Biblical Antidote: The Battle in My Mind

By Michael Angelo Castoro Jr.

Caption My principal of study was manufacturing. My faith is Christianity. I fell from grace. Jesus spoke to me, so I do faith and commandments. No longer do I have existential anxiety. I accept the loss of existence. I dwell in Holy Jerusalem amongst my people. I AM is transparent.

Summary Michael in a long line-up to come, would have been ashamed if his false image of himself were found out by others. He was losing ground and feared seeing the handwriting on the wall. This led to mental illness called schizophrenia.

Michael Angelo Castor Jr in a long line up to come. He of authors writes of his mental illness experience using I. This to set him as the antagonist to poke the reader to distasteful writing and a put down of the book. Yet the all encompassing book details the ends of trials and tribulations with God to go along with his website. This book offers the biblical antidotes the ancient medicine most fondly, to me as ancient Egypt, Rome, Greece, and Israel. They didnt have medications to walk away from it all, but those men and women used something called faith and commandments and may have tapped into the living God.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 6, 2003
• ISBN: 9781469131153

Michael Angelo Castoro Jr.

At seven years old, I was killed by Satan in a schoolyard with a dog. When I was eight years old, the Lord said to me, "Michael my angel, not many days hence you shall become a young man of corruption, then shall I return unto you and raise you up." This book is the story of my life, and what happened when the Lord returned to me and started to raise me up through voices, visions, dreams, and other means, from twenty-eight years old until present. This book will teach you to live with voices, visions, and dreams, as GOD raised me over ten years.

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Contents

A Young Man Growing Up

God Manifests

Remembering Age Seven

Remembering Age Eight

The Dream Continues in Seattle

One More Try

Satan Banished

Time for My Gifts

Psychotic Episode in Utah

Dedicated to

a family not sure of what they were doing, but knew love,

mercy, kindness, and compassion—

The Castoro family

A Young Man Growing Up

I graduated from high school on a Saturday in 1982. Mom was present, but Dad couldn’t make it; he was working.

My dad has his own business, a manufacturing company of aircraft parts for both commercial and military aircrafts. That day when I came home, he said to me, So did you graduate today? And I said yes.

He said, Are you going to go to college?

I said no.

He then asked, Are you going to work for my company? I replied, Yes, I would like to.

He said, Great, you start on Monday at seven thirty.

I was happy I had a job, doing something I had no idea about.

Previously, my dad had purchased a car for me. I remember turning sixteen and eventually passing the driving test. That day, my dad said, I guess I have to buy you a car now. You’re not going to be driving your mother’s or my car around.

After dinner, he said, I will take you out to look at some cars. We did just that, and I wanted a Z28 Camaro, but Dad wouldn’t purchase it for me. He thought it had too much horsepower.

So we settled on a regular Camaro, and I had my transportation to and from work.

After my dad had purchased my car, I couldn’t afford the insurance, and my dad paid for it. For gas and other expenses, I worked after high school hours in his company before I graduated.

After I graduated, the first day I showed up at work, it was a Monday; and I didn’t know whom to talk to. I had always worked after-hours, when only those working late were in the building. I stood around for about five minutes. Then finally, I said to myself, I will go over to a certain employee, introduce myself, and ask him if he has something for me to do.

So I did that. And he set me up on a Bridgeport machine, cutting chamfers for the ejection seat rails in a cockpit.

I made my way around the machine shop, doing odds and ends for a couple of weeks, including working with the floor sweeper.

While bouncing around, I started picking up on the trade—what a micrometer was, a caliper, etc.

Then my dad stepped in and had his workers move me into the Computer Numerical Control (CNC) department where I became an operator of a CNC machine.

I was an operator for some time and had an opportunity to work with a coworker, the setup man, and I learned about setups. My dad then moved me into CNC programming, which he was doing at the time. He spent the time teaching me trigonometry and how to use a calculator, read blueprints, and write code, etc.

For the next five years, I would be the programmer for his company—doing the fixture design, planning, tool selection, methodizing, etc.

During that time, I made a good salary and saved a considerable amount of money.

I ventured out into my own business and tried to sell a timepiece.

I did this because I thought that there were financial problems in my dad’s business; if it had to go out of business, I had no education and nothing to fall back on.

I learned much about marketing, business, sales, and advertising during this time.

In the end, I had leads from the interior design industry with well over four hundred and fifty interior designers. But at that time, the creator and his brother had their attorney issue me a cease and desist from all work because of my marketing plan.

After appearing at their attorney’s office for a meeting and the attorney not being available, I became so angry that I went back to my dad’s business and to the office I was using for the clocks and threw all papers and clock materials in the garbage. Therefore, I ceased and desisted for about a twenty-thousand-dollar loss.

Next, in the MAC Technological Resources Ltd. company was a planter.

An employee of my dad’s business had a friend who developed a planter, a special planter as far as horticulture is concerned.

I developed the marketing and advertising strategy, and I had a local flower shop put plants in it—rather than grow an arrangement—to cut the time out. And that was the mistake.

I went to the local paper and purchased an inclusion advertising campaign for my brochure in a select region where people I knew lived.

At that time, the paper’s people questioned me if the plants in the brochure were real, and I said yes. But they were not.

They went on to take my fifteen hundred dollars, but they did not include my brochure in their mailing. I was told this by the people in the area who received the paper without the brochure enclosed.

I ceased and desisted for a fifteen-hundred-dollar loss.

It was the information age, and I knew that I didn’t have knowledge of business, advertising, marketing, etc. It was then that I began to become interested in reading and going to bookstores.

I purchased all kinds of books on a variety of topics related to business, usually written by people with long work history, good track record, and well educated. It was also then that I began to see the girl I said I would marry on covers of magazines and on books, and I would read about her without purchasing.

I had help in the MAC Technological Resources Ltd company from a man who had marketing experience as a defense contractor. His experience taught me a lot, and it led to the four hundred and fifty interior designers requesting additional product information and pricing. I believe this would have led to the success of MAC if it was given the chance to proceed.

MAC closed, and the programming for Dad’s company was taken over by my brother who had just finished college.

I began quoting and scheduling contracts. My experience with methodizing, programming, and engineering for five years was a plus in quoting and scheduling.

Quoting and scheduling led me to understand something about our production cycle and downtime: