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THE CHRONICLES OF TANZAMINA BOOK 3 - THE REDEMPTION.

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Joy Sun.


In the language of tears . For the Saints.
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THE STORY BEHIND THE BOOKS


A PUSHFUL, OUTGOING BOY.

When I was fifteen, my outgoing brother brought back home one day, some volume of colorless and red mecury. It was my first incidence of seeing the element. Not long after then, he brought home with him a set of novels used in his literature class called ‘The Chronicles of Narnia’. I was so fascinated by the books, and read the first in the series – The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe. As I took it to school, a colleague of mine Charles saw it and fell in love with it.

THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA
According to Charles, the entire set of five novels were the greatest literary work written by a single man. Despite the fact that the author had done a good job, I pointed out to him that they were not so phenomenal afterall. I spoke as a professor that knew everything about the field of literature, when as yet I never offered it as a course, except in my junior levels. I let Charles know that personally, as an author in the near future, I would write books far better than them. By this I was only stating in a honest way those things that distinguished me as a child prodigy. I was an unusual child. My ideas usually seemed too blown beyond proportion to be accepted and often led me into trouble with the people I met, and I usually simply couldn’t cope with those of my contemporaries for their over simplicity. I was, to sum it up, a strange child and often could not account for why I reasoned the way I did, nor yet why others did the way they did. I always wanted (and still want) everything perfect, which usually led to arguements. My younger sister would yell ‘The only holy man has come !’

Charles then got engrossed in teasing me and calling me faun Tumnus. As well, I lived at a place called Sand Harbor, so he nicknamed me the Sand Harbor boy, and the former occupant, directly refering to Tumnus’ dilemma after his arrest, when I quit staying there.

Each time we met, we always had a special way of greeting which went something like this :
‘The former occupant of this premises the Faun Tumnus, is under arrest and awaiting trial on a charge of high treason against her Imperial majesty, Jadis ; Queen of the lone Island, Chesterline of Cair paravel. Also, of comforting her said majesty, harboring spies and fraternizing with humans. Signed.
Maugrium, Captain of the secret police of Narnia.’
Then we would debate on who was Tumnus. And however I tried, Charles always rounded me down as Tumnus. Over time, we became so acustomed to this form of greeting and used it frequently much like some memorised verse.

A DEFINITE SIMILARITY 
Something striking about the book, ‘The Lion, the Witch and The Wardrobe’ was a similarity I alone seemed to notice. The story of this book apart from focusing on Aslan, revolves about four kids. We were four kids in my family, and were close to these pairs in that we were both pair of boys and girls and reflected the same pattern of seniority. The similarity struck me in some way, and I often thought C. S. Lewis was refering to us. And usually, I would put myself in the position of Edmund, the second boy who ate the Turkish delight. And I have found over time as I grew up, this strange writer was refering to us !

DESMOND’S ADVICE
As the years progressed, I met a new friend named Desmond. Desmond always got thrilled and impressed each time he witnessed the exchange between Charles and I. Being elderly and more experienced, he once suggested that we both came to put together some phenomenal novel than those. After a series of motivation by him, which was overlooked, he finally said one day to me ‘Look ! You are wasting your talent’. I was sober and promised I would do something about it, but soon forget about my promise.

MEET PASTOR PURVIEW
When I was sixteen, I had the experience of knowing a strange preacher whom I call Pastor Purview. Purview was and is to date, strangely supernatural. He has a touch of the Almighty that is rare. His life was controlled by a field of the supernatural. He seemed to have God’s power in a measure that was so astounding and rare.Often times his eyeballs glowed, his voice sounded like a special microphone, and he sometimes pysically appeared like an angel and had a rough and frightening appearance.
My first experience with him is one I will hardly forget. It was in an evening Crusade meeting on the outskirts of a university campus, where he was slated to minister. That night, I remember being frightened as I walked by the vestry of the local church building which compound was used for the meeting. As I walked past, I could hear a growl as that of a Lion as he prayed. The encounter that evening is still one I will never forget. Purview preached for about 30 minutes only but the supernatural displayed in the form of miracles lasted for about an hour.
All my life, I had come to love Purview with a strange love. I often thought to myself, ‘how would a man be so supernaturally blessed by God ! If Purview had such priviledge from God, I could as well have it.’
Meanwhile, Purview was the resident Pastor in a certain church in some faraway town.

