Table of Contents:

1. Communications Down
2. The One Behind the No
3. A Deal with the Witch Doctor
4. The Blood in Our Veins
5. Separating Wheat from Tares
6. Four Storylines of Demonic Oppression
7. The Witch’s Mark

Communications Down

18 December 2023

Wyn Van Afrika lives in Cape Town, South Africa and describes spiritual blockages and financial arrest.  There’s an eight-hour time difference from the East Coast of the United States and South Africa and getting together has been challenging.  Afrika tells me, “Others, in the United States, have tried deliverance [on me] and all Hell has broken out in their lives.”  She adds, “Because of what the Lord has me doing.”  She tells me she doesn’t want to scare me off, cackles and I hear a witch in her laughter.  I feel the witch is trying to intimidate me, but I don’t care and Afrika claims, “I am supposed to be operating as a prophetic seer, but I feel as if there’s a veil over my head.”  She’s been going through deliverance for the past four years and learns that the origins of her problems partner through both her mother and father’s bloodlines.  As we meet today, I have trouble getting through the enemy’s first line of defense.  She believes the enemy is angry because of her mission, claims she’s supposed to release prophetic words and is worried “I don’t want to lose my ministry.”  We start slow, but Jesus authorizes me to crash down evil technologies constructed within her being, communications go down, Jesus tells me to “Work through it,” and I find something is “acting as” Jesus in her life. 

The first time we meet on the phone is 7 December 2023.  I lay the foundation for Jesus’ Work, we worship the Lord God Almighty to a song of her choice and begin calling into her house for His Holy Spirit.  I know He’s here; I just want to test who she’s been listening to and how many voices show up to the party, if any.  She hears nothing but a “buzzing” begins in her ears as Jesus tells me, “Evil technology.”  I ask Jesus if I can reach in and grab the one behind the buzzing.  He gives me authorization, so I reach in and grab this one by the chest.  I want to destroy evil technologies built around her ears and tear them down, like New York City scaffolding, to the ground.  I ask, “Are you human or demon?”  This spirit answers, but I want Afrika to hear, as a witness.  I could tell her anything, but I want her to hear and interact with me and Jesus; it’s imperative.

I look at my job as a soldier would see the battlefield.  Me and Jesus are the boots on the ground, the first to the fight.  Once in the area of operation, it’s priority to establish communications. I want those I work with to communicate freely with me and Jesus; opening up spiritual senses; ears, eyes, taste, smell and touch, all of which are available in the spirit.  This doesn’t always just happen. Sometimes we have to wake up the senses or, as I call it, open them up.  Many times, these spiritual senses are taken captive and dulled out of existence, until we wake them up.  Unfortunately, Afrika’s senses are currently dead, Jesus tells me the spirit behind this is human and her name is Mary. 

Scripture tells us that a three-fold cord is not quickly broken.  Once communications is established between the three of us, we are powerful in the spirit realm.  Mary is doing a great job hindering Afrika’s spiritual ears, I command them to be opened and Mary tells me, “I block her hearing.”  I test for Jesus, He’s here, but Afrika cannot confirm, so comms is down and I’m fighting in the dark.  If comms were up, I would try to evangelize this evil human spirit and bring her into the Kingdom of our God.  But I can’t take the chance and have to clear her out before she does any damage.  I call down two angels from Heaven to take Mary to the feet of Jesus, they do and things are still not working.

I call in my wife and oldest daughter, so we can work from the outside of Afrika’s kingdom and break the front lines of the kingdom the enemy has established within hers.  She’s invaded.  I surround their kingdom, lay siege ramps against their walls, blow a trumpet into their kingdom to declare war and send in a gazillion flaming arrows to announce my presence – they already knew I was here.  My girls confirm the human spirit, Mary, comms is still down and my wife hears Jesus say, “Work through it.”  Sometimes this is good for me, sometimes it’s frustrating.  Today it’s frustrating and my daughter hears Jesus say, “Self-reliant.”  I ask Afrika, “Are you self-reliant?”  She answers, “I used to be.  Independent,” but Jesus points out to me that something is “Playing His role.”  She’s been fooled.  She’s hearing someone else’s voice and escribing Jesus’ name to it. 

I tell Afrika, “Go to Jesus’ feet, repent and ask Him to show you who this [imposter] is.”  Jesus gives me a prayer and I ask Afrika to come into agreement. She does, I ask Jesus and He’s “Satisfied.”  I ask, He authorizes, “Crash it down,” so I tear down the evil technology built around her spiritual hearing.  I ask Jesus if He’ll say hello to Afrika.  He says He will, but she is still not hearing.  I mute the conversation and ask Jesus, through my girls, for confirmation, three-fold cord kind of deal, “Is there more sin that needs to be delt with, or what?”  Jesus tells my wife, “Doubt in her heart.  Not in Me, but in your ability [Troy].  Confidence.”  Afrika has no confidence in my ability.  I can be cynical and think to myself, “Why are we talking then?  Didn’t you contact me?” 

Still on mute, just me, my girls and Jesus, I ask, “Does her spirit need to be saved.”  Jesus tells me, “Needs saving.”  I ask Him, “Evangelize?”  He says, “Yes,” so I unmute, call Afrika’s spirit to the front, Afrika gets physically hot and the sound goes away on our overseas call.  Communications down!  We get back online and I walk her through renouncing the things that assist spirits to get in the way of our spiritual gifts: academics, theology, religion, etc.  She does and I get her to “Come into alignment with His teaching.”  I ask her spirit to introduce herself, Afrika cannot hear, I ask the Holy Spirit, “Can You help her?”  He does, Afrika’s not responding and we decide to call this one a day.

