I feel compelled to put in my two cents worth amid all the 'prophets' speaking about doom. I too have my predictions about what will soon happen in the U.S. and in Israel.
First, in the U.S. there will be a day soon when all of the Muslim sleeper cells who have been placed at gas stations across the country will get the signal to blow them all up. The feds do not allow people to drive fuel trucks without clearance from Homeland Security. They undergo a complete background check. Not so with gas station attendants. Hasn't anyone noticed that all the gas stations are be bought up by Muslims? If they can't buy them, they work there. It's like that all over the country.
Those who know me, know I have been saying this for 5 or 6 years. The Muslims are very patient in their planning. They planned September 11, 2001 for years. And this is a much bigger plan. It WILL come to pass.
About Israel: There will be a divided country, part to be called ZION, part to be called PALESTINE. God will not be happy with this arrangement and will rain terror on the U.S. for engineering this division of His Holy Land. When it happens pray. That's all we can do...
Maybe the gas station thing will happen right after the Israel thing. I just know these things will happen. No, I am not a prophet, but I can read the big bold handwriting on the wall.
I do not say these things to try to scare anyone. God will spare whom He wants to spare. It is all in His big plan for the world. Read His book and you will not fear the outcome. God is not going to lose the battle. Our prayer should always be, "Your will be done, Lord." Amen.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
TONY IS DEAD-part 2
I took a second look at the closed restaurant and saw a small sign taped on a window which read "For Rent---$385..." with a phone number. I practically ran all the way back to the warehouse and got Allen and we drove down to the store. On the Cape I had been looking at rents of a thousand dollars and more. This looked like something we could manage and it wouldn't require building a lot of walls. We went back to the warehouse and called the owner of the store. She lived in the next town, about twenty miles away. We arranged a meeting and eventually signed a lease.
We went to the nearest place that sold restaurant equipment, forty miles south, to get the rest of the stuff we needed. The shop owner said he would take weed instead of cash. I was shocked and speechless. The man said, "Well you're from Leggett, aren't you?" I said, "Yes, but I don't have any pot." He said, "They have the best pot in the world there in Leggett."
I paid cash and left wondering why a total stranger would be asking me for marijuana.
Back in Leggett there was a lot of work to be done. The first order of business was to contact the local health department to find out what their requirements are for a restaurant. I made an appointment for the county health inspector to come to the restaurant. I would find out exactly what he required and take care of every detail. He was very helpful and returned a couple of times as the work progressed. When it was ready to open he had no problem signing off on the permit. Leggett had a new restaurant called "The Chicken Place."
The locals checked us out pretty quick and started coming in for lunch. One day a young guy who worked next door at the gas station said the town was going to be full of money in about a week when everyone would be paid $10 an hour to "clip buds." I asked him what that meant and he laughed as if any idiot knew what he meant. He told me it would get very busy at the restaurant when the pickers come to town from different places. And, sure enough, that's what happened.
The town was swamped with strangers and many of them would come in for lunch. They all had green fingertips from 'clipping' pot buds from the plants with their fingers.
I learned that the only part of the plant they bothered with was the buds.
I talked about this whole thing to my brother and he said that's what he was telling me about: the growers. He told me that they use government land to grow their pot. They have armed guards camped out near the fields. They grow it among the redwood trees and have elaborate drip watering systems set up. They use bat guano fertilizer.
Tony said "There are some fields right up on the mountain just over my property line on BLM (Bureau of Land Management) land. They pay my wife $3,000 a year just to use my road to get up there. They use AFV's to cart the supplies and stuff."
Tony said he would show me after the harvest was over. He said, "You don't want to go anywhere near it while the season is on. They would shoot you dead and get away with it."
The harvest lasted a couple of weeks. At the end of it Allen and I were approached by a local man who wanted to recruit us to transport a load of his pot to Las Vegas, Nevada. He said he would pay us a thousand dollars each if we would be 'mules' for his shipment. Of course we refused. We thanked him for his offer, but said we needed to make the restaurant work for us.
One of my regulars, I'll call Tim, told me that "The Committee" had met and put a contract out on a young guy for stealing buds. I asked what the heck was "the committee" and he explained it was what they called the pot growers group. They met regularly to discuss business. Tim told me the group was made up of, not just growers, but the local deputy sheriff and the local judge and some other "important" people.
