SECTION 1: Opening & Purpose
This is the hardest thing I have ever had to do—put myself out there and lay it all on the line. It makes me very vulnerable. I have never sought fame or fortune. I just want to be comfortable and help others. But I have gotten to a place where I need to tell my story.
I hope many read this, get blessed by it, and that it helps others. I don’t want sympathy. I am not seeking pity or playing the victim. I am not giving up, and I am not quitting.
I keep hearing lately that “God only gives us what we can handle.” God must think I can handle a lot and must have a huge calling on my life.
SECTION 2: Birth, Family Origins & Early Life
I was born on Friday, May 9th, 1980, in Phoenix, Arizona, in North Phoenix at the house I first grew up in. My mom believed in midwives.
I have two older brothers: Jason and David.
Jason was born on April 8th, 1970, in Toledo, Ohio, where my mom was born and raised (she also grew up in Monroe, Michigan, halfway between Toledo and Detroit).
My mom is the middle child among two brothers—my Uncle John, the oldest, and my Uncle Dave, the youngest. My dad is the youngest among three brothers: Uncle Doug is the oldest, Uncle Gordon is the second oldest, and my dad is the youngest.
My dad and my uncles grew up in Erie and New Castle, Pennsylvania, before moving to Phoenix, Arizona, where my dad went to high school. My mom moved to Phoenix in 1972 with my brother Jason and Jason’s dad.
Both my brothers are half-brothers.
SECTION 3: Jason, David, and Family Dynamics
My brother Jason’s dad was named Gene Mitchener. Jason kept his last name. I still grew up with Jason and David, though Jason being ten years older than me meant I only remember growing up with him when I was very young.
Jason and I did not get along due to the large age gap. We used to fight and bicker, and my mom hated it.
Jason had a rare disease he got from his dad called Dejerine–Sottas. It deteriorates the nerves instead of the muscles, but it is similar to muscular dystrophy. As a four-year-old, Jason went around the neighborhood in Phoenix. Someone took my brother Jason and his dad to the KPHO Channel 5 news station in Phoenix, which was independent at the time and is now CBS. Jason and his dad were on TV.
My brother David’s dad was my mom’s husband at the time and fled when my mom was pregnant with David.
SECTION 4: How My Parents Met & Childhood Memories
My mom met my dad through my Uncle Gordon, my dad’s second-oldest brother. Uncle Gordon played tennis where my mom worked, and her friend introduced them.
At the time, Uncle Gordon was married to my Aunt June. They had my cousins David (my grandparents called him “Big David,” and my brother “Little David”) and my cousin Michelle.
My mom and dad’s first date in 1977 was to see the original Star Wars movie in the theater. I grew up around science fiction.
One of the few memories I have of something my family did together was on Sundays ordering pizza, getting out the TV trays, and sitting in front of the TV watching new episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation. As a kid, old episodes of the original Star Trek series aired on TV as well.
SECTION 5: Marriage, Adoption & Grandparents
My parents married on August 13th, 1978.
When my dad married my mom, Jason did not want to be adopted, so he kept his dad’s last name, Mitchener. But he still grew up with us.
In Arizona, for my dad to adopt my brother David, he had to find David’s biological dad—and he did. David’s dad said, “You can have him.”
I was close to my brother David since he was only two and a half years older than me, but as he became a teenager, he drifted away from me and the whole family.
My grandparents (my dad’s parents) had a home in Peoria, Arizona, a suburb of Phoenix, near the retirement community Sun City. They also had a cabin in Prescott, Arizona, near mountains, forests, and lakes.
I never met my mom’s mom—she died in 1978—but I did meet my mom’s dad. He died of Alzheimer’s when I entered kindergarten in 1986.
SECTION 6: My Dad’s Education, Work & Extended Family
My dad did really well in school and graduated third in his class at Maryvale High School in central Phoenix. He went on to attend Caltech, a prestigious school, where he looked up to scientists.
He was introduced to drugs, starting with marijuana, and eventually dropped out of college.
My dad worked for the Arizona Health Department in downtown Phoenix. In the 1970s, you could still work your way up in computer jobs because it was such a new field.
