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WIKIPEDIA
Simon Kimbangu (September, 12 1887, Nkamba, near Thysville, Congo Free State - October 12, 1951, lisabethville, Belgian Congo) was a Congolese
religious leader noted as the founder of Kimbanguism. His followers consider him to be the special envoy of Jesus Christ as quoted in the fourteenth
chapter of the biblical Gospel of John.
The son of a traditional religious leader, he became a Baptist in 1915, and worked as a catechist for several years before beginning his own ministry in
early 1921. According to his disciples, Kimbangu cured the sick, raised the dead back to life and his ministry developed a large following, causing
suspicion amongst the Belgian authorities. His ministry of preaching and miraculous healing lasted from April to September 1921.[1]
On 12th of September 1921 he was arrested and charged with sedition. Convicted, he was sentenced to death. However, his sentence was commuted
to life imprisonment with 120 lashes. He died in prison on 12th October,1951.
During his thirty years of imprisonment, he continued to be regarded as a spiritual leader, despite being denied contact with his followers, and also
became a symbol of Congolese nationalism. In 1959, his church (Kimbanguist church) was recognized by the then Belgium government and could then
conduct prayer freely. Today, the Kimbangust church is well established in many countries around the world. However, when Kimbangu passed on, his
son Joseph Diangienda took over the church Ministry. Joseph Diangienda (chief spiritual) organized the contemporary church. Diangienda died on 22
March, 1992 in Switzerland and his son, Simon Kimbangu Kiangani, is the spiritual leader based in the church's headquarters in Nkamba.

The Emergence of African Avatars and the Secret

of Fatima
Tom Dark
http://www.katinkahesselink.net/his/messiah.html

Few Americans are aware of the spectacular religious activity that has been thundering, with
incalculable exuberance, through the hearts of millions of Africans in our just-passed century. Men
and women have been seeing vision after vision, sign after sign, and wonder after wonder. There are
national holidays commemorating miracles -- not from centuries ago by some old saint whose paint
has long since peeled, but within the last few decades, witnessed by thousands of ordinary citizens
still walking among us.
Although few in the U.S. are aware of all this, religious scholars whom I have contacted as
independent sources have been recording the activity with intense fascination. Relatively little is
known, and scholars are quite eager to learn more. They may be gathering information that could
eventually form a "new" New Testament. It may well be that we are viewing the beginnings of a new
civilization formed around a new Christ, which, like the occasion that started our present one 20
centuries ago, remains relatively unknown in the world until some time after the events that then
inspire so many millions for centuries to come.
I am told, in fact, that I am the 8th American to have learned about the subject of this essay, which is
about a man named Simeon Toko, who died in 1984. Simeon Toko appeared before people in an
body and in dream states while he was physically alive, and continues to do the same among certain
selected people 17 years after his natural death. At least one witness says he, personally, killed
Simeon Toko -- quite professionally, as a hired killer -- and saw him alive again a few days later.
Others still living at this writing say they saw Toko physically slaughtered, and watched him bring
himself back to life before their astonished eyes. There is a very large body of testimony, of which
only a little has yet been recorded or written down by eyewitnesses.
Much of the media news from Africa in the past 80 years has been presented as political rebellion
and tribal warmongering, or as a battle between "good" civilized countries versus "evil" communists
over the souls of Africans who are still considered uncivilized and superstitious and too immature, to
be left to themselves... what with all those raw materials and diamonds yet needing dug up. This is
the general bias of newsreporting from Africa as I remember it since my own childhood. It's not much
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different now. We tend to think of the African peoples in a distortion somewhere between a bouquet
of jokes about banana republics and a vague, distant horror of unexplainable war and slaughter.
It is odd that Africa is considered a land of raw natural resources, presumed for centuries to be there
largely for the benefit of civilized foreigners, who have had only to educate and "civilize" a species of
simple people to work the mines and derricks for them.
It is very odd, considering that Africa is home to the most ancient of continuous Western civilizations,
Ethiopia; for that matter Africa is home to the most ancient human bones yet chipped out of an earthly
grave. Scientists are lately calling Africa the home of the human race.
Back in the late nineteenth century, British Museum curator E.A. Wallis Budge began translating the
papyrii and wall-writings of ancient Egyptian temples. In order to come to some kind of understanding
of those writings, Budge found himself compelled to compare the practices described in ancient
language with those practiced by "natives," meaning black African peoples, of his time. He was also
aware of the similarities of language between the ancient and current tongues.
As "savage" as they supposedly were, many Africans had in fact preserved practices known to and
used successfully by their own ancestors, the ancient Egyptians. It is unarguable, looking at the
fantastic ancient artisanry alone, that many pharoahs were black, and so too was a great deal of
Egypt's ancient population, if not initially populated by black peoples entirely.
If by our own accounts African Egypt lasted at least 3,000 years (11,000 according to Herodotus'
HISTORIES), we must admit that the wisdom and practice preserved in ancient writings was at the
very least partly responsible for the second longest-lived civilization in historical record.
If that is so, then we can surmise that the Africans who moved deeper into their lands to escape the
warlike upstart Greeks and Romans, continued those practices for their own benefit. These "savages"
lived generally peaceful, productive, imaginative and joyful lives. It is certainly also said that this was
how the ancient Egyptians lived. History will show that the migrating central Africans lived the same
way, at least until the mercenary and slave raids by Europeans began in the 15th century C.E.
If a civilization can be defined by its coded wisdom, not merely by its pottery or technology, then we
can surmise that the Egyptian civilization didn't die out so much as move away with the Africans who
founded settlements elsewhere on the continent. The successive overrunners of the ancient African
civilization -- now given the greek name "Egypt," not Kemet, as the Egyptians themselves called their
land -- have to this day failed to match the accomplishments of its founders. No one as yet knows
how to build a massive pyramid set exactly to coordinates aligned with the sun and stars; engineers
still marvel daily over their construction. That is only the most famous of many mysteries of ancient
Egyptian architectonics. Certainly no one knows how to make a country thrive for thousands of years,
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even through times of unimaginable trouble. The story that the great buildings of Egypt were built by
slave labor, Cecil B. DeMille style, is simply untrue.
It is also untrue that any part of Africa ever was a "dark continent," to be "discovered" by Portuguese
boatmen -- as though it were somehow unattached to any ancient glories, populated only by semihumans, and full of natural riches they themselves could not appreciate.
Anyone who might argue that this depiction of these ancient peoples is not the portrayal that whiteskinned European races promoted does not know history. A single example: Americans in the
nineteenth century created a law that permitted an African slave the dubious honor of counting as
"three-fifths of a man;" in other words, men and women with dark skin were considered less than
human in United States law. White slavemasters had obtained at least a little human recognition for
their black male slaves, to use them as partial voting blocs in local elections for self-serving reasons.
In the book that this essay will introduce to the United States for the first time, it is pointed out by
documentation that the first slave traders who came to Africa in the fifteenth century C.E. found an
advanced society dominated by a monotheism with a powerful code of ethics. They did not find halfnaked people in grass skirts with bones through their noses. They did not find rows of fat little stone
fertility goddesses and voodoo fetishes. They found an intelligent, friendly, dignified peoples who had
created beautiful avenues and pleasant buildings and well-regulated agricultural fields and fine
clothing. They found a people who practiced the old Mosaic code, essentially (students of Mosaic law
will note how much of it resembles Egyptian codes). They found a people whose language, linguists
have shown, contains scores of words found in biblical hebrew and later in European languages.
They may well have found what really ever happened to the so-called lost tribes of the kingdom of
Israel.
Except that the subsequent four centuries have proved out the following statement to a deplorable
degree, we could otherwise be incredulous at a surmisal of the main difference between the
"discoverers" of central Africa and the people they divided and traded like objects and cattle over the
ensuing generations: the difference between the civilized dark-skinned peoples and their conquerors
is measurable in intensity of greed and a will to murder to fulfill greed's endlessly wearisome
demands. This behavior has not ended in modern times. Slavery still exists in Africa, for instance.
Even at this writing, centuries now after the first slashes into the belly of the African land and peoples,
predominantly white-skinned countries still allow predominantly white-skinned corporations to assist
insane warlords in killing each other, helping with helicopters and technology, simply to keep
company profits going. So reported Global Pacific News not long ago.

