The Spiritual Intelligence; Revealed

By Teddy Sabutey

"Here I am…waiting for you, apologetic evil lot. You who engage, at both ends, most of those social-political and religious authorities, to champion your nefarious activities, Lucifer assigs you in the life of humanity, especially in Africa. The ones who see through your evil antics and refuse to play ball with you, like the likes of Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, Thomas Isidore Noel Sankara, Patrice Lumumba, and others, you instigate lies against them, plot against them, kill them, using some of their sell-out trustees, thus perpetuating the same crime since Adam and Eve. But your end has come, for `The Black Shadow`, Kofi, is back with spiritual intelligence and insight through dreams to turn the tables, in favor of the oppressed"

We are not alone!!!

Teddy Sabutey

• Language: English
• Publisher: ENOCH TEDDY SABUTEY
• Release date: Apr 19, 2024
• ISBN: 9789988375256

Teddy Sabutey

Teddy Sabutey works, in the film and television industry as freelance personnel, via on-the-job training since 1983, with many local and foreign production outfits:  Paramount Pictures; BBC; CNN; CBS; Afripique production; Box office; and currently as a producer and one of the company Directors of ASB Production Limited. Teddy had the opportunity to participate in a couple of capacity building workshops: including one organized by Script-net UK and sponsored by Bournemouth University titled "Producers Workshop" in 2004; he has also taken part in Michael Hewitt-Gleeson`s School of Thinking–2008, an online course, as well as The Institute of Professional Investigator`s course; from 2011 to 2012, which help in building his capacity in the Film and Television industry. He has to his credits a second book (textbook) titled `Handbook of Film Production Management for Beginners and Practicing Production Managers, in the film and television industry: https://books2read.com/u/bzZjaq

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Copyright © 2023 by Enoch Teddy Sabutey.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This manuscript (story or novel) is partly the result of dreams by the author and partly a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents recorded are the reproduction of the author ‘s dreams and imaginations or are used fictitiously, and therefore any resemblance to any actual person (s), living or dead, events or locales are entirely coincidental.

ISBN: 978 – 9988 – 3 – 7525 – 6  ebook  ISBN: 978 – 9988 – 3 – 7524 – 9  paperback

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Acknowledgement:

Ithank you, Yehowah (Yahweh),, the creator of the universe, for the dreams and the scriptures that formed my sources of information for this series of novels; I appreciate you in the mighty name of Yesuah, Hallelujah! Hallelujah!! Hallelujah!!!

Not forgetting Mr. P.S. Wayoe, I shall forever be indebted to you for your immersed understanding of the subject matter, conscientious first proofreading, and editing. Thank you, big brother.

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Dedication:

This novel is dedicated to my parents, the late Kwao Martey Gavi Blebo Sabutey and Madam Cecilia Kpti Amedormeh (Ametepey); my siblings; my wife, Mrs. Gifty E. A. Sabutey and our children: Lois M. K. Sabutey, Grace K. Sabutey, and Nissi M. Sabutey.

Let`s share the Grace:

May the Grace of Yesuah Christo, the love of Yahweh, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with us now and forever more, Amen!

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PROLOGUE

H ere I am...waiting for you, apologetic evil lot. You who engages, at both ends, most of those social-political and religious authorities, to champion your nefarious activities, Lucifer assigs you in the life of humanity, especially in Africa. The ones who see through your evil antics and refuse to play ball with you, like the likes of  Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, Thomas Isidore Noel Sankara, Patrice Lumumba, and others, you instigate lies against them, plot against them, kill them, using some of their sell-out trustees, thus perpetuating the same crime since Adam and Eve. But your end has come, for `The Black Shadow`, Kofi, is back with spiritual intelligence and insight through dreams to turn the tables, in favour of the oppressed

We are not alone!!!

Teddy Sabutey

At age seven or eight, Kofi had an encounter at Ayikuma, a town in the Greater Accra region of Ghana, where his parents decided to take him at age 4 (four) away from them to stay with an auntie named Daadah.

The question many ask was why? Why at that age, and why Ayikuma?

