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It's a long story, and sometimes I don't like it, but it's mine and this is how it started for me and what I have to work with. I want to share it because most people seem surprised and curious when learning about someone growing up in a cult. I'm F23 mixed race Australian/latina. When I was a child, I didn't have the perspective to notice that something may have been wrong. Sure the faith was a huge part of my life, but it was something I felt grateful for. I'd been taught that everyone else was hugely disadvantaged, and that I had been blessed because I'd been prayed for. I felt better (luckier) than my peers, and learned to pity "outsiders" because they didn't have the understanding and faith that could mean their eternal salvation. I went to school mostly, but wasn't allowed to mix with the other kids, watch TV, go to religion classes, wear the same uniform (girls have to wear modest skirts and dresses) and a lot more. I remember the first time I felt truly left out. I was in grade three, wore a long home made dress with longer sleeves (because the school dresses were not acceptable to my mom) I wore my hair in long braids down my back, and I just felt the teachers talking about me behind my back a lot. It was just a really strong vibe. I get it know. I think they may have felt confused and sorry for me. Anyway, the cult has no name and they are proud of that, because Jesus apparently gave no name to his followers. They are non-denominational Christians who believe in the gospel, but there is a lot of sinister stuff that goes on behind the scenes that I've only become aware of after leaving. Child molestation is constantly and fervently swept under the mat, and victims are threatened if they take it to the police. They believe that they are above the law. 60 minutes Australia made a documentary on it in 2019: The physical restraints included: long skirts and dresses of you're a girl, long hair if you're a girl, no makeup, no painted nails, no jewellery, no macaroni necklaces (even if you're in preschool apparently, I remember that sad day) no TV, no movies, no music, no Christmas or Easter, movie stars are devil worshippers (according to my dad) absolutely no sex before marriage, no science based beliefs or research, no alcohol or drugs, no profanity, no fiction reading, no masturbatory activity (my brother and I knew about it when we were young but at age 12 learned the word for it, and my father cursed the internet for the loss of our innocence) Much less regulation if you're a boy I guess. Victim blaming is RIFE. I grew up being told to change my clothes, cover myself, legs are disgusting, women are evil seductress that control men and should be ashamed when men list after them. My aunt was raped when she was 16 and apparently it was because she "went to work in a see-through dress". The worst part is that my parents always blamed her, and then warned me that I was turning out like her after about 13years when I started to ask questions. Teenage hood was bitter. I was so rejected by my peers (in a tiny town too) I was different, left out, ignorant, naive, and left behind. My family had taken me out of school for three years to travel overseas and constantly attend about 30 annual church gatherings (restricted, secretive, lasting between 2 and 4 days) I was just completely outcast, and was told to love the division because it was a blessing. I remember getting changed into shorts at school, and being terrified I'd be caught. My brother also constantly snitched on me. I don't remember him getting in trouble for wearing shorts but ok. I wasn't able to do sport, I got left behind in English because I couldn't watch movies or read their books. My parents always scanned the books before allowing us to read. Animal Farm was out. It sucked. I had no peace, and they told me it was because I was withholding something from God. I was at a loss. I'd given up everything, all over again, in grade 11. I committed to wearing skirts and all the other bullshit, nothing changed. I remember crawling outside one night holding my cat and wailing, begging God to give me some kind of peace, let me know he was there hearing me. I was giving my whole existence. Nothing. Church was held in the home, two times weekly. Missionaries love in people's homes, moving constantly. They live free from wages, and never marry, but are treated like royalty because the sheep worship them (messengers sent from god) I constantly felt terror when a plane would fly overhead, or of thunderstorms, because they believe that christ will appear in the sky at ANY GIVEN MOMENT and cast eternal judgement of what you're doing/thinking in that moment. It was terrifying since as long as I could remember. My parents both beat my brother and I. He turned out really different though. Things started to change when I moved away from uni. I was extremely anorexic for years, but wanted to study architecture. I still went to church and my grandma kept tabs on me. Then I moved out, somehow got the crazy idea to download tinder, met a GIRL, fell in love....... Felt gay, somehow still going to church??? I'd come home from church and then make out with a girl lol. One day she was asking me about my church (again) and she just casually dropped "I think you're in a cult". I felt betrayed and defensive. I wasn't allowed to question my beliefs. I even asked my dad. He told me to be aware of this "friend". Slowly I started to