There is no question that the peoples of Africa, millions and millions of descendants of the ancient
Ethiopians and Egyptians among them, have been methodically dehumanized for centuries. No
peoples have met with such enormous psychological and material destruction in recorded human
history. If they can said to be blamed for allowing any of it, then their fault could only lie in a
willingness to trust fellow men who came preaching religious principles.
The damage that Christian missionaries have done to the psychology of human kindness in Africa
over the centuries is untold. Examples would take a litany too long to fit all the walls of any ancient
temple. But here are two: missionaries routinely accompanied soldiers who came to steal lands and
loot for their home European country. The procedure went as follows: the missionary would stand and
read aloud an edict in Latin to whatever villagers had gathered. The edict, completely
incomprehensible to the villagers, ordered that each of them must at that moment convert to
Christianity or be killed or enslaved. After it was read, the guns and swords went to work. The soldiers
felt justified in their murders through the benediction and authority of the Roman church. Through
varying interpretations of the works of church fathers, the Roman church developed a system of
permissible murder and looting, and it was used routinely.
The missionaries would then go to work on the remaining peoples: the children were taught that their
parents' intelligent, peaceful beliefs were "from the devil," and that they were to accept poverty "for
the good of their souls;" whereas the conquerers were supposedly blessed by God with superior
might and wealth, and so must be obeyed.
Not long ago, Pope John-Paul II issued a public statement apologizing for the behavior of the Roman
Church during the Inquisition, centuries ago. Over a period of about four hundred years, Church
authorities in Europe humiliated, ostracized, tortured and murdered about a half million fellow
Europeans over "matters of faith." As these atrocities in the name of God mostly occurred centuries
ago, the apology seemed a little late in coming.
However, no apology seems to have yet been offered for the estimated one hundred million Africans
who were categorically enslaved, tortured, and murdered into submission for the four hundred years
that the Roman Church itself assisted this activity, quite officially, benefitting from it materially and
politically.
One would wonder also why there is as yet no apology forthcoming from the Vatican for its role in
intent to murder one Simon Kimbangu. This did not happen so long ago that the descendants have
long been unaware of the wrong done and the property confiscated, as is mostly the case with the
Inquisition.

There are thousands of Africans still alive who remember Simon Kimbangu very well. Kimbangu's
name is celebrated throughout the great expanses of central Africa, and this fame continues to
increase. He stands as far more than a mere national hero. A short history of his life can be found in
the Encyclopedia Brittanica. He and his followers are also the subject of more detailed scholarly
research. Simon Kimbangu was a prophet. Left to rot and tortures in a prison, he died there in
October 1951 after 30 years.
There are Africans alive at this writing who were brought back from the dead by Simon Kimbangu,
and there are people still living who watched him do it. The claim is that Simon Kimbangu healed the
sick, made the lame walk, returned sight to the blind and hearing to the deaf, and even brought an
infant dead three days back to life. Kimbangu performed these miraculous deeds over a period of five
months, from May, 1921, through September 12, 1921. Scholars do not dispute that this man
performed these miracles. There is simply too much testimony about it.
On September 10, 1921, Simon Kimbangu gave a speech. He announced that the colonial authorities
were about to arrest him and "impose a long period of silence on my body." He announced that one
day a "Great King" of tremendous spiritual, scientific, and political power would arise, and that he
himself would return as a representative. Before this event, a certain book would be written that would
prepare the people of Kongo (not "Congo") for this event. This book would resisted, but slowly, it
would come to be accepted.
Two days later, Simon Kimbangu was arrested by colonial authorities -- on his forty-second birthday,
September 12, 1921 -- and curtly sentenced to death. The authorities for the Roman Church had
recommended his execution, and so had various other Christian missions. According to noted scholar
Dr. Allan Anderson, the Baptist mission alone protested the execution of this man whose apparent
crime was to have daily stood in a village for five months and healed, consoled, and revitalized
people. The joy and the amazement of the gathering crowds had left the prophet open to supposed
charges of sedition by jealous missionaries. Punishment for alleged sedition was death.
Just as Kimbangu had predicted two days before his arrest, he was instead given an indefinite prison
term, a "long silence of his body." Each morning he was taken from his tiny cell and put bodily into a
tank of cold salt water for lengthy periods in an attempt to hasten his death. His prediction that his
body would be tortured and humiliated came true.
He had also predicted that day that Africa would be "thrown into a
terrible period of unspeakable persecutions." For the next 40 years, Africans were indeed put through
a terrible period of unspeakable religious persecutions. Hundreds of thousands were imprisoned,

deported, separated from their families, subject to atrocious tortures, and simply persecuted for new
religious beliefs.
These new religious beliefs, triggered by the few words of an African man who performed miracles
among his own people for "only a little while," sent out great psychological rays of hope to a continent
of peoples who had long become accustomed to misery and poverty under centuries of colonial
abuse and intentionally oppressive religious instruction. These powerful beliefs are still in
development and will reach around the world even in their beginning stages. The appearance of the
book this essay introduces marks one of many such beginnings.

Part II
The title of the book this essay will introduce is THE TRUE THIRD SECRET OF FATIMA REVEALED
and the RETURN OF CHRIST. The author is Pastor Melo Nzeyitu Josias; additional research by
Rocha Nefwani. Both men are native Africans, both highly educated. I edited the book myself, here in
America, and added a little general historical knowledge.
The book was meant to be available on May 13, 2001, commemorating the first of 6 visits of the Lady
of Fatima, Portugal, who appeared on that date in 1917. She was visible to the three shepherd
children who repeated her words to the world, yet was invisible to the crowds of thousands who were
drawn to come see her. The Lady made astonishing predictions. Her two sets of predictions, made in
1917 about events of the coming decades, proved true. Among other things, she predicted the
fall of Russia to communism, the end of the First World War, and the coming of the Second World
War.
There was a Third Secret, however, which the Lady instructed Lucia Dos Santos to reveal only after
1960, after certain events had passed which would have made it more understandable. It was read to
Pope John XXIII in February, 1960. When he heard it he fainted dead to the floor. When John XXIII
arose, he ordered the Third Secret sealed up in a vault "forever."
Are we in the "end of times?" Are we at the hour in which Jesus Christ has already returned and
gone? It would seem that appearances of men acclaimed to be God incarnate have increased greatly
in the past century.
Many children born after World War Two abandoned their family's religions and took up a fascination
with Hindu Baba or another, during adolescence -- let's say during their "truth seeker years." Some

still follow their chosen Baba, regarding him as God Himself clothed in flesh and blood and teachings.
Few seemed to have realized that the various titles of these Eastern god-men, from "Baba"
downward, are conventions of Hinduism they correspond to the same kinds of hierarchical titlings of
western religious personnel, from "Pope" downward. Both words mean "father." Perhaps comparing
these things would have made the new religious adventure seem less exotic, and therefore, not
knowing the traditional lay of things religious, potentially more "spiritual" to youth disillusioned and
bored by what continues on beneath Western steeples.
Officially, any Catholic priest or Monsignor or Bishop or Cardinal is a "representative of God on
earth," each of more exalted degree, the same as attributed to revered gurus whose photographs are
surrounded by burning incense. What makes the idea less true for one than the other? The idea of a
God-ness more particular to such men, East or West, is most often a projection of the devotee, who
has yet to even speculate on the source of his own willing projections. Yet in terms of advantages to
be gained of any kind, the question is moot. There seem to be no fewer crooks among those declared
holy as among those who find no use for gods, and no fewer well-intended. We will reserve judgment
on current dramas of religious persecution.
Whether a human being can said to be God made flesh, let alone which individual can be said to be
this, can be debated into meaninglessness. There are several main schools of thought about it. The
prevailing school in the West remains a Christian line, which says that there is one single God. This
God parcels out a single soul to each living human, who is otherwise considered as not much more
than a moving mass of organized mud, and is unworthy by nature.
All are represented before God the Father by a single non-physical individual, namely Jesus Christ, a
man who healed sick people, raised others from the dead, performed other fantastic wonders and
sayings, then was murdered in a routine public ceremony at the behest of an unrecognizing,
unappreciative public. This God is not finished with this unappreciative public; at an unknown hour,
He will take all the souls he parceled out and dump them into a "lake of fire" for all eternity. Only
those for whom Christ has interceded will be allowed to live on in eternity, to live in a city where
streets are paved with gold, and to bow up and down in worship of this One God, forever. One
wonders whether his back will ever tire of the exercise.
As whimsically as I've put it, this is the prevailing, if fading, stream of belief about Who and what a
God is among Catholic and Protestant churches. It is this drama, essentially, that captured the
imaginations of Western peoples for centuries.

