The Hidden Kingme??

By Daire Cylence

From a life of abuse to a new life in Christ. This is the profound story of the life of Daire Cylence. Struggling to survive a life of pain, Daire endured not only verbal abuse, but physical and sexual assaults from a father controlled by evil. But unlike many stories, this one has a happy ending. Daire manages to rise out of the mire he and his family lived in to attain a life of happiness and self-reliance. Thanks to Daire’s strong faith, God brings him to a new life, filled with contentment and happiness. He now has a blessed job, a beautiful strong wife, two loving children and a future that he thought he would never have.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: May 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9781664223530

Daire Cylence

From a life of abuse to a new life in Christ. This is the profound story of the life of Daire Cylence. Struggling to survive a life of pain, Daire endured not only verbal abuse, but physical and sexual assaults from a father controlled by evil. But unlike many stories, this one has a happy ending. Daire manages to rise out of the mire he and his family lived in to attain a life of happiness and self-reliance. Thanks to Daire’s strong faith, God brings him to a new life, filled with contentment and happiness. He now has a blessed job, a beautiful strong wife, two loving children and a future that he thought he would never have.

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WestBow Press rev. date: 05/19/2021

CONTENTS

Chapter 1     A Very Small Surface

Chapter 2     Test of Turmoil

Chapter 3     No Legs to Stand on

Chapter 4     Twist of the Storm

Chapter 5     The Entry that Never Exits

Chapter 6     Coming of Your Fate

Chapter 7     Back to Old Thinking

Chapter 8     Birth of No Foundation

Chapter 9     The Broken Dream

Chapter 10   Hanging on the Threshold!!

Chapter 11   Walking Pathways

Chapter 12   Family Starts and I Finish

Chapter 13   Living Lift Abundantly

Chapter 14   Break Of Chain Cycles

Chapter 15   Daydream Wakening!!

Chapter 16   Wants out of Reach

Chapter 17   A Painful Free Detour

Chapter 18   Pushing Leave Way

Chapter 19   Walking Heart Strong

Chapter 20   Facing Adversity to New Path

Chapter 21   Hidden a New Beginning

Chapter 22   To Do Us Not Depart

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I want to thank God, THAT IF GOD IS FOR ME THEN WHO CAN BE AGAINST ME!! I thank God for getting me this far for this blessed opportunity to tell my amazing true story through Lighthouse Christian Publishing.

I also love to thank my wife Kim Butter Cylence that through it all has continued to still love me thru it all. God truly gave me a queen who has blessed us with two wonderful children. I thank God for keeping our family strong through the storm of my life, to see my story become a real blessing to others.

I like to thank God that although I had a that father but was still that fatherless. God blessed me to meet a new spiritual father my Pastor, Apostle, Dr. Richards. Who God has put in my life to speak Gods word into my heart of healing and open my eyes to write my testimony. It brought closure to my past life to go forward for my new family to have a Victorious future together with Jesus Christ.

In drafting this true story and my testimony, I hope that people will be able to see the evidence that from a Victim you can be truly Victorious. I hope this book helps other see that nothing is too difficult for the Lord to do, and that it is not over until God says it is over. I also want this book to tell all abused and molested men, women, and children that you can overcome with God. May this book help others see that H.E.L.P (Healing, Encouragement, Living, Past Free) has no age limit. God Bless!!! Daire Cylence

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T hough I was born in Philadelphia, I later moved to Camden New Jersey and there my family and me lived in a row house which had a front and back yard. In 1977, I began the third grade, attending school with my two brothers Terance and Jevone, my baby sister Bernadette and baby brother Kevin stayed at home with my mother. My that father worked the second shift at a cake factory, sometimes not coming home until midnight and we rarely saw him, he often surprised us with cake from work.

Later that year; my mother went back to working as a secretary at a nearby office and during that time that father would take care of us as my brothers and I went to school. We still had to share rooms together near the kitchen and my baby brother Kevin, sister Bernadette slept in the room Upstairs near mother and that father. It was difficult taking care of five kids in those days, and even more so when my parents did not get paid. Those weeks without pay were extremely rough that on one occasion I remember waiting for that father to come home with food that all we had to eat were pickles.

