Mansah

By Christiana Mansah Asantey

MANSAH is the true story of a young lady’s inner and spiritual struggles to reconnect with her destiny as divinely planned. From her childhood until she was delivered, she had scary and inexplicable moments and experiences which affected her relationships and work-life. She sought help from diverse sources but to no avail.

The unbearable challenges she was confronted with nearly pushed her over the edge on a path of depression, attempted suicide, identity crisis and loneliness among others. So, when she came to self-realisation with respect to what the spirit world and the physical world were offering, she opted for the right path to reach her God-given destiny. She affirms that going for the open-source entrapments offered by the secular world, will only lead her to destruction, both physically and spiritually. Acknowledging and opting for the ascetic path to embrace God’s package for redemption, comes with rejection, persecution, mockery and disappointment from close relations, as well as bitterness, tears, fears etc., but with a glorious end. Jesus has shown the way, which is truth to life.

The power of God taking over my brokenness to rebuild me. For the Bible says if the foundations are destroyed – what can the righteous do? A True Story by Christiana Mansah Asantey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christiana Mansah Asantey
• Release date: Jan 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005307660

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Mansah

MANSAH

Invitation of the supernatural into my destiny

A True Story

Volume 1

Christiana Mansah Asantey

Copyright © 2021 Christiana Mansah Asantey

Published by Christiana Mansah Asantey Publishing at Smashwords

First edition 2021

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Foreword

About the Author

DEDICATION

I dedicate this book, principally, to my late aunty, Shirley Asantey, who was an avid writer and whose writings and her love for writing, still constantly amazes me. Her inspiration and advice was invaluable. And also to everyone who helped shape me and have become part of

the fabric of my life.

All the names of the characters are not the real names of

the people mentioned in this book, except for my name

MANSAH.

Acknowledgements

The old Chinese adage says, A journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step.

When I decided to put into writing my spiritual ordeal and share it with the world, I consulted with a selection of people whom I trusted. Their input and the journey that I took, yielded this book, MANSAH, which you are reading.

In all sincerity, I cannot express enough appreciation to all those who I narrated part of my life story to, who then encouraged me and offered me the moral support to put the story in book form. It was not easy; straining eyes, sleepless nights, aching wrists and there were times that I was just too tired to type, but I did not lose focus. I could only type 5000 words in a day, which was not easy because I had other things to do. Thanks to the COVID-19 pandemic for also making it possible for me to have enough time to be at home to write this book.

I would like to thank my younger brother, Saviour Asantey, also known as Jordan, for his idea for my book cover and for convincing me to use my name as the main title to replace what I had initially planned to use.

Thanks to Mr. John Oheneba-Acquah, who was my teacher in English Language at Cosmos School, a private educational institution at Nii Boiman, near Abeka-Lapaz, for encouraging me to go ahead with this project after I had shared my experiences with him and the reason I wanted to write a book. He even agreed to do the editing and he did a great job! God richly bless you!

I would also like to thank the one who designed the book’s cover and all the pastors who contributed to my journey. God richly bless you all.

Thanks also to my late parents, Mr. Emmanuel Kwadjo Asantey and Mrs. Ama Peace Oyiadzo Asantey. I am grateful for their love and support when I was growing up, navigating the contours of adulthood and always meeting with challenges and uncertainties. May their loving souls continue to rest in God’s perfect peace. Amen.

And last but not least, to you the readers; thank you for reading my book. It is my prayer that the experiences as shared therein will inspire and motivate you to press on without waning throughout the changing scenes in your journey of life. Amen. God says, My people are destroyed from lack of knowledge. (Hosea 4:6) Knowledge is power!

Let me conclude with the admonition of Max Lucado:

The past does not have to be your prison. You have a voice in your destiny. You have a say in your life. You have a choice in the path you take. Choose well and someday – generations from now – your grandchildren and great-grandchildren will thank God for the seeds you sowed.

FOREWORD

God is Love

How dearly God loves us, and we feel this warm love everywhere within us because God has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with His love. – Rom. 5:5

Have you ever gone through repetitive night terrors or battles with an unknown person or entity in your sleep? If so, I believe you might have screamed, calling out to somebody to save you, to intervene or to deliver you from that unknown person.

