A Pastor’s TRICK that Made Me Fall Stupid In Love with His Son

When I used to attend a Zion Revival church in New York, the Pastor for the church was a man in his sixties I believe, and a very great Seer. I have witnessed many miracles performed in the church and his prophecies were always on point. His wife was friends with all the young girls in the church, but she disliked the older women because she thought that they were all after her husband.

I suspect that it might have been true. There were many times after church that we had to hold her back from fighting Miss Samuel and Sister Dorrett when she thought that they had pretended to be in the spirit and had willfully stepped on her feet, and I believe that she was right in her suspicion. She used to stop the service in the middle of testimony sometimes and take the mic from who ever was testifying and curse all who she suspected of having intimate relations with the Pastor, much to the embarrassment of her children and her husband. To us it was funny, so we never missed a service. The Pastor took a liking to me, he said that he admired my dedication to church and how helpful I was.

One day he told me that he needed to talk to me, and I went to see him. He told me that there was something that he wanted me to do so that my prosperity would uplift. He gave me a brand new scissors and a purple string and told me to go to the cross roads near my house and he gave me the instructions on what to do, and I trustingly did as told.

A week after I was visiting Mother Williams (the church was in the building where the pastor and his family lived), as I passed the Pastors office going toward the steps leading up into their apartment I heard someone playing a guitar. I stopped and peeped where the sound was coming from and saw the most attractive man I had ever seen in a long time. He looked up as he saw me and I blushed and backed away.

I quickly went up the steps to see Mother Williams. I told her about the man who I saw and she said that was her son. When I asked why I had never seen him before, she said that he was not Zion Revival like us, he was a Sabbath keeper he just came visiting them that day. She continued to tell me that he was twenty-seven and his wife was forty and that she was “big and ugly,” (Mother Williams was something else) and both her and her husband wish they could divorce as they did not like the wife. They said she was too old  and ugly for their handsome son and that she had tied him  (spiritually bind him) to her, of that they were sure.

The next day while I was home I received a phone call from the son, his name was Peter. I asked him who gave him my number and he said that his mother gave it to him after he had begged her for it. He told me that he wanted to see me and I consented. It was as if I was not myself. I fell quickly in love with this man and he seemed to be in love with me also.

Never mind that he was tall and handsome, he was also a construction worker, the way I felt about him felt good but deep down in the back of my mind something seemed wrong. Something felt wrong in how I felt about him in that short space of time.

By nature I am a very cautious person, especially when it comes to relationships. The wicked baby father had done a job on me where men were concerned that was number one and also I was never  promiscuous growing up. I came from a home where my mother and father lived together with us as a family and that was what I wanted for my children and myself. Unfortunately my life took a different course and I was a single parent.

On top of everything Peter was married and that was no-no in my book. I was a “goody two shoes”  dem way deh…no married man for me, plus I was cute “wha me a share man fah?” according to Lady Saw “me ah wife!”

But the attraction to Peter was like ice cream with all the sweet toppings. So we began an affair.

When I told him that I was not comfortable with him being married, he said that he was separating from her because they were having problems and it had been that way for a long time (such a typical response). That comforted me a little and about a week after he moved in with me. But what made him move in, was me. When he told me that he was separated from his wife, I suddenly decided that since he was separated, he should show it by moving in with me. So I set a spiritual order for him to move in. I dreamt the next morning that he opened my door and put his construction shoes in my house, and from this dream, I knew he was coming. When I looked outside, there he was outside my door with his guitar, a fish tank, and a suitcase. He moved in that very evening.

My younger children were living in Jamaica at the time, I had sent them down with the nanny that worked with me before my business closed. She had decided to care them for me until life got a little brighter financially. Peter and I were happy at first. His mother and father were ecstatic that we were living together, but there was still that dim feeling in the back of my mind… The kind of feeling that kept whispering “We do not approve.”

Plus how could the parents, knowing that he was married although separated (not legally), and as Christians be ok with our relationship? People let me explain something to you all, conscience is a hell of a thing. When everybody has gone to sleep, and the television is off but you are awake and lying in the dark, conscience, who is always with you begins to speak. It chastises you for your transgressions, it reminds you of how you disrespected your mother today, the way you left the child hungry and dirty, stealing, lying, and the list goes on. Even though I thought I loved Peter my conscience would play to me at nights when all was quiet. He was a married man!

One night three months after we had been living together, I had a vision of me in Pastors church. Peter was there along with some members of the congregation. In the vision, Peter took the form of a small boy about age twelve playing a guitar. The Pastor sat at the back of the church in a corner and it seemed to me like he was hiding.

A slim black woman dressed in Zion Revival uniform, in the colours blue and white, called me up to the front and announced that I would be bringing the message today. She went on to say the message will be taken from Exodus 20, and I will be speaking on the verse that said “thou shalt not covet thy neighbor…” She looked at me piercingly. Then it was as if I was in my bedroom and I saw my closet which was filled with Peter’s clothes, the woman was there and she pointed to the closet and said

What she said next was something that I had felt all the while, but I had refused to believe so I brushed it off when the thought occurred.

Then she was gone and I woke up.

Astonishingly Peter got up that morning, took a shower, dressed and then went to the closet, pulled out his clothes and packed everything and left without saying a word to me or vice versa. A month later I flew to Jamaica to get my children and brought them home. I stopped going to the church. I never saw him or his family again. Jamaican old time people used to say “trick worse than Obeah”. The pastor selected me to be the one that he wanted for his son because he did not approve of the wife and used his talents to make it happen, but a higher power saw and released both of us. This happens all the time whether you want to believe it or not.

Trick wuss dan obeah means that the Pastor led me to believe that he was doing something good for me, and I in my innocence, trusted him and did as what he told me to do, therefore letting him succeed in whatever work that he did to draw his son and I together, and making me behave unlike myself.

But during that time, I myself, was in “spiritual school” (meaning I was being initiated by non-physicals), and so they knew and saw all that was happening and all that the Pastor did but they allowed it to happen to me, because now they also knew that I would do the spiritual order that I did for Peter to move in. They wanted to show me that I had the ability to do these things and they wanted to teach me, and so they allowed the work to go through and Peter moved in. But afterwards, they came to my visions and broke up this situation, and Peter was spiritually led to move out on his own, without quarrel between he and I. Believe it or not, this was all apart of my spiritual schooling. I had to go through these things so that I could know and understand that people could do such works against another, having them do as they will, under the guise of something else (trickery), and also I, myself, learned that I could practice the craft and allow my own desire to manifest.

This was a lesson well taught, and now, I am teaching you all.

Obara Meji