Showing posts with label pilgrimage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pilgrimage. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 18, 2024

Two Steps Forward And One Step Back

I appreciate progress. POSITIVE, progress, anyway. There are some situations in this life where progression is not a positive thing. Disease, damage, deterioration, et cetera.

I feel frustrated so often lately because I just cannot seem to get enough traction toward achieving goals that I have for myself. Even though I'm a lot more patient than I used to be (which is ironic in that I have less time left to achieve my goals, now that I am in my late 60s) and I'm able to discipline myself much better when it comes to delayed gratification than I used to be able to do, the hindrances, and obstacles, that I, continually, have to deal with, are dragging me down, mentally.

I am gratified by all the progress that I have made with so many things, and I try to remind myself of that when I start to feel helpless, and hopeless, in the face of the lingering list of things that I still need, and want, to achieve in my life. What I have accomplished is actually impressive by my standards and I need to be proud of all of that. I recall being able to tackle every single thing, on my 'To Do List', in the past, though, and in a relatively short amount of time, which is, no longer the case, in my life. There are some new limitations now that did not exist before that I'm always grappling with. Some are entirely out of my control, and others I could probably do more about, but, for various reasons, I haven't. All of this, causes me to alternate between being mad at the situations and mad at myself, for not doing more about those that I can. >sigh!< EVERY decision, we make, AFFECTS our life.

I can't control that Covid is still in high transmission, including here, although I at least contribute to it not being spread more by my self-isolation away from others which keeps me from catching it. That choice leaves me with virtually no social life though. I don't go to church services or out dancing or eat indoors at restaurants, although I did sit outside of one to eat lunch with a friend, once, a couple of years ago. I don't date, or kiss, or make love (or have an orgasm that isn't coming from my vibrator), because I am 'high risk for serious illness or death' if I catch Covid. I have only had it once, so far, but avoiding catching it again has left me with no life in a lot of ways. The irony is not lost on me, that in trying to protect my life I have in effect stopped living it. I merely exist in 'survival mode', most of the time, since Covid first covered the world with its highly transmissible potential death sentence several years ago. I caught it frighteningly easily a couple of years ago, and had it for 8 days. I couldn't taste my food, and my breathing seemed to struggle around the 6th day, which scared me, because of seeing the images of intubated patients in ICUs and refrigerated trucks acting as morgues, as well as hearing the constant sound of ambulance sirens back then because of this pandemic. Some Long Covid symptoms that I developed eventually left me, although I was stressed by my not knowing whether that would be the case, at the time. Catching Covid-- EVER!-- is clearly a crapshoot, and is a gamble that I am not willing to take, for anything, or anyone, currently in my life. For me it would be too great a sacrifice, because of a lifetime of my return on investment being so poor when I allow people into my life and close to me. No one knows, each time they catch Covid, how serious it will be, for them, until they are in the throes of it. Based on how my life has gone and the
sacrifices that I have made, in order to socialize with people, in general, and most especially for those that I have loved, what I would be risking, to expose myself to other people, is simply not worth, what that could cost me, for what it gives me. I don't just mean, health wise. I mean, in any, and even, every, way. PEOPLE, have not been worth it for me. Humans have done me much more harm than good, and because of that I don't see taking life or death risks for them to be a smart choice.


One of my personal goals is to learn to dance the tango, although now that I'm 68 I have serious doubts about my knees being able to do the steps without buckling. I even have a very specific song that I want to dance the tango to-- David Bowie's 'Let's Dance'. I realized one day when I had two tabs up on my computer that this song syncs perfectly with the tango moves! [David Bowie - Let's Dance (Official Video) - YouTube] While I like traditional tango music, also, Bowie's song just motivates me more! This style of dance is very much in-your-face for many of the steps, though, which makes it one of those high-risk behaviors I do my best to avoid altogether. I would not want my tango dance to 'go viral', in the pathogenic sense, of the word. The risk of catching Covid continually complicates my life! Sadly, I decided against pursuing learning the dance steps that I long to do, because of my trying to avoid potential missteps in my goal of protecting my health, and along with that my life. 




I have a lifelong phobia* of needles, but, terror, over the Covid pandemic, caused  me to finally be willing to take the first two Pfizer vaccines for it in 2021. The only noticeable physical reaction I had to the first one was the shot site soreness, that is typical for injections into the arm, which lasted for a few days. When I took the second shot, though, I became alarmed, because I felt so unwell from that, and it took a longer time to stop feeling those effects. It seemed like all my organs were inflamed by the vaccine-- especially my kidneys. I actually felt poisoned! Because of that, and my not knowing if the shots did anything to damage my body, in any way-- and, if they did, would that be permanent harm?-- I stopped getting Covid vaccines, ever since then; protecting myself by solely relying on almost complete social isolation, along with mask wearing as needed. I just haven't come across a good reason for me to risk it. I am a loner by nature, as well. I LIKE being alone. 

