PERSONIFICATION OF THE HOLY SPIRIT ON EARTH - Being an Extract from the Book "THE WILL OF GOD" - by Sister Dolly
INTRODUCTION
At last the Holy Spirit has granted me the ability and the permission to testify about His presence, power and love. There is no way I can put everything that He showed or thought me in words, let alone in writing. I have endless days and sleepless nights thinking, wondering and admiring the outstanding beauty and wisdom which no human or spirit has ever had; yet His humility can not be compared to any living being or creature. Since I came to know Him all I ever really wish from my heart is to love Him (Matt. 22:37). In fact this has always been my wish and desire ever since I was a child.
CHAPTER 1
MY EARLY CHILDHOOD
I was born into a Christian family; my parents then were members of The Apostolic church. Sunday school, singing and fasting were some of the things I loved and cherish most, even as a child. My childhood is so fresh in my memory because it has made me wiser than I should probably be at my age.
When I was a toddler I would ask if I could join my mother eagerly to fast, in a secluded room. Sometimes she tried to stop me. Other times she did not mind. I cherished those memories very much. It was a sort of bible class, a one to one lesson. These lessons shaped the foundation of my lifestyle. And formed the basis of my belief, trust, faith, hope and love of God, which even my mum did not know and could not imagine to what extent those lessons disturbed my spirit and soul, and kept my body awake with hunger to know more. I imitated everything she did like bible reading and songs, but when it came to prayers, I watched and listened to her praying from her heart with emotions flowing freely from her eyes. I could not help but got caught up in this emotion that seemed to link man and his creator together, with no obstruction and interruption at that moment. After this session I would ask like any curious child - "mummy why did you cry?" She would then tell me about God - the creator and the downfall of mankind starting from the Garden of Eden. The Prophets of God, and the Son of God - the Savior of mankind and the reunion through His precious blood. It was these stories that formed some of my most loved songs, long time ago.
The lyrics of the songs are as follows.
My entire household and I will serve my Jehovah God.
Trust in God and do not despair. He is the truth. No matter what your problems are, Christ will see you through. Sing when the days are bright; sing in the darkest night, everyday all the time, let us sing, sing, and sing.
Where would I have had the means or money to purchase the love of God, Jesus Christ is freely given, His blood is not bought with money.
My love for songs grew enormously, as my parents’ sang. My dad was in the choir and as a child of about 5 years of age I knew the highest seat was the choristers seat, the right hand of God. I knew that songs could not be substituted or compromised as with visions or prophecies, and it was the only way that I knew and thought that I or anyone, young or old, shy or bold, rich or poor, could express their feelings. My ambition was to join a choir as soon as I could read.
When I was old enough to start primary school, I was accompanied to the school very happy and excited, looking forward to meeting new friends, which I did in no time. On the first week of my school, I joined my friends to a photographic studio called National Photos. Outside the studio were different types of photographic paintings of Our Lord Jesus Christ, some with the disciples, multitude and others alone. Three of the pictures deeply touched my heart.
The painting, which show Him dragging the cross with the crown of thorns on His head and blood dripping all over his face and body, all the way to Golgotha.
The actual nailing of His hands and legs to the cross with a long nail.
Hanging Him half-naked in between two criminals as I was told.
I remember the pain that cut through my heart and caused my stomach to rumble and turn. I felt my heart melting from the heat that seemed to generate from my head, and made my whole body to tremble. My eyes were burning and blinded with tears that could not be controlled, my throat choked. I covered my face with one hand and held my throat with the other, trying helplessly to control my emotions. It was too late and beyond my control. So like a river that broke its boundary, it gushed out and took my friends by surprise: they quickly rushed to my aid, trying their best to find out why I created such an embarrassing scene, and to comfort me even though they were not aware of my reasons. I could not speak or explain. I half expected them to see what I saw and feel what I felt, (a vision) but if they did not, I must be considered weird or worse.
I returned back to class and then home, still feeling blue, miserable and unable to confide in my friends, teacher nor parents. The incident led me to discover a world that I never new existed, which only the Being that was publicly persecuted, disgraced and brutally murdered, all for the sins of the world and I, could share. (A DIVINE WORLD) I found myself in love with Him, I mean deeply in love and love at first sight. My parents and every other thing I love suddenly took a back seat. All the theories I learned from my mum became a reality in this world of secrecy and fantasy. From that time I felt I was being watched and followed. A song that still sounds new was written in my heart. "I love my Jesus my Jesus loves me no circumstances can change my decision."
