“CAN’T LIVE WITH-‘EM!” a poem, a.k.a.: “Welcomes Husband Home!” 05/18/19 (Saturday)
“Men and women are doomed to fail!” Said Jesus Christ, over-a-pint-of-ale! “They always fight – and-they’re-on-each-other’s-case, And, once a gal gets her house, She-wants-Him out-o’-the-place!”
“Men MUST[?] always go on, searching for another, Conquest! and-He’s always under cover, Hiding the fact – that he’s a man with ‘drives,’ And-a-REAL-man must-have about at-least 9 lives!”
“For, just today, my-wife-Sharon SHOT at me!!! I had to run – away! I had to flee; So, I hightailed it HERE, to have a drink! The-last-words-I-remember: ‘J-BOY, YOU STINK!’ “
So! There we were, disciples ALL, With Jesus Christ! who had the gall?! To tell us – we should just give up, ‘Cause our marriages-are-doomed! “Pour another cup!”
“More fine ale,” Jesus said, to Delores, “The Barmaid of Maids,” who [regularly] listens-to our chorus, Of: “Woe is me!” and “I am hated – By THE woman to-whom I-AM mated!”
Yet, Wise-Delores-knows, when the sun goes down, And, when it comes back up, the biggest frown, Is found on the face – of a woman without a man! Oh, sure! IT’S NOT EASY! but-even-The-Great-I-AM, Knows that His wife Sharon – will be there pretty soon, Because she REALLY – loves her J-Jay, who’s-a-big-goon, And – SO IT’S BEEN – FOREVER AND A DAY Eventually! Differences – will-melt a-way! 🙂 – Whew!
The day my father died, I was at the grocery store buying bananas.
I remember thinking to myself, “This is insane. Your dad just died. Why the hell are you buying bananas?”
But we needed bananas. We’d be waking up for breakfast tomorrow morning, and there wouldn’t be any bananas—so there I was.
And lots of other stuff still needed doing too, so over the coming days I would navigate parking lots, wait in restaurant lines, and sit on park benches; pushing back tears, fighting to stay upright, and in general always being seconds from a total, blubbering, room-clearing freak out.
I wanted to wear a sign that said: I JUST LOST MY DAD. PLEASE GO EASY.
Unless anyone passing by looked deeply into my bloodshot eyes or noticed the occasional break in my voice and thought enough to ask, it’s not like they’d have known what’s happening inside me or around me. They wouldn’t have had any idea of the gaping sinkhole that had just opened up and swallowed the normal life of the guy next to them in the produce section.
And while I didn’t want to physically wear my actual circumstances on my chest, it probably would have caused people around me to give me space or speak softer or move more carefully,—and it might have made the impossible, almost bearable.
Everyone around you; the people you share the grocery store line with, pass in traffic, sit next to at work, encounter on social media, and see across the kitchen table—they’re all experiencing the collateral damage of living. They are all grieving someone, missing someone, worried about someone. Their marriages are crumbling or their mortgage payment is late or they’re waiting on their child’s test results, or they’re getting bananas five years after a death and still pushing back tears because the loss feels as real as it did that first day.
Every single human being you pass by today is fighting to find peace and to push back fear; to get through their daily tasks without breaking down in front of the bananas or in the carpool line or at the post office.
Maybe they aren’t mourning the sudden, tragic passing of a parent, but wounded, exhausted, pain-ravaged people are everywhere, everydaystumbling all around us—and yet most of the time we’re fairly oblivious to them:
Parents whose children are terminally ill. Couples in the middle of divorce. People grieving loss of loved ones and relationships. Kids being bullied at school. Teenagers who want to end their lives. People marking the anniversary of a death. Parents worried about their depressed teenager. Spouses whose partners are deployed in combat. Families with no idea how to keep the lights on. Single parents with little help and little sleep.
Everyone is grieving and worried and fearful, and yet none of them wear the signs, none of them have labels, and none of them come with written warnings reading, I’M STRUGGLING. BE NICE TO ME.
And since they don’t, it’s up to you and me to look more closely and more deeply at everyone around us: at work or at the gas station or in the produce section, and to never assume they aren’t all just hanging by a thread. Because most people are hanging by a thread—and our simple kindness can be that thread.
