Cults & The Occult


Ex-Satanist Radically Saved and Baptized. This series will chronicle my induction, my personal experience as a satanic worshiper  and my conversion to Christianity.

I wanted to share this story as a single post but reconsidered because compressing this story would have meant compressing the truth. This series will chronicle my induction, my personal experience as a satanic worshiper  and my conversion to Christianity.

I grew up in a Catholic home. I had my infant baptism, received my first Holy Communion and was confirmed in a Catholic church.

My parents were staunch Catholics which was why they sent my siblings and me to a missionary school to be trained by Rev Sisters.

Part of the training involved waking up at 5.30 am to attend the Morning Mass on a daily basis. To me, it was a chore and monotonous. I never looked forward to it!

Due to this reason, I rebelled. I wanted to experience the other side of the divide. I hated being restricted from asking questions, so I started researching and secretly considering an alternative.

A day before I completed my one-year youth service in Enugu Nigeria, I received a present from my boss. It was the book “In the Light of the Truth” by Abdrushin. I devoured all the volumes and even agreed with the writer on certain points like Reincarnation.

There were still some gaping holes after I read the book. I still wanted to understand more about the universe, the potency of charms, how spiritual power is acquired, how demonic spirits think, why they attack humans, etc.

I wanted to understand the Traditional Igbo religion and why Christians consider them evil. Sincerely I thought, the only way to get the answers I sought was to become one of them.

This was how I started my journey into the satanic kingdom.


It all started with a joke and it was as if an unseen force directed my footsteps to a place where would get answers to my questions.

My best who came over to spend a couple of days with me told me how she got accurate palm readings from my landlady who was an ezenwanyi (chief priestess).

I never believed in palm reading, to me it was a superstitious belief. however, a part of me wanted to give it a try. So out of sheer curiosity, I went to meet the ezenwanyi for igba afa (divination).

Prior to this time, I’ve had lots of life experiences which felt surreal. My told me the ezenwayi can “see the beginning from the end”.

It was too good to be true so I went to meet the woman with hopes of getting closure and to verify my ’s assertion.

To my utmost surprise, I got the answers to my questions. She narrated my life history to me but I was also shocked to hear that I was an ezenwanyi just like her. (Ezenwanyi is an Igbo name for girls meaning A woman who has power like a king)

The demonic spirits ministering through the woman instructed me to relocate to my village and set up a shrine and that if I refuse, they will strike me with madness.

I was dazed and utterly confused. I thought to myself: “What did I get myself into? How will I quit my job as a professional and take up this spiritual role which will add no meaning to my life?”

There were so many questions racing through my mind: “How do I explain this to my parents? How do I handle this super-imposed solitary life?”

The questions were endless. At that juncture, I hated this religious adventure I started. I sat there with tears streaming down my cheeks as the woman started giving me their rules and regulations which included:

1. I must only dress in red or white clothes.

2. I must not use my towel after bathing especially on Eke market days.

3. I must NEVER wear a black outfit.

4. I must build a mini shrine in my bedroom.

5. I must pay homage to Satan in a river every first and last week of the month.

7. I must not allow people to touch my hair.

8. I must not perform any magic without consent.

9. I must vacate my bedroom for them for 8 days during my menstruation.

10. After my menstruation, I must perform a sacrifice before I enter my room.

11. I must not go to any hotel for whatever reason.

12. I must make monthly sacrifices to my chi (personal god), mkpuru iyi uwa (destiny), ndi ichie (ancestors), ndi mmiri (marine kingdom) nne nwanyi mmiri  (the Queen of the coast who is usually a python), anyanwu na agbara (the sun), ala (earth) etc.

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Chioma Schmitz is the author of MY FORAY INTO THE DARK KINGDOM which is available on Amazon

Chioma worked as a system engineer in a multinational company for 5 years before launching her brand which focuses mainly on hair, lifestyle, beauty, religion and all facets of life.
She recently launched her magic hair growth spritz which is highly organic and very affordable and she wears her natural hair with pride!
She's married to a wonderful German gentleman and they are blessed with children!

One reply on “MY FORAY into the DARK KINGDOM”

I do want to hear the rest of your story. I thank you for having the strength to tell others what happened to you. Yes, it appears if you give Satan an inch, he will take a mile, so to speak. As it appears you have escaped from that evil, I applaud you. It’s not easy to get out. I have spent years helping people who were victims of ritual abuse in childhood to get free of the pain. You alluded to this, but I want to say it outright. Don’t mess with the occult. It’s dangerous.

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