Only when I began looking into the historical evidence for Jesus did I begin to realize how shockingly sparse it is. And not just sparse; every word of what little we do have is complete hearsay — and also seriously problematic, contradictory and suspiciously reminiscent of older writings… Still, I soldiered on, comfortably certain there was a real Jesus to be found somewhere. But long story short, after two years of pulling on that thread, it became increasingly apparent that there was no sweater left. I was stunned and baffled, but I couldn’t shake the conclusion that there had been no Jesus of Nazareth at all — a conviction that has only grown stronger since.
Source: Did Jesus Really Exist? This Book Series Says He’s “Mything in Action”
Randy sent this to me. Here is what he wrote as he wrote it far better than I could. Hugs.
In this scenario, the “white” woman has advocated and used her position of relative strength to speak up against something. But, we see these things every day: The way a person may discount a person who doesn’t look “American”, or in the case of someone who is native American looks too American. Or, say how someone has decided they can speak ill of someone who is gay, poor, whatever. In essence, if we stand by and let hate be put forth, what do we obtain but a country divided? Welcome to the republican agenda, who can only prosper in a land of division.
This morning I woke Ron up shouting, because I was having a nightmare about one of my abusers and my abuse. I was dreaming of the man who adopted me. HE was in my room putting everything in trash bags. I did not have much but what I had was important to me. I had very little, and what I had was old, broken, or hand me down stuff. If I ever had anything nice it was taken from me. In my dream I was not a child anymore but an adult. The man who adopted me told me I was not going to have anything, he was not going to allow me to have anything, he was going to take it all. I was ordered to take the bags of my stuff out to the trash. I took the first bag out, then I went back in. I then did something I never could have done as a kid. I told him no, I won’t take my stuff to the trash. Remember in my dream I was not a scared child afraid of what might happen. I was an adult version of me. I stood up to him. I told him no I would not do it. Then in my dream he gave me orders of what I was to do in the morning. I told him no, I wouldn’t do it. He threatened me as he has always done. Only this time I did not cower. This is where I shouted out loud and woke both myself and Ron up. I shouted “Understand this, I won’t do it, I won’t do it”. I realized I was awake and it had been a dream, and of course I had woken ron. Ron was talking to me telling me it was OK, I was safe, he was with me. I told him about the dream and I got up, he went back to sleep. So maybe this is a good sign. I am sticking up for myself in my dreams. I am not letting it happen, not as afraid as I had been as a child. Only time will tell. Of course the downside is I am upset this morning. The good thing is I can get to everyone’s blogs early as I did not get much done yesterday. Be well and happy. Hugs
Well today is the day. My whole routine is shot. I had to get up at the ungodly hour of 5 AM. I have my disability hearing this morning at 8:30. I have to be there by 8 AM. I had a bad week to start with. I had a major flash back this week. My own fault sort of. I was looking for things on YouTube to watch and saw the title of a movie called “for my brother”. The blur simply said a brother gives his all to protect his younger brother. I thought great a feel good movie about love. I was so wrong. It was about an abused boy who from 7 to 17 had to put up with horrific sexual abuse to save his younger brother from have to do it. I went over the edge for hours, kept losing time. I wont bore you with all I went through, ROn came home and knew something was wrong, he figured it out quick. He did what he could, but it put me on edge so bad that yesterday I lost it again. Went in to full blown panic attack. Ron had to give me extra of my own meds and then the meds they told him to give me what I get in a state like this. That med works, but it makes me like a zombie. It really stops the panic and the vortex that takes over my mind , but for a few days I am stupified it seems. SO today I am dressed up nice and ready to go to my hearing. ROn keeps telling me not to worry, it wont matter. He says if it happens OK it will be easier for us, if not we will make it. OK got to go. I will post how it goes when I get back. Hugs