Poisoned Eba And Egusi Soup Ran Away After Praying In The Holy Name, MAHARAJ JI Before Eating...By SP NDIDI COOKEY

I am SP Ndidi Cookey, I hail from Opobo in Opobo Nkoro LGA in Rivers State. I am a mother of three children and a business woman. I received the Divine Knowledge of Maharaj Ji on April 29, 2021 in Maharaj Ji Village, Ibadan.

As the year 2020 Christmas festivities drew close, one sunny afternoon I was taking a nap and in a flash, Maharaj Ji appeared to me and was repeatedly telling me “My Daughter go home, go home to your family compound in Bori” I woke up and started wondering what was about to happen.I told my husband the experience and he laughed at me as usual saying, “you don come ooo, better tell me say Christmas don come and you want go visit your people because you always like to visit home during December period” I just laughed because I knew he was ignorant and always doubting Maharaj Ji. I got myself ready, went to Portguru Ashram and bought wara N600.00, because I had stopped eating flesh. I later entered the market and bought some soup recipes like melon, pepper, tomatoes etc.

Then I travelled home unknown to me, my two brothers who were my co-triplets, but live in Lagos, came home too for the Yuletide season festivities, but were not conscious that something bad was about to happen at home. They didn’t tell me that they were coming home for Christmas, so I was very surprised to see them. I am the last among the triplet. Hence, meeting them at home was a pleasant surprise and we happily embraced one another. They asked me about my husband’s condition, since he had an accident. They complained of hunger after the long journey from Lagos and needed to eat something. There was a woman who was homeless and out of mercy, we gave her shelter in My father’s compound so that she could assist in taking care of the compound. The lot also fell on her to harvest both the cash crops and economic trees like palm fruits, coconut that abounds in the compound, since none of us was staying at home. We were all married and lived in the city. She had lived there for many years and maintains the compound. Whenever we visited home, she appeared to be very hardworking, caring and she is the one that always cook our food.

On that day, I brought out the wara and soup ingredients I bought and gave them to her with instructions that, she shouldn’t use fish or meat in preparing the meal because I am a lover of Maharaj Ji hence, a vegetarian. My triplet brothers laughed at me saying which one is Satguru Maharaj Ji and wara. Well, being an Aspirant, I lectured them to the best of my knowledge of who and what Maharaj Ji is, from my experiences since I got to know about Maharaj Ji. The woman prepared Eba and dished ours, unknown to us that it was already poisoned. From childhood, we always love to eat together from the same plate, even now as grown-ups; we never jettisoned that love amongst us. So, we sat down and before we began to eat, I said, let me bless this food and I said “Maharaj Ji food don come oo bless am for us”. The woman was surprised at the name of Maharaj Ji and asked “which one be Maharaj Ji again?” As I dipped hand to have the first cut of the eba unbelievably, eba waka go left, soup waka go right. That is to say, the plates of Eba and Soup parted ways in opposite directions. This was a shocking experience for all present! They asked me to repeat the prayer again and I did. The same thing repeated. We began screaming and it attracted crowd of people from the neighborhood who heard about this unprecedented event in the history of Bori land that plates of Eba and soup could move in opposite directions, as if they had legs. At this point, the crowd that gathered directed that the woman who cooked the food should eat the food first. She was hesitant and refused to eat the meal. They tried to force her but, she refused.

At this point, the young boys in our village who were in the habit of eating, drinking and smoking heard of the incident and gathered at our family house. They demanded that the food be brought back to the table and asked that I should repeat the prayers again. Once again, I said “Maharaj Ji come eat, Satan run away”, before their presence, the plate containing Eba and soup went in opposite directions. They were dumbfounded. They called the woman and asked her to eat the food but she refused and said her son should do the eating, but the boys refused, saying she who cooked the food should be the one to eat the food. Hence, the woman was left with no other option than to eat the food. Some minutes after eating the food, she started complaining about serious abdominal pains and requested for her to be taken to Christ Apostolic Church, Bori, where she worships, for them to pray for her. Meanwhile, I decided to go back to Portguru, while I was at the motor park waiting for our vehicle to get the required number of passengers, the message came that the woman was begging that I should come and see her because a man wearing white skirt and blouse with white head tie and flowers was sitting on her chest and she can’t breathe. That the man said, “if I come and see her, she will survive, but if I don’t come, she will die.” I sent a reply that I was already on my way to Portguru as such, couldn’t return to see her, concluding that if she could have the heart to do what she did, then she too has to face the consequences. Eventually, she died.

The woman’s daughter raised alarm saying, “I am the one who killed her mother and invited all the youths in the area and informed them that I went to join Ogboni society in Portguru to kill her mother, because she was living in our house in Bori, Ogoni.” Hence, they decided they will go and find out the cause of the woman’s death and requested that I should bring the sum of one hundred thousand naira, while they raise two hundred thousand naira to enable them go to the glass house to find out the cause of her death. They went further to say, if I was the one who killed the woman, I will refund their two hundred thousand naira and they will kill me in retaliation. My elder sister gave them the money and they left for the glass house, where it was revealed to all that the woman killed herself by poisoning the food she prepared for me and my brothers, which she was forced to eat, after the food was suspected to have been poisoned. The Oracle further revealed that the woman’s reason for her evil plan was because she wanted to take-over my father’s properties and for her to succeed, she must make sure my two brothers and I were dead. In particular, I was the prime target because among my father’s children delivered by twenty-six wives, I was the only one my father blessed specially before he gave up the ghost. According to the Oracle, the remaining members of our family were put under the spell of heavy charm for them to live abroad, never to remember coming home till they die. After the visit to the glass house, I concluded that the matter has been rested. But I was wrong.

Arriving home in Portguru, Policemen came and arrested me for killing the woman who was managing our compound in Bori. I followed them to Mile 1 Police Station, Portguru. On arrival, I got to know that the uncle to the daughter of the dead woman was behind my arrest because he rejected the findings at the glass house because according to him those who went there manipulated the outcome, on the belief that they were enemies of their family. I said “Maharaj Ji, please and please I hand over this case to you, Maharaj Ji” I called the Ashram Co-ordinator and told him what was happening. He said I shouldn’t be worried; Maharaj Ji is in control. At the police station, the man accused me of killing his sister. When I was interrogated, I denied the allegation saying, the woman poisoned the food I gave her to cook and when the revelation came, she was made to eat the food first and that was all I knew. However, she died. So, I didn’t see how I should be held responsible for her death. Immediately the woman’s brother took over the case, he used all manners of abusive words on me and said I must be jailed for committing murder. He gave the police N50, 000 to ensure his threat was carried out. I laughed and said “it is not my portion”. By the end of the day, the police told me to go home and take care of my husband who was nursing an injury he sustained in a motor bike accident and my children as one of them was already crying at the Police Station, with instruction that I should report back on Tuesday. Wonders they say, shall never end! On Monday night we received the news that the man had died, with his stomach swollen!!

Everybody in the community were shocked by this strange occurrence, saying “Another strange death again. Na wa for this Guru woman oooo, anybody wey try her dey die ooo” The man was taken to the evil forest and dumped there. If not for Maharaj Ji, my brothers and I would have died of food poisoning the same day. Thanks Maharaj Ji for saving my life. Bole Shri Satguru Dev Maharaj Ji Jai.