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God, the Devil and Me
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I have written this book that it may be an inspiration to change not only prisoners of the world but our government and all the people of the world that they may consider Gods way and not their own ways to survive in this world. God has given this country the best of all blessings. We have never had a war with another country on our own native soil. We have been blessed with riches and freedom abundantly because we started this country by putting God first in all things. But our government has turned its back on Gods ways and if not corrected, God will surely lay his wrath against this country and many will suffer and many will die if we dont begin to live the last days according to his word and by his laws which are written in his Holy Bible.

I have been inspired by God to write this that millions of souls from Nation to Nation shall be saved. That many may take heed to put on the whole armor of God, to prepare for a spiritual warfare. As all the revelations are coming to past before our very eyes, I hope this will help save our cultures, bring back tradition and ethic norms and values into our American Society. I want to give thanks to God, AAA, NA and my sister, Sandra Wright, for helping and inspiring me to finish this four year task and to continue Gods work to bring the true believers together for God and help break the many cycles that are causing our sociological structure to self destruct.

From a child, I was told some day that I would be special or do something for Gods will being the 7th son and the 7th child. They said I was Holy. In this book, I will tell you all the good and bad things which I saw in my life time and experiences with the natural and the super natural and the spiritual warfare that exist between life and death and the good and the evil which is real in all our lives today.

This book, no matter how hypocritical it may seem, is based on true stories of my own self experiences that it may help some people whos having the same problems come forth for testimony so the unbelievers will become believers in Christ Jesus and to learn that Satan and his demons are real.
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God, the Devil and Me
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Thadious Luis Da'vine

I'm in prison for violation of probation. I had got back on probation because, again, I went back to the streets of Wilmington and got strung out on drugs, running from God. One night I was trying to sell of what was suppose to be crack cocaine to a client. The police suddenly pulled upon me and I quickly swallowed them. I was taken to the hospital where I refused treatment. I was then charged with possession with the intent even though the police never found any cocaine. I was then taken to Gander hill Prison where I stayed for three months. After that long wait, I was forced to take a plea because the lawyer said they would not allow me to even see the judge until the fall, which was six more months off. Well having just spent four years there, I was not ready for another long stay. It was a trap and I took the bait, hook line and sinker. This was also God again lifting me out of the Devil's hand. This hold was keeping me from publishing my books, which held God's messages to the world.

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    God, the Devil and Me - Thadious Luis Da'vine

    God, The Devil and Me

    THADIOUS LUIS DA’VINE

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    © 2013 by Thadious Luis Da’Vine. All rights reserved.

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    Published by AuthorHouse 09/26/2013

    ISBN: 978-1-4817-0711-4 (sc)

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    CONTENTS

    Speaking To The Lawmakers

    God, The Devil And Me Preface

    Comments

    Chapter 1

    Messages From God

    Preface Of God, The Devil And Me Continues… .

    God, The Devil And Me Continues… .

    Messages From God

    The Final Chapter God, The Devil And Me

    Poems

    SPEAKING TO THE LAWMAKERS

    As tears fall

    The graveyards and prisons fill.

    Our lawmakers continue to pass laws

    Of which many of its people have no idea.

    Laws that affect all of their do’s and don’ts

    That violates Mother Nature and what God wants.

    They continue to keep separated church and state

    To keep the people from realizing,

    Those perverse laws are really mistakes.

    Threw humiliation and sovereignty

    The hearts and eyes of men has to opened

    So we the people can have a voice again in this country.

    We must awake from our silence

    And put an end to the bills that has choked our nation

    And is now causing our nation to stand still.

    Violating our constitutional rights with their BOGUS bills.

    God, the Devil and Me

    Preface

    I have written this book that it may be an inspiration to change not only prisoners of the world but our government and all the people of the world that they may consider God’s way and not their own ways to survive in this world. God has given this country the best of all blessings. We have never had a war with another country on our own native soil. We have been blessed with riches and freedom abundantly because we started this country by putting God first in all things. But our government has turned its back on God’s ways and if not corrected, God will surely lay his wrath against this country and many will suffer and many will die if we don’t begin to live the last days according to his word and by his laws which are written in his Holy Bible.

    I have been inspired by God to write this that millions of souls from Nation to Nation shall be saved. That many may take heed to put on the whole armor of God, to prepare for a spiritual warfare. As all the revelations are coming to past before our very eyes, I hope this will help save our cultures, bring back tradition and ethic norms and values into our American Society. I want to give thanks to God, AAA, NA and my sister, Sandra Wright, for helping and inspiring me to finish this four year task and to continue God’s work to bring the true believers together for God and help break the many cycles that are causing our sociological structure to self destruct.