Spontaneous enthusiasm for this story has been dwindling -- to the point that some Americans
believe that enthusiasm needs to be enforced. Political machinations surrounding our alcoholic
president George W. Bush are currently attempting to squeeze this tale into the shape of an official
state religion, through fiduciary activity at taxpayer expense.
Another school of thought, currently rising (if not having had popularity in some ancient time), inherent
in a few words of the New Testament, is espoused by some of the notable 20th Century Indian
Babas. The Hindu versions of this idea have been distilled further from their Vedic origins by different
new-age or maverick churches in he West, or combined with biblical ideations. This school says that
all persons are themselves God; yet due to our egoisms, or ignorance, or sinful natures, only the
sparsest few among our present billions can sense this divinity within ourselves.
Those few who are said to have become "god-realized," who made themselves known to the public
as for divine purposes and missions, seem to attract material fortunes from a public that is either
inexpressibly grateful or is too gullible. Although some Hindu religious branches speak of "five
ascended masters" who live invisibly on our planet, there are many quite visible gurus or proclaimed
avatars around whom devotees have formed practical organizations of high material worth. Monies
are collected and practical social advantages, such as political contributions, keep the organizations
going, while their intents are to enlighten masses whom, we must assume, are "endarkened" without
them.
Sincere or fraudulent, authentic or imitation, each event of the appearance of a man (usually a male)
said to be God or god-realized represents a new bud of one size or another upon a very ancient vine.
The vine would be human consciousness, and the bud would be civilization.
A civilization forms through codes of knowledge and behavior that allow each of its members,
relatively, the broadest opportunity for value fulfillment. The codes seem most often to have
originated with a single man, who is also revealed as God's prophet, if not God Himself in fleshly
clothing. New knowledge, or interpretations of it, is added in that Man-God's name.
I wonder about the nature of the human experience itself, as I can not think of any civilization which
did not attribute its foundations to a single man at its cornerstone. Even the "godless" communist
attempts at a new and sensible kind of civilization quickly became personality-worship cults. Nor
should we forget Germany's abortive attempt to found a "New World Order" around Adolf Hitler.
However, neither he nor Marx nor Lenin nor Mao nor Kim could walk on water or rise from the dead.
Christianity, of all religions, has come closest to uniting the peoples of the entire world. The
emergence of avatars in Africa in the twentieth century maintains a continuity with the ancient
prophecies found in the bible. "THE THIRD SECRET" cites biblical passages that make a case that
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Simeon Toko was Christ Returned -- at least, different Christian ministers who considered the
interpretations did not scorn their logic. The following is an excerpt I have culled from the book (Some
of the writing has been altered so as not to confuse the reader who will be reading this out of its
context):
Simeon Toko was born on February 24, 1918, in a northern village in Angola (the "Tsafon" of Psalm
48: 3) portentously named "Sadi Banza Zulu Mongo" ("the village of the Celestial Mountain"). A
newborn emerged from his mother's womb into a very hostile environment.
For almost fifty years, from 1872 to 1921, this region suffered natural disasters. There were long
droughts between short lulls. Northern Angola and the southern regions of French and Belgian
Congos were devastated. The resultant famines killed thousands; so too were thousands of deaths
brought by smallpox, typhoid, sleeping sickness, malaria, and others.
These different plagues represent the fulfillment of a biblical prediction. None but a few people
inspired by the words of Lord recognized this.
"And the dragon stood before which was ready to be delivered, for to devour her child as soon as it
was born." (Revelation 12: 4)
The baby Simeon Toko was born mere inches from sickness and famine and plague and death, and
many leagues from safety. There was not much reason for a baby to want to live, and much against
it.
The infant Toko caught smallpox. He was so badly affected by it that villagers thought the hand of the
Almighty Father alone saved his life. He was left with the unpleasant marring of smallpox scars on his
face. Compare this prophecy:
"As many were astonished at thee; his visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more
than the sons of men." (Isaiah 52: 14)
Not long after Simeon's birth, a missionary at a Baptist Missionary Society, based in Angola, had a
dream. He dreamed that a Great King had been born in the region under his ministry. He decided to
go looking for this baby.
Requesting guidance from the Holy Spirit, he came to the baby Simeon Toko. Staring at an infant so
rachitic, like a "weak and tender plant," and so blemished a little face, he shook his head. Doubt had
come to stay. He asked one or two questions and left, feeling victimized by his dream and the voice
that had led him there.
In 1949 Simeon attended an international conference of Protestants in Leopoldville (currently called
Kinshasa). During this event, the ceremonial masters asked three Africans from Angola to pray.
Those selected were Gaspar de Almeida, Jesse Chiulo Chipenda, and Simeon Toko. Simeon Toko
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asked in his public prayer that the Holy Spirit manifest in Africa to put an end to the abuses of the
colonial powers.
Toko became a dedicated member of the Baptist Church in Itaga. He formed a singing choir of 12
people. Instantly this choir became famous and from twelve members it grew into hundreds.
At each of the choir performances, whether at their church or while visiting another church, the Holy
Ghost manifested with such a power that white Missionaries suspected young Toko of possessing
black magic powers. Jealously, the missionaries summoned him to abandon his "dark practices." He
responded to them by saying "But if we are praying to the same God, how come when I pray, and
there is a manifestation of the Holy Ghost, you accuse me of sorcery? Is it because I am an African
that my prayers couldn't possibly be answered? (see 1 Samuel 10: 10) Does the Holy Spirit
discriminate against Africans too?"
But the missionaries were fed up with him and decided to exclude him from the church. Then what
was meant to happen, happened. All those who had joined the church on the inspiration of Simeon's
magnificent choir left the church with him. The question was whether Simeon Toko would abandon
these followers, or keep them with him.
He decided to keep them with him, realizing all the same that a very harsh duty awaited him. He
decided to pray again to his Father, repeating the same prayer he had made three years before at the
Baptist conference.
On July 25, 1949, Simeon and 35 members of his choir met on a street called Mayenge, at the house
of a man named Vanga Ambrosio. The choir began to sing, waiting for time to pray. Shortly before
midnight, Simeon Toko lifted his eyes to the sky and he addressed this prayer to His father: "Father, I
know you always answer my prayers. Now look; consider these sheep you have sent to me. This
duty is so immense that without the Holy Spirit, the Comforter, we will never be able to achieve what
you intended. The prayer I addressed to you three years ago, didn't you hear it?"
At precisely midnight, a strong wind shook the house and the Holy Spirit possessed everyone at the
prayer meeting, with the exception of a man called Sansao Alphonse, the choir leader. God let him
remain in an ordinary frame of mind so that he could write down the testimonials and miracles taking
place before his dumfounded eyes. Many in the group were speaking in tongues. Some saw
heavenly light and heard celestial voices; others were able to communicate clearly with people
several kilometers from where the prayer was taking place.
The excitement about the miracles that happened at this new Pentecost led Simeon Toko's followers
to spread all over town and start preaching the building of God's kingdom. This attracted the attention

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of Belgian colonial authorities, who viewed the activity as a threatening commotion. Within about
three months the police began jailing the preachers.
They were jailed and prosecuted as promptly as were the followers of Simeon Toko's Messenger,
called Kimbanguists, after Simon Kimbangu, who himself was imprisoned, from 1921 until his death in
1951.
Some were beheaded, burned alive in their homes, drowned in the river, or shot without being
prosecuted. Finally, the colonialists decided to deport them. The wives, husbands, and children were
separated from their families by hundreds and even thousands of kilometers from their homes. When
miracles started taking place among the new followers of "Kimbangu," the Belgian authorities tried to
suffocate this new Messianic group at once.
On October 22nd, 1949, Simeon Toko and 3000 of his companions were put in two different jails,
Ofiltra and Ndolo. After three months in the jails, a decree was passed to deport them out of the
country. This is when Simeon Toko started revealing Himself.
The Belgian Administrator of the jail in Ndolo was named Pirote. He abused the "Tokoist" prisoners,
hurling racist insults. He always ended with: "Filthy nigger, you're going back to nigger country in
Angola!" Tired of this abuse, Simeon Toko replied sharply to Pirote, "Know that if there is a stranger
here, it is you! To show you that I am home, the day you make the injustice of deporting me from
Belgian Congo, I'll have you carrying my bags alongside me!" Simeon Toko held up both hands,
spread out his fingers, and told the abusive Belgian to count them. He said, "I give 10 years to the
Belgians, not one more or less, to leave this country!"
No one at that time comprehended these sibylline words. However, the disciples of Simeon Toko
understood later: the day they were deported, Pirote fell dead. He was gripped with an apparent heart
attack while working in his office, and died as suddenly as though a bullet had struck him squarely.
As for the other mysterious statement made by Simeon Toko: ten years later, in 1960, the Belgians
were obliged to leave their rich colony of Congo.
"The Almighty has made my mouth like a sharp sword;"(Isaiah 49: 2). The proof was made with the
two anecdotes relating to Pirote and the independence of Belgian Congo, which took place on June
the 30th, 1960, exactly as Simeon Toko predicted, each of his fingers representing one year.
But to impel this event, Simeon Toko "unleashed his army." This incredible story is very well known
throughout central Africa, and will be reported in greater detail in another book. The event was
witnessed by thousands of people on January 4th, 1959. Some of the author's own relatives were
there, but so are there thousands of citizens of the city of Kinshasa who witnessed it on that day alive
at this writing. January 4th is now a public holiday in Kinshasa and commemorates this event.
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Kinshasa was called Leopoldville. On that day, the "Cherubim and Seraphim" appeared and stood
against the Belgian colonial army. The citizens of Leopoldville saw an army of about a thousand very
small men -- about the size of children, or dwarfs, with very muscular, imposing bodies. Each of these
diminutive human-looking creatures showed great strength -- for example, a witness saw one of them
flip a five-ton truck over with one arm!
The Belgian soldiers fired at these little brown angels to no effect. Terrified, the colonial army was
thrown into confusion. The little men disappeared as suddenly as they had appeared. One year after
this amazing mass apparition, the Democratic Republic of Congo was a new and independent
country.
After being deported and arriving in Angola, the real tribulations of the "man of sorrow acquainted with
grief and sufferings" were to start. Never again would Simeon Toko rest. His life would be a string of
non-stop attempts to kill him to prevent his Mission.
Let us follow what he experienced, from Leopoldville, where he was unjustly incarcerated, and to
Angola. While incarcerated in Angola, the Portuguese authorities deported him:
1. To the Colonato of Vale do Loge, in the municipality of Bembe, Northern Angola;
2. From Bembe to Waba Caconda;
3. From Caconda to Hoque, 30 kilometers of San da Bandeira;
4. From San da Bandeira to Waba Caconda again:
5. From Caconda to Cassinga - Vila Artur de Paiva;
6. From Cassinga to Jau, in Chibia's canton;
7. From Chibia, back to San da Bandeira;
8. From San da Bandeira to Mocamedes, in the municipality of Porto Alexandre, or more precisely at
Ponta Albina.
9. From Ponta Albina to Luanda, the capital of Angola.
All of these deportations took place in a 12 year period. Simeon Toko's captivity in these prisons and
agricultural compounds lasted from three months, at San da Bandeira, to as long as five years, at
Ponta Albina.
The objectives of these deportations were to reduce Simeon Toko's influence and to dismantle his
church. Contrarily, everywhere he and his followers were sent, they indoctrinated even more and
more members into the belief of what Portuguese called "Tokoism." In the end the Portuguese
authorities decided to use their last measure. "Simeon Toko delenda (must be destroyed)."

