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Overwhelmed –

“OVERWHELMED!” a poem a.k.a.: “Prayer For Release!” June 24, 2019 (Monday) May WAS “Mental Health Month 2019;” however, here is something to shift you into June, which is: “Men’s Health Month 2019!” (I can’t make this stuff up!)

Well, it’s SUNDAY! and -“Evil Spirits” have-invaded THE Church!

Therapists-need-not-attend, for they’re-on-their-“perch,”

Squawking like birds, saying: “There-ain’t-no-evil-en-tities,

For this might detract from our PROFESSIONAL AMENITIES!

Instead, the CONDITIONS that affect our CLIENTS,

Are bio-chemical aberrations, treatable with COMPLIANCE!

Just take these pills, you’ll feel better!

EVIL SPIRITS? [from-a bygone age!] Cast-off-every-fetter!”

Well, I THINK – Whatever you call these conditions,

Whether “evil spirits,” aberrations or “personality additions,”*

Amounts to NOTHING! for-these-“terms” are-just-words-people-use,

To describe mental-hurting-and-suffering! There’s nothing to lose!

And-there’s-nothing-to-gain, from squabbling about terms!

You-might-as-well-say: “My brain has worms!”

Whatever-your-description, PEACE-OF-MIND-doth-calm-the-soul;

WORRY and ANGER can take their toll!

“Evil spirits” Modern-Christians might, of course, call,

Those-symptoms that-seem-to-cause-many to-“take-a-fall,”

And-suffer ANXIETY, another “spirit?”

Sometimes-mental-health-practitioners – don’t-wanna-hear-it,

That: Diseases of Mind and “spirits” coincide;

Whatever you call them, it’s a terrible ride,

For-it’s “next to impossible” – to heal emotions,

E – SPECIAL – ly-with-pills, therapies-and-other-“special-notions!”


To help restore? “Right Mind” and calm!

This prayer’s for all who suffer here,

A Prayer For Release, which-might deal with FEAR,


“I-wish-for-Your-Freedom – from FALSEHOOD and STRESS!”

The Key Points here? Have FAITH! and FORGIVE,

So, in-This-Crazy-World – You-might-once-again live!

fin <3

There is a way back ,
one day it just clicks- you realise what’s important and what isn’t. You learn to care less about what other folk think about you and more about yourself. You realise how far you have come and remember when you thought things were such a mess that you were never going to recover and then you found something to smile about and you fought through the glass bottle to reach out until little pieces fitted back together to love everything about yourself. Oh sure, the journey is rocky, and how you struggled to stay afloat and you remember how you doubted yourself and others . That’s okay to, doubt is growing up to be the best you. Doubt is healing and healthy, searching for the future. And, oh yes, we all need each other to hug. Broken Souls can heal and be the most healthy individuals and healers on earth. Be grateful, be proud of who you are today. Use your knowledge to share your journey to show others how to live the best you.@bestofnatureblog
  • – like schizophrenia!
Nothing in life is what it seems, Professor. This so-called tiny Hummingbird is a graphics created with tiny pieces of paper. Related to your post. Reality is truly hidden by that so-called health Pro supplying medication to help the reach get richer or egotistical ideals that’s why folk never recover – Editor @mdavis
Nothing in life is what it seems – Mystic Poet
  • Stuck in a glass box ~
    Let's run away! Where we will not be found Do you hear me Far away from this maddening pace of life So tired, all the demands Have sent me insane, Never ending sad faces amongst the crowds Pushing and shoving, looking no where Blank faces peering no where Then I saw a blue feather floating … Read More
  • “The Contented Heart,” a.k.a.: “Diary of A Madman.” p. 39 . . .
    . . . considered a mystical poet &, although I know of her, I did not know Emily Dickinson has also been called a mystical poet. (pretty good company, me-thinks! – I mean, to be considered as such.) Trying to fix a person or make them better then, might be replaced with the notion of … Read More
  • Andrew Scott Australian News
    Andrew Scott is a murderer on parole, he recently bashed a mother and her son in their homeThe judge gave him 9 months behind bars but he is immediately eligible for parole.So by my understanding, if someone is on parole for one crime and they commit another crime, doesn’t that mean they should return immediately … Read More
  • Graham Dillion ~ child murder Australian News
    Graham Dillon has been sentenced to 36 years behind bars for the brutal and cowardly murder of his 9 year old son Bradyn, we hope this helps you rest in peace Bradyn. Last year Graham Stuart Dillon pleaded guilty to the 2016 murder of his 9 year old son Bradyn, he was also charged with … Read More
  • SUICIDE ~ Broken soul ~
    Suicide is complex. It usually occurs gradually, progressing from suicidal thoughts, to planning, to attempting suicide and finally dying by suicide. Source: International Association for Suicide Prevention Suicide remains a major gender and social inequality and is a devastating event for families and communities. There were 6,708 suicides in the UK and ROI in 2013. … Read More

Kye Tanson ~ Australia, the ugly side of child rape ~ welcome to prison

Child photographer Kye Tanson will serve at least 15 years behind bars for the rape of 15 children some as young as 9 years old !

