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Sunday, 13 December 2015

December Book Promotion

I'm still slaving away, reading hundred of pages of densely-packed text into my computer, and editing it and integrating the voices of others who read their own sound bits into it, to make my podcast/audiobook.  It's quite a thing.  I've had to sing like smurfs, the Muppets, Billy Corgan and people at meeting.
It's here:
http://www.teenagepharisee.com/Chapter-01.html

What I'm doing this December, is shipping free 'movie posters' (24" x 36") of the book to the first five people who want one.  (There is no movie, but the cover of the book is a pretend movie poster, so the merch is... a poster)

The poster being up on a wall is free promotion for my book, so if you're willing to put the poster up on a wall, I'll ship you a free poster.  Comment below if you'd like one.
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Wednesday, 25 November 2015

Audiobook

I finished my latest book I Was A Teenage Pharisee (through making myself stop adding things to it) and quite unexpectedly, Jeremy pressured me to do an audiobook. At first I thought this was ridiculous, as there are so many pages in my book, but for some reason I started in on it.
     And it was interesting.  Things that are visual and work in a book (charts, quoted lyrics, pictures) do not translate into audio.  And I also realized I could do things like sing the lyrics instead of quoting them, and get people to read the little quotes they'd provided for my book, with stand-ins reading for those who wanted anonymity.  It's been ridiculously fun to get people from various far-flung parts of the world to read things into their cell phones or tablets, and send them to me to edit into this thing.
     I think that hearing real voices, often of the actual people who provided the quotes about their own experiences, has a much deeper emotional impact than merely reading the quotes in black and white.
     I found doing the audiobook has allowed me to add all manner of interesting or silly sound-based things, while knowing various charts and things will have to be left out.  And I  found that really, it's more like a podcast.  A long thing people can put on to listen to while working out, or in the background while washing dishes or something.  And I'm not interested in selling it or making money from it.  So it's just... there.
     Still hard at it, working on chapter five.  I put up a site for the book, mainly to put up the audiobook bits.It's here: http://www.teenagepharisee.com/
     Feel very free to share it around, and to comment to let me know what you think.
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Friday, 11 September 2015

A Question of Identity

If reading my book or my blog challenges or messes with your self-image and identity a bit, I feel your pain.  Writing it and hearing people's responses do much the same thing to me.

When you speak out like I do about a human system, some people treat you (and speak of and about you) as if you were a victim.  Am I a victim?  A Brethren person born into a Brethren assembly to two Brethren parents, who had the whole Brethren lifestyle (the no TV, no movies, no overnights with worldly people, the no Christmas decorations, Halloween costumes and so on and so on) and then got treated unjustly?  Who was taught rules and shame but experienced very little of love and acceptance, grace, mercy and forgiveness?  Didn't enjoy the youth stuff or fit in?  Got ostracised systematically from youth social stuff and the dating pool, to then be treated coldly, viciously and shabbily in his youth by people who are now well-known to have done that and worse to any number of other people?  Who has never since been able to so much as openly date women from his own culture?
    So now, when I speak out, am I bravely, eloquently and humorously sharing my experience, and getting shut down by nay-sayers and people who need to protect the PR, the image, the self-esteem of what remains of the TW Plymouth Brethren movement worldwide?  Upsetting people who love darkness rather than light because their ecclesiastical dealings are more than a bit dubious?  So, as this "victim" I'm of great help and encouragement to all of the other "victims" who thought they were the only one?  And to those who thought they were one of only a few, when in fact we are legion?  
     Is it an act of love for all of the many, many people struggling through situations similar enough to derive comfort and help from reading about my experience?  Is it an act of loving and serving God, with me outlining what a renewed focus and understanding of love looks like, despite severe detriments to that very thing in my upbringing and current standing with my birth culture?

