 I took a contract teaching in Micronesia. Specifically, Chuk Island. I was part of the volunteer group that was deployed there. While I was teaching, we decided to hike up some mountains and take some pictures while atop a couple of the peaks. One of the mountains specifically that we heard of was Octopus Mountain. It's called Toracea. The locals have told us that that mountain was not some place that we should hike. It was a place that we should stay away from. We asked a couple of locals why and they told us that it was simply a sacred place. We minded our own business. We kind of went along and we decided that we could just be ourselves and we didn't think of it much until we descended from the mountain. Once we climbed down, I felt something in my leg and I decided that it was something serious. So we stopped in at one of our friend's house and we came in. We sat down for a few minutes. After that, I had to get up and I realized that I couldn't get up because of my leg. My leg was swollen. The next day, I woke up with a really swollen knee. It was about the size of a softball. I had to be admitted into the hospital. For a month, I had treatment. I couldn't stand up. I couldn't walk around. I had to lay in bed and just wait it out. I had to have an operation for the knee to be drained and that caused a lot more pain also. We didn't think much of it. We just thought that it was a hiker's injury. Anything could have happened. We finished the semester. We decided to take a trip out to a neighboring island of Pompeii. We were invited on New Year's to a local's house. We were given the opportunity to participate in the tasting of the Sakao. Sakao is a hallucinogenic drink that is normally offered to younger generations of boys in order to ritually make it into manhood. It is a psychoactive drink that has an effect of dreaminess. After having Sakao, we were all having fun. We were enjoying ourselves. We were going back to our islands shortly after going back home. About a week into teaching again, I had started losing appetite for food. It became really repulsive to me. It became something strange. Starving myself, I almost stopped drinking. I was suspended from school. I was basically told to stay home until I got better. I didn't understand what was going on. I just continued not eating unexplainably. I had to be sent home to seek treatment in the States. I was on the flight back home very shortly after my hospitalization in Chuk. The locals there, while I was in the hospital, they were visiting me. They were telling me that this condition that I had was something along the lines of the octopus curse. That's the way they called it. That was the rumor that was going around the island that I had the octopus curse. I couldn't teach anymore. Back in the States, I was hospitalized as soon as unarrivaled. Over the course of these three months that I was in the hospital, I was getting really thin. I was down to about 120 pounds. This is about 50 pounds less than I normally weigh. I was in bed the whole time while I was in the hospital for three months. I don't remember talking to certain people, but when I remember answering to the doctors and to my siblings, I don't remember reasoning. I don't remember making sense of it. My mom heard about the conference race to deliver that was happening here in Pasco. Since I was so weak and I couldn't travel, my mom had given a local pastor from Charlotte, North Carolina, my picture and a shirt to stand in the line of prayer in Pasco. On Sunday morning, he was in the prayer line with my picture and wearing my shirt. He was waiting for John Chi to touch my picture and connect with me through the distance of several states. That night, I had a dream. Specifically with one of my sisters in Christ came to me in the form of an angel. She told me that it was time to eat. She told me that I needed to eat from that point on. I woke up from that dream very awake, more awake than I could remember being awake in months. It was like a flip with a switch. It was instant. It felt new. It felt different. I didn't understand it, but I knew that it was necessary for me to eat from that point. It made sense. I started feeling improvements and changes in my body immediately after that day. Actually that day, I wanted to start walking. I was wheeled up to the table where I was eating. I decided to walk from the table to the door at which my doctors were very surprised. After about 20 days, I was dismissed from the hospital. Now I'm walking on my own. I'm eating on my own. I have a healthy appetite. I came back at my original weight at about 170 pounds. So I came back the 50 pounds that I lost. I'm not sure how to even describe it, but it seemed like it was being underwater for a very long time and not being able to breathe and coming out and breathing for the first time or breathing different air. My advice is to be aware of the spiritual world that we also share with all the things that surround us. We must be conscious that there are angels and demons. There are things that are beyond our comprehension, beyond our everyday sight. We don't see them, yet they interfere with our lives. There is the Almighty God that can save you from the clasp of the demons and the devil. Reach out and understand that other people were there also. There is salvation. My name is Victor Kuvila, and this is my testimony.