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Thus, when he was sent to slavery in an agricultural field in Caconda, in southern Angola, his head
was offered for a price. Two Portuguese foremen, excited by the reward, decided to take their
chance. They put a plan in action to murder Simeon Toko.
During a stay in Angola in 1994, we collected the testimony of Pastor Adelino Canhandi, who was a
cook at the Caconda agricultural compound. He saw what happened.
Busy with cooking, he heard a voice calling him, "Canhandi, Canhandi, come here." It was Simeon
Toko. Once outside, surprised and curious, Toko told him "to stand there and be watchful. Once
again the Son of Man will be tested." Strange words in particular for Canhandi, who was not then a
Christian and didn't understand the term or what Simeon Toko wanted of him. Curious, he watched.
Trade magazines that deal with farm machinery routinely warn users about it. Harvesting machines
such as seed-sowers are exceptionally dangerous, as is very well known. Accidents involving the
business end of a sower simply aren't survived, and in many cases, there is not enough left of the
body for display at a funeral.
One of the Portuguese foremen showed up and hailed Simeon Toko, "Hey Simeon, you see that
tractor over there? There are weeds clogging the sower. Go clean them out!" Submissively, the docile
prisoner crawled under the engine to fix it. When he was under the engine, the foreman, sitting in the
driver's seat, started it up, which automatically activated the rotating blades of the seed sower.
Simeon Toko's body was instantly severed in several pieces.Terrified, Canhandi stood frozen to the
spot, watching. The foreman shifted into reverse to back up and check the damage. A second
foreman, who was in service that day, flashed a victory sign, indicating that they had succeeded.
Then the unbelievable happened. Before Canhandi and the two Portuguese accomplices, the body
of Simeon Toko recomposed itself; Simeon Toko stood up. Canhandi could not believe his eyes! The
Portuguese ran away in terror. From that day on, Canhandi believed in the Lord, and his entire family
converted to the church of Simeon Toko.
It was also that day that Simeon Toko made it known who he was behind that smallpox-marred face,
purposefully behaving in accord with the following scripture:
"Therefore doth my father love me, because I lay down my life, that I might take it again. No man
taketh it from me, but I lay it down of myself. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it
again. This commandment have I received of my Father." (John 10: 17-18)
During Simeon Toko's stay in Luanda, the capital of Angola, while he was in the process of being
deported for the ninth time, another event happened to show his hidden and true identity.
We should say that when he came on earth in Palestine, Christ referred to Himself in the third person,
using the term "the Son of Man." This time, Canhandi was one of the rare persons to hear the Christ
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refer to Himself differently. Simeon most usually spoke of the Lord Jesus Christ, which meant to his
followers that he too was a servant of Christ, like everybody else. Despite the miracles happening
around him, just like a shadow, no one knew who he really was.
His followers were once again bewildered when they found out that two top level emissaries were
dispatched by Pope John XXIII to Angola to meet Simeon Toko and deliver a personal message to
him.
One of the Emissaries was unfortunate to fall ill with dysentary when he arrived in Luanda and wound
up in a hospital. The other was received by Simeon Toko, and he said to him, "I am an emissary of
Pope John XXIII, who personally mandated me and my colleague to come and ask you a single
question: Who are you?"
Let us bear in mind that the year was 1962, two years after the fateful date when the Vatican had
instructions to make public the third Secret of Fatima. John XXIII had read the message, kept it a
secret, and very likely had sent his emissaries to Simeon Toko with a sinking feeling in his heart.
Simeon Toko responded, "I am amazed that a high ranking person like the Pope is interested enough
about my being to make you travel 8000 km just to meet me. The answer that you should give your
master for me is in the biblical scripture, Matthew 11: 2 to 6."
Let's now put ourselves in Pope John's shoes as he read the text suggested by Toko:
"And now when John had heard in the prison the works of Christ, he sent two of his disciples, and
said unto him. Are thou he that should come, or do we look for another? Jesus answered and said
unto them. Go and show John again those things which ye do hear and see: The blind receive their
sight, and the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, and the deaf hear, the dead are raised up, and the
poor have the gospel preached to them. And blessed is he, whosoever shall not be offended in me."
Now, we already have referred to an arrow hidden in the quiver of the Almighty, which can indeed be
shot from any distance -- even if thousands of kilometers separate archer and target; even if 2000
years separate them, it reaches its target.
Using a brief biblical quotation, Simeon Toko gave Pope John XXIII to understand that what the Pope
had found in the note written by Lucia Dos Santos was true. Indeed the former Cardinal Roncalli
could have picked any name as Pope: He could have chosen Gregory, Benoit, Peter, Paul, or any of
hundreds of saints' names. But he chose "John," so that now the scripture in Matthew that Simeon
Toko sent him to read addressed him directly by name.
Fearing Who it was now living among the most disdained people on earth, the Pope contacted the
Portuguese dictator, Antonio de Salazar.

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On July 18, 1962, Simeon Toko was again arrested and deported; this time, not to some isolated
corner in his native Angola, but to Portugal, where his birth had been formally announced in 1917, in
Fatima.
"Jesus said unto him, "Did ye never read in the scriptures: 'The stone which the builders rejected, the
same is become the head of the corner: this is the Lord's doing, and it is marvelous in our eyes."
(Matthew 21: 42)
Indeed the builders ("Pontiff" means "builder of bridges") had again rejected the cornerstone.
When Simeon Toko was brought to Portugal a Portuguese Air Force plane was waiting for him. The
plane had state-of-the-art telecommunication and navigation systems.
In the plane sat a Catholic priest and members of Salazar's secret police, PIDE-DGS, including the
pilot and copilot. Their mission was to fly out over the Atlantic ocean and after about an hour's
distance, push Simeon Toko out of the plane into the deep sea. This was the same inhuman
treatment that Argentinian military used years later for their political opponents.
Supposedly, the Catholic Priest was brought along on the plane to counteract the magic powers of
the African, through praying. But this skillfully planned project was about to backfire.
The moment the PIDE agents rose to subdue him and carry out their murder, Simeon Toko stood up
and ordered the plane to stop. The aircraft stopped in midair. It stood still, not advancing an inch, nor
rose or fell backward.
The crew was stricken by panic. The priest could hardly breathe, and hoarsely huffed out desperate
prayers. They all started imploring the "preto" [Portuguese denigratory meaning "nigger'] for mercy.
Simeon lifted his eyes and hands towards the heaven and after a short prayer he ordered the plane to
move again. At once the plane started moving.
Simeon Toko related this story himself. For those who are skeptical, we would remind you that the
authority of our sciences do not determine all that is possible on earth or in heaven. This same
Personality stopped a storm on a sea for a group of terrified fishermen 2000 years ago. He also
walked across the surface of the water and inspired the sun to weave and dance gaily at Fatima.
As an "exiled political prisoner," Simeon Toko was deprived of all human rights. We will pass for now
on the many other murder attempts upon his body during his forced stay in Ponta Delgada (
Archipelago of the Azores).
At a future date, we will publish a record of miracles performed by Simeon Toko which were seen by
eyewitnesses. Since the objective of this book is to expose secrets kept from the spiritually hungry,
we here select only a few attempts made against Simeon Toko during his years of imprisonment on