    From a child, I was told some day that I would be special or do something for God’s will being the 7th son and the 7th child. They said I was Holy. In this book, I will tell you all the good and bad things which I saw in my life time and experiences with the natural and the super natural and the spiritual warfare that exist between life and death and the good and the evil which is real in all our lives today.

    This book, no matter how hypocritical it may seem, is based on true stories of my own self experiences that it may help some people who’s having the same problems come forth for testimony so the unbelievers will become believers in Christ Jesus and to learn that Satan and his demons are real.

    •   Things I saw as a child

    •   Becoming a man

    •   God reveals himself to me

    •   A move for the better

    •   Finding wealth and not putting God first

    •   Falling from God’s way

    •   Attacked by Satan

    •   Running from the Lord

    •   Possessed by Demons

    •   Going to the Root Doctor

    •   Loosing everything

    •   The Falling Star

    •   God spoke through me

    •   Devil spoke through me

    •   My mother and me

    •   My father and me

    •   Devil tried to kill me

    •   God saving me

    •   Getting the full Armor of God

    COMMENTS

    I guess I can sleep at night now instead of living like a vampire. Thank you Lord. Now, I will fight this Holy War with all my heart for God.

    Start a camp for the spiritual man and prepare for putting on the breastplate.

    Start homes all over America to bring people to God. Call it (Savior’s Home).

    Teach them as I teach you to put on the breastplate and prepare them for Armageddon.

    Take three(3) to six(6) months to make them leaders.

    Teach them to seek out the Beast and expose him.

    Start with the street people… . the younger generation.

    CHAPTER 1

    The Trauma Times with Mom and Dad

    2/94

    *Coming up as a Child

    As a child, I saw many things which happened that I can say were miracles of God. The most memorable was when my brother Bob was almost swept way in a flood and drowned. But at the last time going under the water, a girl named Bonnie Washington pushed a long branch in the water till Bob held on and pulled him back up out of the river’s sink hole. The next one was when our house was picked up by a hurricane and my mother prayed us down and we landed on the side of a nearby mountain. Also, there was a time when a three ton truck used for collecting coal backed up on me and mashed me about a foot under the ground and they dug me up without any injury. I was just out of breath from the dirt being in my mouth, eyes, and nose.

    As a child, I have seen many things which I have had to live with. One day my mother caught my step father when he was drunk—half out of his mind trying to mess with me sexually, but stopped him before anything could happen. I was only four years old when he tried to get me to suck his penis. She promised him if she ever caught him trying that with any of her children again or if he ever done anything to hurt us, that she would kill him. That day also came to pass. One evening my father was drinking heavily and every weekend, he and my mother fought. He used to beat her so bad, she could not see for days at a time. We, as a family, lived in the back hill mountains of West Virginia. Nothing was ever reported to the local police much. Besides, there was only one black policeman named Jackie Frederick that the whole community knew well. He came when someone died or if he was called out to settle a dispute. Other than that, he made rounds once or twice a week throughout the community.

    My mother was a beautiful women and all the men admired her beauty, even some of the women. We had a family thirteen children which was a very large family and that meant that my mother had to work hard to feed and take care of us all. So, she sold corn liquor to all the coal miners and allowed card games each week to raise money to pay bills and to keep us in school. But we were a simple, kind, and loving type of mountain people, as we all lived in a small black community pulled together to survive. We grew chickens, hogs, and planted gardens all the time. Some had turkeys, guineas, and all sorts of fruits like grapes, strawberries, et. A lot of the older boys of each family normally hunted and picked wild berries and polk salad on the mountain tops.

    All the children in the community believed in God and the Church. As small children, we all learned about the bible. We had lesson cards and bible studies all through the week after school. Of course, we did other things like go fishing or play games like tin-can ally, which was a cool game. We got together and one person was chosen to be it, and closed their eyes, clapping two bean cans together counting to ten then saying all around my base is caught, as all the others would hide and wait for a chance to come in and kick over the cans one at a time, till everyone was in. This was also a chance to hide with your girl friend and get busy, if you know what I mean. It usually took a half hour for everyone to come in. The last one in or caught was it and the game would start over.

