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No Nigerian has any businesses with Moses, Jesus, Allah, Mohammed and the blood of Jesus.

Dey deceive your self

GistMedia0:
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS MY PERSONAL TESTIMONY. I AM NOT TRYING TO PERSUADE OR COERCE ANYONE INTO ANY RELIGIOUS BELIEF.

A few years ago, after completing my compulsory six-month Industrial Training (IT) and waiting for my final year session to begin, I was working on a practical project for my IT defense, which was to be presented soon.

While using a very sharp knife to cut some materials, it slipped from my hand and landed right between my left thumb and index finger. The cut was so deep that I could literally see my bone. Blood gushed out like a fountain, soaking my room in minutes.

Sensing the danger, I quickly poured hydrogen peroxide on the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding, but it didn’t work. The cut was too deep and wide, and I couldn’t even bear to look at it twice. In a panic, I tore a piece of fabric, wrapped it around my hand, and rushed to a nearby drugstore owned by a nurse.

As soon as she saw the depth of my wound, she gasped and asked what had happened. I just told her to proceed with the treatment, assuring her I’d explain later. She cleaned and dressed the wound with some liquid medication, and almost instantly, the bleeding stopped.

When she asked if I wanted stitches, I refused out of fear, insisting the wound would heal on its own.


THE UNEXPECTED TURN

After the final dressing and bandaging of the wound, I felt relieved as the nurse explained my treatment routine and the medications I needed to take. But suddenly, everything went blank.

I felt empty, as if my soul was leaving my body. It was a painful, forceful separation, and I was utterly helpless. My body felt dry, drained of life. In those few moments, I experienced something beyond comprehension—I felt as though I was traveling between the past and future, reliving memories in flashes. My soul was crying, and my biggest thought was how my mother would react upon hearing that her son had died in school.

It all happened so quickly. Just as I was about to collapse completely, I heard a loud cry: "THE BLOOD OF JESUS! OH, THE BLOOD OF JESUS!"

Over and over, the nurse repeated these words. In that instant, my soul awakened, and an unexplainable surge of energy rushed through my body.

Apparently, while I was slipping away, the nurse noticed my eyes rolling back and turning white. Realizing I was losing consciousness, she immediately began pleading the blood of Jesus over me. That was how I came back to life!


A MIRACULOUS HEALING

As if that wasn’t enough, another miracle followed—the deep wound that should have taken weeks to heal started clo within days. Even the nurse was astonished! She attributed it to me having good skin, but deep down, I knew it was God at work.

Despite my injury, I completed my project successfully and defended it excellently. Today, I have long graduated, healthy and strong, to the glory of God.

You made it sound like you were not given any medication

GistMedia0:
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS MY PERSONAL TESTIMONY. I AM NOT TRYING TO PERSUADE OR COERCE ANYONE INTO ANY RELIGIOUS BELIEF.

A few years ago, after completing my compulsory six-month Industrial Training (IT) and waiting for my final year session to begin, I was working on a practical project for my IT defense, which was to be presented soon.

While using a very sharp knife to cut some materials, it slipped from my hand and landed right between my left thumb and index finger. The cut was so deep that I could literally see my bone. Blood gushed out like a fountain, soaking my room in minutes.

Sensing the danger, I quickly poured hydrogen peroxide on the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding, but it didn’t work. The cut was too deep and wide, and I couldn’t even bear to look at it twice. In a panic, I tore a piece of fabric, wrapped it around my hand, and rushed to a nearby drugstore owned by a nurse.

As soon as she saw the depth of my wound, she gasped and asked what had happened. I just told her to proceed with the treatment, assuring her I’d explain later. She cleaned and dressed the wound with some liquid medication, and almost instantly, the bleeding stopped.

When she asked if I wanted stitches, I refused out of fear, insisting the wound would heal on its own.


THE UNEXPECTED TURN

After the final dressing and bandaging of the wound, I felt relieved as the nurse explained my treatment routine and the medications I needed to take. But suddenly, everything went blank.

I felt empty, as if my soul was leaving my body. It was a painful, forceful separation, and I was utterly helpless. My body felt dry, drained of life. In those few moments, I experienced something beyond comprehension—I felt as though I was traveling between the past and future, reliving memories in flashes. My soul was crying, and my biggest thought was how my mother would react upon hearing that her son had died in school.

It all happened so quickly. Just as I was about to collapse completely, I heard a loud cry: "THE BLOOD OF JESUS! OH, THE BLOOD OF JESUS!"

Over and over, the nurse repeated these words. In that instant, my soul awakened, and an unexplainable surge of energy rushed through my body.

Apparently, while I was slipping away, the nurse noticed my eyes rolling back and turning white. Realizing I was losing consciousness, she immediately began pleading the blood of Jesus over me. That was how I came back to life!


