Transformed: A Special Anointing with Supernatural Power

By B.T Harrison II

This novel demonstrates everything I went through in life so far, while God showed me favor throughout my life. My relationship with God has always been serious until I lost focus and started running the streets with so-called friends, and that’s when I lost intimacy with God. As I got older, I started acting as a pimp, player, gangster and a hustler, and ended up in prison several times. These, my chronicles will prove it. Going through all of these acts gave me a bad reputation; but God never let any of these acts kill me. In addition, I went through more tests and triumphed. Going through my last storm something happened, I had an encounter that changed my life around.I discover the invisible that people have yet to experience, to get there it took a lot of suffering but the suffering brought me closer to Jesus and from that point on intimacy with God was restored back into my life and I started doing things God’s way. Overcoming my storm, I received the gift of authority from God for insurance as a covenant, and now I wear a crown of victory.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9781463431426

B.T Harrison II

I discover the invisible that people have yet to experience, to get there it took a lot of suffering but the suffering brought me closer to Jesus and from that point on intimacy with God was restored back into my life and I started doing things God’s way. Overcoming my storm, I received the gift of authority from God for insurance as a covenant, and now I wear a crown of victory.

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Published by AuthorHouse 06/14/2019

ISBN: 978-1-4634-3143-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4634-3142-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011911692

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Contents

Introduction

The Early Years

Years of Jail and Prison

Jail Time

Out of the System

Long Road to Recovery

Introduction

I wrote my story to obey the will of God for my life. It demonstrates everything I’ve went through in life so far, and how He has restored me. He has shown me grace throughout my life. I’ve always taken my relationship with God seriously until I lost focus and started running the streets with the wrong crowd. I lost intimacy with God. I got older, I started acting as a pimp, player, gangster and a hustler, and ended up in prison, several times. These, my chronicles will prove it. Going through all of these acts gave me a bad reputation; but something happened, I had an encounter that changed my life around, I discovered the invisible that people have yet to experience, to get there it took a lot of suffering but the suffering brought me closer to Jesus and from that point on intimacy with God was restored back into my life and I started doing things God’s way. Overcoming my storm, I received the gift of authority from God for insurance as a covenant, and now I wear a crown of victory. When God transforms you, He wants to put you on display to demonstrate the awesome power that He worked in. The manifestation shows miraculous power and the Holy Spirit backs it up. The anointing that I have on me changes the environment. It makes me different from everybody else. What God has given me, I could not have received on my own, and that is what makes my story so awesome. The creation of this book, Transform, will show the finished work of God.

The Early Years

I was born in a small town in the south in 1963. However, I grew up in Detroit, Michigan, where it was considered the bottom. We were a family of nine. I was the only boy my-dad-ever-had. My dad was a hard worker, who loved God with all his heart. He made sure that our family had a roof over our heads and food on the table, never missing a meal. My mother also loved the Lord with all of her heart. She had a lot of talent. She was also very good with her hands. She was one of a kind. She was good at everything she did.

I had that same spirit as my mother. I was full of love and joy. Nothing could keep me from smiling. My parents used to gamble a lot before God came into their lives. They would have my cousin LaGrange watch us while they gambled. I can remember his brother (my uncle) Michael using me to help him break into a home at a very young age. He put me through a window to open up the door, but I had no knowledge of what was going on.

We were living on a street named Fort Street across from the Little Jeffrey. This area is the ghetto of all ghettos." My sister, Vanessa, and I would draw pictures and once we were done, I would ask our mother which one looked the best? I loved a challenge so I would work hard on my picture. I wanted to be perfect. I was very competitive.

I remember us eating powdered eggs and farina for breakfast and peanut butter and jelly for lunch but for dinner, we had fried chicken or fried pork chops. We had roaches and mice roaming around the house. We were poor, but I was too young to know it. One day, while playing with the kids in the hood, one person said to me that I had on SS Kresge gym shoes, and they all started laughing. I was only a kid, but my little feelings were hurt. The boys in the hood would play marbles every day. It looked like they were having fun, so I asked Can I play? They said to me, You have any marbles? I wanted to play but I did not have any marbles. I asked my mom to get me some marbles and she did. The next day I went out to play marbles with the boys. They told me, We play for keeps. I only had twenty marbles and they won them all. I went home and cried. The next day my mother went and bought me a fish bowl full of marbles. I played for days.

