Human Anatomy, Physiology, and Medicine. Anything human!
Would you please elaborate on the choclear ear implant? A good friend of mine has a wife with one. She has been deaf for most of her life and does not really care for the implant. She hardly uses it anymore, but still has all of the implanted stuff in her. She does not, as far as I know, have any sign of the fiber disease. Thanks.
does anyone know a reporter who would do a few of our stories? my friend wants to tell her story and wants them to all the photos they can
take. she wants to know that a jury will see every horrid photo and every second of pain and torture she endured. she wants photos taken
the way it would be if she was sleeping and the horrible pulling of her
eyelids, nose and lips to be shown to a jury. the humilation and brutal
attach of her reputation and putting her through over a year of hell
in the dyfs court. she wants the world to see the corruption in our gov't and how dyfs put and left children's lives in danger, including aanylah
hubbert's life. a 14 month old baby who was being adopted by a family
in north nj, we believe the adoptive father is a judge in north jersey.
the little toddler was waiting for her case to be heard, naturally we
overhear the adoptive father say he pulled strings to have his case heard first, while we sat and had to wait, our appointment was 9:00 their's was
10:00 who got heard first, she was stuck outside in the hallways with us,
and my friend has always worried about her because she knew the white
ones were in her hair. she wants her children to be finally free. i know she doesn't want to live like this anymore nor cost or cause her family anymore pain. she had to take her youngest son to the clinic today as
he was really sick and has again bronchitis, no lab tests done she observation and his lungs sound horrible you can hear the weazing.
it is time for the nightmare to end, she has never ever tried to sell her
story no matter how financially destroyed she was by this. so you must know she is telling the truth. she only wanted her health back and children's health back and for them to have their given back to them.
they took it from them, they lied, they deceived, they committed insurance fraud. and wrote false evaluations. please help in finding
an honest, compassionate reporter who speaks the truth. none of this is funny none of it should have happened and no one should get away with
such a cruel and inhumane act.
Did you attempt to contact CNN? The story they did seems to have been in favor of those of us who suffer. You need an investigative reporter. Skytroll may have some suggestions. Perhaps Rense (although London doesn't agree, I don't know why but she may have legitimate facts supporting her reasoning) could point you in a direction. Contact Shoshana there.
I am so intriqued by your friends findings, I cannot fathom the idea that any reporter would not run with this. This is huge!!!
I applaud you for your extreme diligence in finding help for your friend and also for all of us who suffer this horrid disease.
Also, have you contacted by phone Drs. Karjoo and Staninger? Perhaps they can help. I do not know what else to suggest, but I would definately try to contact CNN first and foremost.
msc - Since I participated in the Primetime, CNN, CBS and a lot of local media I do have a number of great contacts for media. Can you PM me about specifics, like where this patient is located and how they want the information presented? We would need to have somewhat of an outline prepared but many of the local affiliates here began fighting for our story once we forwarded them our information and the coverage done by other stations. But I do have national contacts also.
Hey Yaskal! Questioning your 'source' yet now that Wymore has spoken? Silence is truly golden! Wymore can say plenty more if I need him to. As I said, he's even got my hair samples that were tested by the Tulsa Police Forensics. That would tell if I've done any drugs for quite some time, would it not? Want me to ask him to address that subject also? Be glad to. And much better than any piss test. Can't mess with the hair. He also has copies of your accusations so anything you want addressed....speak now or forever hold your peace because Dr. Wymore is a man of impeccable integrity and I don't think he'd take a stand for a ....let's see what have you called me? Meth using, crack smoking, MORE JAMM failure, hyperdistracted unorganized drug user, no then you said I'm not taking meds to manage my thyroid, yet my thyroid tests are normal so don't quite get that one. Do you want me to take more or less drugs Yaskal. You were unclear and unintelligable. BTW what was your answer to Marc's 3rd grade level math question for people of brilliant IQ? Being a former member of MENSA, I don't know what chapter you are attempting to join, but at least back when it mattered 150 was required and 150 is considered genius level. Said I wouldn't toot my own horn but darn girl, thinking an IQ of 128 is brilliant.....and then BRAGGING about it (I'd be ashamed!) is just too much for me!
