Sunday, February 24, 2008
Transfering from old blog to new...gone bad
If you are here looking for my archives I am at a loss as to where in cyberspace they are...I sent some of you a link to this new blog. so if you are wondering why the canvas is so blank, the only thing I found posted was my first basic intro. rant from way back...so bear with me if you are looking for something from the archives. I will resolve this, surely...but for now, just stay tuned...there is actually a lot that I must share soon. It is wrong to keep it so under wraps...it's is the very true and very real tale of a very bad thing happening to some very nice people...welcome to the police state. More soon...thanks and glad you found me here.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Allow me to Introduce myself...
I don't apologize for who I am. I will not change for the sake of conformity. What I believe is too precious to me to abandon for an easier or broader road. I am closing in on the beginning of the 4th decade of my life on this planet. I am a finely crafted specimen of an exotic and rare female, one that is scarce on the landscape of the 21st century.
Being nauseated by feminism at an early age, made me different by default. I was in a special situation to observe the affects and note the harsh changes that the women's lib movement brought into the life of an impressionable grade-school aged girl, with an IQ of 163, in the midst of the tumult of the full swing of the new liberal woman. During the mass abandonment of the home for the workplace, most women didn't question what the under lying intentions of this movement could be...It was a slick move to rush women out of the home under the guise of equality. Few women were thinking for themselves as society became awashed with this new mentality in the 1970's.
So many women just went with the flow and their families and children ultimately suffered. It is only upon reflection, in the light of two decades past, that we clearly see the trail of families dismantled, marriages abandoned, children raised by hired hands. This illuminated path is littered with the fall-out from the explosion of crime, drug-use, and suicide rates. Unwed mothers-to-be waddled with their bulging bellies down the enlightened path in ever increasing numbers. Hence, Abortion became a tipping point for women to take sides, to be divided and conquered.
My grandmother had resisted and remained devoted to her family, finding creative ways to keep her priorities and special purpose as a woman in order even in the face of the great depression, war and southern fried poverty. My own mother resisted in the midst of the movement and held firm to her blessed and divinely imparted feminine role. She taught me how to balance the pressure to put family above the materialistic trend of a two income household. She gave me the strength and knowledge I needed to reject societal pressures to put my role as wife and mother somewhere other than top priority, where it most certainly belonged and remains to this day.
I am a fully formed believer in the Bible and the life and truth of the messiah Jesus Christ. When the laws of the land no longer permit me to posses the Word of God in the form of the New Testament and the name of Jesus becomes a felony to utter, I will be on the streets with my beloved bible under my arm and the name of Jesus on my lips. That's just me. I am here on this planet to pursue my relationship with the Creator God Almighty. I do so independent of any religion created by mere men. A man-made religion can not have a God inspired objective.It can only serve as a distraction to the wondrous connection that comes from knowing your Savior and trusting Him with your very life. Surrender is a beautiful place and it is found on your knees when you are compelled to repent and wake another day to avoid the mistakes of days now past.
This is a relationship that evolves. It ebbs and it flows. It is the one thing that makes being here make sense, as the larger picture is clearly revealed. I gave my life to the Lord Jesus when I was 9 years old and He has been my kind and corrective Shepard ever since. I have been a stray sheep and I have been a black sheep but I am a member of the flock.
I am basically a very different and complex creature that rarely goes a day without laughing so hard I accidentally snort with glee. I am however a strict and reasoned parent. I have lead, guided and directed my sons to the best of my God-given abilities. I am thrilled that they are productive, intelligent, thoughtful and hard working members of society. They are 18 and 16 and they are gifts from God Almighty. They are on loan to me as a sign of God's trust and faith in me.
I know it is a radical thought, but I only taught my sons abstinence in the context of their sexual development and their actions related to the feelings their new hormones provided. I was never going to be the parent that pushed condoms and gave my stamp of approval to the notion that some how a piece of latex absolved anyone from the moral and ethical consequences of pre-marital sex. I was never going to be the mother that had to bear the heart ache of a child that became entangled in the devastating affects of sex acts that are far beyond their maturity and responsibility levels. I taught them that to abstain is to show the highest respect to the young lady that they profess to have intense feelings for at the time. I am happy to report that my oldest son is in a year long relationship with a beautiful and intelligent young lady that he respects and cares about too much to even expose her to a situation that would compromise the sacredness of her virginity. If you teach your children what is truly valuable in this life at an age that will imprint upon them for a lifetime you will find that our teenagers are capable of resisting the temptations of a overtly perversely sexualized society without ever regretting their decision to abstain from participating.