Finally having a home of my very own was amazing progress that I honestly never thought I would have in my lifetime. My finances took a hit, though, with both the expected and unexpected expenses that come with that. I can't just call a landlord and have him send the maintenance man to repair things, anymore. I have to find and hire my own contractors now, and pay them, myself, for everything they do. I don't even own a car, so I am by no means an affluent person. More than 3 years into it I still have a list of things that this house needs that will cost me thousands of dollars to do. Money that I don't even have, right now. I have to get my savings built up again, though, because I am all alone in this life, with no one to take care of me, but me (and God), and I don't have the income to do both of these things, at the same time. It has to be, one or the other. Right now, I am more concerned about getting some money saved in the bank again if only as an Emergency Fund because it is way too stressful for me knowing that there is nothing there now for any possible life event that I might face. The house does need those things done, at some point, though, and that will probably drain my bank account, again, as I start trying to accomplish all that; hopefully, sometime next year. While having a home of my very own is a huge step forward from where I was, there have been some significant setbacks, from the beginning, that have thwarted my progress.

I was a homeless veteran just a few years before God made it possible for me to own this home. This house is the greatest blessing He's EVER given me, after the great Gift of Himself, and my cockatiel baby, CeeBee, who 'flew Home to Heaven' in 2011. NO HUMAN BEING is even in THE TOP THREE BLESSINGS of my life, for me. I don't think my standards are too high, and regardless, they are what they are. Too many people, who have been in my life, have fallen short, let me down, and worst of all, damaged me, by their presence. Because, of that, I have a dim view of much of humanity, and I am very circumspect when dealing with people. 
What I have been subjected to by people here certainly hasn't helped that view, and in fact, has made the aversion even more pronounced, in me. I had to start scheduling VA telehealth mental health appointments, because of it. I have also called the VA Crisis Line at times, when I have been unable to reduce the stress from this situation, by myself. The gossip, lies, and, truly, horrible, rumors, that the clique here started, and spread, about me, has damaged my reputation and my relationships in this community. It is hard to see neighbors that I could have had good friendships with changing, toward me, because they have heard-- and apparently, believed-- these things about me. Finally having my own home, has been greatly diminished and offset by my having to live my life in the face of all the ongoing defamation of me. I even had another telehealth call about it today. 

When I told my primary care provider that I needed to be scheduled for regular mental health appointments, now, because of this situation being so depressing and distressing to me, to the point that, I became so despondent about it that I didn't know if I could survive it, at one point, and I told her just a couple of the lies that have been told about me by clique members, she was shocked by what she heard was being done to me, to the point that she became speechless. She was so stunned that I had to say to her, on the phone call, "Are you still there?" Hers was a, normal, reaction, to how I have been treated by these people, but I very rarely get that reaction from anyone here, that I have ever reached out to, about it. I even got scolded angrily by one woman here, for simply trying to tell her why her saying to me about it, "Well Deb, people will be people" was a tone deaf assessment of the seriousness of the situation. I was actually explaining to her at the time that my despair over it and the stress and strain it put me under had very nearly cost me my life, when I began to briefly consider suicide, due to  it, in May of 2023. She literally YELLED at me, and said that, 'She didn't want to hear it!' She had no trouble hearing the ugly gossip and lies, about me, though; that was clear to see. She adamantly dismissed the 'clique stuff' as simply being something that I was either, overexaggerating, or it didn't exist, at all. That was very unhelpful to me. My primary care provider's, stunned, reaction to what I've been put through by these people here was an absolutely accurate response, for the seriousness of the situation. It is comforting, to have someone acknowledge the difficulty of living surrounded by the very group of people doing this to me. I have the intense inner conflict of LOVING my home, AND the surrounding area I live in here, but feeling extremely stressed and anxious about how much my life has been altered here, by these, toxic-tongued, bitches. Since it started my first day here, by the main instigator, on my street, I have NEVER had a FAIR chance  to get to know other people here, without them being skeptical, or even wary, of me, because of the horrible and often untrue things they have heard ABOUT ME. So, even as I have gotten more settled here, I have this ongoing obstacle that is
a form of oppression, that I'm forced to deal with, in order to live here; that I try  to overcome, often unsuccessfully, because of dangerous, damaging, defamation.