A MIRACULOUS HEALING

As if that wasn’t enough, another miracle followed—the deep wound that should have taken weeks to heal started clo within days. Even the nurse was astonished! She attributed it to me having good skin, but deep down, I knew it was God at work.

Despite my injury, I completed my project successfully and defended it excellently. Today, I have long graduated, healthy and strong, to the glory of God.

Ensure you serve God till you die. Commit your soul and body to him

even jesus died

ll24:


We know u Muslim with problems here and there. Are u jealous that no one called the name of ur muhammed and nothing happened? Jesus is the saviour of the and he died 517 years before muhammed was born. He is the ancestral father of ur muhammed.
So next time mind ur religion before u spill trash. Respect our Lord or u keep quiet.

How can any sane person believe that a Jewish man who lived 2000 years ago is God?

erad:
Smh...

If she was screaming your name, the same exact thing would have happened. It wasn't the name she was calling that brought you back, it was the noise in itself that awakened you from your slumber.

It's best to understand things before giving superstitious explanation to everything.

An Atheist spotted

InvertedHammer:

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It may seem that Nigerian Pentecostals have abandoned God and focused on Jesus. Some prefer Holy Spirit. The Catholics are the ones that came up with the concept of Trinity.

In my case, I read that Jesus went to the mountain to pray to God. That's the same God I choose to pray to and worship. I ain't going through Jesus. If my God choose not to answer me directly as his son, at least I tried.

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Please let's try to understand this concept of religions aspect. As a man we are too feeble to speak to God directly, we need an intermediary or mediator to do it for us. That is where JESUS comes in

Rubbish trash. Blood of Jesus ko, blood of jeslut ni.

But she then proceeded to give you a bj to stop the bleeding, and you thanked her by fucking her in her ass. You're not telling us that part, perv.

Wow! Thank God.

Kobojunkie A.K.A Judas1X won't like this testimony trust me. The shémale is an athiest who parades him-her self as a male and female on Nairaland jumping from one to the other to talk down on God's majestic wonders and name and insulting people about.

I told the idiót that no one mocks God and stays alive for long. The shémale must die mysteriously. Till now the idiót is still doubting me.

All atheists must testify to the majestic wonders of the Almighty creator.

If they don't experience something terrible, they won't believe there is someone up there.

Shame on you Kobojunkie A.K.A Judas1X for choosing to be a useless athiest.

Professormphil:
even jesus died

True, bro. True.

GistMedia0:
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS MY PERSONAL TESTIMONY. I AM NOT TRYING TO PERSUADE OR COERCE ANYONE INTO ANY RELIGIOUS BELIEF.

A few years ago, after completing my compulsory six-month Industrial Training (IT) and waiting for my final year session to begin, I was working on a practical project for my IT defense, which was to be presented soon.

While using a very sharp knife to cut some materials, it slipped from my hand and landed right between my left thumb and index finger. The cut was so deep that I could literally see my bone. Blood gushed out like a fountain, soaking my room in minutes.

Sensing the danger, I quickly poured hydrogen peroxide on the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding, but it didn’t work. The cut was too deep and wide, and I couldn’t even bear to look at it twice. In a panic, I tore a piece of fabric, wrapped it around my hand, and rushed to a nearby drugstore owned by a nurse.

As soon as she saw the depth of my wound, she gasped and asked what had happened. I just told her to proceed with the treatment, assuring her I’d explain later. She cleaned and dressed the wound with some liquid medication, and almost instantly, the bleeding stopped.

When she asked if I wanted stitches, I refused out of fear, insisting the wound would heal on its own.


THE UNEXPECTED TURN

After the final dressing and bandaging of the wound, I felt relieved as the nurse explained my treatment routine and the medications I needed to take. But suddenly, everything went blank.

I felt empty, as if my soul was leaving my body. It was a painful, forceful separation, and I was utterly helpless. My body felt dry, drained of life. In those few moments, I experienced something beyond comprehension—I felt as though I was traveling between the past and future, reliving memories in flashes. My soul was crying, and my biggest thought was how my mother would react upon hearing that her son had died in school.

It all happened so quickly. Just as I was about to collapse completely, I heard a loud cry: "THE BLOOD OF JESUS! OH, THE BLOOD OF JESUS!"

Over and over, the nurse repeated these words. In that instant, my soul awakened, and an unexplainable surge of energy rushed through my body.

Apparently, while I was slipping away, the nurse noticed my eyes rolling back and turning white. Realizing I was losing consciousness, she immediately began pleading the blood of Jesus over me. That was how I came back to life!


A MIRACULOUS HEALING

As if that wasn’t enough, another miracle followed—the deep wound that should have taken weeks to heal started clo within days. Even the nurse was astonished! She attributed it to me having good skin, but deep down, I knew it was God at work.

Despite my injury, I completed my project successfully and defended it excellently. Today, I have long graduated, healthy and strong, to the glory of God.

