Title: Theory of Everything: GOD, Devils, Dimensions, Dragons, Illusion & Reality -the Theory of Everything Source:
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I was in the sacred hidden center of one of the prettiest dark empires mans eyes were never meant to see. I was surrounded by everything that little old ladies and good Christians charitable donations could buy.
I broke into Mike Murdock's housewhich was exactly how he planned it. By Trey Smith From D Magazine July 2011
I was in the sacred hidden center of one of the prettiest dark empires mans eyes were never meant to see. I was surrounded by everything that little old ladies and good Christians charitable donations could buy.
Editors note: In 1998, Trey Smith was a student at Christ for the Nations in Dallas. His best friend at the time was the son of televangelist Mike Murdock, who heads a ministry in Fort Worth called the Wisdom Center. The Wisdom Center and Murdock were the subject of a series of investigative reports published by the Star-Telegram in 2003. At issue was Murdocks financial stewardship of the nonprofit ministry. The newspaper, for instance, devoted several column inches to describing the many splendors of his 7-acre estate outside Argyle, Texas. Smith broke into that house, stole a safe, and, many years later, while serving time for another crime, wrote a book about his crime and his experiences with Murdock. He self-published Thieves in January (for more info: godinanutshell.com). The following excerpt, with minor edits, was taken from the book. D Magazine made every effort to vet Smiths story, conducting interviews with Smith, his parents, and a representative of a private security firm that aided in Smiths eventual arrest on unrelated theft charges. The Trinity Foundation also proved helpful. (The Dallas-based watchdog of televangelists helped the Star-Telegram with its series in 2003.) Repeated requests for comment were left with a receptionist at the Wisdom Center and failed to generate a return call.
Six months studying at Christ for the Nations to be a good missionary, and yet there I was, drunk, high, and trying to push television evangelist Mike Murdocks 600-pound safe down a flight of stairs.
It wasnt that I just wanted to steal the mans money. I mean, of course I wanted to steal his money. But more than that, I had truly come to hate the man and everything he represents. I had come to hate the lies, the deception, the greed, the backroom deals, the secrets, the sex, and all the pain that comes in pursuit of Christian televisions greatest godthe dollar bill.
To me, Mike Murdock was the greasiest of the bunch. While the world was watching the suit, tie, and open Bible on their television screens, I was in places that the cameras never go. My best friendMikes son, Jason Murdockand I used to spend hours in the same electronically locked closet whose hinges I had just pried off. We would pretend we were kings, trying on Rolex watches, playing heads or tails with ancient coins, covering ourselves in gold bracelets and diamond rings, and raiding the holy Dr. Murdocks extensive porn collection.
Once, Jason pulled a $10,000 Augustus Caesar Denarius out of the rare coin section of his fathers closet. He went on and on about how he had never had a trinket that expensive settled in the bottom of his pocket. Who has? I asked him. To avoid the headache of argument, I ended up helping him break the thing out of its glass case with a hammer. Jason grinned as he slid it into his pants pocket.
Later that night, after stumbling out of a shady, gothic nightclub and crawling into the back of one of the Christian ministrys limos, I asked him about the coin. Drunkenly checking his pockets, a somber look on his face, he responded: Oh shit! Probably one of the rare moments in history where someone has mistaken 10 grand for an ordinary quarterno doubt to buy another drink for some sleazy underworld tramp whose name neither of us can remember.
Most people go to prison for less. But in the world I lived in, no one even noticed. Orthe other possibilityperhaps Murdock did notice; he just didnt say anything, like the pet lion he owned that would just lie in waiting for a bigger chicken to get loose.
While I was a seminary student at Christ for the Nations, I considered Mikes closet a personal account where I could make small withdrawals in exchange for keeping my mouth shut. It is a burden living in a Christian bubble without ever talking about the hidden godly paradise, complete with big-breasted bimbos, sex toys, porn, and, as Jason put it, the best quality dope money can buy. In my mind, it was all a trade, an unspoken arrangement.
And this isnt my imagination making things better than they were. Back then, I would have rather walked into my best friends fathers closet than been the guy who discovered King Tuts tomb. There were bins and bins of gold rings, hanging cases full of bracelets, and necklaces, coins, and a grand disorganization of precious stamps. There was stuff in there that could cause the hands of a man at a hole-in-the-wall pawnshop to tremble. I know. Ive seen it. Ive held it. Ive paid my rent with it.
But my point is this: all that grand wonder, the shine of gold and sparkle of diamonds, surrounded a single object. The Safe.
By that nightthe night everything in my life changed foreverI knew every inch of it. I had dreamed about it, fantasized about it, and woken up with hot sweats because of it. Damn it, I wanted it! . . .
This is just Trey Smith's latest scam. He seems intent on preying on Christians with alternative views on scripture and history or who believe in UFOs but also disbelieve evolution. It's a strange mix of ideas he exploits.
Go check his website. He offers a lot of derivative nonsense on the Book of Enoch, the Nephalim, etc. His crappy video sets run from $25-$150.
You might as well just send your money to Scientology.