Category: My Story ~ Enlightenment vs Spiritual Psychosis

In a previous entry, I referenced Marijuana as being the gateway fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. I see it just above the metaphorical eggplant, a low hanging and easy to reach fruit. Psilocybin is above that and higher up, is Ayahuasca. Now this is just how the forbidden fruit…

So you can probably see how the teachings of Abraham Hicks could be perceived as spiritual bypassing as defined by @yourspiritualmermaid. Again, she said it is trying to force yourself not to be sad or angry and “trying to force gratitude onto yourself.” However, Abraham teaches not to use force. In fact, they say to…

Spiritual Bypassing is an especially relevant term on social media right now. TikTok user, @yourspiritualmermaid, defines it as trying to force yourself not to be sad or angry and “trying to force gratitude onto yourself.” And this is the definition on which I want to focus as I talk about Abraham Hicks. But first, I…

The year was 2019 and it felt like nearly a lifetime had passed since I completed that summer internship in Winona Lake. Leah Remini’s influence in bringing awareness to abuse within religious cults was expanding right alongside the Me Too movement. And I was in contact with multiple television producers to discuss my Hephzibah House…

He showed up at the school one evening with an equipment delivery. Another student and I had just finished cleaning and closing the kitchen for the night. We were headed out the door as Rashaad was entering. As soon as the coast was clear, I made my way back to the kitchen where he was…

It was two weeks before I saw Rashaad again. He only came to do big jobs for Mr. Sims or to to make deliveries in one of the trucks. And yet, nearly every time, he could find a secluded or semi-private area where we could kiss like in the arts and crafts cabin. I think…

 It was the last evening of camp preparation. The next day, church busses filled with cheering kids would be making their way down the long gravel driveway. Rashaad and several others would be leaving the next morning. We had all stayed around the campfire as long as we could before making our way back to…

I was still sixteen when I joined my older sister at Ambassador Baptist College, (ABC) a non-accredited IFB school which was then in Shelby, NC. Although I had been sent there as an alternative to a reform school for girls, I was absolutely thrilled. My father was more than a thousand miles away in MN, the…

Only days after that trip to the club, my doctor’s office called. I was curled up reading Craving Grace when the phone rang. The medical assistant spoke slowly and kindly asked, “How are you?” My heart sank. Something must be wrong, I thought. Every prior call for Pap smear results over the last thirteen years…

I’m going to rewind again and this time back to the last eighteen months or so just prior to leaving NC for AZ. I was quickly climbing the corporate ladder and rising up the nursing chain of command. Mostly, I didn’t want it. I was afraid of it. But I didn’t know how to say…