Ex Mahikari delivered by Jesus Christ
I joined The Mahikari in 2005 after receiving light on average twice a week for five months (this practice is called ‘okiyome’ in the vocabulary of Mahikari). After my introduction to Mahikari and the receipt of omitama in the last quarter of 2005, I regularly attended the dojo. Like any new initiate, I was encouraged to invite friends and acquaintances to the dojo to receive light or for initiation. I was unable to drive anyone to membership.
My participation in the Mahikari was almost without incident until the replacement of our European leader by a Japanese. The teachings on ancestral spirits and other spirits became more intense and I was regularly asked if I had an ancestral altar in my house. Building this altar was indeed a prerequisite for the second level of initiation.
The concept of an ancestral altar itself made me really uncomfortable. I had already been in a few houses of kumites with an ancestral altar and I really did not want it at home. Through the sixth sense, I could feel the presence of spirits in these houses and it made me uncomfortable and I did not feel willing to perform the rituals associated with these altars, such as ‘feeding the ancestral spirits’ every day. It was long after I realized what was wrong with the altars.
Then came something quite unexpected that tore me apart: Our Japanese leader (dojocho) asked to meet personally each kumite in order to become more familiar with us and also to transmit the light to the souls of our ancestors at through our bodies. This was supposed to raise their souls and cleanse their sins. I’m making my first date. During this first meeting, he asked me about my ancestors, especially my father who had already died 10 years ago. During this meeting, he traced my family tree. The next meeting was scheduled for 2-3 weeks later.
I showed up at the appointment. Dojocho tells me that he would give me an okiyome at the 8th point (this point corresponds to the forehead) and that I should follow all his instructions. I closed my eyes and after reading the prayer he began to transfer the light to me. I was already warned that this session would last longer than the normal 10 min, so I was not surprised that it went on a little longer, about 15-20 min. After the recitation of Kami Muki Sanji (the title of prayer to the spiritual world), dojocho began to invoke my father’s spirit. By the time I committed myself to this session, I had not known that he would speak of ancestral spirits. This turn was surprising to me. But obedient, I sat with my eyes closed and he gave me the light. He also ordered me to begin to breathe deeply in order to breathe the light; which I did too. Suddenly I felt a dark and very frightening presence in the room. I was frozen but couldn’t dare move. Immediately, when I did not expect it, I felt this presence enter into me.
Moments later, dojocho stopped the session. I informed him of what had happened, but he hardly believed me. I went home, nervous, downcast, anxious and confused. I felt violated and betrayed by our spiritual leader.
Not really knowing where to turn, I addressed a kumite woman whom I had admired for her piety and kindness. She didn’t know what to say except that she advised me to go back to the dojocho. So I went to the dojocho a week later. He was with one of his Japanese assistants. Both remained cold and indifferent. They replied that what had happened to me was due to my bad karma. In other words, it was all my fault. Dojocho added, ‘You came to me, I didn’t go to you.’
The following week, consumed by distress, still bearing the dark presence in me, I traveled to meet our previous dojocho, (the one who had initiated me) who now ran another dojo. I was hoping that she would be able to return that spirit to where it came from. She said, ‘I’m sorry, I don’t deal with spirits, so I can’t help you. All I can do is pray with you and give you the light.’
Until then, I always went to the Mahikari, convincing myself that this was just the result of chance as was my bad karma. I also thought that if I got enough light, that wicked spirit would go away. I could hardly sleep because this spirit in me did not allow me sleep or rest. I lost a lot of weight. I was weird, depressed and anxious and I really struggled to concentrate at work. Throughout all the events, God (the REAL living God, not the god of Mahikari) protected me mightily and I remained active despite the physical pain. I had terrible abdominal pain and I underwent several medical examinations including colonoscopy. Fortunately, all the results were negative.
Voluntarily, I go through the details of the testimony and go straight to the essentials. After about two and a half months of this incessant agony, after seeking help in different spiritual circles, I met a shaman who was able to drive out the spirit momentarily. Three months later, this unclean spirit returned with other wicked spirits. They haunted my house with noises, ‘voices’ and moving objects. Their dark presence was evident. The spirit that entered me first did it again. So I found myself again with abdominal pain, heart acceleration, and many other unpleasant physical symptoms. My balance was also affected. I was wobbling on both sides and had to be very careful when I was walking my dog.
At the moment, I didn’t always fully understand what was going on, it was a tough ordeal. Unable to bear their harassment, I abandoned the apartment I rented and began to live temporarily in furnished rentals. Despite the movements, the problem persisted and the spirits (at least two of them) had followed me. My faith in the mahikari was destroyed and I felt extremely uncomfortable and fearful the few times I returned to the dojo. However, I again pleaded with the dojocho for his help. This time it was very brutal. In the presence of the other leaders who were in the management office, he said to me angrily and out loud, ‘I have no time for you.’ I believe that the other dojocho had reported the incident and my behaviour did not please the Japanese hierarchy. During my second month of nomadic life, going from one temporary apartment to another, I finally gathered my courage and returned my omitama to the dojo. I had hesitated until then for fear of the consequences, but at the point where I was, I had nothing to lose!
Five months after these spirits had invaded me (in addition to the return of the ancestral spirit), I met another shaman who could send the spirits back to their places of origin. Again, this was only a temporary solution. The problem persisted and even worsened. All this trouble lasted for two good years!
How I found deliverance:
During this period, I had to stay several times at the Bible belt of the United States. One day, the burden of my problems with these demons was so heavy and oppressive that I informed my cousin by telephone of what was tormenting me. He immediately said to me, ‘You came to the right place. Jesus Christ is the only one who can help you.’ My soul was ready for Jesus! After all this despair, I felt hope again. For the first time in my life, I opened my heart to Jesus Christ. After two failed attempts, I found a good church to praise Christ and obtained my deliverance. Following fervent prayers and fasting, the Holy Ghost led me clearly to the church where he wanted to serve Me God. I baptized myself and submitted my whole life to Jesus. In his infinite mercy, I was totally freed from every wicked spirit. My deliverance is permanent and definitive.