🎧 Listen to This Blog: Click play to hear a full audio narration of this article. This topic is, without question, not only the most sensitive in the world but the most masterfully manipulated.
The reason is simple: like all issues that touch the core of humanity, the truth has been twisted into a weapon against us. Why? Because the goal of the enemy—a liar from the beginning who will forever despise the creation of YaHU’aH—is to keep men and women in a perpetual state of defeat. This is precisely why the architects of this world, and its mental health systems would rather you never read what I have written here.
They will call this article a threat to the very foundation of what they offer every civilization on the planet. They will even paint me as a danger to the lives of others. How do I know? Because I have stood in this fire before.
This is not the first time I have called out one of the most powerful entities on earth. The last time I did, I was swarmed by an army of “certified experts.” I was told I was going to get people killed. That was years ago. That single, unapologetic act of truth is the very reason I have been shadow-banned across social media, had countless posts erased, and was permanently exiled from LinkedIn.
Manufacturing Consent: The Illusion of Debate
But the strategy of the powers that be is not always overt censorship. Their most effective weapon is the manipulation of public discourse. They don't need to silence a threatening truth if they can control how, it's perceived. Historically, when they are ready to launch a new agenda, they orchestrate a grand "debate." This spectacle is not designed to test the validity of their ideas or to genuinely consider opposing views. It is a carefully staged event, a piece of theater meant to create the illusion of due diligence. The presenters, who control the narrative from the start, ensure that no matter how valid the opposition, their predetermined outcome is the one that moves forward into development. Now, on the surface, it may seem as if the primary concern is financial—that opponents might interfere with their plans for a worldwide empire projected to grow from $448B to $574B by 2033. A raw truth, exposed and widely accepted, would certainly threaten such a wickedly built system. But its immense wealth is only the surface of what is truly at stake
A Testimony Forged in Fire
What I have provided in this scroll is not mere surface-level research skimmed from the internet. These are the hardcore, undeniable facts of a truth—and a lie—that I have lived both personally and professionally. This is why what I share is a clear and present danger to the fortress they have built and so desperately work to maintain. It is one thing to be caught in the storm; it is another to survive it and live to tell the tale. And it is something else entirely to look back on it all with eyes awakened by the Most High, seeing the entire deception through the lens of the one and only living Creator. At that point, you become enemy number one. And in all honesty, I am more than okay with walking this path. Because I know that nothing is more important than the real Truth—the place where true freedom reigns. My journey into this tremendous awakening, this unveiling of the deception that holds billions in bondage, began when I worked in the Federal Prison system—a place riddled with souls tagged and bagged with mental health issues.
I had the profound and unsettling opportunity to supervise thousands of inmates across every imaginable level of mental crisis. And though at the time I wasn't certain of the full scope of what I was witnessing, I was absolutely positive that something was gravely and fundamentally wrong. My membership on the Special Operations and Response Team (SORT) frequently put me on high-threat inmate escorts to outside institutions and between prisons. This assignment opened a door, giving me an interior view of how the system they label "mental health" truly operates. I say truly because an inmate is not your average patient. They are warehoused in the worst conditions known to mankind, stripped of their freedom, and in that process, they lose not just the idea of freedom, but the very knowledge of how to function as a free human being.
The Soul in the SHU: A Glimpse Beyond the Veil
I was still grappling with these observations when an event occurred that ripped the veil from my eyes. It was my last shift when the call came: an inmate in the Special Housing Unit—the SHU—was refusing to "cuff-up." As the only certified special operator on duty, I was the one summoned to use a less-than-lethal weapon if necessary to subdue a high-threat inmate. When I arrived, however, I noticed the other staff were having a blast—cracking jokes, calling the inmate names, intentionally provoking him to ensure he would refuse to comply. I knew instantly I had walked into a setup. As I approached the inmate’s cell, I heard an officer say, “Brooks is here now. You’re gonna get it.” The statement was a complete betrayal of the firm, fair, and consistent character I fought to uphold.