The One Behind the No

18 December 2023

Jesus leads me to give Wyn Van Afrika a couple of His stories to read, I believe to open her mind to what we do together, so she will be more open to the process.  When we speak today, I ask, “What did you get from the reading?”  She replies, “Nothing, but a couple things stand out to me.”  I’m thinking, “Nothing?” and ask for further clarification.  She explains, “I want to experience what Frau of the Field experienced.”  She wants the journeys to heaven, deep cleansing and healing.  That’s what she wants, but Jesus is going to do what He wants to do.  This ain’t no circus show.  I tell her and she conforms, “I give up my expectations,” but admits, she’s more confused than ever and Jesus tells her, “You’ve made Me your Savior, now make Me your Lord.”  I ask Jesus to prepare the battlefield, we worship The Living God to a song of her choice and ask the Holy Spirit to navigate our journey this evening.  Jesus tells me, “She’s doubting you,” The One Behind the No is allowing demonic “Traffic” in and out of her being and we find a Serpent riding The Bands of Orion.

I ask how she feels about the renunciations from last time and she tells me a story of how her mother allows two men to “fetch me from school when I was a little girl.  These men were in white coats.  They dropped me off at the daycare, but I don’t remember what happens after this.”  To me, this story screams of SRA abuse, but I cannot confirm this at this point.  I invite Jesus into our presence. He tells me, “I Am here, son” and she hears “Yes” and sees “Yes” flash in her eyes.  Hooray!  She’s both seeing and hearing in the spirit today.  I test the Spirit.  He tells me, “I Am He” and she hears, “No.”  NOOOOO!  What happened?  I reach into that house and grab “The One Behind the No.” 

I demand, “What are you doing in there?”  Afrika sees the word, “’Traffic’ in black and beige,” she describes.  I ask, “Human or demon?” and her ears begin buzzing again, just like last time.  I comment to The One Behind the No, “You think you’re blocking traffic in and out of her, don’t you?”  I hear nothing, but Afrika understands my line of thinking.  I interrogate, “Human or demon, but we hear nothing so I tell this being, “I will consider your nonconformance an act of aggression and attack you.”  We get nothing, so I pin the spirit to the floor and drop a drop of Jesus’ Blood in its mouth.  Nothing.  I put a drop in the left eye, then one in the right eye and demand again, “Human or demon?”  Afrika senses, “Human” and I begin evangelizing.

I tell this human spirit, The One Behind the No, “You’re going to die in there.  Do you want to live or die?  Do you want to eat at the table of the King, or be eaten by those you serve after judgement?”  Evangelizing in this realm is not like evangelizing the flesh.  At first, this female human spirit’s not buying what I’m selling and I continue, “Dead or alive?”  Afrika sees, “Dead.”  Her body’s deceased and her spirit’s enslaved to the kingdom she’s followed in her flesh.  I tell her, “I can get you out,” and ask, “Do you want to be tied to the beings you currently serve for eternity?”  Afrika sees two demons come up behind The One Behind the No and she screams, “No!”  I quickly pin the demons to the floor with spears, release two angels from heaven to escort the female human spirit to the feet of Jesus and ask, “Are you the ones working behind The One Behind the No?”  There’s always a demon behind the human spirit in these places.

The demons acquiesce to my charge, “Yes.”  They’re generational and when I insist, “How many generations,” one claims “Seven” and the other claims, “Ten.”  I’m moving quickly, don’t care so much about semantics, limit my search to the curses and we find one comes from the mother’s bloodline and the other the father’s.  I confirm, these are the ones behind The One Behind the No.  I interrogate, “Ritual or sacrifice?”  There’s no answer, so I release a drop of Jesus’ Blood in each of the demon’s eyes.  They hate it and the main demon confesses, “Sacrifice” and the other confesses “Ritual.”  These two demons work together, using the power of the female human spirit as a shield and a slave to regulate the demonic traffic in and out of Afrika’s spiritual being while stymieing traffic from the Kingdom of Heaven.  I name this diabolical duo, “Traffic.”  Africa repents for giving Traffic a position in her life, I break The Curse of Demonic Traffic, set their work on fire, destroy their thrones and tear down their altars.  I pull everything out; Jesus is satisfied and she experiences pain in her left foot.

“As you made them leave, something began moving around under my ribs,” Afrika tells me as she’s still experiencing buzzing in her ear and pain in her cheekbone.  I check the spiritual condition of the area we just clear, “Traffic, you still there?”  Sometimes these beings hide themselves under multiple curses and we have to find and break each one before making them go for good, full deliverance.  As I ask, the buzzing intensifies, but this is a different being so I reach in, grab this being, tie it upside down and set its head on fire.  I demand the name of this demon, “Show her in her eyes” and he shows Afrika the name “The Bands of Orion.” 

Afrika explains to me, “I had a run in with The Bands of Orion a while back.  We found it’s from my father’s [Bloodline],” but this one never left during deliverance.  I ask the spirit, “You human or demon?”  Afrika hears, “Human.”  I insist on the human name.  She doesn’t give me what I ask, but replies, “Serpent” and I ask, “Who renamed you Serpent?”  She doesn’t answer and I’ve learned that human spirits are more stubborn than demonic, they have more power (image of God), and I’m getting frustrated with a stubborn Afrika.  I’m finding her hard to deal with.  Perhaps it’s what Jesus told my wife, “Afrika’s doubting” me.  Also, she claims to be a deliverance minister herself and I feel this might add to her questioning my methods.  Either way, I’m becoming more and more frustrated with her interruptions and challenges; not that I’m better than her, but she did come to me about things neither she nor others could take care of in the past. 