I've requested that the moderators review what has transpired from page 420 forward to see if we can't deal with you once and for all. I'm asking that any others of you that have been disturbed by her behavior do the same. I would normally not go to such great lengths but being that I truly am what I say I am, a patient supporter with a larger group that helps with crisis delegation and yes, involved in work at the OSU lab and lots of media work. Organizing the MORE JAMM and doing everything by myself because your 'source' bailed after she robbed me and hacked my computer, I feel as if I've accomplished quite a bit to raise awareness of Morgellons Disease. I've organized political petitions, kept on top of state and federal congressmen and senators and Dan Rutz knows me by name and shudders when he has to take my calls. And I typically don't talk about it to anyone. I feel that this is the purpose the disease gave me and I use my God-given intelligence to DO something about it and talking is NOT doing.
Tam - another definition to add to 'united'. Uniting means nothing without action. We must unite, despite our differences and heightened emotional states of some and take ACTION. Any kind of action provided it is positive, is better than none. ORGANIZE. Action without organization is chaos. And chaos is what I've observed here. I can give you many useful definitions of unification Tam, because I'm using them and they are working. An ever widening circle of intelligent people willing to stop theorizing and start DOING. Walking the walk, not talking the talk. As Sky so eloquently said, we'll all be dead by then. We don't have time to keep squabbling and theorizing. I've got evidence on the makers of the nanowires NOW. That's a start. Put pressure on one and the dominoes will fall. But we must be organized, unified and willing to act.
Blessings to all with sincere hopes of peace and cooperation,
KC (Karen) Ridgewalker
Thought I would tell you all what I think will happen in regards to Litigation, as great of a thing it would be, if it could be heard in front of a jury, no doubt.
On 8-25-01, my birthday, my 2 boys (ages 1 & 5 at the time) husband and I decided to build a cool tree house for the kids. I was digging up the poison oak from the surrounding area. I used gloves but was wearing shorts. I was trying to get them from the roots and one snapped back and just slightly broke the skin when it scratched my leg. I had poison oak so many times in my childhood life, I just assumed another annoyance, try not to scratch, it will go away faster. Yeah right. Anyone plagued by the devils dust, knows the rest of the story. I thought there was something wrong with my water. These sores would ooze green/yellow from them, especially after a shower. At the worse of my initial condition, I had counted 157-160 sores (at one time). None of the creams from my family physician worked, they were tired of seeing me and finally referred me to my dermatologist. I was excited because I really believed that after he viewed the material from these lesions that I brought to him, he would identify and put an end to my misery. I have no problem in displaying this a-holes name. Just a couple of months after my last visit EVER (for myself) to another ILLNESS LOVING, DISEASE SUPPORTING, ANTI-CURE, PRO-MEDS, SO-CALLED LIAR FREAKIN PHYSICIAN, I recieved in the mail, a letter, announcing The retirement of DERMATOLOGIST WILLIAM BAILEY and if I wanted copies of my medical record, I had to obtain them by a certain date because they would be archived and not easily obtainable after that date.
Let me say that I am sorry to place all physician's into the same category. It is a very unfair statement to make, as I know there might be a few (very few) good ones, somewhere on this earth but according to the diagnostic records of us who have seeked them, justifies my statement. I was not treated well by the physician's assistance DR. KEN ROMANS or dangit forgot her last name DEBBIE, in Dr. BOWHAYS office, as well, especially after removing the 3 1/2" to 4 1/4" fibers from the lower spine area of Tristen, my youngest son. They began to ridicule me from here on out and claimed they would call one of the patients room by my last name.