"And," Tim said, "when they put a hit on you, you'd best be leaving town in a hurry."
The next day I heard about the shooting which had occurred where the young thief lived. They said he got away with his pregnant wife while the bullets were flying.
What sort of place had I moved to?
(to be continued.....)
We went to the nearest place that sold restaurant equipment, forty miles south, to get the rest of the stuff we needed. The shop owner said he would take weed instead of cash. I was shocked and speechless. The man said, "Well you're from Leggett, aren't you?" I said, "Yes, but I don't have any pot." He said, "They have the best pot in the world there in Leggett."
I paid cash and left wondering why a total stranger would be asking me for marijuana.
Back in Leggett there was a lot of work to be done. The first order of business was to contact the local health department to find out what their requirements are for a restaurant. I made an appointment for the county health inspector to come to the restaurant. I would find out exactly what he required and take care of every detail. He was very helpful and returned a couple of times as the work progressed. When it was ready to open he had no problem signing off on the permit. Leggett had a new restaurant called "The Chicken Place."
The locals checked us out pretty quick and started coming in for lunch. One day a young guy who worked next door at the gas station said the town was going to be full of money in about a week when everyone would be paid $10 an hour to "clip buds." I asked him what that meant and he laughed as if any idiot knew what he meant. He told me it would get very busy at the restaurant when the pickers come to town from different places. And, sure enough, that's what happened.
The town was swamped with strangers and many of them would come in for lunch. They all had green fingertips from 'clipping' pot buds from the plants with their fingers.
I learned that the only part of the plant they bothered with was the buds.
I talked about this whole thing to my brother and he said that's what he was telling me about: the growers. He told me that they use government land to grow their pot. They have armed guards camped out near the fields. They grow it among the redwood trees and have elaborate drip watering systems set up. They use bat guano fertilizer.
Tony said "There are some fields right up on the mountain just over my property line on BLM (Bureau of Land Management) land. They pay my wife $3,000 a year just to use my road to get up there. They use AFV's to cart the supplies and stuff."
Tony said he would show me after the harvest was over. He said, "You don't want to go anywhere near it while the season is on. They would shoot you dead and get away with it."
The harvest lasted a couple of weeks. At the end of it Allen and I were approached by a local man who wanted to recruit us to transport a load of his pot to Las Vegas, Nevada. He said he would pay us a thousand dollars each if we would be 'mules' for his shipment. Of course we refused. We thanked him for his offer, but said we needed to make the restaurant work for us.
One of my regulars, I'll call Tim, told me that "The Committee" had met and put a contract out on a young guy for stealing buds. I asked what the heck was "the committee" and he explained it was what they called the pot growers group. They met regularly to discuss business. Tim told me the group was made up of, not just growers, but the local deputy sheriff and the local judge and some other "important" people.
"And," Tim said, "when they put a hit on you, you'd best be leaving town in a hurry."
The next day I heard about the shooting which had occurred where the young thief lived. They said he got away with his pregnant wife while the bullets were flying.
What sort of place had I moved to?
(to be continued.....)
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
TONY IS DEAD- part one
One day I decided I wanted to have a restaurant which would sell rotisserie-roasted chicken. I diligently searched for a location on Cape Cod with no results... there was always a problem.
After a couple of months, I was speaking on the phone to my brother Tony, who was out in California, and he said he had the ideal location right on his property in the mountains of the north. He said I should move out there. Tony seemed to relish the idea of his baby sister living close by. There were frequent phone calls back and forth.
During one such call, in the middle of the conversation, Tony lowered his voice to a whisper that I could barely hear, saying, "You just have to watch out for the growers."
I had him repeat this because I thought it made no sense. I asked him to explain and he said he'd tell me later. I all but forgot about the statement as the weeks passed.
Being very impulsive, within two months I had rented a truck and was on my way from Cape Cod to California with my soon-to-be husband, Allen, a cockatiel named Kermit, and a load of equipment. I arrived at my brother's place in May 1991. And thus my little adventure began...
