Daniel Frees Father Michael

       Chapter Fifty-Two

          Daniel Frees Father Michael     

 Michael

It was mid-evening Friday at the jail 3 days after the funeral. Daniel was released from the hospital and was placed in the same jail I was. Daniel and I have been incarcerated for the murders that were committed by Daniel. The authorities had learned that he was my son by my admission. They found out that Martina Figorora was a good friend of mine who told me her confessions. Since Daniel was my son, they assumed that I worked along with him in silence while he committed the murders. We are not supposed to share the confessions of anyone to no one outside of the sacred booth. I was under an oath of sacred secrecy by the Vatican. It is a rule, but it was an internal struggle with me. But, my strength to remain silent I found within myself was not based upon my dedication to the faith it was based upon the reality that this man was my son. So, they were right about me in a sense. We were placed inside the same area in the jail but in separate cells in a long hallway. We were going to be interrogated at some time. I never felt so helpless and humiliated in my life and then something happened. I was lying back on the bunk bed in my cell and suddenly I heard Daniel’s voice echoing in the walls of the cell holding hallway.

Daniel

“And when he had apprehended him, he put him in prison, and delivered him to four quaternion of soldiers to keep him intending after Passover to bring him forth to the people. Peter therefore was kept in prison but prayer was made without ceasing of the church unto God for him. And when Herod would have brought him forth, the same night Peter was sleeping between two soldiers, bound with two chains and the keepers before the door kept the prison. And behold, the angel of the Lord came upon him, and a light shined in the prison. And he smote Peter on the side and raised him up saying arise up quickly, and his chains fell off from his hands.”

I got out of my bed and walked over to the cell bars, placing my hands on them, looking as if I was trying to find out what cell Daniel’s voice was coming from. It was eerie almost as if he was a ghost. I spoke out to Daniel.

Michael

That was the book of Acts Daniel, the twelfth chapter. Why do you speak these scriptures?

Daniel

I find it not a surprise that you ask me of this, father. For there are many praying for your life. Yet are there none so generous of me in their compassion and forgiving hearts. But you father are ceased with two binding chains on your freedom that their prayers cannot diminish, the chains are the reality of my mother and I. And the keepers before the door, who keep this place, have not the key to your freedom, it lye’s in the possession of another.

Michael

What are you saying to me Daniel? What do you mean in saying this?

Daniel

How does it feel father, being inside a place as this? The foul odors, the moans in the night of crying souls from violated men. The inability to heal because of being reminded every moment of what arrived you to this point in your life, by the cell bars in which are sealed before you, that you feel have cut you off from your freedom. But, who is it that has cut you from your freedom father…truly? Reality, it truly brings about a sincere humbleness. Not what your particular sect ingeniously propagates. What do you feel? Be mindful of your answer father. It is not I that speak, but the circumstances.

Michael

I don’t know Daniel. In all of this do I find it difficult to feel anything even though I’m here. I’m confused. Numb.

Daniel

So was Mary. So was I. My dear friends Bernard and Steven felt the same emptiness, void and non-feeling and yet feeling and yet so full of emotional turmoil scarring the very core of the soul. Yes, life, being sucked out of you by the abominations of men who have willingly rejected God. Not as God had intended of us, father, because of our very lives being diverted from its true path and upon another, leading to destruction. But, did none of your brethren find it in their hearts to know these simple things of the heart and mind of other people in their suffering. Because of your closed hearts and minds...you were not able to hear their cries. You were too preoccupied in causing the suffering.

His words seemed to send my mind into all kinds of visuals in the world and things that I had saw right within the community. Yes, things that even Martina told me.

Daniel

Never in your dreams would you imagine that all of those evils would lead to this very moment father as I speak to you in from this cell. The shadow of your fears caused a rebellion inside you that caused illusions within your mind of this reality, creating the lie of possibility, shunning the sheer reality of God. You thought of the possibility of this fading away.

He was correct. I so many nights thought of this entire thing going away; even in my hypocritical prayers to God mocking the fact that God established the law of Karma in the universe affecting all lives.

Daniel

Possibilities...and its illusions, have no place in the realm of reality, father. Reality does not fade away; it is the present and the present is…life. I see no understanding of your not knowing this it is the law and function of karma. Everyone must in time pay for the crimes in which they have ushered upon humanity, it is ordained by God. There is no one above the law of chastisement of reaping the evils in which they so consciously sewn, thus does the true prison begin.

I rested my forehead on the cell bars in shame as I listened to Daniel’s words. I knew that in all of my studies, our studies in the Seminar, there was a reality that we did not know other than if we experienced it. I wanted to know…

Michael

Tell me where it all began with you Daniel.

Daniel

The prison starts internally father from an external force either present or not. It was you who showed me these things. You were my greatest teacher on reality, father, a teacher who never physically stood in front of me. Yet because of your abominations, did you show me the results of an abominable man’s evils by the corrupted world in which you created for me. For even in your absence, were your sins made to be subliminal to my heart and mind as a doctrine of immorality, thus did I manifest them in my deeds upon this earth, as an advocate…. a manifestation of an evil spirit in which ruled you…. it was I whom stood before the victims with their blood about my hands. In this reality are you God to me father and I am your Adam, created from the dust. And this is the world that you created for my dwelling and me. This garden of misery, with no helpmeet to guide me back to the light of The Living God, but only to further corrupt me.

