A Journey to Freedom, the Divine Dreamer

By Dr Adrian Maurice Jenkins

Considering, the inevitable calamities of life, A Journey to Freedom, the Divine Dreamer offers everyone an understanding of God's best for us in our darkest moments. This manuscript is a testimony of the author's faith and trust in God which constantly provides strength that surpasses all understanding.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9798886446265

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A Journey to Freedom, the Divine Dreamer

Adrian Maurice Jenkins

ISBN 979-8-88644-625-8 (Paperback)

ISBN 979-8-88644-626-5 (Digital)

Copyright © 2022 Adrian Maurice Jenkins

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Table of Contents

Preface

My Life's Story: Growing Up as a Little Child

What the Life of an Addict Goes Through

Life Inside the Prison's Walls

Dealing with Illiteracy

Modern-Day Slavery

Love Affairs of Different Women

Lurking Spirits

Divine Dreamer

The Acceptance of Christ

About the Author

To several different individuals. First and foremost, my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, who is, indeed, the head of my life, and for making it all possible! Secondly, to my beloved mother, father, and to each of my siblings, all of whom I love dearly. And lastly, my adorable nieces, nephews, and all other relatives and friends, living or dead—to you, this book is affectionately dedicated.

Preface

This book is spiritually discerned and has been constructed in a manner that will be both inspirational, as well as educational, in providing firsthand knowledge to its readers. It is also believed to be equipped with edifying the soul and has given me great pleasure in sharing the testimony of my life with countless others. What a joy to share with many others through my personal trials and tribulations. A few years ago today, the Spirit of God came upon me and moved me to write, prophesy, and much more. The thoughts that are in the book are not my natural thoughts, but the supernatural thoughts of the Holy Spirit that is working through me. What may set this book apart from many others, perhaps, would be that in it you will find that God, in visions and in dreams, has revealed to me such matters that are pertinent to his revelation that has left me with the assurance of two most certain facts, which are God is most definitely real as the Bible had proclaimed him to be and that God has a calling on my life in aiding the gospel of Christ. I invite the readers to look with me at numerous visions. I do so because these visions which we all need to know of are, in fact, the exact warnings you will find written in the book of Revelation. It is my pleasure to declare the miraculous signs and wonders that the Most High (God) has performed on me. How great are his signs and how mighty his wonders, you ask? For God may speak in one way, or in another, yet man does not perceive it. In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls upon men, while slumbering on their beds, it is then that he opens the ears of men, and seals their instructions (Job 33:14–16). All glory, honor, praise, and thanksgiving for this book belong to our Lord Jesus Christ. The mystical insights contained hereby which could only be known by revelation alone. God had revealed through the contents of this book. Any comparison to the writing of this book is entirely coincidental as the author has given an account of his life, trials, and intimate knowledge of God. A Journey to Freedom, the Divine Dreamer, is an inspiring and compelling story which is a must-read.

Chapter 1

My Life's Story: Growing Up as a Little Child

The reason why biographies are so limited on the market today is simply because people do not have the time or the patience to sit down and to give a written history of their life. And perhaps it may be logical to assume that there are many people who may think that there has been nothing significant about the life they have lived in terms of writing a book. This is not a proven fact, but it may help to explain our country having experienced so many suicidal casualties. This harsh reality has often occurred when we allow the unfortunate turn of events and difficulties in life to take away our focus from the one distinct life that we have each been given as an individual by God. And allow ourselves to envy the success of the more fortunate individuals who we feel are no more deserving of materialist possessions than we have accrued.

But my goal is to assure everyone that each of us do in fact have a phenomenal testimony that needs to be shared with the world. The Bible says that one day we will all stand before God's throne and give an account for our life. It is also stated that our daily ventures (good or bad) is kept recorded in God's heavenly books. In fact, this is the phenomenon of each and every human being life. I believe it would be good to tell the story of my life. Doing so will give me the opportunity to be grateful to God and to those who has continued to believe in me. Telling my story also reminds me that I could go back to where I was if I forget the wonderful things that have been given to me or forget that God is the guide who keeps me on this path. My name is Adrian Maurice Jenkins, and I am a state's prisoner who is presently serving a three-year sentence at the Georgia Department of Correction.

Prior to my confinement, God had given me a very intense desire of writing this book. It is my constant and fervent prayer that the contents will make a positive difference into the life of at least one soul, if not a million. Because when one lost soul has been saved, all the angels in heaven rejoice.

The names of all individuals referred to will be changed from their birth names throughout the course of this book in an effort to protect their true identities.