My Uncle Doug served in the Army, has a degree in mathematics, was married once, has no kids, and lived in Phoenix before moving to the Denver area.
My Uncle Gordon remarried and married my Aunt Judith. They lived in Phoenix while I was growing up and were the aunt and uncle I knew best. My Aunt Judith had a daughter from a previous marriage named Jessica. Though not blood-related, Jessica was the cousin I knew best as a kid.
I later learned that my Uncle Gordon’s biological kids, David and Michelle, lived with their mom, June, and did not like my Aunt Judith.
SECTION 7: School Years & Early Struggles
In school I did really well—at least in elementary school. I was always very smart, like my brother Jason. David is smart too, but not book-smart.
When I entered middle school and then high school (Mountain Ridge High School in Glendale, Arizona), things became rough. I was made fun of by students and even teachers. My grades began to suffer. I was pretty much a loner, and I began skipping school a lot.
My dad didn’t know how to handle it, but he had severe mental health issues himself, as did my mom to some extent—though not like my dad.
Middle school and high school were a lot rougher than I like to admit to myself. As a kid, my dad scared me, and I didn’t know why—but something was off. I had discernment even as a kid. My name means “watchman” or “watchful.”
My brother David played drums and was in his school’s marching band. Watching him in parades, when I saw Shriners, I knew something was off about them too. I also knew something was wrong with Halloween. I was gifted by God at a young age, knowing things like this.
SECTION 8: Freemasonry, Family History & Spiritual Awareness
Shriners are Freemasons, which is a cult. They may do good works at their hospitals for kids, but when you research their beliefs, you see the truth.
My mom’s dad was a 32nd-degree Scottish Rite Mason, and my mom’s mom was an Eastern Star, which is the women’s branch of Freemasonry. There are Masonic symbols on my grandparents’ grave in Toledo, Ohio.
My mom’s mom—my grandmother—had paranoid schizophrenia, though in the 1950s little was known about mental health. She was in the state hospital in Ohio several times.
On my mom’s side, my great cousin was President William Howard Taft—the only president who got stuck in the White House bathtub and was buried in a piano case.
Also on my mom’s side, my great-great-great-grandfather was a Catholic priest. He kept it secret, but he fell in love, married a woman, and had children with her. I’m grateful he did—he was a direct ancestor. He also spoke eight languages fluently.
SECTION 9: Home Life, Wealth, and Dysfunction
There was always something off with my dad. He went to work whenever he wanted and took his time in the mornings, which made my mom mad because he’d then get home late to make up his hours.
I grew up upper middle class. In fifth grade, halfway through the year, we moved to a new house in extreme north Phoenix, which at the time was a new development. My parents bought the house in 1992 for about $127,000, and it’s now worth around $600,000.
The house had a living room at the front with a large L-shaped couch and stereo, a dining room off the living room, and in the back a kitchen, family room, and breakfast nook. We ate most meals at the breakfast nook.
My dad would just sit and eat and rarely talked or had conversations with us. I often heard him yelling at my mom.
One time, my brother David and I were sitting on the couch as teenagers when my mom came running out yelling, “Your dad is wearing my underwear!”
My mom would take me shopping and out to eat on weekends to get away from my dad. Anything my dad did with me as a kid was because my mom made him do it—Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, camping trips, Suns games.
SECTION 10: Juggling, Creativity & Escapes
I got into the Phoenix Suns during the Charles Barkley vs. Michael Jordan Chicago Bulls era. My dad took me to a few games because my mom made him.
My dad took me once to Encanto Park in central Phoenix, where I went to a juggling club called Aerial Mirage. One of the leaders, Elliot Goldstein, taught me how to juggle and sold juggling props.
My mom and dad—probably mostly my mom—got me juggling balls, rings, and later juggling clubs.
I was around 16 or 17 when I got into juggling and really dove into it. In high school, I’d use the computers in the library and explore the early internet. I found the Juggling Information Service at juggling.org.
A lot happened around this age and time.