Or is it the opposite?  Am I the son of a known trouble-maker at Meeting, abrasively, coldly causing trouble just like my abrasive, cold father did?  Someone who never really attended meeting very regularly in his adult life and started right in going to movies and concerts, drinking socially and playing rock and roll music in bars not long after he moved out from his parents'?  
     Someone who can't get along with people and simply thrives on conflict?  Someone who is always obsessively making bitter, spiteful, perverse things with apparently no purpose other than to hurt the people who hurt him?
   Someone who left the Gathered Saints in spirit long before, the excommunication of whom was, at that point, a formality, really.  Someone who did not fit and was generally a fount of negativity, and who continues to be a fount of negativity, which goes a long way toward justifying the wisdom and necessity of his excommunication?  
     Someone who, as an outsider, creeps in stealthily from time to time and spies out and reveals unfortunate Brethren things which really ought to be kept hid, in the name of love and mercy and a Christian spirit?  A traitor and betrayer of his own people, an intruder and wolf among the sheep, who needs to be stopped?

Am I a good person doing a good thing or a bad, dangerous, crazy person doing a bad, dangerous, crazy thing?

Am I both?  Neither?  

I think I'll go with neither.  Because t's much more complicated than that. It almost always is.
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Sunday, 6 September 2015

Sex is a Tough One

Talking with various Christian women about the Josh Duggar thing and learning more than I wanted to about it from Facebook links and discussion got me thinking.  Sex is its own special level of human.  You can be part of a college society or church culture or movement, and decide ambitiously that what's going on in the world, in terms of sex, has got to change, stop or be revisited. You can do that.  You can make t-shirts and have a slogan, but something soon becomes very clear: sex is a deep, deep part of people's identity.  It's not just beliefs.  It's not just ethics.  It's who people are.

I think if I draw a lesson from the Josh Duggar scandal, it's that whether you're living a pious looking life for God or just wanting to look Christian for other people looking on, and as part of your own self-image, makes all the difference.  And I think you might not know how much of the former is missing, without some very real soul searching.  Do you keep yourself from being messed up inside, or does Christ?  Are we "normal" until we indulge ourselves in secret perversions, or are we born and raised with dark stuff in us that needs to be redeemed by God, quite beyond anything we can do or vow or be?

Does Christianity mainly give you a human system with a whole lot of rules to help you maintain a (false) image of superior purity?  Or do you know Christ and does he know you?  Is it a relationship or a role?  Is it something that grows out of your heart, or is it a shirt you put on each morning, to look decent and successful, and feel good about yourself?

I guess what I tend to do when faced with Fundamentalists Gone Wrong situations like Josh Duggar (and of course not all Fundamentalists go wrong), is I contrast the fundamentalist culture with the one most people grew up in, to see the differences.  (The main difference of course, is in what each one claims.)

Of course some kids raised with no real religion in their lives grow up to become sexually depraved people too, but I think it might be good (though deeply disturbing) to see what kind of a "spin" the fundamentalist upbringing puts on these kinds of human beings, all the while claiming to be producing more spiritual people than the irreligious homes are.  The irreligious homes claim, at best, to be trying to raise kids who are "normal."  The religious homes claim so much more.

I think most would agree that males being powerfully drawn to see and touch female bodies is pretty normal.  Healthy, some would even say.  Less worrying than the alternative.  However, many people would say that someone like Josh Duggar started out pure and innocent, and then got led astray and corrupted by pornography or a twisted attitude about women.  I would disagree and say that like everyone, Josh Duggar started out with less than ideal stuff in the dark recesses of his psyche, right from the beginning, and that to most looking on now, it really doesn't look like Christ was at work in him, fixing all that up.  In over twenty years, anyway, he hasn't stopped hurting people.  And his Christianity seems to have been more of a shield, a fresh coat of gleaming whitewash on a tomb full of rot, than something which healed and helped him.

I was raised a fundamentalist Christian kid, with just as many rules and as much structure, and I didn't end up like Josh Duggar.  This isn't down to me being better at keeping rules, or not being messed up in my teens.  I can see only one answer: I believe that throughout my life, Christ has been at work, tinkering with the dark stuff in my subconscious.  Making it into light.  But hearing about Josh Duggar makes me imagine how his life trajectory differed from mine.  It's a very dark thing to think about.