I believe in truth. I want truth in government. I want truth in the media. I want truth for the strength of our constitution and for the continuation of our society in the manner that was intended by our founding fathers. I want everyone to be honest and for all of the lies to be transparent to the citizens of this great nation. If the truth is not in them, let the people see their lies for what they are... and in their deceptions I pray multitudes will see with discernment their evil intentions. We have a responsibility to pull back the curtain on the great and terrible wizard of our land of oz.
I live in a very small town in a very small state. The state that gave the world Bill Clinton. It was the media transformation of a man that we all knew locally to be a scoundrel of the highest order in the confines of our little state, that first set my 23 year old mind to comprehending the deceptive intentions of every single thing that is piped into our homes via the television. I was awoken during that campaign to tactics and lies that I never had conceived could exist in a country as great as ours. I was appalled and I was compelled to reconsider the world that I had trusted and given very little thought to at large. I was awoken to the bigger picture that no one seemed to want to have a look at...it was a maddening and lonely time but I am an ever vigilant seeker and I continue to research and understand more and more to this day. It is our duty as citizens and patriots not to leave the thinking and the action to anyone other than ourselves. When a society nods and lock steps with whatever their political party or preacher tells them to believe we continue to set ourselves up for a very big and mortally wounding fall.
I never feel alarmist in my beliefs. I know that there are many others out there that relate to my beliefs and feelings about the state of the world and that realize the hope is not in the power of the government. Our hope is not in the success of our foreign policy or the lives of our pop stars. We are a society that is sick and dying. We are a people that as a whole is uninformed and apathetic. We are as a whole a family in crisis. I don't want you or anyone else to wave the flag and think that there is some power in that action. I want everyone to understand that you must know more than what you are fed on the cable news network of your choosing. Their is no truth in this media, only distraction and conditioning that you would be appalled to be the recipient of if you took the time to realize that it is actually happening with your implied consent by tuning in...
I want everyone to rethink the version of events on 9/11 that you went to sleep believing on the evening of that fateful day. If you haven't given it much critical thought in the ensuing 6 plus years I highly encourage you do so...this will open your mind to the consequences that were the intended result of that day. Then ask yourself who benefited. I want you to look at the lies and the truth and the fairy tales and the raw truth. I don't want any of you to be intimidated or afraid to think for yourself on this issue.
It is under the threat of being called a conspiracy theorist that we all must do this but that is where we hold tight to our rights and our constitution and dive head-long into the world of the bitter truth. Why is this issue so important? Because it is the biggest covert murderous psyops operation every perpetrated on the American people. It is a harsh reality when you realize the finger was pointed in the wrong direction, by design. and as Forrest Gump so aptly put it, "that's all I have to say about vietnam."
I am married to the man of my ultimate dreams. I am in the relationship that I dreamed about when I was little and planning on marrying my daddy when I grew up. My daddy was my greatest role model and the man I revered most. He set the bar for all other men that were to come into my life. Sadly, I became a full-grown woman without my father to consult.
My father was the love of my young life and he died when I was still very much a daddy's girl at the age of eighteen.
I thought the world was over and the breath that I drew was wicked and mocking...I was devastated. My parents had the perfect marriage and the finest example of love and sharing and appropriate roles for men and women and there was a deep respect in my home for each and there was added emphasis on the specialness of my mother's place.
I got my butt whooped for smarting off to my mother. I was a rebellious and opinionated child that clashed with my mother with great regularity. I was the child that would try her the most and I am the child that she had to pay the most attention to and I was going to get her attention, either by hook or by crook. I have been interesting to parent and I think that my mother has given up on changing me or molding me more to her vision of her first born daughter. She is pleased and proud to be my mother but she and I have faced off more than once and our relationship is stronger and our opinions of each other are wiser because of it. I am a devoted daughter that loves and appreciates the bible loving, God fearing, strong willed old fashion valued women that have shaped my life. Even my dad's overtly mean and bitter mother was a grandmother that taught me alot about what not to be if you want to be successful in life. She was hateful and had spite in her veins. I think this contrast served to imprint great lessons in my mind as I went from girl to woman. One grandmother loved everyday that she lived and the other loathed herself to the extent that she vowed to out live all five of her children, and she did... she left this earth broken and unloved, by her own design.