SECTION 11: Brothers, Paths & Differences
My brother David and I were close until he became a teenager and began hanging out with friends and neglecting the family. He became skilled at tearing apart cars, installing stereo systems, and making his car a lowrider. He joined a lowrider club for a while.
David was smart with his hands but didn’t do well academically. He joined the Army but didn’t pass basic training. My parents went to South Carolina to see him graduate anyway. He struggled afterward and eventually went to DeVry University but dropped out. I believe he’s still paying that off.
SECTION 12: My Name & Bill Gates (Not That One)
My brother Jason named me. He was ten years older than me. He named me after a guy he thought was cool in elementary school but became a jerk later. Jason even showed me his junior yearbook.
Jason’s best friend in high school was named Bill Gates—not Microsoft Bill Gates. In recent years, this Bill Gates became Maricopa County Supervisor and oversaw the election fraud of 2020 and 2022 in Arizona.
He was involved in rejected ballots, wrong cardstock, voters being turned away, and supported Katie Hobbs overseeing her own election. He even admitted to Congress that he threw away ballots. He went to my brother’s funeral.
My mom said she wanted to spank him. I think he should be behind bars. He claims to be a Christian and a Republican.
SECTION 13: Trauma With My Dad & Jason
Most of my issues growing up were with my dad. He was mean and hard on Jason, who was quadriplegic. Sometimes he was so rough “helping” Jason that he physically hurt him.
One day I heard Jason crying for help in the bathroom. I walked in and found my dad had left him naked on the floor, curled in a fetal position. I believe that was the day I began to dislike my dad.
Jason was book-smart but lacked common sense like my dad. My mom had to fight Jason’s school counselor who wanted to place him in special education simply because he was disabled.
Jason learned to walk on crutches at age four. Later he used a wheelchair. He graduated high school in 1988 with high honors from a class of over 2,800 students.
SECTION 14: Jason’s Genius & Faith Journey
Jason won the Arizona state computer knowledge competition and placed 8th nationally out of all 50 states and DC. He thought he “didn’t do that well.”
Because of this, Jason was offered a full scholarship to Grand Canyon University but chose Arizona State University instead.
At ASU, he encountered Christianity. He read Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis and Evidence That Demands a Verdict by Josh McDowell. Somewhere in that journey, he accepted Jesus Christ.
He began attending Church on Mill near ASU.
SECTION 15: My Mental Illness, Dropping Out & Institutionalization
Like I said, I had a very rough time in middle school and high school—not just because of peers and teachers, but also because of my mental illness, which really began manifesting when I was a teenager. I started skipping school a lot.
My dad didn’t like that and tried forcing me to go to school. He was rough and forceful with me, just like he was with Jason. Neither of us could change how we were, and my dad didn’t know how to handle either of us.
Later I found out from my mom that David felt left out growing up because most of my parents’—especially my mom’s—attention went to Jason and me because of our problems.
Things got so bad at school that I probably repressed a lot of those memories. I ended up facing the reality of becoming a second-year senior, and I wanted out of that high school, so I dropped out.
I had the potential for scholarships and a prestigious college because of my IQ and love of learning, but I became a high school dropout. It’s not something I’m proud of, but how things later turned out, it’s okay.
SECTION 16: Juvenile Jail, Psych Hospital & Rejection
During this time, my parents’ marriage was falling apart. I was throwing glass bowls on the kitchen floor, begging for help.
My parents had me taken to juvenile jail for one night. It was the worst night of my life. I had to do community service pulling weeds at a Christian church. I wish the pastor had shared the Gospel with me.
After that, my mom had me admitted to a psychiatric hospital in Scottsdale. My mom visited me. My dad didn’t. I later learned my dad was rejecting me and encouraging my mom to send me to the state ward permanently.
It also turned out my dad wanted the divorce but told his parents that my mom wanted it. My dad never backs his words with actions.
SECTION 17: Divorce, Moving Out & Loss
My mom, David, and I moved out of the nice house I thought we’d live in for years. Jason was already in a nursing home by then.
I remember Jason visiting our house on his ventilator. My parents had bought a one-story house for him. My dad stayed behind alone in the big house with the pets.