research, and my life crumbled away beneath me. I can't describe how agonising it is to realise that you don't actually stand for anything you've been living for your entire life. It's shattering. And so feeing. Then I realised that I needed to come out to my family, as gay, and as someone who no longer believes in their faith or God. It was exactly as I anticipated. My mom or brother never spoke to me again (for almost two years) and my dad sent me threats of hell, angry messages, passages from the bible (not the nice ones) and took away the car he'd been loaning me. I completely lost my family. Their true colours came out clearly. In the past 3 years, I recovered from anorexia, created my own family, started my own research and understanding of evolution/science/culture WHAAAAATTTTT, quit uni, had sex for the first times (with girls and guys), realised I'm not gay... Just whatever I damn want, went to my first nightclubs, smoked and drank for the first times, and a lot more. It's a mixture of incredible freedom and childlike wonder, and bitter grief because I feel very left behind sometimes. I've never held a full time job, I've been taken advantage of OFTEN, find it difficult to judge character, trust too easily, see the good in everyone ALL THE TIME, doubt myself and my judgement constantly, am afraid to believe in anything because I don't want to be let down again, struggle to communicate in my relationship, struggle to accept that my voice should be heard, doubt my feelings, and sometimes compare myself to where others are at. Can't believe if you've read to this point, wow!! Where I'm at now: learning a lot about philosophy, psychology, trauma patterns, yoga and stuff like that. I'm learning heaps, I'm healing a lot, I'm mostly happy finding meaning my own way now. I have a sweet dog, and a beautiful boyfriend, we've had a very difficult relationship (my first sexual relationship with a man) but he is a wonderful person and I'm grateful. Mostly grateful for the opportunity to think for myself and choose what I want.
Three christs streaming. Changing sleep patterns: restlessness, hot feet, waking up two or three times a night. Feeling tired after you wake up and sleepy off and on during the day. There is something called the Triad Sleep Pattern that occurs for many: you sleep for about 2-3 hours, wake up, go back to sleep for another couple of hours, wake again, and go back to sleep again. For others, the sleep requirements have changed. You can get by on less sleep. Lately I have been experiencing huge waves of energy running into my body from the crown. It feels good, but it keeps me awake for a long time, then subsides. Advice: Get used to it. Make peace with it and don't worry about getting enough sleep (which often causes more insomnia). You will be able to make it through the day if you hold thoughts of getting just what you need. You can also request your Higher Power to give you a break now and then and give you a good, deep night's sleep. If you can't go back to sleep right away, use the waking moments to meditate, read poetry, write in your journal or look at the moon. Your body will adjust to the new pattern. Activity at the crown of the head: Tingling, itching, prickly, crawling sensations along the scalp and/or down the spine. A sense of energy vibrating on top of the head, as if energy is erupting from the head in a shower. Also the sensation of energy pouring in through the crown, described as "sprinkles". This may also be experienced as pressure on the crown, as if someone is pushing his/her finger into the center of your head. As I mentioned in #1, I have been experiencing huge downloads of energy through the crown. In the past, I have felt more generalized pressure, as if my head is in a gentle vise. One man related that his hair stood on end and his body was covered with goosebumps. Advice: This is nothing to be alarmed about. What you are experiencing is an opening of the crown chakra. The sensations mean that you are opening up to receive divine energy. Sudden waves of emotion. Crying at the drop of a hat. Feeling suddenly angry or sad with little provocation. Or inexplicably depressed. Then very happy. Emotional roller coaster. There is often a pressure or sense of emotions congested in the heart chakra (the middle of the chest). This is not to be confused with the heart, which is located to the left of the heart chakra. Advice: Accept your feelings as they come up and let them go. Go directly to your heart chakra and feel the emotion. Expand it outward to your all your fields and breathe deeply from the belly all the way up to your upper chest. Just feel the feeling and let it evaporate on its own. Don't direct the emotions at anyone. You are cleaning out your past. If you want some help with this, say out loud that you intend to release all these old issues and ask your Higher Power to help you. You can also ask Grace Elohim to help you release with ease and gentleness. Be grateful that your body is releasing these emotions and not holding onto them inside where they can do harm. One source suggests that depression is linked to letting go of relationships to people, work, etc. that no longer match us and our frequencies. When we feel guilty about letting go of these relationships, depression helps us medicate that pain. Old "stuff" seems to be coming up, as described above, and the people with whom you need to work it out (or their clones) appear in your life. Completion issues. Or perhaps you