“Are you dead or alive” I ask the spirit?  She answers, “Dead,” and I begin to evangelize Serpent, the dead evil human spirit.  “You’re working for the wrong team, Serpent.  Like a traitor to your own race.  After judgement, if your still attached to that kingdom, God will give you over to those you now serve and they will eat you for eternity.  I can get you out of there.  Are you interested?”  Afrika’s hearing’s not working so great, comms is distorted, she begins experiencing pain in her left kidney and I continue to call out to human Serpent.  Jesus tells me, “I took her.  She’s with Me.”  Human Serpent got saved, so I direct my attention to the demon behind her.

I grab this demon spirit up and demand his function.  His function’s death and he gets in ancestrally.  I demand, “mother or father’s bloodline” and he shows Afrika an image of her mother’s face, then her father’s.  Afrika forgives the ancestors of both her mother and father’s bloodlines for entering agreements which sell out their future descendants to Death.  I ask Jesus, “You satisfied, Sir?”  He says, “Yes,” she divorces Death, I break The Curse of Death and torch the whole place with fire from the Throne of God.  I put my hooks in Death, drag him out and sling him into Hell to burn.  I’m a terrible builder in the flesh, but Jesus has made me a great spiritual builder, so I build them an altar to meet at when she has feelings of death, He names it “Life” and tells her, “Seek My Life.”  We complete this work and she tells me, “There’s another, stuck on my right kidney, going into my stomach.” 

I ask Jesus, “Is the one behind the Curse of Death gone?”  Afrika hears, “Yes,” “No,” “Yes,” “No.”  Both Death and The Holy Spirit are speaking.  Death’s still there, holding onto another curse and Afrika’s being difficult to help.  I’m trying to concentrate on this confusing ball of perplexity and she’s not helping me.  I feel as if she’s asking for my help, but not receiving it; like we’re fighting or something.  This is when things go off the rails for me.  I begin yelling at Afrika, “Stop!  Can you just shut up and let me do my job!”  As soon as I do this, I see the Father in heaven rise up and I get a stern scolding from Jesus.  I’ve never had this happen before and I feel cast-down, corrected, put in my place.  I just messed up!  He loves her and I’m His servant.  I overstepped my boundaries.  I’m crying as I write this to you, a day later.  I feel like a kid who just let down his father.  I’m broken hearted and apologize to Afrika, although, I’ve hurt her feelings.  I feel terrible.  I ask His forgiveness and He later gives me this verse.

Even though I feel this way, I can’t stop.  We’re in the middle of this battle and we have to move on.  I demand, “What are you holding onto now?”  My attitude’s changed, because of my scolding, I’m not as bold and send love and kindness into that house.  Death tells me, “I’m holding onto her life.”  I ask Jesus, “Does Death have legal rights here?”  Jesus tells me, “Yes” and I ask Him if He can tell me what they are.  He simply responds, “Self.”  I ask Him, “What’s she doing to allow this demon legal rights?”  He doesn’t answer, but Afrika does and says, “I have a confession to make.” 

I’m on the edge of my seat and Afrika divulges her confession, “I smoke cigarettes.”  I hear this and I’m deflated with disappointment.  I’m thinking she’s going to tell me she’s murdered someone or something!  “I smoked for twenty years,” I’m thinking, “Who cares?”  But that’s not what this confession’s about.  It’s deeper and she continues, “I have a spirit of addiction.  The thing that comes in through my mother’s bloodline is from Egypt.  I’m running into the same problems as before I get mad at her and feel she’s limiting her [deliverance] potential by looking for tangible problems; lack of faith.  The arena we work in is spiritual, not tangible; not yet.  We’ve been doing this for a while and I’m beginning to feel overwhelmed.  We work through this area, I ask Jesus, “Are you satisfied?”  He confirms and I destroy The Curse of the Smoke. She’s feeling pain in her left shoulder, I’ve had enough, got to go and we close up the session.  Next time we need to find out what is this connection to Egypt.

A Deal with the Witch Doctor

9 January 2024

We begin today and Afrika is confused.  I’m sure she’s wondering how all these things have happened to her as she has no recollection of them.  Sin has to be delt with to be absolved.  Memories have to be unraveled before they can be fixed and abuses have to be worked through before the attachments can be removed and healing can be administered.  All things have to be dealt with; they don’t just go away.  We have to work through the atrocities committed against her, both human and demonic, regardless of how foul and horrible; but Jesus will not force these things.  He will only go as far as she will allow, free will, as much as she can handle to set her free in the flesh.   Jesus and I do the necessary work to begin the process, we worship The Father to a song of her choice and I invite the Holy Spirit in to navigate our journey today.  He tells me, “I Am here” and Afrika, “Yes.”  Wait!!!  She heard Him.  I test the Spirit; He tells us both “Yes” and we’re in business.  Amen; however, a lying, antichrist spirit tells us to cleanse the bloodline.  Jesus tells us a “Garbler” is projecting distortion and confusion on her and we find a fat snake feeding on her power and strength. 

I defer to Jesus, “What do you want to do with Your daughter, Sir?” and He suggests, “Cleanse the bloodline.”  I don’t trust Afrika’s spiritual hearing yet, so I call in my wife and daughter, to intercede on her behalf again.  I’m not listening to any lying spirits today, Satan!  I ask Jesus if the one who answers Afrika is Him.  My wife, daughter and I all hear “No,” so I reach into her being, grab this liar by the chest, place it at the position of attention in front of my spirit and demand “Human or demon?”  It’s a human.  I evangelize the human spirit; she wants to be saved, so I invite Jesus in to meet her. 

As Jesus is working with the evil human spirit, I ask Him what the spirit’s function is.  He answers my daughter, “Pain” and my wife, “Garble.”  The human spirit accepts Jesus, I go after the demon behind her, secure him and ask, “How’d you get in here?”  Afrika hears, “Star,” my wife hears, “Generational curse” and my daughter, “Misery.”  I ask and Jesus tells me the demon comes in through both the mother’s and father’s bloodlines and its function is to “Distort” and “Confusion.” 