Kongrats ma dear.
U rite, d shout of the nurse brought u back.
Only, it doesn't matter what she shouted
If she had screamed 'BLOOD OF SATAN 666', the result would not have differed
The magick ,is d scream, not d content. This is why dey normally put TVs in some hospital wards
As for ur hand, research has it as the most regenerative part of the human body.
Infact, if u cut off the top of ur thumb, it can regrow completely back to normal. Just like fingernails.
So, thank the nurse, don't worry about Jesus

Kobojunkie:
1. Your conclusion that you required blood was not based on the diagnosis of your doctor but on your private assumption?

2. This is all gibberish as people experience pain differently.

3. Ugh! Stop with the storytelling abeg and tell us exactly the facts as relayed by the doctors. Were you required to get a blood transfusion or not?

Shut up fool. You can't win God you useless mortal empty being. You will die as a useless athiest. Idiót.

It's time to serve him in any little ways possible.Thank God for the miraculous healing.

Kobojunkie:
But she was screaming in the room while you were going in and out of consciousness, yes or no? You cut your hand and somehow believe the blood you lost from that was enough to cause you to lose your life?

You must die for your sins. You can't escape this A.K.A Judas1X.

You jump from one to another rubbishing the name of God and you must pay with your life idiót.

Being an athiest shouldn't make you to doubt the existence of God. Only a stupid fool says there is no God and anyone that talk down on God's name must reap the consequences. Example, Kobojunkie the stupid shemále idiot A.K.A Judas1X.

You are the same person and you will die mysteriously bet me.

GistMedia0:
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS MY PERSONAL TESTIMONY. I AM NOT TRYING TO PERSUADE OR COERCE ANYONE INTO ANY RELIGIOUS BELIEF.

A few years ago, after completing my compulsory six-month Industrial Training (IT) and waiting for my final year session to begin, I was working on a practical project for my IT defense, which was to be presented soon.

While using a very sharp knife to cut some materials, it slipped from my hand and landed right between my left thumb and index finger. The cut was so deep that I could literally see my bone. Blood gushed out like a fountain, soaking my room in minutes.

Sensing the danger, I quickly poured hydrogen peroxide on the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding, but it didn’t work. The cut was too deep and wide, and I couldn’t even bear to look at it twice. In a panic, I tore a piece of fabric, wrapped it around my hand, and rushed to a nearby drugstore owned by a nurse.

As soon as she saw the depth of my wound, she gasped and asked what had happened. I just told her to proceed with the treatment, assuring her I’d explain later. She cleaned and dressed the wound with some liquid medication, and almost instantly, the bleeding stopped.

When she asked if I wanted stitches, I refused out of fear, insisting the wound would heal on its own.


THE UNEXPECTED TURN

After the final dressing and bandaging of the wound, I felt relieved as the nurse explained my treatment routine and the medications I needed to take. But suddenly, everything went blank.

I felt empty, as if my soul was leaving my body. It was a painful, forceful separation, and I was utterly helpless. My body felt dry, drained of life. In those few moments, I experienced something beyond comprehension—I felt as though I was traveling between the past and future, reliving memories in flashes. My soul was crying, and my biggest thought was how my mother would react upon hearing that her son had died in school.

It all happened so quickly. Just as I was about to collapse completely, I heard a loud cry: "THE BLOOD OF JESUS! OH, THE BLOOD OF JESUS!"

Over and over, the nurse repeated these words. In that instant, my soul awakened, and an unexplainable surge of energy rushed through my body.

Apparently, while I was slipping away, the nurse noticed my eyes rolling back and turning white. Realizing I was losing consciousness, she immediately began pleading the blood of Jesus over me. That was how I came back to life!


A MIRACULOUS HEALING

As if that wasn’t enough, another miracle followed—the deep wound that should have taken weeks to heal started clo within days. Even the nurse was astonished! She attributed it to me having good skin, but deep down, I knew it was God at work.

Despite my injury, I completed my project successfully and defended it excellently. Today, I have long graduated, healthy and strong, to the glory of God.

When I keep on saying christians or generally theists are mostly retards, people say I'm hating.
You have a skin wound that usually take days to heal, and that happened , and now you attribute it to a god? You had a possible vasovagal attack which usually responds to external stimuli(the shout), and you have dragged your god into it? She could have shouted "Jesus is a cock sucker" and you'd have snapped out of it. Its not a possible hemorrhagic shock cos you would have collapsed
Why can't I see a smart christard?

EmperorCaesar:
These things are hard to believe without video evidences

Don't even need it. Blood loss is known to cause loss of consciousness and it is one part of medical practice to keep a patient in that state as conscious as possible. There is nothing supernatural about this so called miracle.

erad:
Smh...

