Sorrow, loneliness and frustration caused me to sink deeper into drugs.

After my son was born and I stopped breastfeeding, I heartlessly began smoking hashish again. I smoked anything I could get my hands on and drank about two bottles of whiskey a day, but the funny thing was that I couldn’t get drunk.

The angel/demon would sit beside me and was always touching me or stroking my hair and like a fool, I allowed him because I was afraid to speak out. Once I asked myself, “Why is this creep always touching me?”

The people I considered friends didn’t believe me when I told them what was going on. They would laugh at me and say, “Oh, Fatima, you’ve been smoking too much.”

Everyone thought I had special gifts because I would often foresee things. I would explain to them that the “angel” was the one who revealed these things and that it wasn’t me. But my supposed friends would just laugh at me. They just thought I was high. How could I possibly open up to these people who didn’t believe me? I tried to explain, but…

The “angel” whispered in my ear: “You’re going to be mine. You’re mine! I gave you your husband, now I’m going to get rid of him.” I didn’t understand why all of a sudden the angel was acting so strange and becoming mean to me.

He would tell me: “Kill your son, kill him!” I was petrified but who could I turn to? I went to a witchdoctor and paid him a lot of money. He cast various spells but instead of things getting better, it was the complete opposite; the “angel” became worse. To others it looked like my life was going great, but I was going crazy. I was spinning out of control!

My husband betrayed me with one of my friends. She often came over my house and eventually ended up in bed with him. That was the last straw.

I was heartbroken and at the bottom of a pit. I just wanted to die. The angel/devil would say: “Go ahead, kill yourself. Can’t you see he doesn’t want you? Go ahead, kill yourself! He’s been cheating on you day and night.”

He would always say, “I’m going to put an end to it all” meanwhile my drug use increased. I was in anguish and needed a way out.

I often had nervous breakdowns and broke everything in the house because I felt trapped. And the “angel” tormented me day and night, saying: “Give me your son.” I found myself screaming at him and he would just laugh at me while I threw things around. But how could I hit something that would just disappear? It was driving me crazy. The angel would say: “Can’t you see that nobody wants you? Go ahead, kill yourself. Kill your son and put an end to everything!”

My days were spent this way: apparently looking like a happy person on the outside but deep down, burying my pain and suffering in hashish, cannabis and alcohol. As the days passed, I became extremely thin and very sick, while my husband spent hours, days and weeks with another woman.

Our relationship became a threesome, so they thought, but only I knew that there was actually a fourth person because I considered the angel/devil as my main relationship.

This is when I tried to commit suicide for the first time. I drank bleach, but my son’s godmother found me in time. I was in horrible pain because the bleach severely damaged my throat.

To make myself feel better and get through the daily chores, I decided to hire another maid. She later asked me to be her daughter’s godmother. Despite all my problems, society still looked up to me as a respected successful woman, invited to all the parties, driving expensive cars, travelling to the hottest spots and using lots of drugs. To them I was a social icon. But it was nothing more than lies, deception and frustration; I wore a huge mask.

The maid witnessed several weird situations in the house: eggs under the bed, photographs tied to the foot of the bed; inexplicable things. When I came home, she would try to get an explanation out of me and tried to understand, but I would just turn to her and say, “I need to smoke a joint because this creep is driving me crazy.” And she wondered: “What creep? Your husband?” I answered, “Him too, but I’m talking about the one that’s here now.” She asked, “Who?” “This one.” She turned to me and said, “Oh my God, you must not be feeling well!” I often cried and screamed, but she didn’t understand anything that was going on.

This maid then suffered a terrible tragedy: her husband hanged himself in front of their 5 year old daughter. I knew it was him, the “angel”, that was making these things happen. But how could I ever explain that to anyone?

During this period of my life, my pain increased but my success was also on the rise. The “angel” changed my name. He said: “From now on your artistic name will be Amitaf (Fatima spelled backwards).”

He gave me the gift of being able to write things backwards and counterfeiting. I was able to forge any name, it was strange, but I liked it because it seemed like the “angel” was on my side again.

The name, Amitaf, was acceptable and quickly became very well known. I met an incredibly famous designer and took a course in modelling and etiquette.

I sat at the table with presidents, government ministers and met many high class people. That’s how I got acquainted with a man who worked for Playboy magazine. Later, our paths crossed again.

I continued portraying a happily married woman, but it was all a lie, all false. It was1985/86. It was April, Holy Week. The headaches were constant, but during this time they became unbearable.

I went to a witchdoctor but things just got worse. It seemed like bombs were going off in my head with every step I took. I became bed ridden and the “angel” would just stay there staring at me.

