I am SP Nsidibe Iwatt, a devoted follower who was initiated into the Divine Knowledge by Satguru Maharaj Ji on April 23, 1998, within the serene confines of Maharaj Ji Village, located in the vibrant city of Ibadan. My intellectual pursuits led me to delve into the realms of Philosophy and Metaphysics, and I have since engaged in scholarly endeavors as a Research Fellow. Presently, I hold the esteemed position of Divine Minister for Youths and Sports within the esteemed One Love Family, where I strive to channel the teachings of Maharaj Ji towards nurturing the younger generation and promoting harmony through sports.

Reflecting on a peculiar incident one Saturday evening, in the tranquil month of June, I found myself seated in quiet contemplation outside my humble abode. It was during this moment of repose that an unexpected visitor graced my presence – a vulture, soaring gracefully into my compound and dropping an enigmatic envelope before vanishing into the horizon. Perplexed yet intrigued by this strange occurrence, I retrieved the envelope and retired indoors, seeking solace and guidance from Maharaj Ji through the sanctity of my personal altar.

As I laid the mysterious envelope upon the sacred altar, I beseeched Maharaj Ji for clarity regarding the significance of the vulture’s peculiar delivery. With patience and reverence, I awaited a sign from the divine. After a brief interlude, I cautiously unfurled the envelope, only to find its contents conspicuously absent, shrouded in enigma akin to the circumstances of its delivery.

The following morning, as the gentle rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of gold, a familiar knock echoed upon my door, heralding the arrival of my uncle Jonah. His presence evoked memories of the previous day’s curious events, as he reminded me of an invitation extended to me – an invitation veiled in the shadows of uncertainty, much like the mysterious envelope.

Recalling the peculiar circumstances surrounding the vulture’s visit and the subsequent empty envelope, I accepted my uncle’s invitation with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, intrigued by the clandestine nature of the rendezvous. Little did I know that this seemingly innocuous invitation would thrust me into the heart of darkness, where I would confront forces beyond mortal comprehension.

Accompanied by my uncle Jonah, we embarked on a journey fraught with uncertainty, traversing the labyrinthine alleys of our village and venturing into the depths of an ancient forest – a forest whispered to be the sanctuary of dark and malevolent spirits.

As we ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, the air grew thick with palpable tension, punctuated only by the rustle of leaves and the distant echoes of unseen creatures. Guided by an unseen hand and fortified by the teachings of Maharaj Ji, I pressed forward, my heart aflutter with a potent mixture of apprehension and resolve.

Suddenly, as if emerging from the shadows themselves, we arrived at our destination – a clearing nestled amidst the towering trees, where a gathering of figures awaited our arrival. These were not ordinary figures, but beings cloaked in the shadows of the arcane, their presence tinged with an otherworldly aura that sent shivers down my spine.

Among them stood a man of authority, a deacon from a local church, who bore the mantle of leadership over this clandestine assembly. With a voice that resonated with the authority of ages, he addressed my uncle Jonah, acknowledging my presence with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

In the midst of this surreal tableau, I found myself drawn into a web of intrigue and dark machinations, as the deacon unveiled the sinister designs of their cabal – plans to inflict harm upon a fellow villager, a police officer who had incurred their wrath through perceived transgressions.

Summoning forth the teachings of Maharaj Ji and the wisdom passed down from my ancestors, I dared to challenge the authority of these malevolent forces, asserting my divine right as the inheritor of a noble lineage. With unwavering resolve, I declared an end to their reign of terror, decreeing that no harm shall befall another without my consent.

As the echoes of my proclamation reverberated through the clearing, a hush fell upon the assembly, as if the very forest itself held its breath in anticipation. In that moment, I felt the weight of destiny upon my shoulders, as I stood as a beacon of light amidst the encroaching shadows.

With the courage born of conviction, I turned and departed from the clearing, guided by the unseen hand of destiny and the unwavering presence of Maharaj Ji. And though the path ahead may be fraught with peril, I walk forth with faith in my heart, knowing that I am shielded by the divine grace of Satguru Maharaj Ji.

“January 17, 2007 is a day in my life I can hardly forget. On that fateful but eventful day, I left Aba in the evening for my country home, Nkporo in Ohafia LGA, Abia State.

“At exactly 9.00 PM GMT, I disembarked from the vehicle I boarded from Umuahia enroute home at Abiriba Junction along Umuahia/Arochukwu Road. From there, I beckoned on an Okada man who picked me for a drop. Lo and behold, the journey of about 6km to home started, unknown to me that I am in for something else, which in my wildest imagination, I did not bargain for.

“Midway into the night journey, just as we descended the Ugwu Ama Hills, the motorbike rider switched off the engine. Still descending the hill, he flashed his head light intermittently and later backed the up headlight flashing with horn-blowing. When we descended the slope, he finally stopped at the valley right in front of the bridge across the stream.

“About eight hefty men emerged from their hideouts and surrounded me, all armed to the teeth with assorted dangerous weapons… locally made pistols, heavy loaded riffles, daggers, cutlasses etc.

