Spiritual/Paranormal Stories & Experiences

The heat that day was unbearable, and the sun seemed determined to roast me alive as I made my way home. By the time I arrived, I was completely drained. Cooking was out of the question, so I forced myself to go downstairs and grab some groundnuts. It was quick and easy, no energy wasted.

After eating, sleep took over immediately. That nap was magic because I woke up feeling completely refreshed. As I stretched and gathered myself, my mum called. I stepped outside to take the call, enjoying the fresh air while we chatted. It felt good to be up and moving after such a rough day.

But what I saw when I returned inside shocked me. My wall hanger had fallen right onto my bed, the exact spot where I had been sleeping just minutes before. I froze for a moment, thinking of what could’ve happened if I hadn’t woken up and stepped out when I did. The thought alone gave me chills.
Looking at the mess, all I could do was thank God for His timing.

was all set to make my special Sunday rice. After rinsing my pot and was about to get started started, I opened the lid of the pot ready to pour in the rice in it when i saw a shocking thing in the pot. A wall gecko was sitting inside my pot.

I couldn't believe my eyes as I stood frozen in place for what felt like five whole minutes, just staring at the creature. My mind was swimming with several questions. How did this gecko get into my pot? Did it sneak in while the lid was kept aside while I was rinsing the pot?

I have heard stories about war geckos before. Some said they were poisonous, and I wondered if this could mean something spiritual. Was there a reason it chose to land in my pot?

On a second thought, it was Sunday and I couldn't let it ruin my Sunday. So, after a quick prayer to keep the bad vibes away, I carefully removed the gecko from the pot. With determination, I rinsed the pot again and again. I didn’t just rinse it, I scrubbed it hard with my iron sponge, making sure it was as clean and shiny as possible.

The pot was back on the stove in no time.
A promise of a good meal was made again as my pot heated. Didn't let just a little lizard interfere with my Sunday plans.

The Dark Highway

In rural Texas, there existed a stretch of highway known as "Dead Man's Curve." The locals avoided it, whispering tales of unexplained occurrences and gruesome discoveries.

One stormy night, Sarah, a college student, drove home from a late-night study session. As she approached Dead Man's Curve, her GPS led her astray. The darkness seemed to swallow her whole.

Suddenly, her car sputtered and died. Sarah coasted to the side of the road, getting out to investigate. The wind howled, and rain pounded against her skin.

A figure emerged from the darkness – tall, imposing, with eyes glowing like embers. Sarah tried to scream, but her voice was lost in the storm.

The figure beckoned her toward an old, abandoned diner nearby. Sarah's feet moved involuntarily, as if drawn by an unseen force.

Inside, the diner was dimly lit, with tables set as if awaiting customers. The figure vanished, replaced by a low, raspy voice:

"Welcome to the last stop. You'll never leave."

Sarah discovered she was trapped, with no phone signal or escape. The voice continued:

"You'll join the others, forever stuck on this highway, reliving their final moments."

As Sarah panicked, the diner began to shift and distort, like a funhouse mirror. She stumbled upon a room filled with old photographs – images of people who had vanished on Dead Man's Curve.

Sarah realized she was doomed to join them.

The next morning, police found Sarah's car, abandoned and covered in mud. She was never seen again.

Locals whispered that on stormy nights, Sarah's screams echoed through Dead Man's Curve, forever trapped in the abyss of the Dark Highway.

There was a time, some years back, when I used to visit a particular stream. In this stream, there was a man who caught my attention. He would spend hours scrubbing one part of his body, and then move to another part, repeating the same action over and over. This went on for so long that I became curious and asked around about him.

What I found out left me speechless. This man was once a very brilliant individual who had studied medicine. After he graduated, he secured a job abroad. His future seemed so bright, and everyone was proud of him. He made all the necessary arrangements to travel; his visa, documents, everything was in order.

But on the day he got to the airport, something strange happened. He started acting abnormally, as if he had lost his mind. He couldn’t continue his journey, and they had no choice but to bring him back home.