This situation pervades every aspect of my life, in this, otherwise, idyllic setting.
It all originated from one bigmouth bitch neighbor on my street that did not like my setting boundaries with her because she was so intrusive so often that I had no sense of peace, or privacy, in my life-- two things that I have always needed. She is clearly a NARCISSIST-- the THIRD one, to be the bane of my existence** on this earth, after, my own mother, and my last husband. Narcissists, are, THE  MOST DAMAGING PEOPLE that I have EVER encountered-- especially when they make ME their TARGET. They are so PUNITIVE. Their GOAL is to cause you harm. It is NOT a 'fair fight', with them, AT ALL. They seek to DESTROY you if they can, and IT DOESN'T MATTER TO THEM that you have not done ANYTHING to them to DESERVE THAT from them. It adds INSULT to INJURY that she is also a Christian.
She and I are both in our latter years of life now, and she is even older than I am (so you would think that she would know better, at her age-- only narcissism is a pathology not an ideology), but she chose this path for our relationship. I will not ever be able to have a happy or healthy relationship with this person BECAUSE of all the shockingly cruel things that she's said about me, to our mutual neighbors.

Every day, I thank God for my finally having the perfect home for me, and I hear the sweetest bird calls in the trees outside my window. But every day I also have to deal with my anxiety, because of the things this woman has instigated against me, and I dread even taking my trash out when I need to, just because I have to walk past, not only her house, but the group of neighbors on my street that she's turned against me. It is PURE EVIL, this woman has done to me, and to my life. I have NEVER DESERVED THIS from her-- or from my mother, or my last husband, either. Narcissists don't have a rational reason, for targeting someone, and doing all they can to destroy the person's life. Something dark in their soul drives them to do it. That doesn't excuse it though. She will have to face God about it too, on Judgment Day. Below are some things that help explain what a narcissist is like. I also have a Pinterest account that has a Board I titled "Cligue Target", because of the situation that she has created for me here, and the Pins on that explain it too.

Ever notice the most toxic people.. have more people around them? Bc they are fake and full of stories of lies and gossip.. (sad that gets more attention than the truth speaker.. no one wants to hear that. They stand alone.)

"Narcissists constantly seek validation from others. They need people to praise them, admire them, and make them feel important. This need for validation is a weak point because it shows that their self-esteem is not as solid as they pretend it to be. They rely on others to feel good about themselves."

'People who are narcissistic tend to prefer associations with people that are easier for them to control.'

"Narcissists often dislike the word 'no' because it represents a direct challenge to their perceived authority and control," Dr. McGeehan says. "To a narcissist, 'no' can feel like a rejection or a denial of their importance, which can be very threatening to their ego."

A narcissist will give others misleading information about you. They will tell partial truths mixed with lies. They will sow seeds of dissension to cause doubt in the listeners in an effort to turn them against you.

The scapegoat is most often victimized in a variety of ways, and when they attempt to speak out against the victimization, they are disbelieved and called liars. In addition, they are taken through traumatizing smear campaigns to further discredit and disprove them.

Narcissists use baiting to provoke reactions from their targets. This might be a cruel or condescending comment made with the purpose of starting drama/arguments, making people feel inferior, and/or asserting control, and they will always blame the targets for reacting.

A Narcissist wants to convince you that your emotional reactions to their actions are the problem, when without their actions, you wouldn’t be having those reactions.

Trauma survivors crave honesty and authenticity. We've had to fight for our ability to think clearly and know who we are. We aren't willing to engage with those who do not honor that. We will show them the door.

The main advice the victim or target of a narcissist gets is "Cut off all contact with them if you can."


Here are some Pins from the "Clique Target" Board, which currently has 292 Pins. 














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Truth tellers, whistle-blowers, scapegoats and the real victims are always portrayed as 'crazy.'

Stopworkplacebullies @Stopworkplacebu
The truth is irrelevant to toxic individuals. If they can't control you, they set out to ruin you.

Stopworkplacebullies @Stopworkplacebu
Targets are usually anyone who is “different” from the organizational norm. Usually victims are competent, educated, resilient, outspoken, challenge the status quo, are more empathic or attractive and tend to be women.

Josh @JD_Quotes2017
When people can't get what they want from you, they'll either cut you off, spread lies or recruit others to hate you too.

When toxic people know they've done you wrong, they'll often become fixated with trying to destroy your reputation by spreading lies and slandering information about your private life. Smear Campaigns are a severe form of bullying.

Stopworkplacebullies @Stopworkplacebu
Smear Campaigns are a control tactic.

Lana Beth Horowitz @HorowitzLana
Narcissists will talk horribly about their targets. They get to people who have never met the victim, to make sure the first thing they hear is negative. Then it spreads. It's usually that 'the victim has mental problems', this way no one believes the abuse. #SmearCampaign

Stopworkplacebullies @Stopworkplacebu
Gossip can be an insidious form of bullying or harassment. If the intent is to demean, propagate lies or half truths about people, or designed to hurt, denigrate and destroy reputations behind people's backs, then gossip has crossed a line into harassment.

Stopworkplacebullies @Stopworkplacebu
Smear Campaigns can insidiously spread with no real direction or control once it starts...

Breakingfree @Breakingfreetwo
It changes things when we realize the narcissist intentionally provokes us. They actually enjoy seeing our grief. Happy, having a good time? That's when they're most likely to strike.