A CHILDREN’S photographer who befriended single parents at support groups and joined board game meets at local libraries in order to sexually abuse their children has been sentenced to 19 years’ jail.

Tanson showed a sophisticated and well developed grooming strategy and plan. He would find ways to meet single parents and groom them first, to get close to their children. In no way, shape, or form are the parents to blame for this as Kye is like all child abusers a MASTER manipulator !

Kye John Tanson, 41, who calls himself a “fine art photographer” faced a sentencing hearing in the Brisbane District Court today after pleading guilty to more than 60 child sex offences, including 11 counts of rape against 15 children, aged as young as nine, over almost 20 years.

Judge Brad Farr sentenced the father-of-one to a head sentence of 19 years’ jail for the sick offences against the youngsters.

“You are quite obviously every parent’s worst nightmare,” he said.

He was deemed a serious violent offender, which means he will have to serve 80 per cent of his sentence before being eligible for release. Which means he will serve at least 15 years and 2 months of his 19 year sentence before he is eligible for parole. Well done to Judge Farr for deeming Tanson a serious violent offender and recognizing child rape as the truly violent crime it is !

The court heard the horrific sexual offences occurred in Bundaberg, Brisbane and other areas of south east Queensland between 1997 and 2006. At age 18, Tanson began his predatory behaviour, forcing a 15-year-old to perform oral sex and telling him the pair should make sure they “kept what happened between themselves”.

Six years later, Tanson began seeking out teenage girls, holding sleepovers where he would get them drunk and digitally rape them while they slept, the court today heard. In his mid-20s, the man met a 13-year-old girl at a medieval re-enactment group and told her family he was a “safe zone”. For the record parents, men you meet anywhere… who describe themselves as “safe zones” are not to be trusted.

“He would use public events, public forums, to get close to victims and their families …,” Mr Cook told the court.

“He said he used photography to help troubled teens get out of their homes and away from their parents.”

The court heard Tanson forced many of the children to play the game “truth or dare” and Tanson dared the 13-year-old girl to kiss another child. The 13-year-old later woke up one evening in her underwear having photos taken of her. In another incident, he digitally raped a 12-year-old girl at a sleepover while she was sleeping, the court heard.

After having his own child, Tanson began attending a support group for “parents without partners” at the Chermside Library and began to befriend single mothers, the court heard. You would think that having a child of his own would give him a sense of respect for children and an empathy for his victims.

You would sadly be wrong, he gained no insights into how his offending affected his victims. He gained no respect for children what so ever and kept up his sick disgusting offending against them. Truly his depravity knows no limits and he is far beyond any help. “He said he had dealings with at-risk teens,” Mr Cook told the court.

Kye later became a close friend of a family with a nine-year-old girl, who he began “tutoring”. Tanson digitally raped and bit her nipple while she slept, before the girl woke up and he stopped.

To find his next victim, Tanson began attending board game meets that children frequented to play the game Critical Mass. Here, he met a boy who he tied up and photographed, as well as showed pornography to.

Between 2011-2012, Tanson began a “relationship” with a 15-year-old girl. (That would be rape, not a relationship) The man, who was aged 32 at the time, encouraged the girl to get a birth control implant and told her he would marry her.

Tanson’s paedophilia reached a peak in 2013, when he targeted a random 13-year-old girl on the internet and asked her to model for photographs. When they met he drugged her with sleeping pills, anally raped her while she was handcuffed to a bed and plied her with alcohol, the court was told. Tanson also took illicit images of the girl and slept with her sister.
Six months after his arrest, in June 2017, Tanson confessed to many of the offences, the court heard.

“Mr Tanson cunningly won the trust of these children but also their families,” Mr Cook said.

“That enabled him to have access to offend …

“He was a master manipulator … he set out in a calculated way …”

Mr Cook said Tanson was motivated by his “sick” sexual fantasies and had a “callous willingness to exploit friendships to satisfy his fixated needs”. He told the court there was “no hope” Tanson could be rehabilitated and the community needed to be protected from the “dangerous” and “committed paedophile”.

Well said Crown prosecutor ! All paedophiles and child rapists are dangerous and they are all committed paedophiles ! NONE of them can possibly be rehabilitated and they all should remain locked up behind bars away from our children !

Kye Tanson should simply never be released, ever !
He cannot be trusted to leave children alone, he is a lifelong paedophile and returning him to society, at any point in time, would be a massive mistake.

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Children Abusers 🔙

Child abusers are Master Manipulators who will groom parents as well as children. This makes both parents and kids their victims.

A lot of you have probably seen the posts that have been circulating lately about the ways in which child abusers groom the parents and carers of their victims first, and about children being more at risk when their mother takes a new partner.
While we know that all of that is very true, we really cannot say often enough that the blame must always rest with the abuser.

No one can blame a single parent, or anyone for that matter, for wanting to be loved and share their life with someone special. Child abusers are very good at manipulating that and capitalising on it for their own gain. They can come across as the most loving, caring and generous people we have ever met – that’s all part of how they get close to their targets.

