The
story of the invisible boy is true. It is a story to which I was intimately related.
It is about a young Filipino boy who was tormented by an alien entity for
more than a year. |
This
spirit would cause him to disappear from a classroom at school or from his home.
Cornelio’s father would nail the doors and windows shut, but Cornelio did not
need natural openings to get in and out of the house. |
Because
of his disappearing from the classroom, the boy’s school teacher had a
nervous breakdown and never recuperated sufficiently to teach again. I have
personally talked to her and Cornelio’s parents. I also visited Cornelio’s
home. I hired people to check out the validity of this story, including
policemen who took signed affidavits about it. We investigated the whole
matter very carefully. We didn’t want the slightest possibility of falsehood
or misrepresentation in it, because we made a film of it. It is surely one of
the most well-documented cases in our files. |
It
is interesting to note that a religious leader, Rev. H. A. Baker, traveled
from the |
He
went on to state: ‘No doubt, this is the greatest miracle outside of the Bible,
and as great as any miracle in the Bible’. |
Mr.
Closa, Cornelio’s father and a retired U. S. Navy man, told me: ‘The first
time I noticed something wrong with Cornelio he stayed out late from school.
When he came home, he looked troubled and silent. |
‘When
I asked for an explanation of where he had been and who was with him, he
would not answer. When I insisted, he growled at me. I took hold of him, but
he struggled against my hold and I had to let him go. Then I realized that my
son was not himself. He was fighting me for the first time. |
It
hurt me because Cornelio had not been a particularly affectionate child. He
not only resisted me, but I remember he snarled at me like an animal. I was
at a complete loss. I did not know what was happening to Cornelio’. |
This
all happened when Cornelio was about 13 years old. Cornelio’s mother
remembers: ‘With every passing day Cornelio became less manageable. I tried
everything. I was kind to him. I tried being harsh with him. All I knew was
that I had lost control of him. I thought probably it was the bad company he
was keeping, so I decided to practically imprison him at home. Cornelio
refused to study his lessons. He would sit in one corner of his room, alone,
brooding. He would just sit there staring at his plate, refusing to eat. |
One
evening Cornelio looked particularly flushed and sick. With the doors and
windows locked in the house, Cornelio vanished into thin air, right before my
eyes! I was horrified!’ |
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How it started |
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Cornelio
and a friend were walking home one afternoon cutting across a large open
space. Suddenly Cornelio stopped. His eyes were bulging out of their sockets.
He was pointing ahead. He said: ‘See the girl in a long white dress? She is
beautiful. She is calling me’. Cornelio left his friend and walked forward.
Suddenly his friend saw Cornelio disappear from sight. The frightened boy ran
home. |
‘Cornelio
began to cause disturbances in school’, his teacher told me. ‘The strange thing
about these fights was that Cornelio, as small as he was, would take on three
or four boys larger than himself and together the larger boys could not hold
him down. He had superhuman strength. |
A
few days later, I called him to the front of the class to give the lesson. He
went to the blackboard, stood there for a few moments, and then simply
evaporated’. |
His
teacher continued: ‘I was terribly affected by these happenings in my class.
I decided before I lost my mind completely, I should resign. I remember how
the chain of events made Cornelio laugh and laugh. It was a hideous kind of
laugh. It didn’t belong to a boy. In fact, it didn’t belong to a human
being’. |
Cornelio
said: ‘Sleep for me was almost impossible. I was never left to myself. I would
perspire profusely. It seemed as if my clothes were burning. Then if I would
open my eyes, there would be the face of my friend, looking at me, beckoning
me to follow her. Every time her hands touched me I would feel as if I were
floating on air. Then I would be gone from home for days. I could not explain
to my family just what was wrong. The girl made me promise I would not tell.
I just felt tremendous heat in my body. |
Whenever
anyone, and that included my parents, spoke to me I would answer rudely or
shout. I did not want to snarl, but I could not help myself. If my father
punished me, I would fight back. I knew I was displeasing him, but I did not
seem to care. |
When
no one bothered with me in the house, I would just sit and wait. I did not know
why, but I was just waiting for the girl. Many times we would go to the
movies and I knew no one could see us. |
Some
other times we would eat at restaurants, and when the time came to have to
pay, we would conveniently disappear. |
When
I was sure no one could see me, I would hide my father’s glasses. Without his
glasses, my father could not see his hand in front of his eyes. When my
parents looked hard enough, they would find their things in the oddest
places. When father found his glasses on the transom, he also found his
slippers which I had hidden more than a week before. |
With
all the traveling that I was doing, I suppose we became very hungry. In the
morning the family would find the refrigerator absolutely empty. This was not
helping my father’s blood pressure. They were sure their invisible boy had
been there because the table had been set for two. |
Once
my parents forgave me, but then I began stealing money from them. I began taking
money from neighbors, even strangers. If I was caught, I fought back. |
I
was becoming sickly and pale. I was hungry but I could no longer eat. I would
put food in my mouth and I would spit it out. I began breaking dishes and
glasses. I wanted to break and smash anything I touched. I knew father was at
his wit’s end. He tried talking to me once more, but I refused to answer. I
pretended to be feeling ill. Then I leaped suddenly in a wild, uncontrolled
manner. Father thought I was insane, so he took me to the mental hospital for
a check-up. |
We
baffled the people at the hospital. The doctors were kind; but while they
talked to me about being a good boy, I don’t think I was listening. |
Next,
father brought me to the correctional institution for juvenile delinquents.