Maria de Fatima da Cruz Carvalho

The following is the continuation of the previously posted testimony of Maria de Fatima da Cruz Carvalho.

At first, everything seemed rosy. It seemed that I was a happy woman with a perfect marriage. I was envied by many, but my day-to-day life was all a lie. Inside of me was an emptiness, a sadness, pain, just a pretense of happiness.

A year later, I was pregnant. It was a planned pregnancy, but pregnancy problems began to emerge that I couldn’t understand. My husband started getting farther and that “angel” drew even closer. I was an independent woman, trained in physical education, and was very stubborn. I insisted that I wanted to keep working, even with my big belly but my husband insisted that I stay home.

At this point, the “angel” began to lay in bed with us. I became afraid of him, to the point that I often lashed out at my husband, because this angel was there between us. My husband thought that the harsh things I was saying were meant for him, and he became aggressive with me.

Many times, I felt a hand caressing my belly. I thought it was my husband. But when I opened my eyes and saw that it was the “angel”, I’d scream. The angel told me: “Fatima, you will be very rich, but know that there’s a price to pay.” I didn’t understand anything.

At this point, I had stopped using drugs because my child was on the way. But I would have strange attacks, fainting spells and nervous breakdowns. I looked healthy, but I was extremely nervous and irritable with a constant headache, but many told me it was normal.

My son was born in November. I became very rich and the problems multiplied. I was openly envied and hated by those around me, but I was oblivious to it all.

The “angel” came to be constantly, day and night, by my side. The fainting spells, the fits of rage and the anxiety all increased and I felt an inner loneliness. The strange thing was that I had money, a beautiful house by the sea, well employed, and a beautiful son, but felt a great emptiness. Despite this sadness that consumed me, I had to pretend to be happy.

I was always upset. One day I’d be normal, the other day sick, and nobody could find the cause of my distress. I had headaches that felt like everything around me was crushing in on my skull. My husband began to drink. He felt very disconnected from me and began to give more attention to friends than to my son and me. We had a lot of money and we were very young. It was around 1983/84.

The “angel” was now trying to touch me. At times I’d say, “Don’t touch me. Get out!” But no one could see it, just me. What torment! How could I ever tell anyone about this? I began to think of how I could escape that angel that was becoming even more fearful to me. Again that terrible feeling of fear was taking over, that same fear I felt as a child.

Maria de Fatima da Cruz Carvalho

The following contains the first chapters of a powerful testimony: the terrible experience Maria de Fatima da Cruz Carvalho, born in the Saint Thomas and Prince Islands and raised in Portugal, burdened with evil forces that plagued her since early childhood. This book will be published in its entirety, by Editora Gráfica Universal.

I’m feeling very afraid in the darkness of the night. It’s intensely cold. There’s a knot in my throat. I want to go to the bathroom but if even my head comes out from under the covers, he’ll grab me. There’s a man dressed in white behind the door.

It all started when I was a child. I was six years old. I always slept with my head covered. Every night a man would hide behind my bedroom door.

I had a hard time falling asleep. I was scared that he would get a hold of me. I would have cold sweats and tremble. My mother always woke up early, so I’d wait for her to get up and turn on the hallway light and then I’d run to her.

She would often send me back to bed, but I wouldn’t go. I didn’t have the courage to. And so, another sleepless night would go by.

I had multiple personalities as a child. It’s extremely important that parents pay close attention to their children, especially when they’re talking to themselves or say that they have an imaginary friend. Even as a child, I was able to quickly change personalities. Sometimes, I would become overwhelmed with sadness for no apparent reason. I was always afraid because I knew night time was near and I would have to go to bed. This went on throughout my childhood and continued as I grew.

One summer night, I was feeling incredibly hot and was drenched in sweat. I slowly tried to poke my head from under the sheets, but the man’s image quickly moved towards me. I was 12 years old at this time.

That night, I decided that I had to get up and go to the bathroom; it was awfully hot.

I looked out from under the sheets and saw him coming towards me. This time, he was all dressed in black; he sat on my bed and said: “I’m your guardian angel. If you do everything I tell you to, you’ll have success, money, fame and anything else you want.”

I answered, “Ok.”

Still trembling, I got up and went to the bathroom. From that moment on, I no longer feared him.

Everything inside me began to change after I made the pact with him that day. At that time, I didn’t know that I had entered into a pact, but the truth is, that I did.

In the summer, during school vacation, my mother let me go to a park called Muxito. I met up with some friends from school. I asked them what they were up to. One of them said: “Come on, Fatima! Let’s smoke a joint.”

Not knowing what that meant, I asked them what it was, and they said: “Come on, you’ll see how good you’ll feel! Just try it.”