Even happy couples raising their children together can fall victim to it. It could be the caring teacher who offers extra tutoring, the scout or sporting leader who takes a child away on a camp even when the parents can’t afford to pay for it, the kind neighbor who offers to babysit to give the parents a much needed break. Many times it’s even a trusted and loved family member.

This is why we often see expressions of total shock and disbelief when the truth finally comes out.

Does this mean we need to wrap our children up in cotton wool and never trust anyone with them? No, not really. We all need to ensure that our children are educated, socialised and healthy. Cutting them off from all outside contact would do more harm than good and it won’t protect them from an abusive family member.

What it does mean though is that we need to be having open and honest conversations with our children from an early age. We need to listen to them, watch their behaviour and believe them. Every child needs to know protective behaviours and who they can go to if anything goes wrong in their life. It also means that we really need a register that people can access to check on the history of any prospective new person in their child’s life.

This was clearly illustrated recently when a convicted abuser was charged with a new offence and his shocked girlfriend revealed that she had children herself, children that this ‘man’ had had contact with.

We need to safeguard against both abuse and against hampering our children’s development.

Raising a child is a huge responsibility and honour. We all feel at a loss sometimes, they don’t come with instruction manuals, but they are worth every ounce of love, support and protection we can offer them. (GE)

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“Josh Groban – You Are Loved (Don’t Give Up)”~ BROKEN Soul ©

Don’t Give up

Have you ever wondered why folk give up!

Watch the warning signs
Someone inside perhaps retreats within themselves
Silence is seen as escapism when in fact what happens inside a living being is our message from our gut really is the bodies way of reacting to lack of water, nourishment, surviving drought or famine inside all living matter fighting for survival. The role then is sent to the brainwaves simply GIVE UP.


Or maybe a sensitive Soul is mentally tired.

Mental illness has naught to do with giving up is a dangerous precursor to SUICIDE.

Animals, Humans, plants give up too. Why?

This Earth is Fragile we to are fragile

Every living being has this point called Fragility

We never know, what lays behind those eyes until the day we turn around to find another life LOST

Fragile– life is everyone’s responsibility.

Promises made at the moment, that are forfeited by the way perhaps unintended Promise’s never kept could destroy a life
Scared, disappointed, anger, loss of dignity, loss of trust, loss of love, all are a precursor to an already FRAGILE Soul.

Thought for the day
“When you make a promise — that is your word”
You are only respected by your “Word”of promise you have made.
Another Gentleman may say you are as good as your Word!


Here at Dazzle the team intends to look at Broken Soul –
SUICIDE — a subject we will all deal with around our lives with family, friends also with strangers who are FRAGILE.

This Category Blogging is not Medical advice or makes any claims pertaining to information in this chapter of Dazzled.
You are invited to participate in this Category by sending your thoughts by email to the Central Office for consideration to publish here. Thank you and blessings 🕯

John Denham told a court he had remorse for sexually abusing 59 boys, but a judge rejected the claim | Newcastle Herald

Notorious Hunter Catholic priest John Denham sentenced to even longer jail time for child sex crimes.
— Read on www.theherald.com.au/story/6192491/sadistic-catholic-priest-tells-bleeding-boy-victim-he-will-rot-in-hell/

THIS IS JOHN DENHAM. The sadistic former Catholic priest has been sentenced for the sexual abuse of his 59th victim. He took the boy from the school playground to the church presbytery, raped him, left him bleeding from the anus and warned him he’d ‘rot in Hell’ if he told anyone. DENHAM is due for release in 2029. He told his psychologist he often prays to God for forgiveness.


He prays to God for forgiveness does the Devil himself.
The Devil himself asking fo forgiveness
Burn in the depths of where you came from hell









Kimmy’s Story, from her darkest days as a victim to surviving, now like a WARRIOR she is THRIVING ! …. and you can too !

For those of you who know FACAA, you will know regular contributor Kimmy. She is one of our oldest, most staunch members and for years now we have been looking forward to the day she felt comfortable enough to share her survivor story.

Let me tell you I’ve read quite a few survivor’s stories in my time but none of them hit me like this. Maybe it’s the affection we all feel for Kimmy here at FACAA, she is all heart and we love her dearly.(note she is in my phone as Sissy), or maybe it’s the incredibly brave, raw, hold nothing back, way she has written this story… whatever it is…. this one will kick you right in the stomach !

Kimmy has not written this to make anyone feel sorry for her. She has written it to show that anyone can… not only survive, but utterly thrive !

Kimmy wrote this to inspire others to find their inner warrior like she has. She wants everyone to be a Warrior not a victim !

Don’t give your abuser the power to keep you down ! (A)

:::::WARNING TRIGGER WARNING:::::: This story is raw, emotional and holds NOTHING back ! It is a survivor’s story in it’s purest sense and what you are about to read will emotionally affect you.

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Kimm’y Story – My Life’s darkest secrets

Hello, my name is Kimmy Daboul, before we begin let me say this, I am a fighter and a survivor and here’s why. When I was born, I was two months premature and weighed 0.9 kg. My paternal grandfather told my parents, “don’t get attached she’s going to die too.”

I understand why he said this, my older brother Charles died when he one week old with a hole in his heart and my grandfather assumed that I would die too.