My brother and his wife had 114 acres on Marcus Mountain. There was a redwood house built on a flat area and farther down the mountain on another flat section was a separate redwood building that was styled like a warehouse. Tony told me the buildings were built of the redwood trees which had grown on the property. It had been milled right there. There were a lot of redwoods on his side of the mountain, mostly less than a hundered years old. There was one more flat area which had a large cleared field with a horse coral, small barn, and huge satellite dish off to one side of the field.
He used the two story warehouse building for his video game business and as a kind of art studio. He told me I could use as much of the building as I needed for my restaurant and that Allen and I could live in the little efficiency apartment which the building contained.
We met his wife Jean and her daughter Angie who was a blind, slightly retarded teenager. Then we met Nicole and Willie, who were offspring of Tony and Jean. We all went up the hill to the house and Tony lit a fire in the fireplace and fixed dinner for us all. Then we settled in for the night in their guest room.
The next morning after we had unloaded and returned the truck, we began our task of turning a part of the warehouse into a restaurant.
After a week or two of work, I decided to look around the little town we had moved to. I walked down the steep hill and crossed Highway 101 to Highway 1. It was a short walk to town. There wasn't much to it. There was a sign that stated the name of the town and the population: "LEGGETT pop. 198" I thought, "Well, now there's 200." The main street had a tourist info center, a grocery store, a school, a post office, a motel, a gas station, and two restaurants (one of which was not in business). A couple hundred yards down the main street was a small courthouse and the world famous Drive-Thru Tree. This is a live redwood tree which has a path cut through it to allow cars to actually drive through it, if you paid a fee to the owners of the property. It attracts a lot of tourists. I remember, when I was a child, my next door neighbor came back from a California vacation and told me about Disneyland and also about a drive through tree. I was more fascinated by the Tree than Disney. I never dreamed I'd get to see the Tree one day, let alone live in the same town.
........to be continued.....
After a couple of months, I was speaking on the phone to my brother Tony, who was out in California, and he said he had the ideal location right on his property in the mountains of the north. He said I should move out there. Tony seemed to relish the idea of his baby sister living close by. There were frequent phone calls back and forth.
During one such call, in the middle of the conversation, Tony lowered his voice to a whisper that I could barely hear, saying, "You just have to watch out for the growers."
I had him repeat this because I thought it made no sense. I asked him to explain and he said he'd tell me later. I all but forgot about the statement as the weeks passed.
Being very impulsive, within two months I had rented a truck and was on my way from Cape Cod to California with my soon-to-be husband, Allen, a cockatiel named Kermit, and a load of equipment. I arrived at my brother's place in May 1991. And thus my little adventure began...
My brother and his wife had 114 acres on Marcus Mountain. There was a redwood house built on a flat area and farther down the mountain on another flat section was a separate redwood building that was styled like a warehouse. Tony told me the buildings were built of the redwood trees which had grown on the property. It had been milled right there. There were a lot of redwoods on his side of the mountain, mostly less than a hundered years old. There was one more flat area which had a large cleared field with a horse coral, small barn, and huge satellite dish off to one side of the field.
He used the two story warehouse building for his video game business and as a kind of art studio. He told me I could use as much of the building as I needed for my restaurant and that Allen and I could live in the little efficiency apartment which the building contained.
We met his wife Jean and her daughter Angie who was a blind, slightly retarded teenager. Then we met Nicole and Willie, who were offspring of Tony and Jean. We all went up the hill to the house and Tony lit a fire in the fireplace and fixed dinner for us all. Then we settled in for the night in their guest room.
The next morning after we had unloaded and returned the truck, we began our task of turning a part of the warehouse into a restaurant.
After a week or two of work, I decided to look around the little town we had moved to. I walked down the steep hill and crossed Highway 101 to Highway 1. It was a short walk to town. There wasn't much to it. There was a sign that stated the name of the town and the population: "LEGGETT pop. 198" I thought, "Well, now there's 200." The main street had a tourist info center, a grocery store, a school, a post office, a motel, a gas station, and two restaurants (one of which was not in business). A couple hundred yards down the main street was a small courthouse and the world famous Drive-Thru Tree. This is a live redwood tree which has a path cut through it to allow cars to actually drive through it, if you paid a fee to the owners of the property. It attracts a lot of tourists. I remember, when I was a child, my next door neighbor came back from a California vacation and told me about Disneyland and also about a drive through tree. I was more fascinated by the Tree than Disney. I never dreamed I'd get to see the Tree one day, let alone live in the same town.
