The Testimony of Dean Brady

Hello everyone and thank you for coming to our blog The Cristiano. Today we have Dean Brady talking about his story and what led him to repentance.

I was born into a non religious family, very obvious to most as I was born from the second marriage. My father originally from Scotland and always knowing my Mother was from Ireland, I believe they met when he was stationed in Belfast during the disturbances. My father would when convenient claim he was Catholic. After I was born in Hong Kong, a few years or so my Mother left the seen and I assume knowing my Father it was to hide from him, all though I don't know the true story.

We spent a few years back in the UK while my Father figured out his next life moves from the military. He was planning his dream life \i presume and I would be taken for the ride along. We arrived in the USA, well Los Angeles California to be specific in 1977. Like many immigrants we moved to a place called North Hollywood, not close to Hollywood. I remember some parts of this life, most of it not so nice but there were people that if weren't around it would have been worse. In fact I remember seeing the opening of Star Wars at the then Mann's Chinese Theatre.

We lived in an apartment, I don't remember to much other than some friends I still have till this day. I know we had to move from this apartment because a new apartment building law came out that didn't allow children in the building, imagine that. So this is when life starts to be more memorable, not in the best way. Back then people had good work as factory work was around and people had incomes. So I guess for others it was a good push to leave the apartments as it made them into home owners. I remember some very violent angry attacks by my father and left with babysitters often. My father would generally be watching the Lakers while having his Lowenbrau. I remember being around some other older kids, I suppose from the woman he was seeing. Eventually he met a lady that was of Egyptian decent as I remember the food sometimes, if I was allowed to finish it. This is when I remember the most violence towards me, and the lady or step mother would also get it. So between my Fathers non stop abuse, I would also get it from this lady. My father would use me as a punching bag, drag bag, throwing doll and I usually hid in the bathroom to give me some more time before the beating. I was beat for just about anything he thought was why I was his problem. To my father I was his and he could do what he liked with me.

In this new "family" is where I first became introduced to the Child Services System. I was constantly abused by my father, also by this new wife of his. Often she would not let me eat real food, in fact my Auntie noticed that she would give me these Flintstone "Vitamins instead of real food. I believe the real reason I enjoyed being at other peoples houses was purely a break from the torture.

It was on weekend, a sunny California day and I had homework to complete, well for me it wasn't to difficult. I remember it was some art work with popsicle sticks, didn't take me long. My father and his wife decided they needed to go out and do what it was they do and left me at home alone, I was 6 or 6 1/2 at this time. So it wasn't the first time, we had some neighbors a few houses down from us that I used to go to as they had a beautiful Husky named Blue. They came to my house and I knew them well and asked me to come to the Mall with them. I at resisted and said I was to stay home and finish my homework. They asked if I had finished and I said I had, they said well then come with us a for a bit. I said my Father wouldn't be happy about that, they said don't worry as we will have you back before they get back. So I went with our neighbors to the Mall, I remember being very worried the whole time, until I finally panicked and got really nervous and that's when they realized they should take me back.