These traits are an important part of me, mainly because they were one of the things that kept me going after I was molested from age four violated, belittled, put down and raped twice by my aunt’s husband and two sons until I was sixteen years old. Then for the next twenty years, my survival and fighter traits helped hold me together when my life spiralled out of control… to when I found the slow road to recovery and regained my life back.

Before the abuse, I remember the fun times I had with my mum, dad and many others who were wonderful to me. I loved to sing and dance, but when the molestations and rapes became a regular thing, the singing and dancing stopped. I called this “My house of horrors” and suppressed them from my mind, mainly to protect my aunty, because I loved her so much, as I loved my uncle and cousins too, even though they did those things to me. Yet, little did I know, I hid those acts to protect me as well. My parents trusted them. They LOVED them. However, unbeknown to all of us, my uncle and cousins had “groomed” my parents.

What do I mean by grooming?

I remember when I studied child protection, I never once connected “grooming” to what happened to my family, especially my parents, until the trial. That’s when I connected the dots.

At first, I hid these secrets and went on living as if nothing was wrong. I thought I was bulletproof and as such coped with the pretence and veneer my life had become, right up to when my dad died in 1992.

Suddenly, my rock, my dad was no longer there. He was gone. I was 17 years old, two weeks shy of my 18th birthday, when the world that I knew crashed and burned about me. The emotional damage I had stowed for the past 14 years could not stay hidden any longer, as the venom and poison built up had spewed forth from their hidden dormant state.

Without dad’s presence keeping me together, I found myself drawn to alcohol and drugs and when my life spiralled out of control, they became my solace that masked my pain. With the drugs, I felt alive. I felt happy and free, even though these were temporary, they were enough to dull the pain of grief. As for the alcohol, I went gangbusters and drank everything and anything that came my way.

I was out of control. I was a complete mess.

Then when I thought I had hit rock bottom, things deteriorated even further, when I found I wasn’t the only one my uncle and cousins had abused. My younger sister Chrissy was also molested. She told me about her ordeals in 1993.

I left school, started work but continued my solace with alcohol and drugs. I had a number of relationships but these were short lived, culminating in a nervous breakdown when I was diagnosed with depression and placed on medication. In 1997, I tried to end my life by overdosing on pills and sculling down bottles of whiskey.

However, I survived and I am still here, which means, I must be here for a reason. Then in 1998, when I was 22 years old I told mum about my uncle molesting and raping Chrissy and me. It seemed the silence that had trapped and suffocated us was finally removed, as if a weight was lifted off our shoulders, or so I thought. Chrissy took the abuse hard and turned to heroin as a means of masking her pain. Soon she became addicted and began a downward spiral, which affected her health, and in 2004, when drugs and suffering an aneurysm ended her life.

When Chrissy passed away, I felt so alone. I felt angry that she had left me to face the world alone. Chrissy was my baby sister, I had no one else. I have an older half-sister whom I’ve never met but that’s another story all on its own. Chrissy was a beautiful person. When she smiled she lit up the room and you would never know her pain, even though we both saw each other’s pain. I live my life to the fullest despite my hurt and grief not only for me but also for my baby sister Chrissy.

I remember as Chrissy’s health deteriorated I was hurting for her as well. That’s when I told mum about Chrissy’s addiction in the hope she would understand why Chrissy took drugs. At the same time, I told mum about my drug and alcohol use and will always remember the shock on mum’s face when I told her. Following Chrissy’s passing, I told mum of our cousins’ involvement in these rapes, at that stage my uncle and one son had died, leaving one surviving son.

Chrissy’s death was the catalyst for going to the police and filing a complaint against my cousin, which over the course of the next four years set off the following chain of events.

The charge against my cousin went before the courts in 2008 and lasted through to 2012. It was a long arduous ordeal but any hope of a favourable outcome disappeared after the court mishandled the evidence and my cousin had more legal rights than we did. When the court found my cousin not guilty, I felt the system had betrayed and let me down. When the verdict was handed down, I recall a strange feeling had engulfed me, heavy and sluggish, and yet at the same feeling empty. It was strange. Something I will never forget for as long as I live.

Throughout my court case, I felt it was largely a victim blaming exercise, where I was the one on trial, not my abuser. I had to endure two aborted trials, with changes in crown prosecutors, detectives and lawyers. There was a lack of consistency, and as such, justice wasn’t served in my favour. But in the end I exposed him. I shone the light in his face for what he was. A molester. A paedophile. More importantly, I grew as a person and broke free my silence. Even though I was battling with my mental health, drugs and alcohol I stood taller than before and was growing proud of myself.

Despite this, there was more going on during these four years than my court case. While fighting my cousin in court, I continued my solace with drugs and alcohol, like there was no tomorrow. I was seeing a counsellor for my depression, when she found I had bipolar as well and needed more medication. You can imagine the impact this deadly cocktail of more medication, speed and alcohol had on my bedraggled life, it’s not a wonder I had many health problems. Then in 2011 when I was about to get married, this fell through when all the pressures and dramas I was going through at the time eventually took their toll.