Stopworkplacebullies @Stopworkplacebu
Character assassination and ostracization are used to sever the target's belonging to her community.

Wisdom And Skill @WisdomAndSkill
The narcissist agenda: That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That I can, just by defaming her, damage another human being beyond repair.

Stopworkplacebullies @Stopworkplacebu
Just know what they are doing behind your back is also done in front of God.

Stopworkplacebullies @Stopworkplacebu
A person who doesn't defend you while someone else slanders you is not a friend.

Some people can't support you in public because of how they talk about you in private.

Some people will never ask for your side of the story, because the side they heard fits how they want to feel about you.

Dear abuser, A victim telling their story of your abuse doesn't ruin your reputation or destroy your "perfect life". You did that, when you chose the behavior. Just becuz you're well liked or have a "nice family" doesn't erase the evil your capable of... no matter how long ago.

Josh @JD_Quotes2017
Anyone who easily believes lies about you without hearing your side of the story, was probably looking for a reason to be against you, anyway.

Diane Langberg, PhD @DianeLangberg
It dishonors victims of abuse when we are silent about their experience or pretend it did not occur or was not important.

Christine @cmd8495
People will notice the change in your attitude towards them but won't notice that it was their behavior that made you change.

Nate Postlethwait @nate_postlethwt
There are a lot of brave and kind people who have very little support. They assume it’s because they’re too much, when the reality is, it's because they’re honest. That’s not something easily digested by most people, but especially in a world where performance is key.

Stopworkplacebullies @Stopworkplacebu
Fake is becoming so acceptable that people get offended when you're being real.

Stopworkplacebullies @Stopworkplacebu
Don't change your authenticity for approval.

"Be the bigger person" is BS advice at times. Your bigness is not determined by your capacity to quietly absorb bullying, degradation, or abuse.

Some people are really so delusional that they think it's disrespectful when you don't just sit back and allow them to continue to disrespect you.

Stopworkplacebullies @Stopworkplacebu
Some people will vilify you so they feel better about what they did to you. God forbid they be held accountable for their BS.

Tell me no Lies Narcissists @lovewins11011
A narcissist uses your anger against you when your anger is justified due to their shit behavior. They do this to deflect accountability.

If you reconcile with a narcissist after they have done something horrible to you, or violated your boundaries, the abuse gets worse. They’ll punish and blame you for whatever vile thing they did and assume that you’re ok with it because you allowed them back.

Stopworkplacebullies @Stopworkplacebu
You don't have to defend yourself or argue with those who don't believe you. God saw it all...

Josh @JD_Quotes2017
I don't walk away to teach people a lesson. I walk away because I learned mine. I'd rather adjust my life to your absence than adjust my boundaries to accommodate your disrespect.


Even when I am taking two steps forward and one step back going through life,  including, at times like this, I am greatly comforted by the Presence of my Lord and knowing that HE gave me this home, and I am in His Will, as I deal with all  these things, that are so discouraging, and destructive. The poem, "Footprints", which I included here, has blessed me so much as I continue my pilgrimage***.





* phobia - "A phobia is an anxiety disorder, defined by an irrational, unrealistic, persistent and excessive fear of an object or situation. Phobias typically result in a rapid onset of fear and are usually present for more than six months. Those affected go to great lengths to avoid the situation or object, to a degree greater than the actual danger posed. If the object or situation cannot be avoided, they experience significant distress." - Wikipedia

** the bane of my existence - "The bane of my existence" is an expression that describes a person, thing, or situation that causes constant annoyance, frustration, or unhappiness. It can be used to describe something that makes life difficult or unbearable.

*** 'Pilgrimage' is often used to describe an individual's journey through life, sometimes as a general description of personal growth and exploration, sometimes, as in Christianity, outlining a particular spiritual focus or pathway which it is believed will lead to encounter with God.

Saturday, January 14, 2023

It Can Be A Painful Pilgrimage For People


Life.


Life on Earth can be a painful pilgrimage for people, and I'm certainly one of those who is experiencing this. For those who may not contemplate their existence here, on such terms, this article does a very good job of defining, and describing, what I am referring to in this post:https://www.york.ac.uk/projects/pilgrimage/intro.html. It says,
"'Pilgrimage'  is  often  used  to  describe  an  individual's   journey   through  life, sometimes as  a general  description  of personal  growth  and exploration,  [and] sometimes,  as  in  Christianity,  outlining  a particular  spiritual focus  or pathway which it is believed will  lead to encounter with God."  This month, I'm sharing my memorabilia as I have been since October, after sorting through alot of old papers and such, that I had saved, which are documentation of both my life story and my giving an honest and accurate account of it. In this post I am focusing on spiritual things, which I have felt, and written about, in some form or other, during my life.