I did not want to waist my Saturday night on the internet, and was trying to be brief and cut to the chase. After a 5,000.00 water system with reverse osmosis made little change of what went on under my roof, and the symptoms of toxic mold were in full blown effect, I contacted my home owners insurance co. They came to my house, did a complete home inspection, tested the fibers hanging all over my wall decorations, as well as air samples that were taken throughout, for possible toxic mold. On a seperate day afterwards, an inspection was performed for possible water leakes. All reports came back clean with a suggestion to add (another) venthilation fan in my master bathroom. They were fully aware of what was happening to myself as well as my children, for they were my biggest concern. They baby would never heal of ear infections, they ruptured several times. The bloody noses were puddled on the pillows and crusted on their faces 4 to 5 out of 7 days a week and 3 to 4 of those 7 days, I would wait for my oldest son to begin his coughing attack he would have some time in the night. If I did not put a Triaminic Vapor Patch on his chest, he would begin to violently throw up. We all looked so aweful and usually resembled raccoons. It was hard to eat, hard to wake up and hard to move once we did get up. If my oldest son didn't fall asleep in the shower every morning, he was telling me that he felt like he was going to throw up before he got out. As Tristen began to walk, I noticed problems in his legs and hips. Some of his first words were, "back hurts". He became a Shriner's patient as well as having tubes placed in his ears. They (both children) came down with that foot mouth disease thing that went around. It was to the point that the pharmacist was absolutely beside himself when he asked me how old my baby was. He could not believe that a physician would up the strength of these antibiotics they were prescribing to my kids. I never fully gave them what was prescribed to do because I saw their health failed even more. Tristen came down with a very high fever. It was just over 105 and it did this in the evenings for a good 4 days. Then Tyler got it. His above 105 for over a week. I almost lost him and the dehydration so severe, I woke up to him gasping for air as his throat closed dry.
My husband often worked out of town and would come home on the weekends. One weekend he came home and asked me why Tyler's tongue was black. I looked in the mirror and found the same on me. I scraped it with a q-tip and closed it in a zip-loc. Within 24 hours, mold had spread up the q-tip.
August of 1999, we purchased this house, personally built by and for a contractor who decided to sell. It had a shop, as well as property, large garage and fenced backyard with the perfect playthings any kid would love. Dream home was written all over it.
Approximately 6 months prior to this purchase, my husband began hanging out with someone he worked with and started going to these revivals that were being held at his friends Church. For two weeks straight, he would not come home (and this just before working out of town all the time) until well after midnight. I was getting very mad and although I wanted nothing to do with this new Church thing, found myself, one evening, actually driving there. With an attitude, I stormed through the doors right in the middle of this service. Much to my pissed of surprise, people began clapping. Apparently it was at the top of the prayer list and it just been answered. I went along with it and began to feel this drive in me wanting more....I asked for more and recieve, oh man, did I.
Perfectly content with who I was, raised on what they taught in public schools and never entertainig other possibilities, believed we came from evolution. It was all I new. The jahova's in their white shirts and ties annoyed me when they would take up my time and knock at my door. I usually ignored them or hid around the corner till they left. To me, people who were all consumed in holy-rolliness were that way because they were either nerdy outcasts or hit some rock bottom point in their lives and it was their last resort. Not so.
The next night, I willingly went to the revival with my husband. I witnessed people with the holy spirit on them as well as people who were slaign in the spirit. I was blown away, naturally but wanted the same. I had to feel it, too. That night, I gave my life to God and became "saved". The feeling was like no other and not explainable. I wanted to run out and save the world but soon learned that my place was only the planting of seeds.
I often watched tbn and took interest in this Benny Hinn guy who toured around the world, holding these 2 day visits, each place he went. People all over the world were being saved and healed. It fascinated me because after my experience, I knew how real it was.