That was when I started doing drugs. I started smoking opium at age 12. My body felt like it was falling asleep. From that day on, the way I dressed, spoke and acted, radically changed. Outside, I acted one way, but at home I was a completely different person. I was always seeing this angel and he was constantly near me.

The “angel” and I were always talking to each other. At first, everyone that heard me thought I had an imaginary friend. He said his name was Pailac. This was 1972.

I can’t say that I was the best student in school, but there was one class where I excelled over everyone else: Physical Education, especially gymnastics. I exceeded my teacher’s expectations, stood out in every test they gave me and the “angel” was always there with me.

I was introduced to new drugs: hashish, LSD, etc… I’ll talk more about the drugs in later chapters.

There were a lot of new experiences living this lifestyle. I truly believed he was my guardian angel. At 16, I went on stage to perform in a show with a well-known singer. I met many important people. If anyone challenged me and said, “You can’t do that!” I would answer back with conviction, “You bet I can!” All I needed to do was say that I wanted something and the angel would say: “It’s yours!” And sure enough, I’d get it because he would make it happen.

People said that I became an extravagant person. I was very proud and arrogant, but at the same time, would easily to change to my convenience.

I had two childhood friends and neighbours that frequently came over my house (no need to mention names). They knew about “Pailac” and would give me questions to ask him. They couldn’t see him but felt his presence and on several occasions saw objects moving. Today, I believe he used them.

The course of my friends’ lives had a very sad ending. One became a prostitute and the other became a heroin junkie.

The “guardian angel” said I was going to be very rich and that he would choose who I would marry. And that’s exactly how it happened. To everyone’s amazement and completely against my parents’ wishes, I got married in 1982.

I don’t know how I fell in love. I was attending night school in Pragal at this time. I was terribly infatuated with him.

It was really weird how I fell madly in love from one year to another. I knew who he was and disliked him very much, then suddenly out of the blue, I was totally in love with him. Even one of my co-workers who had seen how repulsed I was by him, said: “Wow, Fatima, you couldn’t stand him and now you’re head over heels for him!” Today, I know it was the angel’s doing.

My husband came from a wealthy family. We had a huge wedding. The angel took command of everything; he even chose my wedding dress. I was oblivious to how the angel was in complete control of my life.

I remember going into my mother’s room on my wedding day and just falling to my knees. I cried so much. My mother came in and asked me what was happening. I couldn’t explain why I was feeling this profound sadness. I remember looking up and seeing the angel smiling down at me, but I didn’t understand why.

Maria de Fatima da Cruz Carvalho

Rafael José Silvestre, 23, was an atheist since the age of 17. He came to this decision because of several questions that arose in his mind, the main ones being: why does God allow so much evil to happen in the world? How could one God more compelling than another?

“Certain actions taken by Catholics caused me much confusion and so did the bad examples I witnessed from a so-called Christian whose life was the complete opposite of what he claimed to believe. His behavior wasn’t like what I read in the Bible, because although I was an atheist and I didn’t believe in the Bible, I still read it searching to justify my disbelief. My friends and I had the same views on the subject and although many had their doubts they eventually converted to atheism after I influenced them with my reasoning.

The idea I had of the Universal Church of the Kingdom of God was based solely on what I heard about them on the news. I never took time to investigate what I was hearing. I admit that was one of the biggest mistakes I’ve ever made. One of the thoughts I mentioned earlier that came to mind was of the “scandals” that were always appearing on TV against the church regarding money, tithes and offerings, what the congregants gave and this money was put to use .

About two and a half months ago I was invited by a dear friend to come to the UCKG. I was the type of person that had to “see to believe” and so I came to understand how someone could be possessed by evil spirits after witnessing my friend manifest. And that’s when I began questioning my stand on atheism. Was everything that I was so sure about, the power of reasoning, really the only thing that exists?

I decided to continue going to church to support my friend in her deliverance. During the meetings, I continued seeing how she would manifest with evil spirits and how she would become normal again after the bishop used his authority through prayer to deliver her. I felt some strange things happen to me as well, like: discomfort, shaking and pressure on my body as if something was pulling me down. Seeing how the bishop had all this authority over those evil forces challenged everything I believed in. I wanted to understand where that power was coming from. Doubts filled my mind. I spoke with one of the members of the Church and he suggested that I put God to test by tithing. I gave my tithe, put God to test and got an answer, it was amazing. Since then, I began seeking God, the bishop and the pastor for help. I also began reading the Bible to clarify my doubts and for the first time, I found answers.

During one of the worship meetings my attention was drawn to the fact that it’s necessary to bury our sinful past and give birth to a new life. I finally understood that I’m human and a sinner and I was able to repent and find forgiveness in Jesus. I decided to place my life in God’s hands and accept Jesus Christ as my Lord. I was baptized in water and through Him, I’m able find the strength to fight against my will.