Several years passed and I was still attending Elementary School, about to enter the fifth grade, and Terance was 12yrs old entering 6th grade and Jevone 10yrs old entering 4th grade. School was nice although I was still a little nervous shy kid but still having my brothers with me at the same school helped a lot. Our family was always close knit or that’s what I thought.

One day, my brothers and I came home from school to find that mother was already at work. That father was about to leave for work so he had asked our Cousin Sidney to watch us. We loved having Sidney around because there was nothing that she couldn’t cook and everything she made was delicious too. That day was cold and dreary but my brothers and I begged Sidney to allow us to play outside. So, all 3 of us went outside on our neighboring field and continued to play even as the temperature continued to drop. On the edge of the field was a frozen pond so we decided to have ice races. Terance and I wanted to race on the ice though it was a thing to do but we still did, so we started running and I was about to beat Terance when all the sudden the next thing happened. I slipped and fell and that’s all I remember until later I finally woke up with Terance carrying me running to the house with Jevone too crying as I was bleeding from my head. I had tripped and fallen on the ice, cutting my forehead and was dizzy but could hear Jevone yelling for Sidney towards the house. She came outside meeting us at the front door as we sounded far away, then saw me went to get wet towels to pressed against my head, once the bleeding subsided, Sidney put ice on it. My wound wasn’t that serious so there was no need to go to the hospital. Sidney still watched me to make sure I did not have a concussion and calmly explained everything to mother when she returned home from work.

Though much of our childhood was filled with simple delights and some happy times my parents sometimes would do some fun nights of enjoy watching movies and music to for the family. However, there was a shadow that continually appeared within our household.

At times when my brothers and me came home and found our parents in an intense argument that one time I heard them arguing and ran up the steps to living room saw our that father yelling at mother. I started crying saying Stop It Just Stop It!. My parents heard me and mother came over to me toward the couch, saying, Stop it, stop it! I then just ran back toward my room when I fell and hit my head on the couch handle and was crying in pain, seeing double vision and began screaming like as my brothers and sister were upset as well. My mother took me into the bathroom and calmed me down apologizing and put a cold rag over my eyes. She told me to keep it over my eyes for a little while and I just listen to her. Still trying to tell myself that my parents loved each other in some type of way hoping things would go back to normal our that father still had to go work late. Sidney would still watch us when she could but then mother and that father started having oldest brother Terance watch us when that father had to leave for work. Often when our mother came home from work, she was exhausted and did not want to be bothered with us. One time we had made a mess of the house and when mother came home, she would let us have it and we just head up to our rooms even when she had a difficult day at work too. But, despite how many times it happened we still loved her dearly.

For a couple of years, we stayed in Camden, then in 1980 our parents decided they wanted to move to Philadelphia, around Southwest. Moving to the big city we could only afford a small house and it was quite a transition for us all even me though the school was only couple blocks down the street. We had to cross this big expressway to get to school which was often dangerous. Called The Sanders School, it was a large building. I was a little nervous so my brothers and I continued to stick together at the new school as that father told us to be brave.

When we went to this school and I was 12yrs old and in 7th grade. We tried to be brave as some of the students were nice but many weren’t that they tried to mess with me at times. The month of September seemed to go by quickly that it soon was October and getting a little cold out. I went to school staying quiet and shy that when the last class was over, I ran right outside to meet Terance and Jevone so we can walk home together. We start talking to each other asking how our day was at school as this was our only time to have some kids fun before we get home as our parents were still stressed out since we moved.

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TEST OF TURMOIL

O ne day, after coming home from school, we were relaxing playing around in the house when we received a phone call from the factory saying our that father had been hurt on the job. We were all Upset and unsure of the extent of his injury so Terance called mother at work and told her that father was hurt on the job and they took him to hospital. Mother left work early and went to the hospital while we anxiously waited at home for news on our that father. Hours went by before our mother called us saying she was with him and that he had broken his left arm.

