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  When I was sent to Eastham after my escape, they put me in the cellblocks to live.  And it was in those cellblocks that late at night I began to suffer some of the most horrific nightmares I had ever experienced in my life. And in that nightmare I would find myself buried alive underground in a casket.  And in that casket it was so dark, and so claustrophobic, and I couldn’t breathe or see anything.  I vividly remember that I would kick and thrash about in that casket trying to force my way out.  I would claw at the lining of this casket just trying to escape, just claw and claw and claw.  But it was no use.  I was trapped! Just buried alive! On one particular occasion I remember kicking and thrashing about and clawing at the top of the casket. I suddenly just bolted straight up. 

It was very dark, and I was out of breath, and I felt a wetness on my fingers. I reached over and pulled the string on the light in the cell, and when the light came on I saw there was blood all over my fingers, and on the sheet of my bed.  I glanced up at the wall next to the bunk and there were claw marks in blood where I had scratched my fingers down to the quick trying to escape from the casket.  It was just horrible.  So real and so demonic. Such a blackness had enveloped me to my innermost being.  There was no life in me I knew I was  dead.  Just waiting on my heart and breathing to stop.

MEDICATION DIDN’T HELP! The nightmares would not stop. I became more aggressive and I was eventually sent to the Ellis III Psychiatric Unit where they stripped me down to a pair of white boxer shorts and placed me in a padded cell. Just a cement slab, with a hole in the floor that served as a toilet. 

I remember being so cold in that cell.  I had goose bumps all over me.  That cell was so cold!

ONCE EVERY FOUR HOURS they would open up the little food slot in the cell door to medicate me. I got so bored. During one my more lucid times, I asked the guard on one of his rounds if I could just have something to read.  When he said “No”, I went into an absolute rage, I eventually passed out on the floor. I had lost my wife, my children, my life, my freedom, I had a 125 year sentence, I was losing it, I was going crazy. I don’t know how long I was passed out, but when I but when I saw a little Gideon bible that had been laid on the food slot of my cell. You know I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.  I just laid there and stared at it.  I opened the bible from the back – God knew what would reach me.  There were 3 words that just jumped out at me. It said,  “GOD LOVES YOU!”

I didn’t think anyone loved me much less God. I hadn’t had a visit in years, and I hadn’t had a letter in years. I hadn’t had anyone just reach out and touch me and tell me “ Ronnie, I love you”, but here it was.  God was telling me He loved me. I fell to my knees right there and just cried out to God.  I said, “God, I have made such a mess of my life.  God, I have hurt so many people.  God, all my great plans and schemes have all crumbled and come to nothing.  I have failed at every thing I have ever tried to do.  God, I am so sorry, make the voices stop. Please make the nightmares go away.  God make the pain stop. God please stop the bleeding.”


AND YOU KNOW IN THE corner of that cell, up high near the ceiling, a little light about the size of a pencil just suddenly appeared.  And it was so bright, the brightest light I have ever seen.  And in a fraction of a second it just illuminated and filled the whole cell.  That light pierced me!  It seemed like every cell in my body came alive. I felt a warmth sweep over me and through me, and where I had been so cold, I now began to sweat profusely, and the sweat just literally dropped on the floor until there was a puddle. And I just began to cry and cry and cry.  I couldn’t stop.  You know, the Spirit of the Living God came into that cell, and Jesus just came into my into my heart that day.  I felt stuff leave me, man! It’s like it was just pressed out of me – Whoosh!  Bad stuff.  And Jesus just loved on me and loved on me and loved on me.  I don’t know how long this lasted.  

I GOT BETTER AND BETTER and a couple weeks later they transferred me back to the Eastham Unit.  I immediately asked to see the minister there, Chaplin Vance Drum. I told him that I was a nut and that I had just returned from the psychiatric unit, but that I had had an experience with God while I was there. I related to him about the nightmares and the voices. He said, ”Ronnie, when you cried out and asked Jesus to come into you heart he did.  You have been reborn.  You are a new person in Christ, what can I do for you today?”

I DON”T WANT TO LOSE THIS PEACE I said, ”Tell me how to keep it!  Tell me how to keep this peace inside of me.  Tell me how to keep this joy.  Tell me how to keep the love of God in my life.” Jesus not only wants to be Lord and Savior of your life, but He also came to be your best friend. you ever had.  He wants relationship with you.“ He advised me to start reading and studying the Word of God, to start coming up to the chapel services and sitting under anointed preaching and teaching.  He told me to get with a group of believers to fellowship and pray together.  He told me to spend quiet time with the Lord every day. And you know, as I began to do all of those things  I began to get grounded and even more healing took place in my life. It just got better and better.   

WE WOULD GATHER AROUND the benches or table in the day room area everyday for study, worship and prayer. It was always noisy but we would come together as believers the Presence of the Lord would always meet us there.

I NEVER RECEIVED LETTERS, but one day at mail call they called my name.  People had stopped writing me.  I had burned all my bridges. I went forward and they gave me a letter – it was just a piece of paper  that had  been  folded 4 times and stapled.  As I opened it, I noticed the State Seal of Texas and the words Board of Pardons and Parole. It said I had been granted parole.  I was  stunned

I have been out of prison since 1991. God restored my marriage and my relationship with my 4 children. I have my wife and family back ... I have a life I once thought was impossible. After learning who I was in Christ I began to “demand my freedom” and the devil had to give my stuff back!

I subsequently went through deliverance and was freed from the torment of so many things, I was (am) healed of hepatitis C. This has been confirmed by two doctors through blood tests. I have learned the principals of deliverance, of canceling the legal rights of demons and exercising the authority we have in Jesus’ Name.

Today I am so blessed to be able to go back into  the prisons, and to those in captivity and to put the Word of God into their hands and just tell them, “Look at me, listen, I have the answer. Here is the answer! Jesus is the answer!“

Pray this prayer:

Father, I know that I have broken your laws and my sins have separated me from you. I am truly sorry, and now I want to turn away from my past sinful life toward you. I believe that Jesus Christ died for my sins, was resurrected from the dead, is alive, and hears my prayer. I invite Jesus to become the Lord of my life, to rule and reign in my heart from this day forward.  In Jesus' name I pray, Amen.


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