My husband started a job in southern ca. We purchased a new travel trailer so Tyler and I could hang out at the pool, go to the beach, visit my old friends (it was my home town before moving to northern ca) or just do whatever and still see my husband in the evenings. It was planned to never send our kids to any daycare type thing as it was senseless to us to pay someone else to raise our children. One weekend, we took Tyler to Disneyland. On the space mountain ride, I had jerked so hard, it threw my back out so badly that it pinched a siatic nerve that ran down my right leg. It would take me a good 15 minutes in the mornings to get from my bed to Tylers crib to get him out. Then I heard that this Benny Hinn was coming to Oakland. I drove in one day, all the up to northern ca (8 hours) to my moms house, so she could keep Tyler for me, then down to Oakland, another good 2 1/2 hours. I wanted to be healed and I believed I would. When Benny Hinn made the alter call, even though I already had been saved, I came to the front, anyways. i wanted in there as close as I could and I mean there were thousands and thousands of people at this thing. The strangest thing happened. Benny Hinn looked in my direction and his eyes locked mine. It was like God was talking to him and it was about me. This was at least for a minute to 1 1/2 minutes. I did not get healed that night and I was pretty disapointed.
A month or so later, my husbands friend was having a bbq and bible study. I explained to an individual there what I had done and wondered why I did not get healed when I so strongly believed I would. He directed me to go sit in this chair, so I did. He held out the psalm of his hand and told me to place my heels in his flat hand. I did. Approximately 18 other people gathered around and began to pray. From a prior accident at the age of 18, I was left after completely being paralyzed from the neck down, to my legs being a difference of 3/4 to an inch shorter than the other).
As all began to pray, I felt the holy spirit come over me as well as watching my leg literally begin to move. It then popped (out of socket?) and passed the length of my left leg and back up into perfect position. The Lord spoke to me. He said this, "My daughter, you are like Miriam". "You will have visions and dreams and are one of my army". Other things were said but it is all that has ever stayed with me. He spoke to my husband as well, telling him that he would ask himself, "Is this my wife? and to take heed".
After that night, I searched all I could find on who this Miriam was. I found her to be the sister of Moses and Aaron and that she had been cast out of the camp with Leprosy as punishment. But she WAS healed. Not much more is in the Bible on Miriam. A sentence here or there but the plague has happened to me already.
Once we moved, my husband went on a little church search, finding one close to our home by the name of Mt. Zion Assembly of God. It was the first time I had been there and the first time I had ever met one of the most awesome, genuine people in this world, I have ever had the priveledge to meet. Pastor Paul Palmer who now resides at The Dream Center in Atlanta, GA. I love him and miss him more than I ever imagined I would. It's safe to say that I need him right now, and leave it at that.
At the end of this first service that I attended, he asked if there were anyone feeling as though they drifted away from God. I felt my heart pounding so hard I knew I had to raise my hand and at the very last minute, I did. Next thing I know, Pastor Palmer is standing at the end of the row where I sat, and seemed to be speaking the words God was giving him. Again, it was said, "My daughter, YOU ARE like Miriam".
I couldn't believe it. God knew I had been questioning things in my mind. It was the only way because I told nobody this. I never met Pastor Palmer before this day and it wasn't until after this service that I spoke to him for the first time.
That's where this thing started, I suppose.
Dreams happened. Dreams I would have rather not had but when my husband got to the point of not handling his guilt over what seems to be at the top of most mens priority list, he then decided to pray about it, asking God if he should tell me or not and to remove his burden, one way or the other. So...lucky me got the full 3D view in my sleep every night. No face but the darker skin and dark hair and all the details. My husband had a tough childhood and his feelings towards his father for this made me believe it never something to worry about in our marriage, especially if there be no reason for it. I never would have asked him if jhe had done this. Never. My dream became so annoying, I couldn't understand why it continued to repeat itself every night and just out of confusion, asked my husband, "you never did that, did you"? His chin touched his chest and I heard this Yes. I laughed at him and called him a liar. But he wasn't. When he told me of his prayer, I then believed him. Woah!
So much for my Saturday night, no kids/husband to bug me, crank the sterio up and do whatever I want to night. Guess I'm typin here.
