TESTIMONY OF JOSEPH TSHOPA N°1
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born again Christian. He took me to church. The
pastor prayed for me, and the spirit of madness left
me and I was healed in the name of Jesus Christ.
After my deliverance from madness, I became a
member of the Pentecostal church of Fepaco. I
sang in the choir but I was not born again, like
many people who go to church but are not born
again Christians I was very young at that time.
At the age of 20 I had found work in a night club
in the city centre. But all this was arranged in the
realm of satan who watched my life and controlled
me. Indeed, since the day my mother visited the
witch doctor, she had opened the door to the world
of satan who controlled the lives of her children.
During all these years, my life was monitored in
the underwater kingdom through a magic mirror.
They had already decided that I would be their
servant. Because of my mother’s visit to the
witch doctor, they had the legal right over my life.
One day while I was working in this nightclub, I
was watching the door as usual and I saw a very
beautiful woman. She had a lot of hair and had the
size of a model. I was delighted, captivated and
dazzled by her beauty.
I said to her, “Miss, you’re not supposed to come
to this kind of place, what are you doing here?
This place does not suit you.” To my amazement
the beautiful woman said to me, “Darling, I came
here especially for you.” I could not believe what
I heard; it was too good for me. Beloved, this
beautiful woman was a mermaid sent by the world
of darkness precisely for me. I could not realise
it. We agreed to find a place to live together. So
we started living together. Whenever we went out,
people were amazed by her beauty, and I was proud
of myself; but I was bewitched without knowing it.
One day I had to visit my mother and I was looking
for my shoes. I was looking for a pair of shoes that
could match the colour of my suit, since I used to
dress in fashion. While I was looking under the bed,
I noticed a cleansing product and a bottle of water
containing a fish inside. I was surprised because
I knew I did not put those things there. As soon
as I took the bottle of water containing the fish,
the bottle stuck to my hand. I was electrocuted, I
vibrated and trembled. I started screaming for help.
I struggled to remove the bottle from my hand, but
my efforts were unsuccessful. So I heard a voice in
me telling me to remember the name I was singing
when I was a member of the choir of the church of
Fepaco. Indeed, after my healing from madness,
although I was a child and even though I was not
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born again, I went regularly to church. I heard
the voice tell me to use the name of Jesus Christ
against the bottle that was stuck on my hand.
When I invoked the name of Jesus Christ of
Nazareth, the bottle came off my hand and fell
to the ground. I tried unsuccessfully to open the
bottle. Then I took a hammer and tried to break
the bottle, but this bottle was even resistant to the
hammer. Several times I tried to break this bottle
with the hammer, but without success. I could not
understand; I was shocked to find that this glass
bottle was resistant to an iron hammer. While I
was using the hammer against the bottle, the fish in
the bottle was making movements. Then suddenly,
and with my own eyes, I saw my girlfriend enter
the house through the wall. She crossed the wall
of our room. I was shocked. I told myself that I
was dealing with a woman using charms and
superstition to dominate and control me. I could
not realise that I was dealing with a mermaid who
physically came to earth just for me. She came
into my life with a specific mission.
When the mermaid crossed the wall, she told me
to give her the bottle. I thought she was just an
ordinary woman using charm and spell. So I told
her, “I’m not going to give you the bottle, you must
know that I’m a master in martial arts, if you dare
I’ll beat you up today.” I said to her, “How can
you use charm and spell to bewitch and control
me.” Dear brothers and sisters, I was about to hit
this woman, when suddenly she breathed on me.
As a result, I collapsed on the floor. It was a Friday
night when I collapsed into a coma, and when I
woke up from this coma I realised it was Sunday
morning. While I was in a coma for two days,
something happened. It was like a dream, but it
was not one. Christians, I want to warn you not to
neglect dreams!
In fact, when I was in a coma, the mermaid
transported me to the underwater world. I saw
myself celebrating, we were eating meat and
drinking red wine, it was actually human blood. It
was like a wedding celebration for me, they put a
ring on my finger and a bracelet on my hand. During
this wedding party under the sea, I was surrounded
by people half-man and half-fish. Then I woke up.