The day we moved out, I cried. David asked, “What is Greg crying about?” His girlfriend comforted me.
That same day, my dad claimed David’s desk—even though it had been in David’s room the entire time.
SECTION 18: Apartment Life, Church Search & Salvation
We moved into an apartment in north Phoenix for about a year. I still struggled emotionally.
My mom decided we needed to find a church. It took divorce for her to realize we needed spirituality.
We visited Calvary Community Church (now Calvary PHX). The Saturday night services were less crowded. One reason my mom liked it was because visitors were told to pass the offering plate.
During this time, my mom realized I had a natural gift for cooking. She encouraged me to cook, gave me blank grocery lists, and bought what I needed. I often had dinner ready when she got home.
SECTION 19: Receiving Christ & Baptism
One week at the grocery store, my mom and I discussed the church’s message about Jesus dying for our sins.
That week, we both responded to the altar call. On August 9th, 1998 (8-9-98), my mom and I accepted Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and Savior.
On August 30th, 1998, we were both water baptized during Sunday evening service.
We immediately told my brother Jason. He liked to say he was the first in the family saved. Years later at his funeral, I said we were half-brothers growing up but became whole brothers in Christ.
SECTION 20: Expectations vs Reality After Salvation
Something still wasn’t right with me. I questioned my salvation.
Jason believed God made him quadriplegic for a reason and referenced Paul’s thorn in the flesh. I disagreed. I prayed for healing and deliverance from bipolar disorder, diagnosed at age 16.
I expected Jesus to completely transform me and set me free.
SECTION 21: New Life, Unicycling & Spiritual Warfare
We lived in Peoria near Sun City. I learned to ride a unicycle, scraping my knees but never giving up.
Kids in the neighborhood would ask if I could come out and play. They loved my juggling and unicycling—especially when I juggled hammers while riding.
Before salvation, I tested God by asking Him to flicker a lamp. It flickered—but later I realized it wasn’t God, but demonic activity. After salvation, I destroyed the lamp and burned my mom’s astrology book.
SECTION 22: Jim, Trauma & Spiritual Danger
A man named Jim began attending church and dating my mom. Everyone warned her.
One day, driving on Loop 101, my mom slapped me and screamed, threatening to drive us off South Mountain. I prayed, and she calmed down. It was the first time I was afraid of my mom.
She married Jim on January 1st, 2000, in Las Vegas.
Jim later kicked me out with nowhere to go.
SECTION 23: Homelessness, Couch Surfing & Survival
After Jim kicked me out, I was essentially homeless. I bounced between couches, friends, and temporary places. I had no stability, no safety net, and no clear direction.
I was still very young and mentally ill, trying to survive on my own. I did not know how to navigate the system, advocate for myself, or even understand what help was available.
I felt abandoned—by family, by the church, and by the system that was supposed to help people like me.
SECTION 24: Trying to Work, Failing & Shame
I tried working different jobs, but my mental illness made it extremely difficult to maintain employment. I struggled with authority, structure, and stress.
Each time I failed, the shame compounded. I felt like a disappointment, not just to my family but to God.
I wanted to be productive. I wanted to contribute. I wanted dignity. But I kept falling short, and people assumed laziness instead of illness.
SECTION 25: Social Security, Disability & Survival Mode
Eventually, I ended up on Social Security Disability. It wasn’t something I wanted—it felt like admitting defeat—but it was necessary to survive.
Living on disability is not living. It is barely existing. You are trapped below the poverty line with no real path out.
People who criticize those on disability have no idea what it’s like to live with severe mental illness every day and still try to function.
SECTION 26: Continued Family Breakdown & Distance
My relationship with my mom became strained. I still loved her, but the trust was damaged.
Jim created division everywhere he went. He isolated my mom and pushed people out—including me.
I watched my family fracture further and felt powerless to stop it.
SECTION 27: Jason’s Decline & Death
Jason’s health continued to decline. Despite his brilliance and faith, his body failed him.
Watching my brother suffer was unbearable. He was one of the smartest people I have ever known and one of the few people who truly understood me.