We need to remind ourselves just how hard the hidden stories around us might be, and to approach each person as a delicate, breakable, invaluable treasure—and to handle them with care.
As you make your way through the world today, people won’t be wearing signs to announce their mourning or to alert you to the attrition or to broadcast how terrified they are—but if you look with the right eyes, you’ll see the signs.
There are grieving people all around you.
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“CAN’T BE!” a poem a.k.a.: “I Ain’t A Control Freak!” May 3, 2019 (Friday)
“It-can’t-be-so, can-it? Oh, no! No, no, no!
For-I’m not-aware-of-it! and-that-fills-me-with-woe!
I’m-sure-IT-CAN’T-BE! Else, my-life’s-not-so-fun!
For, if I do THINK – something’s ALL-RIGHT-by-me,
I’m-sure, I’m-sure-EVERY-ONE should-surely-agree!
I’m-“The-Center of This Universe,” so-I’m on-top o’-things!
From-my-conclusions – and-deductions, SACRED-NESS RINGS!”
Ever-know some-one-like-this? How-’bout-your-self,
All-the-conclusions-we-jump-to, like-some greedy, old-elf!
Even-the-smartest – and-wisest(?) fall in[to] this trap!
We’re-beyond “self absorbed,” and there-is a BIG GAP,
Between what-IS the-case – and-our-thoughts-how-things-are!
Why-do-you-think so-many [people] head-to-The-Bar?!
Well, they-need-to-establish – a confident state,
“So, if X-doesn’t-come-NOW, X-must-not-like-ME!
I gave an invitation – Wasn’t-it-SPURNED? so-rude-ly!?
IF X-doesn’t-apologize – pretty-quickly, then-I,
Will-NEVER-speak-to-X-again! You needn’t ask why!
X just better SHAPE UP, according-to-notions I-hold,
And Y (also) has-failed [to-visit] me, so-IF Truth-it-be-told,
Y-is-being-rude, just-like-X, who-got-my-invite!?
To Hell with them both! Me? I’m-never up-tight!”
What’s-“RUDE” and what’s not, you’ll-probably-find, Is just about – what’s-going-on – in your BEAUTIFUL MIND!? And most folks, I think, once-there’s-“half-a-routine,” Think – IF anyone breaks it – THEY-ARE ALMOST OBSCENE! Once you establish a pattern or two, Many will-figure: SOMETHING’S-WRONG WITH-YOU, IF-YOU-DON’T-ADHERE – TO-THAT-PATTERN FOR-EVER, Without-A-SUPER-good-reason – to a-d-just-The-Lever. We all want things certain – predictable. with-order! “Make OUR ORDER the same, or-you’re-on-THE-LINE of-THE-BORDER, Yeah, The Border Line, Baby? You just step OVER HERE! And-keep-things-as-I-LIKE-‘EM! or I-won’t-call-you-DEAR!” fin <3
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.
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)
Former primary school teacher Frank Viola Could serve as little as 7 months for possession of child exploitation material with kids as young as 9 !
A former teacher who was “sexually attracted” to pre-pubescent girls, has been convicted of possession of hundreds of images and videos of child exploitation material featuring children as young as 9 years old and all categories from simple posing of children to full blown hardcore.
He was sentenced to a maximum of just 15 months behind bars, the least he can serve is half of that which is as little as just over 7 months ! What a slap on the face to every single one of the children featured in his horrendous collection.
If it’s not shocking enough to hear that a primary school teacher was sexually attracted to the very children he was meant to be teaching, meant to be nurturing and protecting but instead he was fantasising about those children. He fantasised so much he would then go home and search the dark web for images and videos of children the very same age !
Frank Joseph Viola was charged in August last year after police seized a USB and computer from his home and discovered the collection. Viola, who was sentenced in the District Court last Friday after pleading guilty to possessing child exploitation material, told police in an interview that he was sexually interested in girls aged 10 to 12.
The 60-year-old resigned as a teacher in 2010 after 28 years, citing a “burnout”, and he told police he had been downloading child porn from the internet since 2005 – while he was still working in classrooms.