It wasn’t long before people began to suspect that something spiritual was behind it all. After investigations, it was revealed that his mother was responsible. She had cast some sort of spell or done something spiritual to him, and that was why he lost control.

May we never find ourselves in such situations. Put your faith in God, stay prayerful, and always ask for His guidance.

Growing up as a child, I was often entertained with all sorts of stories, which are both scary, instructive and fun to listen to. It's important I emphasize that I dislike the scary ones as it discomforts me at night. Little do I know that sometimes what we fear the most have a way of coming to us.

The foregoing was just a flash back, but fast forward to my current story. Today made it a month that I saw what is beyond my imagination. I've been hearing stories of Ghosts but I haven't seen one and I never wished to see one. But all that changed just a month ago.

I had just came back from my place of work and it was late in the night. As usual, I'd go to my backyard and fetch some water from the water tank and use same for my bath, at the backyard was a grave of a relative of mine who has died some years back. On this faithful night, I went there and fetched the water and upon carrying the bucket to the bathroom which is outside the main building I noticed a figure seated some distance from the grave. I couldn't tell the gender but then I greeted the figure but no response. I didn't bother but I was wondering who that could be so I went on and took my bath.

After I got to the main building I told my elder sister to check backyard if she will see someone and if she would identify who is the one seated in our backyard. She did and came back with same response that she couldn’t go much closer as the figure was not answering greetings and is motionless. I had to summon courage, pick my phone and on the touch light to see who the Hell is the person scaring us. With me is a long stick in case the person fights me.

On approaching, I kept shouting "who u be, u no go talk?," and while I was trying to shine my phone touch light I noticed that there was nothing there, the figure has apparently disappeared or probably I was hallucinating, but would my sister also be hallucinating? I shouted like never before, I couldn't remember where I flinged the stick to, I only managed to hold the phone and I ran and I refused to sleep in my house that night. I know what I saw and I'm sure it's not hallucination. THE GHOST IS HERE!

Today was different from other Sundays. Waking up i knew that the rain was not going to stop anytime soon. And as the last Sunday of the month,i wasn't planning to stay back because I really wanted to use today to appreciate God and ask Him for guidance for the next Ember months.

While the rain was pouring heavily,I was preparing myself for service while my roommates were still cuddling in bed sleeping. I vowed that no matter what am not staying back.

After everything,my Bible and Hymnary well packed in my dugged bag,i headed for service. While in service i discovered many people could not attend the service according to them they'll use rain as an excuse.

I was asking myself if it was the normal business day,if they could stay back because of rain, which we already have the answer. A big NO.

After the service,the Preacher took his time to pray for us. Declaring that as we entered the rain to honor God that God will bless us more than the quantity of rain that fail on us

Knowing how soaked I was while coming,I believe that God's blessing was going to soaked me as well according to the Preacher's prayers . And I went home with a rainy blessings never to run dry.

One morning, I woke up to a strange leg pain. At first, I thought it was just a minor issue, but by the second day, the pain had intensified, making it hard for me to move around. I called my wife to share my concerns, but she reassured me that the pain would subside. I said a silent prayer, hoping for relief.

By day 3, the pain only grew worse. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I asked my neighbor for help getting to the nearest hospital. I leaned on him for support as we walked in. The nurse asked me to wait, and I found a pillar to lean against, as sitting made the pain worse.

That's when I noticed a man sitting nearby, looking frustrated. I started a conversation and asked if everything was okay. He shared that his child had collapsed that morning and hadn't woken up since. I tried to offer some words of encouragement, sharing stories of the small miracles I see every day.

As we talked, I forgot about my own pain. But then my neighbor pointed something out that I was standing and walking around without any support. I realized that my pain had vanished. I was so busy in helping the other man that I hadn't even noticed my own healing.

Long story short, I told the man his child will wake up and got his contact to reach out later. At evening, he called to tell me his child was awake and eating. To God be the glory

My friend told me he was feeling sick on Thursday, and I thought it was no big deal. I assumed he'd be better by Sunday. So, I sent him a text on Friday night, but I didn't hear back from him. Saturday was busy for me, so I didn't think much of it.