Psychologists might say you were hallucinating, having nightmares or something along those lines. And what do you think?

When I was growing up, I encountered people who shared strange stories about dwarves, wizards, witches, strange people, inexplicable and unintelligible voices and the like. Those shared stores were scary for us who were faint-hearted. Interestingly, I had such a harrowing experience whilst on admission at Achimota Hospital.

So, what or who is behind all these? Is it God’s design to test our spiritual resilience we call FAITH? Is it the devil, the prince of the dark, who wants to prove a point that we are frail and vulnerable (1Peter 5:8-10; Job 23:16-17; 25:1-6)?

Look at me! Seeking encouragement and strength to fight your spiritual battles? MANSAH is a must-read. It is a detailed, true and harrowing story about the author’s spiritual journey, right from her childhood until she was delivered. She was haunted and hunted by evil forces as she strived to rediscover and live out her destiny in her journeys from Ghana to Botswana and onward to the People’s Republic of China. Here is a lady whose marriage got wrecked because an unknown spirit claimed she was his wife. She went through scary and inexplicable moments and experiences that affected her relationships and work life. She sought help from diverse sources but to no avail. The unbearable challenges she was confronted with pushed her nearly to the edge of depression, identity crisis, and loneliness. These challenges even pushed her to the edge of suicide.

I, The Lord Knows You!

Live your life worthy of the calling you have received from me; for I know you, I know your plans and the plans I have for you: to prosper you, to give you hope and a future and not to harm you. Trust in me wholeheartedly and it shall be well with your soul. – Eph. 4:1; Jer. 29:11-14; Prov. 3:5

Why is this book a must-read? The author, who happens to be one of my former students, is opening up to you, inviting you to enter her world of realities that were bugged by spirit-beings who held her in ‘spiritual captivity’. Reading between the lines, it is evident that the only escape route was for her to get married to this unknown ‘spirit-husband’. She is opening up to you so that you will know that you are not alone when similar trouble comes your way. There is a WAY, and that WAY is the invitation extended to the Supernatural, the Supreme Being into one’s life.

The author is one of my former students. I remember the very first day she told me of her encounters and struggles with evil forces – physically and spiritually, pushing her to seek spiritual deliverance from one church to another, even to the extent of briefly embracing Islam as an escape. I listened with rapt attention. I do not remember what I told her; however, I remember I did sympathise with her.

MANSAH is sending out this message:

"Fear attracts the devil; faith attracts God. When you choose faith over fear, it activates God’s power! Faith is freedom. It is trusting God and believing in Him. So, when fear knocks, let faith answer the door. Remember the giant in front of you is never bigger than the God inside you!" - Anonymous

MANSAH is an inspirational resource for all those who want to strengthen their threatened faith in the face of spiritual attacks from dark and evil forces.

MANSAH rolls out the existential experiences of the dark side of life, sequentially encountered in different shades by the author. Come into her world, driven by her modest faith to live to realise her destiny and not succumb to the juicy promises and/or threats of the evil forces who prowl around looking for souls to devour.

John Oheneba-Acquah

Born among five children, I happened to be the fourth child and the third among the females. The year 1977, on the fifteenth day of April, got my parents to celebrate my call to this world of ours, though my elder brother claims it was on the seventeenth. Either way, I am still an Aries. Interestingly, Aries is the first fire astrological sign of the zodiac.

My Call To This World

As for you little child, you shall be called a prophet of God, the Most High. You shall go ahead of the Lord to prepare His ways before Him, to make known to His people

their salvation… – Luke 1:76

‘Aries-borns’ are said to be courageous, determined, confident, enthusiastic, optimistic, honest, and passionate. I will stop here. If you would like to know more about my star sign, then please read more on Aries. I can testify to this that my horoscope says it all about me.