“Before these stern-looking men could utter a word or harm me, Maharaj Ji appeared, held my hand, and in a jiffy, disappeared at the speed of light. After running for a short distance, Maharaj Ji stopped and directed me to hide at that point, though there was no serious cover to protect me. I obeyed and remained there motionless.

“In the position I was, it dawned on me that the evil minded men were ritual killers. They started running helter skelter; asking “where is he?” Man, you better come out. Running will not help you in this case be cause there is no place for you to hide.

They desperately ransacked and combed the tick forest that night with their torch lights. From the point Maharaj Ji directed me to stay, I could see them clearly and hear their discussions concerning their evil intension against me. They passed where I was several times with their torch light but could not see me.

“I had this disturbing cough that has been lingering for some time, but miraculously, the cough disappeared right from that night because I was seriously begging Maharaj Ji that the cough should not give me away to the enemies who mounted a serious manhunt for me in order to kill themselves and not a child of Maharaj Ji.

“I remained at my hiding point inside the forest up to 8:30 AM until i heard the voice of a man from my village. He shouted on me and asked what i was doing inside the forest at that hour. I now summoned the courage to come out and narrated my ordeal to him. Both of us traveled together to our village. The news spread like wildfire in the village and everybody, including church people trooped out to my house and celebrated my triumphant passage through the valley of death to life.

“Everybody in Nkporo Town said I should thank the God I am serving for my miraculous escape from a dreaded cabal that terrorize people at Ugwu Ama Valley and ran to Item Village in Bende Local Government of Abia State, after their dastard operation”.

I am SP Ramota Opeloyeru Tijani. I received my Maharaj Ji Divine Knowledge on September 07, 1986 in Bodija. I retired as a Chief Matron from Aminu Kano University Teaching Hospital, Kano State. I hail from Ibadan North LGA, Ibadan, Oyo State. I am 64 years old and a mother of three children. I want to share an experience among countless experiences.

On July 16, 2009, my daughter, SP Omolola Rufai and myself left Kano by 9.00 a.m coming to Ibadan for the Appearance program. We passed through Abuja, Lokoja into Ekiti State.

On entry into Ekiti State, the driver stopped and passengers started buying cooked corn to eat. I was about doing the same when Maharaj Ji came and warned that all the people there were not humans. At Ifon Ekiti about 7.15 p.m. our bus a 16-Seater bumper, immediately turned left, veered off the road and plunged into a depression of about six feet deep. The vehicle somersaulted about six times and entered the forest.

“My daughter and I started calling Maharaj Ji repeatedly and the vehicle landed on its four tyres. I saw myself facing the vehicle window and holding the window as if I was by a house balcony. When I looked outside, I saw my daughter standing while others were lying flat on the ground scattered in the bush at various points. The left tires of the bus were perched on a log of wood while the vehicle leaned rightwards.

“A man who also sustained injury managed to stand up, held my hands and aided me to come out of the bus through a window, which glasses were broken while the entrances and the front have squeezed out. We were still shouting in the dark. I hugged my daughter asking her, “Lola did anything happen to you, are you okay?” She answered “yes” and I hugged her.

“We saw the driver trapped over the steering. It took about thirty minutes for the conductor to regain consciousness. He called the driver by his name and made a lot of efforts to get the door open and when the became open, the driver fell off. He could not speak for over fifteen minutes before he became conscious of his surrounding.

“Nobody seemed to know how to get out of the place. It took an hour before we saw about ten passengers. They came, aided others for us to climb to the road, a distance of about fifty metres. By the time we reached the road, the police came around, perhaps they were informed by those who met us in the bush.

“One person was dead and twelve others had to be carried because they sustained serious injuries. The conductor and driver had serious cut all over their bodies. They were rushed to hospital.

“Eleven people with serious injuries were carried with police vehicle, promising to return to carry us. After waiting up to 10.00 p.m. some police officers on duty stopped a passenger vehicle for the remaining six of us to move down to Ijebu-Ijesha, about 15 kilometers away.

“On reaching Ijebu-Ijesha, I called Maharaj Ji on the phone and Maharaj Ji promptly phoned SP Sis. Oluwafidara Atitebi, who was at home in Ijebu-Ijesha. She chartered a bus to the spot and carried all the six of us to a clinic in Ijebu-Ijesa.

“After treatment, we were driven to the chartered driver’s house who is also from Ijebu-Ijesha. Four persons stayed inside the vehicle in his house, while my daughter and I went to SP. Sis. Oluwafidara Atitebi’s house by 1.00 a.m. “The driver then conveyed us to the garage where the three of us took a bus and travelled down to Ibadan by 10.00 the following morning. We all waited on that 17th July before Maharaj Ji arrived with convoy from Lagos by 4.00.p.m. The Father of Creation immediately sent for me, blessed me before going to the Altar.

“From evidences by SP Atitebi and the policeman, they did not believe anybody could survive from that vehicle, judging by the nature the bus squeezed and dysfunctional. “I cannot explain how the two of us escaped that accident unhurt and unruffled. But I know that is the mystery behind being a devotee of The Living Perfect Master”.