We got back into their car, I sat in the back seat and I remember it was his Volkswagen Beatle with 2 doors. Literally as we pulled up out front of my home my Father came running screaming all sorts of profanity and before anyone had a chance to say anything he had opened the door and grabbed me by my hair and dragged me down the concrete driveway, up the front entrance step into the house and down the hallway to my room, where he tossed me in and shut the door. I awaited the next attack, no I knew there was no remorse but more anger to be lashed out onto my body. Sure enough the door opened abruptly and he came in, I was now in my underwear and he picked up a ruler or stick and leashed a all out beating until the ruler or stick broke on my body. But he wasn't done so he picked up some other toy and beat me some more until I assume even he was tired. Let me tell you, my Father was ex military and about 6'2, i was all of what! So you would think this was the end, it was getting into the evening. My father had his own business, it was a British Luxury Restoration Shop that was renowned in LOs Angeles, parents of Ricky Schroeder came in with their Jags and Michael Jackson with his Rolls Royces. Well this is wear he took me for the Evening Beating, he always liked to ask me to tell him the time which I could not in complete nerve and fear, I was a spelling wiz and mathematics winner at school, so telling the time wasn't normally a problem. So as I froze and couldn't tell the time he would start to kick and then punch me, then lift me up to the clock and ask again and I couldn't so he would drop me onto the furniture, this has left me scares by my groin area. After this all happened, he took me to McDonalds where he ordered what I liked, a Filet O.Fish burger to eat... which I could not and this led to the verbal threats of "Eat the sandwich or Ill leave you here". We eventually went home and I went to my room. The next day I went to school, it was a Catholic School and had to wear uniforms. I remember being in my class with probably my favorite teacher ever. At the end of school, my teacher asked me to stay behind and I didnt think anything of it. Until she asked me to lift up my shirt, in which I was angry at her and told her things that would make her out to be a perve. But she managed to calm me down and have a look. She immediately took me to the head office whwere I sat and talked to the head of the school or Priest. The after a little while a Policeman arrived and they asked to see my body in which the Policeman qrote in his report, this was the worst beaten he had seen even on an adult. He immediatley put on the siren for me and took me to the hospital for exrays to make sure nothing was broken. After this he took me to the POlice Station and things to a weird turn. I was brought into a small room with a detective that was very aggressive to me about how it started, looking back on it Id say he was an abuser. Then a Woman Police Officer took me to where I was going to be left, on the way we stopped at a McDonalds and bought me a Strawberry Milkshake and then I was left at this ladies house.

So now started the part two of this horror as I was then abused at this home where I was housed for about 6 months. I was picked up and taken to the Children Court for processing and trials. Eventually returning to have the Judge ask a 7 year old what he wanted, live with some strange abusive woman or the original abuser. Well sometimes we stay with what we know, especially when they threaten you with their power via a stare. It was all so wrong and left me back with the life long abuser who said "I guess after this, we will just be friends." Yes, this is what he said to a 7 year old. This abuser would hang me off mountain cliffs and tell me he could drop me if he wanted. Would throw sharp objects, punch, kick and threaten to leave me in the desert when we were in the desert. I guess my Father's business was doing alright, because he sent me to Boarding School in Scotland. I think this was his way of avoiding him going to jail or killing me.

Life changed a bit for the next 4 years as I wasn't around my Father as much, that was a good thing. Eventually I went back to California and stayed with him and my new step mother, yes another one. I was constantly abused mentally, being called stupid and useless all the time. I only liked school because it was time away from him. Most of the kids looked at the clock to go home and I hated it was the end of school. The typical abuser beats, torments and occasionally gives a gift as a reward. really for saying nothing. Eventually he attacked me again in Junior HIgh and then it mostly stayed to threats and verbal abuse, which honestly takes the most to get over. The step mother at the time used my past trauma to win her court case against my Father and take my brother and sister away from him, and then from me as they told me I was his blood and they didn't want anything to do with me. They left me broken, brainwashed that my Dad was coming to kill me and bought me a gun, a NYPD 38 Snub-nosed. They really hoped Id shot him and he would be dead and Id be in jail. It would make a great drama if it wasn't true. The physical heals but the verbal stays a lifetime, especially without knowing Yahweh.

I went to Catholic Schools, Baptist Schools and public schools and for all my life I knew of a God, but didnt know him. I told my history for a reason to my current life, I could go on but this isn't what I need to do now.

The above story was a means to give a back story to how I hated God. I hated God because I couldn't understand how everyone said this perfect world was created by him and how God loved us, each and everyone. It made absolutely no sense, but I had a fear of God in my heart as we all do, for it is written on our hearts spiritually. I never used the Lords name in vain, blasphemy wasn't a sin for me. but I had plenty of sins to commit. I lived a life at certain points sorta normal and then losing completely. Going from having a successful construction business at 19 to losing it and becoming an absolute alcoholic by 21-22 and then getting into drugs and gang life. Ruining my life and attracting absolutely the same in partners. Eventually I got away from the what I call the super dark point after which I should be dead, but that was never in my hands. I always wondered what, why me.

