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    I continued to use God’s Word in vain. I was preaching, lying, working with roots, casting roots on people through voodoo, etc.
    I knew the Word but I got drunk and doped up and then I started to preach. That’s where I got the name “Rev.” I smoked crack with the guys; then I would get the Bible and start reading it to them. Afterwards I would  pray for the guys. And you know what; they paid attention, as if they were hypnotized. I even laid hands on them. Every other week I would get robbed, almost beaten to death. I played with God.
    I began to lie back and forth.  I lied to keep from getting beat up or getting killed. It didn’t work all the time. But it did most of the time. I started going to Miami to see the root doctor. The reason why I went is that if someone made me mad, or beat me up, the root doctor would instruct me how to fix a remedy to take care of the problem. I would get the person’s full name, write it on a piece of paper, then put it in a mixed up solution, take it to a river or the ocean and throw it over my shoulder and never look back. At times it worked. Something happened to me:  I felt possessed with demons. I could feel myself acting like a cat, or a dog. I couldn’t fight it.
    When I drank everything changed. I looked at people real strange. Then it would start to happen. My face would draw up, my teeth would start to grit, and I would start growling and barking. Suddenly, I would be acting like a wild dog—snapping at people. Then all of a sudden, the cat would come out. I made the noise of a panther. I couldn’t help myself.
    I tried to be careful about what I drank. I was out of control; some force was in charge of my actions. I could not do anything about it because the devil was in control; it seemed as though he thought that I had sold out. I could not stop drinking to save my life. When I couldn’t get a drink, it was more horrible than that. I was a demonized robot. Man, how foolish can you be when you know you can’t even control yourself.
    Each time it was over I would run and pray. “God, I don’t want to be like this! Please, Jesus! Save me! Please forgive me. I need you!

Gregory Hammonds was born in Sunny South Florida and brought up in a home where drinking fueled the many fights between his parents. Hammonds calls it a “war zone” that happened over and over again until one day his mother got tired and walked away, leaving all the children with the father.
            
Hammonds remembers the void left when his mother finally walked away and how their lives were never the same. By four years old he was getting drunk with his father. As fate would have it, after his two fingers got cut off in a door at school, he went to live with his aunt. Though he adjusted well to his new environment, as he got older he began drinking, smoking and doping. A superior student in high school but longed to taste more of the life his father had introduced him to.
           
Upon graduation from high school he convinced his aunt to give him his savings and let him go out to explore the world. And that he did, through riotous living, which introduced him to drugs.
               
His life began to spiral out of control when his brother taught him how to shoot drugs into his veins. Eventually, he graduated to smoking crack. In his brothers’ words, “a monster was created. From that day we never had respect for each other.”
                
Hammonds spent 20 years on drugs, homeless, with no direction, desire, or control over his life. He lived to get high, picking up cans from sun up to sun down, begged, borrowed, stole, lied, cheated, did whatever he could to get money for drugs. His appetite was only for drugs. It didn’t matter he was spitting up blood or was malnourished, the high was all that mattered.
                                      
Driven by drugs to the point he acted like an animal at times and was beat almost to death on more than one occasion, Hammonds wouldn’t give it up. Nothing could turn his life around until a supernatural encounter, removed the desire and physical dependence from his life and redirected his path. He went from a man who got high with other addicts, pulled out the Bible to preach to them, to a man with a powerful testimony of change, restoration and hope for addicts, free of drugs.