........to be continued.....
Friday, December 1, 2006
A New Nation
I was thinking about the founding of our great nation, The United States of America. I was thinking about why the founding fathers, by way of the second amendment to our Constitution, guaranteed us the right to have guns. Back in the days of the Revolution against the tyrannical rule of the king of England, the people needed weapons to secure their freedom. Words wouldn't cut it. Had they merely written documents and had no weapons to back it up, they would have been crushed. And once the battle was won, we needed weapons to maintain our freedom.
Then my thoughts went to the war in Iraq and how the Americans confiscate any weapons they find, leaving the people defenceless against the Iraqis and others who want to rule that country by force.
I have come up with an exit plan for the US to be out of Iraq in a jiffy:
Simply supply weapons to every adult Iraqi and let them decide who will rule them the same way the US decided so many years ago. They can organize their own target practice sessions and their own militia.
Give them the guns and LEAVE!! We can make sure they have sufficient ammunition and weapons and let it go. This may seem barbaric to some but it will be a lot more civilized than making them helpless victims of the evil ones who get all the weapons they need from Iran and Saudi Arabia. The evil ones have a free hand against the simple Iraqi citizen right now. Americans can't be everywhere to play cop. Look at all the mass murders that are happening over there. They would think twice if the citizens were armed to defend themselves.
This is how we got our freedom and why we still have it!
You may ask, "What if most of the people there are on the side of the evil ones?"
If most of the people there are evil, we can never hope to win by military force anyway. Why not let them have their evil-people country, if that's what they want. Our government is claiming the Iraqis have a desire for liberty and self-rule. Then let them prove it! Give them the weapons they need and stop disarming the populace!
I feel the same way about our population here in the US: everyone should be allowed to have a gun. It is a proven method of crime reduction and it will keep the state from thinking they can become too powerful. You don't have to use the weapons, just have them. It has a marvelous deterrent effect. The only time the government would fear it's own people is if they knew the people were not pleased with their leadership. (Or, if you are a conspiracy-theory-minded person: for the government to be able to impose some sort of objectionable rule over the people in the future, they must disarm them first.)
Arming the citizens of Iraq is the only rational way our heroes in the armed forces will be able to depart Iraq in the near future.
Give the Iraqi adults their guns and ammo. And then let our heroes come back home. (And let the United Nation cry and pass all sorts of resolutions against us! Who cares!? They already hate us.)
Then my thoughts went to the war in Iraq and how the Americans confiscate any weapons they find, leaving the people defenceless against the Iraqis and others who want to rule that country by force.
I have come up with an exit plan for the US to be out of Iraq in a jiffy:
Simply supply weapons to every adult Iraqi and let them decide who will rule them the same way the US decided so many years ago. They can organize their own target practice sessions and their own militia.
Give them the guns and LEAVE!! We can make sure they have sufficient ammunition and weapons and let it go. This may seem barbaric to some but it will be a lot more civilized than making them helpless victims of the evil ones who get all the weapons they need from Iran and Saudi Arabia. The evil ones have a free hand against the simple Iraqi citizen right now. Americans can't be everywhere to play cop. Look at all the mass murders that are happening over there. They would think twice if the citizens were armed to defend themselves.
This is how we got our freedom and why we still have it!
You may ask, "What if most of the people there are on the side of the evil ones?"
If most of the people there are evil, we can never hope to win by military force anyway. Why not let them have their evil-people country, if that's what they want. Our government is claiming the Iraqis have a desire for liberty and self-rule. Then let them prove it! Give them the weapons they need and stop disarming the populace!
I feel the same way about our population here in the US: everyone should be allowed to have a gun. It is a proven method of crime reduction and it will keep the state from thinking they can become too powerful. You don't have to use the weapons, just have them. It has a marvelous deterrent effect. The only time the government would fear it's own people is if they knew the people were not pleased with their leadership. (Or, if you are a conspiracy-theory-minded person: for the government to be able to impose some sort of objectionable rule over the people in the future, they must disarm them first.)
Arming the citizens of Iraq is the only rational way our heroes in the armed forces will be able to depart Iraq in the near future.
Give the Iraqi adults their guns and ammo. And then let our heroes come back home. (And let the United Nation cry and pass all sorts of resolutions against us! Who cares!? They already hate us.)