Today, I participated of the Lord’s Supper for the first time and it was really special. I was able to take part of the body and blood of Christ. To me, this is experimenting with my faith. It’s not something palpable or found in a material form. I believe that through these elements (the bread and wine) I’m in communion with the Body of Christ.

Everything is now clear to me. I understand the value of a true sacrifice. It’s not in the sacrifice itself; there’s so much more behind what really pleases God and being able to let go of the materialism and rely solely on God is what shows our true faith. The formula for a miracle is: give your life to God and fully trust in Him, without doubting.

I have a thirst for the Holy Spirit to fill me completely. I fight every day to conquer and I will, because today I believe!”

Hi Bishop, how are you?

I was so excited that you allowed me to write to you, that I don’t even know where to start. A bunch of things come to mind.

I was moved after hearing your meeting on Sunday. That’s what I believe the Universal Church is. It has a unique faith and a love that can’t be found in this world.

As you know, my father left home when I was little and our life became a disgrace. Nobody helped us. There were a few, very few, that even tried but couldn’t afford to keep helping us out, didn’t have enough love for us, didn’t have patience and most importantly they didn’t have God.

No one could help us. We knocked on many doors: churches, witch doctors, family members, my mom and I even went to the cemetery and lit candles to my dead grandfather.

Things only got worse and that’s when no one could really help us. Everyone has their own problems and don’t want to be bothered with other’s.

That’s when we went to the Universal Church, in Pinheiros (São Paulo, Brazil), where we found pastors with enough patience to hear us out and best of all, faith to fight for us. It was through this faith that I met God’s love and discovered my hatred for the devil.

When I heard your prayer of humility, I could feel the pain you and the people were and are going through. It reminded me of everything you faced - the persecution and challenges. I also heard you say that you don’t know what else to do and you even asked God to take your life as if it were a favor to you, oh no bishop, this can’t happen!

If you don’t know what to do, imagine me? I know God guides you and we all need you. Of course we need God, but only you, through the Universal Church can lead us to Him. There isn’t any other ministry (that I know of) that can lead us to God.

When I speak to my mother or my sisters (only one hasn’t converted yet), I see what you have done for us; you guided us to God!

Just the fact that you were able to help us, already makes me consider you a perfect overcomer.

Bishop, there are millions of people, like my family and I, who need your help to guide them to the Lord Jesus!

Thank you, for helping us even in the midst of all the difficulties, harassment and slander.

I always pray for all of your family: Mrs. Esther, Bp. Renato, Mrs. Cristiane, Bp. Julio, Mrs. Viviane, Moses, although I do sometimes forget to mention your grandson (lol). Anything can happen in this world, but one thing’s for sure, a man of God exists.

Here, the ministry moves forward. There are still many things to learn. Lack of experience will only lead me to use my faith and rely on the mercy of God until I learn, right? And God has seen our desire to save souls and blessed us by bringing more and more people to church.

Soon, another church will be opened. We’re only missing some minor details.

I’ve learned a lot from Bp. Renato, Bp. Julio (I’m still learning, because they’re always sending new inspirations) and Bp. Peter, who is now in England. His meetings are really cool. He’s even taught me how to ski in the snow! Only at the UCKG.

A great big hug from me bishop and stay with the Lord Jesus Christ.

We love Jesus and we love you!

Guilherme from Ireland

My name is Rosana Vaz Wolters, I am 44 years old and this is my story:

When I was 3 years old, my mother left my father, who was an alcoholic and wasn’t around much to help out with the household expenses. She struggled to raise three children on her own. Despite financial hardships, I have pretty good childhood memories.

My mother remarried when I was 7. Her new husband was very irritable and aggressive. There was constant fighting in the house because any little thing would set him off. I couldn’t stand living in that hostile atmosphere, so I always found a way to sleep over at a friend’s house and try to escape reality.

During my early teens, I was strictly anti drugs, cigarettes and alcohol. But over time, I began giving into peer pressure, and when I realized it I was already drinking and smoking cigarettes and marijuana.

After a serious argument with my stepfather, I decided not to go back home. So I went to live with someone until I could afford my own place.

At that time, my life was heading towards disaster. Because I didn’t want to remember the past, I decided to wonder about my future. As a result, I went to a fortuneteller. During the reading, she described my past in detail. I was very impressed because I had never seen this woman before. Later on I learned that I was actually having a consultation with an unclean spirit, which was why she knew everything about me. The one who caused all the destruction in my past was right there, speaking to me through this woman. And so I decided to resign from a promising job in Brazil and moved to Spain and then to London, England.