As I got through with my University studies, I felt a push to attend a Bible College at Sunrise City (Port Harcourt), Nigeria. While at the College, time for my Youth Service Programme ; a sort of intership designed for every Nigeiran gradaute before securing a job in the country approached. It was clear that it was time to leave the college, as the school authority declined to offer an opportunity to run a part time in a way that would have been convenient for me. At about this peroid, I had dreamt and seen Purview preach in a great crusade gathering in my home town at Calton (Calabar), Nigeria.

While at the service camp, I fell sick and had to be redeployed back to my home town, Calton. I later got to know that Purview was posted to pastor my church in Calton at sometime before then on arriving home from Money State (Imo State), Nigeria where the camp was located. And once more, I had the opportunity to meet Purview, this time, on a more closer level.

While I stayed in Calton, I usually got overwhelmed by the aura of God’s presence engulfing this servant of His. Mostly, as I sat in church, I would be completely disconnected from whatever went on around me, just focusing on this preacher and asking God to make of me even someone more than that. Atimes, I could sit for two straight hours watching him without bathing an eye with this prayer in my heart ; or however long the service lasted.



POWER CONTACT
On a certain day, God spoke to me not to desire so much this man’s calling ; that his ministry centered on power, while I was a light. Being a holy preacher, Purview’s life revolved around miracles of a rare form.
One of those days, while wholly stiring at Purview with the same prayer, something quite unusual happened which I could not cleary figure out. While in a meeting where Purview ministered I was once again in my usual stir and prayers, while Purview sat at some distance of about thirty metres at the podium. Then my eyes were supernaturally opened and I saw a stream of condensed, bright, sharp, pure white beams like laser, travel from his forehead to mine all the way from where he sat, passing through the air. This light was powerful as a 1000 kVA, frightening and nearly killing but unhurtful, shocked me down to my seat, and continued back to his forehead, forming a loop. I felt like infinite streams of fire was passing through my head, filtering my brain. Then there was a break, and the light came once more, and then finally ceased. I am sure no one else saw the light including Purview. After that experience, while still at the church, I heard a voice say to me, ‘you are going to write a set of five books soon. These books would be called The Tanzamina Chronicles and you would have to fast while you write them.’

From morning to about evening on the day following, I kept on recieving and writting a transmission of ideas I could frankly not understand, except that I could find myself only weeping under the influence of a supernatural power that almost crushed me as I wrote. Often scared by the influence of this power, as I wrote, I questioned with God why he had to let me take all this trouble. His reply was ‘Son, it has to do with sin ; what you’re experiencing is totally insignicant compared to what sin has caused’. At times, I felt like I was having the exact feelings of Christ while he was dying on the cross under the strength of this awesome power and nearly fled the room. (All I can say about this is that the Bible says we should bear our cross to be His disciples, and do not compare my feelings to my LORD’s in any way, but rather, I am only giving a description of the feelings I experienced in my being as a man). They were a set of extra-terrestial information clearly beyond the scope of my mind and ability, brought to me by the help of God’s SPIRIT.

KID TIMES
Something rather shocking to me, was the similarity these information had to a childhood game I usually played with my sisters. In the game, we built our own vocabularies for a language we personally invented, which did not previously exist, but usually forgot about it as soon as our play was over.I did not know all along it was God’s Spirit preparing me for what I would have to do sometime in future.

A BREAKING POWER
The initial order I recieved from the Spirit was that the books should be written by me, under five days. At a certain point due to the power I was experiencing, to be sincere, I told the Spirit that I could no more write these books ; He should get some other person to write them, but God’s ways are not man’s ways, neither His methods ours.
When I finished with the second book, the Spirit led me to sing the hymn ‘Will Your Anchor Hold ?’ As I sang, with no exergerations whatsoever, I saw a stream of inflow of angels fill the room, singing with me, particularly when I got to the line ‘and the cable past from His heart to mine, can defy the blast thru strength divine’. After the hymn, I was dreadfully weak.

On the day following, the Pastor in my branch committed me with the assignment of giving announcements and leading the prayers in that day’s service. I would not forget how scared I was that evening as I stood by the lectern. Literally speaking, I was afraid of myself. I was beginning to have a feeling that something above all my capabilities had happened to me. Apart from my words which seemed like red hot iron rods drawn from a fire to flog those in attendance, I hardly knew when I knocked the microphone that it fell away.