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Merry Christmas?
I was just watching the news on TV. The American people are really getting into the Christmas spirit! I watched the film of people amassed outside of a store awaiting the opening of the doors. As soon as the doors opened, they were pushing and shoving. One man started beating another. That's the spirit!
I do not "do" Christmas anymore because it does not honor Christ. It is about shopping and shopping. It doesn't even remotely have anything to do with Jesus anymore, as far as I can tell.
I looked into the origins of the holiday and here is what my 1963 American Peoples Encyclopedia said, in part:
A festival was celebrated at this season, however, long before it was held sacred as the birthday of Jesus Christ. The Saturnalia of the Romans and the winter festival of the heathen Britons were both celebrated about December 25, as was the later Roman festival in honor of the sun god Mithra, which gave it the name "Birthday of the Unconquered Sun." This name was given a symbolic interpretation after the festival was adopted by the Christian church in the fourth century as the anniversary of Christ's birth.
Many customs associated with the Christmas season have pagan origins.
The above was written before Christmas became politically incorrect and lacks the shocking details of the origins of most of the customs practiced at this time of year. People generally are just doing what their moms and dads, and their grandparents did for generations. They don't know why they are doing it; it's tradition.
It reminds me of the story about the woman preparing to bake a Christmas ham. She cut both ends off of the ham before placing it in the pan. Her husband asked her, "Honey, why did you cut the ends off the ham?" She replied, "I don't know. My mother always did it." So he asks his mother-in-law why she did it and the mother-in-law says, "I don't know. My mother always did it." So he asks his wife's grandmother why she always cut the ends off of the ham. She said "I cut off the ends so it would fit into the small baking pan."
We do things by tradition which sometimes make no sense, but we do them anyway and pass them on to the next generation. When we do these things innocently, there is no harm. But once we know that the meat doesn't need the ends cut off because the pan is big enough to hold it, should we still cut off the ends?
After I learned more than I ever wanted to know about Christmas, I could no longer take part in the festival. I try to honor Christ every day. I often read the account of his birth in the scriptures and I marvel at the obedience of Mary. It was not an easy thing to have a baby out of wedlock in those days. She literally risked her life. And her fiance could have dumped her if he chose to think that the angel which spoke to him was not real. There is no way I would believe an angel would come to me in a dream. I would just figure it was a dream of wishful thinking.
Did you know that the Pilgrims who came over on the Mayflower were very religious and they didn't celebrate Christmas because they thought of it as a pagan holiday? Christmas was illegal in early colonial life.
The Pilgrims didn't come here with the simple idea of founding colonies here. There were already Christian settlers in the New World before the Pilgrims got here in 1620. There was a mission in Florida in 1541 and one in Maine in 1604. The so-called Pilgrims came here to practice and propagate their own brand of Christianity, which was basic and pure. They relied heavily on prayer and believed that God was in charge. Their stated mission in the Mayflower Compact, in part, was to spread the Gospel of Christ. Even though half of their group died during the first winter, they held to their faith and their mission. They held regular religious observances, but Christmas wasn't one of them.
To learn more about the origins of Christmas, Google Michael Rood and Rood Awakening. He has humorous video on the subject on his website.
Without any research, just look around and try to find a connection between the Biblical Christ and Christmas. I don't see it. If you do, let me know. Open my eyes. In the meantime, I will not participate in the festivities.
I do not "do" Christmas anymore because it does not honor Christ. It is about shopping and shopping. It doesn't even remotely have anything to do with Jesus anymore, as far as I can tell.
I looked into the origins of the holiday and here is what my 1963 American Peoples Encyclopedia said, in part:
A festival was celebrated at this season, however, long before it was held sacred as the birthday of Jesus Christ. The Saturnalia of the Romans and the winter festival of the heathen Britons were both celebrated about December 25, as was the later Roman festival in honor of the sun god Mithra, which gave it the name "Birthday of the Unconquered Sun." This name was given a symbolic interpretation after the festival was adopted by the Christian church in the fourth century as the anniversary of Christ's birth.
Many customs associated with the Christmas season have pagan origins.
The above was written before Christmas became politically incorrect and lacks the shocking details of the origins of most of the customs practiced at this time of year. People generally are just doing what their moms and dads, and their grandparents did for generations. They don't know why they are doing it; it's tradition.
