False Teachers who Play the God Card, Practice Ableism, and Bear False Witness

Spies Like Us

(ct,bs)

Like.

Even,

Love.

Sometimes for you to watch. Us. So.

Bring It On.

My personal fashion wardrobe does not contain any kind of straight jacket, however you might be shopping for one real soon. That is if you continue to pretend that people matter. Most importantly, if you pretend that God matters. Play the God card. And then continue to behave in devilish ways. If you keep up your behavior. Paranoid or not. The double middle finger. (act) Right back at ya. My paranoia justified by your mounted and mounting lies.

Steadiness comes from character and commitment.

Warnings and Instructions:

From the Letter From Jude, 17-22:

”But remember, my friends! Remember what you were told in the past by the apostles of our Lord Jesus Christ. They said to you, “When the last days come, men will appear who will make fun of you, men who follow their own godless desires.

godless desires.

These are the men who cause divisions, who are controlled by their natural desires, who do not have the Spirit. But you, my friends, keep on building yourselves up on your most sacred faith. Praying the power of the Holy Spirit, and keep yourselves in the love of God, as you wait for our Lord Jesus Christ in his mercy to give you eternal life. Show mercy toward those who have doubts: save them by snatching them out of the fire. Show mercy also, mixed with fear, to others as well, but hate their very clothes, stained by their sinful lusts.

A man of the cloth Godly learns, earns and deserves the right to wear silk.

False Teachers. For some godless men have slipped in un noticed among us, who distort the message about the grace of our God, to excuse their immoral ways, and reject Jesus Christ, our only Master and Lord. Long ago, the scriptures predicted the condemnation they have received.

Hack away unto your hearts content.

All you wish. In your sneaky effort to knock me down a notch.

Knock at my story.

I got this.

I gave up on stonewalling long ago.

Discrimination is as discrimination does.

Ableism is as ableism does.

Burdens steadily handled by the Steadfast Strong Survivor.

Requires a no-holds-bar-approach. May also involved personal weariness and maybe worry-ness, but the call to action in its purest sense is a most and enduring beautiful gift from God.

Do you have what it takes?

If not.

Better get to work.

Self- examination kind of work.

What grade would you give yourself?

No fair ticking a “condition” off or on a bullet point box. No excuses. Tick the box. Are you happy? Paranoidially happy? Paranoidially sad?

The risks for paranoidally abuse stare all of us smack dab in the face. Can we ourselves stop the madness and stop name calling others as “Paranoid”. Strategically, desire to throw the onus off of you, and return it with a whip right at my face. Alright. Alright. If it will make you feel any better, I’ll go first and admit:

There are moments when I feel paranoid.

When? You ask.

When the lies take on a life of their own. When you intrude, when you arrogantly assume the reigns of my life, for whatever reason, you offer your help(to which I reply to you—Get lost) and then continue to push the baloney sausage.

Can I please now have a cookie? Or. I love hot dogs. But not your hot dogs. No. No thank you. You earn my trust. I earn your trust. That’s how the game goes. If you don’t like it.

Get lost.

Suppression of a problem, your paranoia problem does not make it go away. These shoulders reject weakness or vulnerability. Carried on these shoulders is the knowing burden to care enough to jump right in—even if I do the wrong thing. Better to do something good than something bad. And doing nothing is bad. Doing something when you think no one is watching, Really bad. Hoping you do not get caught.

Stupid.

I would put the merits of God-like behavior up against the preciseness of any surveillance camera any minute of any day. I have no secrets. Except I am a little paranoid sometimes. But I already admitted that to you. What is your excuse? As Ricky said to Lucy, “You’d better start “splaining”. As in you best start explaining the story. Your story. And watch out. There are trained professional “out there” trained in astuteness. If you are not certain what that is.

Look it up. Look around you. Chances are you look over your shoulder. A lot.

The more serious the bullying, the abuse, the more severe the symptoms. Einstein would probably even agree to this intellectual nugget. Abuse can occur and express itself in forms of physical, emotional, sexual, social.

Deficits in communication, limited social environment, disempowerment, and intimate contact hygienically.

For de-escalation to work, both parties must de-escalate. Enough said. Sneakily attempting to get from point A to point B using any abusive tactic. Plain mean. Why? You ask.

It may result in paranoia.

And.

My story is not your story, is her story, is his story, is their story. Some patterns may inexplicably exist. Yes. But. No, Behavior recognized as negatively repetitive is potentially motivationally motivated by paranoia.

What is the difference between classified and privacy, what with all the cameras, all the veils of surveillance and all? Burrowing into another’s life is negatively behaviored by someone unhappy with their own existence. Uncomfortable in their own skin. Itchy and scratchy skin.

Usually, oftentimes, the skin-crawl-kind-of-feeling is deep within that of a false teacher. When the truth is itching to get out. It will find a way out.

Just sayin’.

When an alarm goes off in your head. (sb). Listen to it. Turn it up. Do not ignore its significance. Like the good ole days of the old fashioned outdoor game of “Ding Dong Ditch”. The game played in a community, sometimes with neighborly “love”. If you ding the dong, will you be able to run away fast enough from the door bell so that the answerer doesn’t see you, identify you, know who you are? Report you. To the police, to law enforcement?

Better start training for the marathon then. Your sprinting may just get you cancelled, silenced or killed. Bad conscience has a funny way of tripping us paranoidially or not, up, too.

Good conscience may be slower, even poorer in the long or even the short run. But at least one can enjoy time spent in their own company. Happily paranoid.

Whether running circles around others or taking the boring ole straight and narrow forward run. 🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🧑🏼‍🦯👩🏼‍🦯🧑🏼‍🦯👩🏼‍🦯🧑🏼‍🦯👩🏼‍🦯🧑🏼‍🦯👩🏼‍🦯🏃🧑🏼‍🦯🏃🏼‍♀️👩🏼‍🦯

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You are welcome to watch my moves anytime!👁👁