    *The shooting of Robert Davis

    Well getting back to the bad things, I saw my father come in drunk one weekend. The house was full of people gambling, drinking, and partying until my father decided he was going to blow the house up. Well, working the coal mines, he knew about blasting and working with dynamite. My mother felt that he meant what he said as she told him to settle down and take his foot off the kitchen table where everyone was playing cards. But he, being set in his ways, refused saying he was busting up this party. He was going to kill everybody, babies and all. Well that did it. Mom got out her gun. We had never seen her so angry. She had not forgotten just a week ago that she caught him bothering me and I was the baby. She reminded him of the incident and warned him again to remove his foot from the table and himself from the house until he came back sober. Well, he shamed her and said he would do it again. Then mother lifting the gun slowly and trembling as my Uncle jumped in between my father and her hugging him saying, No Mae! No Mae!. She pulled the trigger. The bullet which went right by the back of my Uncle’s head into the neck of my step-father. He grabbed his neck bleeding profusely and began to walk around saying, She done shot me, she done killed me, till he flopped down in the living room chair, blood oozing out all over things. His T-shirt was blood red as everyone panicked and began running out the house. I stood watching ever so anxiously. My mother walked outside crying, holding the gun in her hand and sat on the steps till the sheriff arrived. She gave up the gun to Mr. Frederick and told him what had happened and was willing to go to jail. But dad told them to leave her alone because she didn’t mean it and that someone needed to take care of the kids if he should die.

    So they let mom go and dad stayed in critical condition for more than six months. The bullet being a 22 caliber had tumbled down his spine paralyzing him from his neck down. He lived for two more years in the Blue field Sanitarium Hospital, till the doctors gave him only months to live. He asked to come to spend his last few months home. Each night became harder for him to bear. He would sometime try to cut his wrist to get it over with. No one knew his suffering but I did, as I watched my mother with other men and knowing he was impotent. It must have been frustrating to see her pregnant with someone else’s baby while he was still in the wheel chair. But he accepted that too.

    I was 7 years old now, but I was getting wiser day by day. I remember people saying, Olga Mae that boy of yours will be a preacher some day, He’s too smart. I use to go off into the mountains and stay for days at a time in tents or a cave and live off the land and watch the animals, bears, mountain lions, dears, and the wolves with my brother Fred. He and I played Samson and Jason and the Organotes and Indians, not Cowboys and Indians, just Indians. Learning of the wild and how they survived in the wilderness. I use to get plenty of injuries playing with real bow and arrows and swords. We fought real battles, till we saw blood.

    *The Scissor Incident

    5/94—I can remember many times as a child I almost died. One day, my little friend, Dex McDaniels and I was playing around with our neighbor, Jane. She and her friends were cutting out paper dolls on her porch. Dex and I were throwing small rocks at them and teasing them. We called out Jelly Belly! aha, aha, Jelly Belly! and continue to throw rocks at her. She got so mad when we came up to the porch and began snatching her paper cuttings. As I made my last approach to steal one, she popped me in the top of the head, but holding those large scissors; they slipped and stuck right in the top of my head. I pulled them out, holding the oozing blood back with my hand and walked up on the porch and punched her in the face—knocking her down.

    I walked home because running made the bleeding worse. As I put my T-shirt in the hole to stop the bleeding, I felt dizzy. My mother took me up to the end of the camp where Doctor Anderson was. It was like going to the Doctor on Little House on the Prairie. He put a clamp in my head with a stapler gun which stopped the bleeding long enough to get me to a real hospital which was twenty miles away. Later that night at the hospital, the Doctor told my mother that I was a lucky boy because the scissors had touch the brain but it had not punctured it enough to cause damage.

    *The Creek Bank

    Another time was when we were running and playing on the creek banks in the sand. When I fell down, my hands went deep into the sand, but when I pulled it out, my right hand had a jagged piece of glass all the way through it. It almost cut my hand off. I was in a state of shock for a moment. I finally caught my breath and was able to yell out for help, trying to hold my hand together. After getting to the hospital, the Doctors had to give me some blood. The Doctor said that one more pint, I would have bled to death because all the main arteries were cut in my wrist. However, they stitched me up good and I was soon able to regain use of my hand again.

    *The Coal Shoot

    The last occasion my life was in danger as a child, my brother and a couple of friends were playing one night in the coal shoot which is where coal was stored to sell to the small community we lived in. It was a very large place, where train loads of coal was let out each week. It may have held 200 to 500 tons of coal, but that night it was almost empty and we managed to get in under the coal cars. Well, there was only one problem getting in was easy, but there was no way out once you were in. Because coal was piled up at the doors leading out the blow shoot, we were trapped and soon the coal cars would be releasing their tons of coal and yelling would not do any good because of all the noise made from the coal coming in and only one man was in the office and he was asleep and the trains released the coal automatically at 10 p.m. Well, it was 10:15 and we panicked. We kicked, yelled and screamed like all hell broke loose. Unfortunately, no one heard us. No. 1 shoot began to fill as we scurried over the bend wall to the other shoot compartments. We decided to start a fire thinking this would get the watchman’s attention. As the walls burned, fire caught all around us from the oil being on the walls from the oil based coal. Well, we did know that though.