SABRINA, Thank You! Your words were kind. Not entirely chased off, though. I also felt a not now in there. You, I admire much for your initiation of this thread. And because it is yours, you gave a thumbs up, I guess now I type. Like I said, it was not on my evenings agenda.
RANDY, Sorry to go off on you. It was not my business to begin with. The air is thick and it shows. Perhaps Tuesday's full moon effects are coming on? What color is your sky at dusk and dawn? Nothin but blood red, in my neck of the world. I wondered the distance it ran. My skies in the day time are so heavy with traffic, almost like the end of a firework show and it's the grand finale. Rarely will I see one evaporate. They twist and turn almost like evil faces glaring down on anything below them. This can't be good.
Hey! New thread to post....ummm. Red skies at night? Wait a minute. Anyone know what color they should be or used to be? Without forest fires physically burning?! I Know, Not funny.
Right now, I'd pay that lady that typed away at my deposition double, if shed finish this. Typing is not fun for me and fast, I am not.
K. Where was I. The mold house. Black tongues. The Miriam thing/take heed to my husband. Ah yes. Take Heed. About 1 month ago, (my husband was told to take heed to this plague situation more than 5 years ago) my husband saw the Russian Furied temper in me bust out of it's cage. He asked me what "Take Heed" meant. For the last 5 years plus, I have been trying to tell him to open his damned eyes as our prophesy is trying to pass. There were times that I wondered if it would all go away, if he just took heed. I dealt with my part, I had no choice. He did have a choice and my condition was too off the map for him to deal with. He never wanted to hear me talk about it, got pissed because I wouldn't go to another doctor to try and "DO" something about it, if it was so bad, got irritated with me because every time he turned around, I was so sure I had found something to get rid of it for good (not realizing I was just altering it's path and it would still return) oh, and because of my extensive research and microscopic skills, I knew what it was, every other week, or so. Well! It falls very similar to the path of this thread and hey, I give myself credit as I hit on many of the same places/subject as the many over my head einstein locals did. And good you all are, no doubt. Once I found it, I threw up my hands, printed a little here and there and resigned from the internet for awhile. It felt good and I realized that it had been consuming me. One of the last things God told me was to give it to him and I would be victorious. So I'll try to finish here.
Just after Thanksgiving in 2001, 11 months after my insurance company told me my home was fine, I decided to purchase this computer. I'm thinking it was either the first or second ask jeeves question on toxic mold that I inquired on and it gave me this:
Naturally, I grabbed my bible. As I read, somehow my brain (can't explain it) began to register our hvac system and a slight image of the way it sat outside was in like a white/grey fog, in the corner of my site.
My heart began to pound and I again was priveledged with God's presence. I knew that I knew that I knew is all I can say. I got on the phone to my husband and asked that he remove the top of our hvac unit when he got home. He did. I fainted.
There is a 12 month statue of limitations on insurance claims denied. And quite frankly, I gave a rats ass on coverage. I simply wanted to know if it was causing our life in hell experience. I didn't even scratch the surface on the health problems my 2 children and I had, aside from Tristen's bones not properly growing and menstrual cycles that would mimic black tar and too close for words on almost loosing Tyler.
I found it and it was in the 11th month. I got my kids out of there, immediately. They stayed with my mom who lived just a few miles from me and my plan was to wrap it up, get the things I would need for the next few months, at least and not realizing, at the time, cross contamination would be a result of. I was stopped by doing so, anyways. I began to feel somewhat nausiated just after noon that day and was having troubles accomplishing anything at all. It felt like my house was slowly filling with some kind of a toxic gas. I laid on our brand spankin new $2300.00 couch, with a rag over my mouth and nose and fell asleep. A few hours passed, I could no longer sleep and my limbs had gone numb from being so cold. It was after 3am. I couldn't fight off the feeling to vomit anymore. Once I started, it wouldn't stop. I called my mom to come and get me, driving wasn't possible when I could only crawl. It seemed like it took forever for her to get there. It was my last memory in my dream home. To this day, if I get too cold, it takes me so long to get warm again. My internal parts shake and the vomit game is on.
