The Devil in Religion

THE DEVIL

IN

RELIGION

A TRUE STORY

C M BRANTLEY

COPYRIGHT

THE DEVIL IN RELIGION. Copyright © 2017 by C M Brantley. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

Digital Copyright © Edition April 2017

ISBN: 978-137-021845-5

CONTENTS

TITLE PAGE

COPYRIGHT

CONTENTS

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

PREFACE

EPIGRAPH

CHAPTER 1 UPBRINGING

Uprooted

CHAPTER 2 THE REUNION

CHAPTER 3 THE TRANSITION

CHAPTER 4 SEPARATION

CHAPTER 5 THE PLOT

Lidia

My Uncle

My Devil’s Brew

EPIGRAPH

CHAPTER 6 THE TRAP

CHAPTER 7 CHECK

My Mother

Root Revealed

Crosshairs

EPIGRAPH

CHAPTER 8 THE ADJUSTMENT

The Tip

Damn Car

Surroundings

Love Thy Mother

Fine Tuning

EPIGRAPH

CHAPTER 9 THE TRUTH

EPIGRAPH

CHAPTER 10 ENLIGHTENMENT

GRATITUDE

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

The writing of The Devil in Religion, making its book, and preparing its manuscript for publication were solitary efforts. The actual content presented was through the help of many.

I owe a big thanks to my family. Without them, I would not know the other side of the spectrum. The side that is outlined in this book and that has the potential to help many in my community and communities alike. While it would seem unfitting, their efforts without question, have unlocked a truth that has burdened so many. Some of those individuals have been convinced not to say a word, but desire freedom more than anything.

The remainder of my thanks goes to my child, even with his naiveite to the world. The questions he has asked, his childish dreams, and my desire to give him better than I had is the sole purpose for this book. The truth in it is only a catalyst to his understanding and a stronger foundation than the one left for me.

PREFACE

This is a true account of my journey from childhood to an adult and the struggles associated. Particularly, my struggles with family secrets, lies, and ties within a secret organization that would eventually be used against me. It is not intended to persuade you, it is only intended to give you the truth I have come to know.

The rationale for taking the time to put my thoughts into words are simple. My story has the potential to help another. The conspiracy suggested within this book were designed specifically for me and while simple once broken down, have the potential for greater confusion if unknown. The influence and reality of what my family was willing to do to me with these devices, under the deceit of one man, were real.

To the individual unaware or ill-equipped, these vices have the potential to do irreparable damage psychologically, spiritually, and/or physically. My Mother, Father, and numerous family members have been driven to drugs, drinking, and violence as a result. Some counts will be discussed and others will remain secret because of my lack of information.

This is the struggle, the oppression, or demon if you will, that plagues my family and some communities. It was not a white man, the government, a woman, or some fictitious character coming to visit me during the night, but a combined effort of the ones closest to me for seemingly selfish gain. I have also witnessed the same practice performed on larger scales, where individuals are attending the very church that is creating unnatural influence in their life. I am not religious nor do I belong to this organization or any other. This is merely my account.

EPIGRAPH

But the Spirit saith expressly, that in later times some shall fall away from the faith, giving heed to seducing spirits and doctrines of demons, through the hypocrisy of men that speak lies, branded in their own conscious as with a hot iron; forbidding to marry, and commanding to abstain from meats, which God created to be received with thanksgiving by them that believe and know the truth. For every creature of God is good, and nothing is to be rejected, if it be received with thanksgiving: for it is sanctified through the word of God and prayer.

If thou put the brethren in mind of these things, thou shalt be a good minister of Christ Jesus, nourished in the words of the faith, and of the good doctrine which thou hast followed until now: but refuse profane and old wives’ fables. And exercise thyself unto godliness: for bodily exercise is profitable for a little, but godliness is profitable for all things, having promise of the life which now is, and that which is to come. Faithful is the saying, and worthy of all acceptation. For to this end we labor and strive, because we have our hope set on the living God, who is the Savior of all men specially of them that believe. These things command and teach. Let no man despise thy youth; but be though an ensample to them that believe, in word, in manner of life, in love, in faith, in purity. Till I come, give heed to reading, to exhortation, to teaching. Neglect not the gift that is in thee, which was given thee by prophecy, with the laying on of hands of the presbytery. Be diligent in these things; give thyself wholly to them; that thy progress may be manifest unto all. Take heed to thyself, and to thy teachings. Continue in these things; for in doing this though shalt save both thyself and them that hear thee.