    We searched for a loose board anywhere we could find an opening. Finally, one loose board we all kicked together to knock it out just in time as the fire and smoke became unbearable. We had about a 15 ft drop, but that was easy. As we hit the slack piles below, they were like 50 ft sand on the beach. We all danced and jumped around for joy that we weren’t all killed that night. But as we looked up into the flaming inferno, we knew that we were in deep trouble. Who between us could pay for all the hundreds of thousands of dollars in damages. So, we sort of slipped off to the side and kept our mouths shut about what happened. We were only dumb kids then but poor kids who knew that our parents would have to pay for the damages. Well, till today, the coal shoot has burned 25 miles into and around the camp and mountains and is just now after 32 years began to grow new vegetation again. However, it’s still mostly slate and ashes, but still smoking today in Hemphill, West Virginia.

    *The Shooting of Mr. Bama

    I considered how many times God had saved me from death during all those years, but those were just the beginning of how many times the Devil would try to steal my life and God would stop him. As a six year old child, I had a close experience with death when I saw Mr. Allyman shot and killed Mr. Bama while I stood under his legs. Lucky for me, I was small and Mr. Allyman was good with shooting a rifle. Let me tell you about it.

    It was an early morning when all the kids had left for school, but I was only a baby and too young to go. Mr. Pat Staples who was the neighborhood paper man and liquor House use to pick me up and take me home with him every morning. He used to teach me things like fishing and how to count money and spend time with me talking all day. He was a good, old man and very tough and wise. No one ever bothered Mr. Pat because he always carried his pearl handle pistol with him like a real cowboy. Some people thought he was crazy or a killer but we never talked about it. I love that old man even though he taught me how to curse a lot. He would just laugh all the time telling me to tell some one Kiss my ass baby and I would say it just to get some money, cause he’d always hand me $.50, that bought much candy back then.

    Well back to the shooting. That morning when Mr. Pat and I arrived, Mr. Bama was waiting on the front porch to get his morning drink. He was an alcoholic. A lot of times Mr. Bama would go over Mr. Allyman’s house and drink with him after purchasing his liquor. Mr. Bama and Mr. Allyman were best friends. They worked in the coal mines together. Mr. Allyman was mad because Mr. Bama was having an affair with his wife sometime when he gad gotten home from work. Then he found out that one of his daughters and Mr. Bama may have been seeing each other and was carrying a child for him as the word had it out in the community. But no one knew for sure what had happened. Anyway, that morning standing on the porch, we heard a window go up over Mr. Allyman’s house. Then as Mr. Bama reached for his drink from Mr. Pat, a shot rang out from that window. Mr. Bama fell backwards on the porch swing chair. Blood was over the place. As I looked at him, I thought that half of his head was open. He died instantly. Mr. Allyman got 20 years to life in jail for that.

    *The horrible Death of Mr. Joe

    The next trauma was a stabbing of one of first grade friends father. It was a foggy, misty morning as we children of the small community were on our way to the bus stop to catch the school bus, when suddenly we saw Mary Daniels run out of their house up on the side was yelling for help. We quickly ran inside and Brenda, her sister, had cut Mr. Joe on his leg very badly. It seems she was trying to cut his nuts, but instead cut the inside artery of his thigh. Well, there was nothing any one could do to stop him from bleeding to death as we all watched him take his last dying breathe. Mr. Joe was their step father but had been having an affair with both of the older daughters, Mary and Brenda. Well, I won’t go into details but both girls were under age and Mr. Joe had beaten their mother because she had caught him in the bed that morning. Joe Baby, his son and my friend from school was standing by the incident and ran home crying and calling for his mother, who lived three houses away. They were separated for sometime as Mr. Joe had went to live with Mr. Daniels. They buried him the following week but no charges were filed against the two juvenile girls because everyone knew what happened that day. I was only eight years old at the time, but knew what was going on. Mom didn’t allow us to tell what we saw or get involved because the Daniels were friends of the family as well as Joe Baby’s family.

