(Public Health Warning: more mangled blood and guts, but also an attempt to address the issue of goading and chain-yanking, failed, unfortunately, on the whole, and I’m not the sort to incubate a post and try again. I talk about the guy who got water thrown in his face by Spurgeon, I think, when he told Spurgeon he was perfect, and he got angry, which I think might have been the perfect reaction to Spurgeon’s mischief and therefore did not disprove his statement).
That is my open mouth, made silent with hysterical fear.
I’m living in Sofia now. The woman above me screams hallelujah in the most hateful voice every time I feel I have a good communication and I can communicate it.
I want to scream for help and I can’t, it is that psychologically, emotionally and spiritually abusive. I can’t express anything without feeling dishonest or that I am going to disintegrate or, if I am angry, be attacked, even physically. She makes me feel she is my friend and I should ask her to forgive me and help me, whatever I feel she voices differently. I said that because . . . well, if you read this blog, you know. There is a man from whom the only vocalisation I hear is an angry or frightened throat-clearing. That feels to me like part of the illusion, if it is an illusion, of their goodness. If he spoke it might not persist. But his vocal silence is also part of the oppression.
She is attacking my soul and spirit with razors and bludgeoning me with hatred which feels like a physical mallet to the head.
Combined with the banging . . .
So is this orchestrated, because it is happening everywhere I go. Who is behind it?
The most torturous thing about this for me is the church’s dishonesty and use of these things. Someone on Premier was talking about chain yanking this morning, and that is what she is doing and that is what Premier and the church have been doing for years – the way they have kept saying ‘crazy’, for instance, and pushing psychiatry. This man said so this morning, he pointed it out himself. What they have been doing is sadistic, cruel and abusive. That must always have been obvious to them, surely, and if it hasn’t been . . . either way they are not fit to hold ministerial duties of any description.
I don’t know if I’m imagining that when my recording was interrupted near the end this morning, John Pantry became annoyed because his attempt to build a bridge had been interrupted. How would he have known, without illegal access to my computer?
Sometimes it feels like protection and I feel unworthy and shameful calling it criminal. But it isn’t really. It isn’t really protective. They are keeping me imprisoned by their evasion of responsibility, procrastination, holding on to power, refusal to apologise officially, if not openly.
I don’t want a bridge back to the world where leaders are not first prepared to own their wrongdoing before I cross that bridge. Own it where everyone can see, in a committed way. . .
One of the ministers involved, I think it was R T Kendall, but I’m not sure, told this story of someone who said to Spurgeon, I think, that he, the person speaking to Spurgeon, was perfect. That he believed he was perfect. Spurgeon (if it was him) said ‘oh, really?’ and threw a glass of water at him, and the man became angry, and everyone laughed at him.
The same chain-yanking. That is hardly perfect, is it?
Now, was the man expressing imperfection to express anger in that situation? Is anger a sign of imperfection? But the Bible says Jesus was angry. Our teachers have had it for ages that Jesus’ anger was different, that it was perfect and righteous anger.
It doesn’t say, though, that He ever pulled anything like this self-righteous, judgmental, proud, debasing, mischievous and malicious chain-yanking. At least, not on true seekers and people who expressed something they thought they had grasped as a truth.
An exception comes to mind, possibly, in Mark 7.
Jesus Honors a Syrophoenician Woman’s Faith
24 Jesus left that place and went to the vicinity of Tyre. He entered a house and did not want anyone to know it; yet he could not keep his presence secret. 25 In fact, as soon as she heard about him, a woman whose little daughter was possessed by an impure spirit came and fell at his feet. 26The woman was a Greek, born in Syrian Phoenicia. She begged Jesus to drive the demon out of her daughter.
27 “First let the children eat all they want,” he told her, “for it is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.”
28 “Lord,” she replied, “even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs.”
29 Then he told her, “For such a reply, you may go; the demon has left your daughter.”
30 She went home and found her child lying on the bed, and the demon gone.
I’m not supposed to criticise this man, but what was he about here? If he wasn’t being provocative, it could be put down to insensitivity because of tiredness, or some sort of irritation. Our leaders say He was correcting her attitude. But if it wasn’t that, if it was a lack of perfect response, where does that leave us in terms of my Friend Jesus’ perfection? He;s my friend, I can’t talk about Him and theorise about Him like this. But I just have, and for the usual reasons it has to remain.
But back to the perfect man who got angry when the person he told threw a glass of water at him.
In the Bible David said that God’s enemies were his enemies, and that he hated them with a perfect hatred. I’ve heard it said that David did not have the complete revelation that we have today. Would they say that of this occasion? No, not all of them. There would be different opinions backed up with chapter and verse and personal experience they felt was surrounded with the approval of those that matter to them. I know for sure there would be some who agonised more over the truth than to be satisfied with that low standard of agreement, potentially low, at least, but I don’t know how many.
