Into The Spirit: The beginning of my journey.

In the name of truth I must confess that my journey with God began in a strange manner. The accounts which I will now narrate will be laughed at by skeptics but what is that to us? I will speak with utter boldness because it is my lived truth, as well as that of many others who have believed that they are alone.

To all my known and unknown friends in the light, especially those who have felt very misunderstood and drowned by the darkened ignorance of dogmatic religion, this story is for you.

On a quiet evening in the month of October 2012, I had just dropped my aunt in her house and was about to drive home. Then, something I would liken unto a strong wind blew over the top of my head.

In an instant I knew something had changed, it was as though my ears had been suddenly unclogged after being blocked for a great length of time; there was a great rush of sound and air.

A flurry of knowledge began coming my way, I began 'remembering' things I had no memory of knowing prior. Things about my family's lineage and history, things about the world, things about God that I didn't recall ever being told.

An aggressive torrent of information was flowing into my mind and I did not know where from. Suddenly, I saw myself burst out into many languages that I could not understand nor stop myself from speaking.

Suddenly, I witnessed a group of unknown beings, about 9 in number, appear at the front of my vehicle. 8 of them were tall, dark and very hairy; they possessed eyes as red as blood and dual horns on their foreheads. The 9th one was very short and stood at their centre. In some way I discerned that to be their leader.

I then heard her say (she was feminine): "He has woken up, we must strike him now". Hearing her say that, accompanied with all that I was already experiencing, threw me into a mass hysteria; I was greatly afraid and terribly confused.

For some reason I knew they wanted to compromise the integrity of my mind and strike me with madness or make me have an accident before reaching home. This threw me into a mighty panic. I couldn't stop my mouth from uttering strange languages and I didn't know what to make of the scene. I was petrified; I was frozen.

It was at this moment I heard a strange but shockingly familiar voice say to me "Drive now, I am with you". I immediately obeyed and began speeding back home, still uttering strange languages I did not understand and could not stop. In Christianity, this is commonly known as 'tongues'; though it sounded nothing like anything I had ever heard prior.

On a scale of 1-10, I was shouting in these strange languages at a volume of 11. I had to wind up my windows because I didn't want people on the street to think I was mad.

As I was driving, this voice began to tell me many things and teach me many things. In an instant, he took me back in time to witness many events that had happened in my ancestry; many events that had been kept a secret. He began to tell me many things about my life and about the world; many things about himself.

He told me in an unequivocal way that: "I am your Father and today, I have come for you". For some reason I felt a great calm and I knew everything was okay, even though I did not understand all that was transpiring.

I reached home and saw my mum in the living room with a guest, I was still speaking in many languages and could not stop but I was able to reduce the volume of my voice so as to not frighten my mother's guest. I walked past them in great speed, whilst silently signalling my mother to follow me upstairs without alerting her friend.

Upon entering my mother's room, everything I was trying to keep contained burst out in an incredible and uncontrollable manner. In an instant the blanket between the material and immaterial world was rent asunder before my vision. I had access to all manner of memories and information about all manners of things.

It would be futile to attempt narrating all the things I saw and heard in that instant.

In that moment, my body suddenly became overtaken by God and he started speaking to my mum directly, calling her by her first name, reminding her of things He told her many years ago that she told no one about.

He began explaining a lot of things that had happened in her life and telling her why they had happened. My mum at this point was in great confusion, fear and worry. Frankly speaking, she believed I had gone mad and began pouring oil on my head to pray for me.

When she did that, God sternly said through my mouth: "Do you not recognize me?". He then continued to say more things to her that she had never told anyone. My mother nearly collapsed from shock and confusion, partly owing to the fact that I was 17 years of age and there was nothing 'Godly' about my life at that time.

After God finished passing across the message to her, he departed from my body and I immediately fainted. At this time my mother's friend was already in the room, equally hysterical whilst attempting to resuscitate me. I cannot begin to describe the fear and confusion they were experiencing.

Upon waking up, it felt as though my whole body was on fire from inside out. Electricity and heat was surging within me from head to toe; my body was like a live battery. I was burning intensely and I genuinely believed the only way to quench this fire was to take off my shirt and begin running.

I did exactly that.

In my mind, everything was okay, even though I felt as though I was watching a movie and had no understanding or control of the events. By the time I took off my shirt, my mother was already in tears; she was now convinced that her son had gone mad.

When I discerned this, I put myself together and told her that I was okay. At this point, my vocal chord was already ruptured from all the intense shouting in many languages; I could barely speak without great pain in my larynx.

Looking back now, I perfectly understand that my body at the time was not used to managing energy of that voltage. It is impossible to put the surge I was internally feeling into words.

That amount of energy was almost tearing my whole body and mind apart; it was trying to let itself out from every angle; it could not be contained or silenced. In Christianity, this energy is commonly known as the fire of the Holy Spirit.

Those 9 personalities that attempted attacking me understood what was happening to me very well and wanted to take advantage of that situation to strike me with madness; they knew that at the point of greatest potency lies greatest vulnerability.

