard you have to play through the pain”, meaning if you get to a point, it's kind of painful practicing, you should go through it ( trying to encourage me to continue, no matter what ). I may have agreed at the time, just not to cause any friction, but my sincere approach to music has always been, if it doesn't feel good in any way, I would leave it. My 100% reason for indulging music is only to enjoy myself. If ever it became painful in any way, I would leave or abandon it. I had no interest in doing it for a living, or money. My only desire ever, was to find the very best art and music, that I knew existed somewhere within me. I had to bring it out, and that was the only thing that kept me going. Love. But never through pain. I was completely faithful to my feelings and obedient to nature. When circumstances or nature said “don’t play” or “don’t sing”, I would obey.

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.

Around 2015 or 2016, I was browsing online, can’t remember what for, but I came across an article, Enitan had had published in a Nigerian newspaper. The title was “Nigeria can build it’s own bombs - Ola Rotimi”. I was furious. He was soiling my dads name with this garbage. My dad was not in anyway a war person or monger. His main thing was upliftment of the oppressed. Bombs and military weapons were tools of oppression, so my dad will never be interested or focused on bomb production by Nigeria. Enitan on the other hand has always been a big fan of war and conflict. A warmonger maybe, but would never want to be on the frontlines himself. Almost immediately I got furious on seeing it, I got a panic attack, and my heart started beating fast, as if to warn me not to interfare with this in any way. I took it in silence. Many years later, in 2025, I decided to collect for future evidence, the reference to that article. I went looking online, and could not find it anywhere. I know I was not hallucinating, and am aware of satans ability to make such evidence disappear, if not properly stored away in time.

