Friday, October 19, 2007
A quote to live by.
Mat 7:15 Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.
Friday, June 15, 2007
A little about the title of this blog.
When I was very little, I was very much a Daddy's Girl.
My father and mother divorced when I was in third grade. My father was given the majority of the custody over my two older brothers and I because he made a considerable amount more money, and had an expensive lawyer.
Over the years, my father spoiled me, as I was the only girl, and the youngest child, at that. My oldest brother was praised for his intelligence and cooking skills. The middle child, my brother Chris, was the one my father never really tried to understand or get to know, and thus never grew very close to him.
As the spoiled little daddy's girl, I looked up to my father tremendously, and believed anything he would tell me. While I was still attending elementary school, my father began to tell me all sorts of interesting things. That he could astral-travel and speak to the dead. He began to include my brothers in these conversations somewhere along the line. And as the years progressed, my father's stories became more amazing and inclusive.
One night, lying in his bed in the dark, my father told us all about the wispy ghost-like creatures he called Flyers, or Mud-Shadows. He told us that these creatures originated from a demon who lived in another galaxy. This demon (who my brother refers to as Mastema) created the creatures to harm and eventually kill the human race, and the Seers and Shamans of the world. My father told us that if we ever doubted my father, or were ever afraid, it was because these Flyers were devouring our souls and our auras and slowly killing us.
Because I was so young, and loved my father so much, I actually believed it. As did my oldest brother. The middle child, Chris, pretended to believe in it in order to not isolate himself from our family.
Later he told me that because of this giant demon, he was going to give me a key to another universe, to save the human race when the End of the World came, in 2007. He said he would "walk out" of this dimension and into the holy dimension, what most people call Heaven, and that I was to use this 'key' to open the portal to the next dimension, while my eldest brother attacked the demon to keep him at bay.
I was given the role of "Keeper of the Key", and my eldest brother was given the role "Guardian" of me, to protect me as I saved the human race at the end of the world.
Chris was not really given a role, but was told he would be saved when the end of the world came.
Later he said he began getting "visions from God", as he would lay down for naps in the afternoons. Sometimes his visions were of good things, but mostly it was God telling my father how important my Father was.
One afternoon, my father received a vision from God. God showed him a hill in the desert. On the hill was giant, wooden crosses. Then the vision honed in on a cross with a man on it, and the man was my father.
Naturally my father was rather excited. What could possibly make him more important and powerful than being the resurrected Jesus Christ, son of God?
Eventually, all of his children and followers came to their senses, and realized he's full of shit, and is just a crazy, paranoid alcoholic.
None of his children call him or visit him. It's not that we hate him. It's that, well, it's pretty depressing. He used to be happier, full of life, less crazy.
And thus, my father's sanity has slowly wained over the years, to a point where he can't hold a regular job, and has no friends.
But, at least we're free. Free from the weights of a cult. Free from having to hide and lie to people about my religion. Free from my father's lies and visions.
Free, at last, to create my own opinions and thoughts about the world I live in.
My father and mother divorced when I was in third grade. My father was given the majority of the custody over my two older brothers and I because he made a considerable amount more money, and had an expensive lawyer.
Over the years, my father spoiled me, as I was the only girl, and the youngest child, at that. My oldest brother was praised for his intelligence and cooking skills. The middle child, my brother Chris, was the one my father never really tried to understand or get to know, and thus never grew very close to him.
As the spoiled little daddy's girl, I looked up to my father tremendously, and believed anything he would tell me. While I was still attending elementary school, my father began to tell me all sorts of interesting things. That he could astral-travel and speak to the dead. He began to include my brothers in these conversations somewhere along the line. And as the years progressed, my father's stories became more amazing and inclusive.
One night, lying in his bed in the dark, my father told us all about the wispy ghost-like creatures he called Flyers, or Mud-Shadows. He told us that these creatures originated from a demon who lived in another galaxy. This demon (who my brother refers to as Mastema) created the creatures to harm and eventually kill the human race, and the Seers and Shamans of the world. My father told us that if we ever doubted my father, or were ever afraid, it was because these Flyers were devouring our souls and our auras and slowly killing us.
Because I was so young, and loved my father so much, I actually believed it. As did my oldest brother. The middle child, Chris, pretended to believe in it in order to not isolate himself from our family.
Later he told me that because of this giant demon, he was going to give me a key to another universe, to save the human race when the End of the World came, in 2007. He said he would "walk out" of this dimension and into the holy dimension, what most people call Heaven, and that I was to use this 'key' to open the portal to the next dimension, while my eldest brother attacked the demon to keep him at bay.
I was given the role of "Keeper of the Key", and my eldest brother was given the role "Guardian" of me, to protect me as I saved the human race at the end of the world.
Chris was not really given a role, but was told he would be saved when the end of the world came.
Later he said he began getting "visions from God", as he would lay down for naps in the afternoons. Sometimes his visions were of good things, but mostly it was God telling my father how important my Father was.
One afternoon, my father received a vision from God. God showed him a hill in the desert. On the hill was giant, wooden crosses. Then the vision honed in on a cross with a man on it, and the man was my father.
Naturally my father was rather excited. What could possibly make him more important and powerful than being the resurrected Jesus Christ, son of God?
Eventually, all of his children and followers came to their senses, and realized he's full of shit, and is just a crazy, paranoid alcoholic.
None of his children call him or visit him. It's not that we hate him. It's that, well, it's pretty depressing. He used to be happier, full of life, less crazy.
And thus, my father's sanity has slowly wained over the years, to a point where he can't hold a regular job, and has no friends.
But, at least we're free. Free from the weights of a cult. Free from having to hide and lie to people about my religion. Free from my father's lies and visions.
Free, at last, to create my own opinions and thoughts about the world I live in.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Neat little video
I'm having some trouble actually finding an mp3 of this song anywhere, but the video is pretty neat.
Watch it here.
Watch it here.
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