But then, on Sunday, after church, he called me with a weak voice. He said he had broken down and was taken to the hospital. I left church right away and rushed to the hospital, which was 40 minutes away by bus.

During the bus ride, I fell asleep and had a dream. In the dream, my friend came to me with a big smile on his face. I asked him how he was feeling, and he said, "Stephen, I'm fine. Nothing's wrong with me." I woke up to the conductor telling me we'd arrived at the hospital.

I got off the bus and went into the hospital, expecting to see my friend lying in bed, sick. But instead, he was sitting up and eating jollof rice. I asked him what happened, and he told me that after we last spoke, he slept and woke up feeling fine. He was just waiting for the doctor to discharge him.

I was convinced that my dream was a sign of his recovery. It was a miracle
God is still in the business of healing and answering prayers.

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Mrs. Ngozi, a devout Christian, lived alone in a small apartment. One day, while cooking
dinner, her kitchen caught fire. Panicked, she
called 911, but the fire department was
delayed due to heavy traffic.

As the fire spread, Mrs. Ngozi remembered a wise saying: "When you can't call a man, call God." She dropped to her knees and prayed
fervently, asking God to save her home.

Just then, a strong gust of wind blew through the open window, extinguishing the flames. The fire department arrived shortly, amazed to find the fire out.

As they investigated, they discovered a
surprising fact: the wind that put out the fire
came from an unusual direction, and there
were no windows or doors open on that side of the building.

Mrs. Ngozi smiled, knowing God had
answered her prayer. The firefighters left with a newfound respect for the power of prayer.

From that day on, Mrs. Ngozi's apartment
became a hub for prayer meetings, and people came from all over to witness the miracle.

Remember, prayer is not a joke; it's a powerful tool that can change lives. Don't underestimate the power of a sincere prayer! #PrayerWorks #Faith #MiraclesHappen

I'll never forget the exam period when I was a teacher. My assistant teacher fell ill, leaving me to mark the scripts alone. With the deadline far, I procrastinated until the last minute. Finally, at 3 am, exhaustion took over, and I decided to rest for a bit before finishing the task.

I felt a tap on my shoulder around 4 am. Weak and disoriented, I initially thought it was just a dream. But when I tried to move, I realized I was paralyzed with fear. That's when I saw him - a man standing before me, but his face was hidden in darkness.

Panic set in as I tried to scream, but my voice was trapped in my throat. In desperation, I whispered "Jesus," hoping for comfort. And then, the man disappeared into thin air, and I was able to stand up.

As I looked around the room, I wondered if it was all just a hallucination. But the memory of that scary encounter was too real. Who was that man, and why did he appear to me in my moment of weakness?
Had I been visited by an angel or a ghost?

The following day, my colleagues said it was sleep paralysis and I should thank God I survived cause many people pass away from it.

Base on true life story...
Me and favour have been dating for over 3 years now,, she love and. I love her, but anytime I ask of her parent she never seem to give me answers even when I told her about our wedding,, and I also notice she doesn't like mirror, all the mirrors in my house was broken to pieces I was not suspecting anytime I taught it was just a normal thing,, until one faithful night when I was half asleep I notice she looking at me at this moment I was scared don't why she is looking at me she did for good 3 days until one day I decided to tell my mum about her,, my mum was a prayer warrior immediately she saw her I notice some changes of moment and mood but i kept quiet that same night my mum ask me to stay in her room and I should not sleep so that night my mum start praying for me at 12 am to 3am during unGodly hour this girl came to my door and start knocking but my mum refuse to be distracted she keep praying and praying till it was 5 am by this time this girl have disappeared uptill now haven't seen her even her cloths too gone ,, my mum now told me that she was a mermaid that want to take me to her world so I can be her husband,, but the prayer of my mum saved me....

Good Morning Conqueror 🤝

When a FLASHLIGHT grows dim or quits working, you don't throw it away, you change the batteries. When a person messes up and finds themselves in a dark place, do you cast them aside? Of course not, you help them change their batteries! Some need AA.. attention and affection; Some need AAA.. attention, affection and acceptance; some need C.. compassion; some need
D.. direction. And if they still don't seem to shine, simply sit with them quietly and share your light.