We each need to acknowledge that our lives are lead by design and the crafter of this divine exisitence is much more than a random assembly of atom matter. We are asked to give the control to our creator and to work out our salvation in the situations that we are presented with on our journey. The more control that we hold for ourselves the less that we are in the right place to experience the best God has intented for us. It is our own willfullness that puts us in the wrong place to experience our greatest blessings. Many times these blessings come in packages that also contain sacrifice and suffering. It is not for us to pick the packages that land at our feet, but we are to open them and embrace the experience, knowing that God will never give you anything you can not bear or any responsibility that He can't trust you to handle. Occassionally there will be blessings that come with nothing but bliss and joy attached, but to think that this is the only way that the best life has to offer will present itself, is naive and ignores the wonderment of the mind of God.
Being nauseated by feminism at an early age, made me different by default. I was in a special situation to observe the affects and note the harsh changes that the women's lib movement brought into the life of an impressionable grade-school aged girl, with an IQ of 163, in the midst of the tumult of the full swing of the new liberal woman. During the mass abandonment of the home for the workplace, most women didn't question what the under lying intentions of this movement could be...It was a slick move to rush women out of the home under the guise of equality. Few women were thinking for themselves as society became awashed with this new mentality in the 1970's.
So many women just went with the flow and their families and children ultimately suffered. It is only upon reflection, in the light of two decades past, that we clearly see the trail of families dismantled, marriages abandoned, children raised by hired hands. This illuminated path is littered with the fall-out from the explosion of crime, drug-use, and suicide rates. Unwed mothers-to-be waddled with their bulging bellies down the enlightened path in ever increasing numbers. Hence, Abortion became a tipping point for women to take sides, to be divided and conquered.
My grandmother had resisted and remained devoted to her family, finding creative ways to keep her priorities and special purpose as a woman in order even in the face of the great depression, war and southern fried poverty. My own mother resisted in the midst of the movement and held firm to her blessed and divinely imparted feminine role. She taught me how to balance the pressure to put family above the materialistic trend of a two income household. She gave me the strength and knowledge I needed to reject societal pressures to put my role as wife and mother somewhere other than top priority, where it most certainly belonged and remains to this day.
I am a fully formed believer in the Bible and the life and truth of the messiah Jesus Christ. When the laws of the land no longer permit me to posses the Word of God in the form of the New Testament and the name of Jesus becomes a felony to utter, I will be on the streets with my beloved bible under my arm and the name of Jesus on my lips. That's just me. I am here on this planet to pursue my relationship with the Creator God Almighty. I do so independent of any religion created by mere men. A man-made religion can not have a God inspired objective.It can only serve as a distraction to the wondrous connection that comes from knowing your Savior and trusting Him with your very life. Surrender is a beautiful place and it is found on your knees when you are compelled to repent and wake another day to avoid the mistakes of days now past.
This is a relationship that evolves. It ebbs and it flows. It is the one thing that makes being here make sense, as the larger picture is clearly revealed. I gave my life to the Lord Jesus when I was 9 years old and He has been my kind and corrective Shepard ever since. I have been a stray sheep and I have been a black sheep but I am a member of the flock.
I am basically a very different and complex creature that rarely goes a day without laughing so hard I accidentally snort with glee. I am however a strict and reasoned parent. I have lead, guided and directed my sons to the best of my God-given abilities. I am thrilled that they are productive, intelligent, thoughtful and hard working members of society. They are 18 and 16 and they are gifts from God Almighty. They are on loan to me as a sign of God's trust and faith in me.
I know it is a radical thought, but I only taught my sons abstinence in the context of their sexual development and their actions related to the feelings their new hormones provided. I was never going to be the parent that pushed condoms and gave my stamp of approval to the notion that some how a piece of latex absolved anyone from the moral and ethical consequences of pre-marital sex. I was never going to be the mother that had to bear the heart ache of a child that became entangled in the devastating affects of sex acts that are far beyond their maturity and responsibility levels. I taught them that to abstain is to show the highest respect to the young lady that they profess to have intense feelings for at the time. I am happy to report that my oldest son is in a year long relationship with a beautiful and intelligent young lady that he respects and cares about too much to even expose her to a situation that would compromise the sacredness of her virginity. If you teach your children what is truly valuable in this life at an age that will imprint upon them for a lifetime you will find that our teenagers are capable of resisting the temptations of a overtly perversely sexualized society without ever regretting their decision to abstain from participating.
I believe in truth. I want truth in government. I want truth in the media. I want truth for the strength of our constitution and for the continuation of our society in the manner that was intended by our founding fathers. I want everyone to be honest and for all of the lies to be transparent to the citizens of this great nation. If the truth is not in them, let the people see their lies for what they are... and in their deceptions I pray multitudes will see with discernment their evil intentions. We have a responsibility to pull back the curtain on the great and terrible wizard of our land of oz.