It was as if they were casting me as the villain in their sick play, the enforcer of their vile injustice. But when I reached the cell door, something happened that would shatter my view of the mental health system forever. I looked through the small, rectangular window, and the first thing that caught my eye were the eyes of the inmate. Time stopped. It wasn’t that I was just looking at his eyes; it was as if I was looking directly into his soul. And what I saw was not an angry, violent man—over six feet tall and powerfully built—but a soul, utterly desperate and crying out for help. When I tell you it changed me, it did so in a way I still cannot fully express. I hadn't come to his door to assess his soul; my objective was to evaluate his behavior and the cell's safety before entry. But what I saw, looking past his physical eyes, so startled me that I had to take a moment to regather myself, to remember the very task I had been sent to perform.
That was not an isolated incident. From that day forward, it happened on every shift. Though I had never looked at those serving time as less than human, I could no longer see just the surface. I would look into their eyes and see straight into their souls. And every single one I saw was a soul in chains, desperately reaching, pulling, and clawing to get free. And they all had one thing in common: they had been deemed a mental case and were drugged with psychotropic medications.
A Calling Forged by Tragedy
With a burning desire to advance, I continually sought promotion as a federal correctional officer, but the advancement I desired never came. Not long after graduating from SWAT school, I transferred to the United States Penitentiary in Atlanta, hoping for a better opportunity. It wasn’t long before I was once again hearing the action-movie nicknames, but this time, I welcomed them. I was beginning to understand my true purpose inside those prison walls.
As I spent my days encouraging inmates and pointing them toward a better path, I realized how many of them were too young to have truly experienced life. A survey later confirmed my observation: nearly 800,000 inmates in prisons and jails were under 30. This disturbing fact fueled an even greater desire to reach as many as I could.
Yet, even as many inmates expressed their appreciation, a strange pattern emerged: I was often told, by the inmates themselves, that my guidance was needed elsewhere. "The kids who are at risk of coming here," they would say, "they are the ones who need to hear your story." I shrugged it off. I was comfortable. My reputation was established, making it easy to get an inmate's attention and offer a message of hope.
Nearly a year later, that comfort zone began to crumble. I was assigned to the segregation unit, a post I was initially excited about due to its lack of activity. Inmates were locked down 23 hours a day, which meant fewer interruptions. It gave me ample time to share the amazing things the Most High had done in my life. But even in the SHU, I couldn’t escape the message that I was needed elsewhere. One inmate I had been speaking with interrupted me mid-sentence. “You should be a motivational speaker,” he said. “Better yet, you should talk to kids. They could really benefit from what you have to say.” Again, I brushed it off.
Unknowingly, my world was about to be turned upside down. As I continued talking with that inmate, a coworker stopped at the cell directly next to us. He asked if the inmate inside had been moved. I told him no, that I had just made eye contact with him less than ten minutes earlier. We peered closer and could only see the front of his shoes,
as if he were hiding in a blind spot. We called his name repeatedly. He refused to respond. Following protocol, we assembled a Forced Cell Move team. As I stood at the front holding the shield, I braced myself for an attack. The steel door slid open just enough for us to rush in. I turned the corner, ready to counter the assault, and stopped dead in my tracks. It was not a surprise attack that greeted me, but the horrifying sight of a bedsheet tied around his neck, the other end fastened to the air vent above his head. We frantically cut him down and performed CPR, but it was too late. He was pronounced dead.
The experience was gut-wrenching. Not just because of the tragedy, but because I had been standing right next to his door. In that unit, voices travel. I was certain he had heard every positive word I had shared. For two days, I was tormented, replaying every moment, blaming myself.
Sleep and appetite vanished. A spirit of depression took hold. At my wife’s desperate urging, I finally called the Employee Assistance Program (EAP).
