Interesting! The Invisible bullet proof- The African Way!

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Hi guys, I came across this interesting article/topic posted on a blog, so here it isTHE INVISIBLE BULLET-PROOF - THE AFRICAN WAY! (Culled from 'Black Power' by Michael 'Ohan)One of the most potent and intriguing phenomenon of African voodoo and medicine is the famous invisible bullet-proof.This type of black power is far more common and much more in the possession of a greater number of people in Africa both in the rural settings and urban centres than the power of Eziza. Eziza as a very potent voodoo in Africa is extensively discussed in one of the later chapters in this book.Folklores and even contemporary stories abound in Africa of the exploits by various people who were armed with the invisible bullet-proof, both among the high and the low, the good and the bad, especially at wars and during communal clashes.According to ancient Yoruba folklores in western Nigeria, the revered, mythical Sango who had waged and won numerous wars throughout the entire Yoruba land and beyond had succeeded in his exploits because he was well fortified with the power of an invisible bullet-proof. Sango may be a myth among the Yoruba, but the stories you are about to read about the power of an invisible bullet-proof is no myth at all.Closely associated and complimentary with this power against bullets is the extension of this same power and spirit to protect its custodian against machete, knife, sword or spear attack.This voodoo is neither as rare nor its mystery as closely guarded as Eziza’s. It’s almost common place to find people in Africa who possess this power boasting about it in the public or before a known enemy. You could enter any traditional community anywhere in Africa and ask any elderly person you met to direct you to any voodoo practitioner who could help you acquire an invisible bullet-proof for a fee, and you would not need to go too far.This writer was once a test case of this voodoo. My father once had me incised with and initiated by one of his colleagues into the cult of this voodoo for protection against gun-shots and machete attacks, and I was used as a test case for proof of its effectiveness.This traditional medicine man who was also a close associate of my father’s was a specialist with this type of voodoo. My father was not yet an administrator of this voodoo then, but I guessed it was during this particular occasion that he learnt and acquired the knowledge of the voodoo from his friend.The interesting and unforgettable episode went like this. I was summoned into my father’s private quarters in the afternoon of that day, and on getting there I was instructed to pull off all my clothes. This colleague of my father’s from another town had been around with us on a visit since two days. Together, they had been experimenting, administering and exchanging information and knowledge on various voodoos and African traditional medicine. They had been examining new processes for preparing herbal medicines and charms and the discoveries of new herbs and roots of plants for healing during those two days. They were also collectively attending to clients who had been pouring in from all over our town to take advantage of the presence of the visitor who was also a very well known traditional medicine man like my father was.I was only twelve years of age then. After I had pulled off my clothes, my father used a new razor blade to cut seven tiny marks on my forehead, seven on each of my toes and another seven on each of my thumbs. Thereafter, a black powdery substance was incised in the marks, mixed and squeezed into the little blood that oozed out of the cuts. No one told me what was being incised in me, and I dared not to ask.After the incisions were completed I was given a red-clothed object the size of a fist with small, white beads sewn around it. The beads were head together by a thin, read thread. I was then shown an earthen pot filled with water and instructed to put the strange object into the water and take a wash with the water.Of course, I was used to being incised with various kinds of concoctions and washing in various pots and drums of medicinal waters. Being the only son of a known traditional medicine man and voodoo expert, I was supposed to be well protected and fortified against unforeseen evil attacks or accidental death.A few minutes after this initiation, I was asked to dress up and leave, but only to be summoned back to the private quarters about three hours later. This time, the private quarters was filled with more visitors. There were at least seven other men excluding my father and his colleague who was famously called Doctor Awilla. I was asked to walk forward and stand in the middle of the small, already congested sitting area.And before I could get a whiff of what was happening, a sharp well-filed machete landed with a devastating force, aimed to kill, at my back. The force of the impact of the cutlass on my body only pulled me down to the ground in a fall. At that same moment, and before I could realise what had hit me, a shot rang out from a gun aimed at my stomach. When I looked to the direction of the shot while in a daze, I saw my father holding a smoking, double-barrelled shot gun, which I immediately recognized to be his own.The machete did not penetrate my body, neither did the bullet from the gun; they only tore my shirt at the spots where they touched my body. And I felt weak from the impact of the double assault. However, the shock of seeing my father shooting me with his gun was too much for me to bear, being so young. So I fainted. I was later told that my father had immediately poured some cold water on me and I was revived after about a minute.Before the machete and the gun were tested on me, I had no prior knowledge, whatsoever, that the substance which was incised in me, or the initiation done for me about three hours earlier, was that of the power of an invisible bullet and machete proof.The reason why my father had to use his son, his only son, as a test case was to demonstrate the proven efficacy and potency of this voodoo to his waiting clients. I am aware that at a time in the history of the administration of this voodoo in man, goats were used as test cases. But that had to be changed when clients, mostly educated ones who came from the cities and urban centres, began to ask for better proof that the voodoo would work on humans.They based their arguments on the fact that since voodoo was expected to works in cooperation and in alignment with the spirit of the man who is initiated in it (the possessor) then it was inappropriate to test the voodoo on an animal before administering it on human. It was for this reason that the voodoo was tested on me by my father and it proved to be effective.After that day, my father’s house was then always inundated with people from all walks of life who were coming to be incised and initiated into this voodoo and spirit for protection. I must mention that my father made it his point of duty to the society, for safety and security, to administer this voodoo only on those who had recommendations from the king or high chief of wherever tribe they came from. Such recommendations were usually in writing and I was always on hand to read and explain its content to my father.The safety, security and protection of the society and humankind, my father once told me, was the first oath any traditional medicine man or voodoo practitioner in Africa must of necessity swear to in a shrine, and before God, before he was qualified to practise.

Lol I guess have seen a topic on this group concerning it but I didn't read it, so now I'm curious after Reading this guys, how can we achieve this??? ?????