    *Our Move to Delaware . . . Life Experiences in Arden

    It was then that mom decided it was time to move to a better environment to educate us better. So we moved to Delaware. It was hard to leave all our friends behind, but we soon made new ones in school. We moved to a place called Arden, Delaware. It was mostly white people and only three black families in the neighborhood. My sister and brothers and myself were the only blacks in our new school and this was before integration. Yes, we had our problems even though this was the late sixties when Martin Luther King and President Kennedy was recently assassinated.

    We carried on with life as the problems seemed to go away. They even burned a cross on our front lawn to run us away but mom stood her ground and we began to be accepted in the neighborhood. We were all very mannered children and the peopled noticed that and spoke well of our talents and abilities to adapt to their community. One by one, we became well known athletes in school and got scholarships to go to college. Of course, the Vietnam War was going on and all the boys got drafted. By being the last male, my stay in the army was short. They let me go back to finish school and my brother Henry because he could not pass the test. Well, that was one of the times Satan tried to kill me. A lot of my friends were killed because they sent us straight to the front lines, but I came back home safely.

    Well, my brother Clay was the only one who stayed for the whole war in the Army. Three times he went back to fight and work on the tanks and vehicles. We thought he had lost his mind for a while because he claimed to be an atheist. Well, I went on the way being a plumber as I changed schools and later went to the University of Delaware to play football and be a lawyer. I changed my curriculum to P. E. Major after my sophomore year because I thought law was too hard for me. But it was my finances that caused me not to finish and I became a journey man Plumber and went in the streets to make ends meet.

    *From College to the Streets

    As I had became a father before going to college, that too made life difficult to stay in College coming from a poor family. Plus my son’s mother had an affair on me while I was going to my classes and that messed things up anyway. I let her go and met this prostitute called MaryAnn and began hustling in the streets full time. It was easier to be self employed and keep a part-time tax paying job on the side with County Plumbing and Heating or C & D Realtor doing renovations.

    *Drugs, Pimping and Prostitution

    The streets were drug infested with heroin at the time and it was easy to get paid but their was always trouble around and knowing the danger, I kept a registered gun on me.

    Also the police during that time was not to be trusted. They were just as corrupt as the criminals in the streets. This was the time I called myself becoming a big man. I became one of the largest dealers in town. I was in control of the drugs, prostitution, numbers, bookies and the whole nine yards on the West side of town. The police hated me as some said I had became their worst night mare. However, I never forgot where I came from. I helped the needy and the poor and the children admired me as I took a stand against the system. I was well organized. I knew the Lord but I had not tried to accept his way because it seemed too slow to get paid for me. But through it all, God was still there for me.

    *Trouble with the Law

    After being on the streets three years, I got locked up for the first time for a crime which I did not commit. The charge was armed robbery first degree—6 counts. After making bail of 150,000 on the charges, I picked up other charges for two murders which I did not commit. But allow me to explain what happened in the robbery case. I had loaned my car to one of my use to be girls. She and her man promised that they would not be long and I had known her well enough to trust her with my car. Besides, I had three in the yard at the time, so I let them use it. I did know her boyfriend. She called him Sugar Bear. But to make a long story short, they went and came back two hours later with all kinds of money. Knowing Sue, I figure she had a date with some rich trick and rolled him for it. But I told them I did not want to know where they got the money as long as my car was O.K. I had no idea that the two of them had robbed six men playing cards in a junk yard that night. Besides, my father and mother-in-law had dropped in after they had taken off and since they were still at my house upon Sue and Sugar Bear’s return, I quickly dismissed them saying that my wife and I had urgent business and that we would come to PA to see them tomorrow since it was getting late and my wife had to be to work the next morning, and that we had to drive Sue and her friend back home.

    Well, three days later, Sue and her friend bought a new car with cash. This made the car lot man suspicious as he had already heard through the local police that someone had been robbed days before. So he alerted the police and Sue and her friend was getting high in a motel room at the Wayne, when the police kicked down their door. Well, later the police described my car as the one used in the robbery. They told Sue and Sugar Bear they already have me and that I told them everything. So in return, Sue and Sugar Bear told them that I was in on the robbery. They gave me armed robbery charges in the first degree—6 counts. Well, me not knowing until the police came kicking down my door at Brookmont Farms where I lived looking for my gun, saying it was used in the robbery. Well, lucky for me, I never had no gun except for my rifles in the closet. They searched my house several times and carried me off to jail. Later they charged me and set bail at $150,000. Sue and Sugar Bear tried to set me up by saying I planned the whole thing. Sue got full immunity for her testimony and Sugar Bear got off with less time for his testimony against me. But God was there through the whole ordeal. I never knew it till I had given up.

    *No

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