We do the work, she forgives her parents and all descending generations back to Adam & Eve and then herself, for her participation in this deal.  Jesus is “Satisfied,” so I break The Curse of Confusion, pull out the Garbler and send him to Hell.  This area’s clear of the demon, so I call into that house for any captive human spirits.  Afrika hears, “Yes” and my wife hears, “Four.”  I net these human spirits and deliver them to the feet of Jesus.  At this, Afrika sees a vision of a two-story house and tells us, “It’s shaking like an earthquake.”  I’m not sure what the shaking house is all about yet and ask Jesus if we can put a new altar into that area for her and Him to meet at in the future.  He answers, “No, not yet” and I ask, “What’s left [in this place]?”  Jesus replies through my wife, “She needs to replace all lies with My Truth, then you can replace their altar with My Altar of Truth” and Afrika hears, “Pandorah’s box.”  We put every lie she’s ever been told, knowing or unknowing, in a pile, in neutral place and I set the pile on fire and destroy it.  I clean the pile of burnt lies and replace them with the Truth of Jesus.

Pandorah’s box is an occultic allegory for hidden mysteries.  I skip this response and ask Jesus, straight, “What’s next?”  Afrika hears, “Genealogy.  Bloodline” and my girls hear nothing.  I’m suspicious and test the spirit behind that answer.  Afrika hears, “No” and I go after that spirit, securing it and interrogating, “How’d you get in there?”  Jesus answers my wife, “Birth” and Afrika, “Father,” so I set the spirit on fire and demand the covenant made between them.  The deal is made at her birth and Afrika sees a face, painted white.  It’s a witchdoctor and the words “Strength” and “Power” come to her.  Her father made a deal with the witchdoctor for strength and power, using her as currency.  She forgives her father for making the deal, asks forgiveness for her part in the deal (successive, during her lifetime), I break the curse and demand the spirit to leave.

Afrika tells us, “I see a snake.”  I ask, “What’s he doing?”  She replies, “He’s slithering away” and I know that he’s leaving.  I’m excited, Wyn Van Africa is starting to see and hear.  This is very encouraging for the work to come.  She tells me, concerning the snake, “He was fat.”  I tell her, “He was fat from feeding on your power and strength.”  I clean out the area, Jesus tells me to replace the snake’s altar with a “Natural altar called Life and Love.”  The next time Afrika feels she needs to search for strength and power outside of Jesus, she will come to this altar, in her spirit, and seek His strength and power.  He’s happy to give it abundantly.  I cleanse the place with the Blood of Jesus, she wants to process everything that’s happened today, so we close shop. I’m excited for what’s next.   

The Blood in Our Veins

2 February 2024

On 16 January 2024, Wyn Van Afrika reads about The Devourer and sends me a message, speaking about her “assignments,” possible principalities and I hear a water spirit in her navel.  She’s been dedicated to a water spirit, through her umbilical cord and I suspect Mommy Waters, The Queen of the Coast, or her male aspect (manifestation), Olokun.  I’m not sure she’s aware of this, but we speak today and she tells me of attacks.  Afrika began doing deliverance on her sister and two days later, she’s aware she’s fallen outside the Lord’s will and her spirit man’s “irritated;” so, she stops and then the attacks begin.  Jesus and I lay the foundation for our work today, her and I worship the Lord God Almighty with a song of her choice, I invite the Holy Spirit in, to which He tells me, “I Am here,” but she still can’t hear.  I test the Spirit; Jesus says “I Am here,” we get to work and I find one who eats the pain of her abuse.  A Nephilim’s been having sex with the females in her mother’s bloodline, there’s a partnership between a hybrid and an androgynous West African deity and I find that humans are walking the earth with Nephilim blood. 

I’m tired of this blockage. I want her to hear so we can move on to some real work.  I call the one behind the blockage, reach in, grab this one and squeeze.  I don’t get his name, but he’s a demon and he get’s in through the lies of the ancestors.  I ask what his function is and he tells me, “Distortion, manipulation.”  He’s generational.  I ask, “What deal did you make with her ancestors,” and he admits, “I give them lies.  Their lies lead to abuse.  Then they lie to cover the abuse.  I eat the abuse.” 

This curse comes through her father’s bloodline.  She does the necessary work, I break The Curse of Lies and the buzzing intensifies in her ears while Afrika tells me, “When you broke that curse I could feel something crawling in my ear.”  I grab some holy Q-Tips from the bathroom of Heaven, dip them in the Blood of Jesus and cleanse her ears.  This demon’s gone, Jesus is “Satisfied” and I replace his altar with an altar for Jesus, named “Truth.”  Amen!

I suspect Olokun from the beginning, so after I remove the demon, I go for Olokun’s throat.  I call down into that house and Afrika says, “I hear the word, ‘Weasel,’ then the children’s song, ‘All Around the Mulberry Bush.’”  I spear him and set him on fire, pinning his arms and legs to the floor and demanding, “Did you come in through the umbilical cord?”  He says nothing.  I demand, “Human or demon,” but he’s playing with me still and sings in a mocking fashion, “I’ll never tell!”  Afrika feels his rage and I feel “Nephilim” in my spirit.  It’s not Olokun!  I don’t waste any time and ask, “Jesus, will You sweep him out of the way, or give me authority to deal with him?”  Jesus tells me, “You have My authority to deal with him.”  The Nephilim argues his position, “I’ve always been here!”  He tells me he comes in through the mother’s bloodline.  I demand the deal and he tells me, “I didn’t need a deal.  They were whores.  They all loved me,” so he was sexing them all!    