There was a brief silence and then I began to grieve because I knew that he was right. I understood him. By my not being present in his life, I help create him. I was invisible and my invisibility in his life was the evil spirit in which created him. My irresponsibility to his mother Mary killed her and it affected him, created him and motivated him. I was not there, yet there in affect that I should have been there. My absence still was misleading him. Not being there physically to guide him spiritually, as his loving father was the beginning of all of his pain and anguish and paved the fate of his terrible demise and the demise of others in his path. I realized that if there was any monster on the loose, if there was any serial killer in the city, it was I, not Daniel Vayu. Yes, it was I. He was a mere puppet for my evil, a host for my hypocrisy. A painting that I alone, drew with the strokes of immorality. I spoke out to him as if I then was one whom was confessing of my sinful faults.

Michael

I have lived my entire life, I thought, being concerned of others. I have tried my hardest to show God that I was merciful and compassionate to those who I knew not too well unlike my parents. I wanted to be unlike my father in his raising. But, those who have loved me are those who I have hurt the most in my lost soul as those who bread me. I have indeed been a hidden curse to so many lives including my own. I have neither cause nor reason to be angry towards no one but myself for all of this… There is no angel that will come for me to set me free, Daniel. I belong here, son. I’m sorry.

Daniel

No father. This is a place for people as myself. Who have killed the flesh of men and women, but have never touched the spirit of them by the humanity of The Living God to set them free from within. Despite the past, I reside here because of the conscious decisions that I alone made through my embracing the father of all lies. But the prison in which you speak of is the eternal destiny of your soul. You speak of fear and of pain, yes father the prison of your own consciousness. The truth of this is what haunts your soul, your conscience of where God lives and redeems the souls of men and women. You must walk past the gates that sewn you and enter the gates that beholds you. Repent father and you will be forever free from the Wrath of God.

I looked up in shock at Daniel’s words and I asked him…

Michael

What are you saying Daniel?

Daniel

The truths that I contain father, are the angels in which will set you free from this prison that you created for you and I. The angel father is I. And again does the Church walk away free, a supposed, innocent vessel of the Lord.

Michael

You will confess Daniel? You will give me my freedom?

Daniel

No. You will. Arise up quickly, said the angel of the Lord and the chains fell from his hands.

I began to weep thanking Daniel. Suddenly two guards came and opened the cell to take me for interrogation.

Daniel

Behold…the soldiers’ come. Gird thyself and bind on thy sandals. Cast thy garment about thee and follow me, said the angel of the Lord to Peter.

The two guards placed me in handcuffs. They begin to walk me down the long hallway to leave. As we left we all heard Daniel’s voice echoing in the hallway walls.

Daniel

“The light of freedom is before you father. Walk past the gates into the reality of God. For the Lord awaits your repentance.”

I walked with the prison guards towards the open door to freedom. I again thought of him as the worst waste that I have ever encountered in any human being I have met. He would have been a very positive asset to this society. A society in which needs guidance. Where he was residing, I was the main person who placed him there. I deserved to rot in prison because of what I done, because of what I did not do, but he allowed me freedom, freedom to repent of my sins unto God and to have another chance to redeem myself. It was the freedom that I needed. I began to pray for Daniel

Michael

What will become of him oh Lord? What will become of the angel of light and death who I have learned to be my only son oh Lord?

Daniel

“And when Peter was come to himself, he said, now I know of a surety, that the Lord had sent his angel and hath delivered me out of the hand of Herod and from all the expectations of the people of the Jews.”

Michael

After 2 more days in another area in the jail, I was set free and excused of all charges. Daniel was interrogated and told them that I had nothing to do with what happened. He was in some ways right, but even he knew of how wrong he was in truth. They wanted to go to trial against Daniel, but he made it easy for them and rejected a trial by not speaking anymore. He just went silent. And so they had one without his input. He would write a lot in his cell they said. He was leaving something for me to work with as if he knew I would tell this story. I was allowed to go back to St. John and continue my work. I knew that it would be difficult for a while, but as every storm that comes, I knew it would pass in time. I was to find out through Brother John that Bishop Bergstrom wrote a letter to the Vatican while on his deathbed, explaining my situation…pleading with them not to expunge me from the ministry. Bishop Bergstrom deeply stressed the subject to human frailty and how he also felt a love for Mary that was in the same spirit as mine but just suppressed it.

He stressed that if it was not for human frailty, there would be no Priest or Nuns, “For it is this war of the flesh in which guides us to this position in life in our overcoming them.” I was extremely grateful to him putting his legacy at risk for such a man as I, whom in the sight of many, men and women did not deserve such a task. 

From The Dawn of Redemption

Written by David Anthony Brayboy