On April 1991, it happened something that would change forever the way I used to see the life. It was something that material world do not know and, as a consequence, it could not understand. By that time, I was a member of the military in the Aviation Army of Brazil and I used to perform my duties in the city of Belém, which is the capital of the Brazilian State called Pará. I was a 19 years old young man, who had recently arrived from the countryside of Pará. I did not have any money or a place to live in. So, my only choice was to live in the military service. In my conversations with other members of the military, I met Valois, a soldier from the first class. He was a musician and a trumpeter. He helped me a lot in the hard hours. It was Valois who contributed quite a lot so that I could enter in the music band of the military service. He helped me a lot in order for me to be part of the trumpet play of the aerial command.
Once, when I was talking to my friend Valois, I told him about the troubles concerning my living in the military service, the schedules, the food and the stress involved in that never ending routine. Touched by my situation and, in a friendly gesture, he questioned me: "Rogério (this was my nickname in the military service), why do not you come to live with us?"
I was surprised and happy at the same time with that question, since it was everything that I would like to hear. After so many months living in that never ending routine, in which I could not do anything but to fulfill the schedules set for everything (I was a laranjeira [orange tree]), I answered to him: "Yes, I accept it. But who are the ones you are referring to when you say "us"? My friend Valois answered with a big smile: "They are me, my two cousins, my sister and her friend. We can share the expenses of the rent. So, it will be a little sum of money for everyone to pay. You can move today, if you want". And everything happened very fast. I packed my few belongings, or, better saying, "all" my belongings... I filled my old backpack with my things and I was bound for liberty.
I remember as if that had happened today. I went out, walking down the corridors of the dormitory of the Army as far as the path that leads to the exit of the military service. I hoped I could live in a house where I could have friends to whom I could talk to, where I could go for a walk, to sleep a little bit more and, overall, to be free from the timeless schedules, not forgetting to mention the over duties that I had to do when someone was absent in the duty schedule.
And so I and my friend Valois went to the house about which he had talked me about. In fact, I did not even want to know where the house was, how it looked like or who was its owner. All that I wanted was to arrive there at once, to take off my backpack and to put a hammock in order to take a rest for a while. We took a bus in a bus stop in front of the old high school Lauro Sodré. I remember very well that that bus line was the Pedreira (Quarry). We crossed the Pedreira area as far as we arrived in the old area "Matinha", today called Fátima area. When we got off the bus, we had to walk a considerable distance. We crossed a little wooden gate as far as we arrived to a dirt path. We got into a little narrow pass and there it was the house. It was a two floors wooden house that was situated right in front of a huge drain canal, whose odor was not so good. But that was the house in which everything would happen. It would happen there something that would change my life forever.
CHAPTER II - THE DAYS THAT PASSED BY
When we went in the house, Valois introduced me his sister. She was an extrovert girl who looked a lot like her brother, who was a plump and cheerful boy. I was also introduced to his colleague and his two cousins. He showed me the house and we talked about where I would sleep. It was in the upstairs, in a room that I shared with one of Valois' cousins. After we have had a long conversation, I put my backpack in the room, prepared the hammock and took a good sleep, something that I did not use to do since a long time. The days were spending and I always was thinking about in the future and in what I should do in order to overcome so many obstacles and difficulties that life was putting in front of me.
I remember the life in that place was very hard, since all of us had to survive with a very low wage and, for several times, we had to get up a collection so that we could have a lunch or a dine, but only when the collected money was enough!!! Despite the fact that we were sympathetic to each other, there were always dissensions among us. So, the conflicts were inevitable. Most of the times, they were due to the household chores. I was the only evangelical Christian. The other ones were Catholics. Valois' sister was a former nun and, concerning, her friend, although my conversations with her were not so frequent, I perceived she was a very devoted catholic. Valois' cousins were an enigma. Sometimes, when talking about their religiosity, they mentioned a kind of weird things. But they used to accept my presence well. Valois was the only one who talked a lot to me about religion, faith and the Bible. We had long conversations about these subjects. While living in that place, I met some people of the neighborhood. That was a very poor community. When in contact with those people, I discovered that to make friends was something that used to request a lot of prudence, since there were places where drugs were sold in each street corner. That area was full of delinquents. On the other side, there were also many good and worker people living there, despite these problems in that area.
