We live in a world layered with mysteries. Not everything we encounter can be explained by sight or science. Beneath the surface exists another dimension the spiritual realm. In it, light and darkness are locked in constant warfare. Some sell their souls for fame. Others gather in secret covens, feeding on innocence, thriving on the unseen slavery of spirits.
Most people walk through life blind to this reality. But a few are chosen cursed or blessed with eyes that pierce the veil. They are forced into a journey that reshapes their destiny. Lusani was one of them.
Lusani’s childhood was stolen the night witches marked her. At fourteen, just stepping into womanhood, she was captured in the spiritual realm. They saw her future before she even understood it herself a chosen one with the power to expose their wickedness.
While her body slept, her spirit was taken. She would wake with bruises, pains, and exhaustion as if she had labored through the night. Her family dismissed it as sleepwalking and strange dreams. They laughed when she spoke foreign tongues in her sleep, never realizing demons were speaking through her flesh.
She became a slave in the kingdom of darkness: ploughing fields, cleaning toilets, working in ships and markets all in spirit, while her body lay restless in bed.
What the witches feared most was Lusani’s awakening. To prevent her destiny, they cloaked her with a shadow. Wherever she went, she was despised. Friends betrayed her, family rejected her, strangers mocked her. Physically she was beautiful, kind-hearted, and full of life. Spiritually, the shadow projected the image of a “low life” someone untrustworthy and unworthy of love. She walked like the living dead, covered by an aura that repelled everyone.
This was no accident. The witches engineered her rejection so that when her gift emerged, no one would believe her.
Every night was war.
Every dream was not a dream.
In captivity, Lusani was dragged into oceans, caves, jungles, even sewers. She would drown in deep waters, only to be pulled up by unseen hands. By morning, her body trembled with exhaustion and fear. Soon, she developed hydrophobia a terror of water rooted in her nightly abuse.
While her spirit was away, her body became a playground for demons. They danced with it, mocked her family through it, and hurled insults in voices not her own. Her mother, Vele, stayed awake through countless nights, helpless as her daughter’s body twisted and spoke in vulgarities. She thought it was only sleepwalking, never realizing the darker truth: her daughter’s flesh was a temple hijacked by legions.
The tragedy was not just Lusani’s spiritual slavery but her family’s blindness. Her siblings teased her for her strange behaviors. Her mother minimized her experiences as “just bad dreams.” To them, her life was merely eccentric; to her, it was a nightmare unending.
She lived this way for over ten years. Ten years of exhaustion. Ten years of confusion. Ten years enslaved in both the seen and unseen world.
And yet, through all the torment, one thing remained: God’s hand.
By eighteen, Lusani had drifted into worldly living alcohol, boys, rebellion. She was far from God. But even in her distance, He preserved her life. He allowed her captivity not to destroy her, but to awaken her.
Had He rescued her too soon, she would never have known His power. She would have continued living blind to both Him and the war raging over her soul. Through her suffering, her eyes were sharpened. She was being prepared for the calling she was born into: exposing darkness and liberating others trapped in the unseen chains of witchcraft.
In the jungles, caves, and mountains, her enemies met. Her mother’s family, her father’s side, villagers, even people from her schools and workplaces all who had reason to hate her joined forces. They bowed before a towering figure, oak-like and furious. The leader of the coven declared:
“We are the masters of the universe. Whoever rises against us will be slaughtered like goats, or squashed like cockroaches.” Their single agenda: destroy Lusani before her gift matured. To outsiders, Lusani looked like an ordinary girl battling adolescence. But in reality, she was enduring:
Nights of labor in captivity ploughing, scrubbing, serving strangers she never knew.
Days of rejection and loneliness mocked by family, betrayed by friends, shunned by strangers. A body used as a puppet sleepwalking, speaking foreign languages, fighting unseen enemies. Dreams that were not dreams but memories of spiritual abuse.
The witches’ strategy was simple: weaken her spirit, destroy her relationships, confuse her mind, and block her destiny.
But the more they attacked, the closer she was drawn to the One who had chosen her.
Though Lusani was enslaved, she was never abandoned. Each night of terror carved resilience into her soul. Each rejection prepared her for independence from human validation. Each “dream” became a testimony waiting to be unveiled.
She was marked by darkness, yes. But she was also marked by God. And that mark was stronger.
Her story is not one of defeat, but of awakening. The same forces that enslaved her sharpened her spiritual sight. And when her time came, the witches who sought to break her would tremble before her voice.
Lusani’s journey is not just her own it is a mirror for many. We live unaware of battles raging around us. We dismiss spiritual realities as “dreams” or “imagination,” while unseen forces manipulate destinies.
But captivity does not have the final word. Even in chains, purpose burns. God allows battles not to destroy, but to awaken. The unseen war continues in oceans, jungles, and even bedrooms. But so does the unseen grace, preserving those chosen to rise. Lusani’s life reminds us that not all prisons have bars. Some are built in the spirit, unseen by the naked eye, yet heavy enough to crush destinies. Her story is one of pain, yes but also one of purpose.
From the girl mocked for “sleepwalking,” to the woman destined to expose the kingdom of darkness, Lusani’s captivity was her crucible.
And out of crucibles, diamonds are born.
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