It reminds me of the story about the woman preparing to bake a Christmas ham. She cut both ends off of the ham before placing it in the pan. Her husband asked her, "Honey, why did you cut the ends off the ham?" She replied, "I don't know. My mother always did it." So he asks his mother-in-law why she did it and the mother-in-law says, "I don't know. My mother always did it." So he asks his wife's grandmother why she always cut the ends off of the ham. She said "I cut off the ends so it would fit into the small baking pan."
We do things by tradition which sometimes make no sense, but we do them anyway and pass them on to the next generation. When we do these things innocently, there is no harm. But once we know that the meat doesn't need the ends cut off because the pan is big enough to hold it, should we still cut off the ends?
After I learned more than I ever wanted to know about Christmas, I could no longer take part in the festival. I try to honor Christ every day. I often read the account of his birth in the scriptures and I marvel at the obedience of Mary. It was not an easy thing to have a baby out of wedlock in those days. She literally risked her life. And her fiance could have dumped her if he chose to think that the angel which spoke to him was not real. There is no way I would believe an angel would come to me in a dream. I would just figure it was a dream of wishful thinking.
Did you know that the Pilgrims who came over on the Mayflower were very religious and they didn't celebrate Christmas because they thought of it as a pagan holiday? Christmas was illegal in early colonial life.
The Pilgrims didn't come here with the simple idea of founding colonies here. There were already Christian settlers in the New World before the Pilgrims got here in 1620. There was a mission in Florida in 1541 and one in Maine in 1604. The so-called Pilgrims came here to practice and propagate their own brand of Christianity, which was basic and pure. They relied heavily on prayer and believed that God was in charge. Their stated mission in the Mayflower Compact, in part, was to spread the Gospel of Christ. Even though half of their group died during the first winter, they held to their faith and their mission. They held regular religious observances, but Christmas wasn't one of them.
To learn more about the origins of Christmas, Google Michael Rood and Rood Awakening. He has humorous video on the subject on his website.
Without any research, just look around and try to find a connection between the Biblical Christ and Christmas. I don't see it. If you do, let me know. Open my eyes. In the meantime, I will not participate in the festivities.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Listening to the rabbi
I was listening to a rabbi (teacher) talk about generational sin. One of the things he spoke of was eating disorders. Having suffered with some eating disorders myself, my ears perked up.
He said that it is all about control. People who were over-controlled by a parent tend to have problems in this area. It is a way of having control over yourself that no one else can mess with. Like they can badger you into eating, but they can't make you digest it!
In teens, it is about rebellion. You know the drill.
In adults, it is about life feeling like it is not being run by you. Making your weight go down 30 pounds in a month, you feel like you have some power. You are not happy with your life. You want to change things, but you can't. You want to control all the people around you but they don't cooperate. Your hair is gray, your bills are overdue, your kid didn't make the honor roll, the dog pooped on the floor! No matter how many tirades you carry on with, they just don't knuckle down to you and your demands. Everything seems out of control. In truth it is just out of YOUR control and this is what you can't deal with. Eat a huge dinner so you look normal to everyone and after dinner barf it all into the toilet. Who cares if your teeth are rotting out? At least you won't get fat. No, on the contrary, you will get skinny! As skinny as you want and they can't stop you!
The rabbi spoke only a couple of sentences about it but my mind has been kicking it around for hours since.
I had two bouts with purging. Both times it lasted a couple of months. Both times I had experienced emotional trauma just before it hit. Thankfully, both times I stopped without needing any kind of treatment. (I have no faith in the medical community and I think, had I gotten professional help, I'd be on meds and still battling the problem.)
I know a control-freak who is like Herr General around her house and is always finding reasons to yell at her hapless family. She is as skinny as a rail. She orders her husband around like a slave in the old south. She complains to her ever-present mother about all of her misery. And her over-controlling mother gives her advice on how to manage her household with an iron fist and feeds into the whole thing by pointing out the faults of all the miserable, ungrateful family members. It's a sight to behold!