This Nephilim is vulgar and ostentatious.   I want his name, but I’m having no success.  He tells me, “I go by many names.”  I’m trying to figure out his legal right to the bloodline, know there were sex rituals and ask, “What did you give them?”  He arrogantly answers, “Semen.”  “You were making babies,” I probe?  He answers, “The baby’s they so longed for.”  I ask, “Where were their men?”  He gives a short answer, “Cut off!”  I ask and Jesus confirms, “The Nephilim made the men sterile” so he could birth his own babies.  These women bore half-Nephilim babies into our culture.  These are living in our world today; the walking, living, breathing lineage of the Nephilim!

I got everything I need.  I break The Curse of the Nephilim Babies, do the work and send this Nephilim to Hell.  I ask and Jesus gives me authorization to rescue all volunteer and enslaved human spirits to this Nephilim.  I do and then look for babies.  I net the captive babies and pull them out like a fishing boat’s catch and deliver them to the feet of Jesus.  I cleanse the Nephilim’s area of operation, Jesus is “Satisfied,” I ask if He wants a new altar in that place and He says, “Please.”  I ask, “What will You name it, Sir?”  He responds, “Purity” and I know something else is there. 

I feel to call the name I call earlier and get no response.  I call out Olokun and Jesus tells me, “These two worked together.”  I ask, “How did he get in here?”  Jesus replies, “Baby” and I know he’s generational.  I believe Olokun is the male aspect of Mami Wata (Mommy Water), an East African water deity.  You can click the link, “Olokun” and learn more.  Regardless of the connection or not, I got him and I get to work.  Olokun came in when Afrika was a baby. 

I ask, “Umbilical cord?  In utero?” and Olokun says, “Yes.”  He comes in through the mother’s bloodline, I ask how many generations and this African water deity is being sarcastic, “Just a few.  Twenty or thirty.”  I set him on fire and demand the deal.  He answers, “Longevity.  Trickery.  I’m the one who ended up with the longevity.”  I ask what he gets out the deal and he answers, “Blood,” but the deal is constructed on the placenta of the womb, not necessarily baby’s blood.  In this partnership, the deal is sealed in the lie of longevity (life/power/rule), the Nephilim births those from his own bloodline (seed) into our world and, afterwards, Olokun gets to eat the placentas of the newborns of every generation. 

I instruct Afrika to call back all the blood (placentas) and send it to where they came.  Jesus loves this and is “Satisfied.”  I break The Curse of the Placenta Eater, cast him to Hell and he leaves with a sigh, but not without giving her sharp pain in her right leg and thigh.   I ask Jesus, “Gone?”  Jesus tells me, “Banished” and doesn’t want an altar in this place.  I call for all captive human spirits and we hear a chorus of voices calling out things like, “Me” and “Over here.”  I pull them out, giving them a quick message, “Behold, your King!” and drop them gently at Jesus’ feet.  I’m curious and ask Jesus, “What did you mean, ‘Banished,’ like, for a time?”  He replies, “Gone, never to return” and I inquire, “Why no altar?”  He answers, “The one for the Nephilim.  It works for both of these,” so “Purity” sits in both places.  I ask Him, “Next?”  He says, “That’s enough for today” and we close the session. 

Separating Wheat from Tares

13 February 2024

It’s been over a week since I’ve spoken with Wyn Van Afrika.  She’s had a vision of her being in God’s big hands, sees a “big man, handsome and flawless” come into her bedroom as she’s laying on her bed (vision?), something’s attached to her back, refers one to me who “Needs deliverance,” and she’s still experiencing ringing in her ears.  Jesus and I do the necessary work, Africa and I worship The Most High with a song of her choice and I invite the Holy Spirit in to navigate our journey.  The Spirit of the Living God tells me, “I Am with you,” she senses, “Yes.”  I test, it’s Him, we get started and Jesus says a “word” our human minds could never understand.  He separates Nephilim and human DNA, a Handsome Man is coming to her in her sleep, to make “babies” and I reach in, grab and squeeze a human witch spirit at the “Base of the Mountain.”

While we’re worshiping, I ask Jesus, “What do You want to do with us today, Sir?”  He answers me, “We’re going to clean house,” I know to get her to surrender and prepare the way for Him to complete His will in her life.  I test her spiritual hearing and she’s hearing ringing, buzzing, again.  I’m frustrated and reminded of The Prince of Demons Lives in Jersey.  In that story the woman’s heavily infiltrated with family witchcraft, I deliver her of them and the next time we speak, they’re back; every time, the same characters.  While He reminds me of Jersey, He also puts the story of The Wheat and the Tares in my mind.  I tell her the story about Jersey, as it relates it to her.  Every time we get back together, this buzzing’s back again.  Also, my version of The Wheat and Tares story is very supernatural and applies specifically to what I do.  I tell her and at the end Jesus adds that the separation of the wheat from the tares has to do with DNA, again, as it relates to her story, of course.  In this parable, to haphazardly remove the tares (infiltrated DNA) from the wheat (human DNA) is dangerous for the wheat and requires special care.  There are many interpretations of this story and He can use them all, but when I tell her these things, I feel her religious view of Christianity don’t allow for this interpretation as she laughs and says, “Weird.”

I’m thinking about Him saying, “clean house,” go back in my notes and the “Handsom Man” is highlighted to me.  I call this “handsome and flawless” man, reach in, grab his chest, squeeze the air out of his body and interrogate.  Before I get too far, she begins to tell me a story about a woman she’s working with in the United States, deliverance.  What?  This is the first I’ve heard of this woman, I think, and I feel “she’s a witch” in my spirit.  I listen and she explains to me how the woman from the US is telling her things about the woman she lives with in South Africa.  This deliverance woman’s name is “Base of the Mountain” and she tells Afrika that “The husband of the woman you live with is perverted and has put something [spiritual] on your back.”   