In Europe, it is so easy to come into contact with different cultures and religions. Soon, I was deep into religious philosophies that preached about karma and reincarnation. I was greatly mistaken because the Word of God teaches us that: “… Man is destined to die once, and after that to face judgment.” (Hebrews 9:27)

I think one of the biggest mistakes taught by certain philosophies is the belief that only God and heaven exist and that hell and the devil are fictitious fairytales, and if we believe only in the existence of God and heaven, we don’t feel the need for salvation. “Salvation from what?” I would wonder when someone told me that I was lost and in need of salvation. And yet, the Bible describes hell in detail and warns us against the father of lies and the enemy of our souls.

In London, I experimented with drugs such as hashish and LSD, as well as different types of marijuana. In time, I was smoking every day and spent everything I earned on drugs, shows, alcohol and cigarettes.

Looking for a way to save some money, I moved to Australia. There, I experimented with ecstasy and cocaine. I didn’t have much of a relationship with my family because talking to them would remind me of what I tried so hard to forget.

During my 3 year, 5 month stay in Australia, I met Junior Marvin, the lead singer of a reggae band called The Wailers - a band that toured with Bob Marley for 14 years (I mention his name here with his permission).

The bright lights of the stage and the possibility of having any kind of fame took hold of me. In the summer of 1995, I travelled with him all across Europe. I loved the interaction with the fans, the interviews and all the attention they received. Little did I know that all those things were, and are, illusions.

That same year, I married Junior and got pregnant. I remember thinking: “What am I going to do now that I have to stop using drugs?” I had an enormous fear of facing reality without any type of anaesthesia to dull my pain.

Six months after my daughter’s birth, I moved back to Brazil to be near my family in Goiania. My mother had already converted but my pride wouldn’t let me go near her house. Although I was a follower of philosophies that preached about inner peace, forgiveness, tranquillity and harmony, all I had to do was set my eyes on my stepfather and I would become enraged. He, in turn, received me with open arms and was saddened by the fact that I wouldn’t allow him to stay near my daughter. This is how I came to the conclusion that the religious philosophies I read so much about were worthless. I was still a slave to the hatred, bitterness, resentment and pride.

My brother and his mother-in-law were the ones who showed me the way to the Universal Church. I arrived without a place to live, jobless, without a car, with a 9 month old daughter to raise, a failed marriage, filled with hurt, anger, suffering from a stomach ulcer, panic attacks, and addicted to marijuana, cigarettes and alcohol.

The first meeting I attended was for deliverance, with the then pastor and now bishop, Marcus Silva. Although I didn’t understand much of what was happening, I immediately noticed that there was a different type of power present there. I saw people being truly delivered through the pastor’s prayer. I began to understand that I, more than any of the people I blamed for my bitterness, needed to be urgently delivered. To my family’s surprise, who had always considered me the “black sheep”, I continued attending the meetings at the Universal Church. It was the beginning of a new life.

I am very grateful to the bishops, pastors and assistants of the UCKG, in particular to Mrs. Roseli, because as a new member and knowing that she was an ex-witch doctor, I immediately sought her out to talk to her.

Because I wasn’t truly delivered yet, I was looking to her for a revelation. I knew that in other churches, people used God’s name to do something very similar to what fortune-tellers do. I thought she would be my way around my addiction of fortune-telling.

However, to my embarrassment, her answer was always the same: “The man of God just finished preaching from the altar what you have to do to change your life. Did you hear what he said?” she asked. “I heard,” I answered. “Then why are you here asking me the same thing all over again? Do you think my answer will be different? I’m not a witch doctor anymore and I will never return to that life again. If everyone had the chance to see what I saw, they wouldn’t play, not even for a second, with the things that pertain to God and they would live this day as if it were their last because you never know how many minutes of life you have left. Be obedient, fix your life with God, do what the pastor said and you’ll see an answer in your life.” So, I obeyed.

After a few years, I moved to the United States with my daughter, began working as a housekeeper and remained faithful.

I remarried. My husband, Alan Wolters, is a wonderful husband and father. Our kids get along really well. We live in peace with no arguments in our comfortable home.

Because of our faithfulness in our tithes and offerings, God has prospered us. Today, I no longer work as a housekeeper. In less than one year, we opened two companies, one of which is at an estate I once worked for. We own luxury cars and dine in the finest places; everything has changed.

I must also mention that my relationship with my family has been transformed. Today, the same man I used to call step-father I now call my father. I no longer have any sicknesses or addictions.

I once heard Bishop Macedo on the radio, inviting us to use our intelligence. He said, “To my friends who believe in fortune-telling. If you believe your future is written in the palm of your hands, please use your intelligence. What about those who don’t have hands? Does that mean they don’t have a future?” Those words made a light turn on in my head and it was like the chains that were tying me down were broken.