CHAPTER III - THE SPIRITUAL CONFLICT
Before receiving the invitation to live with Valois, I had taken a vacation for one month because I had completed one year of working in the Aviation Army. So, I decided to go to Salinópolis, my hometown, in the countryside of Pará. There, I met some friends from my childhood. In my conception, they were good friends. And, in the middle of the conversations, invitations and rounds of laughter and fun, I began to be involved in an environment of parties and alcoholic drinks. And, without perceiving, I began to walk in a path that put me totally out of the God's way. I remember that, on Sundays, my mother used to ask me: "Sandro, do not you go to the Church today? It is on time!" I always answered this way: "I will go later. You can go now that I will go later".
When my mother went out, I used to wait for a while and got dressed in order to go out too. But my destination was not the Church. It was another one: the parties and going out and about. In my opinion, to be among those people seemed pleasant. I thought this could not damage my life and my manner of thinking or acting, nor interfere in my communion with GOD... And, as someone who goes to a place just to "take a look", I went in a sad history of life.
I remember when, in the early hours of a certain day, I knocked on the door of the little store (bar) of my father, which was in front of our house. My youngest brother, who was sleeping there, opened the door. I went in and went right to the bed that was in the little room next door. I was very tired and sleepy. So, I went to bed. When I closed my eyes, I felt two strong arms coming from under the bed. One of the arms began to press my chest and the other one, my genital area. I tried to open my eyes, but I could not. However, even with my eyes closed, I could see that those strong black arms were pulling me to down and pressing me in the bed firmly. In agony, because I could not open my eyes and nor to breathe right, I remembered JESUS and I shouted his name, when I was almost without strength. -Jeeeeesuuuuuus!!!
In that moment, those hands and that oppression released me. Still stunned, I reflected about my life and everything else. I prayed to God, asking for protection, but, unfortunately, I was not "repented" my faults. I was still involved in that routine. I was its prisoner, since I could not found the liberation that I needed so much. The days passed by and I had to go to Belém, back to the military service. The coming days would be long. Without knowing, I had carried something else in my "baggage"...
CHAPTER IV - WHAT WAS WRONG?
The days had spent and I was already completely moved away from God's way. But, in my conceiving, I was still very close to Him. I "thought" that everything I used to do would not deviate me from my belief, my ideals and my principles. My big fancy illusion was that everything that I use to do was just "a little bit" wrong, but it was not anything so serious that could take me away from God's plans. This was my big and major mistake. The Devil and his angels were already projecting his plans against me, so that God's plans in my life would be frustrated. And, in an insensate and disobedient way, I began to contribute so that many bad things happened to me... So, the war was already started and I would be the next victim of Satan's traps.
CHAPTER V - THE MEETING DAY
I remember as if it had happened today. Everything is so clear and real. It was a sunny morning on April 1991. I was in a day off from the military service. I was in that house with my friend Valois and the other colleagues, in the Matinha area, city of Belém. I remember that, during the morning, my routine in the house was normal. I talked quite a lot to Valois and, in the afternoon, I went the living room, upstairs. I decided to listen to a little radio. In fact, it was a telephone whose function was radio and alarm, too. When I had some free time, I listen to songs. I remember that I always used to tune to radio stations with evangelical Christian programs, although I was "deviated" from God's way, because today I understand that this was my real spiritual condition. In that time, I never would recognize that I was a deviated, since this is a way of escaping from reality and deceiving ourselves concerning something that we are not in fact.
In that day, I spent all the afternoon listening to beautiful evangelical Christian songs. I was reflecting so much about the future and about my life. But the reflections were not enough to take me out from the spiritual inertness to which I was submitting myself. In the evening, the other residents of the house began to arrive. So, I decided to put a mattress on the floor of the living room. It was around 6:30 pm. I remember that I began to feel a stabbing pain, a headache and a strong pain in my eyes. These pains came out of the blue. There were not apparent reasons. I told about that situation to Valois's sister and asked her if there were some headache pills in the house. She said yes and brought it to me. I took the pill and I lay down on the mattress again. I remember she asked Valois: "What is wrong with him?" Valois answered: "I do not know. It seems that he is not feeling good. He is strange".
I heard their conversation and the headache was increasing and becoming more and more insupportable. In a desperate attitude, I picked up some books next to me, put them on my head and pressed firmly, as an attempt to minimize the pain. In this moment, my friends asked me if I was feeling good. I said no, since I was with a strong headache and I was feeling that my body was in fever, as if I was with a high body temperature. Valois' sister asked me if I wanted an herb tea. She even checked my arterial pressure, which seemed normal. But I was sure that nothing was normal in me, nothing...
She came back with the cup of tea. When I drank, something was obligating me to tell her the following words: "I know everything. Do you think I do not know about the things that you have done? I know everything". She was afraid and asked me again what was wrong with me. But I continued to tell her those things. My attitude began to scare all the ones who were in the living room. There were five people there: Valois, his sister, her colleague and his two cousins. They stayed there, quiet, and observing. I was completely conscious and aware of the things that were happening around me. But I could not control my words and my attitudes. Something stronger than me was controlling me, something very bad and weird.