Gratitude is like a FLASHLIGHT. It lights up what is already there. You don't necessarily have anything more or different, but suddenly you can actually see what it is. And because you can see, you no longer take it for granted.

Have a gratifying Tuesday

Here is our verse for today:
The jailer called for lights (FLASHLIGHTS) rushed in and fell trembling before Paul and Silas. Acts‬ ‭16‬:‭29‬ ‭NIV

Shalom

Today after school, I tagged along with my friends to their place to get my power bank, which I had left there during the last visit. Initially, I intended to just grab it and head back home, but instead, I found myself staying for a while, catching up with my friends. We started a conversation and unexpectedly shifted to more deeper topics, and we found ourselves discussing diabolical and spiritual phenomena, lol you know how stories goes from one topic to another.

As we delved into our discussions about the existence of the spiritual realm, opinions were divided. Some friends expressed doubt, and we ended up in a hot debate, arguing our points after another. Soon, personal stories began to surface. Each of us shared our own experiences with what we believed to be diabolical occurrences, recounting unexplainable events that had left lasting impressions on us.

Listening to these accounts, we found ourselves captivated by the weight of each tale. It was evident that every person present had encountered something unexplainable, something that defied the regular scientific logic as most people will always like to argue by. These shared experiences were too realistic to dismiss lightly, leading us to question our first notions about the spiritual realm.

As our discussion continued, we came to a conclusion. Despite initial skepticism, the weight of our personal encounters left no room for doubt, there truly exists a spiritual realm. Our individu​​al experiences, combined with the insights we had gained, pointed to an undeniable presence beyond the physical world.
So my friends reading, never doubt that different realms exists and always build your spiritual self.

I was halfway into my meal when the three Okada riders met me inside the Buka. The zinc built roadside restaurant was stuffy that afternoon as the three commercial motorcycle riders stepped into the rowdy joint. They picked a table next to me and then made their orders. I was enjoying my rice and beans with fried meat. This was the popular menu of the eating place. So I was not surprised when the three men also requested rice and beans with meat. But I was surprised when one of them asked the waitress not to put meat on his.
‘ I don’t want meat on my own. ‘He told them loudly.
‘Don’t be stingy. Enjoy yourself while alive.’ I heard one of his companions say.
‘ Yes, spend money on yourself and enjoy your life.’ The third man supported.
But he smiled broadly at his companion and shook his head as if what they were suggesting was ridiculous.
‘You guys can go ahead and enjoy your life with all your money I don’t care. But as for me, I am not spending a dime to buy meat. I hope to do that once I get back to the village. I didn’t come all the way to the city to eat meat.’ He told them seriously.
The waitress brought them their order a few minutes later and I noticed that one of the plates had no meat. I saw the two of them pick out the two plates with meat and left the meatless plate for the third man. He picked up his plate with relish and they all ate silently.
‘But you should be ashamed of your squirrel life. The meat in your meal won’t pinch much from your money. Enjoy today, tomorrow is still far. ’ The first man said as they ate.
‘There is nothing like being a miser here. Look, I have all the money to buy a full ram or goat if I want to. But I have promised myself not to spend extravagantly. I am saving all this money to enjoy myself when I get back to the village.’ The guy responded and then to my surprise brought out a large sum of money from his pocket. ‘You can see I have almost one hundred thousand naira here. But I am not spending a dime on meat. You guys should go ahead and spend yours.’ He said mockingly, protectively returned the money into his pocket and then back to his food.
They finished eating a few minutes later, paid and left me still seated on my seat. I saw them climb their bikes and drive off. I left the buka few minutes later to see a sudden accident ahead of me. Getting to the spot, I saw the mingled body of a man and his bike under a trailer. A proper view confirmed that it was the corpse of the bike rider who had refused to include meat in his meal.

