I am SP Ejugo Akpor, aka Action Man. I hail from Iriri, Isoko-South LGA, Delta State. I received the Divine Knowledge of my Father Satguru Maharaj Ji on September 25, 1988 in Maharaj Ji Village, Ibadan. I am a professional Plant Engineer and a staff of TICTS shipping Line Ltd, Apapa Wharf, Lagos.
In the month of April, 2012, I had a spiritual experience where I was stripped off the clothes I was wearing. I knew that such an experience spelt danger, but remained unshaken since I was already a devotee of Satguru Maharaj Ji, also, knowing my life was 100% secured.
One day, a man who introduced himself as a powerful native doctor visited my residence at 229, old Ojo Road, Badagry Expressway, Lagos and informed me that the purpose of his visit was to inform me that he foresaw grave danger lurking to claim my life and I should bring some amount of money for him to perform some rituals in order to avert the danger.
I told the native doctor, plainly, that I don’t need his services because as a devotee of Satguru Maharaj Ji, I was already in comfortable company with the owner of the Power that is above all powers in Creation. Three days later, the native doctor came again looking visibly disturbed. According to him, doomsday was at hand. Again, he was disappointed as I refused to yield to his demands. On Sunday, I went to the Ashram at Festac for devotion obligations and left the mission in the evening for my house. On getting home, I observed that a crowd-my neighbors had gathered at this house. As I alighted from my car, I took notice that those present were attempting to kill a big alligator that was about entering my house. Every available item was converted into an instrument for the purpose of killing the alligator, some of which got damaged in the process, yet the alligator refused to die.
Finally, the alligator was killed and those around advised that the alligator should be buried, because it was not ordinary, hence, members of the group that sent it were likely to come and exhume it. The decision was therefore taken to burn it to ashes. This was done by me because I was not satisfied with the level of cremation, I brought a gallon of 5 liters of petrol and poured about two liters on the burnt alligator.
From nowhere, the remaining three liters in the gallon caught fire, rather than throwing away the container; I began blowing off the flame with my mouth while still carrying the container.
Gradually, the gallon began to melt in my hand. Maharaj Ji manifested and screamed “papa throw away the container, can’t you see that is petrol!” Instantly, I regained my senses from that confused state and realized what was happening and threw away the jerry can which exploded mid-air to the bewildered crowd, setting the immediate vicinity aflame.
Ever since, my residence has turned to a Mecca of sort, by those who want to behold the sight of the man who defied death by the whiskers. Some callers to my residence later confessed that the alligator was sent to me in order to settle scores with me because I was the only stumbling block militating against the operations of the forces of darkness in the area. Hence, they saw the need to get rid of me by all means, so that they can have their way to operate without hindrance.