I, who thought myself to be so advanced and intelligent, was introduced to my ignorance right then and there. I couldn’t think of anything to do other than laugh. I realized that I needed to, without delay, forget everything I learned and start over. So I did.

In faith,

Rosana Wolters

The following testimony has led to the conversion and salvation of many souls:

Born in the city of Minas Gerais, Brazil on February 10th 1941, Roseli Silva had a life filled with struggles. Despite having been rejected while still in the womb and handed off to her paternal grandmother at birth, Roseli was a healthy child, always ready to work hard.

She got married at 18 and had 3 children. After some time, Roseli opened her own witchcraft centre and her dedication to evil spirits, whose names are not worth mentioning, increased every day. In addition to witchcraft, she saw, heard and spoke face to face with the self-proclaimed chief of hell.

Although she never charged for her consultations, she continued doing witchcraft for those who sought her help.

Until one day, while watching the news on TV, she saw a story about Bishop Edir Macedo’s arrest. Up in arms, thinking that the bishop was guilty of all charges and acting in bad faith, she decided to conjure a curse to kill the bishop, right there while still in prison. First, she wanted to be certain of what the bishop’s true intentions were, his actions in the past and present and whether or not he was guilty.

If he was guilty, she determined according to her powers of witchcraft, that his death would be ordered to happen within the next 3 hours; if he was innocent, he would be released within the same 3 hours. Her orders were always strictly followed to the T by the devil.

However, something new and very curious happened. The candle she lit would not stay lit. She lit it 3 times and although there was no breeze, it kept blowing out. That’s when the devil appeared and she began demanding answers: “Why doesn’t the candle remain lit and why is the bishop still alive? The demon, known as Lucifer, quickly answered: “I’m not allowed to touch him.”

“What?” she asked. “I can’t touch him,” he repeated. “And why not?” she asked. “He’s a just man. He isn’t at fault,” he answered.

Realizing that there was Someone greater than the one she worked for, Roseli became enraged, but the devil kept talking: “And more, I am here for the last time to give you a message. From now on, I won’t have anything to do with you and when you go to that Church, which I hate, and put on that uniform, I’ll be watching you. But the moment that you slip up, I’ll get you because the thing I hate the most is losing a soul to the Great One.” She replied: “So from now on we are enemies.”

Meanwhile, her assistant called to inform her that the man she placed a death curse on had been released. This is what convinced her of Bishop Macedo’s innocence.

She then asked that justice be done to those who plotted against him.

Wasting no time at all, Roseli got rid of all her witchcraft supplies and utensils and before she knew it, she was in a Universal Church in the city of Goiania. Still not quite understanding what was happening, she says that there were many evil spirits inside the Church, but they weren’t intrepid, giving orders or screaming. She observed that many of them were bound and on their knees, obeying what Pastor Israel commanded.

She noticed one of the head demons flying over the altar around the pastor. She, in her simplicity, began talking to that demon and asked,
“Why don’t you kick him in the mouth for saying these things and getting me tremendously upset.”
He replied: “I can’t.”
“Why?” she wondered.
“He has an empty stomach. He hasn’t eaten or drank anything,” said the demon.
“Even I can knock him down with a simple punch,” she said.
“I can’t touch him because he’s done no wrong. But I know everything he likes and I’m going to put it just outside the church door,” replied the demon, surrounding the pastor in great anger.

Roseli’s deliverance began that day. Through her obedience to the Word of God and the pastor’s counselling, she persevered in getting to know the same God that protected the bishop from her curse. Her deliverance didn’t take long. In a short amount of time Mrs. Roseli was baptized in water and in the Holy Spirit.

Even though she knew that God had forgiven her past mistakes, Mrs. Roseli carried with her the dream of apologizing to Bishop Macedo. God fulfilled her dream and as shown in the pictures. She had the opportunity to personally apologize to Bishop Macedo, whose messages she constantly listens to, and always prays for him and his family.

Today, she is more than happy to use her testimony to win souls for the Kingdom of God. “My life is an example. I came to church sick, addicted to alcohol, drugs, cigarettes, a follower of many cults, addicted to Tarot cards, broke, jobless and homeless.

Today I am delivered, healthy, happily married, full of joy and prosperous; Praise God!

Like Mrs. Roseli’s says: “I will never leave The Universal Church. Even if Bishop Macedo decided to leave, which is impossible, I won’t move from here because I know the truth. I know I’m alive because of his and the pastors’ efforts, dedication and obedience to the Word of God.

This testimony brought me to tears and I’d like to share this with you. Read it slowly and give it the attention that it deserves!