Judge Amanda Burrows said the category four images – which showed girls aged as young as nine performing oral sex on adults – as “very serious images indeed”. “I consider this to be a significant collection of child exploitation material,” she said. “You admitted you had a sexual interest in young girls. I find the interest you had was considerable and long-standing.”
She said she was sceptical about Viola’s claims the sexual gratification he had received from looking at the material had diminished over the years because of “health issues”.
There was evidence, Judge Burrows said, that he had accessed the material the night before police raided his house. So in other words he would never have stopped accessing and collecting this sick perversion unless he was made to stop.
Viola told the author of a pre-sentence report that he had not sought help for his paedophilic interest because he was “embarrassed and was scared of the repercussions”. Defence lawyer Rod Keeley said Viola was remorseful and had pleaded guilty to the charge at the first opportunity – which Judge Burrows said she took into account in sentencing.
However, Judge Burrows did not agree Viola should be handed a suspended sentence, finding his crime was too serious. “People like you, downloading this material, create a market for its creation,” she said.
Exactly Judge Burrows !
Those who download child exploitation images and videos directly contribute to the rape and exploitation of children !
How you may ask ? but they’re on the otherside of the world you might say.
FACT: Every single one of the children depicted in those videos and pictures is a REAL child who is being REALLY raped and abused !
FACT: As much child exploitation material is made in Australian and American homes as in foreign nations. Our children are being exploited just as badly as the foreign children.
FACT: By downloading child exploitation material you ARE contributing to the entire child exploitation industry.
Frank Viola should have the entire book thrown at him, 7 and a half months feels a little cheap considering he was a teacher who was literally in charge of children the same age as the ones he was scouring the dark web to find and collect images and videos of.
Child exploitation material features REAL children who are REALLY being RAPED and ABUSED ! They spend the rest of their days looking at every person who stares at them wondering “has this person seen the movies ? is this one of the sick perverts who has seen me being abused ?” Imagine that life.
That’s the life that child exploitation material viewers DOOM children to ! A life always wondering “Is this one of the sick perverts who got off on my abuse ?”
Child exploitation material needs a MUCH harsher sentence ! 7 months is a sad pathetic joke just like most of our legal system !
Welcome to a journey through tormented mind of a Broken SOUL All parts of this Diary were donated to Kindness to Share one personalizing hell referred to as a Break Down The Author of this Diary shares hand written days in their life and a letter restyled by typing the actual page It will give you an insight into a black mind yet an educated mind. This read is dated in dates to follow Perhaps you to have this nightmare or someone close to you Perhaps we all need to understand what go on behind closed doors of a Break Down of a Broken SOUL. Nothing has been edited or emblazoned within the typed pages You are invited to comment on the Diary We will publish all comments and thoughts. No human on Earth should suffer the emotional torture of a Broken SOUL the silent disease of torture Never judge a person when you see someone that becomes a recluse or you may not see their illness There are no signs of physical illness, these folk may appear OK. Oh! yes you are to busy or you don’t want to get involved or you catch depression. There lies the danger you isolate yourself from the patient To a Broken SOUL be very careful what you say to them. Never say “ your looking good today” Never say “ you’er strong, you’ll get over it” Never say “ I had a mate he committed suicide” Never say “ that horrible person did that to you” List goes on and on A BROKEN SOUL is living in a glass case, they can’t get out, they smash against the wall suffocating, they don’t trust anyone in fact they can’t fathom why the world still spins or how you can go to work when you’re world is stuck in the dark without glasses plus a sadness, anger within themselves burns like fire. A Broken SOUL can’t even bathe themselves or walk ten paces without breath. They hide their weakness to ashamed of the world finding out, cause everyone else expects you to be strong. To keep it simple without long DIFFICULT words manipulated to solve the problem with drugs. We have to be kind, very compassionate as broken soul’s are very FRAGILE. Just say (without any expectation), “ can you tell me how I could make a difference in your world” Mean it, Don’t say it if you don’t. Broken Souls are fragile to the extremes of their raw senses and will feel betrayed by your advances that may tip them over the edge. Be sincere, slowly trust will build and then one step backwards then two steps forward. Shortly after hug them, soothe them, however long it takes. Your reward is if you save one broken soul’s life you have succeeded to helping a life becoming a full functioning happy soul. Be a Humanitarian reach out to someone today. Peace 🕊
You have to be so convinced that God is for you that you don’t fall apart when life is against you. Don’t get bitter when things don’t work out. Don’t live sour because something didn’t happen on your timetable. Don’t lose your passion because the contract didn’t go through. Don’t give up on your dreams because you had a setback. Know, deep down, it’s a setup. Know that God has the final say. He didn’t bring you this far to leave you, and Him being for you is more powerful than the world being against you! Share this with someone you love and be blessed!
