When I was young I heard this statement and didn't believe it at first. But, after living 71 years so far I see it all the time now. I think the first time I believed it was when I was about 10 to 15 years old and I believed God was trying to kill me at the time and I was scared and like many people would do anything not to die at the time.
Looking back from my present vantage point it wasn't that God was trying to kill me it was that God wanted me to live a certain kind of life or he wanted me to die because I would be too powerful otherwise.
This makes complete sense to me now. It's sort of like God knew I was a potential nuclear weapon kind of being and that unless I was completely under God's control I had to die. So, it wasn't that God wanted me dead, he wanted me alive in a very specific way where I could be useful to him.
So, I was kind of one of God's Science experiments to see if he could create and maintain someone like me on earth.
But, as a child I just felt like I was being mercilessly being tortured to death slowly because I had blunt trauma childhood epilepsy from falling while rock climbing with my father at Chilao in the Angeles national Forest above Los Angeles in the mountains there when I was about 9 years old. I fell back onto my head from about 8 or 9 feet off a rock and got a concussion. But, this was likely 1956 or 1957 and no one was going to rescue me then and my father knew it because of the era. So, I was crying and my head hurt and I was throwing up from the concussion and my father said, "Get up! Let's Go!" because he knew after that that if I couldn't move on my own he couldn't get me out of there because I was too big. I had to climb up a cliff to get out of there anyway. So, unless he could force me to move under my own power I might die up there because he couldn't physically carry me out of there because it wouldn't have been possible. And remember no cell phones or helicopter rescues this early in the 1950s by the way unless you paid someone 10,000 or 20,000 dollars to do something like this at that time.
So, I was messed up and had a bad headache and threw up a lot at the time. But, my father didn't believe in doctors much so he never took me to a doctor and expected me to either get better or die one of the two.
So, I had seizures at the time starting about a year later from this and these lasted until I was 15 and my cranium grew enough to take the pressure of my then young brain and my seizures stopped suddenly when I brought God into my life and body with me.
Once I had invited God to live in my body with me everything changed a lot when I was 15. My physical appearance completely changed within a few months of this and girls started becoming interested in me. And by the time I was 16 I had my own car and a 21 year old girlfriend which also changed my life a lot then too. Since my parents approved of this relationship and so did her mother this wasn't a problem at the time by the way because she went to the same church as her mother and my parents by the way. So, people encouraged people to marry in the same church then even though we broke up after about a year or so because I wasn't grown up enough to stay with her and we stayed friends until I left the church when I was 21 and went my own way.
Yes. Truth is always much stranger than fiction.
To the best of my ability I write about my experience of the Universe Past, Present and Future
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