Things weren’t all bad, although at the time I would have disagreed. In 2010, I joined the FACAA (Fighters Against Child Abuse Australia) a not-for-profit organisation that fights child abuse in Australia, which was the beginning of my slow road to recovery that continues today.

By joining the FACAA, gave me a sense of purpose, which until then was lacking in my life. I call this my life changer and with my newfound purpose, changed my diet, took up exercising and was introduced to martial arts. I found this so empowering, especially at a time when I had many health problems, which included thyroids, bi-polar as well as depression. Adam Washbourne, who is the founder of FACAA became my mentor and continues to have a major influence on my life.

Then in 2011 soon after my engagement fell through, I followed through with my dream about helping others, especially those less fortunate than me and thought what better place to do this, than overseas, volunteering in an orphanage and with children. I love children, mainly because they made more sense to me than adults and their innocence is intoxicating. In January 2012 with this burning desire inside me, a Vietnamese orphanage accepted me to help in their orphanage. I travelled around South East Asia, and volunteered in other places too.

As an aside, if you were to ask me why I volunteer, here is my reason. Volunteering keeps me alive, especially after I had found my voice and healed many of my internal wounds. I now have this constant urge to help the vulnerable and less fortunate. Some days I find it hard to breathe if I have not volunteered for a while. I don’t know what this really means, but I ache inside and get restless. I do what I do because I have to. I love to and for me it’s the right thing to do.

When I came back from Vietnam, I continued with my very slow road to recovery.

In early 2014, I was diagnosed with severe PTSD and Bipolar II disorder. I remember how I was in the Psychiatrist room. I was a blubbering mess. My thyroid also wasn’t functioning well and was put on more meds.

Then in October 2014, I recall waking up one morning, I was overseas, hungover, sick and lost. I said to myself, “I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t do this anymore. I deserve better than this. My mother deserves better also and deserves a healthy, strong and capable daughter.”

Despite all my ups and downs, the traumas and the losses in my life, I retained my zest for life. I always felt blessed no matter what. I love to laugh, be silly and yes, I AM a little out there and loud, sometimes too loud. No matter the traumas and losses, I have always bounced back. I have always stood tall and proud too.

So in October 2015, in an effort to raise my confidence and self-esteem, I became a contestant on Wimp2warrior Series 4 in Brookvale, Sydney, which took my recovery to another level. Richie Cranny the head coach took me under his wing. He believed in me from the beginning. As I got fitter, my moods stabilized, I was eating better and the more I trained, the more I kept pace with the younger people involved in the training. I trained for four months before injury prevented me from completing the 22 weeks training program and entering the cage. The cage was when the contestants fought others in the program. Not that it mattered by this stage, the benefits from the training regime had served their purpose. I may not have entered the cage to fight, but fought hard enough to get myself out from another cage. This one called my life. That which locked me into battling addiction, low self-esteem, relationship breakdowns, depression, trauma….the works!

I give thanks to my coaches as well as all the wonderful people I met during Wimp2Warrior. I love them all for being real and by my side throughout the entire program. What a blast that was. This journey truly broke my chains and hope that many more people get to experience Wimp2Warrior for years to come.

Then in April 2016, I embarked on a world trip and returned in July 2016, which brings me to where I am today.

So for me, where do things stand?

I am now free from my past and many of my dark ghosts have been laid to rest. Because of this, my physical health continues to improve slowly. As for my mental state of mind, by speaking and sharing my past and mental illness with others has helped my self-esteem and confidence. As oppose to what I did for most of my life, keeping them hidden, which affected my mental and physical condition in a most destructive way.

I am aware there are many women and men who were molested and abused as kids, but are suffering from their experiences many years after the abuse had stopped. As I am also aware, the abuse continues today and children are being exposed and raped as I speak. I hope by sharing my story, gives these people the inspiration and confidence to seek help, or report this unseemly behaviour to the authorities.

As for those fortunate enough not to suffer at the hands of this abuse, I hope my story provides an insight of how the behaviour of one person forced upon another, can shape and mould that person’s life in a most negative and disparaging manner.

Finally, if I can give people a piece of advice, this is it. Don’t judge a book by its cover. Don’t judge people without knowing them first. I could have been a homeless person or any incarcerated person out there. The fact that I wasn’t doesn’t change things.

My name is Kimmy Daboul, thank you for allowing me to share my story with you.

Kimmy and FACAA would like to thank and acknowledge the help of her wonderful freind Patu Randell in helping her immensely by writing this survivor’s story with her. Thank you for bringing this story to the world Patu (A)

“JUSTICE FOR JOSHUA*  THE JEW!”  a poem, dedicated to: HIM!  on Wednesday 23 April 2019!   a.k.a.: “Imagine!!”  a.k.a.: “Stop In The Name of Love!?” ~ J. Jay SAMUEL DAVIS

“JUSTICE FOR JOSHUA* THE JEW!” a poem, dedicated to: HIM! on Wednesday 23 April 2019! a.k.a.: “Imagine!!” a.k.a.: “Stop In The Name of Love!?”

IMAGINE YOU! Playing-“cops,” as-you-did, as-a-kid yesterday!
Imagine YOU, after-“growing-up?” You-have-a cock-sure sway,
And-decide-to-attend one of the Police Academy Schools,
Graduating! AFTER-you’ve learned-ALL-THE-RULES!?

