I did not want this to turn into a biography but it's almost turning out that way in mapping what led to being little different than Legion of Mark 5 and Luke 8.
I was born August, 1940. Almost seeming like a target from birth as there were major complications in delivery and nearly died in the womb, having to be taken by break birth or C section.
Earliest childhood memory was memorial due to the date being the same day that Pearl Harbor was attacked. I recall telling my brother that I was going to hitch a ride on the back bumper of a Model A that was parked in a neighbors driveway, brother was telling me not to do it but I did it anyhow, laying in the space between the bumper and the rear truck seat, brother still yelling something, maybe warning of two sailors who came rushing out of the house, not to get me off of their bumper as they did not know I was back there, but a national alarm was issued for all military people to report to their units, all leaves and liberty terminated, Pearl Harbor had been attacked. The timing of this is what causes me to think of what may have been going on that we are not aware of regarding things unseen that is just as active and interacting with what is physical.
The ride was good down the driveway, but the driver stopped hard and shifted into low gear, tossing me off the bumper, but I held on with my hands like Jacob the Heel Catcher, knees dragging the pavement as the car went faster, neither of the sailors hearing me yelling and crying, must have been dragged for two blocks, hitting a dip that caused me to turn loose, only recall limping to the side of the curb and seeing a great deal of blood on both my knees, not much pain as these wounds were very deep into the muscle and unable to stand up.
"Scars today only say that healing happened, no more open wounds"
Rebellion as a child came at an early age, maybe due to being spoiled rotten, but was very independent and without discipline, growing up in a very tough neighborhood of Compton, CA. Also arriving at puberty very early and why a baby sitter sure loved to baby sit me, I think she was only about twelve or thirteen but loved to see me naked.
Long before I was a teenager I was fooling around with the neighborhood girls, started a club called "The Nasty Club" doubt if I was more than nine or ten years of age, but nothing innocent about me, was the terror of the neighborhood or to the girls in the neighborhood, I corrupted them all.
This may well have been the beginning of a demonic activity as a child, appearing innocent in mannerisms but no girl was safe around me and had little sense of right and wrong or just did not care. It was fun to fool around with the girls and so I did. I also got caught a few times.
Fast forward to 1954 or around that period of time, I recall dad coming home with a man who was a shoe repair guy, telling us all to listen to him, telling us all about Jesus, then going to his church which was the First Baptist Church of Compton, CA. There we met some nice people who made us feel welcome, but I still had that spirit of rebellion, very independent, but I loved an elderly lady who would have me sit next to her in church services, name was Anne Bull. We were always seen together, but there was another side to me that was not so tame. I had a Jekyll and Hyde personality, almost two different people or multiple personalities.
I only recall how the mind would wander, deep into my own thoughts and seeming very distant most of the time in the church. A youth director maintained that I was demon possessed. He is a very popular evangelist / speaker today but will refrain from naming names, only that he hated me and I was not all that fond of him. I was made bitter by this man as well as others when the word went around that I was possessed, isolating me from all others and seeing the kind of mistake many make in abusing the victim, I was the demon rather than what was starting to take control of me.
This made me very anti social and a loner, (at least we need some source to blame in how we turned out as kids). Very few want to exercise personal responsibility for our actions and behavior, so the devil made me do it.
There is no need for me to cover the teen years which would just be a replay of things. However, a pattern was set of rebellion, hating the isolation but also feeling safe apart from self righteous people. I wasn't a violent kid but would retaliate if provoked. I hated violence, yet kept company with violent people who influenced me a lot the wrong way and the Jekyll / Hyde personality became more pronounced.
"When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest, and findeth none. Then he saith, I will return into my house from whence I came out; and when he is come, he findeth it empty, swept, and garnished. Then goeth he, and taketh with himself seven other spirits more wicked than himself, and they enter in and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first. Even so shall it be also unto this wicked generation." Matthew 12:43-45
Things accumulated since childhood, can be difficult to sort out, may have begun with an unclean spirit but ended as Legion after involvements with the occult after military service when the hippie movement was going strong as well as my involvements with the mother of Chief George Pierre (Mary) who was a genuine Shaman or medicine lady.
George was Chief of the Coville Confederated Tribes of Washington, he and his mother were Nez Perse related to the historical Chief Joseph (I will fight no more forever).
When I was visiting this family in George's condo in Redondo Beach, CA bringing some sign work I had done for George and not charging anything, his mother felt obligated to return something, so she sat up a ritual, filling a glass of water and then running a prayer cloth through her fingers as she chanted things. Then she had me drink the water, saying, this would bring me good luck. But my mind just went wild when driving home and took all I had to keep from turning head-on into oncoming traffic, often driven to the point of suicide after this time, police reports showing where it all ended up. George's mother Mary hated me on sight. This women was the genuine article and knew at once that I was a Christian, carnal, but a Christian. I can still vision that look of hate that ran very deep. George picked up on this in his jewellery shop that he had in a mall in Torrance, CA where I also lived at the time. She was in his shop when I came in to visit, speaking to his mom in the traditional language probably telling her to be nice as she smiled right away after this, but the eyes were wild and didn't smile.
I met George by way of my sign business when he ordered some display work for his traditional Indian shows, we became friends and I took a great deal of interest in traditional Indian culture, having had Indian friends in the military while stationed at Fort Lewis, Wash. One was a close friend by the name of Steve Iukes from the Yakama reservation, Steve being very traditional and I ate up all he could teach about genuine North American Indians rather than the American versions where stories were written in blood, Steve having family items that were probably a thousand years old, visiting with his family on the reservation, but none spoke English, they were able but did not care much for the white folks.
The date for things involving the mother of Chief George Pierre had to be 1977 or late 1976 when my daughter was dedicated at Calvary Chapel, Costa Mesa. She was six or seven. I recall getting a reaction from the congregation when Chuck Smith held her hand with her long flowing blond hair. She was born October, 1971 the month that the wife and me split up, as she was an alcoholic and I was a jerk.
I recall that it was in 1977 that Chuck Smith took a lot of personal interest in me, I was hungry for God but having a great deal of internal warfare going on that he noticed, but Chuck was the only human I trusted, just knew he was a straight shooter unlike any other I knew of who proved to be either counterfeit or big headed Pharisee. I have no idea how to relate the twilight zone stuff that all began big time in October of 1993. Many can verify it who were eye witnesses to the paranormal things but no response from anyone yet. Having asked for about twelve years without response, or maybe the no response being a response in itself like don't bother me with all that. Most would keep it in the X Files.