What I want you to do, if you read this, is look for Christ in all this.  The fundamentalist kid I will envision has his life filled to the very brim with what could only be described as "Christian activity." Evangelical stuff.  But look for Jesus as an active agent in things and you don't see him.  He's more of a mascot.  Look for love and you don't see it.  Not really.  Look for someone "doing all the Christian stuff" and you have no trouble.  But look for fruit of redemption, and you have a different task entirely.  Look for someone keeping an awful lot of rules and you'll see that.  Look for someone who is motivated by love for God and others, and it's quite a different story.

For the purposes of this troubling thought exercise, I'm going to call the top-flight fundamentalist kid "Jorah" and the kid with no particular religious upbringing "Tanner."  We're going to say that Tanner's folks are kind of Baptist, but don't really go to church except (sometimes) on Christmas and Easter.  Tanner is not being raised to be specially Christian.  His family just wants him to grow up to be reasonably healthy and happy.  Normal.  Jorah, by contrast, is being raised to be a kind of Christian far more dedicated even than anyone from their church.  We're going to say that Jorah not only goes to between three and six church-related activities per week, but also hears the bible read (and presented as evidence that his family's lifestyle is the only correct one) after supper every single day.

Jorah is also supposed to read a chapter of the bible every morning, and often he does, interpreting it in the light of what he hears several times weekly from the mouths of older men in his church group.  He prays when he wakes up, before each meal, and before bed.  Mostly he prays that God will help him keep the rules.  He prays that his "daily walk" look Christian enough.  He asks that others might be encouraged to become Christians, by seeing how he lives and how happy he is.

The favourite topics of discussion during church and surrounding it in Jorah's week are how perverted America is getting, with abortions on the rise, same-sex marriage being legalized by the Democrats, and the creeping horrors of pop music, the Internet, movies and videogames, and how this is all a consequence of the scriptural roles for men and women having been abandoned.  Women are trying to be men, they groan, and men are often expected to be subservient to women.  Some men are even turning into women!  The proper role of women is to raise a house full of healthy Christian babies. Sadly, in modern homes, there's nobody home.  Dad's at work and so is Mom.  We're leaving schoolteachers the job of parenting our kids.

Jorah's mom is always at home.  And she parents all of her numerous kids.

Across town, in a somewhat more modest house, and with only the two kids, Tanner's mom has a part-time job. They need the money. Tanner reaches puberty, having always noticed his parents laughing at slightly off-colour jokes on TV, and with the understanding that sex is one of the most pleasurable things human beings do, and the most natural.  Sex is normal, it's just something for adults.  Something private, but for everyone.  He knows that the world has guys and girls in it, and that when he approaches his teenage years, Tanner can expect to find himself feeling very natural and healthy attraction to (most likely) members of the opposite sex.

When Tanner's laundry shows signs of the advent of his puberty, his mother rolls her eyes and says "You're going to be out dating all the girls soon!" and Tanner's dad sits him down and explains that sex and attraction to members of the opposite sex (or maybe even the same sex?) are very normal.  That dating is fun.  That he's a good-looking kid and can get girlfriends, if he learns to be charming and dress well.  Tanner is taught repeatedly that girls can do anything that boys can do, and that society is working very hard to try to ensure that men and women are treated the same.  At school, Tanner is told about contraception and learns far more about male and female human reproductive anatomy than he is really interested to pass tests upon.

At home, Tanner's dad gets teased about having a deep crush on Angelina Jolie, watching even her very worst movies over and over.  If sex scenes come on the TV while Tanner is in the room, things get perhaps a bit awkward and quiet until they pass.  Often Tanner's mom defuses that mood with jokes at Ms. Jolie or whomever's expense.  Tanner is taught to expect that he can look forward, when he is ready, to dancing with young girls his age, and that kissing, dating, fooling around and all of that, are inevitabilities for him.  