Grace be with you all who have
Jesus Christ as Master!
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Dear brothers and dear friends, we want to share with you this testimony, which awakens us in relation to spiritual
warfare. This is the story of a young man who was targeted by satan since he was young, following his mother’s
visit to a witch doctor. His mother without realising it had signed a pact with the underwater world, thus delivering
the life of this child to satan. This boy spent all his youth serving the mermaid of the waters, committing atrocious
damage, until Jesus Christ had mercy on him, and took him out of that world.
This testimony will open your eyes to the works of mermaids. It would equally serve as a warning to you against the
risks of living without having Jesus Christ as Lord and Master. It confirms the teachings on Spiritual Warfare and
on Discernment that we put at your disposal a few years ago. We encourage you to read it very carefully and draw
all possible lessons from it. It is in six parts. Also take the time to read or reread our teachings on Spiritual Warfare
and on Discernment. They are very rich. You will find them on our website www.mcreveil.org.
My death and my resurrection by my mother, “I wish you could give me a daughter
because I have enough money to take care of her.”
Jesus Christ
Actually my father had a lot of money.
I am Joseph Tshopa Fololo. I was born to a father
So my mother started looking for a girl to please
of 47 children. My father was a military man and
her husband and keep her marriage. But I would
chief bodyguard of former President Mobutu. We
like beloved, to tell you that children are gifts from
lived in the Tshatshi military camp, but I grew
the Lord, boys or girls. We must learn to be content
up in Lemba commune. My father had so many
with what we have because everything God gives is
women and concubines that he had kids here and
good. So my mother started seeking advice on how
there. My father had a lot of money. Therefore,
to have a girl. And since my mother’s friends knew
he could afford all these women. He was never at
her concern, one of them advised my mother to
home, and my mother could not take it anymore.
visit a charlatan. The Bible says that bad companies
She was always in confrontation with my father’s
corrupt good morals (1Corinthians 15:33).
concubines. She was constantly in conflict with
So my mother was taken by her friend to see a
all these women that at one point she could not
stand it anymore. She finally decided to divorce witch doctor. I remember, at that time I was in
my father. I remember at that time, there was no primary 4 at Bonga-Yasa boarding school, outside
spiritual awakening in the country like today. the capital Kinshasa. Once at the witch doctor’s
People were in fetishism, superstition. So my place, my mother explained her concern to this
mother left my father and she took me with my man. He asked my mother to bring a goat and an
younger brother and went away with us. egg. My mother was surprised. She said to herself,
Later, she met a man and since she got on well “How does the gentleman know that I have a lot of
money, but he asks me for a goat and an egg instead
with him, she decided to marry him. Their
of asking me for money.” My mother was ignorant
marriage had gone well and my mother moved
into her new home. Then my mother gave birth of spiritual realities. Beloved, when a witch doctor
to a boy, my younger brother. We were now three asks for a goat, a pigeon or an egg, you must know
brothers. Since we were only boys, my mother that the goat and the pigeon is for the sprinkling
started to want a girl. Later, my adoptive father of human blood and the egg also represents life.
started asking my mother for a daughter and he The next day, my mother gave what was asked of
was putting pressure on my mother. He said to her. The witch doctor took the egg and put it on a
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plate. There was no fire but the egg began to boil.
Then the witch doctor gave it to my mother and
told her to eat it. And my mother ate this egg. After
my mother finished eating the egg, the witch doctor
asked her to give him the goat. As soon as my
mother gave him the goat, he said to my mother,
“We have just had an exchange, I have given you
the egg which you have just eaten, this represents
the girl you’re looking for. You have given me the
goat which represents one of your sons.” When my
mother heard these words, she was surprised and
shocked. She was in disarray. My mother realised
that she had been deceived and misled. My mother
did not understand that in giving this goat to this
witch doctor, she entered into an alliance and a
pact with the invisible world and that she had given
away one of her sons to the world of darkness.
