The gas on the way from Eureka to San Fran was intense last night. Do you all get flashbacks from childhood when the gas is used strongly like this? The past five years have been full of flashbacks. If they would have just left me alone, I would have went on trying to live my life thinking I was the problem. I am sure a lot of you can relate to never being able to obtain traction in life, even with great efforts and genius.
My cult/the union traumatizes people until they give into evil, starting from a very young age. And they never stop trying. I lived in a death/work camp in Sierra Vista, Arizona for over two years before I was able to escape. They have camps like this all over the nation as punishment. The only hopes of getting out of these camps is rolling others under the bus. However, I know you all know how to play dead and dumb while plotting just like I do.
Back to the flashback, a nun in Calistoga told me this all would happen when I was three or four. It was the same trip where my Mom and her older sister(let’s call her La) got permission to do something. The nun and I prayed and my Mom made fun of me on the way home for doing so. My Mom doesn’t respect God or the traditions of the church.
The church is not all bad, they knew about me before I did.
My Grandma and Grandpa were raised in Russian Orthodox Orphanages in Russia and immigrated here after/during WWII. They spent two years in the Phillipines and found sponsors to come to America. They did not meet until they were here in California and they were matched by a matchmaker within a week. My Grandma was a rich woman’s baby who cheated on her husband with a soldier and he continued to visit my Grandma when she was in the orphanage. Well, this is the story I was told.
I rarely remember going to church as a child, but I do know that I was raised very religious in Orthodox ways. There is a connection to God in my story. I am unsure as to the whole connection, but I think I told my Mom I talk to God as a child because she told me “God is your only friend,” and it freaked her out. After my head injury at eight, I became more connected to the other side than the 3D world. I love dead people, I can talk to them and they make sense. Most living humans are an illogical emotional mess!
Also, take into account the nuns in Calistoga that my Mom took me with to visit to get permission to do something(1984 ish). I can guess it was to kill my grandparents, but honestly I am still in denial and that just seems so outlandish. But if it was true it would mean that the church owned my Grandma and Grandpa. Plus, they probably own my Mom and maybe that means they own me too.
Today, the people following me were very innocent looking. A good glare scared them a bit. These are people I would never imagine would be wrapped up in something like brainwashing and poisoning a town, aka cult like behaviors. However, religion has been at the roots of more battles in our history than any other issue.
So yeah the Catholic church, who would have thought?