During my primary school days, my parents used to drop us in the village with our grandparents, and other close relatives, mostly holidays. Something spectacular happened during one of the long holidays. My grandmother was very sick with toothache. She was on bed for weeks after we arrived. I later learnt that she was brought back from a healing home after her money ran out and her health did not improve. She could not speak or eat, it was the first time I saw someone so ill and in such terrible pain and agony. She was completely dependent on people for everything. One fateful day all the adults had gone to their various places of work or business leaving only the children at home with my sick grandma, the oldest child was about twelve years old with absolutely no clue of what to do in case of emergency. All the children agreed not to play outside as we normally did, but sat in a room next to the room she was lying with the door opened and listen to stories from one another. Then suddenly my grandmother screamed loudly and stretched out so stiff with her teeth clenching to each other. We all rushed in but I stood by the doorway. I was frightened and helpless and so were all the other children. So without being summoned, we unanimously screamed. Unlike the other children my scream was different. When others had stopped or short of breath, I went on. I was completely out of control, possessed by the Holy Spirit, as I have come to understand. My scream had turned to prayers. After the prayers I found myself standing so close to her and she was sitting up on the bed with no help, looking well and mesmerized: so was I, the other children, and the two women that heard the scream from far and run down immediately. I was wet with sweat and exhausted. I felt shy and embarrassed. My grandmother called me and blessed me and said that the spirit of God was upon me and that I must serve God. She then narrated how she was forbidden from entering the last gate because of my prayers. She was asked to go back and that she was healed. She then woke up and was well. I did not understand her story and I did not even try. I was only happy that she was well again.
One day in 1976, I was still in primary; my dad had an accident. He ran over an army officer with a motor bike. The officer was seriously injured but alive. Instead of the police handling the case, the Armed forces took over and my dad and granddad were arrested for questioning, the family united together in grieve, for one purpose - "fear of the uncertainty", and expecting worse. After waiting hopelessly the whole day, and into the night, and no news or information was received concerning them, everyone retired to their room reluctantly, not knowing what steps to take next. In Nigeria, it is hard enough to be in trouble with police or the law, but with the armed forces you could be facing execution without trail. I tried helplessly to cry as every one did but I could not. My grand mother accused me of showing a manly and unconcerned attitude: " you have no single love for your father and you can not even pretend, what a wicked child!" she cried. My grandmother was more desperate and devastated, her husband and son were taken away and their fate unknown.
In the night I had a dream: "my dad was taken to a remote area and was asked to dig a grave, which he did. He was then asked to stand at the end of the grave, with his back towards it. I saw a man with a loaded gun pointed at my dad ready to shoot. I suddenly shouted in a loud voice "in the blood of Jesus" continuously. The power of the spoken words stood between the gunman and my father. The gun refused to fire despite his effort. Disappointed and angry he hit my dad with the gun on one side of his cheekbone and it swelled. He was then taken to the office and I was disconnected." By the time I woke up, not only was I soaked in sweat and found myself on the floor, but the room was full of people, some kneeling or standing all in reverence and in spirit, waiting for instructions from me. I was amazed and speechless as I realized that I had lost my voice. I even had a scarf on my head. I enquired why they where in the room and I was told that the echo of my prayers woke the neighborhood since it was very early in the morning. And from what they heard, they believed it had something to do with my dad. I then narrated my dream. As soon as I finished, my dad and granddad appeared. My dad had a swollen cheek and his story was a replica of my dream and the time corresponded. One of the numerous wonders of God I would say. My grandmother was not surprise but apologetic, like any child I had forgotten, and was only happy to have my dad and granddad back.
In the first year of my secondary school I was diagnosed with Glaucoma eye disease. The pain was so severe and uncomfortable that I would put anything I got hold of in my eyes, just to relieve my agony, but all to no avail. When the eye-drops was not effective, lenses were added. And then operation and bifocal lenses were prescribed. I was made to be aware that glaucoma had no cure, but that if I were lucky the operation might relieve my pains or made it worse. It was a difficult decision, which my parents were asked to make and none of them were ready to bear the consequences of the operation not to mention the expenses.
Sometime in 1981 after I had lost hope of the operation and could not afford money to buy the prescribed bifocal lenses, it was a school term holiday and I was spending it with my mum in Port Harcourt. One day she sent me to do some shopping. On my way, the wind blew dust into my eyes. After rubbing off the dust my vision became so dim that I had to take a taxi home in tears. I only managed to drag myself inside the house, where I cried without comfort and wished for a quick death. The specialist had warned me that I could go blind anytime, so I thought of the less traumatic method of committing suicide hoping that it would relieve my burden and that of those who cared for me.
