I always knew God had a special purpose for me. I just didn't know what it was. With that in mind I figured I would just drift through life until He revealed His plan for me. Little did I know that I would get far more than I had ever bargained for.
Everything started when I leased property to some people that turned out to be something other than the law-abiding citizens that I believed them to be. You see, though I didn’t know it at the time, they were using my property to grow marijuana.
Back then, I was a contractor who could build anything. Before everything happened, I was building cabins and a fishing dock for a national forest campground. One day, after work, I was driving through a very secluded area that was probably at least ten miles from the nearest house. Out of the blue, my cell phone range and I answered it, even though the number came up as unknown.
On the other end of the line, a male voice asked, "Is this Joseph Steward?" I told him it was, and asked who was calling.
He told me that his name was "Jack" and he was with the DEA. He explained that he was in a green 4x4, said he was following me and that he wanted me to pull over so we could talk. I told him that if he thought I was going to stop in the middle of nowhere and talk to a stranger, he must have had a few screws loose. If there was anything that needed to be said, I was listening, and he could say it over the phone. Unexpectedly, the phone went dead.
Suddenly, a Dodge Diesel 4x4 pickup pulled up next to me, swerving like he wanted to run me off the road. I guess Jack had a bit of a temper, and didn’t like my attitude. Unfortunately for him though, me and my trusty one ton ford pickup didn’t scare that easily. After a few more swerves, my phone started ringing again.
I answered, and Jack’s voice repeated his request that I pull over immediately and talk.
I explained that I really didn’t want to talk to him after he had attempted to run me off the road, and that he had best stop trying before I lost my patience.
The phone went dead again.
Deciding I had enough of the entire situation, I called 91 and explained what was going on.
The operator told me to head to the closest town, and not to pull over under any circumstances I sped up and made my way towards the small town about twenty miles out with someone claiming to be the DEA chasing after me like a bat out of hell.
When I got into town, I drove to the small gas station the 911 operator had told me to meet the local police. With four cop cars waiting for me I thought I was safe.
I couldn't have been more wrong.
After pulling into the lot right behind me, Jack got out of his truck and pulled out his DEA badge. With a smug smirk on his face, he told the police he was in charge and that they had to leave immediately. Another person got out of Jack’s truck and walked up to my door. He opened it and pulled me out of my truck. Then he spun me around and slapped a heavy pair of handcuffs onto my wrists. I tried to hit redial on my cellphone, and started yelling that I was calling 9 ll.
My efforts were in vain, as the man grabbed my phone, shut it off and threw it in the back of my truck."
As I watched the local cop cars drive away, a black SUV with tinted windows pulled up into the lot. Jack and his companion dragged me to the SUV. As I struggled, Jack gave me a wicked grin and told me that we were going to have that talk now. Meanwhile, someone from the SUV took my truck and left with another DEA agent following in the truck Jack had chased me in.
I asked Jack where they were going with my truck. He curtly told me that his fellow federal agents were going to search my house and other properties. Then, still smirking, he added a sarcastic “By the way, thanks for consenting to our search.
I cursed a few times and told him that they didn't have my consent to do anything. As far as I was concerned, they were stealing my truck and illegally taking me into custody.
Jack didn’t seem concerned about my objections though saying "Don't worry about it. Things will be okay."
With me handcuffed in the back seat of the black SUV, Jack drove to my house. When we arrived I was left under the watchful eye of a very large man, while Jack walked onto my property. I had leased out to a guy who looked like an old biker and two Mexicans. As far as I know none of them were ever heard from again. When Jack came back, he told me that the DEA had found a few thousand marijuana plants. They left me there and told me not to leave.
Two days later Jack returned and gave me a search warrant signed by a judge a day and a half after their initial search. Even though it was valid I thought it was useless. It didn't say they could seize anything.
I didn’t hear anything from the feds or any cops for about six months after that. Even though I didn’t want to, my lawyer talked me into filing a suit that asserted my rights had been violated by illegal government activity. That got the DEA’s attention, and not in a good way.
The government's remedy for my lawsuit for the violation of my constitutional rights was to formally charge me with growing marijuana. If they convicted me, my lawsuit would lose all merit and be thrown out.
In retrospect, it was a foregone conclusion, but I was still surprised when they convicted me only two days after the trial began. On top of throwing out my lawsuit I was sentenced to ten years in prison. I guess they wanted to give me time to think about how foolish I was to ever go against the government, even though they were clearly wrong.