If she was screaming your name, the same exact thing would have happened. It wasn't the name she was calling that brought you back, it was the noise in itself that awakened you from your slumber.

It's best to understand things before giving superstitious explanation to everything.

U smart.

GistMedia0:


I don’t know how it happened, bro! That was my experience as I narrated it… I knew I had lost a lot of blood, which could have required a blood transfusion. I kid you not—I was dying for real. My vision went blank, my body felt empty and dry… The only thing that revived me was her voice crying,"The blood of Jesus!" on my behalf.

Everything happened so quickly. It was one of the most painful experiences of my life because it affected my body, soul, and spirit. You see, death—the separation of the soul from the body?—is incredibly painful, no matter how it comes. That was the day I truly understood that life is nothing.

It’s when someone is about to die that they suddenly understand almost everything at once. Our physical body is so limited. You won’t believe it, but since that incident, I have never taken any blood transfusion. It’s hard to explain.

You couldnt have died from that wound. There's no major vessels in the location around that scar. Grow some sense

GistMedia0:
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS MY PERSONAL TESTIMONY. I AM NOT TRYING TO PERSUADE OR COERCE ANYONE INTO ANY RELIGIOUS BELIEF.

A few years ago, after completing my compulsory six-month Industrial Training (IT) and waiting for my final year session to begin, I was working on a practical project for my IT defense, which was to be presented soon.

While using a very sharp knife to cut some materials, it slipped from my hand and landed right between my left thumb and index finger. The cut was so deep that I could literally see my bone. Blood gushed out like a fountain, soaking my room in minutes.

Sensing the danger, I quickly poured hydrogen peroxide on the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding, but it didn’t work. The cut was too deep and wide, and I couldn’t even bear to look at it twice. In a panic, I tore a piece of fabric, wrapped it around my hand, and rushed to a nearby drugstore owned by a nurse.

As soon as she saw the depth of my wound, she gasped and asked what had happened. I just told her to proceed with the treatment, assuring her I’d explain later. She cleaned and dressed the wound with some liquid medication, and almost instantly, the bleeding stopped.

When she asked if I wanted stitches, I refused out of fear, insisting the wound would heal on its own.


THE UNEXPECTED TURN

After the final dressing and bandaging of the wound, I felt relieved as the nurse explained my treatment routine and the medications I needed to take. But suddenly, everything went blank.

I felt empty, as if my soul was leaving my body. It was a painful, forceful separation, and I was utterly helpless. My body felt dry, drained of life. In those few moments, I experienced something beyond comprehension—I felt as though I was traveling between the past and future, reliving memories in flashes. My soul was crying, and my biggest thought was how my mother would react upon hearing that her son had died in school.

It all happened so quickly. Just as I was about to collapse completely, I heard a loud cry: "THE BLOOD OF JESUS! OH, THE BLOOD OF JESUS!"

Over and over, the nurse repeated these words. In that instant, my soul awakened, and an unexplainable surge of energy rushed through my body.

Apparently, while I was slipping away, the nurse noticed my eyes rolling back and turning white. Realizing I was losing consciousness, she immediately began pleading the blood of Jesus over me. That was how I came back to life!


A MIRACULOUS HEALING

As if that wasn’t enough, another miracle followed—the deep wound that should have taken weeks to heal started clo within days. Even the nurse was astonished! She attributed it to me having good skin, but deep down, I knew it was God at work.

Despite my injury, I completed my project successfully and defended it excellently. Today, I have long graduated, healthy and strong, to the glory of God.

Ignorance. The bane of my people.

Woes be unto you if you talk down on God's name and doubt his wonders. You will die mysteriously just for God to prove himself to you the doubter.

Maybe when you get to your grave, you can tell the story of your foolishness.

So wonderful to hear this again, how real the Jesus Christ is .

Ceenachi:


Bro carry water drink
I know una type, you guys hardly believe that this world is fill with spiritual stuff until it happen

Any evidence of this spirits?

jaephoenix:

You couldnt have died from that wound. There's no major vessels in the location around that scar. Grow some sense

Probably an under fed person who felt faint from the blood loss. Now takes it as some supernatural phenomenon. And this from a university graduate. What a shame.

GistMedia0:


I was just afraid of the needle and thread piercing my skin that’s why I refused it. The lady’s cries truly saved my soul. Someone up there claimed that if she had called my name, I would have woken up, but that’s not true. Only I know how I truly felt in that moment.

The strange thing is, it all happened so fast—really, really fast. In just a split second, I was caught between life and death. But by God’s mercy, I survived. I no longer live there; I moved away immediately after graduation.

You had a vasovagal syncope. Usually caused by sight of blood or something distressing. Any loud noise coulda woken you
You christards continue to prove to me religion truly is a cancer

WE CARE, GOD HEALS..

Infact FAINTING is a good thing
The body need u to reduce ur height, so blood can flow better to the brain.
Its not for death