To this I would say: "God knew it too and was in control". That little event made me understand why Jesus said: "new wine is not poured into old wine skin". The joints of my mind were almost torn asunder, my soul was engulfed in flames. And to think that that surge of power at that time was like a drop of water in the ocean.

Lord Jesus..

Those who understand physics know what happens to a cylinder when compressed air is spontaneously heated up within it. I in this case was the cylinder and Christ was the air. It was impossible to keep that energy contained.

To shorten the story, a number of days passed and the narrative continued; though it was not perpetually as explosive. God would periodically seize my body and would begin speaking mysteries about the Bible and explain scriptures that I had never before read.

No one knew what to make of this event. Some strongly asserted madness to my mother, some insinuated demon possession, some were sure that I was on hard drugs. Everyone seemed to have an opinion but no one had a revelation.

At this point God told me to tell my mother to take me to Pastor Wole Oladiyun, who happened to be a father figure in my life after I lost my biological father 16 years ago. On another day, I will speak exclusively about this great and kind man who God put in my life.

Upon reaching his office, before being told anything about what had happened, I heard him say in the Yoruba language: "Oluwa ti gbe wo"; which means "God has possessed him".

He proceeded to anoint and pray for me and I remember feeling a great tranquil immediately after, as though a mighty calm descended upon me.

That very night, I had my first direct encounter with my inner father and it happened thus:

I woke up at around 4am and felt a wheezing sound flow through my room, a wheezing sound like the sound of wind. I then beheld a large golden staircase appear in my bedroom, reaching from the ground into the sky.

I proceeded to climb it and indeed reached the summit. Upon reaching, I beheld two golden lion statues on my left and right hand side and a mighty golden door in front of me; measuring to about 300 feet.

All of a sudden the door opened and a majestic light struck me and knocked me down. Whilst on the floor, I heard a voice say "Rise my son, come in". I did as commanded and entered into the most splendorous chamber I had ever witnessed in my life.

Everything was made of gold and I beheld one who indeed appeared to be pure light sitting upon a throne. As I approached him, I felt an immense force and pressure which crippled me. He then he said once more: "come, my son" and I did.

He then said to me in a parabolic manner, "I am sending you like Moses into Egypt, to set my captives free. I, who am sending you, will always be with you. I will surely deliver you".

He then proceeded to etch with fire, an insignia on my forehead that resembled the star of David. Two triangles interpenetrating each other, the symbol of the matrimony; Christ and the bride.

He then put a sword into my right hand and a staff into my left and explained their significance.

He told me a great many things which I am not permitted to speak of at this point, but that encounter was the beginning of many experiences of the like. It was the beginning of many things which many people would not believe but I must declare these things in the name of truth.

At the time, two angels were dispatched unto me for tutoring. Their names are Tamriel and Zuriel. They came to me in the form of large and muscular men, one had green locks of hair and the other had purple locks of hair.

They were with me at all times and followed me everywhere.

It is at this point good to say that angels do not have a definite form in the way we understand it, they can take the appearance of any shape or size in order to communicate a message to the individual they are visiting. The popular form being a man with 'wings', signifying that they are beings of a higher dimension; seeing as the sky, the region of birds, has always been used as a symbol for heavenly dimensions.

I must confess that it took me eight years to begin understanding the significance of them having purple and green locks of hair, I at the time was only fascinated by all these new experiences and interpreted them in great childishness and ignorance. Haha, what else could I have done?

Those who know the spiritual significance of colours will perfectly understand the mystery communicated by the combinations of the colours purple and green. They are intimately related with the vowel sounds "I" and "O".

These angels would strictly stand in the corners of a room and speak with me telepathically, teaching me verbally about the Bible and interpreting scriptures I had never before read. When I would repeat what they taught me to my mother, she would be shocked and immediately point me to the scripture where it was written.

There were many times when God would seize control over my body and would begin teaching, whilst my mum or anyone around would record. He would speak of many transcendental and almost unbelievable things I had never before read or known about. Later on however, I discovered them within the Bible.

Looking back, I know without a doubt that within me exists the source of all creation and all things; therefore within me is all knowledge but concealed.

Those experiences were but a minor unveiling to trigger my desire and yearning for God. I must confess that it worked and worked extensively. I began a rigorous search and nothing could persuade me otherwise.

After months of tutoring through many angels and my father within me, I was then instructed to open the Bible and begin reading. I ate, drank, slept and woke up on the Bible for 2 years, cutting all ties with friends and the outside world. I was terribly indoctrinated into all things God and all things spirit.

It is utterly impossible for anyone to ever convince me of the non-existence of God and things spiritual, mystical, metaphysical, or whatever we would like to call it.

Many things happened in that period of time and are still happening that would be very difficult to put into text; it will fill many volumes and might be confusing if not patiently explained. This short narration is but a rough summary, however, over time, as God leads, I will give detailed accounts of many things shown and taught to me over the years.

My name is El Shakar and this is how my journey with God began, this is the beginning of my story of PISTIS; my story of faith.