I live in a very small town in a very small state. The state that gave the world Bill Clinton. It was the media transformation of a man that we all knew locally to be a scoundrel of the highest order in the confines of our little state, that first set my 23 year old mind to comprehending the deceptive intentions of every single thing that is piped into our homes via the television. I was awoken during that campaign to tactics and lies that I never had conceived could exist in a country as great as ours. I was appalled and I was compelled to reconsider the world that I had trusted and given very little thought to at large. I was awoken to the bigger picture that no one seemed to want to have a look at...it was a maddening and lonely time but I am an ever vigilant seeker and I continue to research and understand more and more to this day. It is our duty as citizens and patriots not to leave the thinking and the action to anyone other than ourselves. When a society nods and lock steps with whatever their political party or preacher tells them to believe we continue to set ourselves up for a very big and mortally wounding fall.
I never feel alarmist in my beliefs. I know that there are many others out there that relate to my beliefs and feelings about the state of the world and that realize the hope is not in the power of the government. Our hope is not in the success of our foreign policy or the lives of our pop stars. We are a society that is sick and dying. We are a people that as a whole is uninformed and apathetic. We are as a whole a family in crisis. I don't want you or anyone else to wave the flag and think that there is some power in that action. I want everyone to understand that you must know more than what you are fed on the cable news network of your choosing. Their is no truth in this media, only distraction and conditioning that you would be appalled to be the recipient of if you took the time to realize that it is actually happening with your implied consent by tuning in...
I want everyone to rethink the version of events on 9/11 that you went to sleep believing on the evening of that fateful day. If you haven't given it much critical thought in the ensuing 6 plus years I highly encourage you do so...this will open your mind to the consequences that were the intended result of that day. Then ask yourself who benefited. I want you to look at the lies and the truth and the fairy tales and the raw truth. I don't want any of you to be intimidated or afraid to think for yourself on this issue.
It is under the threat of being called a conspiracy theorist that we all must do this but that is where we hold tight to our rights and our constitution and dive head-long into the world of the bitter truth. Why is this issue so important? Because it is the biggest covert murderous psyops operation every perpetrated on the American people. It is a harsh reality when you realize the finger was pointed in the wrong direction, by design. and as Forrest Gump so aptly put it, "that's all I have to say about vietnam."
I am married to the man of my ultimate dreams. I am in the relationship that I dreamed about when I was little and planning on marrying my daddy when I grew up. My daddy was my greatest role model and the man I revered most. He set the bar for all other men that were to come into my life. Sadly, I became a full-grown woman without my father to consult.
My father was the love of my young life and he died when I was still very much a daddy's girl at the age of eighteen.
I thought the world was over and the breath that I drew was wicked and mocking...I was devastated. My parents had the perfect marriage and the finest example of love and sharing and appropriate roles for men and women and there was a deep respect in my home for each and there was added emphasis on the specialness of my mother's place.
I got my butt whooped for smarting off to my mother. I was a rebellious and opinionated child that clashed with my mother with great regularity. I was the child that would try her the most and I am the child that she had to pay the most attention to and I was going to get her attention, either by hook or by crook. I have been interesting to parent and I think that my mother has given up on changing me or molding me more to her vision of her first born daughter. She is pleased and proud to be my mother but she and I have faced off more than once and our relationship is stronger and our opinions of each other are wiser because of it. I am a devoted daughter that loves and appreciates the bible loving, God fearing, strong willed old fashion valued women that have shaped my life. Even my dad's overtly mean and bitter mother was a grandmother that taught me alot about what not to be if you want to be successful in life. She was hateful and had spite in her veins. I think this contrast served to imprint great lessons in my mind as I went from girl to woman. One grandmother loved everyday that she lived and the other loathed herself to the extent that she vowed to out live all five of her children, and she did... she left this earth broken and unloved, by her own design.
We each need to acknowledge that our lives are lead by design and the crafter of this divine exisitence is much more than a random assembly of atom matter. We are asked to give the control to our creator and to work out our salvation in the situations that we are presented with on our journey. The more control that we hold for ourselves the less that we are in the right place to experience the best God has intented for us. It is our own willfullness that puts us in the wrong place to experience our greatest blessings. Many times these blessings come in packages that also contain sacrifice and suffering. It is not for us to pick the packages that land at our feet, but we are to open them and embrace the experience, knowing that God will never give you anything you can not bear or any responsibility that He can't trust you to handle. Occassionally there will be blessings that come with nothing but bliss and joy attached, but to think that this is the only way that the best life has to offer will present itself, is naive and ignores the wonderment of the mind of God.
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