One night, I returned home at midnight and fell asleep. A dream came to me. I heard a voice that told me that all that was happening was not the end of me. The voice told me that I must be ready to die and to be revived again, in order for my life to be restored, for I was now full of sins. In the morning, as I woke up, my mother came into my room and brought some food with her. She thought that I was sick, so she only brought me food. She saw how weak I was. I could see in her eyes that she knew she was going to lose me.

She told me that God had appeared to her during her sleep and told her my fate. God had said that she must pray for me to die. She said that the voice from God explained that it was only to be a short death for my revival, so she mustn’t bury me, but should keep on saying the Lord’s Prayer until I wake up. With delight, I knew that God would never have abandoned me, because after all he has orchestrated my life. I then told my mother everything – what was going on with me and how I got into this through a person.

But then, after my mother had come to me and told me this great news from God, she died the next day – she never woke up. I was now left alone. After she died, I had to do everything by myself. Then in the night, after I had returned home, I felt my soul leave me once again. It was painful when my soul was leaving my body. It was as if I was being stabbed with a knife. I stood next to my body and stared at it, then I began to float in the air.

As I was floating, I saw demons. They began to chase me in the air. I ran, and then suddenly angels appeared and fought my battle. More demons appeared and more angels were appearing from the sky. I began to float up in the air again until I disappeared into the clouds. Then, from nowhere, a hand began to pull me up, until I saw a beautiful place that had mansions. Everything was gold. It was a man dressed in white clothes, with no wings. He ushered me along, as if he could read my thoughts. He said that I knew the beauty of it all.

We then passed a river. It was burning hot, with bubbles, and people were just waiting next to that river. This person then began to tell me that the people waiting there were murderers, and that when the time came, they would be thrown into that river. As we continued to walk, I saw a group of men sitting down and smoking. The voice told me that when the time came, the smoke would turn against them and burn them.

Again, we walked past many children who were very young. The man said that those children had been killed before their time. They were crying. The man in white clothes said that when the time came, those children would go back to their mothers. He added: “They don’t even know their names.”

Then the man, who I assume was God, began to tell me everything that he wanted me to know. With curiosity, I asked him to show me hell but then he refused and said I was not ready for such. He then told me that when I return home, I must not be shocked. I would find Mr Libala saying the prayer of deliverance upon me, and since I had walked the roads of heaven all evil was to be defeated.

He then said: “It’s time, my son. Go home and do what you were destined to do.” And then, like a dream, I woke up in my room and truthfully, Mr Libala was there.

“Welcome home, son,” he said.

“How did you know this?” I asked him.

“With God, son, I know everything that is going on with your life,” he told me. “My road to becoming a prophet was also hard like yours, even though our journeys have been different. Now, son, you are stronger then ever, don’t lose that faith, and if you need anything you know where I live.”

And with these words, Mr Libala stood up and left.

The End

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