I am a native of Louise, a very small town in the state of Mississippi. I was raised by both of my parents of whom I have great love and admiration. I grew up in a loving home. We had our problems—what family doesn't? But there was no abuse, verbal or physical, and it certainly couldn't be said my parents didn't do the best they could by us. My mom and dad both worked extremely hard in their efforts to support me and my siblings. And I am grateful of the support they have given. My siblings consist of five sisters and five brothers, seven of whom, biologically, are my half-siblings. Personally, I have always felt that I was the black sheep of the family. This was probably due to my constant participation into some illegal or immoral scams. If there is nothing else to praise the Lord, for, I praise Him that none of them turn out to be like me.

My memories of my childhood are prevalent starting around the tender age of seven. Even at this tender age, the personal awareness of God was definitely in my life. I can still remember vividly warning my younger cousins and uncles of how God was going to punish them if they did wrong! What happened to that fear, one may ask? Well, this is where the memories of my life's story begin, around mid-1976. I was a good kid to begin with, one who feared God at a very early age. But somehow my behavior soon led to stealing candy out of the neighborhood stores, smoking marijuana, dropping out of school, taking money from my own mother's purse when left unattended, smoking crack, and eventually going to prison.

The small town I was raised in did not have a population to exceed fifteen thousand people. It's no wonder everyone knew everyone. We lived on a gravel road at approximately two miles outside of town, and in between town and our home in a sequence fashion. There would be maybe six or so houses here or six or so houses there (every quarter of a mile apart). And I remember the day when the county commissioner had decided on having the gravel roads paved in our region. I was a little older than eight at the time the construction got underway. I remember the sight of all the huge equipment. In my childish mind, I had feared that with the roads now being paved, the traffic would become more extreme which would interfere with our childhood activities. My uncle, three cousins, and I, who were all ranging in practically the same age bracket, would take an old tire, fill it with dirt, then roll them as fast and as far as we could. The thrill that we got from the enormous cloud of dust that would form can't even start to be put into words. Our other activities included bike riding, shooting BB guns, tree climbing, hide-and-seek, tag, and sometimes we would even chase chickens. Boy, those were good times!

During these times, we would occasionally take cigarettes from a grownup's pack when they were left unattended. The five of us (three cousins, my uncle, and I) would all enter my grandfather's chicken coop were we would take turns blowing huge clouds of smoke into the air. One particular day, after stealing and smoking the cigarettes, we had to exit the chicken coop in a hurry. It had only been approximately twenty minutes upon entering the coop when we noticed that it was engulfed in flames. I knew that it had resulted from the cigarettes I had—moments earlier—attempted to have put out. When my grandfather noticed the coop blazing, I suddenly remembered the God that I feared. I silently said a prayer to myself, May my soul rest in peace!

My grandfather emerged from the house, yelling frantically, These kids done set fire to my hen house! And in his hand he carried a single pail of water as if he believed to have extinguished the fire with it. The chicken coop was completely destroyed, and although none of us owned up to our actions, I felt really bad for what we had done.

It was shortly after the age of seven that my behavior had become apparently obvious to no one except my beloved grandmother (maternal side). She had a voice that I can still remember, as if she had just warned me yesterday, stating, Son, you are going to find yourself in jail or in someone's graveyard by the age of eighteen if you do not change your ways. And for years, I had trouble excepting the harsh reality of my grandmother's warnings as being appropriate to an eight-year-old child's behavior. But today, February 17, 2004, being incarcerated has proven me wrong. My grandmother passed away in 1978 (May her soul rest in peace).

I was only ten years old at the time of her departure, and it was during these times that we started living on the outskirts of the city limits. My parents would occasionally drive me and my siblings into town for treats about twice a week. We would each be given a dollar or two to purchase treats such as cookies, chips, sodas, etc. This was when I began to take items from the neighborhood stores without any intention of paying the stated price.

Why? I really didn't know. My mother and father had always been hardworking, law-abiding citizens. Neither of my parents has ever been arrested in their entire lives for any reason that I can recall, and they have both reached the age of sixty. So trying to explain what happened is like trying to explain from where the wind begins and where it stops. There would be times when I would steal so much stuff that it became literally difficult to keep my parents from becoming aware of my actions. But somehow I managed to stay undetected on their radar screen.

I had a workable system. I would purchase a cheap item so that I could be seen at the counter paying and keep the remainder of the money in my pocket. This proved to be so beneficial that I soon started to take monies from my mother's purse without her permission anytime it was left unattended.

At around this time, I was in the fourth grade (should have been fifth grade, I had retained in the second grade). My mother would seem to have had lots of money whenever I would go into her purse. So I started by taking five dollars, which quickly increased to eight dollars by week's end. I continued this from the age of ten until I was approximately fifteen. My behavior then only escalated into my taking more money at any given