I feel Afrika’s deeply entrenched in witchcraft and move to have her read a prayer from Dan Duval to destroy it.  She does, her ears clear-up, I go back to address the Handsome Man and she tells me, “I just closed my eyes and fee as if I’m going forward [pushed] and someone is [standing] behind me” and “Now my head feels weird.”   He’s still bound.  I ask and he’s not a demon, not a human; he’s a Nephilim, I ask Jesus for the authority to go after him.  Jesus extends, so I pin him to the floor and set him on fire. This isn’t a handsome man at all.  He’s the grotesque, filthy spirit of a once, flesh, hybrid being living on the earth; a descendant of the unholy progeny between Fallen Angels and humans.  I interrogate and find he’s come in through the mother’s bloodline and, when I ask him the deal he’s made and he says, “They gave me babies.”  Wait!  This is the same Nephilim as before.  I ask and he confirms, “Yes.”  I demand how he gets back; he lies and I call my wife to tag-team this vulgar being.

The “Handsome Man’s” a Nephilim and I’m tired of his lies.  I open his big, vulgar mouth and drip a drop of Jesus’ blood down is throat and demand the deal he’s made to get back in.  He’s tough, won’t answer me, but shows Afrika how he’s visited her twice, on her bed, since our last call, to provoke me.  Jesus tells us to break the bondage between Afrika and her ancestors; evidently, the Nephilim’s deal with the ancestors has created a soul tie which allows him to continue to come back and create babies with Afrika, despite the last deliverance – I didn’t break this.  She renounces the soul tie, I break it and the Handsome Man’s gone, just like that!  I ask Jesus if He wants an altar.  He gives my wife a name for the altar, but she can’t pronounce it.  She tells me, “I can’t say the word.  It means something like, ‘To purify’ but it’s much deeper than that, ‘refining’ but it means so much more; like to completely deconstruct and restore as perfect.  This is greater than fire and purifying.”  I ask Jesus, “What is this word?  What language is this?”  He responds, “It’s My word.  It’s to purify her blood” and I understand, “The Wheat and the Tares.”  He separated the Nephilim DNA from her blood.  Only He can do this!  He removed the Nephilim tares. 

We continue and I bring up the woman she’s trusted for deliverance in the United States, Base of the Mountain.  Afrika’s believed she’s a “Seer.”  I ask Jesus, “Is it true?  Is Base of the Mountain a witch?”  He tells me, “Yes” and that the ear ringing is connected to her also.  Then I ask Him, “Is Base of the Mountain’s spirit connected to Afrika’s?”  Jesus answers, “Yes,” so I reach into Afrika’s being, grab the spirit of this witch and squeeze the air out of her body.  I interrogate and find Base of the Mountain’s in it for power.  I evangelize, but one cannot evangelize an evil human spirit as one would a flesh being on the street.  Most flesh beings no nothing of the realm these spirits operate in.  I tell her, “You will have no power in Hell.  If you enter into judgement, working for the ones you work for now, you will be turned over to them and become their food for eternity.  The only One with true power is Jesus.  I can invite Him in to meet you if you’re willing.”  My wife feels her, “She’s resisting” and I instruct Afrika, “Forgive her for deceiving you.  Tell her you forgive her and encourage her to let Jesus in.”  She does, the human spirit accepts my terms, I invite Jesus in, my wife says, “I feel peace” and the spirit of Base of the Mountain is saved. 

I’m thinking and ask Afrika, “Wait, is this the woman you referred to me for deliverance?”  It turns out it is!  This witch wanted to infiltrate my ministry as she did Afrika.  When I asked Jesus earlier in the week, He told me “No” concerning this woman, now I see why.  Today, I’ve learned that Afrika’s been holding a lot of information back from me.  Base of the Mountain’s the one who sent the spiritual attachment to Afrika’s back and blamed it on the husband of the couple she lives with in Cape Town. Witches are good at sowing discord and I begin wondering what if there’s anything I can do with all these Nephilim babies. 

I ask Jesus what I should do about the Nephilim babies and He tells me, “Nothing.”  I know this Nephilim used to make material babies with her ancestors and today we learn he’s been making spiritual babies with her.  I ask and Jesus teaches me, “There was a time when they could make biological babies through human females.  Then, there was a period in history, a transition from biological to spirit babies.”  I ask, “What did he do with the spirit babies?” and Jesus answers in one word, “Consumption.”  Brutal.     

There’s no more tares in the Wheat and, as it relates to my opening statements, God IS holding her, the “Handsome Man” Nephilim is gone, Base of the Mountain is the one who sent what’s attached to her back, is a witch, but now her spirit belongs to Jesus and I’m asking Him to give me the opportunity to pursue this witch in America.  I want to be the agent who leads both her flesh and her spirit to Christ.  Salvation is much more complex than what you’ve learned in Sunday School.   

Four Storylines of Demonic Oppression

22 February 2024

Wyn Van Afrika loves information, knowledge.  She’s always searching for another new teaching, or path to deliverance.  As we finish last session, Jesus gives her a message about her quest for knowledge, telling her, “No one outside of Troy for deliverance.”  This isn’t about me, it’s about the enemy using the paths she chooses, even if they are good.  Satan fuses himself into the good, infiltrates and deceives what Jesus is doing if protocol is not followed.  For instance, before we start this process, she tries online prayer and feels witchcraft enter her body.  It’s so strong it knocks her out and she wakes up later, having been asleep on her stomach with the phone in her hand.  We continue talking and I find that last week, after Jesus tells her no more, she receives information from one in the USA who discusses open doors and thrones with her over the phone.  Again, this is all fine and good unless Jesus advises against it, then we move in the realm of disobedience.  Who’s the Deliverer?  It’s Jesus!  She agrees, repents and we move on to today’s journey.  I do the necessary work with Jesus, we worship The Most High God to a song of her choice and I invite the Holy Spirit in to navigate our journey.  He answers me, “I Am here,” I test him and He responds, “I Am that One.”  Today, we find Jesus has given her an order, but she disobeys.  I find a demon whose been producing babies through the women of her mother’s bloodline, using the babies as a food source and I run across four storylines of demonic oppression.   