Fast forwarding to 2020, I was all over the place living in Fornication, Adultery and Lies. I met a lady in 2019 while in the UK and well it was business as usual, she seemed great and I was planning to move my Acting career to the Uk to pursue Theatre. I had a very good building career in Los Angeles as an Actor, but I loved stage. I moved to England in March of 2020 about 2 weeks before Lockdowns happened. Well like many we were caught of guard as we were in our own worlds of sin, but after week 2, I knew something was up. Meanwhile I found out some negative news in this new relationship, yes the one I was living with unmarried. Anyway I dealt with the bomb shell at the time and my past wall came up and I became numb to life really. But the whole Covid Lie took my complete interest, so much so I used my actors Instagram, Facebook and TikTok to share my findings and to share the truth. Imagine the sinners that figured out the other sinners were bigger evil sinners, not like one is a less sin as they all send you to hell. So as I got more traction I was constantly attacked by leftists, commies, evil doers and even by my partners family member who was a policeperson, saying they would report me for domestic terrorism. My acting career ended as my agents cancelled my contracts and I was left without a career per say. Even at this point I didnt think about my sinful life. Eventually lockdowns ended, people seemed on a path to forget all that the Wicked Governments and Elite did to them, how was this possible. I completely couldn't think why we were all fighting for a Freedom, but that freedom seemed to be for our return to sin, sex, drugs, rock n roll and money.

So I went on a roller coaster path to see what and why all this seemed like a lie, For the first time in almost 20 years I ordered a Bible. Yes, I ordered a Bible and no one came and witnessed or shared the Gospel with me. I started to pick through the Bible, took it to Mexico and read bits. It seemed to be just a thing I took with me, like just in case. I then started to read more, again took it on holiday but didn't read it much. Life was starting to be like a weird revolving nonsense. I was literally on the verge of opening a Alcohol Import company from Mexico, just about to have the first shipment sent when I started to think I cant do this business. Why did I think that, where did this feeling come from. Oh I know where it was coming from, so I contemplated. I was feeling spiritual but not Born Again. So I asked a few Pastors I followed and they told me it was a business to drop if I were or to be a true Christian and follower of Christ. So I did it, I pulled the plug and bit the bullet. I struggled a bit, did I do the right thing as I was being tempted. So again I got back into the Bible and in 2023 I decided to not read the Old Testament but the Gospel. Again I was being led to this point by the Holy Spirit. I stated to read the Gospel when one night at the kitchen table I opened the Bible and it took me to James. So I went James, ok lets read this Book tonight. So I started to read James, when I reached chapter 4 all my life as I knew would change. As I read through verses 6 - 12 it hit me and I cried out for forgiveness and confessed my sins to the Lord, for I never knew the feeling of what Yeshua did for us until that night. Romans 6:23 "For the Wages of Sin is Death" and that's what Yeshua died for, to pay in full our debts of sin. For a truly righteous God could not have anything to do with such wretched sinners like us, unless there was a cleansing or sacrifice. He cleansed once by the Flooding of the World. This time he showed his love and grace,

It was at this point I realized it wasn't God that hated me or caused this suffering, it was the SIN of my earthly father who was inherently sinful since the Fall of Man. You see God created everything perfect before man sinned against Him. I realize that I grieve for my father for he died of Dementia before I was saved, so couldn't share the Gospel and tell him I forgive him, but that he needed to repent to Yahweh. May this story lead you to search for God, for if your still alive today he's knocking but you have to answer and then ask for his help and repent.

But let me end with these verse;

Ephesians 2:8-9

8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:

9 Not of works, lest any man should boast.

Luke 9:23

23 And he said to them all, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me.

Romans 7:22-24 (Paul writes)

“I love God’s law with all my heart. But there is another power within me that is at war with my mind. This power makes me a slave to the sin that is still within me. Oh, what a miserable person I am! Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin and death?”

We will all struggle and suffer and have temptations and even sin, but the difference is we know the sin and hate the sin. How many times can we repent as Born Again, many times. The Sin as a Born Again isn't against unbelievers but against God. But by his Grace and salvation through Yeshua we have the Holy Spirit. Amen