Humanity
This Is Not My Normal Post
My heart is heavy today. I initially wanted to write my typical reflective thought post generated by a beautiful photo I plucked from Indulgy. I wanted to deliver solace for my troubled soul. I wanted to write a post for the brokenness I see in the world spewed across the news channels every day. I wanted to write a post about the deceitful intentions of others I have experienced in my concise life on this Earth. I wanted to write a post for the pain of all those who suffer in silence daily, as I have in the past, and to let them know it really does get better.
By EYHCS3 years ago in Confessions
My Spiritual Journey
For over twenty years I have been counseling people in their journey out of religion and recovery from the damage of the religious trauma they experienced. Toxic religious environments thrive on fear and guilt to keep people in line. Even after leaving religion, many people continue to be plagued with guilt.
By Fowowe Joshua3 years ago in Confessions
My Authority
People will often say, “My authority is the Bible.” It would be more accurate for them to say, “My authority is what they told me at church the Bible means.” That's not meant to be overly snarky. It's just the reality of it. There has never been a singular or unified interpretation of the Bible.
By Fowowe Joshua3 years ago in Confessions
The Melodies of Matilda
In a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and a serene river, lived a young woman named Matilda. She had an air of mystery about her, as if she carried a lifetime of stories within her soul. Matilda had always found solace in her solitude, spending hours wandering through the picturesque landscapes, her thoughts accompanied only by the whispering winds.
By Ikram Gomri3 years ago in Confessions
GARDENIA 'Secret Love'
"Whispers of the Heart: A Secret Love Confession" In a curious little town settled between moving slopes, carried on with a delicate soul named Lily. She was referred to by a larger number of people as the contemplative young lady with a heart as sensitive as a murmur, consistently lost in her own considerations. Lily's days were spent in the midst of the pages of her #1 books, meandering the sunlit glades, and keeping an eye on the energetic blossoms in her nursery. Notwithstanding, concealed underneath her quiet outside was a mysterious that mixed her heart - an implicit love for somebody in particular.
By Deepty3 years ago in Confessions
Kind of the First
Truthfully, it has no title. Its current rendition has nothing in common with its origin, and as daring as I thought it was, it was half unofficial military journal, half retooled events with an unfathomable connection to the former. It was disjointed from chapter to chapter with characters, much like now, that are poorly named and swore a lot. Most of it followed me from dropping out of college, traveling abroad (sort of), and surviving the first year of training laced with sanity-slipping. Seven hundred and 53 pages of Microsoft Word textual brain cell dumping putting depraved bandmates through a hell that would be the most insufferable sadistic tortures if they happened to one person. Alas, or thank whatever god suits your fancy, it’s gone.
By Willem Indigo3 years ago in Confessions
Childhood now vs then ...
I born and raised in a small town . I barely saw the city and city life in my childhood . All I had was beautiful nature , big play ground , lots of friends to play . Me and my friends went to school on foot in a big group . We waited in our home for the arrival of our group and on the roads one by one more joined with us . We didn’t need any guardian to reach us to school . We were enough for us .
By Yash3 years ago in Confessions
5 Mysterious Clues That May Prove Giants Did Exist
Most people certainly identify giants with characters like Goliath, Jack in the Beanstalk, and the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, who is both both sweet and dangerous, but there are several theories on a race of giants
By iqra nisar3 years ago in Confessions
Guardian's Resolve
In the heart of a quiet suburban neighborhood, the sun cast a warm glow over the houses and tree-lined streets. Among them, the Millers resided in a cozy home filled with laughter and love. Sarah Miller, a young mother, found her days consumed by the joy of caring for her infant son, Ethan. However, unbeknownst to her, a shadow had cast its eyes on their happiness.
By Life Goes On3 years ago in Confessions
Ghana Has A Documented History of Selling & Trading Africans Into Slavery, Why Are They Asking For Reparations?
Wednesday, 16 August 2023 By: TB Obwoge Ghana's 'Year of Return', where 200, handpicked Black Americans were given citizenship they paid a lot of money for was a scam. Not all Black Americans were offered a chance, as a matter of fact many who I have talked with were not even able to get assistance. Out of the 200 that day only 120 actually obtained their citizenship, for some reason 60 didn't.
By IwriteMywrongs3 years ago in Confessions