She told me that she found me on the floor in my living room, under a sleeping bag. I had gone into shock.
I'm sending this now. It would devastate me if I accidentally lost it, at this point. My computer is doing strange things.
DAMN!!! Just read the previous post from MSC and find it rather ironic to my own situation and if I could cut to the chase here, you may agree. I was gonna call it a night. Can't really now. A pot of coffee and I'll be back to hopefully spit it out!!
It's the brain dah that I sruggle most with....does it show?
I am not holding my tongue or going further into this..but borrowing not taking for help with bills..but I also do not want to bother Wymore with this petty stuff. He is a very important man doing very good work and he gets too many phone call per day as it is. I would never dream of bothering him for anything so petty.
I also do not want to continue this on this forum or any other forum for no other reason then I have no time for this and have nothing to prove or disprove.
I have quoted no source and if you do know who I am talking about fine..but there are huge holes in your story and hers has none.... but I really do not care nor do I want to discuss this here or anywhere.
You have a violent temper and I have been advised not to rile or talk with you, so please stop trying to egg me on. Ok..that is all I am asking.
During the End Times, Good will battle Evil. Where do you stand?
What are you talking about Karen?
How do Nanowires relate?
If there was an answer, there would be no need to theorize.
"When you dine with the devil, bring a long spoon."
My little one, Tristen. He was on a breathing machine. At night, I prayed over him after he would fall asleep. His breathing so labored, I didn't know if I would find his precious little heart beating in the mornings. A strong preminition this little one suffers from the same. (Toxic mold). Wish I could go there and confirm. Now I have the traits of a bloodhound from it and can look at a child and tell if it is in his environment in excess amounts. I have done many and knock on wood, have not failed once. Not clear on who's environment, it might be in, though. The mom's or the dad's?
I am an hour from Sacramento, Ca. In the beginning of my own situation, i had placed a phone call to Channel 3. They were all over it and wanted to air it, with our permission. My Attorney advised us not to because our case just began and a feel for direction from our guilty party was still unknown at the time. Insurance Fraud was huge on our case. Documentations of every effort to obtain copies of our denied claim were there, as well as my efforts in obtaining them from the company who actually performed the air samples. My Attorney was able to finally get them. What they showed, basically was disregard for human life.
Those reports revealed elevated levels of toxic mold throughout my home. We were advised to evacuate immediately. We lived there 11 months longer because they said our house was fine. By the time this whole nightmare ended, all the tests were performed by opposing parties, 3 years have passed. I have been working on a pile in my driveway, trying to salvage anything possible. Anything and everything fibrous was lost. The fiber disease and toxic mold together, I can tell you, is similar to playing with fire. Alone, each one is bad. Together, they make bad look good.
If at all possible, the child leaving the place that could be a possible culprit of these voc's from toxic mold, will dramatically improve his condition and it will improve rather quickly.
REASON WHY I BELIEVE THAT LITIGATION WILL FAIL, AS FAR AS ALL OF US AS A WHOLE, UP AGAINST THE ACCUSED IS CLEAR AFTER JUST PUTTING MY CASE TO A CLOSE AFTER 5 1/2 YEARS, AGAINST OUR INSURANCE CO., CONTRACTOR/PREVIOUS OWNER WHO WE PURCHASED FROM AND THE CARRIER CORPORATION OF DAY & NIGHT HVAC SYSTEMS. ALL 3 SEPERATE CASES WE SETTLED WITH, REGARDLESS OF HOW STRONG OUR EVIDENCE WAS. WHAT JEOPORDIZED THEM ALL WAS PROOVING WHEN IT HAPPENED. TRISTEN'S ONLY LIFE WAS IN THAT HOUSE BUT BECAUSE WE WERE NOT ABLE TO EVEN FIND A DOCTOR TO PERFORM THE TESTS WE NEEDED FOR MOLD IN OUR BODIES UNTIL 3 MONTHS AFTER LEAVING THE HOUSE, IT ONLY REVEALED WHAT WE WERE EXPOSED TO SINCE THE DAY WE TOOK OUR FIRST BREATH. funny how that works when we all four were identical in maxing our charts in the same mold species. This evidence had to be very hard and very solid without soil. I don't see it being anwhere close with this ordeal Cladosporium, Aspergillus, and Penecillium our main enemies. A little Stachybotry was there and if there be a continuous water leak or a source that stays wet for any amount of time, Stachybotry will most likely be fact. Stachybotrys will take a childs life, very easily so better to rule this whole area out, if possible. Fact is, anyone with a compromised immune system will open doors wide, for Morgellon's, I'm sure already known but the mold. There is something about the combo when there is both together.