Days later, I sat with a psychologist. "The reason you feel this way," she said after I tearfully recounted the event, "is because you’re so passionate about helping others. But you can't reach everyone." Then she said something that changed everything. "Maybe this is a sign from the Most High. Have you ever considered working with at-risk youth?" In that instant, it was as if a flickering lightbulb in my heart and mind finally ignited with brilliant clarity. I finally understood why I was constantly being told my help was needed outside the prison. The AL'mighty was calling me elsewhere, but I refused to answer because I was afraid to leave my comfort zone. It took one of the most heart-rending circumstances imaginable to finally get my attention.
My Own Walk-Through Darkness
But before I could step into that new calling, I had to face my own profound darkness. In 2017, I was crushed by a deep and suffocating spirit of depression that led me to the brink of suicide. It was only by the grace of The AL'mighty and the passionate intervention of my wife that I am here today. Even after receiving therapy, I battled with the thought of sharing my story.
Sadly, we live in a society where men are taught that weakness is forbidden. This mentality can be useful in competitive sports or on the battlefield, but in the war for your own soul, refusing to share your trials and tribulations will utterly destroy you. Holding on to the pain of your past, to those destructive emotions, will always lead to devastating results.
I learned that the first step to recovery is to share your story. In doing so, you not only release those self-destructive toxins, but you empower others to find their own freedom. It was this realization, born from walking through the fire myself, that truly equipped and prepared me to share my story and help lead others out of the dark. My own journey taught me the most profound truth of all, a truth for every single person reading this:
Regardless of where you’re from, what you’ve done, or what has happened to you, know this: you are special and valuable. YaHU’aH has a plan and a purpose for your pain. Never, ever give up on life. You have more to give.
The Illusion of Healing
This morning, an email arrived that brought the memory of a past deception into sharp focus, making it impossible to remain silent. It was a simple "Happy Father's Day" message from the Georgia Mental Health Consumer Network (GMHCN), the very organization that, years ago, fully exposed me to the empty promises of the mental health system. That email was the spark that ignited the fire to finally write this testimony.
Years prior, a well-meaning friend, noticing my passion for helping others, had persistently suggested I become a certified peer specialist with that same organization. My gut reaction was to refuse. The program carried the "mental health" label, and I had already seen the profound wickedness hiding behind that curtain.
But my friend's persistence wore me down, and I eventually agreed, perhaps hoping I could bring a sliver of real Truth into a broken system. The training was framed as an opportunity for us to share our personal stories of overcoming mental crisis to inspire others. But from the moment it began, I understood the deepest, most insidious truth of all: the mental health system was never designed for anyone to truly overcome.
Each day, we shared our stories. As I listened, my spirit grew heavy. I saw two undeniable realities: every person in that room, despite their smiles, had a soul still in chains, and not a single one had truly conquered the darkness they claimed to have overcome. It was brutally obvious to me—not because I stood in judgment, but because my eyes had been opened in that surreal moment in the SHU. I could see past the performance. The training, however, continued with applause and cheerful hugs. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. How could everyone be so joyful? We were a room of wounded people, being "certified" to lead other wounded people to a freedom they had not yet found themselves. The entire class graduated, a new force of the blind, sent out to lead the blind.
After one speaking event, I knew I could not be part of the madness. I parted ways. Stepping away from that system of illusion created the space for a true, divine intervention. That moment of final, profound awakening came during the PLAN-DEMIC. I awakened to the full knowledge of who I am and the gift I had been given—to see past the physical and into the soul. I was chosen in a way the church could never explain, corporations could never replicate, and the mental health system could never, ever grasp. I received a vision of the name of the true Messiah that rocked me to my core, leaving me drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted.
A fire to speak the Truth rose in me like never before. It led me back to the GMHCN. This time, my story was different—one of true victory. As per their protocol, I had to reshare my story with a lead team member.
I knew that when they heard what had been revealed to me, they would be excited. I was dead wrong. After I finished, there was a heavy, deafening silence. It felt as if I had announced I had a bomb strapped to my chest. They rejected my reentry, telling me my story had "changed" and that I should reschedule when I could "remember" it correctly. I was furious, but I was also swiftly reminded of the very system I was dealing with—one that graduates an entire class of people still handcuffed to their past.
