One meaning of the Devil card is blame. Lucifer blamed everyone else for his poor choices, including God and humans. According to the angel Gabriel, there are only two states when you face judgment: the beginning and the end.

Most Christians are hypocrites. If your Bible says that all are born into sin, then no one is born innocent. However, humans are reborn into the world with a clean slate. But the sins of your past still exist. If you can’t see the Wisdom of Heaven allowing several lifetimes to rectify your sins, then you can’t claim to believe in a merciful God.

Suffering’s Cleansing Purpose:

Suffering has a cleansing purpose. Humans suffer due to sin and living in a wicked parallel to their Edenic home. A life of poverty should awaken the desire to better oneself productively. It’s like smoking crack. For over forty years, we’ve watched the devastating effects crack inflicts upon its users and the community. Yet, new crack smokers emerge daily.

You don’t hear me speak on my childhood in-depth. I didn’t mope, blaming my parents for my rotten childhood. Regardless of the abuse I endured as a child, I don’t dwell on it, and I have overcome its effects.

My brother Rico and I were severely mentally, emotionally, and physically abused. My dad was an exceptionally cruel Aquarius. He constantly berated my mother, brother Rico, and me. Dad was a master at conceiving the cruelest put-downs imaginable.

In a rage, Dad beat us with a 2/4 when I was twelve. After twenty swings, Dad missed my rear end, striking my tailbone. My body numbed, and I stopped crying as my dad continued swatting. He only stopped because he noticed I wasn’t crying anymore. My dad was semi-pro bodybuilder-sized. So, imagine the swatting intensity he delivered. However, my dad was only 19 when I was born. By age 33, Dad had chilled out quite a bit.

Poor and Unfortunate Didn’t Damage Me For Life:

As a child, we were often without utilities. We lived on a farm in Delaware, Ohio, for nearly two years without water. Weekly, we filled big blue barrels with water at Delaware State Park. We had to use that water to cook, clean, flush the toilet, and bathe. Imagine a ten-year-old responsible for boiling dishwater to wash dishes. One dish was bound to have a speck of something left on it. So, by age ten, I learned the importance of scrutinizing my work to ensure it was above reproach and a severe beating.

From age 6 to the time I left home, I was an indentured slave. I was responsible for most household chores and sometimes cooking. My left-handed brother Rico was shiftless and lazy. Dad beat me if Rico haphazardly washed dishes. So, I learned to take up others’ slack while enduring my burdens.

I became an impeccable housemaid because it served a double purpose. Housecleaning calmed my troubled mind and sometimes garnered praise. My grandmother, my dad’s mother, lived in a deplorable house, but that didn’t stop me from loving her or wanting to visit. When I stayed the weekend, I often cleaned Grandma’s house from top to bottom. In hindsight, I realized Grandma’s house was a demonic playground for many reasons. But Nothing I did was ever good enough for my parents or anyone, not even when I mastered drawing the human body, skeleton, sinew, and all by age fifteen. Yet, I didn’t begrudge anyone.

My mother was partially deaf. From age eight to fifteen, I was Mom’s ear and translator until she got her first TTY and closed caption device. I was scolded if my mother didn’t catch something someone said on TV, and I didn’t relay it. At eight years old, I was responsible for calling the welfare office and speaking for my mother. If my dad didn’t come home, I had to call the Franklin County jailhouse to see if he’d been arrested. All of that while enduring severe mental, emotional, and physical abuse. Yet, I never begrudged my parents.

My brother Rico was spoiled and was my mother’s and everyone else’s favorite. One day, I was out playing curbball alone when my mother called me to change the television channel while Rico was sitting on the porch. I did begrudge that one thing. I did begrudge my mother’s sister, offering to pay for Rico to go to UCLA when I was the one busting ass to get good grades, mastering everything I learned through self-study while enduring abuse, As I said. I was never anybody’s favorite.

No Regrets For Carrying A Heavy Burden So Young:

Dad didn’t know I tried to commit suicide at 13. Strangely, a few months later, he told me I was getting too old for beatings, and I never got another one. My dad said he loved me for the first time after my cousin Johnny’s murder. I was happy about that. But I had never begrudged my dad for my chaotic childhood.

My dad’s people are foul. Abuses ran amok in his family, perpetuating a history of abuse, violence, and sexual deviancy. I was molested at 7 and 8 years old and exposed to pornography at 7. But I was an altar boy compared to my cousins and brother Rico. Being a practicing Jehovah’s Witness as a child and teen prevented me from becoming anywhere near as depraved as the Sullivans. So it’s laughable for so-called relatives to blame me for something mindless I did as an inexperienced, abused child, teen, or young adult, compared to their gross sins.

A Family Cursed and Damned:

I didn’t rape anyone, especially a family member, as one cousin did.

One of my dad’s brothers told me another atheist brother hypnotized two younger brothers and a sister and sodomized them. Years later, the atheist uncle’s son was raped by the son of the sister he allegedly hypnotized and sodomized.  

You wouldn’t have known any of the things I spoke about in this presentation by my work. My spiritual practice helped me overcome all of that. I was only born into that family to complete my divine assignment.  I never blamed my dad or anyone else. So, I never had a grudge. My childhood was so severe because it helped discipline me for later.

But my dad’s filthy relatives, including his trifling son Rico, have the nerve to judge me when they are responsible for committing every known mortal sin!?! Those same family members are always sanctifying the Lord, “tahmbout they is blessed,” but are still living foul. That is a testament to Christian hypocrisy and the types of predatory bigots it produces. My dad’s family changes are superficial, while I’ve undergone a spiritual metamorphosis. I know who I am, my highest self, which gives me purpose and focus.

Conclusion:

Your parents will receive their judgment for poor parenting. But using your rotten childhood as the basis for excusing your trifling life won’t fly in the Divine Court. Once you become an adult, Divine Law judges you separately from your parents.

The Black community is still blaming the white man and using it as an excuse for its current foul state. You’re a thug and a ho because you came from the ghetto? So did I. The difference is that I was raised a Jehovah’s Witness, which paved the way for my spiritual path. Jehovah was always real enough to prevent me from exceeding moral boundaries, preserving my soul.

When your body dies, and you find yourself before Divine Law’s Mirror of Truth, you are judged by two states: how you began and ended your life, not the path you took. Again, you wouldn’t have known as much about the path of suffering that opened my highest self if I hadn’t shared it. But wicked Christians, who include foul family, decided to judge me when I’ve become something they will never be. I’m completely free from the damaging effects of being born into a cursed family and environment immersed in a divinely condemned world.