Jorah, across town, reaches puberty, having always noticed his parents looking embarrassed or turning off the TV if there are even slightly off-colour jokes or suggestions of sexual activity on it, and with the understanding that sex is one of the deadliest, most inviting traps for Christians, in terms of making bad choices and messing up their lives.  Mostly the family watches Disney movies and Christian DVDs to avoid corrupting content.

The world has guys and girls in it, and Jorah is warned that as he approaches his teenage years, he can expect to find himself feeling frighteningly strong, hard-to-control attraction to (hopefully!) members of the opposite sex.  And he has to fight those urges.  Kill them.  With Christianity.  Because Jorah will not be dating or fooling around with or marrying anyone who doesn't share his beliefs, of course.  And he has to wait for marriage to kiss or fool around or dance with girls.  And the way those girls dress uptown...!  Making guys suffer with their male burdens.

When Jorah's laundry shows signs of the advent of his puberty, his mother talks to him about how girls have so many ways to trick and entice young Christian men, and he has to stay away from those girls and obey God. She explains that men cannot say no to sex like women can, and so the only solution is to never look at anything sexually stimulating, nor be alone with any girls, ever.  Especially dirty girls who are looking to entice him with the loaded weapons of their powerful sexuality.  Tanner's dad sits him down and explains that sex and attraction to members of the opposite sex are the most troubling things Christian men have to face.  He repeats his wife's message about men not being able to say no to sex, and keeps repeating "Men are like animals.  Sex is an animal urge.  We can't control it.  We have to be very careful we're never in a position where we need to say no, because we can't trust our flesh to obey us when we do."

Jorah is taught repeatedly that it is the role of the man to be the head of the home, and that females obey, first fathers and brothers and church men, and then later, their husbands.  (Jorah is home-schooled, and due to the particular parents he has, the above lectures are the extent of his sexual education. He certainly has no suspicion that something called a "clitoris" exists, or that women have orgasms too.  His sisters are taught that husbands demand sex, so if wives want babies, they need to lie there and think of something else until he's done.  Otherwise they won't be able to keep him.)

Jorah's dad hopes no one comments on his watching Angelina Jolie's very worst movies over and over.  If anyone is in the room, he always skips any sex scenes or even ones with kissing, but then when he is alone, he goes back and rewatches those scenes over and over.  Jorah has caught his father doing this.  Jorah knows that he can certainly never dance with young girls his age, and prays earnestly that kissing, dating, fooling around and all of that, are things that, he will manage to steer clear of.  Dating is for lesser people who aren't living to please God.

Jorah has been taught that he has to wait for God to provide him a wife.  And God will. By 25, with any luck. Jorah's a clean-living, bible-reading guy.  So, of course God will.

In Jorah's culture, everyone gets married quite young, it seems.  (Well, everyone worth mentioning. There's no telling with weird people, of course...)  Jorah and his contemporaries are told that this spousal delivery is God honouring their Christian walks.  More cynical folk might claim that, just as Tanner's mom made sure that every single time he put a tooth under his pillow, that it got replaced with money, and every time he left cookies for Santa, they got eaten, that Jorah's culture makes sure that almost no one makes it to twenty-five without a spouse.  There are youth events and teen camps.  There is even a camp for people over 25 who haven't found anyone.  It's an infrastructure created for that purpose.  But when Jorah's culture decides that a young person has likely been not walking a very Christian path, something else happens.  Sometimes Jorah's culture makes absolutely certain that people's kids do not so much as date or ride alone in the car with that offending young person, who is no longer welcome at youth events can just go to a less hard-core church for a spouse.

Across town, eleven year old Tanner is watching a lot of Megan Fox movies, as he has a crush on her.  Then he looks at pictures of naked women on the 'net.  His mother isn't pleased with this, and tells him that real women don't look like the ones in the pictures he's looking at.  But she is careful to say that males being interested in pictures of naked women is certainly understandable.  Tanner dances with girls in gym class at school when they learn square dancing, and at high school dances and parties, Tanner starts dating girls.  Mostly, the girls Tanner dates at first do not want to have sex, and Tanner's first romantic relationship, in grade 9, is pretty chaste.  Tanner gets crushes on various girls in high school, and goes through the usual giving of little compliments and flirting on social media and by grade 11, has fooled around a bit with two girls.  In grade 12, he gets a more serious girlfriend and they start having protected sex.  Their relationship lasts two months.  Tanner is heartbroken when the relationship falls apart, but then graduates high school and goes off the college, where he has a couple of one-night stands before meeting Amanda, the girl he will move in with.