The last time we were together I didn’t get the demon operating behind Base of the Mountain.  I forgot, so I ask Jesus, He gives me the authority, I reach into her Areas of Dominion and grab this being, spear him to the ground and set him on fire.  I interrogate this demon, find he’s generational and enters through her father’s bloodline.  The ringing in Afrika’s ears is gone, but she’s still having a hard time hearing Jesus.  I think, “Maybe if her and I go nonverbal, she will be able to hear something.”

The deal is witchcraft, but I want to know the details so I can break it.  I ask the demon “What did the father’s ancestors give you?”  He answers, “Their future generations” and continues to tell me he gives them power in exchange.  I’m breaking The Curse of Witchcraft and Jesus alerts me, “They’ve shed blood for this deal.”  I get Afrika to do the necessary work and I find both human spirit and soul fragments being held captive.  I pull the demon out by the head and his minions are attached to his feet, in a string, as if they are holding on for dear life.  I lift them all out and throw them into the pit of Hell to burn as it relates to this curse, but he’s still there.  She feels something under her ribcage, “It’s like a weight” she describes and I know he’s holding onto another curse. 

I continue to interrogate and he tells me he’s holding onto “Children!”  These children are the spirits of the children her father’s ancestors sacrificed to him.  I lower my fishing net into his area of operation, dredge the bottom and pull-out spirit frags, soul frags, Afrika’s stolen gifts, her freedom and other.  “I feel peace,” she tells me, “But there’s a tingling in my feet.”  He’s still there!  I ask what he’s still holding onto, but he’s not answering.  I drip the Blood down the demon’s throat again and go to Jesus.  Jesus tells me, “The curse is on the mother’s bloodline.  They became whores for position and status.”  Wow.  Jesus isn’t playing bro!  Afrika forgives her ancestors for making such a bogus deal, asks forgiveness for any part she may have played, renounces the deal, rebukes the demon and I break The Curse of Whoredom for Position.  The demon’s leaving and I learn he’s used the woman of Africa’s ancestry to produce babies, of which he uses as food.  My job isn’t always pretty and I can hear this upsets Afrika.  I clean these areas and destroy the demon’s throne and altar.  Jesus tells me to remove all demonic semen and sexual impurity from Afrika’s being as it relates to this curse.  I do and He tells me to replace the demon’s altar with His Altar of Purity.  It is done.  I ask Jesus and He’s “Satisfied.”  We gather ourselves and Africa begins telling me things that are coming to mind.  As she does, I find four stories of oppression: three years of celibacy, warfare with a warlock, snakes in her womb and tadpoles in her calves. 

Three Years of Celibacy

I write these down as she’s narrating.  I’m trying to remain concise and deal with each issue separately as these beings thrive on confusion and deception.  The first storyline is Three Years of Celibacy.  She makes this decision and remains celibate for the last three years.  As she’s describing her decision, I’m feeling Jesus telling me, “That wasn’t for Me.”  Afrika has a history of men chasing her with a predator spirit.  The spirit behind Afrika’s spirit is the victim spirit.  In an evil spiritual realm, these two are a perfect match and attracted to one another. 

I grab the demon and slam him to the floor, demanding, “Are you generational or local [to her sin]?”  He’s not talking.  I drip the Blood of Jesus into his mouth, smack him three times and the demon puts a story in Afrika’s mind.  She narrates, “Before I made the decision for celibacy, I had a fling with a married man.  I was devastated and felt I was distracted from Jesus by this man.  This is how I made the decision to become celibate for Jesus.  I made the decision and asked Jesus to take away all thoughts and feelings about sex.  After making the decision, I felt something leap into my chest and I became celibate from that point, but, in the past couple weeks the sexual feelings have been surfacing again.”  

I ask the demon, “Did you come in through this man?”  He doesn’t answer.  Afrika has to confess this before a Holy God and repent, officially, before we can remove this demon.  He has legal right to her being if we don’t address him properly.  She does the work, we take the power from the demon and I call to the demon again, “Did you come in through this man, the illicit relationship?”  Afrika says, “I feel it’s gone.”  I don’t believe her.  That was too easy, lol.  I ask Jesus and He confirms, “Yes,” the demon is gone.  All she had to do was ask forgiveness and renounce the relationship.  The demon had no legal right, no roots.  He’s gone.

We find her propensity to make decisions outside the will of Jesus is not only recent, it’s her history.  Wyn Van Afrika needs to tune into the voice of Jesus.  This will happen and has been the premise of my work with her.  Since our meetings began, I’ve been trying to open her infiltrated communication lines and get her to hear His voice.  We’re experiencing small victories, but still have work to do.  As it relates to the work today, her fear of making wrong decisions leads to her making decisions that cause her pain.  Again, this would be different if her lines of communication with Jesus were better.  We’re still working, however, as far as today is concerned, we’ve been working three hours and I need to take my daughter to her basketball game, come home and cook dinner.  I cut the meeting short and I know, when we pick up again, I’m dealing with the remaining three of the Four Storylines of Demonic Oppression. 

