About the Author
Every since I was a small child I’ve always had the feeling that something or someone was watching over me. I’ve always knew who God was or at least in the most basic form in regards to the category the world puts him in, but anything further than that was never really touched upon in the early years. My mom and my grandmother made sure I knew that Jesus was real, but anything in regards to church or organized religion was never elaborated on—at least not in the right way. As I emerged into my pre-teens I began to think that the modern day church was much too tainted for God to ever be apart of it. That mindset was based solely off of those who claimed to be his representatives, but displayed none of the characteristics of the Jesus I knew. By the time I reached my tenth grade year in high school I was just like any normal teenage boy trying to understand his role in existence. I believe the only difference was I felt like I actually had a true purpose, but I didn’t know where to start looking and I was too frustrated with God to really see it right off the bat. I’ve always felt like God was there with me and due to the absence of my actual father I believe he acted as my heavenly father and my earthly father. However, just like earthly fathers and their children, there were always things that were a mystery or not understood on my end, which caused anger and frustration within me toward God. I questioned God about many things in my life, why we were poor, why I felt so different—as if I didn’t belong, why was there a struggle with everything that I did and why couldn’t anything ever come easy? It wasn’t until later that I got my answers. He was shaping me and molding me for what was to come, and I haven’t quite figured out what it is yet, but I believe the time is almost here. During my tenth grade year in high school God began to show me supernatural things and how things worked in the spiritual realm in regards to the light and the darkness. Of course back then I didn’t even know where the ideas came from, but I knew the stories that began to form in my mind were more than just fiction—it was something that was divinely inspired as well as a personal biography. As I’ve gotten older I have come to see that God used everyone around me, whether they believed in him or not, to get his point across to me in some way shape or form. I am now twenty-four years old and because of the tests that God has put me through I absolutely adore my friends, family, and all those he used. Before starting this book I was talking with the Lord and I was explaining to him how I loved martial artists and all of the things they could accomplish in combat using their body alone. I remember the Lord said, “There was a time when those type of talents were needed most in the world, but now—those are not the type of warriors that I am looking for.” The story that you are about to read is indeed a tale of those types of warriors that God spoke of.