Around 2016 or so, I was reminiscing about past events, and my days at MWH came up. I was particularly interested in how Tom Giannetti and Bill Schiraldi were doing, given all the things that had transpired since I left them. I googled Tom out of curiousity, and found nothing at first, and then after a while, I started to see obituaries for a certain Tom Giannetti. I thought it could not be the same Tom I knew, but after further investigation, it looked very much like it was him. I was a bit sad, because despite everything, I really liked Tom. He had more good qualities than bad. One thing I remember him well for, the first day I arrived at the job, I was talking to him just outside his office, and I had a very deep feeling of gratitude toward him for giving me the opportunity, I sort of thought, “if he turns out to be gay, and wants to feel some love that way from me, I may not be too averse to that”. Although I knew I would never do that if it really came in reality, it was just my deep sense of gratitude. Just like he could read my thoughts, he gave me a very dirty look in that instant, like “How could you consider such a thing?” It felt really like he was dissapointed in me for that. I was really moved and it totally fortified my belief, that no matter how grateful I am, I should never have to even consider giving sexual favour against my own principles. Another example of what kind of person he was, when we were ordering the fibre cables for the Netapp filers we had bought, they gave us two choices of color we could get the cables in. Red and pink. Because there seemed to be an atmosphere of gay spirit around the place in those days, to completely dismiss any such idea around me, I decided on red, thinking pink was to feminine for a man to choose. After we had all decided, we went to Tom to present our recommendations. We laughed at the idea they gave a pink option, and Tom immediately said “whats wrong with pink?”. I was a bit surprised, but in a good way. For a mans man like Tom ( no hint of gay leaning desire ) to see no implications of choosing pink even for a man, or men, was quite impressive to me. There were many other experiences with Tom, that left me with a very positive opinion of him. Today, I can only imagine it was a case where Tom knew exactly what was going on - meaning the war people of the world were fighting with satan, and could probably sense a chance to start turning himself around from the service to satan. He probably did some act of defiance, and ended up killed by satan. Amen. He will surely be ascended really high for that. Though I called MWH a very evil place, there were quite a few good people there, I could not imagine why they ended up in service to evil powers. For example, Mike Campanero, Jeff Maresca, Bob Deschenes, Nathan Cruz, The DBA manager - Chalie Menglers boss ( I forget his name now ), Jeff Marescas manager too ( I also forget his name ), and Kim Whitfield, who I think was my favourite manager ( I was angry when Tom indicated he wanted to replace her with Dave Karp, who I didn't really care much for. There was a very beautiful chinese or asian lady, when we played vollyball outside the offices, I served directly to her every single time, knowing she was dreading the ball coming to her ( I couldn’t help myself, and just wanted to get her in the game ). Another beautiful caucasian lady ( I forget her name too ). Most of all, my very best friend there was a chinese guy, called Yoga Tan. Yoga saved me, when I made a small oversight while converting our main database system from Sun solstice disksuite to Veritas Volume manager, which was a far more rhobust product. Veritas would give us the abilty to export and import the data on one system to another, in the case that system failed. I was charged with building a home grown failover solution for the company, which was not a very difficult thing to achieve. I had implemented similar solutions at Lucent Technologies. Before beginning the operation, I had to make a full backup of the databases, and decided to use the Netapp filer system we had to do that. The plan was to shut the database down, mount the netapp filers as exact format of the database file systems, copy over the database file systems to the Netapp filer. As soon as I shut the database down, I was very confident, and not double checking everything, so I forgot to mount the Netapp filesystems, and instead immediately began the copy operation. About 3 minutes into the copy operation, it just hit me, that “did I mount the Netapp FS”. Immediate answer was NO. Panic. I quickly tried to verify if indeed I had not mounted them. I had not. Crap. That meant the copy was overwriting itself. The very database I was trying to back up, was instead writing itself over, completely corrupting the database. Oh boy. Trouble. I immediately starte damage control, and found a way to get the most recent clean backup copy of the database, which was still intact on the second server that would act as the failover in event of main server issue. Once I got that back on the main server, I now discovered there were two databases, and the only way to get the second ( smaller ) database back was to import it. I was not savvy enough as a DBA to attempt it myself, and so I called Yoga. Charlie was in heaven, seeing how I had landed in hot water. Yoga was the second in command DBA, and left whatever he was doing to come into the office to help me. We stayed together all through the night, importing the smaller database. Yoga was doing all the work in that area, but I of course stayed to cover anything else. By morning, we had the system usable again. Everyone said it was a miracle how things managed to be working after everything. But a bit more trouble later, the DBA manager now discovered there was still some missing data. Because I had recovered from the standby system, the data for the last day, had not yet been transmitted to that system and was still missing. Once he verified with me that was the case, he asked the field offices to re-input all the data for the last 24 hours. I think that fixed the last remaining issue.  The interesting thing about this somewhat colossal mistake I made, is that, nothing like this ever happened in my career, before this, or even after. I had performed thousands of very risky operations, without any kind of disaster, before and after this. I had a clean record on my entire career but this one, which leads me today to know, it was not just a fluke, but somehow satan swung it to happen. It did not change the way I approached things after that, because I knew it was one off. I did not become overcarefull, and most of all overplanning out of fear, like Bill Schiraldi was trying to teach me to do. Caution is a natural thing any SA learns first, but their method (MWH), was way beyond caution, and into paralyzing fear. Nothing ever got done because of that. Everybody was covering their ass, and that condition became even worse because of this mistake. Catalysing my departure from that toxic environment. They did give us a survey once, and I blasted them seriously there. Exposing things I knew no one else would be able to say.

Because I liked quite a few of the people there, I had a dream to one day provide an alternative for them, than working at MWH. I dreamed that I would somehow come into lots of money or influence, and build a very big office complex a very short distance ( visible ), and call it something very similar ( like Maintemance Warehouse - changing only the “n” to and “m” as a joke ), and then begin to provide alternatives for them. I knew they were very unhappy there, and wanted to give them a much better environment. Only in my dreams it stayed.

Over the years, I lost touch with Yoga, and tried everything to find him again, all to no avail.

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.

One day, I think when I was in Dallas, Enitan and Lindsey called, and I forget their reason for calling, but not long after we started speaking, they started talking about BMWs ( I think they both bought BMWs, and were crazy about it ). I was flustered, how Tiffany Twisted they both were. I hoped that particular topic would go away and we’ll discuss more meaninful things, but instead they now asked me if I have seen the new BMW i9 ( I can’t remember, and don’t know BMW models, so just go with the idea ). I had no idea about any BMW models and was really annoyed, but played it off, just to end the conversation, I said “yes” ( because “no” would lead to more goat talk - “ha, you don’t know blah blah blah ). I think they did not believe me so they asked “where? where did you see it”. I said “on the road”. That silenced them for the moment, and helped to move on to other topics.

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.

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