Contrary to what the experts have claimed, and people have comfortably accepted, the true freedom of your mental state is not what they desire. Take the so-called black community as a perfect example. The same entities that built the harsh conditions of the projects, the schools that look and operate like state and federal prisons, planted crack in the neighborhoods, poisoned the foods with fake flavors, ingredients, toxins, and chemicals, and offered the mother of the home substantial government assistance when the father is absent—are the same entities that will instantly diagnose one with mental problems when they complain or have problems as a result of the aforementioned conditions.
The Foundation of True Peace
Why would a massive system, claiming to be for your state of mind, actually be its total opposite?
The Apostle Paul declared, “With the mind, I myself serve the Torah of YaHU’aH.” And King David charged his son, “Know the AL’uah of your father, and serve Him with a perfect heart and a willing mind…” (1 Chronicles 28:9).
Why would a mind be willing to serve the Torah of YaHU’aH if it is catered to, crippled by, and chained to a system that offers only temporary relief and a false sense of comfort? It wouldn’t. And that is the entire point of the mental health system. It is not designed to bring you out of your mental prison, but to get you comfortable in it—to make you find an illusion of peace in a place you were never meant to stay.
This is where the foundation of true shalum (peace)—a peace the world’s systems can never offer—is laid. It is not found in a diagnosis or a prescription, but in a mind stayed on The AL'mighty. As the prophet Isaiah declared, “You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You” (Isaiah 26:3). This is not a feel-good, inspirational cliché to get you emotional in church. It is a divine guarantee, a principle proven throughout history by those who walked in it.
The Lion’s Den
Dany’AL 6:10, 22: When a law was passed to criminalize seeking YaHU’aH, Dany’AL didn’t flinch. He continued his rhythm of trust, and YaHU’aH shut the lions’ mouths.
The Fiery Furnace
Dany’AL 3:17–18: Facing a fiery death, three young Ibriym spoke without fear, trusting YaHU’aH could deliver—but vowing to remain faithful even if He didn’t.
During National Collapse
YashaYAHU 26:3–4: Amid chaos and moral collapse, YashaYAHU delivered a word of peace, promised only to those whose minds were stayed on YaHU’aH.
Rejection and Isolation
YarmiYAHU 15:16: Mocked and imprisoned, YarmiYAHU found his joy not in the approval of others, but in consuming the words of the Most High.
Famine and Collapse
Ḥabaqquq 3:17–18: Seeing ruin ahead, Ḥabaqquq chose to rejoice, his peace flowing not from his circumstances, but from who YaHU’aH is.
Covenant Strength vs. Systemic Lies
This is the peace that surpasses all understanding, the strength that allowed me to survive my own darkness and the same strength that was absent in the eyes of the souls I saw in the prison. The men of old like Dany'AL and YarmiYAHU did not have a therapist or a system to lean on; they had a covenant with the Most High. Their minds were stayed on Him, and in the face of death, collapse, and isolation, they found a shalum that this world and its systems cannot replicate and do not want you to find.
Now, let’s be brutally honest. Do you think either of these people would have even considered to ensure such a trial if they were functioning under the mental care of today’s systems? Truthfully, not one of them would have risen to challenge the regimes or remained faithful to what they believed, facing such adversity.
And the wicked who run this age knows this very clearly about humanity. That is why, through movies, books, education, and even Bible reading churches, they encourage a mentality that is rebellious to the path of shalum, that enabled those of the ancient days to stand calmly against some of the greatest challenges known to mankind. They rather you cower behind the false claims of the so-called experts, never realizing and rising about the lies that never offer true serenity. This is exactly what I witnessed working in the federal prison, as a personal trainer, coach childing, and counseling adults. I looked in their eyes and saw the Truth of not just what was on the inside—their captivity, but the environment that was purely designed to deceive them into believing they are okay where they are.
And the moment you expose the truth and how to get free—they run back into that dark corner of their mind, convinced it's a safe zone.
Do not settle for the illusion of peace. Seek the Truth that sets you free and step out of the darkness. Your true life is waiting.
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