Well, Kofi`s grandfather whose father was responsible for establishing the state of Great Ningo, one day decided to `run away` from his chieftaincy responsibilities, being the only male child among the father’s children. He found Ayikuma as a safe hideout.

For Kofi`s father, who had had three or so previous marriages and numerous side concubines which did not give him any child that he so desperately wanted until Kofi`s mother, one wondered why he could allow his first-ever biological child to be separated from him, miles away, but Yehowah knows why, for this is where Kofi had this encounter.

It was one late, typical evening with the sun setting across the horizon of the village of Ayikuma. The village had many compounds, separated by narrow, irregular footpaths.

These paths led to various compounds with many houses and huts, some roofed with straw and others rusted with corrugated roofing sheets. Within such compounds, various families prepare their evening food, either within enclosed or open traditional kitchens, using various sizes of traditional cooking pots on cooking hearths employing firewood burning under them.

One could also observe fufu pounding portal and pestle being washed thoroughly, ready for its usage, while within other households, tables were set for husbands to have their dinners; other husbands smoking their pipes while waiting; kids kept their fingers crossed waiting to be called for their food, while other kids played hid and seek, turning towards their various kitchen if the food was ready.

At this particular large suburb called We-Kpeti, meaning the center of the home, Auntie Daadah, on this day, was busy in front of her Hut, cooking for the family. Her traditional kitchen was busy with soup boiling in a cooking pot, with palm-nut soup aroma filling the air. Some 4 feet away from the traditional hearth was young Kofi, around age eight (8), sweating it out on the labor- intensive activity of fufu pounding.

Kofi completes the task, looking exulted, as Auntie Daadah takes back the pestle from Kofi. She apportioned the pounded fufu in pieces of different sizes into plates and earthen wares positioned around her on the ground. She then called some of the kids playing around to come for their food while she yelled at Kofi, You will have to go and fetch water before you eat. an order Kofi dared not disobey.

Kofi, knowing the implication of non-compliance, did not complain but turned, went into one of the huts came out with a medium-sized bucket and walked away from the compound without a word while other kids of his age were busily washing their hands to eat.

The sun cast its late beams across the village, with darkness forming as Kofi disappeared, walking on a path by the only cemetery, surrounded of the cemetery by a mini forest; with the sunset cast its rays across the cemetery, forming a mystical myth around as Kofi walked on; a man appeared, dressed in shattered clothing like a native hunter or palm-wine tapper. He walked towards Kofi with a huge loop-like ring across his chest. He stopped before Kofi, without uttering a word, held his right hand; he then made a U-turn, leading Kofi some two kilometers from the cemetery to a stream. The man fetched the water from the stream with Kofi`s bucket and beckoned him to come along. They walked in silence back to the cemetery in darkness, to the very spot point he first met Kofi. The man then lifted the bucket onto Kofi`s head and beckoned him to walk away home.

Kofi walked for a while but stopped to look back to see if the man was behind him out of curiosity, but to his surprise, the strange man was nowhere to be found. But rather suddenly heard the sound of beating drums from the village, prompting him to quicken his steps from the vicinity of the cemetery.

Meanwhile, back at the village, a search party made up of young and old men, some holding fire- burning torches, walked towards the direction of the cemetery with pitch shouts amid the drumming, attracting other members of the community to join them in the search for Kofi. Some were angry that Kofi, at his tender age, could be sent to fetch water at that odd hour and to such a faraway stream, alone.

Kofi got excited as the sound of the drum bits got closer and closer, intermingled with human voices compelling him to quicken his steps as he walked away from the narrow bush path on one side fencing the cemetery onto the only narrow untarred road that connects Ayikuma to Larteh Township, though the mountains.

It was here he fully saw the burning fire torches, moving in unison, trooping towards him. As if he knew they were looking for him, he shouted out, I am here...

Then he heard his name being screamed out, Kofi, It was his uncle’s voice. Uncle Narteh, properly known as Lion, led the search party. He rushed over to Kofi and lifted the bucket full of water from Kofi`s head.

Why did you decide to go fetching water at this time...