need to work through issues of self-worth, abundance, creativity, addictions, etc. The resources or people you need to help you move through these issues start to appear. Advice: Same as #3. Additionally, don't get too involved in analyzing these issues. Examining them too much will simply cycle you back through them over and over again at deeper and deeper levels. Get professional help if you need to and walk through it. Do not try to avoid them or disassociate yourself from them. Embrace whatever comes up and thank it for helping you move ahead. Thank your Higher Power for giving you the opportunity to release these issues. Remember, you don't want these issues to stay stuck in your body. Changes in weight. The weight gain in the US population is phenomenal. Other people may be losing weight. We often gain weight because many fears we have suppressed are now coming up to the surface to be healed. We react by building up a defense. We also attempt to ground ourselves or provide bulk against increasing frequencies in our bodies. Advice: Don't freak out, but just accept it as a symptom of where you are right now. You will release/gain the weight when all your fears have been integrated. Release your anxiety about this. Then you might find it easier to lose/gain the weight eventually. Exercise. Before eating, try this: Sit at the table with an attractive place setting. Light a candle. Enjoy how the food looks. Place your dominant hand over your heart and bless the food. Tell your body that you are going to use the food to richly nourish it, but that you are not going to use the food to fulfill your emotional hungers. Then pass your hand from left to right over the food and bless it. You may notice that the food feels warm to your hand even if the food is cold-- I like to think that the food is good for me when it feels warm and nourishing to my hand. I have also noticed that when I practice blessing the food, I don't eat as much. It is important not to let yourself off the hook when you forget to bless the food before you eat. If I've forgotten and I've nearly finished eating, I bless the food anyway. That way I don't slip out of the habit. Another thing you can do is to stay present while eating -- don't watch TV or read. Heartily enjoy what blessings are before you. Changes in eating habits: Strange cravings and odd food choices. Some find they are not as hungry as they used to be. Or hungrier. Advice: Don't deny what your body tells you it needs. If you are not sure, you might try muscle-testing before you chose a food to see if it's what your body wants. Also try blessing the food as described in #5. Food intolerances, allergies you never had before: As you grow more spiritual, you are more sensitive to everything around you. Your body will tell you what it can no longer tolerate, as if it, too, is sloughing off what doesn't serve it anymore. You might be cleansing yourself of toxins. Some people find they often have a white residue in their mouth, much like that of runners at the end of a race. Advice: An acupuncturist told me that this film can be removed by sloshing 2 tablespoons of cold-pressed olive oil in your mouth for 10-15 minutes (don't swallow, whatever you do), then spitting it out into the toilet -- not the sink, for you just removed toxins from your body and don't want them in the sink. Brush your teeth and do the same. Then clean your brush. (Sorry this is yukky, but it works. ) Amplification of the senses. Increased sensitivity. 8a. Sight: Blurry vision, shimmering objects, seeing glittery particles, auras around people, plants, animals, and objects. Some report seeing formerly opaque objects as transparent. When you close your eyes, you no longer see darkness, but redness. You may also see geometric shapes or brilliant colors and pictures when eyes are closed. Colors appear more vivid -- the sky might look teal or the grass an amazing green. Often I see grids running across the ground. As you become more sensitive, you may see shapes or outlines in the air, especially when the room is almost dark. When your eyes are open or closed, you may see white shapes in your peripheral vision (these are your guides). Advice: Your vision is changing in many ways -- you are experiencing new ways of seeing. Be patient. Whatever you do, do not be afraid. Hazy vision maybe relieved by yawning. 8b. Hearing: Increased or decreased hearing. I once thought I would have to pull off the road because of the painfully amplified sound of my tires on the freeway. Other symptoms are hearing white noise in the head, beeps, tones, music or electronic patterns. Some hear water rushing, bees buzzing, whooshing, roaring or ringing. Others have what is called audio dyslexia-- you can't always make out what people are saying, as if you can no longer translate your own language. Some hear strange voices in their dreams, as if someone is hovering near them. You can either ask the presence(s) to leave or ask Archangel Michael to take care of the situation. Again, there is nothing to fear. Advice: Surrender to it. Let it come through. Listen. Your ears are adjusting to new frequencies. 