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Nickname/Username	BlockchainDJ
First Name	Derek
Last Name	Johnson
Location	Greer South Carolina
Brief Introduction	Born and raised in Philadelphia in 1968. Row homes, hard lessons, and learning early that life doesn’t hand out sympathy. I was raised by my father. My mother wasn’t there, and whether I admitted it or not, that left gaps. There are things a man learns from a woman that I simply didn’t get. That absence shaped how I loved, how I led, and how I chose. I’ve been married three times. And if I’m being honest, I was never equally yoked. I moved with ambition, pride, and ego more than humility. Over time, that imbalance starts to weigh on you. You can only outrun yourself for so long. In 2017, life slowed me down in a way I didn’t choose. I had a stroke. I temporarily lost my eyesight and hearing. Later, I found out I had tumors on my brain. That changes a man. Not in theory. In reality. When your body shuts down, your pride follows. That season forced me to confront everything I avoided. My health. My relationships. My faith. My identity. Redemption isn’t about image. It’s about surrender. Now I’m seeking the Father. Not casually. Not culturally. Humbly. I’m learning that strength isn’t loud. It’s obedient. It’s disciplined. It’s accountable. I’m not chasing applause anymore. I’m chasing alignment. And for the first time in my life, that feels like real progress.
Church Membership	Online Member

About Me

Age	57
About Member	I was born in Philadelphia in 1968. Raised in row homes where excuses didn’t survive long. My father raised me. My mother wasn’t there. That absence mattered more than I understood at the time. A man can grow up strong and still grow up incomplete. There are things you only learn from a woman’s presence. Nurture. Balance. Softness. I didn’t get that blueprint. So I built myself the only way I knew how. Hard. Driven. Guarded. I’ve been married three times. And if I’m honest, I was never equally yoked. Not spiritually. Not emotionally. Not structurally. I carried ambition but not alignment. Pride but not humility. You can achieve and still be out of order. And eventually, the weight of that imbalance catches up to you. In 2017, life interrupted me. I had a stroke. I temporarily lost my eyesight and hearing. Imagine being a man who prides himself on strength and suddenly not being able to see or hear. Later I learned I had tumors on my brain. That wasn’t a motivational quote. That was a reckoning. When your body shuts down, your ego gets real quiet. I didn’t choose that season. But it chose me. It forced me to sit still. To reflect. To confront who I was when no one was clapping. It made me realize success without surrender is empty. Now I’m seeking the Father with intention. Not tradition. Not performance. Humility. I’m learning that leadership starts with obedience. That strength is discipline. That redemption isn’t about looking better. It’s about becoming better. I’m not chasing validation anymore.I’m chasing alignment. And for the first time in my life, I understand that brokenness can be the doorway to purpose. Redemption isn’t a slogan for me.It’s a decision.
Israelite Identity	Yes, Im a Spiritual Israelite
Experience	I’ve been searching for real truth since 2010. Not casually. Intentionally. I went to churches. Men’s retreats. Bible studies. Conferences. I showed up. I listened. I took notes. I tried to plug in. But if I’m being honest, I never felt spiritually connected. I didn’t feel healed. I didn’t feel transformed. I didn’t see men I could look at and say, “That’s who I’m trying to follow.” It felt structured. Organized. Routine. But not alive. And I wasn’t looking for religion. I was looking for restoration. Around 2017, I started digging deeper into the Hebrew Israelite teachings. I didn’t jump in emotionally. I studied. I slowed down. And for the first time, certain scriptures started opening up differently. Things connected. Patterns made sense. But physically connecting with others on that path? That was harder. I started listening to brothers teaching on the streets. Some of what they said made strong points. Some dots connected. But as I kept observing, it began to feel like organized anger. Organized division. In some ways, it felt no different than the church systems I had already stepped away from. Different uniform. Same energy. Truth without love turns into noise. And I wasn’t led to lock into those camps either. So I stayed searching. Quietly. Carefully. Trying to separate ego from scripture. Emotion from conviction. Culture from calling. I’m not chasing movements anymore.I’m chasing understanding. And if it doesn’t produce humility, healing, and real change in a man, I’m not interested in wearing the label.

Derek