While in my tears, I felt like I was made to sleep around 6pm. My mum and my sister were just happy to see me sleep, so I was not disturbed.
THE FATHER - HIS APPEARANCE WITH POWER
In my sleep I had a dream. In the dream we were in a farm on a hilltop with my grandmother. She realized that she had forgotten a machete and asked me to run back home for it.
On my way home I tripped and fell over a piece of dead wood, which poked and cut into my eye - the one that almost went blind. I laid there on the ground and cried to myself "oh God I'm blind now, what chances have I got now? As if the pain was not enough -"
As wild thoughts ran through my head, I felt a warm and tender hand on my back, turning me unto my back as if in readiness for operation. I saw a man knelt next to me. He was black, slim and had no shoes or socks on. He had a very low haircut; there was no hair on his face. He was smartly dressed in white short-sleeve shirt, and white shorts and carried a black small purse-like bag. I could not see the contents of the bag but I knew that everything you can think of was in there. Out of that purse, he brought out equipment and started operating my eye. He pushed out fluid substance and then finally washed it with water and asked me to open my eyes that He has cured my eyesight. I was so frightened and scared that I said "no: I do not want to open my eyes because I can not see any more and no one can convince me. He told me twice and the third time he said "I am the Father, I am your good Father and I have cured you. So do not be afraid. Open your eyes".
Those words carried power beyond description, yet they were so tender and reassuring. For the very first time in my life I felt like a child and belonged. I saw him as a perfect Father who was not only good and caring but also extremely powerful and mighty. I felt like He had always been around me. I obeyed His instructions quickly, and woke up with a scream of joy in the middle of the night, and waken every body up in the house. The transformation was overwhelming. I was completely cured without a trace, free of charge, or pains. I could see clearly in no time and at no cost. I thought, God who am I to receive such a priceless perfect cure from you. How can I ever thank you or show appreciation enough for the everlasting relief and happiness you have planted in me. Oh Father, my very good Father thank you very much. I narrated my dream to my mum and others; I even proved it by reading a bible with the smallest print faultlessly with no tears or pains. I watched Television without blinking. I was so excited that I threw my hospital appointment papers in the bin. I am still very excited as I write. Otherwise this mission would be impossible and void. My mum believed in the miracles of God, but even her beliefs did not prepare her for this, neither did she expect it to happen at her doorstep under her very own eyes. It was too much for her to absorb, and so she thought it was the water spirit that gave me the eye disease in the first place, and they now turned round to cure me. She believed that the man I saw was probably my water husband. But her theory did not convince me. I was too overwhelmed to argue. So like the blind man that our Lord Jesus Christ gave sight, I cried out; "Who or whatever He is gave me no concern because I knew He is good, loving, kind, tender, caring, merciful, humble, reassuring and honest". I never went back to the hospital again.
From then on, whenever I was sick I would see him in my dream, and He would give me holy water from heaven to drink, and I would wake up as fit as ever. He taught me to bless water and drink whenever I feel sick. That water is the natural cure for all sicknesses as it washes away the impurities. That to me, was the best news as I have always hated taking medicine of any form no matter how sick I was. I never believe in them.
CHAPTER 2
THE CALL
It was the long -term holiday and I was travelling back from school to be with my mum in Port Harcourt. I was totally unprepared, for the unexpected. On my way to the house I bumped into her dressed in a very unusual way, the type that could only be attributed to a stranded woman in despair; head-tie, white lace blouse, colored wrappers and no shoes on. I was so shocked and embarrassed that I looked around stylishly to see if people were watching us. I then reminded her that she has forgotten to put on her shoes. She told me she was on her way to women fellowship that shoes were not necessary and that there was no time to explain because she was late. She quickly dashed off promising to tell me the whole story when she returned, leaving me in the middle of the road confused. I walked home in tears trying to figure out what happened. As I opened the door, it did not take a minute to figure it out. All the doors and windows had the inscription O.O.O. and the shock left me gasping for breathe. The next thing I did was to quickly wash off the entire inscriptions wondering about all the things that my mum, instigated by other people said about this Leader Olumba Olumba Obu. It was very contradictory. How can one dislike and say all the evil things about a person and then suddenly turn around and be His devoted follower without discussing it. I cried myself to sleep with no appetite for anything except to know the truth. I had no personal opinion of this man that everyone except his followers seemed to despise, they made up all sorts of disgusting moonlight tales about him.