Little do either of them know that the more they want to control all the people around them the more helpless they feel. There you see why it is called a generational curse. But it is not passed on just by environmental factors; it is also passed by DNA. So even if the younger shrew was adopted by someone else she still would have had the shrew gene. And unless she "repented" purposefully, she would also pass it on to her daughters. In fact her oldest daughter already show the sign of shrewhood. She is very bossy with all those around her, even her father, and she is only 14. To some people it may appear she is mature and responsible, however she is trying to control things which she has no business controlling (her father, for instance). When she gets into the real world and sees that not everyone wants to follow orders, she will exhibit physical and emotional signs of frustration, such as eating disorders, panic attacks (which both her mother and grandmother experience), and who-knows-what-sort of relationship problems.
I also had a controlling mother and I was just like the two shrews I described. I repented to YHWH and I am still working on it... daily. I divorced three husbands who I couldn't control totally. If there ever is another husband, I will work on being a partner instead of a boss.
Enough about this. I've got to go bake some bread. Oh yeah... Happy Thanksgiving. Don't forget to thank God for all the everyday things... like just the freedom to read stuff on the internet! There is always plenty for which to be thankful if you stop and think... Bless you.
He said that it is all about control. People who were over-controlled by a parent tend to have problems in this area. It is a way of having control over yourself that no one else can mess with. Like they can badger you into eating, but they can't make you digest it!
In teens, it is about rebellion. You know the drill.
In adults, it is about life feeling like it is not being run by you. Making your weight go down 30 pounds in a month, you feel like you have some power. You are not happy with your life. You want to change things, but you can't. You want to control all the people around you but they don't cooperate. Your hair is gray, your bills are overdue, your kid didn't make the honor roll, the dog pooped on the floor! No matter how many tirades you carry on with, they just don't knuckle down to you and your demands. Everything seems out of control. In truth it is just out of YOUR control and this is what you can't deal with. Eat a huge dinner so you look normal to everyone and after dinner barf it all into the toilet. Who cares if your teeth are rotting out? At least you won't get fat. No, on the contrary, you will get skinny! As skinny as you want and they can't stop you!
The rabbi spoke only a couple of sentences about it but my mind has been kicking it around for hours since.
I had two bouts with purging. Both times it lasted a couple of months. Both times I had experienced emotional trauma just before it hit. Thankfully, both times I stopped without needing any kind of treatment. (I have no faith in the medical community and I think, had I gotten professional help, I'd be on meds and still battling the problem.)
I know a control-freak who is like Herr General around her house and is always finding reasons to yell at her hapless family. She is as skinny as a rail. She orders her husband around like a slave in the old south. She complains to her ever-present mother about all of her misery. And her over-controlling mother gives her advice on how to manage her household with an iron fist and feeds into the whole thing by pointing out the faults of all the miserable, ungrateful family members. It's a sight to behold!
Little do either of them know that the more they want to control all the people around them the more helpless they feel. There you see why it is called a generational curse. But it is not passed on just by environmental factors; it is also passed by DNA. So even if the younger shrew was adopted by someone else she still would have had the shrew gene. And unless she "repented" purposefully, she would also pass it on to her daughters. In fact her oldest daughter already show the sign of shrewhood. She is very bossy with all those around her, even her father, and she is only 14. To some people it may appear she is mature and responsible, however she is trying to control things which she has no business controlling (her father, for instance). When she gets into the real world and sees that not everyone wants to follow orders, she will exhibit physical and emotional signs of frustration, such as eating disorders, panic attacks (which both her mother and grandmother experience), and who-knows-what-sort of relationship problems.
I also had a controlling mother and I was just like the two shrews I described. I repented to YHWH and I am still working on it... daily. I divorced three husbands who I couldn't control totally. If there ever is another husband, I will work on being a partner instead of a boss.
Enough about this. I've got to go bake some bread. Oh yeah... Happy Thanksgiving. Don't forget to thank God for all the everyday things... like just the freedom to read stuff on the internet! There is always plenty for which to be thankful if you stop and think... Bless you.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Scams Scams and More Scams
Why are there so many people trying to get my hard-earned money with their scams? I must get 3 dozen email scams every day. There are widows of foreign dignitaries who would love to give me millions if I would send just a few thousand so they can get their husband's money out of some legal tangle. There are people who don't want one cent from me, but they will help me earn pounds of money with my computer if I send them my credit card number to cover postage and handling... It must be working for them if they keep doing it.
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