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Ponta Delgada Island, under the pretense of being a "political" prisoner. He was assigned the chore
of maintaining a lighthouse there.
Dona Laurinda Zaza is a "vate" for present day Toko followers. A vate (VAH-tay) is a sort of
prophetic trance medium. Dona Laurinda experienced the following event as she saw it happen to
"Tio Simao" (a nickname meaning "Uncle Simon") while he was in exile in Portugal. Simeon Toko
confirmed the fact of this event later, and revealed the physical damage that the doctors had done;
over the years, thousands of people saw this scarring on his chest. "You could almost see Toko's
heart pounding in his chest through the scar; an almost unbearable sight," Dona Laurinda said.
This referred to a most remarkable attempt by these astonishingly misguided men to kill Simeon Toko
under Dictator Antonio Salazar's orders. This attempt, which would have been a "first degree murder"
if the victim were anyone else, took place shortly before his return to freedom in July 1974.
Some doctors found themselves reading the reports of his purported invulnerability. They thought
they might pass the time by drilling for the secret which seemed to protect the mysterious African
man. They meant to perform an autopsy on a living human being.
Under the pretext of removing a tumor in his chest, the doctors had Simeon Toko taken to hospital.
They put him on an operating table, cut a jagged, mortal wound in the left side of the center of his
chest, reached into his chest cavity, and pulled out his still-beating heart. The aorta and other arteries
were severed by scalpel and his heart was removed. Simeon lay dead, his body covered with the
warm blood that splashed out of his heart and chest.
The doctors dumped Simeon Toko's heart in a metal pan and took it to a laboratory, in another room.
They ran various tests on it, expecting to find what, undetermined. The gadgets and microscopes and
probings showed there was nothing physically extraordinary or abnormal about Simeon Toko's heart.
The doctors concluded that this purloined organ would not have been the source of his invulnerability
-- if it can be said that men can make conclusions about any such thing.
Simeon Toko came to on the operating table. To their horror and bewilderment, his heartless corpse
was moving on its own volition. He opened his eyes, sat up and looked at them, the chest wound by
which they had casually murdered him gaping open. "Why are you persecuting me this way?" he said
to them. "Give me back my heart!"
For now we will refrain from reporting many other significant events that happened that same day. We
can let you know, however, that the exact time his heart was taken from him, he decided to give a
finishing blow to Portuguese colonial power and rule over Angola.

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Returning to his native country of Angola, on August 31, 1974, he was carrying the independence of
Angola in his pocket. A year later, on November 11, 1975, the country of Angola gained its
independence from Portugal.

There, Where Eagles are Gathered

At this point of our narration, you might wish to ask us a question burning on your lips: "Where is he
right now?"
We leave it to the scripture to talk:
"The disciples answered and said unto him, where, Lord? And he said unto them, wherever the body
is, thither will the Eagles be gathered together"
(Luke 17: 37)
The response of Jesus in latin was "Ubicumque fuerit corpus, illuc congregabuntur et aquilae." (Luke
17: 37)
This passage or scripture gave migraine headaches to a generation of biblists because:
A: The action takes place at the time of the end;
B: Jesus speaks here about a body, His physical corpse;
C: This body or corpse is on a high mountain.
We translated the last part of Luke 17: 34, in latin because the text becomes more transparent. In
many Bibles, the title that summarizes verses 22-37 of Luke 17 is: "Jesus announces his Second
Coming."
We are now at that "time of the end;" in simple english it means our time, and not the physical
destruction of the world. In latin a possessive article is not required when the sense of the sentence
is such as it does not leave any doubt about the owner. This is the case here, so that Jesus indicated
His physical body.
Many translators have replaced the word "aquilae," "eagles," with "vultures," which seems more
logical in referring to the locale of a dead body out in open country. Nevertheless, "Aquilae" must
here be considered for its literal and allegorical meanings.
Symbolically speaking, the eagle designates a high ranking person, "someone in a high place." The
sense in which to attribute the context of this word is of a temporal, but especially spiritual, superior
rank in authority.
Eagles prefer to fly and live at high altitudes, and assemble only on high mountains. Here is what O.
Dapper wrote, a columnist of the 16th century in discovering Kongo dia Totela's capital:
"The town is placed on the most high mountain of the country, because from the port of Pinda where
we disembarked, until we reached Kongo, it took us 10 days of walk and continous climbing until we
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reached the aforementioned city, which is inside the province of Pemba. This province is located at
the center of the Kingdom and is the head of all other provinces, and the origin of the ancient
kingdoms."
The sentence from Luke can then be understood as follows, "I shall return in the flesh without the
people recognizing me; as a thief or swindler. I shall secretly carry out my mission. Once my mission
is fulfilled, I shall leave my mortal coil on a high mountain."
Durin the night of December 31st to January 1st, 1984, when the death of Simeon Toko was
announced by the media, thunderclaps of virtually seismic force and torrential rain burst the skies of
Luanda. It had not rained in this area for several years. Meteorologists were mystified. For three days
the rain fell continuously. The occurrence of this event was attributed to all the rumors surrounding
the death of this great prophet.
A certain politician was recognized as one of the toughest men surrounding Neto, the President of the
Republic of Angola. He was often called upon for delicate and confident missions. During the war for
independence, the Portuguese, whom he fought during a 14-year war for the liberation of his country,
had a good deal to say about him. His name aroused dread and awe; he led a resistance group
specializing in chopping heads with "catanas" (machetes). This man was one of President Neto's
army officers. His name was Comandante Paiva.
After hearing the news that Simeon Toko had died, Paiva rushed to where the body lay exposed for
public viewing. He fought his way through the crowd of tens of thousands of people. He was
astonished at the sight of it.
He stood looking at Simeon's body. He asked to speak. He declared "It is not true that Simeon Toko
is dead, because he is invulnerable!" To make such a public confession was blatantly incriminating.
Seven years before now, Comandante Paiva had orders to kill Simeon Toko once and for all. He told
the public that this is what he and his men had done:
He had Simeon Toko kidnapped, took him to a secret location, and once there he butchered him
methodically, like a meatpacker with an animal carcass; he severed Simeon's head, then his arms
and legs, then split his chest and abdomen apart.
He stuffed the butchered corpse into a large bag, tied the top with a string, and hid it in a certain
location. After three days, he brought helpers back to get the bag and take it to the ocean to throw to
the sharks. By now the bag had disappeared. The men began to argue about its whereabouts.
Suddenly, in the midst of their bickering about who may have moved it, a voice they described as
sounding like " the sounds of many waters" (Revelation 1: 15) overshadowed their own voices:
"WHO are you looking for? I am here!" It was Simeon Toko, in flesh and bone, alive, standing
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majestically. The men dashed away shouting "E o Deus, e o Deus!" which means "He is God, He is
God!"
Paiva's butchering had been the last time that anybody dared to touch a single hair on the head of
Simeon Toko. And now that Simeon's body lay discarded by its owner, by choice, he refused to
believe it.

Part III
Before I continue, a correction must be made. Shortly after my last segment was published here, my
good friend Pastor Melo, from whom I am getting most of the stories of Simeon Toko, arrived here in
Tucson from Paris to go over the book (again, the title: "The True Third Secret of Fatima Revealed"
and "The Truth of Christ"). We found that the bible quotations which seem to indicate Simeon Toko's
identity had suffered many bruises in translation from french to english, as well as from footnotes from
different versions of that book over the decade in which the first draft was produced.
With the assistance of a local protestant minister named Brother Godfrey Lord (who speaks in
prophetic tongues and does extremely well) , we spent a dozen hours a day making corrections. One
of us manned the computer, the other the hard-copy manuscript, and the other read aloud from one
single King James version bible, fixing every thee-and-thou and comma and period.
THE TRUE THIRD SECRET, incidentally, contains an excellent appendix which thumbnails a brief
history of the bible from its origins in the fourth century to the present. While it may be that Simeon
Toko is Christ returned, in the fashion Christ Himself related (indeed no one is required to "go to the
field," that is, to take trips to visit any individual, anywhere, said to be a Messiah), it would be
unrealistic to assert that "the Word of God" has not been altered by theologically and politically
motivated men, many times.
These, however, while a difficult editing chore, were not the most important mistakes needing repair.
Translation had obscured some of the stories of "Tio Simao ('Uncle Simon')" himself, and one such
error appeared in the excerpt I presented in the latest article. Corrected forthwith:
Simeon Toko was not in a prison, and he was not abused by prison doctors, when his heart was
removed in the horrendous vivisection related in that chapter. He was in exile, remanded by the
Portuguese government to operate a lighthouse on an island in the Azores (We don't have an
American term for this sort of forced labor, as American the penal system operates differently). A
Portuguese doctor had been reading
records about Toko's alleged "invincibility," and invited several doctors from around Europe to

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perform the exploratory murder attempt along with him. Toko was taken to a local civilian hospital for
this adventure, behind the guise of an excuse.
If there are medical records available to confirm this event independently, I do not have them now. I
would like to see them. All of us involved with this project, here in the states, consider ourselves
"doubting Thomases," to say the least. Yet the stories of witnesses and followers has kept our
fascination.
Pastor Melo has also had his doubts and wonders and expresses them freely; nevertheless, he
pursues his journey for "Tio Simao" with the particular innocence of a man who independently follows
his inner visions, whatever they may be. Indeed it was a powerful psychic vision in 1983, which
occurred in dream states over a period of days, that impelled him to begin writing the book. This
highly charged episode of inner communication was his first such experience; until then, he was a not
untypical African expatriate, scrambling to make a living in Europe for which there were no
opportunities at home.
Those who met Pastor Melo at an impromptu meeting last April (he'll be back) might confirm with me
that he appears to be a perfectly ordinary, friendly man, not some wild-haired raving religious lunatic.
Nor do his
eyes glow; and if he has a halo, we didn't see one.
A pleasant-looking 45-year-old Parisian, with an easy natural warmth, modestly dressed, Pastor Melo
started a little uncertainly with the eleven people who had gathered as a result of the EMERGING
AWARENESS article; he repeated the story of the Fatima miracle of 1917 to those who had never
heard of it (the event remains a major issue among Catholics throughout "the third world.")
As the evening wore on, Melo found himself relaxing in friendly company; he was quite surprised to
learn what these Americans "already know." He hadn't expected Americans to be amenable to the
possibility, that, for
instance, the most ancient Egyptians were largely a black race, or that much of the lore and artwork
regarding biblical characters who were originally black had been altered by the Vatican over the
centuries. He was also surprised to see that nearly everyone had come prepared with notebooks to
note down what he would have to say.
The guests were open and frank and did express their beliefs quite ably for themselves. But I sat
asking myself, "how is it a group of people have gathered over, basically, the news that a man has
been murdered and
returned to life again?" And as one of the guests, who also had an interest in the significance of