Even the church I attended with my parents (The Apostolic church) sponsored an evil campaign against him - (Leader O O Obu) and his members. I never understood why. I listened carefully to Mr. Linus Umoh’s allegation against this extra-ordinary human being. I never saw signs of remorse or repentance in him. I had no reason to believe him. So I never discussed it until I heard the other side of the story from the horses mouth, which I never did. So I thought; when I am old enough to do what I choose, I will find out the truth about Leader Olumba Olumba Obu.
May be if my mum had sought my opinion first, or warned me about the changes, it would not have hurt that much, I would have probably understood her reasons and found an easy way of coping. I was not prepared yet to find out about Leader O O Obu and at least not that way.
My mum woke me up around 11pm and commanded me to re-write all the O.O.O. inscriptions back immediately. Looking at the seriousness in her face, I was absolutely terrified but managed to say; "I cannot do that, mum". Arguing or disobeying was not my usual habit or nature. I looked up to my mother as my role model and inspiration. I prayed day and night for my mum's happiness and protection not because she is my mother, but because of all the hardship and sadness I have seen her go through. She was an orphan who had a difficult childhood. Married at a tender age of about 14, to a family that did not want her, had the three of us at her teen. Seeing my mum with such anger I thought all my prayers were in vain and unanswered. She seemed to read my mind as she asked, what are you afraid of? Before I had a chance to answer she added, are you afraid that I will give you to Olumba for sacrifice? That to me was very bizarre because I was not afraid of what could happen to me, at least not at that instant. I then remember Ephesians Chapter 6 Verse 1-3 the first commandment with a promise for children. I became weakened by the words of the Holy Bible and started to rewrite again what I wiped. The sadness in my heart that night and the next morning could be compared to that of loosing a dear person. I prayed to God that that night more than I ever prayed before.
When my mum was ready she asked me to sit down and listen to her attentively. She started from the day she accepted Brotherhood of the Cross and Star, my mum said she knew that I would vehemently object, because of all the three children God had given her, I was the most stubborn and inconsiderate, a Miss Perfect! Her spirit told her on her way to the meeting what I would do, which I did. I felt ashamed when she said the last sentence. I sincerely did not mean to hurt and disappoint her, as I seemed to have done. She told me how my brother Victor was happy for her and even accepted Baptism, and my younger sister Glory was waiting to follow my footstep. I apologized for my disrespectful manners and promised to stay out of her way of worship. This made her relax and comfortable to tell me the story which I wanted so much to hear, why and how she became a Brotherhood of the Cross and Star member.
She told me of her disappointments in life. And how she had thought of suicide on many occasions and decided to fast and pray for a car accident that only her life would be lost. On two occasions the accident did happen but had been minor. She then chose a speed boat where she would not stand a chance in the water if there was an accident, there was a sign but nothing happened. Then she heard a tender fatherly voice calling her "my daughter come and receive peace". She looked around nobody in the boat said or reacted to any thing. She calmed herself down. It must be her mind she thought. Then again she heard the same tender fatherly voice repeating the words again and again. She thought God had finally heard her prayers and was calling her for eternal rest. She was ready to die. When nothing happened to her, she was disorientated. As she stepped out of the boat she made up her mind to go and join any secret society: if any human sacrifice were asked from her she would offer herself.
Suddenly, Brotherhood of the Cross and Star flashed through her mind. She thought it was a good idea. She had nothing to loose; it was a chance to finally find out the truth about Brotherhood of the Cross and Star and the Leader. She traveled to Ofot bethel in Abak where she received her baptism and luckily joined a group and traveled to Calabar to see the Leader. When the Leader whom she mistook for a servant put His hands on her head and prayed, she felt a cold vibration; a sensational feeling of perfect peace and comfort from the hands of Leader Olumba Olumba Obu. She then remembered the voice that called her to come and receive peace, that same tender and fatherly voice was pouring peace on her as He promised. She had found something that money could not buy, her mind had long been made up, and she needs no consent from me or any body to be in Brotherhood. She concluded by saying that the only place that could free me from the water spirit was Brotherhood of the Cross and Star. Otherwise she had neither the time nor the resources to spend on me. I should either return to my ocean world or stay with her and dance Brotherhood as she put it. I lost my mum again that night but not physically, and believed that the love she has for us now was a conditional love. I could not know if it was because of her frustration and losses in life or the love of Leader O. O. Obu and Brotherhood.