A testimony sent by email

Bishop Macedo,

My name is Pedro Dante. My wife, Antonia, and I are sending you this email and are eager for it to reach you. It’s the story of how I found God.

Bishop, I have a degree in medicine and was once devoid of this faith, the same faith that my wife and nonna (grandmother, we’re Italian, Bishop) embraced after coming to the UCKG. I always depended on the work of my own hands and my education… proud of my work as a doctor through which I saved lives. My wife fought for me for 12 years, for my salvation. I never allowed her to say anything to me about God or the UCKG. We always had the best financial situation, and never depended on anyone. Very wisely, my wife kept fighting for my salvation in silence, because she knew her husband: a proud man that would never allow her to speak about GOD or her faith.

Then in September of 2008 the unexpected happened. Since I’m a well known and respected doctor, I got a call from a friend asking me to go to Campo Grande in Mato Grosso do Sul (Brazil), to handle a case of Dengue Hemorrhagic Fever. In this particular case I was going to perform an autopsy; to examine a dead body and gather data to help in the development of a vaccine against the various types of Dengue Fever.

It was a girl of 26, but Bishop, when I arrived she had already suffered the trauma of a series of respiratory failure and was in an induced coma. My medical team got busy controlling the fever and the hemorrhaging. As a doctor I had never seen such a severe case of Dengue Fever, but even so, there was something different with the look on her face.

This young woman, a warrior of faith, Bishop, was of the same faith as my wife. When I arrived with my medical team, we evaluated her case and found that she was extremely sick. She should have already been dead from her many respiratory failures. That night, when she came out of her coma, my team called me.

I had not yet talked to her because of her bad state. She said to me: Doctor, I don’t know what the LORD JESUS is going to do tonight, I don’t know what He wants, but I know that His will will be done in my life. And if He wants to take me today, you won’t be able to do anything about it. You can perform CPR on me, use the defibrillator, or anything else you deem necessary, but I’ll only come back if GOD Himself chooses to bring me back because my life is in His hands!

Bishop Macedo, to me that was just absurd, because in all my pride I would never allow a girl say something like that to me. She was really patronising. In all my life, no one had ever spoken to me like that. One small detail is that she had never seen me before. I said to the team that worked with me: Who’s the professional here? Who studied and specialised in medicine for years? Here comes this girl, this child, to insult me in this manner. Who does she think she is? While I’ve been studying and saving lives, she’s been in church serving this GOD of hers!

Bishop, I left the room of this young woman named Charlene. I left there shouting, furious at everything that had just happened… she was in this extremely critical situation, believing in what she couldn’t see, and her body was just shattered. And then, one more time the unexpected happened. Late that night, Bishop, her heart stopped beating. At that moment I remembered what she had said to me a few minutes earlier. I quickly began to do CPR on her and used the defibrillator. After 40 minutes of trying to resuscitate her I was exhausted, and my team stopped assisting and was just watching me. Then my chief assistant and friend grabbed my arm and said: Peter, stop. She’s dead. It’s finished!

Bishop, I left that place humiliated and crying. I said to my team: “I’ve never lost anyone in these 35 years of medicine, and now comes this patronising girl who embarrasses me in front of everyone with this faith in her GOD,” (I kept remembering that my wife was of the same faith and church as Charlene). My medical team hung their heads during my angry outburst. But after some minutes I was able to gather myself, took a deep breath and went out to tell the family that Charlene had succumbed to her illness.

I said to the family: I did everything I could to bring her back to life, but in the end Charlene passed away. THEN A NURSE CAME RUNNING INTO THE ROOM SHOUTING: DOCTOR PEDRO, THE PATIENT ISN’T DEAD. SHE JUST WOKE UP!!!!!!! BISHOP MACEDO, AFTER EXHAUSTING ALL OF MY STRENGTH AND MEDICAL KNOWLEDGE, AND TELLING HER FAMILY THAT SHE WAS DEAD, SHE SIMPLY WOKE UP. I HAD ALREADY ANNOUNCED HER TIME OF DEATH. SHE WAS IN ANOTHER ROOM. WE WERE ALREADY GOING THROUGH THE NORMAL PROCEDURES AND I WAS WITH HER FAMILY, AND ALL OF A SUDDEN SHE WOKE UP…

MY MIND DIDN’T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING. MY YEARS OF STUDY, MY TRAINING, MY DEGREE, NONE OF IT HAD PREPARED ME FOR THIS. WHEN I ENTERED HER ROOM, SHE WAS SITTING UP, SMILING. PERPLEXED AND UNABLE TO UNDERSTAND WHAT WAS HAPPENING, I EXAMINED HER… AND COULDN’T EVEN LOOK HER IN THE EYE.

