My name is Olatunde Adesegun Aroloye, I was born in London, England in 1960 to Yoruba parents who were from the same town in Ondo State, Nigeria.

I was brought to Nigeria in 1971 in order, I believe, to be employed as a Human sacrifice in order to tip the scales in favour of my father in his attempt to ascend the throne of his father, the Oba Arubiefin Aroloye. My mother's plan to use myself or my sister was modified by father to utilize her instead and she disappeared the same year the outgoing military governor used his veto power to force the installation of father in the last fortnight of his tenure in 1976.

I gained admission to University to the surprise of all my relatives because I achieved it purely on merit, with no Olde Boy networks or bribery. It is what I do. I could not comprehend at the time that far from being happy at my success, my honesty and industry was the excuse for envy and hatred. Furthermore, there were things about my mother's background that I was hated for, which I could not be aware of because nobody was telling me.

I was not permitted to learn the language of my ancestors, on the excuse that father did not want my command of the English language to suffer, which was a plausible concern at the time. Actually, this was to keep me from learning the least thing about the spiritual protocols of our people, which one would have to invariably pick up on, because of the sorcery-related idioms that pepper the language.

In university I joined a Christian fellowship and became a Born Again Pentecostal Christian. My father ordered me to leave the group and cease being a Christian. I thought that it was just a suggestion. Father withdrew his sponsorship and I was forced to subsist performing menial work in the university Health Centre.

This did not alarm me, as I viewed it as a sign from God that I should work to eliminate my Self-Importance and learn in humility. Three years or so later I achieved a singular spiritual experience and shift my level of consciousness through prayer and meditation.
Not knowing what was happening, I finally elected to retreat from my spiritual endeavors, for a while involving myself in martial arts, learning Tae-Kwon Do. This was of limited success because of the poor quality of the tutulege. I could at least hit people and do the hyungs. For all my enlightenment, I still had no idea of my father's true attitude towards me and one day, in 1991, he decided to expel me from his household for good.
This was a rather ugly scene which actually made the papers.
I, however survived, and was now able to access data formerly withheld from my consciousness.

I realized that my father was the designated patron of juju sorcery in our town- everybody knew about it but me- and nobody told me a thing, not even my own maternal sister, who was apparently in training to be a witch, whose tutulege began shortly after we had arrived in our father's custody. It had been she who had gone in as spy on our mother and had betrayed her to father and his cohorts, who had then killed her.
You don't divorce a prince of the lineage, if he don't want you to divorce, if you wanna live.

I now desired data, and being ready, two of the books of Carlos Castaneda conveniently fell into my hands: JOURNEY TO IXTLAN and THE FIRE FROM WITHIN.
As soon as I began to read those books, my spiritual awareness reawakened and I understood everything I had read and far, far, more.

I never ever had any doubts that what I was reading was the Absolute Truth.
How could it be a lie?

Did don Juan Matus ever exist?
The account is consistent with the hypothesis that he certainly did.
The question is not important.
Is the Knowledge real?
Of course it is.

Most important is Carlos castaneda's account of the spiritual anatomy: the Emanations and the Assemblage Point. Of course it is all real and correct! What sort of idiot would question such things? Have they any better theory to account for the existence of the Universe? Any better explanation of The Bible and the Ministry of the Prophets?

L. Ron Hubbard's purported theory of The Gospel is that the Parables were ripped off from THE EGYPTIAN BOOK OF THE DEAD: I think he was lying.
But The Mold of Man is even better! Here the whole Bible is accounted for, and the insane Jews found out about It and decided not to tell the whole World.

It took me about twelve years to obtain eight of Dr. Carlos Castaneda's twelve books.
To my surprise, I appear to be the only Christian in the World who understands what it was that he discovered and its value to Christianity.
This is not a situation I desired.
I believe I was the only Christian who understood what was really going on with Christianity, too. If there had been anyone else, I should have heard of him by now.

It may well be that I am the only one who can clean up this mess whilst we still have a Human race to save.

It seems to me that everybody else is goofing off on frivolous and entirely short-sighted and idiotic self-serving short-term goals.
No one comprehends that The Key to Infinity has been handed us on a plate.
No one but ME.

Sincerely,

Olatunde Aroloye.