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numbers, pointed out, 12 people were present, the number of Christ's apostles, as well as the number
of people in Simeon Toko's first choir, where all the Divine Trouble began in the first place.
Leaning a bit on the good humor I would expect of a man who knows how to get people to kill him so
he can come back to life, I'm going to personalize the tone of my essay further, for now.
As I worked along on this project, I had to ask myself daily, "do I believe any of this?" One evening I
took a break, and took a walk, pondering what I myself had just typed about some African man: killed
multiple times, resurrected Himself each time. How could anyone still believe such a thing? Could
such a man be real? If it is, then what I'd been imagining of him as I wrote along would amount to a
communication, as, after all, God hears Everything. I wondered if this man, with his "special powers,"
could send signs, and so on, as Christ legendarily
did.
Within moments of that thought I saw a young man killed before my eyes, struck by a car in an act of
negligence that was horrifying to see. I heard the sound of a human head cracking on the pavement
from about 12
yards away. I will not describe more of what I saw, although I will for a public prosecutor; but I might
be unable to describe my shock. I had seen deaths before, but there is no describing the feeling when
someone innocent, and presumably unprepared for death, is violated this way. If there ever was a
meaning to the word "unspeakable," this would be it.
The young man's body lay motionless in the middle of the busy street, like a discarded marionette; a
small group of people surrounded him to prevent any more ravaging from negligent drivers who still
whizzed by, perhaps more concerned that something was obstructing whatever errands they were
running. The police and the paramedics finally appeared, and I watched the paramedics cover over
his mangled face. I walked away
feeling terrible about the young man: I regretted whatever past had led to such a harsh and insulting
end
to his life. He looked my son's age, and this made the scene more poignant.
When I called the police the following morning to leave my number as a witness, I learned that the
young man had lived through the night, and was expected to live. What was a terrible blazing of
despair before my
eyes the evening before, was suddenly a fabulous blaze of hope, coming to me through my
telephone. I never imagined that I would have felt this exultant at news of a young stranger who
seemed to have died before my
eyes, then revived. Psychologically, I had witnessed a man killed who returned to life.
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I don't think that Simeon Toko "sends signs" so harsh as to kill people before one's eyes as a
philosophical lesson. Nor do I think that the "special powers" credited anyone said to be divine
include the power of
life-and-death over anyone but themselves, and the wisdom not to begrudge others the same. Yet,
as remarked in THE THIRD SECRET, "A coincidence is God trying to pass by unnoticed."
All of us die and return from the dead, all the time. Perhaps Christ is a great Shaman, who reappears
every so often to keep us reminded when most needed.

On the Trail of the Wild Messiah

A followup to the Simeon Toko Story
Tom Dark
"Upon the clouds, cometh the son of Man, in His power and glory"
Can it be said that there is one human being, who acts as a sort of nerve center of all the hopes and
fears and potentialities of humanity? An individual with a soul so expansive, so filled with the energy
and knowledge of the ages, that it unites all the souls of all the individuals of the planet into Himself?
Of course many people will reply "yes" with an exclamation point, and perhaps slap a pamphlet in
your hand complete with picture and Wise Sayings attributed to Him.
There are quite a few of Him. Last February (2000) a book came into my hands seriously in need of
rewriting, which purported to tell the story of one Simeon Toko, whom many Africans believe is Christ
returned. I decided to do what independent research I could do on the matter, write an article about it,
send it across the internet, and see what happened. At this writing, two or three months after the
publication of the article in Nexus Magazine, I am still receiving phone calls and e-mails about it. Here
follow a few reader reactions to my "African Avatars and the Secret of Fatima" story, Nexus
magazine, August/September 2001:
A woman left this message on my answering machine (30 September, 2001):
"I'd like to talk to you... I think a few years back coming back from a trip down south, I saw... in
the clouds... a silhouette in the clouds... at first I thought it should be a Egyptian face, but it
didn't look like that... just now I was reading the article in Nexus... [the face in the clouds]
looked just like Simeon Toko... it would be nice to talk to you..."

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Others who had read the Nexus article had called me from around the globe: scholars and merchants
and people from ordinary walks of life; the excitement in most of the voices was unconcealed. All felt
a strangely compelling interest in the strange story I'd written, which, just as strangely, Nexus had
accepted for publication.
After reading the Nexus article, a medical doctor in Arizona dreamed that Simeon Toko had spirited
him off to Angola -- for this, he decided to take a trip to Angola to visit the sites showed him in the
dream; a housewife in Michigan dreamed an epic dream of a tall, homely black man (my article didn't
mention that Simeon Toko was exceptionally tall); an Australian couple remembered awaking a
couple years ago to see a tall, homely-looking black man standing and looking at them in the middle
of the night; a Protestant Minister from Canada saw Simeon Toko standing in his back yard, and now
wondered if he hadn't gone crazy;
A fragile 83 year old woman, voice as twittery as a bird's, came to my little apartment to discuss this
article. She sat down gingerly on the swivel chair I offered her, and explained to me that there are 9
Christs on our planet at any given time, and Simeon Toko is one of them.
Then she explained that higher beings from the planet Venus were sending rays to enlighten the
nervous systems of all who were open to this remote-controlled therapy. She learned this in a class
she was taking.
She then asked me to put my two hands together and hold my fingers forward. Sure enough, as she
suspected, my index fingers are identically curved. This means that I am one of the Elect of God, one
of the 144,000. I believe Pastor Melo, the main author of the book, had told me the same, in one of
his first letters to me.
Then the old darling showed me a nasty scar which had healed on her left upper arm. She explained
that the CIA had loosened the pinions of her porch roof last year, and it fell in while she was standing
under it.
She assured me that the CIA and the FBI both are out to destroy all religion; they'd rough up an 83year-old woman to achieve those ends. They know who the Elect are and where they live. They tried
to get her -- but us Elect are meaner than any mere collapsing roof.
I don't know if I like being one of the Elect. Obviously, it's an important enough position to get CIA
men crawling around invisibly in your woodwork, but the reward -- getting to bow up and down day
and night for all eternity before a big faceless Light (capital "L") -- doesn't sound much better than the
punishment for unrepentant sinning, which is to swim around aimlessly in a huge lake of fire with
everybody else, also for all eternity. So describeth the book of Revelation.

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Another woman, a government worker, came dressed properly and speaking rationally, to tell me that
she had heard Pastor Melo speak in Himmel Park, here in Tucson, Arizona, the previous Sunday at
the end of August. She decided that Simeon Toko indeed must be Christ -- or more properly,
"Christed." One of the Ascended Masters has revealed Himself to the world at large, for divine
purposes. She did not wish to join the Tokoist church.
Dear Readers will forgive me if I have this wrong; I understood her to mean that one is Christed with
Divine powers, to raise the consciousness of all the peoples of the earth -- or at least be available
telepathically from some exalted hiding place for those who believe it so.
Of the dozens of letters I received about the article, only a single one was negative. A South African
man warned me that these people were nothing but communists who practiced witchcraft, up to
trickery. His letter seemed as crazy as any of those willing to "believe," having merely read a story.
While he was here staying with me, Pastor Melo told me one of Simeon Toko's sayings: "Everybody I
attract is crazy. I'm crazy, you're crazy -- but everyone else is even crazier." Perhaps a thousand
years from now, the Tio Toko Tabernacle Choir -- the greatest choir ever assembled by man -- will
ring out with combined voices of the most majestic singers mankind has ever heard. The Holy Spirit
will be upon them, just as it was on that July night in 1949. They will resound, echoing from the Vaults
of Heaven in Holy Jubilation:
I'm Crazy
You're Crazy
Everyone else is Even Crazier!
Pastor Melo tells me that Simeon Toko in his lifetime had a profound sense of humor. Toko insisted
that no one call him "Papa" or "Father. He said that the world had had enough of that sort of thing,
and so if they had to give him any such title, to call him "Tio" -- "Uncle," in Portuguese.
Tio said he will be returning; in historical terms, he should be returning pretty soon. He mercifully
made his wife mute before he died, Pastor Melo says, and said that she would speak again to
indicate when he had returned. His wife is now past age seventy. Simeon Toko left a wife and two
daughters.

