I was just a young boy in primary school, and my mother was bitter and broken because my father had left her. She loved me, and she still does, but the pain he caused her ran deep, and I became the one who carried it.

At the time, I was having strange dreams, and they were so vivid and intense that they felt like memories waiting to happen. Things got worse when I entered senior high school, because it wasn’t just dreams anymore. I could see beings, and I could hear things no one else could. Sometimes I got so sick because their energy was heavy, and it drained me completely.

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With time, I didn’t just get better: I got stronger, and I began to understand that most of these beings came from the marine realm. They scared me at first, because church had taught me to fear them, and the movies we watched made them look evil. But they were nothing like that. They were pure and holy, and they didn’t come to harm. They came to heal, and they helped people in ways that didn’t make sense to most.

When people passed by me, I could see their past, their present, and even their future. I warned those who cared enough to listen, and they were always grateful. During this time, I was active in church, and I served as the prayer secretary. I loved to pray, and I could go seven hours nonstop and still feel like I had more to say to God.

Back then, I didn’t know these energies were from the water world, but I had grown so much in spirit, and I was preparing to enter tertiary after graduating senior high. In 2014, I saw them clearly for the first time, and it scared me badly. But they were patient, and they helped me understand who they were, why they came, and what my purpose was.

I tried to fight it. I fasted and prayed for deliverance, and I went for sessions hoping to be freed. Nothing worked, and they only came closer. I’ve seen so much that I hardly want to leave my room, because I fear what I might see or hear.

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Some pastors and prophets who saw what was happening tried to “steal” these beings for themselves, and that’s when I realized the church is not always the safest place. I’ve seen dark powers used in the name of prophecy, healing, and direction. I’ve seen men of God rely on marine spirits just to keep their members loyal, and others tap into ancestral thrones to do the same.

The same holy institutions that preach against these beings and claim to offer salvation are the very ones secretly using their powers to stay relevant and powerful. I’m beginning to accept my fate and my calling, because I am a chosen one for these beings.

So I’ll leave this here, hoping it opens a door for others to speak up and let me know I’m not alone. I can’t talk about these things in public, because no one understands. The few people I’ve met online who call themselves chosen or awakened are still lost and confused about who they really are.

If you’re dealing with something similar, hear me clearly. You are not alone.

—Diviner

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