When Jason died, it broke something in me. A huge part of my identity and history died with him.
SECTION 28: Grief, Anger & Questions for God
I was angry at God. I questioned why He would allow so much suffering—Jason’s, mine, and my family’s.
I didn’t stop believing, but I stopped understanding.
I felt like Job—crying out, asking why, and hearing silence.
SECTION 29: Ongoing Struggles & Isolation
The years that followed blurred together: instability, loneliness, depression, and survival.
I tried to stay connected to God, but I often felt distant and confused.
Churches didn’t know what to do with someone like me. Too broken, too honest, too complicated.
SECTION 30: Why I’m Sharing This Now
I’m sharing this now because silence helps no one.
I know there are others like me—misunderstood, discarded, mentally ill, spiritually hungry, and hurting.
If this helps even one person feel less alone, it’s worth it.
I’m not done. God isn’t done with me.
CONVERSATION WITH SHERRY — PART 1
(This conversation took place over months. Grammar and spelling corrected. Profanity removed. Content preserved.)
Greg:
My dad defending his pushing and pushing — he said he has to when his intellect is challenged. He should have just said pride.
Imagine if I attempted to do what he does. There’s a lot I know that most are not ready to receive. It’s because the news has been mostly controlled by the CIA and Operation Mockingbird since at least the 1970s.
He began getting upset with what I already knew and believed after he walked back to Satan last year and started using it all against me, including prophets I like and Elijah Streams I listen to.
What I should do is, after I go to Europe, just send his video back to himself. I will do whatever it takes. Tell him we reached an impasse. I’m not going to apologize to him for using him because I didn’t. And you aren’t going to get your Jezebel witchcraft friend out of your life and go through deliverance. I don’t want to be around those spirits, and I don’t want Serafima around them either.
Sherry:
Silence is golden. I think you should not have any contact with him whatsoever. Best to leave it be. All it does is stir up arguments.
Greg:
I can say I didn’t purposely attempt to lie to him or use him. My intentions were trying to help him, and look what it got me.
He’s the one who confused it all.
Damned if I do and damned if I don’t.
He didn’t want to hear anything truthful from me anymore. No politics — no politics.
Even when I wasn’t talking politics.
He couldn’t relate to me anymore.
I also stopped telling him things because he kept telling Dianne.
So I don’t talk to him anymore, and he notices and then goes overboard.
Sherry:
Exactly. You are damned if you do and damned if you don’t.
Greg:
They were threatened by Trump from the start to take out the deep state that JFK lost his life over. I asked you on Christmas when you were going to wake up and told you a lot. Your demons were laughing. My mom said, “It’s not funny to you.” And you answered me and said you will never wake up.
What I think God is doing and what is about ready to happen — you will see I and others like Robin Bullock were right.
You made a big deal about all of this and tried changing my mom because you couldn’t change me, then thought you could try turning Julie against Greg while turning her to your side. How well do you think that would work out for you?
You made my mom more upset than you think. I can’t have you making her mad again by responding to you and you telling her and making her afraid you will come over unannounced with a handgun and mace.
You caused all of this — not me. But you think I lied and used you. At least you are mostly leaving me alone for now.
Like I wasn’t going through enough. You added so much more. And I’m being forced to raise money online since you basically reneged on your promise and lied.
I want to go away for a while. I can’t stand this country right now, and she may not get approved for a while now that the southern border has been flooded — also thanks to George Soros and Biden. And I’m not waiting anymore.
What is going to happen is you will be eating a lot of crow about all of this and Serafima.
You need to know my views haven’t changed. I know you need deliverance and to get Dianne out of your life. If you don’t, you choose — and you won’t have a relationship with me anymore and will never know Serafima.
I can’t be around this and your spirits anymore. It affected my mom’s and my relationship, and my relationship a little with Serafima too because of the stress you put me under.
I will say it again: I don’t care what you believe. I don’t think my mom does either. She never views your links, but you send them anyway. She doesn’t respond because of how you react.
Yes, your beliefs were too personal for me.