You get a “smart” uniform, and-there’s-a-glint-in-your-eye;
You marry your “childhood sweetheart,” having kids by-and-by,
And you soon get “transferred” – to a little West Texas town,
Being-told-to “keep the peace” &-use “reasonable force” when holding a suspect down!

And gets in a little trouble, as he yells, with-a BIG sound!
And, when you approach him, he yells – even more,
DISTURBING THE PEACE! So, you wrestle him to the floor,
And he struggles a lot, so you “beat him” a bit,
To shut him up – and so – in restraints you can get,
HIM! Yet, he struggles more and yells LOUD, very upset,
And you HAVE TO toss him in County Jail, knowing it’s a “safe bet,”
That, since he’s pretty “smart” and wants JUSTICE TO PREVAIL,
That he might just STUDY UP!? in! – or-out of jail!

So, imagine you don’t like Him; you-wish-he’d-go-away,
For you’ve MANY “tough” hombres, you gotta deal with every day,
But MOST of them realize – that they might-a been “outta line,”
So, about their arrests? They’re-probably NOT gonna “whine!”

Now, imagine YOU’RE HIM,
[For-it-is-YOURSELF! Upon-whom you’re-really-peering!?]

NOW! Imagine YOU-have-approached – some silly lawyer guy,
And-he’s-suggested, “Why-don’t-you-drop-it?” giving THIS WHY:
“Because law enforcement is seldom restrained!
Cops do what they THINK is reasonable, even-if-suspects-are-PAINED,
By repeated blows! to subdue EVEN an unarmed man!
THE PUBLIC SUPPORTS THE LOCAL SHERIFF (usually) – Is-it-some-Divine-Plan?” NO! NO! [It] Can’t be! That’s ABSURD, for “God” won’t do such stuff?

Yet, I don’t believe in God, so, sometimes (or often) MIGHT IS RIGHT,
And police officers will simply patrol – PA-TROL! throughout the night,
And “mess up” some people – Yeah! Perhaps too much!
NOW! Imagine again! That YOU’RE THAT LAWYER, as such,
And you realize – (Oh, yeah!) Every system of LAW – has its “faults?”
And imagine, as this lawyer, you are skeptical and callous,
After having practical(?) experience? regarding forgive-ness and malice!

A COP! A LAWYER! An INDIGENT – with-conflicting-goals!
Just SIMPLY PERFECT, as you-all can be,
SEEKING – for your individual, little piece(s) of Heaven, CAN ANY OF YOU SEE?

That: Life might end TOMORROW! Yeah, sure! Do what-you-wanna-do-TODAY!!!!
Or! What you CAN do! Now (if you want) LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY:
“We’re ALL in a drama – of cops, robbers and BUMs,
TRYING TO GET BY! We MOSTLY – suck our thumbs!”

And, finally, Josh[ua], imagine-you’re-GOD! Many people like-to;
NOW, what is it YOU’LL-say UNTO YOU?
To The Cop: “Good job! Thanks for keeping The Peace!”
To The Lawyer: “Don’t SOB! Justice will never cease,
And it’ll-NEVER-die! It-just smells-like-it!”

And – to THE BEATEN INDIGENT, “God” might offer this bit:
“I’m SOOOOO sorry – you got beaten upon,
And I REALLY HOPE – all your SELF-respect – isn’t gone!
Anyway, I’m sorry! MY FAULT! My ‘bad,’ I guess,
A lotta people around here – get beat and killed, but-I’ll-STILL-bless,
Efforts-for-PEACE REVENGE and-JUSTICE, but-never-enough! 🙂 -Mmm!
Yet, I STILL BLESS THEM ALL – in The Name of Lou[v]f!

fin <3

* – Jeshua (Joshua), the Aramaic-Hebrew name for Jesus!

Scientific Death of Jesus For the next 60 seconds, set aside whatever You’re doing and take this opportunity! 👑💫 HUMANITY