They took a few x-rays and found that father had broken bones in his elbows and was advised to stay in the hospital for a while. We then tried to reach out to family members available to drive mother and that father home in our family car when he is discharged. Still my siblings and me waiting at the house hoping he was okay and healing that father was in the hospital for couple of weeks and our mother took off work to be with us kids and help more at home. While we went to school, she stayed home with Bernadette and Kevin keeping the house together. It was hard for us to go to school and concentrate under these circumstances that each day she would tell us not to cry and that he would be home soon. That made all of us feel better but we still missed him a lot as mother had to do everything and it was also difficult that she had to catch the bus every time she went to the hospital to see him.

That week was she did a lot but that Friday mother called us after we came home from school saying our that father would be coming home. We were able to get family drive that father car home with mother in it as he had a brace on both his arms and wasn’t able to bend it so he wasn’t going back to work any time soon.

When he came thru the door, we were so happy to see him and loved our that father and knew he worked hard to make ends meet for the family. It was Upsetting to see him in such pain and during the first few days he was home we were happy to see him. Our joy was cut short when our mother received a phone call saying the cake factory blamed that father for the accident and would not be paying any extra money while he was out of work.

With his arms hurt he needed to rest and heal so he was limited on any activity even the slightest mobility. I tried to take on the role as leader and calm everybody down but still that father was becoming more Upset with his inability to be the strong figure he once was. In addition, our mother felt increased pressure each day as well especially regarding the only one bringing in money for the family.

November was approaching and Thanksgiving was not far away with mother working constantly and still had to take care of that father at night too. Just when she was about to reach her breaking point, we received some good news. The cake factory was still going to pay him a paycheck every two weeks as the investigation of what happened was complete. This was such a blessing for our family.

However, I began to see changes in mother that she was becoming less patient and would start yelling if the house was a mess or dishes had been left in the sink. The stress she endured of having to make dinner, take care of that father and two babies was getting to her. That father would often hit us if we didn’t listen to her, still he tried helping her but he couldn’t stand long enough to do anything. This continued through November making Thanksgiving an unhappy time Then December came and went without much hope for a Christmas celebration either.

Then something happened that none of us expected. Mother became unhappy with the house, saying it was too expensive and that we couldn’t afford it. We wondered why now and where are we going to move? That made that father so Upset that he was yelling repeatedly, We can’t move we only been here five months! Mother still wanted to leave and we were told that we would be moving before December 31st.

Me, Terance, and Jevone went to a new school as I was so scared and didn’t talk much, staying to myself. As the weeks went, I was doing okay with unfamiliar environment. Every day, when I got home from school, the family would be packing up things; at times this went all through the night. It was becoming an everyday occurrence from scrubbing the walls to putting everything we didn’t wear into trash bags. Before we knew it there was only one week left before Christmas and I didn’t see any shopping going on. I guessed mother and that father were using our Christmas money to get a moving van for our new home.

Coming home one day on a Wednesday in December, that father was in his room lying in bed. I asked him if he was okay and he said he needed his pain pills. I gave them to him with something to drink. I asked how we going to move all our stuff to the other house. He said that guess he would be driving because mom can’t and we didn’t know anyone else who could. He then told me to close the door and take care of Bernadette and Kevin. I just walked away thinking that idea was completely .

Days passed by and the weekend arrived with things not going any better because we were still cleaning and packing up, moving furniture toward the door so it be easier to get everything into the truck. My brothers and me were doing most of the work and mother helped as best as she could.

Soon it was the week of Christmas and we didn’t have a tree up, which wasn’t a surprising. Toward the end of that week that father was telling us we would be moving on December 24th so we could be in the new house by the end of the weekend. I was focused on packing up my things when I came home that Thursday from school. On December 23rd, with two days left before moving, that father had us putting things in the garage that we didn’t get to bed until midnight.

