overcoming evil
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I had a ghastly beginning. I can’t know why and I just don’t ask that question any longer. The English poet Alexander Pope wrote, “Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.” My sights are on eternity. How to get there and where I’m going is easy, that…
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In my last YouTube post, Part IV, explores the Vancouver Police Department involvement, the attempted excavation of the dumpsite where the murdered woman’s body is still buried and a recording of my visit to the accomplice. You can find the video series here: https://youtu.be/dX1nwDUP0mc. The conversation with this accomplice is frightening to hear. Join me…
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Don’t talk. Don’t tell. Don’t remember. This seems to be a constant reminder to adult’s who have experienced childhood trauma. They want to let their abusers live out their lives unnoticed or unaffected by their crimes. This saddens me deeply. The only way to regain those parts of ourselves that were stolen by the perpetrators…
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28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” matthew 11 (niv) I’ve heard this scripture of…
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Healing is not the lack of some good, righteous anger. In fact, it very much is the start of it. What do I mean? Anger that leads to malice, harm and revenge is not the anger I’m talking about. The anger that stirs in a human heart when it to sees the atrocities of injustice…
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I had a presumptive contract with my parents when I was born to them. I had to trust them as I came into their world, I had no choice. Betrayal started at the moment I took my first breath into this world or maybe it started before I came out of my mother’s womb? If…
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I’ve been worrying lately. My worry is not around world issues but the turmoil of my past. When does it end? My mother is a very dark woman. I was reading today in Isaiah about the fall of Babylon. These words reminded me of my mother’s deliberate scheming: “Now then, listen, you lover of pleasure, lounging…
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The three D’s of survival. When I watched my father kill tiny kittens on a rough block of wood, I reached into my tool bag and sorted through my survival skills. Which of the three D’s would I use? Any of them could work. When I watched the blood seeping out of one of the…
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My entire childhood I was forced into believing whatever it was that my father was teaching that day. He most often taught opposites: whatever I saw, witnessed or felt was not relevant in his lessons. These rules and his teachings never ended in my relationship with him. When I went back in my 20s to…
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A survivor’s strength lays in the telling of facts. Factually recounting the abuse perpetrated against you through storytelling. Holding the perpetrator accountable and not watering down their atrocities to make it more palatable. That’s not an easy task. My mind has toiled with believing the truth. I want to change it – sometimes. The truth…