Scientific Death of Jesus For the next 60 seconds, set aside whatever You’re doing and take this opportunity! Let’s see if Satan Can stop this. At the age of 33, Jesus was condemned to death. At the time Crucifixion was the “worst” death. Only the worst Criminals were condemned to be crucified. Yet it was Even more dreadful for Jesus, unlike Other criminals condemned to death by Crucifixion Jesus was to be nailed to the Cross by His hands and feet. Each nail Was 6 to 8 inches (ca. 20 cm) long. The nails Were driven into His wrist. Not Into His palms as is commonly Portrayed. There’s a tendon in the wrist that Extends to the shoulder. The Roman guards knew That when the nails were being hammered into the Wrist that tendon would tear and Break, forcing Jesus to use His back Muscles to support himself so that He could Breathe. Both of His feet Were nailed together. Thus, He was forced to Support Himself on the single nail that Impaled His feet to the cross. Jesus could Not support himself with His legs because of the pain So He was forced to alternate between arching His Back then using his legs just to continue to Breathe. Imagine the struggle, the pain, the Suffering, the courage. Jesus endured this Reality for over 3 hours. Yes, Over 3 hours! Can you imagine this kind of Suffering? A few minutes before He died, Jesus stopped bleeding. He was simply pouring water From his wounds. From common images We see wounds to His hands and feet and even the spear wound To His side… But do we realize His wounds Were actually made in his body. A hammer Driving large nails through the wrist, the feet overlapped And an even large nail hammered through the arches, then a Roman guard piercing His side with a spear. But Before the nails and the spear Jesus was whipped and Beaten. The whipping was so severe that it tore the Flesh from His body. The beating so horrific that His Face was torn and his beard ripped from His face. The Crown of thorns cut deeply into His scalp. Most men Would not have survived this torture. He had no more blood To bleed out, only water poured from His Wounds. The human adult body contains about 3.5 liters (just less than a gallon) of blood. Jesus poured all 3.5 Liters of his blood; He had three nails hammered into His Members; a crown of thorns on His head and, beyond That, a Roman soldier who stabbed a spear into His Chest. All these without Mentioning the humiliation He suffered after carrying His own Cross for almost 2 kilometers, while the crowd spat in his Face and threw stones (the cross was almost 30 kg of weight, Only for its higher part, where His hands were Nailed). Jesus had To endure this experience, to open the Gates of Heaven, So that you can have free Access to God. So that your sins Could be “washed” away. All of them, with no exception! Don’t ignore this situation. JESUS CHRIST DIED FOR YOU! He died for you! It Is easy to pass jokes or foolish photos by e-mail, but When it comes to God, sometimes you feel ashamed to forward To others because you are worried of what they may think About you. God Has plans for you, show all your friends what He experienced To save you. Now think about this! May God bless your Life! 60 Seconds with God… For the next 60 Seconds, set aside what you’re doing and take This opportunity! Let’s see if Satan can stop This. All you have to do Is:

1. Simply Pray for the person who sent this message to You:

2. Then, send this Message to people. The more the better.

3. People will Pray for you and you will make that many people pray to God For other people.

4. Take a Moment to appreciate the power of God in your life, for Doing what pleases Him. If you are not Ashamed to do this, please, follow Jesus’ instructions. He said (Matthew 10:32 & 33): “Everyone therefore Who acknowledges me before others, I also will acknowledge before My Father in heaven; but whosoever denies Me before others, I will deny before my Father in heaven.”

Amen 🙏

What has man done to our Lord

Let us count our blessings of your own home

Be soft, do not let the world harden your soul

Do not allow other’s to make you hate or question your freedom of choice

Do not allow bitterness to steal your sweetness

All the days of your life


Yesterday is gone said Jesus

Help us one day at a time

Dear Jesus forgive man he does not understand how precious life is sweeter than ever before you are the Hope man has

We ask forgiveness for man made RELIGION that devides man from destroying your daily tears




IT’S TRUE!” a poem, a.k.a.: “God’s Declaration of True Love!” a poem April 18th [Maundy Thursday] 2019, The Suffering of Jesus in The Garden of Gethsemane Will Follow A ‘Last’ Supper!* nearly 8:00 P.M., Thursday, C. S. T., Alpine, Texas, U. S. A.

I AM – I-was in-love-with-you,
When-you-were-“Sweet-16,” it’s-true!
But, now you’ve changed! Your soul is marred,
And blood drips from you – oh, so hard!

Your bones are brittle, tense, im-pact[ed],
But love for you, I’ve never lacked!
You’ve changed! Your nostrils, in-full-blown-flare,
And you’ve-lost-the-luster in-your-hair!

Although-marred-and-damaged, I-do-not-care,
Tonight, you-look-wonderful, and I will dare,
To-declare: “I-[still]-love-you, all-alone,
With lecherous-look! and-treacherous moan!

Yes, you’re-a-dangerous, head-strong, defiant sort,
Who is liable to curse me – and-to-sell-me-short!
Yet, with-quivering-lips – and blood in your eyes,
Even-now, my-son, I sym-pa-thize!

So, may-your-ordeal-be-quick, for-it pains-me-to-see,
My son, begotten, in-this a-go-ny!
Although-you-might-feel [that] I’ve-forsaken-you,
I have a plan, which I must do!

“My thoughts [to you] aren’t com-pre-hen-sible,
And-to-hurt-your-feelings is-re-pre-hen-sible!
It’s-so-sad, but true; I’ve-always got a plan!
And-sometimes-it-hurts, although-I-bless-each-(wo)man!”

fin <3

  1. My first love was chemistry then a journey came and the challenges were amazing. You understand life’s like that, swept…

‘Real-Life Dumbo’ Forced To Dance To Rave Music In Thai Zoo – LADbible


Very thin, poor little baby 😢

Animal Rights activists

Man who allegedly raped, bashed woman he held captive after meeting online | 7NEWS.com.Australia


Warning, every day on Cyber Dating apps and Facebook in Australia these Predators hunt their next Victim.