That Friday, we went to school barely awake but still made it through the rest of the day. I didn’t want to get detention as I was leaving school early walking with Jevone and Terance. They told me they didn’t want to move either and didn’t understand why we were in the first place. One thing was for sure, if we asked why we would be yelled at or even hit, so we kept our mouths shut.

When we got home, that father was watching Bernadette and Kevin. He told us that we had to have everything moved into the truck so we could take it over to the new place that evening. We started to move items and later when mother came home, that father could then drive our things over there. Mother was tired when she came home from work but she knew we were going to be moving all through the evening and night. We were packing and packing waiting on that father to come back with the moving van repeatedly. Moving furniture from each bedroom; taking the beds apart, then moved the dressers, bringing them down the steps as close as we could toward the garage and the front door.

Later in the evening, when that father came back with the van, we began to move our belongings into the truck, however, that fathers’ arms were hurting him badly from lifting. He was walking slowly soon had to sit down, watching as Jevone, Terance and me got into the truck. Later, we were heading to the new house and were extremely tired as it was after nine at night. While we continued to load the truck, we knew it would take a couple of trips before we would be finished as we continued until almost 1am in the morning. All of us were dead tired, but had successfully moved everything into the new house. It wasn’t a neat job but it was the best we could do under the circumstances.

That night we went to bed laying on the floor with no beds. We were all thinking about tomorrow and how it would be Christmas day. With all the work we were doing we forgot about it, yet we still hoped we would receive some type of surprise.

When I woke up the next day it was noon, that’s how tired me and my brothers were. We didn’t pay attention to the fact it was Saturday or even Christmas day. We were able to check out the house and found that it was a little bigger but had no backyard to play in. Mother and that father said the house was our Christmas present though they did buy small toys for each of us.

When my brothers woke up, we ate cereal for breakfast and then continued putting all the furniture where mother wanted it, including the beds for each room. It took the whole weekend to finish and there was no time to enjoy our toys or to relax. Time was going by as we continued to fix up each room, taking the dresser Upstairs too as it was getting later toward afternoon.

We heard kids playing outside but we weren’t about to go outside. Later, after we finally got some time to rest, mom and dad came back later in the evening bringing us some food for dinner to eat. All I knew, was that moving into the new house was going to bring the same old problems just at a different address.

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S unday was all about cleaning and moving items around. Then we had to get ready to go back to school on Monday, which meant going to bed earlier than before. This was because we had to get up earlier due to the walk being longer to Saint Middle School. Although he couldn’t driver mother to work, she asked that father to walk with her to the trolley as we walked to school. The new school was a hard adjustment for me as the kids seemed loud and bold. My brothers on the other hand were adjusting already but I was having an extremely nervous tough time getting thru the first day of school. Eventually I made it through that day and waited for my brothers to walk home with me. We talked about the nice house we had in Camden and having to leave it for the new one. The new school was okay were we had no choice but to adjust.

When we got home, our that father was waiting for us at the door and wanted us to help him with Bernadette and Kevin. He was also angry saying that one of us needed to go to store to pick up some groceries. He was still not feeling well enough to drive, so Kevin and I walked to the store. With this new chore that father gave us, we had to hurry up back home so we could complete our homework. I barely saw my mother once she got home because she was mad and tired from work so I quickly went Upstairs trying not to get yelled at or hit.

With today Thursday, last day of school before the new year, I woke up and just wanted to get this day over with and start the New Year off better.

That father returned home from taking mother to work and we headed to school and that was our last day of school in 1980 with a good day and nobody was mad or upset. We just couldn’t wait to get out of there and go home, as I did well through all my classes with no problems and no issues with any of the kids. I didn’t feel nervous that day at all and as my classmates were cracking jokes that laughing with them felt great.

My last class was art a happy class as that I ran out of the classroom and waited for my brothers so we could get out of there out there and head home. We didn’t want to get caught up in anything silly that Terance, Jevone, and me ran like from school. Looking to have a long weekend hoping it be a peaceful with our family that when I got home saw that father was still in a lot of pain, He asked me to go meet mother at the trolley stop and I just agreed.

When I got to the trolley, there was