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.”
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
Born a poor young country boy Mother Nature’s son All day long I’m sitting singing songs for everyone. Sit beside a mountain stream See her waters rise Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies. Find me in my field of grass Mother Nature’s son Swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun. Mother Nature’s son….Lennon/McCartney
Managing depression depends on how we understand ourselves
What is the cause of who we are and how we feel? If we understand something better, we can manager it better. Thus, if we have better understanding of ourselves would it enable us to better manage ourselves?
This electronic technology enables people to share ideas who would never otherwise interact. The base of this technology is science, namely quantum physics. But there is no science of people? They have all failed. Before looking more closely at why it has failed, let’s first consider ‘science’ what can it tell us and what can it not tell us.
The theory of a simple pendulum is T, the period of the pendulum, the time it takes to make one revolution equals twice pi (2π) times the square root of the length (L) over the gravitational constant (g) at sea level (√L/g). T=2π√L/g. The equation developed by Galileo and the German mathematician Christiaan Huygens in the 16th and 17th centuries, so we have known about pendulums for a long time. If we assume the pendulum is at sea level, we can simplify the equation to T=K√L, that is the period is calculated by multiplying a constant (K=2π/√g) by the square root of the length (√L). We can call this our scientific theory of the pendulum.
Now, imagine a pendulum on earth, as far away from you as you can imagine, but still at sea level. What is the period of that pendulum? It will depend on the length. Of course. It follows, if we want to know the period we need to go to the pendulum, measure the length and put it in the formula. So, what is the point?
The point is all science relates to all situations in the same manner, that if we want to know an answer relevant to any practical (empirical) situation, we need collect relevant information, put it in our theory, and calculate the result. It follows, that a scientific theory does not and can never give us ‘answers’, it can only tell us what to look for and how to then use that information to calculate the answer we seek.
Definition of scientific theory: A set of variables that describe the operation of the system under study, with those variables linked such to enable mathematical formula that when data inserted, the theory can calculate the result (example, T=2π√L/g).
Does this rule apply to understanding ourselves, we have all this private insight into ourselves, surely it must be different?
Wrong, it is no different. Look inside, what are you thinking? How do you know what you are thinking? If there was no information flow linking what you are thinking and your awareness of what you are thinking, you would not know what you are thinking ‘over there’. In the absence of photons, we cannot see. The same rule applies to every other sense. Our awareness of our brain and its activities is no different, in the absence of information flow whereby we ‘perceive events’ we would not know what is happening. Just that within the brain the ‘information flow’ exists in electrical signals via nerves, synapses, and other components of the brain. But the exact same rule applies as when we ‘see’: In the absence of a communication flow system linking ‘us’ to events ‘over there’ beyond ‘us’, we can have no idea of what is happening ‘over there’. The nature of the communication channel is irrelevant, they are all subject to the same cybernetic rules of operation.
Now, we have the perplexing question what exactly is ‘us’, and what exactly is ‘outside us’?
A full answer to the question takes us deeper into questions on causality and epistemology than we can go in this brief comment, so I will step forward to the conclusion of the reasoning.
The reasoning is pursued in full in the book The Origin of Consciousness . The result being a theory of ‘us’ and ‘beyond us’, exactly equivalent to the theory of the pendulum. The conclusion is we are a spirit within a mind, within a brain within a body each component equally important.