Those that use these services you will not find you’re SOULMATE

Stop looking over the fence, join clubs that interest you. Spoil yourself

If your hunting for a partner they do not live in pubs drunk, if you want a drunk partner then you need medical help 🤗

Yes every person needs something when you grow older and that’s life

Being Grown up is a privilege not a fact of life. Many never have that PRIVILEGE. DIE TO YOUNG

Your life is in your own hands, use it wisely and life is sweeter than ever GROWN-UP 🤗

“SOUL AGREEMENTS!” You never fall for ~ lose your reality and your money🙊🙉🙈VICTIMS OF FINANCIAL EMOTIONALLY ABUSED

“SOUL AGREEMENTS!” a poem, dedicated to my friend Matt March 26, 2019 [Tuesday]

When I-was younger, (pause) BUT NOT-THAT-MUCH –
Younger!! I got myself involved and-very-much-“in-touch,”
With a wonderful psychic, internationally known,
Who owned a fine estate – and had a “busy” phone,
With people calling in – for-advice – and sending-lots-of-money!
Let-me-tell-you – this-lady, she-was-a-real-“honey,”
A very pleasant, “competent” – and social kind of gal,
Who considered all her “clients,” each-one, a good “pal!”
Her psychic readings are (and were) considered quite-FIRST RATE,
Concerning-“past-lives,” “social-contracts” – and matters-of-Love-&-Hate!
Well, at the time I KNEW!? that-my-poor-life was a mess!
My wife, she was defiant – and I-had less and less,
Ability to deal – with-the-stress, the stress of all;
So, I would-just: “ASK-ALICE!” – I’d give my “pal” a call!
She’d -provide good-information – on why my days were tough,
For-just-a hundred dollars-a-session! but, it was not enough,
To help me – to-balance – my “life stream’s” awful issues!
and-when my money had run out, I still had extra tissues,
That I could use to cry-about – “CONTRACTS”-from-the-“past!”
[Those spiritual, soulful contracts, well, they-tend-to-last-&-last!!]
And-you’ll doubtless be “bound-up!” – for-many-lifetimes-to-come,
Unless you call it “bulls[h]irt,” for-THESE-STORIES – might-come-from:
YOU! Yes-you! for-it-seems-we-love to-have A-CHALLENGING-LIFE(?)
[I think that’s why SOME PEOPLE – marry-a-grumpy-wife!*]
You-can-look for reasons – for-BAD-things , OR-say: “Bye! Bye!”
To-the-psychics, a.k.a.: psychos, who feed us – “pun’kin pie!”
You-can-join-“a-group”-get-a-guru – and-many-there-are-to-find,
But all of them – I-guarantee! You “pull” from-your “behind!”
Why don’t you take those “spiritual-ones,” who-are “stinking up The Place,”
And flush them down the toilet-to-H – L L! and-fill-your-life-with-grace!
fin <3 To Whom It May Concern:
I think most people seek-spiritual-counsel, for one of 2 “good” reasons: (1) They-wanna-know-WHY!! or (2) They-wanna-“advance”-in future seasons! – – – Either’s fine, but my advice, for what it might be worth: Just say: “Oh, f – – – ! It’s-what-I-had – to-give-me-at-my-birth! And, even if I don’t know why, it’s what I’m sort-of used-to – – – And-if-it-all-now-changed [anyway] I wouldn’t- know what-to-do!!” SO, WHY-DON’T-WE-JUST COUNT-OUR-BLESSINGS &-give-hugs-to-our friends! – – – &-decide not-to-give-a-s – – -! even-if -IT-all-ENDS! – – – “I’m-forcin’-me-A SMILE &-gettin’-up-tomorrow – – – It’s time to stop The Worry ! I-can-[always]-beg – steal or-borrow! 🙂 – Optimistic humans!

* – of course, some people like to marry a happy, dopey, bashful or s – – y wife!!!


This is a true sorry

Broken Soul wrote this recently looking back at their sad journey

This is how dishonorable HUMAN beings do to others praying on the broken souls living in their own hell, searching for answers “WHY ME ”


Thought for the day

Treat others the way you would like to be treated with compassion, respect, trust. Kindness is free sprinkle it all over every one you meet and smile 😁💥

Otherwise Broken Soul Author knows exactly what happened. 👨🏻‍🔧

This makes submission number 6 for the FACAA Julia’s Justice legal reform campaign !

FACAA have proudly completed yet another submission to bring the justice back to our legal system.

This makes submission number 6 for the FACAA Julia’s Justice legal reform campaign !

If we can help to get these laws passed then this will hopefully bring up our 20th recommendation made into law ! That is an awesome thought to ponder. You are awesome members have once again helped re-write the laws of our land to help bring back justice to our broken legal system.

This time the submission involved changing laws relating to domestic homicides in NSW. We spoke to you our awesome members (specific members due to the high levels of privacy concerns around this subject matter) and got their ideas, then our volunteers brainstormed our thoughts on the suggestions, and we came up with our 5 key recommendations.

I could not be prouder of what this charity has become, never in my widest dreams did I think for a second that I would be making submissions to help change the very laws that govern our nation !

But here we are, we saw a need and made the program to match it. Your voices were not being heard so we made sure they were ! We became the voice for the voiceless !

We will let you know how this one goes ! can’t wait to tell you how many laws we have helped change with this one ! – Adam

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