My husband is not a pàstór but a riitúàliist – Episode 22
“As the scene unfolded before me, a shiver of terr0r enveloped me. My heart pounded like a drum, the rhythm of gui|t and fēār. My only hope of becoming wealthy was being shattered before my eyes, and a bright light was about to shine upon my dærk intentions.”
“My palms froze as if the room’s air had suddenly thickened with the weight of my gui|t. Every sçreãm from my siblings felt like an accusation. Each drop of b|00d was a haunting reminder of my misch!evous handiwork.”
“In that suff0cating moment, the walls seemed to whisper my secrets, and I stood at the brink of exposure. My heart pounded so hard and loud, like a thunderous drumbeat at a festival.”
“Suddenly, James began to roll on the bed, clutch!ng his head and releasing grow|ing screæms that echoed in the room. The veins on his forehead swe||ed, expanding and contracting like rivers surging with life force. It was a vivid picture of his strugg|e to regain the fragments of intelligence that had been crue||y taken.”
“The network of ve!ns seemed ready to būrst, a visual testament to the restoration of his mental faculties. As the room’s tension took flight, the veins gradually faded away, a silent proclamation that the miracle had indeed transpired.”
“In the midst of this unsettling chaos, another miracle began. Mercy’s cries rang out, her body wrãcked by convu|s!ons. Her be||y expanded like a balloon, swe||ing to an unusual size, resembling that of a pregnant woman’s abdomen.”
“This astonishing transformation symbolized the revival of her lost fertility, a promise of a regained future. As moments passed, the swelling gradually receded, a sign that the miracle had been realized.”
“Just when I thought it was over, amidst the tumult and miraculous occurrences, Peace, the intended target of my crūē| plot, emitted piercing screæms that reverberated in the room.”
“As she screæmed, she held her throat and began to c0ugh. Suddenly, a coin stained with red-black b|00d jumped out of her mouth. In an amazing twist, a wondrous transformation took hold.”
“Her body grew fuller, gaining weight like a flourishing flower, while her fragility, weakness, and disablement melted away like sunrise vapor.”
“The once-diminished Peace bloomed with vitality, the embodiment of healing and recovery, leaving a sense of awe for the almighty God.”
“Mr. Frank rose from his knees, his face aglow with gratitude. His voice was an earnest melody of praise that resonated through the room like a hymn of thanks. With outstretched arms, he celebrated the healing of my three siblings. His words were a symphony of joy that resounded off the walls, filling the room with a palpable sense of awe and wonder.”
“Beside him, I stood, a picture of concealed disappointment. The weight of my guilt bore down on me as I realized my nefar!0us plot had been thwarted, not just once, but threefold.”
“I had intended to exploit one sib|!ng for my lüst for r!ches. But in a cruē| twist of fate, my w!cked plan had entangled all three, and all three had just been completely delivered, rendering my plot use|ess.”
“My eyes darted toward the bedroom door. The idea of escaping to my collaborator (the hérbàlííst), a tempting thought, but before I could slink away, Mr. Frank’s voice called me back, locking me in a confrontation I greatly fēæred.”
“‘Peter, let’s discuss briefly, please,’ he said.”
“Are you aware that what happened to your three siblings wasn’t ordinary?’ he added.”
“No, Sir, I thought they just fell s!ck,’ I replied.”
“Hmmmm! They didn’t just fall s!ck. And though Gód is yet to fully reveal it to me, someone very close to them was behind all of this. A family member, I reckon, but I’m yet to know who exactly was responsible.”
“You mean a member of my family did this to my three siblings?” I asked, pretending to be sure he wasn’t pulling my leg, as I refused to believe that Gód could use him to completely heal my three siblings without revealing something as common as the perpetrator.”
“Yes! A family member of yours. But I will keep praying, hoping that God will give me a name and more in-depth details about the perpetrator. And when he does, I will definitely inform you.”
“Okay, Sir, I would be very grateful,” I said, as my heartbeat began to slow down. I marveled that despite the breathtaking scenario that had just taken place, he was still unaware of who was behind the whole thing.”
“The person had intended to use Peace for a móñey r!tūal, but in a remarkable turn of events, James and Mercy were mistakenly affected by the arrow of dēēãth he sent,’ he said.”
“And in a bid to correct the mistake he made, he bargained with dærk powers on behalf of James and Mercy. He traded their individual endowment for an opportunity to live on as med!õcres, which he considered better than los!ng their lives.”
“You may not understand what just happened here, because these are deep things of the spirit. From the swollen veins you saw on the forehead of James to the protruding tummy of Mercy, and to the coin coughed out by Peace.”
“All of these signify a great restoration and deliverance,” he continued. Unbeknownst to him, I was not just an innocent bystander or listener, but an active participant in the malev0|ent plot he spoke of, concealed beneath a facade of feigned innocence.”
“The coin that came out of the mouth of Peace signifies that she was the sole aim of this person and was supposed to d!e on Saturday. Thank God I listened to the voice of the spirit and came today to pray for them. If I had delayed and waited until tomorrow, James and Mercy might be delivered, but Peace could’ve been gone forever.”
“God is indeed a timekeeper, Peter, and it’s very necessary to always obey the voice and leading of the Holy Spirit.”
“I was actually tempted to rest throughout today and saw no reason why, after such a mighty crúsàde where thousands of lives were transformed, I should not rest for just a day before proceeding to come pray for your siblings.”
“But little did I know that as much as I had such a perfect and fair plan, God was never in support, because he is the all-knowing God,” he added, as he took the coin on the bed that came out from Peace’s mouth. He asked me to give them something to eat, saying he was going straight to see our pàstõr to share the wonderful testimony with him.”
“I saw him outside, and as he left, I leaned on the door, thinking if his inability to know that I was responsible for all that happened was a golden opportunity for me to quickly strategize.”
“‘Should I mix the entire bottle of põ!sõn in a cup of water and give it only to Peace, ensuring that she drinks it alone to the very last drop?’ I pondered.”
To be continued ✍️