I am SP Sister Ayakwe Wike. I received the Divine Knowledge of our Father Maharaj Ji on November 22, 2018. I am from Wike Village in Rumuoprikom in Obiakpor LGA of Rivers. I graduated from University of Port Harcourt with B.Sc in Microbiology.

I am the first daughter of the Wike family. Three of my younger siblings, SP. Mama Chigeru, Mama Adanne and Mama Oruwwum are devotees of Satguru Maharaj Ji, The Living Perfect Master.

We lost our mother not quite long ago and our father, Sunny Ayakwe is not yet in Divine Knowledge of Satguru Maharaj Ji. Since we received Divine Knowledge, our elder brother was opposed to the idea of receiving Maharaj Ji’s Divine Knowledge and hence conspired with his immediate younger brother to eliminate our father and three of us, who are his younger sisters, with a view of taking-over our father’s properties, located here and there, both in the village and PortGuru.

He lives in Port Harcourt and several reports came to us that he was maltreating the house-help that was living with him. Shortly before our mother died, and on agreement with our father, she went to our brother’s house and decided to bring the house help down to the Village, so that we can assist in her up-bringing, considering her low family background. In an ironic twist of fate, and unknown to us, this very girl which we rescued from my elder brother’s hands, turned out to become a torn in our flesh.

In an ironic twist of fate, and unknown to us, this very girl was recued from my elder brother’s hands, turned out to become a torn in our flesh. She started secretly to fraternize with the same elder brother of our and both meet regularly at Bonny Camp area of PortGuru. where he visits for the purposes of collecting house rent from tenants in the makeshifts buildings. From there, both hatched and perfected their final evil plane to finish our family.

She started secretly to fraternize with the same elder brother of ours and both meet regularly at Bonny Camp area of PortGuru, where he visits for the purposes of collecting house rent from tenants in the makeshift’s buildings. From there, both hatched and perfected their final evil plan to finish our family. She started executing their demonic clandestine activities without any body having an iota of suspicion of her evil project of finishing everybody in the family. However, what baffled everybody in the house was that at times she will fall sick and quite naturally, we felt that she was having malaria attack or typhoid fever and we got her treated. During such times, she will be complaining bitterly that she is hearing strange voices and seeing strange faces coming to warn her.

Lo and behold, by Maharaj Ji Grace, the cat was let out of the bag one day and all of us were shocked down to our spines. On that fateful day, she prepared a meal for the family at the end of which she served. Everybody was terribly hungry and just as we were about to eat, a visitor came and our Daddy directed that we have to attend to the visitor first before eating. Initially, we were not happy about that, due to hunger but we have to bow to Daddy’s wish according to our culture. Meanwhile, after dishing the meal, the house-help unceremoniously disappeared from the house and headed to her family house.

However, by the time we finished with the visitor and we rushed for the food, we got disappointed because both the food, the plates and the cooking pot disappeared without trace.

“Wonders shall never end!” everybody yelled. “What went wrong?” was the question on everybody’s lips? This confounding mystery forced our daddy to proceed to the “glass house”, in order to unravel the mystery. Right there, he saw a bearded man in long white flowing robe with head-tie to match came in and carried the food in the plates and pots and disappeared from the house.

It was equally revealed that the same bearded-man used to visit her in the company of some very old elders to forewarn her in her evil plots in the past to finish the family. It was there and then her allusion to hearing and seeing strange beings, whenever we thought she was sick with malaria attack or typhoid fever made real sense to us. Equally understood was the fact that her recalcitrant behavior, and resolve to kill everybody resulted in her being tormented by the Ancestors for not listening to their timely warnings.

Lo and behold, The Seen and Unseen, Satguru Maharaj Ji, while in Maharaj Ji Village, Ibadan, The Highest Spiritual Centre of the Universe manifested physically in Wike Village, Rumuoprikom in Obiakpor LGA, River State, to save Nwike Family from food poisoning, clandestinely carried out by a girl we wholeheartedly brought into the house to assist in her upbringing, so that she can become somebody in the society.

If not for Maharaj Ji, the whole Nwike’s family would have disappeared just like that. What did we do to merit this kind of love, please Father Maharaj Ji? Thank you is not enough to express our deepest appreciation for this love that has no reason. Bole Shri Satguru Dev Maharaj Ji Jai

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”.