The summer when he is nine, Jorah watches a lot of Megan Fox movies as well. At first.  Then he looks at pictures of naked women on the 'net.  His parents are seldom out of earshot, his younger sister tattles on him, and he is caught.  Jorah's mother cries bitter tears, asks God what she's done wrong as a mother, and tells Jorah that this is a very serious sin that he's fallen into.  Jorah loses Internet access for a month, and then stricter Internet blocking measures are put in place in the home.  Jorah understands that this is necessary because of his new-found, uncontrollable animal urges.  On a deep level, the idea that his urges as so dangerous and strong is a point of pride.  Jorah is told more and more franticly that he needs to take sexual sin more seriously, and that men are animals about sex, and that women who entice men using their sexuality are leading the men straight to hell.

Being homeschooled, On a weekly basis, Jorah sees only his younger sisters, and the few girls his age who attend his church.  Four of the girls at his church go to conventional school and two of the four are his cousins. Abigail, the other home-schooled girl, though 15, seems to have no concept of sexuality being "a thing" at all, and certainly has no interest in boys.  Abigail thinks Jorah is creepy.

Before she was married, Jorah's mother used to enjoy line-dancing, so she teaches Jorah how to line-dance with her in their living room, even signing him up for a few lessons uptown until she sees the girls who are in the class, and hears the lyrics of some of the songs danced to, and pulls Jorah out of the lessons immediately.  Jorah often flatters his mother by telling her she is his "girlfriend."

Since ten years of age, Jorah has been stealing his sisters' and his mother's underthings and hiding them in his sock drawer. When female cousins or friends of his younger sisters visit, Jorah often takes something from their luggage.  It is when he is studying the 10th grade materials from the Abeka curriculum that Jorah first starts touching his youngest sisters when they are sleeping. When they wake up, he threatens them with small threats, to make them be quiet.  He tells them that he is older, and he is a boy, so they will do what he says.  At age 16, Jorah gets a cell phone which he uses to surf the Internet, unsupervised, using wifi he surreptitiously picks up from the neighbour's home, which isn't blocked like the wifi in their own house.  Jorah has never experienced a girl wanting him to take an interest in her body, nor even seen depictions of this, and so in his fantasies and in his Internet browsing, the sexual scenarios he prefers tend to involve him touching and undressing sleeping, drugged or coerced young girls.  

At age 18, Jorah is still living at home.  He has taken several more high school courses than is necessary for graduation, and has started taking a few distance learning courses for college, but has not moved out nor attended a class at college.  He still occasionally touches his youngest sisters during the night, but has never penetrated them, as he is very conscious of preserving his own all-important virginity for marriage.  Jorah feels pangs of guilt over what he's doing with his youngest sisters and confesses what he has done to his father on two occasions.  His father prays with him and tells him God forgives him and not to do it again.  Neither tell Jorah's mother what is going on.  She knows and doesn't mention it, as she is trusting her husband to handle it and being in subjection to him.  Jorah is back doing it again a week later.

Jorah goes to a Christian camp and is introduced to a 16 year old girl named Jael who has been raised just like Jorah has.  She has a brilliant smile and perfect teeth.  Their courtship lasts four months.  One night on the way back from a hymn sing, Jorah pressures Jael to touch his penis on threat of breaking up with her, and being a very meek and mild girl, she eventually does. Jorah tells Jael that she has to marry him now.  That no other guy would want her, now that she's touched another guy's penis (and seemed to almost enjoy it).  Jael has her reservations, but Jorah is certainly a very godly, bible-taught, serious young Christian man.  He doesn't drink alcohol or smoke or swear or laugh at dirty jokes.  He works in his father's Christian book store.  He dresses business casual at all times and doesn't listen to any music but Christian contemporary, classical and opera, which his parents instilled a love for in him from a very young age as infinitely superior to rock and roll and pop and rap.  He always has a nice shirt.  Jael's waist-length hair is always shining and perfect. She always smiles her perfect smile if anyone speaks to her in any way.