Here, I immediately caused trouble. I fought everyone, even the officials.
Because of my violent temper, I was often roped to my bed. |
Finally
I was returned to my home. My parents seemed to have resigned themselves to
living with a monster’. |
This
went on for one entire year, with the situation becoming worse and worse. The
parents told me that the whole family would be in the front room of their home
and their children would be down on the floor playing. Suddenly, with
everybody looking, Cornelio would just disappear. The other children would
start coughing and vomiting because of the stench that he would leave behind.
When he disappeared, he might be gone for two days or more. Then he might
just appear again in bed asleep. He would come in the house without using
windows or doors. He would just suddenly be there. |
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A ray of hope |
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‘A
ray of hope dawned’, says Cornelio, ‘when a Methodist pastor came to see my
father on business and stayed for lunch. It gave my father a chance to ask
him how I could be helped with my problem. The pastor took a long look at me,
and I scowled at him. I was sure my father was very displeased at the way I
was behaving in front of his friend. |
I
could hear evil laughter outside the house. It was the alien entity. It was
the voice of the girl saying I should run away. The pastor told my father he
knew someone who would help me, someone who had helped others. He said I
needed help badly and that I had to be prayed for immediately. He told me the
devil himself was in my body. |
My
parents brought me to church to see Lester Sumrall. The pastor met us there.
I was very uncomfortable and wanted to run away. |
The
girl made her appearance just outside the church door. She looked different,
not pretty anymore, she looked ugly. When she motioned to me, I hid my face. I
looked again and she had transformed into something positively horrible and
she did not look like a girl, or a woman. |
Reverend
Sumrall spoke to the Methodist minister and asked: ‘Pastor, what’s wrong with
this boy?’ |
The
pastor said: ‘He runs away and disappears’. |
‘Well,
when I was a boy, I used to run away too, but I got a spanking for it’. |
‘He’s
different’, the pastor responded, ‘He may disappear right out of my hands’. |
‘Then
it’s the devil’s power’, Reverend Sumrall said. ‘I will pray for him’. |
‘Lord
Jesus, we plead Thy holy blood. We command the devil to come out of him. We
break the devil’s power that this devil can get him no more. May he be
surrounded with the blood of Jesus Christ. Be free in Jesus Christ’s Name. I
believe it. Amen’. |
Then
Reverend Sumrall said to me: ‘Look up here. Smile. May Christ’s blood
surround you. The spirit cannot make you disappear again as long as you
live’. |
I
felt cleansed, purified, and my body was mine again. I joined my parents. And
as the song in church rose in glory, I took my place with the people. |
Reverend
Sumrall reminded me that there was truly much to be thankful for. I had been in
the house of the devil and enslaved to him. Through his help, Jesus Christ
and all His power had made me whole and good again. By the blood of Jesus
Christ, by His power without measure and without end, He had saved me from
eternal damnation’. |
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Conclusion |
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This
was Cornelio’s witness and testimony. But this is not the end of the story. I
always follow up situations like this. I never leave such people on their own
after their deliverance. If you do that, you will lose the battle for sure. |
The
next day I took a pastor with me and we went to the boy’s home. We looked at
Cornelio. He had not disappeared again. He never did disappear again. We
prayed over him once more. |
Even
though he was just a youngster of 13 or 14, I began to teach him about God. I
read to him in the Bible where people were delivered from demon power by the
power of God. I told him the thing that had possessed him was nothing but a
demon. |
He
said: ‘I believe it now because I saw her face. Otherwise I thought she was an angel. But when I saw
her face the last time, it was so demonic, so angry, so hateful. I was so
afraid I even put my hands up in front of my face that I might not see her
again’. |
I
talked to the parents. I got them down on their knees. They came through to a
beautiful and wonderful salvation. After that they never left our church but
worshipped with us all the time. |
The
boy grew up to be a man in that Christian home. The thing never did torment
him again. |
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From:
Lester Sumrall, Alien Entities. A look
behind the door to the spirit realm, printed in the |