There, Where Eagles Gather

A young Angolan Tokoist named Avelino told me that he was present to hear Tio give his farewell
speech, a week before his death, in 1984. Some thousands were present, listening intently. He said
that Simeon Toko pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and told the crowd to do the same. He
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said "when a sparrow is about to leave a branch, he gives it a little shake to say goodbye and thank it
for its support." Holding out his handkerchief, he said "I will now shake my branch like the sparrow. I
would like you all to shake your handkerchiefs with me." The crowd did that, and a week later, Tio
died.
The newspapers announced that Simeon Toko, 66, died of heart failure. His body remains undecayed
and intact, they say, in the fashion of Paramahansa Yogananda and other holy men, high on a
Mountain in Angola.

Unless Ye See Signs and Wonders, Ye Shall Not Believe

Come on. Somebody REALLY got chopped to pieces and pulled himself together, four different
times? Got killed by unbelievers, then came back to life? Well, Tio himself was fond of saying "what's
happened before will happen again."
Next thing you'll try to tell me is that this already happened two thousand years ago. The "Christed"
Jesus bin Nazareth was insulted and beaten and tortured, nailed to a cross, poked through the chest
with an iron rod, dumped in a heap in a tomb, and then rose from the dead, flying up into the sky, 40
days later.
That's quite a story. Is it possible? By strange coincidence, I happened to beat my dog to death not
too long ago -- even though I knew it had done nothing wrong. I was jealous of its gentle wisdom and
supernatural powers. This morning I noticed it had dug its way out of the compost heap and was
flying around the yard. I've been ignoring it, since I'm sure it's only trying to make me feel guilty. If I
give in, I know next it will want money. Maybe a dog that brought itself back to life doesn't any need of
my money, but experience shows his appointed representatives may want a lot of it. (Note: this
sardonicism is, of course, entirely fictitious. The author is very fond of dogs and does not even
advocate hitting animals. Plus, if Christ Himself can't take a joke, we're doomed beyond recognition.)
The scholar Acharya S has thoroughly detailed in a book called THE CHRIST CONSPIRACY that
before Simeon Toko, and before Jesus Christ, civilisation had long been paved with stories of godhumans Who died, came back to life, and offered eternal life to believers through their graces.
If mankind as a species were less literal-minded, this would not be scandalous news, entertained
solely by an embittered intellectual elite. Most people with a little ancient history in their reading can
name a few of these human-gods. Dionysus and Mithra and Osiris and Hercules and Persephone
come to mind. People believed that these were human beings, whatever else they were, who were
killed and returned to life. Were they all fakes?

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Acharya S homes in on the story of the Egyptian God-Man Horus, the Son of Man, born of Ra. He
was called "KRST," or "Christ" in modern english. Some uncertain long time before Jesus, Horus was
born of a virgin of a royal house; he had a token earthly father named Joseph (in Egyptian, "Seb"); he
confounded the elders with his wisdom as a boy; Horus raised Lazarus ("El-Azarus") from the dead,
multiplied loaves and fishes for the multitudes, preached 8 Beatitudes from a Mount, was crucified,
died, and was buried.
Horus rose again in 3 days, and after a bit, took his seat at the right hand of Ra, from there to judge
the living and the dead. Forever and ever, amen.
"Amen" isn't even a Christian word. Nor is it latin or greek or even hebrew. It's the name of the chief
Egyptian god, aka Ammon; all Christians living and deceased, have unwittingly been giving lip service
to the Egyptian Alpha and Omega, Ammon, for two thousand years. Amen or Ammon was known
also in the ancient world as the planet Jupiter. The ancients, obviously, could see that planet in ways
we now can not.
The idea that the dead can return to life is not new to us through operating-table accidents of the past
century. The Egyptians left instructions on how to bring them back; they also provided tips on how to
fend off an entire armada, just by dreaming it away (Budge, EGYPTIAN MAGIC).
Acharya S and those of her school -- which may go back in history as far as the myths do -- dismiss
the entire thing as a myth, a raft of delusion floating on a sea of fabrication already several thousand
years deep. I wrote to inform her that once again, in our time, stories werespreading from obscure
parts of the world (as was Jerusalem) of men performing great miracles, speaking memorable
epigrams, and physically returning from the dead before the eyes of witnesses. She did not respond
to my inquiry.
Simeon Toko willed an ocean-going ship into a port, witnessed by the some-thousand passengers on
it. The captain had refused to stop in that port, so "Tio" simply made it sail there by itself. Most of
those passengers must still be alive, and some must be willing to testify about it. Acharya S might call
this a "myth," if kindly.
The problem is the word "myth." A myth is a thing that never happened. Facts exist, myths do not.
Case closed.
In so doing, scientists throw out their own baby with the bathwater. Many scientific disciplines have
similarly misty origins. Chemistry, as we learn in elementary school, originated with alchemy, with its
incantations, magic, and intent to transform elements -- not so much water into wine as lead into gold.
Cyclotrons have finally done this trick, but not very well. For another instance, Isaac Newton believed
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that gravity came from God. We bolstered his belief and studies with a patchwork of revisions to
make the movements of our rockets and satellites predictable to our ken.
And as with Christianity, evolutionary theory began with testimony, not proof. Darwin looked at rock
pigeons and fossils and testified loudly to the "truth" that they were related by descendancy, no
differently than his celebrity bible-beating father testified to the Crucifixion. "Darwinism" captured the
imaginations of millions in a surprisingly short time, and re-set the course of science and society.
Since then, science has spent a great part of its history seeking proofs for Darwin's ideas and
garnering funds and political influence. Is that not the same process that unfolded from the events
described, true or false, in the New Testament? The only difference in the final analysis may be in
funny hats.
The idea that an ordered universe appeared due to random bumpings of inanimate objects over
billions of years, or that every few million years a fruit fly would accidentally grow a wing that seemed,
coincidentally, to work, is as ridiculous as any. It's a myth.
Acharya S points out, rightly, that the Christ myths by whatever name center around healing. This is
how the story of Simeon Toko began, with the healing and raising from the dead of hundreds, if not
thousands of people, by his claimed prophet, Simon Kimbangu, in 1921 (Pastor Melo says that
Kimbangu wrote in a private letter to his sister that "when you see a young man from northern Angola
doing as I did, you will know he is the one.")
With this in mind, and with this risen Son of Man named Simeon Toko in mind, I asked Pastor Melo -who has been called Simeon Toko's "special messenger" -- to do me a favor.
Beth is a beautiful young woman who lives in Ohio. She suffers from a serious brain ailment that
keeps her in almost constant pain. She says that she is a believing Christian. Therefore, I asked
Pastor Melo if he would sign a copy of the book I had to send her, and if he would pray for her, to see
if this would help her pain, or help her with some kind of healing.
Very kindly, he agreed. Pastor Melo asked for a few moments alone, to pray for Beth and consider
what to write to her, on the inspiration of Tio.
I stepped outside into the yard, under the evening sky. Without intending so, I glimpsed Pastor Melo
praying in my lighted room, through the window. His eyes were turned upward. His face had the
greatest expression of sincerity. It was beautiful sight to see a man so totally engrossed in his prayer,
as solid and unmoving as a mountain. Quickly, I turned away to leave him entirely to his privacy,
wondering if Beth wasn't effecting a full healing at that very moment, two thousand miles away,
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Finally, Pastor Melo inscribed the book for her, using a quote from Isaiah, and let me know he was
finished. I sent the book off to Beth.
Weeks went by, and I hadn't heard from Beth. I sent her an e-mail asking how she was. Perhaps she
had effected such a cure that she'd scampered off to live a normal twenty-one year-old's life, and
forgot all about me and Pastor Melo and Simeon Toko. Shortly I got a reply:
"I am so sorry for my absence. I have broken my leg and ankle so badly I won't be on it for 4-6
months if I am lucky. So needless to say I haven't had a chance to read anything but the inscriptions
my mother and
I have both absolutely loved. I am having the worst evening I have had in ages and just want the hell
out of my house but don't have the freedom to go anywhere at all for the next 4 months."
No change in the brain ailment, either.
Not good news.

