About 5 weeks ago, on a rainy Sunday morning, around 8 a.m. Andy and I were having breakfast, the light in the dining room was on, and there was a knock at the door. The sound of the knock was one of those that would lead you to believe the person knocking was a friend or family member.
We were still in our pajamas, but I went to the door. It was a young man, and I talked with him through the door, he said his friend’s car broke down and was in the middle school either driveway or parking lot. Either way, there are plenty of houses in between, but he ended up at our home. My son Mario said it was because the house looks so welcoming…maybe I made it too welcoming.
He said he saw Andy’s truck and wondered if we could give them a jump. Well, we are now a target age, and while Andy can make his own decisions, I am not going to tell anyone to open the door to a stranger. More than fear, this is called Discernment.
I wasn’t happy about it, but I called the police. The police came and helped the young man.
This all seems so overblown, you called the police. Yes, I did. And I would do it again. We are so lucky to have such a great police force in Tallmadge. I pray they are always safe, and their families blessed.
This was 1975, and he was saying there are a few bad apples.
When I was 18, I was headed out of the house one evening, and as I walked out of the house, my Dad said, always keep a dime (not even a quarter) in your pocket to make an emergency call and don’t trust the police. Ok……this is a new message, not heard before.
This was 1975, and he was saying there are a few bad apples.
I did not raise my kids to believe the police were the bad guys, they learned early in life that the police came to save you. I did tell them that there might be a bad cop in the group, and to watch out. And like my Dad, I shared that message with my son at an older age.
I have had to depend on the police on more than a few different occasions, so for me, they are protectors. As I drive throughout the U.S., sometimes in a car with Ohio license plates, I am aware that I could be a target for anyone who hates. And I am well aware that the officer pulling me over could be of any gender or race and may not like me. A woman on the road alone is a target. I could write a book on that alone.
In a controlling relationship, you can’t make a statement, comment, or have an opinion using data of any sort. The controller doesn’t want to hear your data or statistics.
Your questions will go unanswered because the controller doesn’t need to respond. You will do as you are told, now read that sentence with a Nazi accent. You WILL DO as you are Told.
The only thing that matters is what they have to say.
The controller wants you to listen to them, and when you refuse to listen, they beat you down. They will use intimidation, will take food from your mouth, make sure you have no money, keep you on pins and needles so you cannot make coherent decisions, and increase the Rhetoric.
That means in the social media world, they will post memes stating you are a racist if you do not do this, whatever “this is” That is intimidation. They will put down your political beliefs calling you a racist (notice the common theme here, get it?) and paint with that BROAD brush, once again, That is intimidation.
I had counseling, so I am keenly aware of the Controller, and I will fight it to my death. I am a lucky woman because I will never be controlled. I will continuously ask questions, and if you cannot answer my questions, or allow me to ask questions, I know who you are, a follower of a controller or a controller.
As long as there are humans on earth, there will be hate, there will be division, there will be a love of money. Man has an ego. Man wants to control.
It is looking like the way religion was taught is a problem. We have groups of people following organizations without leaders with actual names, people whose names are unknown, unidentifiable.
So, you follow something you cannot see?
When I ask who is at the top of an organization, I hear crickets, when I ask where the money is coming from, I hear crickets.
So, you follow an idea without a leader? I guarantee you one thing, there is a leader, this is about money, this is about control, and there is a huge ego, and they are laughing at you. Egos love minions. Minions make the Egos incredibly happy.
Are there more Minions today because of religious training?
Current events are making me so happy I did not take my kids to church for organized group think. I raised my kids to pray and have a relationship with the Lord. Not to groupthink. Strive to be a leader, not a follower. And if you are thinking, we can’t all be leaders, some of us need to be followers. You raise the followers, and I will raise the leaders.
And by the way, if there were more leaders than followers, we would have more prosperous families. Fathers and Mothers would raise successful children.
Clear as day, I am seeing the damaging side of the religious organization. I really don’t want to go there, because, without the churches in poor neighborhoods, people would starve.
But, I see the Elitist of Theology, struggling to make sure you know that they know more than you. You must listen to what I tell you. I know more than you.
Can you recall from your religious teachings who comes in the Night to Destroy?
Now, let’s dance a little
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