I would like to post a couple of other interesting things in regards to tests done and what was found and tested, as well as things that happened in the air at night after 11pm along with my German Shep/1/2 wolf dog. (wannabe mother of my 2 boys more like it, dog). Perhaps manyana. Maybe later. after this I will not want to look at a computer/key board for a long time!
It is not my habbit to say my next words. It's always annoyed me something fierce if it might have been said to me but I'm telling you this because I now know the power that these words have behind them. There will be many that argue or try to come between which identify under the forces of evil. Right now, we are in a war and the cost is souls. You, me, your brotha, your motha, aunt, your uncle, your neighbor. Every single one of us. At one time or another a seed was planted in us. Free will was ours and our choice to either make that seed grow with the word of God and produce fruit or let it dry up and die, was ours. And I know that right now, if people truley want to give their lives to God, they can so very easily from their hearts and repeat the sinners prayer, repenting and turning from their wicked ways. Not only will they be born again and a child of God's but they may also be set free of this disease.
What fascinates me is the fact that it was so easy to do before the fiber disease struck. What I never saw coming was what happened when I made a few bad decisions in my life and my walk with God became altered, because of it. He told me and he warned me that he is a jealous God. Other words he said, I cannot recall them exactly so cannot speculate for my own sake but I do know those words meant, without doubt, that I was playing with evil. Ever since the day I was born, my parents claim myself as rebellious and extremely difficult. My mom always wished I had another just like myself, to pay me back by. (That's kind of mean after hearing myself say it ) However, it was my mission in life to do everything at least twice, if I was told no. I honestly couldn't help it (not sure why) but it was like this strong challenge like drive came over me. I never gave up until I won.
I have the biggest challenge in my life, now that I will ever have, as consequence of. I am fully aware of the fact that I no longer have 100% control over my mind, body and soul. The part that tries to repent and turn from it's wicked ways is now being over powered. It's holding me back from my promised victory.
This is a deep disease. It most likely will not leave you unless it is handled in a deeply manner. Those who sadly lost their lives over this, I am so sorry to know of. The gift of Sabrina's thread, had to not only save souls, but kind of brought people with this disease, together and it lifted spirits, perhaps and maybe gave a little hope. Relief was a fact, personally for me. I thought that I was the only person in this world who dealt with this thing. It was actually life changing for me, Sabrina, when I landed your thread. My towel was on it's way and my marriage barely salvagable. I truely hope you find yourself well rewarded as it is due to you.
People! Review these pages and look at what is happening. How can we gain strength from eachother while we fight like cats and dogs??!!! If we had a heaven and hell scale, our enemy is taking lead, here. STOP IT!!!
K. I'm done now. Weather you be Darwin or not. A believer in Jesus, in recarnation, evolution, what the ..ever, I for the first time in a long time plan to pray for you tonight. If just one could maybe do the same for me, I'd probably feel it and be forever greatful. My cup has runneth dry and ashamed, I am.
~Anybody want to post the sinners prayer?
Thank you for sharing your story. My word, I don't know how you deal with what you went through! My prayers for you and yours.
I'm grateful for you posting when you did. Timing, as they say, is everything and your story really spoke to me on many levels.
"When you dine with the devil, bring a long spoon."
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