Personal Info

Hello I’m Darius Moore, I’m currently 21, about to get my bachelors in psychology, I’m between 5’10-6 ft, 160-170 pounds, when I was a child like 1 years old, my dad introduced me to basketball and I grew to love it, I played many sports as a child in Hawaii, my kindergarten, 1st and 2nd grade years, I played soccer, baseball, football and basketball when life was good but then we moved to Virginia and all of that stopped.

I abandoned God which allowed Satan to come in and destroy my family, I started being haunted by satanic spirits and got into pornography and things got worse and worse and worse as time went on, no matter what I did nothing seemed to fix or heal or bring my family back together, not academic success or becoming a ranked soccer player, nothing was good enough and so as a last ditch effort, I thought maybe another child for them to love would solve things and I advocated for us to adopt a child which we did, my little sister Kareema but that was a mistake and I’m around 14 at this time and my mom started beating and abusing my sister for no good reason other than “discipline” I guess that’s what her mom told her when she would beat her, but I would often try to be the mediator or peacekeeper things would escalate, I still remember the feeling of my mom’s nails around my throat, her eyes weren’t angry but more confused and fearful but I couldn’t always protect Kareema either due to school or the gym but this lasted until I was 17 when I decided I can just kill my mother that’d solve the problems we were facing, the amount of hatred built up over the years towards my mother and all mankind, so one night I believe around 1 am I grabbed the aluminium baseball bat in my room and crept silently into my mother’s room, nothing but Kareema’s screams and the way I was going to bash my mother’s brains in, not before breaking her limbs and defiling and mutilating her corpse and right as I lifted the bat above my head, my mind washed with a childlike memorabilia of my childhood, me as a child laughing and running out my mom’s room in a surreal peace remembering my life with Christ as I followed out the door to try and kill that as well, I was lead into the kitchen to which I grabbed a kitchen knife to slit my throat but I heard a voice call out “DARIUS” and I stopped, my mind now flooding with Christ and I didn’t understand but I fell asleep and the Lord appeared in translucent white linen robes shining brighter than the sun, with holes in His hands and feet, like His transfiguration on the mountain, or in the furnace with Meshach, Shadrach and Abednego, and I gave my life to the Lord that day, and carved a Cross outline or insignia on my left hand as to never forget the Lord ever again.

I began reading my Bible from front to back, I went to ACU for my freshman year in college, red shirted or helped the girls team since they weren’t redshirting for the men’s team, I transferred to MSU developed and learned about myself from a psychological standpoint, a plethora of personality disorders and mental health problems but at the same time, I grew a lot closer to Christ and overcome my porn addiction and well as masturbation, just a lot of problem stemming from neglect, isolation and self-hate, this occurring during my first year at MSU me being a sophomore and being vehicularly homeless as a junior even with a job but everything being done in hope towards the future family, hoping to adopt Kareema undermine or my dad’s care, while becoming and gaining all the necessary things it requires to be a good husband and dad to my future family and doing everything for them and I believe basketball with Christ is the way to do that as I think it’s one of my best fruits to give to Him and now I’m just struggling with the ideology behind scarification, how to me it’s a form of devotion and a way to be good enough for if Christ gave everything He had for those He loved why is it wrong for me to follow in similar footsteps but that’s for later, basketball with the Texas Seraphim allows me the chance for the many dreams Christ has shown me to come to fruition, a beginning and a building block.