CHAPTER VI - THE VISION
The sequence of events became more serious. When I closed my eyes, I tried to open them again, but I could not anymore. I remember that I made a supernatural effort to open my eyes, but I could not. However, what was impressing is that I could visualize all the things. It was as if my spirit was seeing everything, feeling everything and had total conscientiousness about everything around me. I put my hand in my head and I have a strange sensation. It was as if my spirit was leaving my body. But, at the same time that I felt I was leaving from myself, I was totally conscious in my own body and I could talk about what was happening with me.
My spirit began to go down the living room floor of the upstairs. I went the downstairs and I could see the things that were there. I continued going down and I went through a layer of earth that got me to a tunnel, another "world" that I did not know since then. I went down and stood up. When I realized what was happening, I was completely standing up, surrounded by mud up to the half of my legs, almost up to my knees. In my physical body, I could narrate to all that were in the living room everything that I was visualizing. My friends were very afraid and curious concerning that incidence.
Meanwhile, in the tunnel below, I was very afraid because I did not know what was happening. In this moment, I sensed that there was somebody else in that place apart from me. I turned slowly to the left side and I had the sensation that something very evil was there, just by my side. All of sudden, I heard: "Truuuunnnnnnnkkkkk, Creeeeeeech!!!" This was the sound of a spear piercing my side and tearing up my chest. In the tip of the spear, my heart was pulsating alive. The one who was holding the spear threw it to the ground and I could see that the spear sank into the mud. The one who did that was a black shadow with a man shape, which was always standing up at the left side of my body. Suddenly, that shadow told me: "Now you can see what I have to show you".
When I heard that voice, I saw that my heart was thrown into the mud, into the bottom of that tunnel, which seemed a dirty and dark cave. After that, I was not afraid anymore and I was not feeling anything too.
Straight afterward, the shadow that was always at my left side began to go with me to another level, in the underground. We sank in the mud as far as we arrived in a lower level. What I saw in that level was terrifying to be watched by human eyes. It was like a torment place, a cave full of decomposing bodies torn into pieces. I looked at my side and I saw again that black shadow with a man shape.
Just in front of me, there was something that looked like a waterfall coming from the rocks of the cave. That waterfall was gushing out mud, dirty water and many bodies of alive people. Alive people torn into pieces were falling on the ground. So, when they were on the ground, hooks like those that are used to hang pieces of meat in the butcher shops picked the pieces of that people up and put them again in the top of the waterfall, so that they fell again and nothing of them was left over. It was a terrible scene.
Just in the other side, there were several naked women who had their backs to me. They were tied to each other, with chains in their arms and legs. They were being pulled to the left side, toward a big flame that burned their backs. They shouted and groaned a lot. So, that dark being at my side said: "Do you know who those women are? They are prostitutes".
Ahead, I saw some beings like dwarfs. They were real, monstrous and horrible demons. They were taking the people and putting them on a wooden plank of cold cuts (like that planks which are used in the butcher shops to cut meat). Those demons were cutting off the hands of the people with a big ax. There was a very long line of people with their heads bent, waiting for your hands to be cut off. "Do you know who they are?", asked me the dark being. "They are thieves". The horrible and macabre scene had no end.
I precisely remember the time we began to go to another place of the cave. I continued walking, with the shadow at my left side, which was always away from my vision. I just could see it through the side of my eyes. It was never in front of me.
So, we went past a kind of big and dark room. Suddenly, I saw a hand getting hold my arm and pulling me softly to the center of the room. The shadow that was showing me everything in that place got hold my other arm and dragged me to the path where we were walking. It said to me: "Look there!" So, I saw a big ball with black hairs and legs. It looked like a spider, but it did not have eyes, a mouth and nor a head. It was just a big black ball. The shadow asked me again: "Do you know what that is? It is your friends that invite you to go to parties and binges. Did you know about that?" I remained in silence because I did not have anything to answer.
We began to walk toward the exit of that area, which looked like a tunnel or a cave. I could see clearly the exit. However, what was an exit to me was an entrance to many people who, like me, were involved in a demonic and deceiving trap. I saw hundreds of people in line outside the cave. For them, the façade of the cave looked like the entrance of a concert, illuminated by a lot of flashing lights. Nevertheless, they could not imagine what was inside, only death... When we went out, I looked back and I saw two big chains closing that place. The chains went from end to end in the entrance of the tunnel. I looked forward again and I was surprised with something unexpected.