My birth heralded the beginning of my spiritual nightmares, battles and night terrors. At the age of three, I was captured by dwarves and somehow, miraculously, my mother got me back after a few days. Some said it was sheer luck and others had the conviction that my spirit was too strong for the dwarves to contain. I call it a divine or supernatural intervention. I returned to my parents safe and sound, but little did anybody foresee that the battle line underlying the storms surrounding my destiny had been drawn. I call it a battle because the devil was after me to change the course of my destiny to his will, while the Supreme Being, the Creator of the universe, the True Supernatural God, the I am that I am, the Prince of Peace, the One who knew me before I was even conceived in my mother’s womb had a good plan for my life: to prosper me and not to harm me.

Growing up, I encountered many challenges that for me appeared normal, without ceding them to any spiritual influence since I was not spiritually inclined at that time to discern what is normal and what is metaphysical. I knew little of The Divine Persons. Yes, I say little because I only knew the name Jesus, and that he was born of a virgin, had an earthly father who was a carpenter and a heavenly father who is the Supreme Being. I knew of Christmas; the day Jesus was born. I knew of Easter. I also knew we must respect our father and mother. I was not familiar with the Ten Commandments or the Decalogue, but later on in life. I got to know that respecting my parents was one of the Ten Commandments (Decalogue). I also knew of biblical stories like Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel and that was all.

God of Wisdom

When you acknowledge me in all you say and do, I will faithfully direct your steps. – Prov. 3

It is not that members of my family are not Christians. My parents were both Presbyterians—may their souls rest in God’s perfect peace, and may they continuously find favour in the sight of the Almighty. Amen! My mother loved singing and so did my father. My mother could sing the whole day. She was a member of the Jasikan Evangelical Presbyterian Church Choir. I used to accompany her to the church premises for singing rehearsals. As for my dad, he used to often play Jim Reeves songs and so, I grew to love the songs of Jim Reeves. May his soul also rest in perfect peace. My favourite Jim Reeves song is ‘I’d Rather Have Jesus’. Coincidentally, my father’s family home at Worawora is right opposite the Evangelical Presbyterian Church.

Worawora (or Ewareware, which means ‘It’s further and further’) is my hometown. It is a town in the Biakoye District of the Oti Region, which used to be part of the Volta Region. According to history, as I was told by my dad, we are Ashantis who migrated from Kuntenase, near Lake Bosomtwe, hence, we speak the Twi dialect.

I started my primary education in Ghana and continued in Botswana. While in Botswana, I always felt lonely, withdrawn, and felt that a part of me was missing. I felt as if something or someone was walking with me. I felt the aura of an invisible force around me. At that time, I could not tell the difference, but I knew that there were two voices I could hear. Yes, I know; one may ask how I knew the difference. Well, I knew because one day at home something inexplicable happened to me.

BECOMING

There is wonderful freedom and joy in coming to recognize that the fun is in the becoming – Gloria Gaither

We lived within a very beautiful garden called Jacaranda Court, located in a very prime area of Gaborone called The Village. We lived in a flat on the third or sixth floor, I cannot quite remember. But one day I woke up and felt the same loneliness; I was withdrawn and full of fear. Fear of what I do not know or could not explain. I felt the world was against me; I felt it was useless to live. I questioned the essence of life. I felt I wanted to die. I was asking myself the definition of life but there was no other person to ask. I did not consider approaching The Supreme Being because I did not know Him very well. If I knew Him well like I do today, I would have found peace and comfort in Him. That would have fed the accumulated hunger of my inner self to choose the right path for my destiny by using the map that God drew for my life on Earth.

A spirit of death was hovering around me, but I had no idea that all these encounters were moments connected to invisible forces. There was a time I felt a very strong force that pulled me to the balcony. Whilst there, I closed the door to the living room so that my siblings would not see me since they were all in the living room watching television. I held onto the balcony’s burglar-proof metal shield, placed one of my legs on the edge with the intent of jumping down to my death. I felt it was useless to live. I felt life had no meaning. Then as I lifted the leg, a very strong and commanding voice said, Jump! Just as I lifted my other leg, another voice, very soft and comforting said, "Don’t jump."