Beloved, the devil is the father of lies. Whenever
a man signs an agreement with him, he hides the
terms and conditions of this agreement. And by
the time you find out, it will already be too late.
All this to destroy you. It must be understood that
when you set foot in a witch doctor or charlatan,
you create problems to yourself because you are
pursued by unclean spirits. The witch doctor said
to my mother, “Whether you like it or not, I have
taken your son, he is under my control, you have
come here by your own volition and then ... you
should have asked for the conditions from the
start!” My mother became angry. She started
using the name of Jesus against the witch doctor
but unfortunately, my mother did not have Jesus in
her heart. Then the witch doctor said to my mother,
“I will prove to you that I have taken possession
of your son’s life.” He took the goat and threw it
on the mirror. The goat disappeared and my image
appeared in the mirror. It was as if I was being
filmed at the boarding school because the pictures
were broadcast live in this magic mirror. When my
mother was recounting this story, she said she had
seen me in the mirror dressed with my khaki pair
of shorts that I used to put on.
When my mother saw this face in this magic mirror,
she cried out with emotion and astonishment, but
the witch doctor told her, “It’s too late, we have
your son but we have decided not to kill him
because we have seen his star, so he will work for
us.” As soon as my mother heard these words, she
slammed the door and insulted the witch doctor and
left. She continued to live her life normally. Later,
she forgot what had happened, but the kingdom of
darkness never forgets alliances and pacts. A few
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years later, I fell ill. The disease was so bad that
despite the treatment it was getting worse. After a
few days, I finally succumbed. I was pronounced
dead at the Bongayasa hospital, outside the capital
of Kinshasa. Since there was still no cell phone at
that time, people could not inform my mother the
same day. The next day, I saw how they put my
remains in the coffin. Although I was dead, I saw
how they had informed my mother to come and
take control of the situation.
My mother had a good car. So she drove off in
her jeep to meet the mourning ceremonies, but she
was late because I had to be buried that very day; I
saw how people were preparing to bury me at the
cemetery. I saw the nurses dressing me in death-
ceremonial clothes, I saw them putting cotton in
my nostrils and gloves on my hands, socks on my
feet. Then after that, they put my body in the coffin.
After laying my body in the coffin, I heard them
talking about arrangements for my burial. They said
that they had to go and do the parade of my body in
the boarding school so that my mates could see me
for the last time after which I would be buried in
the cemetery. Then my body was laid in the room
for the dead and there the doctor and the nurse
were arranging my remains for the last parade at
the boarding school. At a certain moment, while
they were talking about my burial, I could hear
them but could see them no more. I realised that I
was like in a dark pit, and in this pit I was chained.
I heard the voices of the doctors who took care of
my body. It was the voices of several people who
were talking to each other, but I could not see them
anymore. So I was in deep darkness, with chains on
my hands and feet, but I could hear people talking
from afar. Then suddenly, I saw the sky open and
I saw Jesus come down. He held a sword that he
raised as if to hit a target and he came down with
strength and power. He was filled with light and
His light lit up where I was. When the place where
I was chained was illuminated, I realised that I
was surrounded by grotesque, bizarre creatures,
by demons, and by terrible and vile monsters. I
could not see them before because of the absolute
darkness that characterised this place, but when
the light illuminated the place, I then could see the
terrible creatures and monsters that surrounded me.