So Jorah and Jael are married, Jael wearing her perfect smile and her equally white dress.  Jorah has turned 19 and Jael has turned 17.  At their wedding, much is made of how special and rare it is to see two young people living according to scripture, and remaining virgins until their wedding night.  When the priest says "You may now kiss the bride," everyone knows that this is the first kiss this young couple has enjoyed.  And it is.  Jorah has never kissed a girl before his wedding day nor seen an girl his own age naked in real life.  On their wedding night, Jorah is annoyed if Jael doesn't lie very still and keep quiet.  Jael lies still and thinks about something else, as her mother taught her.  Sure enough, she soon falls pregnant.

Five years later, Jorah and Jael have four children and another is on the way, Jorah is running his father's Christian book store, is assistant youth pastor at his church, and is the subject of a well-known reality television show about How Christians Live.  Tanner isn't very into the show, but his partner Amanda watches it religiously, so he kind of has to.  Jael's smiling face tells everyone that living this way is the key to True Happiness.  At the beginning of each episode, Jorah is filmed saying grace for the all-organic food Jael prepares, asking God to help each and every one of them in their growing family live to please Him.  So much easier, he prays, to simply live more conventional modern lives, like people who don't truly know God.  But they are committed to Him.

The show depicts Jorah reading from the bible each day and praying, and teaching his little girls that God's special plan for girls is to always be obedient to their fathers, brothers and husbands.  Everyone in the family always seems so happy.  Jorah's little girls happily singing Christian songs is a favourite part of the show for many.  It all seems too good to be true.

Twenty-two year old Jael, always pregnant, has never really developed much interest in sex and secretly Jorah has been not only pursuing some very dark avenues of non-consentual and underage-themed pornography online, but has also joined the Ashley Madison adultery-facilitation website.  Jorah has accused Jael of gaining too much weight for him to be attracted to her.  Jael does not mention how much weight Jorah has gained, from second and third helpings of the lavish meals she prepares for the family.

Jorah first has sex with a married Ashley Madison contact eight months into Jael's first pregnancy.  This pattern continues.  Once, Jorah confesses what's going on to his father, and his father prays with him and tells him he is forgiven.  At first Jorah had been trying to simply order Jael to satisfy his needs daily, as the head of the home, and Jael had been crying a lot.  Both feel it is his right, according to scripture, to have his understandable husbandly needs met.  The needs that had always been seen as out of place and dangerous in Jorah's teens are now seen as the ones that come first in the house he works to pay for.

While the cameras are rolling, Jael always has her perfect smile pasted in place, but she looks tired.  On camera, Jorah is fatherly, kind, patient and in control at all times, with his young kids and his wife.  Jael is homeschooling the kids of course, though she has never earned her own high school equivalency, having gotten married at 17.  The folly of post-secondary education for women had always been preached upon very regularly at her church as well as at Jorah's.

And then it's all over the news.  The reality show abruptly goes off the air.  Press conferences are called.  Amanda follows the story of Jorah's tearful confessions, which he is pushed to when his teenage sisters and a teenage cousin come forward.  Amanda tells Tanner she can't believe Jael, filmed sitting on the family couch beside Jorah, hand on his knee, perfect smile in place, saying she forgives and supports Jorah, and that his infidelity is partly her fault, for not being a proper, accommodating, desirable, attentive wife, as laid out in scripture.  

Then when the Ashley Madison database is hacked, and Jorah's name, payment and preferences come to light the next week, Tanner isn't really surprised.  And Amanda starts watching more Cake Boss instead.