Story Story Story
So this faithful day,I took my dad's car to where I wanted to buy my school stuffs cos I was going back to school the following day.
While on the road,I had a very serious premonition that there was going be a fatal accident and I was like hope is not about me.
Immediately fear gripped me I began meditating,Covering my self with the blood of Jesus.
The next thing I saw was a truck advancing towards my direction,for me I thought it was finished and I was going to die.But all of a sudden I don't know how I swerved into the gutter beside the road and the vehicle stopped while the truck passed
Then I knew that God took care of everything and am alive today.

In the mystical land of Aja, there existed a magnificent tree known as the Ajuko tree. This extraordinary plant, located deep within an enchanted forest, was not your ordinary tree—it was the legendary Tree of Life, revered by the inhabitants of Aja for its incredible powers.

Standing tall, the Ajuko tree reached towards the heavens, its branches spreading out like welcoming arms. Its leaves shimmered in shades of emerald and gold, emitting a mesmerizing glow that bathed the entire forest in a magical light. According to the legends whispered among the people, the tree possessed the ability to bestow immortality, heal the wounded, and grant wisdom to those who sought it.

Within the heart of Aja, the village elders were entrusted with safeguarding the secret knowledge of the Ajuko tree. They dedicated their lives to unraveling the mysteries within and harnessing the tree's mythical potential. For generations, wise men and women had studied the tree, unveiling some of its secrets and utilizing its powers for the betterment of their community.

Once a year, during the festival of Omo-Aja, people from far and wide would gather beneath the Ajuko tree. They would sing songs of gratitude, offer prayers, and present gifts of flowers and fruits. It was believed that the tree's blessings were most abundant during this sacred time.

According to the tales, those fortunate enough to be chosen by the tree would have the opportunity to make a single wish. The selected individuals, their hopes and dreams filling their hearts, would approach the majestic trunk of the Ajuko tree. There, they would whisper their desires, their voices carried away by the gentle rustling of the leaves.

Attentive and wise, the Ajuko tree listened intently, its ancient wisdom discerning the true intentions of those who approached. Some sought healing for their ailments, and the tree would grant them renewed vitality. Others sought guidance and clarity, and the tree would illuminate their minds with profound insights. And there were a few, with hearts pure and selfless, who wished for the well-being and happiness of their loved ones and the entire village.

Yet, the true gift of the Ajuko tree lay not in the fulfillment of individual desires, but in the unity and harmony it fostered within the community. The tree's mythical powers served as a reminder that the well-being of one was intricately connected to the well-being of all. It taught the villagers the importance of compassion, empathy, and the responsibility that accompanied the blessings they received.

As time passed, news of the Ajuko tree spread far and wide. People from distant lands embarked on perilous journeys, driven by their desire to find the fabled tree and experience its mythical powers. Some arrived with pure hearts, seeking wisdom and enlightenment, while others had ulterior motives. The village elders, wise in their knowledge, welcomed these seekers and guided them toward the tree, always mindful of maintaining the delicate balance between sharing its gifts and protecting its sanctity.

The Ajuko tree continued to thrive, its branches reaching higher and its roots growing deeper. It remained an enduring symbol of hope, unity, and the boundless potential of the human spirit. And in the land of Aja, the legacy of the Ajuko tree lived on, passing through generations and reminding them of the power of compassion, the pursuit of wisdom, and the interconnectedness of all living beings.

Deep in the heart of the mystical land of Sobali, nestled along the treacherous riverbank, lived a man named Thomas Uligwe. Thomas was an ordinary villager with an extraordinary curiosity for the unknown. Little did he know that his insatiable quest for knowledge would lead him to a truly terrifying encounter.

One fateful night, as the moon hung low in the ink-black sky, Thomas found himself drawn to the river's edge. A chilling wind whispered through the tall reeds, sending shivers down his spine. Ignoring the warning signs, he ventured closer, his heart pounding with both fear and excitement.

It was then that he noticed a faint glimmer in the water, a mystical glow that danced upon the surface. Intrigued, Thomas reached out, his fingers breaking the stillness of the river. Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through his veins, filling him with an otherworldly power.