When I got bored, I would play with a stray dog in the neighborhood. I had gotten to like this dog, so I would feed him the scrap food that we would throwaway. I made a home for him under a porch where no one lived, and called him Spike. People would always say, What are you doing with that mutt? When it was time to come in the house, my mom would say, You smell like dog. Go take a bath. I was only five or six years old at time. I remember my mother bathing me when l was younger. I had gotten too old for her to continue. I would just stand in the tub, turn on the water and take a bar of soap and a wash towel and wash up under my arms and my private parts. When I finished washing up, my mother would say, Did you take a bath? I would say, Yes. Then everybody in the house started laughing, because I would have water drops running down my ashy legs.

I went to a school called James Cousin, across the street from the Brewster Projects. It was easy for me to get along with the kids because I loved people. I loved being around them. When I got home from school, I can remember that I had to take medication. I never knew why.

Whenever they would let me go outside to play I had to stay around the house. When it was time to come in I would look out the window and daydream. When I would go to sleep at night I would always end up dreaming. My dreams were telling me something about myself. I would always dream that I could fly and I thought that it was true. My dad was very stern with my sisters. When he came home, we would all be in the living room talking with one another and he would come in and say hi to everybody. Then he would go to his room and close the door. We would play board games, and watch television all day. My favorite game was Monopoly and my favorite television shows were One Adam Twelve, Baretta, and Starsky and Hutch. All these shows had something to do with crime. What you watch on television can have a big influence on you; it can make you out to be something that you are not. My dad stayed in his room all day until it was time for us to go to bed, just when the Twilight Zone would come on he would come out, that meant that we needed to be on our way to bed. We did not want to go to sleep right away so I would sneak out my room and watch television in the hallway until somebody made noise, my dad would and yell at us. Since I was my dad’s only son I wanted him to spoil me, but he wanted me to be a man. My mother would spoil me anyway. My dad saw it so he started telling her to let me out of the house. Being in the street, I got into many things, and because I was not taught anything, I had to learn things on my own. While being at home I could never understand why my dad wouldn’t hang out with us so I asked my mother what my dad did in his room all the time. She said he liked to pray and read his bible a lot. Nobody ever went in there, if we needed to ask him something we would talk to him through the door.

At school, my friend, Byron, and I decided to become safety boys. I loved the job. When I was on post, if anybody tried to cross the street without me telling him or her it was ok, I had the authority to write them up, but I never had any problems. We had special privileges during the winter. After all the kids were in, we all would have hot chocolate as a treat. We were able to come in later and get out earlier.

While in class I would always daydream. I had an imagination out of this world, my body would be there, but my mind was elsewhere. I lived my life wondering. I was always thinking that I am going to become rich because I was full of ideas. I would look down at my hands and they would be dripping sweat. When it was time to leave, there would be a big puddle of sweat. People would ask me, Why you always smiling? I would say because I am a happy person. When I came home, I would always find my mother watching the same shows one after another; the Oprah show was her favorite. My mother and I had a good relationship; I told her that I was going to be the one who is going to take care of them when they get old; because God promised me something. I could see that I was going to become rich. Then I would lie on her big arm and tell her what happened while I was at school. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, she would always listen. I told her that I daydream a lot and my hands sweat every time I get excited or nervous. When my dad would come in he would say again, Let that boy go outside to play. My mother was concerned about me daydreaming. When parent teacher conferences came, she talked to my teachers. After talking with them, she decided to put me in special ed.

After school Byron would come over to my house and we. would go out catching honeybees in a jar, while doing this, we happened to walk up on a few boys playing with fire in the back of an abandoned house next door to our home. The fire got out of control. We ran and told my mother that there was a house on fire next door. She quickly called a fire station. By the time the firemen got there, it was too late. Our house was up in flames, and we lost everything.