By the next day, I was becomming more scared of this power and its surge in me. I delibrately secluded myself from people as I was becomming markedly strange. Atimes, I felt sad about all that was going on in ignorance. So, on completing the third book, I told God ‘please, take the power away from me, lest I die’, and He did. Then, for certain time, I discovered an inability to connect to that source of information anymore. I dropped the first three books in my shelf and decided to stay off the experience.
After a period of about a year, while in Loston (Lagos), Nigeria, the Spirit brought back that information. This way, I was able to complete the rest of the books.
PASTOR OLA’S CONFIRMATION
Apart from my mother who seemed to be concerned about my seclusion during the first three days at Calton and visited when I wrote, giving words of encouragement, no one else knew I had written such books ; I never also told anyone. But one day, while in Loston (Lagos), Nigeria, a sound holiness Pastor friend of mine was in town and decided to visit and put up with me for a night. That night, I was making an ammendment on the books on my laptop, and delibrately kept the laptop screen away from him so he could not have a view of what I did. I was usually generally disturbed about the books, frankly thought of disposing them and never wanted to be called a heretic of any form, since the information were completely extra-terrestial, though based on the Bible.
That night, after praying, the Pastor pulled near the laptop screen. To avoid his access to the books, I quickly displayed another file without his notice. But he told me that while he prayed, the Holy Spirit informed him that I was writting a set of mysteries which He had given to me to write. Although I didn’t give him an impression that confirmed I knew what he meant, I got an understanding the Holy Spirit was responsible and did not want me to dispose of the books. So, I kept them aside for editing.


MEET THE BOOKS







TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER1
THE HILL OF ADVERTISTMENT……….164


CHAPTER2
THE CHASERS…..196

CHAPTER3
THE PRANCE –TIRE OF BOX HILLS……225

CHAPTER4
THE PRANCE HIGHER OF SKY STEEL……230




CHAPTER5
THE PITCHER OF MERCY…..138

CHAPTER6
THE HILL OF BROKENESS……………….241

CHAPTER7
THE REDEMPTION…………270




CHAPTER8
THE CHARIOT OF RIGHTEOUSNESS…274




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CHAPTER1
THE HILL OF ADVERTISTMENT.

‘[And the child] increased in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and man.’
‘ And the child grew, and waxed strong in spirit.’
And Grace gave him the Red Ribbon and he was given in the hands of Truth who well guided him ; and he was to stay with his Grandfather, Sent in the humbles of Able, by the Rivers of Game and the shores of Silver, under the tutledge of Truth. And he was given a dose of a Franel of milk, in the language of the Milk Minders, every hour, to keep him from the Stranger. But by a flaw in the veil, in the language of Harvel, and by a Certain fram of Harm ; a sort of plan, he wanderd in the wilderness of Wail and was to be killed by Yham in the halls of this grass.
For when he was grown up, he went into the valley of Hotdinjon, and did follow the vain persons of Ikemburg, that beat at him with the sticks of rod and offense, at the hour of hick’s iksplor, and handed to dem in the basket of Baskli, slowly.
THE HILL OF ADVERTISTMENT
For he stood and saw, on the shores of hate, a shinny hill, also called, ‘the Hill of Advertistment.’And there he stood and saw – two beautiful things : Hiklarity (that grabs by the neck and kills) and Higlarity (that burns to death) but he did not know. So, he followed. And halting with a wish of sense, he said to himself ; ‘what sorts of things are these ?’ For the Hinters Hiltars of the Guiters of his fathers did remind him to so stop there, and innocency yelled loudly at him, but he did not hear for stopedfort caution. But in the ugliness of his Folly, he went down the gully –to go up the Hill of Advertistment (oh what a journey !). And while he lingered at the tents of deads, he forgot the warning, and the hill children of the sad star, did call him. For there he stood with his mortal body, till Amption, the servant of king Flipon of the saddest hill – the hill of Advertistment, came to him, who tricked him with a certain lit of a brand star. And since he stood so long with Amption, consulting with his looks of Harmstars, he began to wander to disaster. And recieving from the hand of Flipon a tree of Goh ; whose apple did glow and a gram of shelled lais ; [heaven spares the ignorant, but not the late ; hearke, the dead], which he collected and swallowed. To his own bane, he followed. And in the stupidity of his mind, the sharp heads of Higro, the children of Hegos, said ‘Go to the worms.’ And going near, he walked near through the Go-sloe-of Down-Town, to the ‘pitch of Avertistment’, where were all manner of dirty thames, and rotteness in the same and stopped at the ‘Alter of calls’, where all manner of cuhlts or voices, which said ‘Hesh ! come here ; come and take’, near the alter of worms. And in his hot folly, he went near, but with the red ribbon in his hand, which Grace, his mother gave to him. And here he lost the Ribbon !
And he went near to the alter of worms. And there was nobody at the alter of worms. And having fed well to the blasting of his belly, the rotteness of ed, he fell down without any help.



CHAPTER2
THE CHASERS.



THE CHASERS.
Then came the Chasers, which are the hot men of the Spider web that spare no one ; small, tall or little or lean ; slim or elderly, that drinks from the cup or ink-tea, from the rod of offence. For he struggled to run, but there was no way, for he was all in wrong and could not run. And he spralwed ahead with the trash of Uman goodness. And meeting him at the Spundles of fall, wired men of Sins-sang-nat tiglers, riding on the wings of the course of the law, did strike him down on the head straight, and he twirled, turning swith a wail. And did bind him to their horses, like when the men of the East bind their sheaves : and ran fast as they could to the land of toil.
THE SHAVERS
And finding him there, the wicked ones of the land of toil, did sing a song of joi. And said ‘this is him, that is the Son of Righteousness.’ And mocking him, they did pinch him with their sharp spears, buffeted him and picked out his eyes and lafed. And then called in the Shavers, who shaved him ; and all similitudes and traces of Grace, were gone. And rolling hard in the land of toil, they brought him to the hard teachers of no care – The Bursters.

THE BURSTERS
And they bursted him and he looked like dead, while he did not die.


THE POUNDERS
And called in the pounders, who pounced on him and pounded him daily- what a life of hial ! and wial ! And the clot men, which one cannot see with the eyes did visit him there in horo and tero. Then came the three messengers of Bis – the manga, hanga and solfa and met him there. And he was taken to the chewers.
THE CHEWERS
The Chewers didn’t care but to munch his flesh, and started doing it day by day. And took him to Sik, and pig and wik ; for tumbling almost – they took him to the squeezers.

THE SQUEEZERS
The Squeezers did not care, but to remove all the hair and health and strength of his body. And took for free drink, his lod. And they showed him the Case and it was now open to him ; how from then on it should be in all the years, for the Case, is the greatest sress, for it is the course of the law ; and jailed him there, while he stayed in the court of Affliction, without intermission or intervention, waiting the day of his destruction.
But if I should tell you what happened in here, in the midst of the rain of pain, most wont hear, but it was the case.

THE VALLEY OF WICKEDNESS
And while in the cell, he was brought to the four walls of wickedness, and
Struggled up the hill of pain, and slowly, came to the ‘Prance Tire of Box Hills.’




CHAPTER3
THE PRANCE-TIRE OF BOX HILLS.
THE PRANCE -TIRE OF BOX HILLS.
And he prayed, but there was no way. For ‘in the place where the tree falleth, [with grace and haste] there it shall remain’. And there he pranced higher and fell, and pranced higher and fell, and wailed, but – there was no way. So, with all his might, he decided to move up to the Prance higher of Sky steel, but there was as well no way.
CHAPTER4
THE PRANCE HIGHER OF SKY STEEL.
THE PRANCE HIGHER OF SKY STEEL
For striking the sky, he did fall down, the words of the Grand Samus having said that the day you do not hearken diligently to this law, ‘thy heaven that is over thy head shall be brass, and the earth that is under thee shall be iron.’ So, he remained there.
And there again, they came out with Cane ; for he was now under the condemnation of Cain, who killed his brother [well]. For he said ‘there is no other way’, as they say. And he laid there.




CHAPTER 5
THE PITCHER OF MERCY.



But he could hear something to his dismay ; it was a pitcher of Mercy full of love ; oh flow !, faraway, And he thought ‘what ?’ And it splased a hope to him, and he held it, while the Pitcher of Mercy dragged him on the the hill of Brokeness.




CHAPTER6
THE HILL OF BROKENESS.