After three-and-a-half years of being outraged and depressed, I started thinking about my upbringing and life. For answers, I turned to the Bible, and started reading it regularly. It brought me comfort, and I immersed myself in the parables and verses to keep my mind off of my situation.
The Bible I had reminded me of the one my mother used to read out of. It was an interlinear Bible, one of the ones that have the original text in Hebrew and Greek next to the English translations.
With nothing else to do, I read the entirety of the Bible several times. With every reading I started to make more connections that I hadn’t noticed the previous times, linking parts of Revelation with verses in Daniel and Isaiah, as well as the rest of the books. With every connection I made, my understanding of the work increased, letting me make even more connections that I would have otherwise missed. It was like a snowball rolling down a hill, growing bigger and rolling faster with every revolution.
Eventually, I wanted someone else to see what I had learned.
I started writing to Jessica a friend I had known since I was very young. As kids she couldn’t say my name right, so she just called me “J”. Being a kid, I called her “J” right back. Even though we were much older now, we still addressed each other in the same way.
We had a relationship that was what you might be called unusual. We really cared about each other but never took it to the next step. That was probably why we were still close, after all these years. However, if I ever decided that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with someone, I wanted it to be her.
I wrote a lot of letters to Jessica. She looked at them objectively, and after a little research of her own, she agreed with my conclusions. My letters to her started the whole next chain of events that were soon to occur.
I was in a camp at this point in my sentence. It's federal prison, but there aren’t any fences and staff is minimal. If you really wanted to, you could just walk away, and enjoy a few hours of freedom before they found you and put you in a place not nearly as nice.
In federal prison, its routine practice for all mail to be opened and read, or scanned into a computer and checked for contraband. At the time I didn't know this policy also applied to the camp level, but it did. In fact, it was this letter that got everything started.
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"Lately I've been thinking about the government. It seems like the choices they make are completely wrong. Like, it’s almost as if they’re destroying the economy and driving the world into chaos on purpose. It’s like they want to bring humanity to the edge of destruction.
I want you to see this though, I’m still reading the Bible a lot. Have I told you that I’m using the interlinear Bible? You know the one with the original Hebrew and Greek words, doing research to see just how accurate the translations actually are. There are a few minor differences, but they all have the same basic message. I mean, Adam sinned. Jesus came and redeemed us. He's coming back to rule. Everything else just explains how all this is happening.
Recently, this caught my eye. Check out the original Greek wording in Revelation 16:13, 14. Here's what it says:
"'And I saw out of the mouth of the dragon, and out of the· mouth of the beast, and out of the mouth of the false prophet, spirits three unclean like frogs: THEY ARE FOR SPIRITS of demons doing signs, which go forth to the kings of the Earth.'
"This puts it a bit different than how most Bibles word it. Normally, the verse reads, "FOR THEY ARE SPIRITS" doing signs going to the kings." They've moved the words around. The true wording doesn’t say that they ARE demons, but that they are FOR demons and they go forth to the kings of the Earth. This implies that the kings or rulers of the Earth are demons, because the spirits like frogs are FOR the demons and they go to the kings, meaning the demons are the kings.
"If you look at what’s going on these days, that doesn’t really seem all that hard to believe, especially if you consider how current rulers treat their people. This got me to thinking about Luke 17, or Matthew 24, where Jesus said the end days would be just like the days of Noah. I started thinking about the wicked angels of Noah's day. They materialized, took human bodies and did whatever they wanted. They basically ruled over mankind just like a government.
"A couple days later I was reading about God's kingdom in Daniel, especially Daniel 2:44. I just kept going over it again and again for some reason. I knew I was looking at something important, but couldn’t put my finger on what it was. Then it hit me while I was reading Daniel 2:43 where it talks about the kingdoms being mixed. Let me quote it:
"'And whereas thou saw iron mixed with miry clay, they shall mingle themselves with the seed of men; but they shall not cleave one to another, even as iron is not mixed with clay.'
"Other translations actually read, 'Sealing their alliance [with mankind] by intermarriage.'
This reminded me of what I had read earlier in Revelation with the kings or rulers being demons. Everything has happened before, just like they did in Noah’s day. So now there are three places where God speaks about this in the Bible. It's starting to come together.
"Well, J, this letter is getting a bit long, so I’ll end things here. I'll keep reading. I have a couple of other things I'd love to share with you and get your opinion on. I'll put them in my next letter; or better yet, we can talk about them in person if you come and see me.
"Love always, J."
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