A journal entry of mine . . . .
                                                                                      18 March 92
                                                                                      10:50 PM

. . . . Everybody thinks I'm always supposed to be strong, & Christian, & together, & forgiving no matter what, & I'm not. I'm tired! Tired of all the grief, & loss, & heartache, & betrayals. Tired of the struggle . . . . I want peace , & there is no peace. I've got to have peace. I need trust & there is no trust-- especially with my closest loved ones. Is love only in my imagination? A sugar-coated pain from Hell? 

Another one of my journal entries . . . .
                                                                                     1 January 1993

As I begin this personal journal for the year 1993, I have seen the Lord meet every basic human need through each month's struggle and crises. I am going through frustrating, frightening, and difficult times, working multiple jobs with few hours and low wages, and on Food Stamps for the first time in my life. God told me just to trust Him, though, and so far He has met my needs for food, clothing, shelter (and to be with CeeBee), mostly through the help of others. He has not failed me, and yet there's the issue of me continuing to cry out to Him regarding deeper needs; desires of my heart . . . . I desire to love and be loved; to be in a committed Christian marriage with a man who loves God above anyone and anything. I desire to be a homemaker; have a sense of stability, home, family, affection, laughter. I desire a safe home for my pet cockatiel, CeeBee, and I. I desire to continue loving the Lord above all else and grow in Him and be blessed by Him. . . .

[NOTE: Some, of these things, became irrelevant, in my life, as the years passed. 
CeeBee flew home to Heaven in 2011, after nearly 20 years of unconditional love.
I was in my 30s, when I wrote this journal entry. I am in my 60s, now. I wrote it following my last marriage to a man that I refer to as a son of Satan who abused me so continually and in so many ways that he finally shattered my soul, making everything about living life so much harder for me. He dragged me to the depths of Hell by how he treated me and the first time he ever threatened me was mere minutes after we had just said our marriage vows! Due to the terror and trauma, he inflicted on me, for my making the mistake of trying to love him, I backed off, from my desire to be married, and I have stayed single, ever since then. Happily so for the most part. I feel like I just can't risk that another man would think I'm his property to mistreat, especially because, I married him! I still wonder what it would be like, to truly be loved by someone, that I love. I've never had a man in my life who, "loves God above anyone and anything". I can't even imagine that.]

A letter that I wrote, to the owner of, mega home store, Nebraska Furniture Mart:

                                                                                     1702 Nicholas Street                                                                                          Omaha, NE 68102
                                                                                      July 15, 2017

Dear Mr. Blumkin,

           Thank you so much for your kind response to my letter I wrote you from Siena Francis House Women's Shelter, where I have, as of today, been living for six weeks. I am so grateful for their help, here, as they take excellent care of us. My own personal ways of being able to 'give back' to them are limited, by my situation and resources, although I do find various ways, on a daily basis, to try to help meet needs here in the shelter. I reached out to you regarding the well-worn, torn, and stained carpeting because I could see it was a real need here, and I am so very grateful to you that you responded that you are willing to assist Siena Francis House in selecting and pricing out flooring when they are ready to do this! . . . since I am continuing my search for a suitable apartment (for a 61-year-old woman), with a landlord that will accept my 'HUDVASH' (Veteran Affairs) Section 8 Housing Voucher, and I will be able to leave the homeless shelter once I can obtain that housing. . . . 
        As I have never been in a homeless shelter prior to this, I didn't have any idea what to expect. I have been very grateful for the many positive aspects, and struggle some with the lack of privacy, and, times of sleep deprivation due to snorers, door closings, baby crying, etc. Being poor, I'd longed . . . to be able to go to the zoo ($20.00 - $40.00 for the Adult Admission, alone) and the Joslyn [Art Museum] to see the special traveling exhibit (that requires paid admission). I was so excited that they took us on outings to do both of these activities! They also gave me a pair of new tennis shoes, to walk the zoo pain free (my old pair had holes). I got some chocolate-dipped coconut macaroons the other day, donated in a bag of sweet treats from Panera Bread. . . . but several restaurants have sent us their specialties while I've been here. Also, a Veteran Event is hosted here & we had pizza and watched a movie. . . . They had BINGO here, too, and I won a pretty lipstick the [other] girls compliment the color of. 
       We have chore lists, daily. We sign up for our time in the laundry room. At some point, everyone here-- staff and us included-- get annoyed at others and annoy others. Yet, for a varied social environment like this, with different ethnicities, cultures, age groups, languages, backgrounds, & lifestyles, there is a very touching and tender atmosphere of support, cooperation, and love. There are many conversations about God and Faith; and, other, more 'colorful', comments, about life, as well, as we each grapple with this reality we face in our own way.
      The people I have met-- and loved-- here I will never forget. Sharing this intense experience forges friendships that will endure. Tears come to my eyes picturing some of these in my mind, now, to try to describe them to you. I am humbled by what I've learned about them and from them. My heart has been opened, now, to types of people I'd never directly interacted with or personally experienced before, in some cases; some I likely feared, before. This place is filled with the deep waters of Humanity; adrift, afloat, & struggling. Sharp voices; soothing voices. Laughter & tears overheard. I am constantly amazed by how much positivity the women muster, and strength, in coming here (sometimes for physical safety but always) to seek improvement in their life situation. 
      In closing, I'd like to share a little of the joy & laughter I've had here: I slept for 5 weeks in the Mat room, on a thick foam mattress-of-sorts on the floor, that is surprisingly comfy. There can be 20 women on mats in that one large room, more or less, at any given time, depending on how many have come through the front secured gate seeking help in their situation. My first night or so, I was awakened by a 'symphony of snorers' and sat up with a tired sigh to survey the scene. I saw one other girl, also sitting up staring around the room for the same (problematic) reason. We exchanged frustrated glances & shrugs of 'nothing can change it'-- IT IS WHAT IT IS. Then, as she watched, I solemnly raised both arms as an orchestra conductor would & 'directed' these sleepers, bringing in the bass-like snorers, then the 'woodwind' snorers, and so on. She & I smiled then, at the scene, & lay back down again. Another night before bed in the mat room (I'm in a bunkbed room, now), I plopped down on my mat & looked around. Girls were on their mats before lights out, some writing, some Googling, some rolling their hair, some conversing, some watching a TV show. I smiled at the scene & said to Sheryl-- another older woman, with a similar sense of humor-- "This reminds me of summer camp", to which she replied, to the laughter of all in the room, "This ain't NO 'summer camp'!-- We is HOMELESS!" She's gone now, from Siena Francis House, and is enjoying her new apartment!-- God bless you, Deborah Robinson