8c. Enhanced senses of smell, touch, and/or taste. I notice I can now smell and taste chemical additives in some foods in a rather unpleasant manner. Other food may taste absolutely wonderful. For some people, these enhancements are both delightful and distracting. You might even smell the fragrance of flowers now and then. Many of the mystics did. Enjoy it. Skin eruptions: Rashes, bumps, acne, hives, and shingles. Anger produces outbreaks around the mouth and chin. I had a dermatitis on my extremities for several months that accompanied healing an episode from my past. When I had worked through most of the issue, the condition was released. Advice: You may be sloughing off toxins and bringing emotions to the surface. When there is an issue to be released and you are trying to repress it, your skin will express the issue for you until you process the emotions. Work through your "stuff". Episodes of intense energy which make you want to leap out of bed and into action. Followed by periods of lethargy and fatigue. The fatigue usually follows great shifts. This is a time of integration, so give into it. Advice: Roll with the nature of the energy. Don't fight it. Be gentle with yourself. Take naps if you are tired. Write your novel if you are too energized to sleep. Take advantage of the type of energy. Changes in prayer or meditation. Not feeling th
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Losing the love of your life would affect anyone. And I was no exception. Bjorn and I’d been together for well over ten years... A decade of bliss now gone to despair. Bjorn was a tall Swede. Complete with intelligence, accent, and an ass and dick to spare. His chiseled good looks and blue eyes captivated me from the start. Up until the day he died from an aneurysm. And now Bjorn’s gorgeous features haunted my dreams... The few times I felt joy in this cold, distant world. I’d lost weight since he passed. Both from stress and sadness. About the only good thing to come out of this personal tragedy. And now I stayed home every night. Alone in a fortress of horror movies and countless cats. My only companions at this point. Besides the pills. Like a haunted castle, the house of Bjorn and I reeked of desolation. Loneliness. I couldn’t escape our framed photos. Our shared love of weird feline figurines. I didn’t want to really… They were all I had left of him and our gorgeous memories. I worked from home so never got out much. This suburban prison perfect for my misery. To think at one point, I was the life of the party. The outgoing smartass to Bjorn’s reserved professor. Now I was the gay male equivalent to a cat lady… Until one day my close friend Geoffrey talked me off the loneliness ledge. He was my old flame turned confidante. His advice usually sound. And here he was the one talking me into trying modern romance: dating apps. I took his advice. I told the world who I was on Tinder, Bumble… and yes, even Grindr. Hell, I even used Marc, my real name. I wasn’t here to catfish… just to try and move on. I knew Bjorn still would’ve wanted me to considering I was only forty-four. Regardless of all the weight loss and stress, I was still attractive. All these bios and decisions were tough. I mentioned I was Filipino. A horror movie fan. And to honor Bjorn, I chose my most scholarly photo: me in my wire-rimmed glasses and tweed single-breasted jacket. My dark coiffed combover. Of course, I mentioned I was a kinky bottom as well. There was a thrill with each app. I enjoyed the attention, the compliments. All the conversations with these gay caricatures: the twinks, the bears, the “straight” jocks. The variety of sexy ethnicities. There were white guys, black guys, Latinos. I didn’t discriminate against beauty. But nothing went anywhere. Sure, I was popular. It was fun playing the cute older Filipino freak. But aside from some fun sexting and video chats, I felt no human connection. Hell, I had deeper conversations with my cats at this point. Or inside my own crazy mind! So yeah, everyone got masturbation material. The majority of the reason why Millennials use these things, I figured. But If I wanted to just look at ass and dicks all day or show off my own, I’d just go on Reddit. You know. The quick, efficient way. I also noticed a disturbing trend... A harrowing realization that I was one of very few forty-year-olds using Tinder and Bumble. One of the very few who wasn’t a serial killer or ugly as shit, that is. And there was still an empty void on these sites: where were the fucking Swedes? Call it a fetish to be an asshole or my type to be polite, but my lurid lust for Swedish men compelled me. It consumed me! Growing more frustrated, I continued this app adventure. Going through the more obscure ones like an explorer journeying into a most mysterious wilderness. Sitting on my living room couch, surrounded by cats and pictures of Bjorn and I’s happy past, I scanned the list. My glass of wine no relief to the rising irritation. Every fucking fetish was well-represented. Every race, every gender. Even sites geared toward scat play, shitting, and farting. Just nothing specifically for Swedes! What the fuck! But deep down, I knew beggars can’t be choosers. Here I was unable to find a free app for us forty-somethings. At a loss for how to find someone close to my age who at least attempted to be attractive. Much less not be terrifying... I took another annoyed sip. Gazed off at the flatscreen. At 2014’s Creep... One of Bjorn and I’s favorites. The memories moved me. Both good and bad. Bittersweet bullets into my soul. Turning, I forced myself back to my phone. Toward this futile search fueled by a lonely man’s heartbreak and horniness. Then there was the March miracle. The one I’d been waiting for: a new app was at the bottom of the search pile. SexySwedes read the icon’s big red letters. A