The Witch’s Mark

16 May 2024

I’ve not spoken to Wyn Van Afrika since February 2024.  We catch-up and she’s moved out from the home she lived the last time we spoke.  Jesus is giving her visions.  She sees a vision of a woman, the one she’s just moved from, and sees this woman collapsing at the Gates of Heaven.  This is significant, so we must identify this woman.  We will call her, The White Ring.  We learn The White Ring is a powerful witch; she welcomes Afrika as a Christian in the flesh, but curses and attacks her in the spirit.  Afrika has moved, but White Ring continues to harass her in the spirit.  Jesus and I do the necessary work to prepare for this day’s journey, we worship God Almighty with a song of her choice and I invite the Holy Spirit in to navigate His work.  In the documentation below, Jesus shows her one, collapsing at the Gates of Heaven.  She feels “Vampire spirits have access to me” and  a powerful witch has gained access to her posing as a Christian.

After we worship, I speak to Jesus.  He returns salutations, I test the spirit and He checks approved.  I ask, “What do You want to do with us today, Sir?”  He answers, “She has questions” and tells me He will answer her questions through me.  I ask, she trusts me, so we move forward.  She asks the Lord, “I need to know what opened the door that allows these blood suckers access to me.”  Jesus gives me the words and I speak them to her, “This problem relates to [The White Ring].  You moved into her home, but the problem goes deeper.  Energy.  Health.  Finances.  These things have been stolen from you for a long time.  [White Ring] is only piggy backing off the existing curse.  She found this open door.  To discontinue this cycle in your life, this door must be closed.”  Afrika tells me, “He just answered both my questions in one shot.  My second question was about the finances.”  She’s satisfied and we move forward.  I ask Jesus, “What’s next?”  He says, “We’re going to get these things back for her.”  Exciting. 

We move swiftly, with Speed & Efficiency.  I grab the one behind the open door and demand its identity: “Human, demon, Nephilim, Fallen Angel, Principality, or what” I ask?  He answers, “Demon” and he’s come in through Afrika’s mother’s bloodline, “Witchcraft” he says.  I overwhelm this evil spirit and ask, “What did her ancestors give you?”  He answers, “Access to them,” and confesses to having entered many generations ago; “10 and 15” he says – two entry points.  So, the curse is brokered as Witchcraft for Access; the ancestors sold out their succeeding generations for knowledge of witchcraft.  Jesus extends the authority, we do the work, I smash the curse, pull out this demon, dredge his pit and take back everything he’s stolen.  Jesus is “Satisfied” and we move forward.  

I call up the spirit of The White Ring and place her before me.  She answers, “Yes.”  I ask, “What are you doing in there?”  White Ring answers, “Feeding.”  She’s feeding off the humanity of Wyn Von Afrika and I tell her, “You act like a demon.  Why?”  Ring answers, “[Lust for] Power.”  We speak, I remind her of her humanity, her illegal alignment with the enemy of mankind and, therefore, her betrayal.  This one’s a minnow, swimming with sharks.  It’s inevitable that she will get bitten; if not in this time, definitely after judgement and she’ll be devoured by those she’s aligned herself with in this life.  She’s destined to Hell.  I give The White Ring multiple chances to meet Jesus in that place.  She declines every time, I’m about to sweep out and feel, “Once more.”  I offer, she accepts and I invite Jesus in to speak with her.  Afrika sees her and Jesus standing face to face, about a foot apart and there’s darkness all around them.  I tell Afrika, “Forgive and release her to Jesus.”  She does and the space begins to get lighter around them.  She sees Ring in Jesus’ arms.  Ring’s spirit accepts Him and they walk away together.  Wonderful. I feel the reader should understand some background on this situation.

The White Ring acted as a friend to Wyn Van Afrika and took her into her home.  In the spirit realm, these witch’s spirits see God’s anointing on the Christian.  They can either voluntarily or involuntarily work the assignments given from their captors or voluntarily attack the Christian’s gifting, light, anointing, etc., on their own.  The spirit of The White Ring attacked, by the power of her demonic master, but on her own accord, and was feeding off the flesh of Afrika while placing a “Mark” on her spirit.   What’s worse is that The White Ring is the head of a regional Christian prayer group in South Africa.  When we began our work today, Wyn Van Afrika explains to me how the Lord had showed her White Ring collapsing at the gates of Heaven.  To this she adds, “The Lord said, ‘I have not yet removed her from the Lambs Book of Life.’  I also saw her, in the spirit, running altars in her home with cords coming out of her head.  Jesus also shows me her husband as a living corpse.”  Jesus had a great plan for a witch’s spirit today and Afrika is now exercising her gifts at a higher level.  We move forward. 

I look at my notes, from our interview period and see the word, “Vampire.”  I reach into her Areas of Dominion and pull out the Vampire.  I slam him on his back, spear him to the floor and overwhelm him with fire from the Throne Room of God.  My throat is burning and I learn he’s a Fallen Angel.  He comes in through the mother’s bloodline.  I ask, “What did you demand from the ancestors?”  He scoffs, “Blood.”  I ask, “What did you promise them?”  he responds, “Power.”  I try to find out when he enters the bloodline.  He won’t answer and Jesus says, “Babylon.”  She does the necessary work, I cut the Fallen Angel’s cords, call down angels from Heaven to sweep him out and Jesus is “Satisfied.” 

We’re all clear for the day and I ask Jesus about the Mark placed over her spirit, “Did it come from The White Ring or the Vampire (Fallen Angel), Sir?”  Jesus tells me, “Both.”  I ask, “Can I remove it?”  He gives me the go ahead, I pull out the Mark, set it on fire in the pit of Hell and cleanse the areas affected with the Blood of Jesus.  I reapply the Mark of Jesus over her life.  As I’m writing this to you, Jesus is telling me to share, “She couldn’t receive this freedom living under the ones she had been placed under in the past.  She needed to be broken free to receive today’s blessing and liberation.  Living in [The White Ring’s] home was a covering over her, an authority.  She needed to be removed from all other authority before she could be set totally free.  She needs to rely on Me in the future.”