Kofi replied, Auntie Daadah sent me...she said I should go and fetch water before I could eat...

Uncle Narteh was infuriated and dropped the bucket of water onto the ground, spilling the water.

He lifted Kofi in his arms and headed back towards the community amidst shouts of jubilation for finding young Kofi, with the drums being beaten louder triumphantly.

While questioning the logic behind sending the little kid to fetch water while other kids ate their dinner, Kofi tapped his uncle`s shoulder and began to narrate to the uncle how a strange man came to help him from the cemetery to the stream fetched the water for him, and walked him back to the cemetery before letting him carry the bucket..."

Kofi narrated excitedly.

And where is this tall man? Do you know him?

No...I don`t, but he looked like you in a way I did not see him again...

The whole search group struggled to come to terms with Kofi`s story, wondering who that man could have been. Kofi, over the years since that incident, battled to comprehend the encounter of that faithful day at Ayikuma, with the dashed expectation to see the man again, but nothing until he aged 13.

DON ‘T FIGHT FOR GOD. YOU CAN'T, SO STOP THE KILLING IN HIS NAME

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Chapter 1

It was in 1844:

The entire township of Scotland came under heavy snowfall; as an ancient structure is revealed standing between two other four-story high buildings, with few vehicles in vogue being driven to and fro the street.

The ancient building had soldiers, in their prehistoric snow-protecting outfits, standing with guns, protecting the main entrance of the building, whilst a few all-white men and women, old and young, hurriedly walked away from the street to avoid being drenched by the heavy snowing.

Suddenly, an out-of-place, black young boy of about 13 years old, alone, wearing no snow protective clothing and barefooted, walked across the street, prompting curious on-lookers to stare at him with some amount of indifference and curiosity.

He walked towards the main entrance of the ancient building without taking a look at anybody but seemed to be holding onto an unseen hand towards the building. He looked at the hand holding him; it had a nasty-looking scar in the palm, then peeped up, taking an inquisitive stare at a face only he couldn`t see.

The soldiers by the main entrance looked on, without stopping him, as he walked past them, as dumbfounded passers-by stopped to look towards the boy. It was Kofi; he entered the building, wondering why the soldiers didn’t stop him to question him.

A vast hall is revealed with nine creepy-looking white men of all kinds of heights and sizes and of various ages above 90 years, richly dressed in tailcoats of all shapes and sizes and styled in vogue of that era.

They gathered around a map of the world, pasted on a large board on the wall.

Six of the weird-looking men sat by a large table, with the remaining three resorting to writing using felt pens, a kind of marker at the time, drawing red lines across the map, demarcating areas, and giving them names.

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In the area of Eastern Europe, one of them demarcated a place and wrote across it.

The Ottoman Empire was here.... then Syria, Mesopotamia. Change that name to Iraq, one of them intimated and continued, confuse them the more...change as many of the original names as we can.... This area would be known as Iran; Saudi Arabia... he boldly wrote the names against each area.

One of the creepy-looking men seated by the table shouted out.

Don‘t give all that area to the Islamic people...let create enmity between them... Another cautioned, But they are brothers.... half-brothers....

One of the three in front of the map hesitated for a moment and then drew a long line across the base of Saudi Arabia, dividing it into two, and wrote Yemen on one side and Oman on the other side.

They laughed over that.

Get India also divided, among the Hindus and Muslims...that would also provide fertile breeding grounds to create the biggest human conflict yet recorded, hahahahahaha.

They all burst out laughing. Whilst one drew a line between India and Pakistan, another drew a long line from the edge of Iran, Syria, Jordan, and Palestine and then circled an area, scribbled Israel, and inserted a point in the center.

What ‘s that for...?

The oldest of the creepy-looking men then took a sharp look at his colleagues by the table and smiled.

"Israel, Palestine, we shall come back to that area soon when we bring back our kind to replace the original Hebrews. Those two tribes, Dan and Judah, out of which the son-of-man emerged to destroy us by disclosing the truth about the righteous one, well, we shall see how that unfolds as we replace those living