Alleys of Your Mind: Release Your Mind and the Rest Will Follow

By Sharon Boykin

This book chronicles the deliverance of a young woman--who lived in Detroit, Michigan--from the clutches of Satan and witchcraft as Jesus Christ became more real to her than life itself. She always knew she had psychic abilities and thought the use of it in witchcraft was the right way, but God opened her eyes to see that gifts and callings are without repentance from God. He made her and gifted her uniquely for a specific purpose of deliverance for herself and others through the Word of God.

Alleys of your Mind delves into the nooks and crannies of our minds that hold the silent thoughts, the unkempt, forgotten, damp, and dark places, those back-and-forth places of sin that we do not discuss or share with others or ever hope they find out about us. The author desires to "save with fear while pulling them out of the fire, hating even the garment stained by the flesh" (Jude 23 MEV). The book unfolds as she travels across the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans in search of a better life and freedom from past hurts to fall into the arms of Jesus Christ while living in a pagan and foreign land.

Sometimes, God must take us from what we know to places that are unknown to capture the heart and the alleys of the mind for his glory!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Sep 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9781685708795

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Alleys of Your Mind

Release Your Mind and the Rest Will Follow

Sharon Boykin

ISBN 978-1-68570-878-8 (paperback)

ISBN 979-8-88540-068-8 (hardcover)

ISBN 978-1-68570-879-5 (digital)

Copyright © 2022 by Sharon Boykin

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Table of Contents

About the Author

To my dear sister, Sandra Strong, you have been a constant strong presence my entire life. We are very close in age. You taught me so much in life, starting when we were very young. How to crochet, knit, latch hook, go through labor, and care for my newborns and even how to eat cotton candy. We've been up and down, sideways, and all around. You kept up with me and tried to keep me safe, and I truly thank God for you! You protected me and fought with me and for me. Thank you for every sacrifice you ever made for me, you, and your family. I never thought you liked or loved me sometimes. I thank you for doing the most for me which was telling me I need to be saved. I'm so very proud of you. I dedicate this book to you with much love. May you continually be blessed with long life and good health and happiness!

One of my favorite scriptures that I live by is and will always be Matthew 6:33 (KJV): But seek ye first the kingdom of God and all his righteousness; and all these other things shall be added unto you.

I greet you all in the name of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ! Continue with me, and I will share with you my experiences that, still today, pierce my soul. I have got to stay anchored in the Lord Jesus.

In 1987, I was laying across the bed, and I got a phone call from Chandra, a friend from high school. I had not heard from her in a while. As a matter of fact, the last time I heard from her, she was strung out on drugs bad. I mean I was sitting there watching her smoke crack, and she looked at me and pointed her finger and said, Don't you ever let me see you smoking crack ever; leave it alone. I don't want you to ever do this as she continued to smoke. We had just walked down from her grandmother's house to a friend's house. All the furniture was pushed to the back of the house at the kitchen and half of the dining room.

They stood at the edge of the dining room. I know now she was just taking me so I could hold her baby. I had just come from work, so I was dressed up and had not changed; she called me to say she was back in the neighborhood, so I wanted to see her. Chaun, who is normally extra in looking good, just looked average and plain and tired. When I got to her grandmother's house, she asked me to take her to Eastland Mall so she could get her son something to wear on Easter Sunday, which was going to be the next day; I took her, and we shopped at JCPenney, and she tried to use a JCPenney card that did not work. She even went down to the credit/customer service desk, and they were like, Nope. I could tell she was distant, just kind of daydreaming, and she was asking questions but wasn't listening to my answers to that kind of thing we always talked about, but it was very different.

She wasn't all the way there. I can truly say that I was disappointed in that trip because we normally would have laughed and talked about guys or something interesting; again, she looked like herself. I didn't know nothing what was really going on. I said okay, and we left and went back to her grandmother's house about a mile and a half from mine. She then said, Come on, walk with me. And I started walking with her; I didn't know she was on drugs.