Unbeknownst to Thomas, his touch had awakened an ancient and vengeful spirit that dwelled within the river. The spirit, known as the Dark Water Serpent, rose from the depths, its monstrous form coiling and writhing with malicious intent.

A haunting voice echoed through the night, chilling Thomas to the core. "You dare disturb my slumber, mortal?" the spirit hissed, its voice a symphony of malevolence. "Prepare to face the consequences of your reckless curiosity."

Thomas stumbled backward, his heart pounding in his chest as the Dark Water Serpent advanced toward him. Its eyes glowed with an unholy light, and its fangs dripped with venomous malice. Paralyzed with fear, Thomas knew he had awakened a force beyond his comprehension.

Desperate to survive, Thomas frantically searched his mind for a way to appease the wrathful spirit. Remembering tales from the village elders, he realized that only an offering of the purest intentions could quell the spirit's anger.

With trembling hands, Thomas reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, intricately carved wooden figurine, a cherished possession that symbolized his deepest desires for peace and harmony. Holding it aloft, he spoke with a voice laced with sincerity.

"Great spirit of the river, I offer you this token of my humility and respect," Thomas pleaded, his voice barely a whisper. "Forgive my ignorance and spare me from your wrath. I seek only understanding."

Silence hung heavily in the air, and for a moment, Thomas feared that his plea had fallen on deaf ears. But then, as if touched by an invisible hand, the Dark Water Serpent's demeanor softened. Its monstrous form began to dissolve, revealing a gentle river nymph, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of sorrow and acceptance.

"You have shown remorse, mortal, and for that, I spare you," the nymph said, her voice now gentle and soothing. "Remember, knowledge can be a double-edged sword. Seek wisdom, but always respect the boundaries of the unknown."

With those words, the river nymph vanished, leaving Thomas alone on the riverbank. From that night on, he carried with him a newfound reverence for the mysteries of the world, forever mindful of the dangers that lurked just beyond his reach.

And so, the tale of Thomas Uligwe, the man who dared to awaken a vengeful spirit, became a cautionary legend whispered by the fireside for generations to come, reminding the people of Sobali to tread carefully in the realm of magic and the unknown.

As the legend of Thomas Uligwe spread throughout the village of Sobali, it took on a life of its own, growing in both fear and fascination. People recounted the tale with hushed voices and wide eyes, passing it down from one generation to the next.

The villagers, once intrigued by the mysteries of the river, now approached its waters with caution and respect. They offered small tokens of gratitude, such as flowers and prayers, to the spirits that dwelled within. They heeded the lesson that Thomas had learned the hard way: that the pursuit of knowledge should always be tempered with reverence and humility.

Thomas himself became somewhat of a local hero, though he carried the weight of his encounter with the Dark Water Serpent as a solemn reminder. He dedicated himself to studying the ancient lore of Sobali, seeking to understand the delicate balance between the mortal realm and the realm of magic.

With time, Thomas became an esteemed elder, sought after by both villagers and travelers alike for his wisdom and guidance. He shared his story with all who would listen, emphasizing the importance of respecting the boundaries of the unknown and the dangers that lay in arrogance and ignorance.

The legend of Thomas Uligwe became a pillar of Sobali's cultural identity, shaping the village's relationship with magic and the supernatural. It fostered a deep sense of community, as the villagers united in their shared understanding of the delicate harmony that existed between their world and the mystical forces that surrounded them.

To this day, Sobali remains a place where ancient traditions thrive, where the children are raised on stories of Thomas Uligwe's encounter with the Dark Water Serpent. The riverbank, once feared and shunned, is now regarded as a sacred place, a boundary between the tangible and the ethereal.

And as the villagers gaze out across the river's shimmering surface, they are reminded of the bravery and humility of Thomas Uligwe, whose tale serves as a constant reminder of the power and peril that dwell within the realm of magic.

For me, the night had a special allure—a sacred time of self-analysis and regeneration. It was during these quiet hours that I found clarity amidst the bustle of the day, enabling my thoughts to wander freely and my spirit to soar unrestrained. With each passing instant, I felt a sense of calm spread over me, a gentle reassurance that everything would be well.