Wars and rumors of war

The philosophical questions of science and religion are the same: who are we, what is life, and where
does it all come from? These are wearying questions in some time periods, and highly energizing in
others. They become most important when life and happiness seem most impossible.
In Angola, where 250,000 Tokoists were claimed to have gathered in Luanda in celebration of
Simeon Toko's 1949 convocation of the Holy Spirit last July, war continues. The atrocities Simeon
Toko's supernatural story symbolizes continue.
At this writing, the United States government is bombing a defenseless Afghanistan with its high tech
air force in a "crusade" against presumed Islamic terrorists -- and whatever innocent civilians happen
to be in the way. Even so, America's Angolan Ambassador, Christopher Dell, claims that the decades
old Angolan conflict "is making increasingly less sense."
Diamonds and oil make Angola potentially the richest country in Africa. Angola supplies 13% of U.S.
oil needs. An estimated $1 million in rough diamonds are smuggled out of Angola daily to help
support warring activity, which has indiscriminately killed at least .5 million and displaced over 4
million poverty-stricken people since 1975. Despite this behavior, the Luandan government and
official Angolan editorials seem to hope for American planes to come bomb their own rebels,
increasing the agony.
So, for many, life and happiness seem impossible in present day Angola.
Churches remain deeply involved in this conflict. Bishop Francisco de Mata Mourisca, the head of the
Angolan Catholic peace movement, sees great contradictions in the warring factions claiming to wish
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peace (The Daily Trust [Abuja] October 1, 2001). Catholic Bishops are being awarded prestigious
peace prizes for their efforts.
Elsewhere, a Catholic monk named Brother Juno of Jesus wrote an allegedly true story, published in
June 2001 (http://www.crc-internet.org/june1.htm). In it he characterized African Christians as
"baptized negroes," and warned that the rest were "pagans," given to "laziness and ferocity." He
wrote that a missionary named Father Lazzaro de Sacerdo was martyred by Tokoists. "Filled with fury
and under the influence of alcohol," they tied this Catholic missionary to a stake and danced around
him with machetes, cutting him into little chunks in a display of wanton savagery.
Brother Juno claims that the true third secret of Fatima refers to the the alleged dismemberment of a
saintly Catholic missionary by drunken "baptized negroes" who had turned to communism and
Simeon Toko.
As we know, the Tokoists contend the true Third Secret of Fatima refers to the return of Christ, whom
they say is Simeon Toko. The Church Toko founded is called The Church of Jesus Christ in the
World. Members aren't allowed to drink or smoke or engage in extramarital sex. Polygamy is also
forbidden. They are pacifists, and certainly aren't communists, as Toko himself did not approve of the
"godlessness" of communism. The Tokoists' main activity is to set up church choirs to sing inspired
hymns, as Simeon Toko did, in 1949.
(Pastor Melo brought me a recording of his own small tabernacle choir. They sing quite beautifully.
Some of the songs were written by Toko himself, and others came to various members
spontaneously through "inspiration of the Holy Spirit." All of them are songs of praise of Jesus Christ,
or chronicles of the story of Simeon Toko.)
The Tokoists hope, if eagerly, that the Pope will at last reveal the true Third Secret of Fatima, and
they prophesy that Lucia dos Santos will not die until the true secret is finally revealed. As Lucy is
now 95, we may not have long to wait to see the efficacy of this prophecy.
Between the peace-prize gathering Catholic Bishops, the horrendous tale by their own brother Juno
of Jesus, and the Tokoists I have met personally, something isn't quite right here.
Contradictory religious beliefs are a factor in the war of "less and less sense" in Angola. Although it's
currently called a 26-year war, it's so that the spate of mass murder has been going on since the
famous prophet Simon Kimbangu was condemned to death by a Catholic priest, heading a military
tribunal, in 1921.
The Catholic Church is a "respected social force" in Angola. It is the dominant religion in a country
where religion is subject to government approval. Perusing almanacs, one finds that Angola is
claimed to be as high as ninety-seven percent Catholic. This unlikely figure is put down to about 70
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percent in other almanacs. The Kimbanguist Christian church, which was finally approved by the
government after members agreed to stop their un-Vaticanly celebrations of dancing and singing
according to inspirations from the Holy Spirit, is said to number at about 7 million. It is difficult to
determine how many Tokoists there are. As one Nexus correspondent who had lived in Angola 20
years wrote, "there could be lots of them and the police would be keeping it a secret."
What could compel the psychological and political influence of the Vatican away so well as the return
of Christ Himself? "Give me back my heart," Simeon Toko-Christ demanded of the European doctors,
who cut it out of his chest for themselves. True or false, Simeon Toko's life represents the tribulations
of Africa at the hands of Western culture and economics.
I'm Crazy, You're Crazy, Everyone Else is Crazier
I asked three psychologists what they thought of all this. One, a specialist in teen drug abuse in
Vermont, copped out with a "good for them!" The next, from Berkeley, California, snubbed the whole
idea, writing "I couldn't care less if Jesus Christ were walking the planet today. It is the Christ that
lives in your heart that matters." A native European, he opined that the claims of persecution of
African natives were "self-serving."
Dr. Jan Merta is a multi-talented Canadian psychologist who has been investigating various
paranormal phenomena for many years. He is of the opinion that an extraordinary claims call for an
extraordinary proof.
I asked Dr. Merta if there is such a thing as mass schizophrenia. It is more or less common amateur's
knowledge that an individual who has, for example, been grossly mistreated in childhood, can
develop multiple or "split" personalities; some schizophrenic "alter-egoes" can seem to be of the order
of a superhero -- representing, perhaps, the sense of power that was beaten out of the individual by
cruel parents. He replied:
"So far all the evidence presented seems to be hearsay. Given the fact that supposedly multitudes
of people saw Simeon Toko's manifestations, and since thousands must be still living, sworn
testimonials from a large number of first-hand witnesses would go far in supporting these
extraordinary claims. However, certain types of mass hysteria, or on an individual basis in some
cases, even schizophrenia could not be ruled out. For me, for now, the case is in the open."
What is most easily verified is that for 80 years, the peoples of central Africa have been battered by
persecutions of all kinds from foreign influences, as well as among themselves.
I proposed a scenario to Dr. Merta which I had learned from the books by Jane Roberts, usually
referred to as the Seth material. This excerpt is from THE WAY TOWARD HEALTH:
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"One of the most rare and extraordinary developments that can occur in schizophrenic behavior
is the construction of a seeming superbeing of remarkable power -- one who is able to convince
other people of his divinity.
"Most such instances historically have involved males, who claim to have the powers of
clairvoyance, prophecy, and omnipotence. Obviously, then, the affected individual was thought
to be speaking for God when he gave orders or directives. We are dealing with "god-making" or
"religionmaking" -- whichever you prefer.
"In almost all such instances, discipline is taught to believers through the inducement of fear.
Put very loosely, the dogma says that you must love God or he will destroy you. The most
unbelievable aspects of such dogma should, it seems, make them very easy to see through. In
many cases, however, the more preposterous the legends or dogmas, the more acceptable they
become. In some strange fashion followers believe such stories to be true because they are not
true. The inceptions of almost all religions have been involved one way or another with these
schizophrenic episodes."
(THE WAY TOWARD HEALTH, p. 306, copyright 1997, Robert F. Butts, Amber-Allen Publishing)

Whether Horus, Mithra, Krishna, Christ, or Simeon Toko existed (the various photographs and
documents of Tio notwithstanding), they were men around whom legends grew of unrealistic
superpowers. They appeared during times of tremendous social and political stress, built into their
legends.
Christianity still spreads fear with the threat of eternal punishment even for seemingly small
misdeeds. Devout Catholics are still held up to the "ideal" of martyrdom ("All Christians must undergo
a degree of martyrdom," writes Brother Juno de Jesus). Tokoist vates -- the church prophets,
speaking for Simeon Toko -- have warned of deadly supernatural consequences to its erring
members, but that's another story, for another time.
Few who study it would deny that the times are ripe for a Messiah. There seem to be many
candidates, from the small-time religious psychotic Jim Jones, to the rafts of Hindu gurus from India,
to the mysterious Maitreya of theosophical foretelling, said to be now living in secret in London.
Simeon Toko is the first among this raft of candidates to stand up to meticulous interpretations of
biblical prophecy. Even the famous "like lightning from east to west" line, thought to mean that Christ
appears somehow in a perpetual abstract, is covered by the Tokoists: the appearance of the Virgin at
Fatima was preceded by lightning, flashing east to west every time. She was announcing his birth,
which occurred 9 months after her initial appearance. Who is he, really?
Historically, there is no doubt that there have been many Christs -- that is, great speakers around
whom legends and civilizations have formed, with vast schools and fashions of thinking and
expression. Do they "appear" only when mankind begins to go dangerously crazy? When men
become most prone to forcing each other into ideologies? When the subjective value of "meaning"
itself is overriden by rule of law and seeming practical necessity?
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What has subjective meaning in life can not be entirely detailed in any holy book of any size. We
learn from history that Christs or Messiahs or Avatars, despite their once-and-for-all "eternal"
messages, do grow old and die, in a sense, as their words and the stories of their dramas no longer
capture the imaginations of the peoples they intended to unite.
No one who has the unqualified experience of it can deny the existence of telepathy, or of
spontaneous bodily healing, or of seemingly miraculous "coincidences" of events which seemed to
solve otherwise unsolvable problems. The empirical methods of science are of little use in "proving"
such events; the more "scientismists" poo-poo it, the more the credibility of institutional science
erodes. The more religious institutions rely on materialistic scientific data for its rationalizations, and
sheer social motivation for its activities, the more it, too, erodes. People simply move away from it.
The universe each individual perceives does not come through microscopes or telescopes or
imaginings based on dried-out externalized dogma. There is always a forced quality to the
expressions of those who attempt to believe "the Truth," at the expense of the spontaneous sense of
individual being. Yet mankind seems to have a built-in need to believe things in common, while at the
same time experiencing a subjective sense of individual uniqueness to each moment.
Perhaps, then, a hero appears periodically on demand for all, who seems to contain in full form the
same potentials a human being senses within himself to whatever degree, with no other
accoutrement than his own
flesh through which these potentials may play. In any case, this story is far from over.

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