When I left her I called my wife who was in Campinas (Sao Paulo, Brazil) where we lived. She was still awake preparing things because we were about to move to Portugal. I said to her: Antonia, help me, because I don’t know what just happened. I don’t understand any of this.

I explained everything that had happened that night. Antonia said: Pedro, honey, I knew this would happen one day. I knew GOD would knock you off your feet and that you would find Him. Don’t worry everything’s going to become clear. GOD did all of this just for you.

I cried a lot that night. I wasn’t able to sleep one bit. I was just waiting for morning to come so I could go and talk to the young lady.

Early in the morning I went to see her. Bishop Macedo, she talked to me about JESUS, about His sacrifice for me. She said that her life was in the hands of GOD, and that she was never afraid because she knew who she believed in. Then she invited me to go to the cathedral on Sunday morning, before returning to Sao Paulo. She said I shouldn’t waste any more time, and that I should attend a meeting at the UCKG immediately.

Then I told her that my wife, Antonia, had been a member of this church for 12 years, and that she had always wanted to take me with her, that she had always fought for me. Charlene said: GOD heard your wife’s prayers, doctor. He saw everything she did for you. Last night MY GOD was forced to use a “dead” person to save your soul. He had already tried to use many living people, but you never paid attention to what GOD was saying through them.

I went to the cathedral in Campo Grande where the bishop was preaching that GOD works when medicine can’t work anymore; that this is the GOD of the UCKG. I thought that Charlene or someone else had told him what had happened, but it was GOD speaking to me. I participated in the meeting, a little perplexed by that. I left there with those words ringing in my ears, trying to understand everything that had happened. I spoke on the phone and exchanged emails with Charlene’s pastors and their wives who had been closely following everything (they live in Porto Alegre). They are: Pr. David Windsor, and his wife Jecy, Pr. Cristiano, and his wife Paola, as Charlene refers to them, friends that are closer than family. In one of his emails, Pr. David wrote: Dr. Pedro, from the very beginning the target was not Charlene, because she was already saved! GOD was targeting you!

Bishop, I went back to my wife, Antonia, in Sao Paulo. In fact, she told me that I wasn’t the same Pedro that she had last seen! Though we had scheduled a flight to Portugal, we went to the UCKG in Sao Paulo, where we asked the pastors if we could speak with either Bp. Romualdo, Bp. Jadson, or Pr. Edson, but the pastor said that Bp. Romualdo was travelling, and the other pastors were not available to speak. Even so, my wife and I attended the service.

Bp. Jadson called all those who wanted to surrender their lives to GOD to come forward. I went and gave up my life. Immediately a PEACE and JOY came over me. It was like several TONS were lifted off my shoulders. Now I understand all that GOD did to save my soul… the sacrifice of HIS SON, MY LORD JESUS. TODAY I CONFESS THAT HE IS MY LORD. Now I understand that what happened in Campo Grande was for me to find GOD; to have an encounter with God! Today we live in Portugal. I’m building my own hospital. My children belong to the UCKG together with my Antonia. My nonna (who has now passed on) and who fought for me, can now smell the fragrance of JESUS in me. She also belonged to the UCKG. During the recent earthquake in Italy she went to be with JESUS. But I’m at peace because she was saved, and if the same happens to me, I’m certain that I’ll be saved too.

My good, Bishop Macedo, this is how I found God. I tried to summarise and not get into too many details… but this is it. God saved me and now I recognise that only He has dominion and power over everything, and that everything is possible for those who believe, even in death!

Days after all this happened in that hospital, another patient was admitted with Denge Hemorrhagic Fever. She died. But one detail, Bishop: this patient was involved in occult practices and her face was dark and sad. She died with a look of agony, the total opposite of what I had seen several days earlier… the power of GOD.

Charlene has totally recovered without any recurrence… a person who had 13 respiratory failures, internal hemorrhaging, who had no heartbeat and did not breathe for 40 minutes, and who had both normally occurring and induced comas. After all of this, she woke up smiling… a real miracle of the power of GOD! She told me that she’s not against medicine, that medicine is from GOD, but that it has its limits, and our GOD has no limits! Every day Antonia thanks GOD for what happened because without it, the old, proud Peter would never have recognised this miracle.

I hope you get this email, Bishop. Forgive me for everything that I used to say about you and your faith. I’ve already asked Antonia to forgive me. Please Bishop, my sincere apologies and my utmost thanks for you having persevered in the face of so many difficulties (I read your book) to rescue so many souls, including my own.

One more thing, before I used to be known as “Doctor House, the unbeliever”, now I’m known as “Doctor Pedro, a man that’s been born of GOD.”

In faith,

Pedro Dante and family.