When Jesus came down, he cut off all my chains. I
could not look at His face because of the intensity
of the light emanating from His face. He was
dressed in fine white linen. After cutting my
chains, He said to me, “Jose, you are Joseph, I
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knew you from your mother’s womb.” I asked him
the question, “Who are you?” He replied, “You
are only a child, when you are old, I will reveal
myself to you, now hold my hands and follow
me.” I said, “Jesus, I cannot look at your face
because of the intensity of the light.” Jesus said to
me, “You do not have to look at my face because
you risk being destroyed and you cannot stand it,
just hold my hand and follow me.” So, I followed
Jesus. We moved at high speed then we arrived
at a place where Jesus said: “Joseph, here is the
path you must take, you should go straight, do not
look back.” I followed the direction that Jesus had
shown me, then I heard for the last time the voice
of Jesus saying to me, “Joseph, go out quickly, go
out!” Beloved, when Jesus spoke for the last time,
it was in a simultaneous manner. The doctor and
the nurse who were arranging my remains noticed
that my hand had moved, they were afraid. They
were three: the doctor, the nurse, and the keeper of
the hall of the dead, they fled.
After that, I woke up in my coffin. I remember
well that I was a child. A green liquid was coming
out of my mouth. So I removed the cotton from my
nostrils, the gloves from my hands and the socks. I
was still a kid, I did not realise what had happened.
So when I tried to get out of my coffin, I fell to the
ground and the coffin fell too. It almost hit me, but
the protection of God was on my side. Now I got
up to walk but I staggered since my blood was like
coagulated. I continued to stagger but to get out
of the hospital, I had to walk through a room that
was filled with patients. When I reached this room,
everyone including the sick who could not walk
or get up, fled out. And as soon as I reached the
exit door, the crowd dispersed. It was total chaos,
but it was the director of our college, a Catholic
priest, who calmed the crowd. Later my mother
arrived and was told what had happened. She was
shocked, but she took me and brought me back to
Kinshasa. She did not realise that what happened
to me was the result of the visit to the witch doctor.
The submarine kingdom
My mother had a short memory. She could not
even imagine that her visit to the witchdoctor
was the basis of my death, and that she had made
a fundamental and costly mistake in visiting
the charlatan. Because my death was only the
beginning of a series of dramatic and paranormal
phenomena which were intended to destroy
my life. At the age of 17, I was diagnosed with
cerebral malaria, but in reality my illness was a
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demonic attack, even though the doctors called it
“cerebral malaria”. As children of God we must
learn to see things with spiritual eyes because we
are no longer ordinary people. We must learn to
go beyond scientific understanding. We therefore
need discernment. We must not accept everything
on the pretext that it is the will of God.
In reality, I was under the oppression of satan’s
world, and no one could know it. A few days later,
I was hospitalised. I remember being asleep at the
hospital at night when I heard the door open on
its own. I was still under the influence of drugs
but I managed to open my eyes to see what was
happening. It was then that I saw a man dressed in
black entering my room. He entered, giving me his
back, and then he called my name. When I answered
him, he said to me, “I am your protector and I am
also your doctor.” I replied reflexively, “How can
you be my doctor while you are dressed in black
clothes? You should be dressed in white.” I asked
him to turn around because I could not see his face
since he had turned his back on me. I told him, “I
want to see your face or I will cry out for help.”
When he turned, I noticed he had no eyes, no ears,
no nose, and no mouth. In fact, he did not have a
face. He warned me not to scream. He said to me,
“If you dare to shout, I’ll kill you.” I do not know
how he could even speak when he had no mouth.
This entity breathed on me. As soon as he breathed
on me, I lost consciousness and went mad. I started
to talk nonsense. I ran out of the hospital running
through the streets of the city. I said things that did
not make any sense and I ran everywhere. People
thought it was cerebral malaria as the doctor had
told the family. They did not understand that I
was attacked by the kingdom of darkness. In the
meantime, my mother was crying and lamenting
on my situation as I was crisscrossing the city
with dirty clothes. Later, my family managed
to lay their hands on me; they chained me and
brought me home. So my mother started going
here and there to find a solution. My story is
similar to that of Joseph who was fought because
of his star. My problems began when the devil’s
world detected my star shining in the invisible
dimension. I was chained because I had become
a public danger. My mother was wondering about
the origin of my madness. She thought it was
the result of cerebral malaria, but I knew that it
was the faceless entity who appeared to me at the
hospital that was responsible for my situation.
Glory be to God because my grandfather was a
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