I'd spent a lot of time with my friends over the last week from enthusiastic chats over books to impromptu outings, every moment spent in their company has been a treasure. We've enjoyed the simple pleasures of friendship, basking in the warmth of each other's company and the bond that unites us.

As I looked out the window, the world beyond appeared to sleep softly bathed in the silvery radiance of the moon. In that instance, I felt a fresh perception of purpose growing inside me, a quiet anticipation of the new week.
Looking ahead to the week ahead, I felt a surge of exhilaration racing through my veins.

Feeling driven, I decided to workout a little before relaxing, which is one of the finest ways I can start a fueled fire of purpose. I peacefully relaxed against the wall after 45 push-ups, certain that I had completed my day's work and that the week would be a productive one.

There is more to the moon than meets the eye. If you take time to carefully research the moon, you will be surprised - its reference in ancient history. It's perfect geometrical symmetry and even astronaut testimonies - all seem to point to one logical conclusion. However I will let you arrive at that conclusion yourself.

Our moon is most likely a hollowed out structure and an artificial satellite that was intentionally placed in the earth's orbit thousands of years ago, and the advanced engineers that accomplished this intended not just to influence the earth's biology but to oversee and control her inhabitants.

The moon seems as natural as the landscape around us, but when you look at all the freakish facts, you will see what NASA researcher Dr Robin Brett saw. This is what he said "It seems easier to explain the non-existence of the moon, than it does to explain its existence"

The moon is millions of years older than the earth

No one can explain why the moon is older by the earth, and older by millions of years. None of the collision with earth theories make even a shred of sense.

will return for more

Nse, a dedicated and committed member to the service of God sat at a corner of the church with folded arms and a sullen face, his countenance worsening as time passed. Two weeks before this, he had fallen from the faith and was suspended to serve as a deterrent to those who held high positions within the Church.

He thought about many things, 'What will people think of me? How will I face my wife whom I had swore to remain faithful with forever? What about these people who respected me as an Elder and a spiritual guide?'
The guilt washed over him more and more until he dropped his head in shame and then, the preacher noticed a soul who felt isolated from the gathering. Few minutes later, Nse, overwhelmed with thoughts dozed off till the sermon was over.

"Brother Nse," the preacher softly called him out of sleep, "Have you forgotten you are a leader?" Feeling a mix of embarrassment and remorse, Nse apologized to the preacher and promised to stay awake. But instead of leaving it at that, the preacher extended an unexpected invitation. "Brother Nse, why don't you come with me for a walk? Sometimes a breath of fresh air can revive the spirit."

Nse, still feeling embarrassed, hesitated for a moment but ultimately agreed. He followed the preacher as they left the church and strolled along the quiet road. As they walked, the preacher spotted a fruit vendor by the roadside, his barrow loaded with fruits. He approached the vendor and purchased a large, ripe watermelon. Nse watched curiously, wondering why the preacher had made this impromptu purchase.

The preacher handed the watermelon to Nse with a smile. "Here, Brother Nse, have a slice. It will refresh you as we walk." Nse's face flushed with embarrassment once again. "Reverend, I appreciate your kindness, but isn't it a bit embarrassing to eat a watermelon while walking on the road?"

The preacher chuckled and replied, "Embarrassment is a burden we often carry unnecessarily, Brother Nse. Sometimes we need to drown out its noise and simply enjoy the blessings that life offers us. As they continued their walk, Nse savored the watermelon, its coolness providing relief from the hot day. Finally, he couldn't contain his curiosity any longer and asked the preacher, "Reverend, why did you ask me to eat the watermelon?"

The preacher with a light tone replied, "Brother, before you ate the watermelon, you thought about the embarrassment it will bring. People did see you eating it but what more can they do? You see, drowning in more guilt will not heal you. God has forgiven you seeing how sober you are and having taken a decision to change."
He paused and continued, "This is not the time to mourn but to seek His face and grow daily in the faith, when you have concluded with your restoration, we will restore your role. And at that time, I pray you are better, a changed and stronger person."

They prayed briefly, exchanged pleasantries and went their separate ways