I came across a note that I wrote to myself about my time living in the homeless shelter, in the summer of 2017. It has the name "Ashley" on the scrap of paper. I added "One of the several, women, I led to the Lord (by His Holy Spirit) while we lived in (the homeless shelter) Siena Francis. Others got saved, excited about my relationship w/Jesus & interested in their Bible study and growth."

I wrote a poem (free verse poetry that does not rhyme or have a regular meter), about a young Army veteran, named B.C., whom I met, the same summer that I was in the homeless shelter, when I was stuck in the VAMC for awhile, after that. He looked just like Jesus, with his long hair, and he occasionally exhibited benign behavior if you encountered him on a, rare, good day when he was medicated to the extent that he was safe around the other patients in the Psychiatric Intensive Care Unit. Many, if not most, of his days, he was frighteningly out of control, and one night he slipped into another male patient's room as he lay sleeping soundly, and beat the poor guy up while the staff was off the floor for their briefing during shift change. Just before he did that, I heard someone jiggling the door handle to my room but my back was to the door at the time. I didn't roll over to see who it was, because I assumed it was the nursing staff, doing the room checks, as they also peered through the small window in the door of each room to see if we were asleep. Had my door not been securely locked, I hate to think of what B.C. might have done to me. It, still, gives me chills. A couple of times, he seemed to regain his sanity enough to carry on a conversation with me for a few brief sentences of exchange between us before his eyes disengaged and took on the vacant zombie-like look that he had for most of every day. His outbursts were terrifying when he blew up at staff, trying to get him to, eat something, or shower. They would often have to sedate him to keep him from harming himself or others. He had served in the war in the Middle East where Americans were sent to fight, and I cannot even imagine, what he had seen, or gone through, there, that took a, fully functioning, young man, who had clearly been competent, at some point, to be sent there, at all, and pushed him, to a point, beyond, what he could cope with, causing B.C. to lose his mind. Some of the other veterans, I met there, who suffered enormously from PTSD (as do I, but, mine is due to different experiences, than theirs, while I was enlisted), were able to talk a little bit about things they had seen, over in the Middle East, and it was horrible to hear. When a bed became available on the side of the hospital floor that offered a dorm-like live-in setting, for stressed vets, like myself and others, to both learn and improve coping and life skills, I went to that side, but B.C. remained in the locked ward as, clearly, the most hopeless case, of any patient in that psych ward. Even though he was 'unreachable' my heart went out to him. I wish I knew what became of him and whether he is institutionalized.