THE HILL OF BROKENESS
And there he saw the Son, although his eyes were gone. And as he looked up, he saw what he had done. And he rose up and knelt down right before the Sun, with no one there, and said ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son : make me as one of thy hired servants.’ And his tears did fall as the gram fruits of mourn ; for he went without scorn and prayed this prayer : ‘Have mercy upon me, oh God, according to thy loving-kindness : according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. For I acknowledge my transgression : and my sin is ever before me. Against thee, thee only, have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight : that thou mightest be justified when thou speakest, and be clear when thou judgest. Behold, I was shapen in iniquity, and in sin ... Behold thou desirest truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou will make me to know wisdom. Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean : wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. Make me to [bear] joy and gladness ; that the bones which thou has broken may rejoice. Hide thy face from my sins, and blot out all my iniquities. Create in me a clean heart O God ; and renew a right spirit within me. CAST ME NOT AWAY FROM THY PRESENCE, AND TAKE NOT THY HOLY SPIRIT FROM ME. RESTORE UNTO ME THE JOY OF MY SALVATION ; AND UPHOLD ME WITH THY FREE SPIRIT’.
And the Pitcher did hover round, shouting. So, they left him at the hour of decision by the power of Sumi, THE ONE AND ONLY ONE, THE OWNER OF THE LAND OF ED : THAT RULES IN THE SUPREME COURT OF NON, to make a choice. So, he crawled ahead with the soak and the Broke, with a hope from the rope thrown by the Pitcher of Mercy. And the Pitcher of Mercy did take him to the Alter of Calls, and showed him – and he picked back the Red Ribbon. And he knelt down on the Cross between the Alter of calls and the beloved, and vomitted all the worms to the Alter of Calls. The Pitcher told him ‘look to the Son’, and he looked, and his sight returned. And as he looked, he was strengthened, and kept walking on the cross, going ahead and looking at the Sun, and the Pitcher did leave him.
And as he looked still at the Son, a Word did come from the Son, and hit his heart, and out came all the leftover of the worms, with the remnant of the blackness and darkness in his heart. And he stood, and was strengthened again.




CHAPTER 7
THE REDEMPTION.


And he looked down and could not see the storms. And Breath from Harvel came into him and he was strong.


And looking still at the Son, he was instructed to ‘move forward’.




CHAPTER8
THE CHARIOT OF RIGHTEOUSNESS.
And as he moved forward, looking at the Son, a chariot did come from Harvel, from Him whose blood did avail. And he joined the holy men of the Chariot, whose armour is the Word, and they went forth. For the Captain of the Host is the one that drives that Chariot. So, they went. And the Horse of Righteousness did follow behind and the troop of mercy and peace and health. And he saw Help there and Grace was sufficient ! For She is not the instrument of ‘liberty’ falsely so called, that decieves men to a fall, but the Grease of the Almighty, that strengthens the wheels of the Chariot. So they went fort. And there also in the Chariot, he saw Wisdom : Intergrity, Prudence, Understanding, Instruction, Justice,
Equity,
Judgement, Knowledge, and Counsel, in the midst of Righteousness, who welcomed him and were happy and instructed on how he should now live. And the wheels of the Chariot were fast, going to the City of our God.







The end.