I thank God for his blood covering, Lord, I do. Chaundra was one of those functional addicts. I guess she always was looking nice when I saw her always pulled together. She still had her good job, or so I thought. I did not know she had been let go weeks earlier. When we got down there, I really didn't want to go in, but she had never led me anywhere too crazy, and after I saw all that was happening at this friend's house, I left her there after a few quick minutes. I told her I had to go; they were already smoking crack with about five or six people.

I called back about a week later, and I was talking to her aunt, and she told me she lost the job and that she was strung out; she also told me that she found out it was that bad because, one morning, Chaundra was rambling through the dresser drawer looking for toothpaste because her aunt had hidden it so she would know when she came back in the house. It's crazy; that was never her, and I was shocked. She was always groomed to the T, fresh teeth, hair, makeup and expensive clothing always. I was so shocked to hear this news, but it all made sense because I looked back and thought that's what was going wrong with her that day. She called me a month later to come and get her from her grandmother's. I am a very loyal friend until I am not for crazy reasons, so I hang in there. I will leave you alone too, but I try, and I try, and I try… I went to pick her up again; she was unkempt, hair, nails. She had on a little like a summer top and some shorts and no makeup. I was better prepared because her aunt Maxine had tipped me to what was really going on. I took her to my apartment; she showered, and I washed her hair, and I cooked something, not much, just something fun and gave her another T-shirt and braided her hair. I did not hear from her until she called me to go to the Bahamas; several months passed before I heard from Chandra.

I had moved away from the one across one of the biggest cemeteries in Detroit on the Eastside on Six Mile Road. It was weird living there, and strange things had happened too. Thick white mist moved through that apartment often; yes, I was scared. But I did not discuss it much because if I did; I would hear talking all night but real faint. I went and got her again when I moved to a nicer more modern remodeled apartment on Seven Mile Road with a much better view. We had fun laughing and talking about old times, and she told me she was going to do better. The next morning, on my way to my mom's house, I took her back to the house on Mack where her grandmother lived.

So when I got this phone call months later, I was very taken aback like, Wow!

She said, You want to go to Bahamas with me?

I was, Girl, where you been?

She said, I've been traveling and I went to rehab, and I've been to Miami a lot and to the Bahamas a few times, just traveling."

She mentioned an old boyfriend of hers she used to date years before. I didn't know him, but she was crazy about him, but every time Chaundra dated someone, she was crazy about them.

I told her, Girl, I don't have that kind of money.

She said, That's alright. I'll pay for everything including your food; you don't have to worry about anything.

Well, no, I better not go.

She was alright, and we talked a little small talk; we got off the phone. I laid back across the bed. After about ten minutes, I called her back.

I said, Yeah, I'll go. I'll go. When?

She said it will be in about four days, so I started packing and calling a few people telling them where I was going: to Nassau Bahamas, Paradise Island with my girl Chaundra. No one wanted me to go. I found out later, but no one said anything I wanted to hear. It appeared on the phone like she had went to rehab because she sounded like one and said she was looking and feeling great, and she sounded like her old self again, which was so much better; that brought me time to get on the plane. I forgot who dropped us off at the airport, but she came over the night before, and by now, I had moved back in with my mom. Sometimes, you need to do that if you do it respectfully. We arrived together. She seemed sleepy; we were almost the only ones on the plane to Miami, and we stretched out! Wherever we flew into to get to the Bahamas, little did I know events were about to happen that I had never been involved in. God protected me every step of the way. We had our Louis Vuitton and Gucci and everything else ready. We were real Eastside Detroit girls, I thought, just enjoying life on a girl's trip.

We stayed at a top-notch condo. It had all the amenities and was in the higher end part of town right on the main strip with all the condos and where the tourists are that had a lot of disposable cash. We shopped, ate, and then went to the bar and off the water right away after getting dressed; we met a lot of people, and she already knew a lot of them. When we got there, we were picked up by a guy named Kevin; he was handsome, tall, and light-skin, and muscular like a bodyguard, not like a bouncer; he was very well-groomed and observant. He stayed in the master's bedroom with us at that condo. I had a room, and Chaundra had a room. We had food and a big pool out front, tennis courts, grills, balconies, palm trees, pools, and Jacuzzi's and fountains; that was the view from the condo capped off with