As the prison door slammed behind me, I found myself with plenty of time on my hands to think about how my life had taken such a traumatic turn. I was incarcerated and charged with a double homicide. The grief was a weight that would seem to carry me into the darkest place of hell. All I had ever known was darkness as I had been tormented throughout my life by unwelcome and unholy visitors that tried to squeeze the last breath out of me. Dreams, nightmares, physical manifestations of the demonic plagued me since childhood. My constant companions and worst enemies were fear and despair. It seemed that I was born just to be crushed by the very hand of Satan until three small words changed my life forever: PEACE, BE STILL. I would travel through a horrible valley but sometimes it is in the valleys, when all hope seems to be gone, that you meet the One who can change your direction. I met Him briefly one night as I pressed the barrel of a gun to my head and then invited Him to be my Savior in the most unlikely place: prison. I was supposed to be handed over to Satan as a sacrifice at birth but God had plans for me. I would learn that those unearthly creatures that chased me throughout my lifetime were all part of the generational curses that traveled through my familial bloodline. God would teach me to destroy them through the power of the Holy Spirit but before I could, I would be taken on a journey to find out who I truly was. I am Peter Mason James and this is my story. I was born to break the curse