                                                                                         
                         (A young man, in a war zone. This, is not B.C., though)
                             
[Reference the following post for alot more information on that chapter of my life: https://ascentthroughthedarknightofthesoul.blogspot.com/2022/06/romans-828-trusting-god-regardless.html]              

I was in one of my classes at the VAMC, live-in, program, when we were asked to write about some experience that left a strong impression on us and then share it with the group. I had not been able to get B.C. out of my mind. He was locked up  and heavily medicated, on the other side of the same floor as me, in the hospital. [I did not even have any medications, my entire time there, on either side of that floor, except for my over-the-counter Benadryl, for my allergies, and it was, 'only as needed' (PRN).] I still wonder, what ever became of B.C. He was in bad shape.  I don't know if that young man ever regained his right mind. He was so young! It was so sad. So, in that class, that day, at the VAMC, I wrote about B.C. I cried as  I read it to the other veterans there. He was now this, appealing, yet frightening, shell, of a young man. The whole thing, with him, haunted me. Here is my poem:
         
                                                          B.C.

                                                        8-6-17

                                                  Deb Robinson

Brandon stood before me, smiling,
eyes to eyes, all bright with openness,
we greeted one another with
exchanges, of notice, and names.
"You look like Jesus!", I observed audibly,
to which he replied, "Yes, I do", 
and added, "You can call me 'B.C.'"
"Like, 'Before Christ'", I acknowledged.
This young man, a recent veteran,
after serving on active duty
until it finally broke him,
was in his PICU pajamas & socked feet, 
scuffling up and down the halls (on his good days)--
walking & walking & walking.
He would be 'absent' from the locked ward activities,
more often than not, I would soon discover.
I always missed him, when he was not around;
staying in his room,
angry and aloof,
sleeping all day.
I also missed him when he was around,
but not really 'present', with us.
Most days, when I looked at his dulled, unfocused, eyes,
and said, "Hi, B.C.",
there was no apparent recognition,
or response, at all,
to my invitation to interaction.
B.C., after serving our country,
now stood there before me,
yet was Missing In Action.
I wondered, watching him,
walking & walking & walking,
away, again, down the hall,
back to his room, to bed,
what touch-- to his body, soul, & spirit--
the Lord Jesus,
whom he so resembled,
might impart to B.C.,
to heal all that had become broken
in him--
including his mind and heart.

This is a letter I wrote to a priest I'd been talking to about theological differences:
 
                                                                                             August 20, 2015
Fr. Carl,
     Thank you for the visit with one another at the parish office this afternoon.
     Whenever I say something in a conversation regarding any 'Christian' subject matter that the hearer indicates they are not familiar with, I conscientiously try to follow up to clarify that, because as a Called-to-ministry layperson representing my Lord as His disciple/ambassador to others, one of my responsibilities is to bring light/shed light. Leaving known questions or concerns with someone, therefore, isn't helpful to that mission. Even communication does not clear things up, in all cases, but providing the scriptural source that I am citing gives the person the opportunity to understand how seriously and respectfully I approach my efforts toward the Great Commission; and that my heart is never to patronize or disregard the immense value of each soul I interact with whether that be to God, or to me, including on God's behalf, by my leaving any confusion or doubt, about spiritual matters, 'in my wake', when departing the encounter. 
     I am supposing you would mandatorily have a Greek reference work, for your study of the Bible, in order to 'check out' the word I used with you, in describing the source of the energy exuded by me that fuels and fosters the Christian love (that I cannot do at all on my own!) which emanates through me to others by the Presence and power of God's Holy Spirit. It was part of my discussion that-- apart from Him-- there is no 'good' about 'me'. Indeed, Jesus said, ". . . there is none good but God." I used the Greek/biblical term "dunamis" (δύναμις). It speaks of the ability/power/strength/might to do a wonder work (for God; indeed-- by God through 'me'). I have heard it said our word "dynamite" comes from the root of this, and it comes out of the meaning "to be able or possible".
    I was saying to you that all love, truth, forbearing with (the unsavoriness & annoyance, to my own flesh, of dealing with hurtful, difficult) people, etc., flowed from me by God's Holy Spirit/power within me, and that there is nothing truly 'good' in 'me' apart from that. Acts 1:8 ("power") is this word 'dunamis'! Many other verses, including Acts 4:33, 6:8, 10:38, Luke 9:1, Matthew 6:13, etc. I call 'dunamis' (II Timothy 1:7, 8, & 9) the animating, energizing unction that provides not only the (Grace-given) ability (Romans 7:15 - 25, especially verse 18) to love - pray - go - tell - etc., to fulfill the Great Commission, in Jesus' Name, but even the desire (Romans 7:18) to do so, because my flesh never wants anything beyond its own wants/needs met, and my own spirit can know I should, or think I can, "Go into all the world and preach the Gospel", yet fall short, because 'my' own efforts can't sustain it. 
    Weariness, rejection, inconvenience, distaste (at odds with 'my' own natural affinities), etc., beset 'me' and I become bogged down, losing all desire to continue the effort. Should I, nevertheless, try, even then, it becomes a 'flat', tedious, Pharisee-type 'religious' exercise done in the wrong 'spirit' for the wrong reasons, rather than the 'relational' interaction where (the reality of) Christ (& His Love, in us) is lifted up, so that He can & will draw men unto Himself, again, 'relationally'. 'Religion' lacks the intimacy that must come from 'relationship'. I'm not a fan of 'religion' for its own sake. 
    . . . . Peter-- my favorite disciple-- 'grew into' his Calling, by the Holy Spirit's help, & became very good at speaking up & speaking out, even in 'intimidating' circumstances. (Acts 4:13 & 29 & 31) Paul, never shy, covers this-- and also some of the subjects you & I spoke of today-- in the passage of Hebrews 4:12 - 16
    Also, here is the passage where Jesus is saying that, ultimately, it is the Father, not Himself, who is to become our "all in all" (Amplified Bible), which I quoted to you in our discussion today: 1 Corinthians 15:20 - 28. Many if not most Christians teach and preach that Jesus is to have that position in the Kingdom of God and in our worship of God, when He is telling us, Himself, that this is not to be the case.
  