New Modern Dating App For Mature Crowds I tapped the icon in a frenzy. The most excitement I felt since Bjorn and I’s late Friday nights in the sack. Everything got more promising. Sure, there were pics of hot Swedish men who were real on screen but likely bots behind keyboards. But there was the free price tag. The thirty-five and older age requirement. And most of all, the app’s real hook: Introducing Our New Review Feature: Comments And Observations Made After Dates What the fuck, I thought to myself. Somewhere between disgusted by our dwindling human condition… yet allured by this Amazon of dating. Customer reviews toward… human beings? But fuck, the promise of hot, muscular Swedes was too much. I downloaded that shit in a heartbeat. I toured the terrain. To my surprise, Americus, Georgia was apparently America’s Stockholm. I wasn’t buying this cash grab exploiting us Swede addicts until I read the reviews. The barbs directed at almost every guy here, both Swedish and American. No reviews were over two out of five stars. In fact, most of them stayed at one or zero. Complete with nice zingers like: Uglier in person, broke ass shit, useless! 1 and his breath stank, Cattfish. dis uglyass bitch fat, lied about dick dic tiny, Not a Swede. This was a woman and an ugly one. I figured no site would air these freakshows out for everyone to see. Not one trying to scam desperate lonelyhearts anyway. So I navigated through this sea of shit. At the very least, entertained by all the negative reviews. And then I saw Charlie. With just over three-and-a-half stars, Charlie was just the man I was looking for: a perfect Swede… much like Bjorn. The reviews were positive. Not that I cared at this point... His profile pic had him holding a cute cat for Christ’s sake! I sent the first message. Much to my relief, Charlie replied quick. We hit it off immediately. Exchanged pics. Exchanged personalities. Charlie was a computer programmer and only a few years younger than me. The shot at a realistic romance was becoming all the more apparent. Even on such a strange app... Playing the cute geek to perfection, Charlie wore glasses. Had spiked brown hair. Weird fashion. At 5'10, maybe he was a little less lean than Bjorn but Charlie still had the big dick and booty to make up for it. And above all, he was just genuine. Charming. The first guy I talked to my age that came without creep vibes… much less literal red flags. We met in person soon. And for the first time since Bjorn, I felt excitement. Hope. The closest to Bjorn’s goofy charm I could find. I now felt alive. Not to mention hot... Together, we toured Americus. The romantic spots, the restaurants. Over in Plains, we shared our first kiss. I led the charge, of course. I went straight for Charlie’s mouth, my face pressing against his pointed nose. Our chemistry was explosive. The sex fantastic. Finally, I felt a connection. And fuck, at this point, even our cats got along. We took turns spending the night at each other’s houses. Mine in suburbia, Charlie’s out in the country. The relationship grew stronger, the bond deeper. And deep down, I knew Bjorn would approve. But the app still lingered. I checked SexySwedes from time to time. Not for a fuck buddy or sext buddy. Just out of amusement. A compulsion. Yeah, the guys were hot… but how’d I end up with the only one over two stars? I get I was attractive but I wasn’t a conventionally fine hottie… Still, I wasn’t worried. I was happy. Charlie and I had a chance. We got closer. Only I got more hesitant. Bjorn wanted me to move on… He even told me so. But this didn’t feel right. Not being this happy without him. Not this level of joy. Maybe I should’ve considered happiness normal. Common in the real world… but man, it was tough. Especially considering my best memories came with Bjorn and Bjorn only. I ended up breaking up with Charlie. I just wasn’t ready. Not emotionally. Or maybe I was too scared... Too afraid our new love would obfuscate my old one. Truly bury Bjorn. Either way, I ended it. A beautiful romance halted before it could fully blossom. Hey, at least, I did it in person. At the downtown square, Charlie shook his head in sadness. The overcast day setting a mood neither of us wanted. But a funeral I felt was necessary. “But Marc…” he started. I couldn’t say much. Behind the glasses, I felt tears forming. “I thought we were doing great, ” Charlie said. Conflicted, I stepped beside one of the small trees. Cowering from my own cowardness. Bjorn wouldn’t have been proud. Charlie grabbed my shoulder. A soft touch. “Is it something I did? ” Like a sentimental soap opera that felt all too real, I faced him. “No. ” The pain squeezed my soul. “I’m just not ready for this. ” I took a step back. The March breeze whipping through my coat. “I never was. ” “But Marc-” I interrupted him with a kiss. Our last goodbye. Over the next few days, I ignored all of Charlie’s calls. His texts. Instead, I kept busy at the house. Feeding cats, watching horror movies. Staring at the photos of Bjorn and I. Watching our videos. Drifting into the dream… Finally, I got drunk (and horny) enough to fuck with the apps again. Naturally, my first selection was SexySwedes. Not necessarily to find a mate... Just some dick. Well past midnight, I logged in. Felt the excitement creep back in. A brief reprieve from the grieving… Until a text message distracted me. Charlie had sent me a message: Marc, please read the t
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