The core of our spirit is all our experiences before we have speech, and before we have conceptualization and aware of ideas to apply to manage circumstances, so it is all emotion. This spiritual core then becomes overlaid as we grow with self-esteem, self-belief, self-confidence, self-doubt, our social reflection of self, and all the other aspects of our ‘self’ that we have and can think about. Our mind consists of the variables, emotions, thought and attitude and our attention. The whole structure of our psychic existence occurring via the operation of our brain as the mechanism of mind. This does raise crucial issues of the relationship between mind and brain, all fully covered in ‘Origin’.
Our awareness of what is happening ‘over there’ in our brain (defined as the ‘reacting part’) determined by our attention, we only know of things happening, even things in our brain if we are aware of them via our attention. Finally, there is no single synapse response, all responses from this system are ‘processed’. Which means if we attend, learn to be aware of processing we can intervene via our attention and alter that processing. We have free will and choice. To the extent where nature has not enabled such choice, we can create it for ourselves via paying attention and learning. Such as some Eastern mystics learning how to control their heart beat.
The crucial point is that all our life experience is driven from our mind not from our brain. If we choose, we can alter what we are thinking, alter our emotional responses, alter how much we allow our spirit and its core to influence us. We can choose, and if we are willing to fight our reactions via our brain responses we can become what we choose not what genetics, or our upbringing chose for us.
We can choose to be less influenced by some things and more influenced by others. WE CAN CHOOSE.
The base of us choosing is to believe we can choose. If we do not believe then all our choices will be tentative. I expect we all know what happens when we try but half-hearted. We fail. Then we say to ourselves, … there, in my heart I knew it. I’m a failure.
The alternatives have names, the current main view is called monism, that is all our experiences are driven by the brain and we have limited influence on it, if any at all. Brain and mind are one and the same, monism, with brain dominant. Hence in mental illness, drugs are prescribed, since to ‘fix’ any mental illness requires changes in brain functioning.
The view proved in my work, is called dualism. Rene Descartes first argued dualism around 1650. It has never gained sway, since it could never be proved, and the existence and influence of ideas was always a major ontological problem. Only in my work is dualism proved, with mind and brain separate, spirit the core of our existence, and with our psychic states best understood from our choices in mind rather than neurological malfunction in our brain.
Neurological malfunction does occur but is the same as when we get a significant illness, such as cancer, or malaria. In short, it is not something the person can influence, it requires ‘medicine’. Within my science, neurological malfunction is defined as mental illness. With problematic psychic states arising from mind defined as psychological dysfunction. Currently there is no technological to separate the etiology, the cause of any problematic psychic state, hence much modern confusion over how to manage them. Within my science, with the base of dualism, then the assumption is the person has a ‘normal’ neural functioning, hence the etiology of a problematic psychic state is arising from their mind, not from their brain.
Under dualism, with mind being the primary driver of our experience of life, then to improve our experience of life we need better manage our mind rather than depend on medicines to manage our brain.
The difference is profound. For example, monism, the view of much modern medicine regards depression as an illness, based in the brain. Hence medication used to ‘support, correct’ or otherwise alter brain functioning. In dualism, the prime causal factor in determining the psychological state of a person is the mind. Only a person has access to their mind. Dualism states that in a person with ‘normal’ neural functioning, then their psychological state is the result of the thoughts they have, and the emotions associated with those thoughts. In short, depression is not an illness within the brain but an affliction of the spirit. The person and only the person can finally manage it, but they will likely need guidance, love and spiritual support to do so.
Depression: Malfunction in the brain, or an affliction of the spirit. The choice of the underlying causal understanding of the drivers of psychic states will fundamentally determine how people act to deal with those states when they find them unsatisfactory. The strength of commitment to belief will determine the success at improving the experience of life.
Monism, the medical model of how we work. Or dualism, the spiritual model of how we work. Today, both scientifically validated. There is a choice. And in that choice, we can lift our spiritual experience, or succumb to control of our life experience by our brain. It is a fight at times with our personal reactions and tendencies, but to have better life experience it is a fight we must win.
But we will not win if we are half-hearted at it. We begin by firmly adopting the idea that I can manage me.