Village held in captivity by evil uncle divinely freed

My name is Brother Patrick. I had an uncle who was always boasting that he was the umbrella of my village and that anyone who disobeyed him would die by rainfall. One night I came to church for vigil, while we were prayingat 2:00a.m, I fell into a trance, a man came to me and said: “Let’s go.” I have never seen the man before nor had I known him; so, to avoid the man, I moved to another direction to continue my prayers. Still he came to me again and told me to follow him, I asked him: “Who are you?” I don’t know you and you want me to follow you. He tapped me and I lost consciousness of where I was and followed him. Immediately, I saw myself in my village, he took me to my uncle’s house and from there into his kitchen.

There, he showed me a pot of charm and said that the names of all the males in my village were in that pot. He also said that no one was going anywhere, in other words, they were not making progressand that the pot could not be destroyed because of the sacrifices being made to it everyday.

While this was going on, the angel with me burnt the pot and the kitchen and told me that all the males in my village were free. Then he took me back to the church.When I came back to church, I was shocked that I searched for the man(angel), but could not see him again. As this happened there was this kind of joy within me and turning to my back I saw my uncle physically.He was very angry and was not moving, but was only moping; then I asked him, “Sir, when did you come to Lagos?”What are you doing here?” “Why are you angry?” “How have I offended you?” I was asking those questions because I could not remember what happened some minutes ago. As l did not receive any answer from him, I continued my prayer.

Immediately, the pastor leading the prayer asked us to shout, “Holy Ghost Fire,” I turned to my uncle and shouted: “Holy Ghost Fire,” then he started shouting “my heart, my heart” and ran away, but I could still hear him, until his voice faded.

After the vigil, I wanted to sleep that early morning, but suddenly my phone rang and it was my elder sister.She said that my uncle was dead and had been taken to the mortuary. That was how God of Chosen delivered my village from backwardness. Praise the Lord! God of Chosen is so great. May His name be glorified in Jesus’name.

To confirm to that, today I have my own house. I pray for my General Overseer and every Chosen member, heaven at last.