MY EXPERIENCE TOWARDS AND AFTER THE END OF THE FIFTH BOOK

As I approached the conclusion of the fifth and last book, I had certain experiences which I feel should be shared with the reader. While writting at my spare period at work by a shelf of cargo, a heavy metal object which happened to be a vehicle part fell on my head just above my right ear. As I touched the spot, I discovered I had been injured and was bleeding. I seemed to have a dark aura around me all the time I wrote which seemed to say ‘you must not write these books’, but I am particularly grateful to God I did, and I am thankful to Him for His grace that supported me all through my period of writting. As well, I happened to be sick and was hospitalised at various clinics and hospitals were I encountered various demonic personnel that sought to make advances on my life during the entire period.I also had inexplicable physical experiences that puntuated my daily life in this period. I can’t sum up all the experiences here. But that voice and opposition turned out to be satan’s, and he failed. As I finished the fifth book, I was getting ready to close for the day’s work when I was alerted of a meeting scheduled to be held that evening, convened by my immediate boss. While packing my script, the meeting commenced and I joined the meeting in progress. The following scenario occured at the meeting.It was about 6 :10pm at evening, we all stood at an area under the open sky.
THE SUNBURN MAN
While I followed the highlights of the meeting, I could not help but visualise a spectacular occurrence in the sky above us. As I looked up to the sky, I was caught in a great sight I want to share with you now to GOD’S glory alone. It was twilight, but the clouds seemed to be gathering for a rain. It was all dark around, except that I noticed two distinct patterns of Lights of the Sun in the sky : one was above the other and was white, while the other was below, seperated by the dark rain cloud and was in a golden spread, and the rest I saw was a beam descending from the topmost Light through the golden Light to the ground, like a shower of beam from a torch, pointing downwards. As I looked at this rapture being nonplaused, I noticed certain of the black clouds travelling slowly over the the upper Light, and giving a brilliant white shine. The mix of the shinning clouds and the Light sent a sharp signal that passed like a light current through the edge of the roof of a building which stood by. I was again in the meeting, but dared to look once more at this marvelous sight : this time the black clouds had surrounded the upper Light, but there was as I saw, about Seven visible spots of the white Light shinning through the dark cloud. They later increased to about ten.
Looking downwards I now began to see another set of wonder ; the golden Light of the Sun was now visibly seen as the large headless body of a legless man (whom I call The Sunburn man), with no leg from his waist, lying with his belly faced upwards, made of fire, with his right hand visible and horizontally streched at an angle of 180 degrees ; ie. directly aligned to his shoulder, but not completely exposed from about half-way the arm to the fingers, but with a left hand that was fully spread out and holding a swelling ball of fire, lifted up above its elevated palm. The Sunburn man’s body laid like this : his blood-stained neck pointed westward, his unseen legs pointed eastward, his incompletely visible right hand faced the south, while his left hand with the burning fiery ball above its elevated palm, which was his only most visible part, faced the north.I nearly could not behold this sight any more. And I was weeping by now. As I looked once more, I saw that the Seven to ten or so upper Lights, had been gathered together to form three Light, which were arranged similiar to the apexes of an Equilateral triangle. Each of these three Light were sending a signal in turn to me, one at a time, so powerfully that I sobbed. Feeling I was beginning to access certain supernatural events, I just bowed my head to avoid the sight, while standing in the meeting. I felt my soul ‘crack’ within me ; needless to say, the three Light ‘strengthened’ me. As I lifted my head once more, I spotted on the head of one of my colleagues attending the meeting, a cap with the design of a Star. I looked again at the threee visible Light now, and the last communication was made from the uppermost of these three Lights. At this point, the meeting was over, and as I turned to move away, my eyes fixated on a flashing searchlight on the top of the building nearby. Then I walked away.
As I got to my office to pick up a few things and to document this experience, an elderly lady colleague of mine who didn’t seem to know me quite well, came in, greeted and requested to know my name. I said to her ‘ I am Joy’. But she insisted to know the full name. So, I said ‘Joy Effiong.’ She seemed to be satisfied at that juncture and left. I had previously decided to publish the books under the name HISPELLER HANTASSLY as directed by the Spirit. But I could now hear the Spirit tell me to ‘rivet the author’s name to Joy Effiong’, and that I did.
Finally, before printing out these books from my printer I slid, injured my back on my widow Protector and bled. But it is written ‘And the BLOOD [of Christ] shall be a token upon the houses where ye are : and when I [Almighty God] see the BLOOD, I will pass over you, and the plague shall not be upon you to destroy you, when I smite the land of Egypt [the forces of darkness].
Sumi(pronounced Surmai), is God’s revealed name to me as it concerns this revelation. Regardless of its meaning in any language, it fits His special attribute, as revealed in this revelation.




ABOUT THE BOOK + AUT
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Joy Effiong is less known than the TANZAMINA CHRONICLES are. The author recieved these books as a rare privilege, and does not feel worthy to say so. They are obviously NOT a type of the BIBLE, and any information found therin which conflicts with scriptures found therin should be disregarded and rather counted as the author’s own short-commings, for which he sincerely apologizes. They are the taste of the heart for the vomitting of Ink-tea, and the planting of Righteousness.

Needless to say, here, in simplicity and a vague and mystically over-tightened Cryptological language, and through the instrumentality of a weak mortal, a ‘Seventh Mystery’ of Heaven is revealed : and because there is no going backward in a rightward forward, there is firm warning for the reader to ‘seek the Lord while He may be found’. These extra-terrestial writtings are a clear warning from God concerning our times.
Hard to crack, stiff to bite, strong to chew, and heavy to digest, they should not be toyed with.
The goal of GOD (here Sumi ; THE ONE AND ONLY ONE ; THE OWNER OF THE LAND OF ED : THAT RULES IN THE SUPREME COURT OF NON), as at creation, will be once more achieved and exceeded in this present world. The rest is the fleet of the egalitarian army of Sumi, rising and moving into the glorious city of God, Harvel.

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