That soothing second voice alone was a big relief and comfort to my inner self. But I had to battle with these two voices for a while. Though they were not attached to any being I could see, I ordered them to keep quiet. Then I felt something inside of me, a feeling with no explanation. I shouted again at both of them to keep quiet. Then it followed, BOTH OF YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!

SUPREME GOD

As surely as I live, says the Lord, every knee will bow before me;

every tongue will acknowledge God. – Romans 14:11

Then I ran from the balcony into my bedroom and cried, keeping it down since my siblings were in the living room.

Growing up, I played and listened to music a lot because it brought me comfort. I created songs in strange languages which appeared unintelligible. I sang in tongues if I can put it that way. The songs I liked best were sung while I was in the bathroom. I could spend hours in the bathroom singing and because of that, I was always the last to bath. Another strange but good medicine for my inner self when I was growing up was that I loved locking up myself in the room. In that haven, I would talk with my inner self, sing, write, dance and so on. All that could be heard from my room was music. I remember it got my father worried though he never mentioned it to me. How did I know? My father confided in a very good friend of his with whom I got along well. She invited me out for lunch, thereafter she took me to her office. She then told me how concerned and worried my father was about me. My father wanted to know if everything was okay with me.

I asked, Why, and did my father mention the reason why he thought something was wrong with me?

She said, recounting what my father said, You like staying indoors too much and you like keeping to yourself.

She asked again if there was something wrong. She was being extremely nice and giving me space to pour out whatever was eating me up.

But I laughed and said, Nope! Nothing is wrong with me, Mma.

THE LORD, YOUR SHEPHERD

Be not afraid, I go before you always; come follow me,

and I will give you rest. – Isaiah 43:2-3

Deceptively, I looked very normal, but honestly, I was not. I was fighting demons both inside and outside me. These are forces that I have not been told about or counselled on how to get them out of my life. My inner self was yeaning to walk the path paved by The Supernatural but the forces populated the path causing confusion. I felt I could not walk in peace and harmony. So, my only solution was to turn my fears into singing and isolation because it worked perfectly well for me at the time.

Another incident happened in the bedroom I shared with my younger brother although we had separate beds. One fateful night, my fears grew so intensely. Every night before retiring to bed, I would wait for my younger brother to fall into a deep sleep so that I could shift my bed closer to his. Then, quietly, I would climb back into bed and wedge myself in the gap to the wall so that my brother’s body could shield and protect me. Hmm… childish thinking. Clearly, I did not have faith, neither was I conversant with the definition of faith. In short, whenever I did this, my fear of the unknown reduced but did not disappear, although it did help me to sleep. In the morning my brother would laugh, tease and joke with me. I did the same to him, but I never disclosed the reason behind me doing that.

A scary night encounter. There was one night when I forgot to draw my bed closer to my brother’s. I nodded off just after I had recited my favourite prayer (printed on a postcard which I picked up near the public dustbin at our flats in Jacaranda Court). It had a portrait of a little girl who had knelt down in a prayerful mood. I kept the card under my pillow, memorise the words religiously. The prayer goes like this:

"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee Lord my soul to keep. Angels watch me through the night and wake me up with the morning light. Amen!"

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, I was awakened by the presence of some strange-looking creatures. I felt a kind of a repressive heaviness around me in the room which made me cover my head with a blanket. I peeped under the blanket to check if my brother was awake to ask for his help, but he was fast asleep. I screamed for help, but my voice was inaudible. I cried out to my parents and sisters, but it was like screaming in the desert.

HE IS MY PROTECTOR

He will release me from the nets of all my foes. He will protect me from their wicked hands. Beneath…

His wings I will rejoice. – Ps. 91

To whom shall I go? If only I knew then what I know today that I could invoke the Blood of Jesus to save me, I would have shouted out this wonderful and powerful name repeatedly to end the scary moment. Tears drench my eyes as I am recounting this experience. The dawn of the night is here, and I can hear the barking of dogs outside.

Well, my struggle with these unknown forces continued the whole night while I lay there with my face and body covered. I was terrified under my blankets. I was too frightened to capture the whole picture of their presence. In order not to live with the fear of their image in my memory for the rest of my life, I got into a scuffle with these strange persons. One of them, very short