                                                                  Existing from, by, and in the Lord,
                                                                  Deborah Robinson
                                                                  (Gen 35:8, & Judges 4:4 - 5:15)

Coming full circle, in this post, I leave you with a poem that I wrote 21 March 91 titled 'Upward, Christian soldier!' I wrote it for our military serving in the Persian Gulf at the time. It describes the need to walk with God, through our pilgrimage, especially when that journey takes us to the battlefield and/or into the unknown:

Upward, Christian Soldier!

Christian soldier, take God's hand,
And through the endless miles of sand
Walk by faith and not by sight
Through each day and every night.

Read God's Word-- on it we feed--
It's the spirit's MRE*!
Wholesome food to nourish souls,
And strengthen us in all our roles.

Hold this knowledge ever fresh:
Our war is really not with flesh,
But with the sin inside us all
That weighs us down and makes us fall.

Our hope is in the Lord alone;
He'll redeem what we have blown,
If we repent, get on our face,
And come to Him to seek His grace.

When you return again to home,
Or wherever else you roam,
Know for certain God is there
To lift and carry every care.

Though we love you, more does He,
With love that lasts eternally!
Count on Him then; He won't fail.
His love for you will never pale.

by Deborah [Robinson]

Verses from Isaiah 35 (The Living Bible)

"Even the wilderness and desert will rejoice in those days. . . . for the Lord will display His glory there, the excellency of our God. With this news bring cheer to all discouraged ones. Encourage those who are afraid. Tell them, 'Be strong, fear not, for your God is coming to destroy your enemies. He is coming to save you.' And when He comes, He will open the eyes of the blind, and unstop the ears of the deaf. . . . God will walk there with you . . . . These, the ransomed of the Lord, will go home along that road to Zion, singing the songs of everlasting joy. For them all sorrow and sighing will be gone forever; only joy and gladness will be there."

*MRE - A Meal, Ready-to-Eat (MRE) is a self-contained, individual field ration. MRE's are basically pre-ready food for use on the battlefield during actual military operations when normal food service facilities are not available.

A NOTE to my readers regarding next month's blog post, which will focus on love:
I will share alot of things from and about men who have traveled into and through and out of my life during their own journey, in next month's post. With Valentine's Day being in February it seemed appropriate to save those for that post. Also, my birthday is in February, marking yet another year gone by without my ever having experienced, real, reciprocated, love, in my life. At this point, given things as they are, I don't think that it's something I will ever have. I have only been in love, like that, twice, in my entire life, despite meeting, many thousands of guys, including, in my dancer days, when I worked in the nightclubs, and it was part of my job, to talk with the customers, during every single shift. It was like eventually earning a PhD, in Men, only, if anything, it disgusted me, and drove me away, from wanting any man in my personal life. There just wasn't ONE that could UNLOCK MY HEART to LOVE. I compare it to those scenes I have seen in TV shows and movies where the guy is a safecracker, and is able to open the safe when he has not been given the key or the combination, to do so. He just slowly and carefully checks different numbers to see if they will line up so he can gain access to the safe and all of the valuables, inside. Only TWO men have EVER been able to UNLOCK MY HEART! No one else ever came close. Due to circumstances as they were it couldn't work out with either one. It is what it is. So, those things that I will share, next month, are mostly things that I was given by various men, over the years, who may have felt something for me, but I just didn't feel it for them. When I love someone it's very deep but it's also very rare. My heart is not an easy safe to crack at all! I'm picky, I am very sure of who I am, and I, absolutely, know, what I do, and don't, like, in other people, including men, in my life. My Valentine's post will basically be about my NOT finding ROMANTIC love, but honestly, I am far more content to spend the rest of my life all alone than to settle for poor choices, which I felt I had no choice but to do, when I was younger, and also did because of that BULLCRAP that, LOVE CONQUERS ALL. It, most definitely, does NOT. THAT is merely a myth; a fairy tale.