Why Democracy ‘Lies’ . . . Dying

September 2021… I lay in bed under my thin floral comforter with my finger on the TV remote perusing global news channels for anything somewhat positive or upbeat before sleep. My mate already snoring in a comatose state, although its not too late. Actually, its not late at all. I am surfing the six o’clock news stations.

However, the sky has already darkened because of a storm in route lifting heavy branches shedding many twigs and loose leaves because of high winds. Yes, during this pandemic, nerves are stretched to copper wire thin without its strength to prevent snapping. Ballistic brewing from deep down depression spinning from DNA, repression, aggression, paranoia, lack of confession. Any number of things born from imperfection… Sin no longer called ‘sin’. ‘Morals’ for the ‘weak-minded’, thought. So darkness has become the ‘norm’ in a globe crying or fighting for ‘individual’ freedom… Yet suppressing the ‘freedoms’ of others not conforming to international ‘trends’.

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I awoke suddenly because of a blinding light before my eyes hiding the hand of its owner, an intruder. I reach for my husband, but find the spot where he was still warm but vacant. With my arm thrown over my lids, I ask quietly, “Who are you?… What do you want?” while wondering where my mate was… Was he alive?… I didn’t remember feeling any liquid like blood in his spot.

“Get up!” the muffled voice commanded. I thought it sounded as if he were wearing a face mask. So I slid slowly my legs from under the cover, grateful to be wearing pajamas. My feet searching for my slippers as I felt for my robe on a nearby chair. Still squinting because of the flashlight. I remembered that my phone was still in its pocket in silent mode. I received a tiny measure of comfort in this knowledge.

“What do you want?” I repeated. Hoping he wanted something monetary as I quickly donned the robe.

“Shut up!” they demanded as they yanked my arm in a forceful grasp causing me to gasp… “Where are we going?” I beseeched while being dragged down the hallway.

“I said, “Shut up!”” they repeated… Now not really sure if the intruder was a slightly built strong male or angered female. Though, something was familiar about them.. But I did as I was told… My tongue I did hold… For held against my side something which enabled them to be bold.

***

My small virtual audience composed mostly of young artists, I can see, is riveted to my story. Whether it is because I survived an extraordinary ordeal and they want to know how or some listen to it in skepticism or outright disbelief, because they are aware of the subject matter—FAITH MOVES MOUNTAINS insinuated. For any discussion of ‘religion’ is banned in even this once ‘faith’ motivated land. Matter-of-fact, I am chancing imprisonment by my relating the story.

Ever since the doors of religious institutions were nailed shut, ‘true believers’ have had to walk on eggshells as they continued to feed their faith while awaiting ‘salvation’ from the hands of fervent persecutors egged on by Satan’s rage. Violence increased as mountain peaks arising as mounts from the deceased overflowing with waterfalls of blood onto the barely existing below; because it seemed to the evildoers that they had succeeded in ridding the earth of baseless ‘hope’. Spurred on, they bullied those with ‘weak’ faith onto their dark paths.

So news stories unfolded of the exposed decadent lives of the wealthy, or the wonders of the many vaccines, or the rising death toll from atrocities committed by those of family or friends against each other. Hatred boiling over the pots of communities; sizzling the flames inflamed to climb the sides to singe those within still contained.

I glance back over my audience and continue… their interest to retain.

***

In my basement dimly lit, they forced me onto a folding chair to sit… Tied, my hands behind my back. They removed their mask to spit into my face… My sister!… And aside her my brother-in-law–shame-faced.

She held a gun on me. Told me that I’d been deceived… Love does not exist. ‘Lusts’ spin the world in revelry. Then proceeded in speed to explain why she needed to expedite my demise faster than my malignant diagnosis if without medicines prescribed…

In-other-words… I am not dying fast enough.

Her heightening my stress levels overtime, did not cause a desired heart attack or weaken my spine.

What she wanted from me–mine–she deemed necessary to grab hold of beforetime. And she believed that he was of the same mind… My ‘man’ and my ‘money’ was of her heart inclined.

How did she find the gall to involve her husband in this evil conspiracy? was not a question that I did not foresee. For birds of a feather do flock together until one determines another needs no longer to be.

So you see my quandary defined…

Issues not handled between family and friends in our ‘last days’ produces ‘hatred’ as an acceptable ordinary ‘state-of-mind’…

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“But know this, that in the last days critical times hard to deal with will be here.

For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, haughty, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, disloyal,

having no natural affection, not open to any agreement, slanderers, without self-control, fierce, without love of goodness,

betrayers, headstrong, puffed up with pride, lovers of pleasures rather than lovers of God,

having an appearance of godliness but proving false to its power;

and from these turn away.

From among these arise men who slyly work their way into households and captivate weak women loaded down with sins, led by various desires,

always learning and yet never able to come to

an accurate knowledge of truth.…

‘True’ liberty does not lie in man’s hand. For here lies the proof:

Me awaiting death at the hands of a family member so that she could attain her own personal happiness; though for me she held utmost disdain. And what I wanted, she’d prevent from me being able to obtain.

***

Again I glanced over the screen and saw that eyes were glued or  glazed because of this vision seen of me alive… just by what means?

***

My phone was in my pocket with location engaged… And my husband was suspicious by nature, oftentimes, for nothing enraged… So he had my calls monitored and had heard my sister’s tirade into monstrous mispronounced–rampage.

So he alerted the police who thus me did save.

***

Therefore, here is my prayer
forever and always:

“My eyes look to you, O Sovereign Lord Jehovah.
In you I have taken refuge.

Do not take away my life.

Protect me from the jaws of the trap they have laid for me,
From the snares of evildoers.

The wicked will fall into their own nets all together
While I pass by safely.”

Your Family Can Be Happy
Introduction

The key to a happy family might be closer than you think. This video introduces the brochure Your Family Can Be Happy.
https://download-a.akamaihd.net/files/media_publication/66/imv_E_02_r480P.mp42 Tim. 3:1-7; Ps. 141:8-10 © 22 minutes ago, Lucretia McCloud    death • family • hope • pain • sad • societydeath