I had already lost the love of my dad a long time ago, and now the only one I thought left was gone too. I mourned the loss of my mum's love and went back into my shell.
One night my mum came back from service with a picture. She was overwhelmed that she was able to buy the picture of the Father because it means a lot to her. I peeped at her hand and automatically recognized the person on the picture. I asked her where she got the picture and whom she thought was the person. My sudden interest amused and astonished her. You are full of surprises she said, and handed the picture over to me. That is the Father, the founder of Brotherhood of the Cross Star - Leader Olumba Olumba Obu. I jumped out of my bed with bewilderment, she asked if I have a problem with whom He was. I told her I knew the person a long time and so well too. It was her turn to be amazed. I pointed to the picture that it was the man who operated and cured my incurable sickness glaucoma in the dream world, which she was fully aware, that the only difference was the red garment He was wearing instead of white shorts. She told me that He dressed in white shorts when conducting bible classes. How could someone so good, gifted and with such a godly virtue exist in the dream and in the physical world and is the founder and Leader of the most notorious group of denomination. It was just too much to take in. How much does His followers know or believe in this extra-ordinary and invincible being? Who is He - Olumba Olumba Obu?
Why did He reveal Himself to me the way He did? I am neither His follower nor have knowledge of His physical existence. If only I knew who He is I will probably have the answers to some of my questions. It was a very long night but I finally slept. In my dream I saw the Father this time dressed in white round neck T-shirt and a wrapper tied around His waist, He gave me a Holy Bible and asked me to open St. Matthew Chapter 6 verse 25-34 and go back and read to my mum now. I woke up between 3 and 4am and knocked on her room surprisingly; she was still awake and crying. I told her, that her Leader gave me a bible portion and asked me to come and read to her now. She knocked her head and thanked the Father.
I read as instructed by the leader: St Matthew chapter 6 verses 25-34:
25.There I say unto you, take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat or the body than raiment?
26.Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they are?
27.Which of you by taking thought can add on one cubit unto his stature?
28. And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not neither do they spin:
29.And yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
30.Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall ye not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?
31. Therefore take no thought, saying, what shall we eat? Or what shall we drink? Or, wherewithal shall we be clothed?
32. For after all these things do the gentile seek: for your heavenly father knows that ye have need of all these things.
33. But seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.
34. Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
After reading she confessed that she stayed up late and thinks about money that was owed to her by contractor or Federal Government and mundane things.
THE SPIRITUAL UNIFICATION WITH THE FATHER
The following night I had the most spectacular dream. It is the kind of dream anyone especially those seeking God will do anything to have. But God being who He is reveals His deity to whom He pleases and when He pleases, irrespective of the age, status or background for reasons known best to Him. In the dream I found myself in Leader O.O Obu's vestry alone with Him, dressed with the round neck vest and wrapper. The two of us sat on the rugged floor; I started talking by asking:
Question: So you are Leader Olumba Olumba Obu?
The Leader answer: Yes I am.
Question: I heard that you were dead and that you were kept somewhere hidden and your followers expected you to resurrect at a given date, but when you could not resurrect, your son succeeded you to cover the shame of your followers?
Answer: with a spiritual chorus: Me di k'idem mi ndongke dong owo, Me yarad'idem mi no ndito mi, ndinge ndi kpa aba nte me owo ekerede, ikot mi ekwo enyung edara koro ami meda ubong.
Interpretation: I have come by Myself sending no one I have revealed Myself to my children I have not come to die again as people thought My children sing and rejoice for I have taken my glory.
The Leader showed me His two hands and legs. I saw a healed scar (hole) that was made by a nail. He carried one side of His vest up and showed me His ribs disclosing the same scar mark as was on the side of our Lord Jesus Christ. I said to Him that those scars that He had are so identical with the one our Lord Jesus Christ had. At that moment I saw Christ appeared hanged on the cross and the inscription O.O.O. was written just above His head on the cross. This was getting very interesting. I asked if He was related to Christ and He answered yes and gave me a Holy Bible and asked me to open and read
St. John 14: 20. "At that day ye shall know that I am in my father, and ye in me, and I in you."
St. Luke 17: 25-26: "But first must He suffered many things and be rejected of this generation. And as it was in the days of Noah, so shall it be also in the days of the son of man."
St. John 14: 6 and 26. St. John 16: 13. St. John 15: 26-27.