1 Timothy 4:1-16

1 UPBRINGING

Growing up, as far back as I could remember, I have always felt out of place in a sense. As a result, I tended to respond in the most unlikely ways. This feeling stemmed from of lack of understanding, frustration and a demand for the truth.

I started out with a temper that slowly moved to fear, then to a search for answers, and then knowing. I must say the knowing part is the trickiest because from there you must control your responses. It's a safety tactic.

If I told you there were people who knew the laws, people, and the mind on a deeper level, most wouldn't believe me. These groups also have ties in different places that are for good reason. Others are intended to make things uncomfortable and support a select few. The only way to explain this and trump my confusion is to tell my story.

I come from a family that for lack of a better explanation, lives by a different set of rules. Eat or be eaten. Some are doing it for answers, others for survival, those doing it in vein, and few for good. I have found fault in all and in myself as well. For me, it was always the conflict of fighting or peace.

As a child, I would fight for what I saw to be wrong, but I was also considered a good kid, a thinker. There were things that I did that I knew to be wrong and some that would surely leave you on the fence about me. Better explained the things that they allow some to get away with and others are not offered the luxury. I had gotten into a few fights in school at a young age, just being a normal kid. I also had an unsuccessful attempt at stealing. The story behind it…….

A friend and I wanted to go fishing. At the time, we didn't have the fishing equipment or bait. For some reason, asking wasn't a part of our conversation and we decided to go to a convenient store, in search for what we needed. I will say, we may have over did it and had gotten more than just fishing equipment. It probably would have worked out, but our pockets were bulging out and we had zero consciousness for cameras or antitheft systems. Young and stupid would be the best explanation, but we could not have been more than five-six years old at the time.

With all the evidence against us, I still managed to conjure up a lie and tell the store clerk I had nothing in my pocket. My Uncle, coincidentally walks into the store and asks, What’s going on?

This was my first heist and the team was going down midway through. I felt shitty about it afterwards. Yes, because I got caught, but more importantly I hadn't considered anyone else in my decision. When it was explained to me, it felt even worse. Since I was making good grades in school, after my incident with stealing, I felt it best to leave the stealing to those better suited. One lesson learned, another one coming.

My simple childhood would take a hard shift the day my mother killed a man. The story is, after a family friend had come to visit, my sister would later tell my mother she had been molested. When my mother got the news, she didn't visibly get upset, but she did give the guy a call. I'm thinking she would talk with him to get the truth and may have, but I wouldn't get a chance to witness that part. The date is set and he would be coming over.

That night, I pretended to sleep on the sofa, but something kept me up. My mother has a brief conversation on the phone and afterwards, goes to the kitchen. She opens a drawer for what I didn't have a clue at that time. I then hear the garage door open and my mother goes into the garage. A few words are exchanged. Afterwards, I hear Michael grunting and things being knocked around. The grunting slowed down, but it was merely because she continued to stab him repeatedly until he collapsed on the easement in our front yard.

My mother came back in the house rinsed off, what I now knew to be a knife and called the police. She let them know what she had done and waited. So, did I.

I think one would agree that killing can be bad or for a greater good. In her case, I assumed it was for the greater good however in the eyes of the law it had another sentence. Even with prior convictions of molesting young girl(s).

Another relevant part of this story is, my mother, accused my step grandfather of molesting her. While I wouldn't find this out until later, it would leave one to question. Yes, it's still a question because in my world lies and deceit run deep.

The affect this incident had on me was three-fold. First being, my view of right and wrong may be a bit off. Second being, I would be separated from my mother. The last being, a reaction without conscious is not an option for me anymore. Most would say how could a five to six-year-old kid process that much. I will tell you I remember it all like it was yesterday. I will also say that it has influenced many of the decisions I have made in throughout my life.

Uprooted

After my mother’s incident, we were taken in by an Aunt in Jacksonville. It was a tough adjustment for me because I surely didn't mind standing up for myself, even without help. I remember one day my Aunt Button asked me to do something and I told her, No.

That day Aunt Button let me know who she was and ultimately, no match just yet. I got my first ass whipping that day. I told her I want my mother and that I would tell my mother what happened. Her response was, Call her and see where that gets you.

That taught me a huge lesson and that was whoever