I got to this stage with St Barnabas’ Church. They opposed me in every way, locking down on me and preaching at me. I had read a book recommended by a Christian counsellor, on boundaries, which said that negative emotions were a sign that something was wrong. I was going home, time after time, feeling devastated, and one night in bed I was frightened by a feeling of hatred. I was also angry, I thought they were opposing what God was doing in my life. I find that a bit embarrassing now.
But that was the verse which came to my mind, and I embraced it, because I couldn’t get rid of the feeling of hatred, so I actively justified it. Hindsight says if I had done this or that . . . but nothing within me which is saying anything gets much chance to be heard at the moment, it is silenced by the violence around me, and as soon as I can strongly own and express anything from within, the harassment starts without and I am left too hysterical to cope. I’m trying to argue something when I want to scream and beg and cry, since every time I feel I can and should surrender I refuse it. I feel I should go up to them, apologise and ask what the problem is, then we could begin to sort everything out. That is what I see and what I feel condemned by. Her hallelujah makes me feel joy, but what about the rest? It is chaos. It is also illegal, and they know what I think of that. It is the word I am reacting to, not the people or their activity. I feel she even steals, with her occult violence, the tone of joy which would be in my own voice if I said it myself. That must be where the confusion comes in. I can’t validate this, it is so wrong. I’m not the only one who hears them, and not everyone rejoices, I am sure. I don’t want to be patronised by people saying poor Sue, come home. I want people to focus on the issue of chain-yanking, and if I could focus on it myself it would help! I try to be serious and have to be humorous. Why? I feel thumped in the head and I can’t cope with the pain. There is no point waiting for a better time. It never happens. Don’t get bogged down in the circumstantial stuff that comes pouring out just because I don’t know how to edit it away. They seem to feel it when I calm down and start justifying them in my mind, and I hear them say dobre with a smile. But I know what they are doing and it isn’t OK? Or is it here? Is this a valid and acceptable expression of Christianity here? If it is, I’m out of step. I feel as if I want to join in, like a party. Go up and say hello and bubble along with them.
It’s a form of psychological harassment and censorship. Who wants to read the silage that I insist on letting pour out of me, or allow by default, instead of being a normal, generous, kind, forgiving, friendly person and neighbour?
The point I was going to make was that I think there is something wrong with the theory and theology of leaders who can make a good and positive thing out of this incident of cruel chain-yanking in one of their traditions major heroes.
If that anger from the man came out of a damaged emotional place, it was incredibly cruel for him to expose it in that way. Granted I don’t know the whole story, maybe it was just a bit of robust male joshing. I don’t know how the man took it after his anger was over. But what if it wasn’t from a damaged emotional place? What if it was the perfect reaction to such mischief and malice towards what he believed God had said to him? Then who is the laughingstock? If there should be one at all. If our emotions are appropriate to the situation then they are perfect in that situation, aren’t they, so what he said wasn’t disproved at all. In a sense we are perfect, and not just by imputation. In a sense, as individuals, we are perfect, if people don’t interfere with us. But they do, when we are too vulnerable to resist or realise. I can’t do this, I’m tired and hurt. I can’t think and write it through. I’m mixing everything up all over the place when I started out believing I knew exactly what I wanted to say and where I wanted to go with it. I’m already editing after first reading, and that isn’t doing me much good either. I am ill and traumatised, I must be, to put this abortion out.
Another thing: I believe this thing we call robust joshing is itself a manifestation and denial of pain. Or is it just a healthy switching off every now and again? It must be. It must be me that is crazy. So someone invite me to come and have some fun? To live your whole life in the perfect therapy session and healing moment after healing moment, at least one participant has to be perfect. And where have I got this idea from that therapy and healing is all about deep and querulous and earnest talk and tears and quietly and meditatively going about your business? ‘Tain’t, is it?
But what if, instead of throwing water over him and laughing at his anger, he had accepted the statement with respect and watched his friend over a period and tried to understand what he was saying and learn something instead?
It is thump in the back salvation. I’m wondering if I am being a pathetic wimp if I object to that. The people I have felt close enough to to love over recent years, and want to model myself on, I am thinking possibly I have only seen them awkward and afraid and desperate and making an effort, because of me and my situation. Maybe they too are back thumpers and I have just not seen it, and I myself need to enter the real world of rough and tumble where people do not always treat each other with reverence and respect and it is OK.
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OK that is it. That is my communication after being butchered by upstairs and everything knowing my account/computer is being hacked is doing to me, turned into a bucket of unmentionable stuff and screaming.
Enjoy!