I said to Him so you are the one every one is expecting again. He told me to read Isaiah 7: 14, which prophesied about the coming of Christ and Isaiah 9: 6-7, which prophesied about His coming:
" For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon His shoulder: and His name shall be called Wonderful, counselor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace. Of the increase of His government and peace there shall be no end, upon the throne of David, and upon His Kingdom, to order it and to establish it with judgment and with justice from henceforth even forever. The zeal of the Lord of hosts will perform this."
I asked why He has not announced His arrival. He told me to read Rev. 3: 3 and Rev. 16: 15. After reading. He pointed at the gate called THE BEAUTIFUL GATE and asked me what I saw. I answered, "an open gate". He concluded "very soon the gate will be closed and it will be too late for a lot of people. Seek ye the black sheep while it is day before the sun set."
When I woke up it was very early in the morning. I could not differentiate between reality and dream. It was so real. I lay down unable to go back to sleep while waiting consciously as the clock ticked by, for my mum to wake. After a while, it seems as if I was waiting forever, I became nervous, my heart-beat began to rise faster and louder; just as my patience was about to desert me, the door pushed open and to my greatest relief my mum walked in. I rushed to her with my dream, but she quickly stopped me as soon as I mentioned the Father. She sat me down and asked me to start from the beginning. When I finished telling the dream, not only was her faith tripled, but also she was absolutely overjoyed. She commented that she has had the baptism of the Holy Spirit in Brotherhood of the Cross and Star for some months now, and she hardly see the Father in her dream let alone have a session with him. She advised me to join her to the Bethel and testify. I said no politely and thought that testifying will be too much for me in the public. She then asked if I would accept baptism, but at that point I could not make up my mind. It was a period of serious dilemma and confusion. I was totally taken over by tremendous forces that I had no control over. I struggled helplessly to free myself. I could not. Every time I close my eyes the Father was there. I hear nothing more than His voice; I remember asking my mum if she could tell her Father to give me a break and leave me alone. She said it was beyond her power, and beside I was the Fathers special daughter and that whether I like it or not I am destined to serve God, that I should be grateful.
The more I thought about Him and questioned His deity the quicker He responded to my thoughts, with answers and proofs beyond any doubt and beyond human wisdom. Sometimes through the songs sang by the Christ Student Natural Choir: sometimes He will give me a bible portion with just the answer I needed. One of the dreams I saw the Father dressed in red garment, sitting on a white horse, and our Lord Jesus Christ standing beside the horse holding the leash of the horse. I saw myself standing next to our Lord Jesus Christ and many multitude dressed in white garments were behind us singing and rejoicing in the Lord, matching through and Christ was announcing in a loud voice this is the promised Comforter. People throw their loins and leaves on the street for Him to walk on; it was so beautiful and marvelous, with such Honor and Glory that words could not describe. This was a kind of dream anyone would want to dwell on forever and this I did. But like all dreams you have to wake up to tell the tales. I certainly was not too happy to be disconnected, but the endless ecstasy I discovered overshadowed whatever thought and confusion lingered in me. I was now fully ripe, ready for baptism.
People accept baptism into Brotherhood of the Cross and Star for all sort of reasons. And I believe the Father has different ways of calling different people. Instances may include sickness (mental or physical), infertility, poverty, and curiosity, power seeking and so on. Fortunately my calling was an acceptance with total conviction, honor and reverence, love and fear of the Sole Spiritual Head, Leader of Brotherhood of The Cross and Star, and the Universe at large, the long expected Comforter and the Everlasting Father with a new name; Olumba Olumba Obu. Revelation 19: 12: "His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on His head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself." And a new mission, to judge all creation - Revelation: 19:11, John 16:13, John 14:16. I did not need to ask questions about His deity or His works. I was very thirsty to know more about Him physically, now that He has showed and taught me so much about Himself and His mission. I was now faithfully built up; prepared for whatever task that He laid ahead for me. I knew from my heart that no temptation would shake my faith and love in this mysterious, radiant and powerful Being, my very Good Father. The love and fear I have for him made me felt so sinful and unworthy to stand before Him face to face. To accept Brotherhood of the Cross and Star faith took me time and when I was ready for baptism of the Holy Spirit it took more time than I had anticipated. I was faced with various temptations, but to me it was just a little price to pay considering the salvation and the glory of God that awaits me and besides, the road to salvation is very narrow. Eventually I got baptized after some months.
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Personification of the Holy Spirit