Tanner's parents, and Tanner himself, had no loftier goal or claim than that he grow up to be "a normal guy." And Tanner is that.  A normal guy.  Jorah isn't that.  He grew up with parents who were striving for levels of piety that go beyond what is natural.  Supernatural levels of purity and piety.  But God doesn't appear to have stepped up.  Jorah and family have gone out on a limb farther than God would support.  Perhaps it is better to say that, on a heart-level, God was never really included in the life.  That there was something else there that was being trusted in.  Something all too human.  Something we are used to calling Christianity. Rules and vows.  Not laughing at off-colour jokes.  Not watching The Walking Dead.  Not having tattoos or piercings.  A great deal of bible reading and church involvement.  Yet Someone is missing, still.  At the heart of things.  And there is no readily discernible fruit of  salvation.  No redemption work clearly going on inside Jorah, despite the continual on-camera and at-church preaching about it. Love, joy, peace and the rest of them have become things Jared and Jael cannot any longer fake convincingly.

Jorah's father puts him into rehab for Christian sexual addiction.  But Jorah isn't really a Christian sex addict.  He's just an asshole with a lot of money.
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Thursday, 3 September 2015

It's Ready! Get Yours Now!


"Just being right about a few things doesn't make you a good person."

Special advance release of I Was A Teenage Pharisee!
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Harold says "This book is you getting to the bottom of the truth of what God isn't."

And it's not just my story anymore. This book features people from a number of different Brethren (and a few other) backgrounds comparing their upbringings. Gospel Hall Brethren, Needed Truth Brethren, Renton Brethren, Tunbridge Wells Brethren, and even the infamous Taylor-Hales Brethren.  Fond memories.  Funny memories.  Heart-breaking memories.

A Christian upbringing is supposed to be a really wonderful thing.  So what goes wrong?  Children are raised in an environment which tells them weekly that God loves them and Jesus died for them.  Somehow what gets imprinted on their hearts is shame, fear and enslavement to a lifelong burden.  The obligation to satisfy every expectation of church people (living and dead) as to how their lives "look" and what message they send.

Why does a simple message about rejoicing in a loving God seem to require a complicated religious system to convey it?  One which requires people to sacrifice all of the things that would give them the most joy, upon the dark altar of a Shame god who apparently delights in that?  Whose fun is somehow spoiled if we have any at all?  How does "be careful for (about) nothing" turn into "worry all the time, about everything"?

Mainly, this tome is about legalism.  The letter of the law.  What was wrong with the Pharisees.  Needing to "be right" but not being a good person despite all of that focus upon correctness.   Why is legalism so appealing? Why do legalistic people stay, while the more open, loving people leave, whenever Christians throw down?  Why is there such a correlation between people who abuse others (particularly children) and the same people seeking and being given positions of authority?  What is the extent of the damage done by legalism? What fuels it and what beats it?  Why can't people who bear the marks of a legalistic upbringing simply "move past" it and "put it behind them"?

Most importantly, how do you repent of being a teenage Pharisee?  How do you stop the cycle, and become neither the kind of person who used to smack you with the legalism stick when you were younger, nor the predicted reprobate prodigal son they warned you you'd become?  How do you move beyond all that and find God, yourself, and freedom?

It's serious stuff, but also, there's a lot of humour in all this. Because there's got to be, right?
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Thursday, 13 August 2015

Judging Motives/Discerning Hearts


I wasn't going to "go" here, because I don't find it to be an easy topic, a black and white topic, nor one that I can be brief about (clearly). And it's a topic that people gleefully are wont to leap in to argue the supposed black and whiteness of.
          We are told (in the book that tells us both to, and to not, answer a fool according to his folly) to judge not, lest you be judged, and to judge righteous judgement.  You can't really hold status or power or position without judging.  It's part of your job.  So you have to do it justly. Righteously.
        You have to exercise your best judgement.  Use discretion. 
Some will say "God judges the heart and motives. Human beings can't." But others will say that part of growing in the Spirit is growing in discernment, and spirituality means "tasting" the spirits of others who interact in our circles. That elders and assemblies by their very definition are supposed to deal with people's hearts and spirits and attitudes and not just their actions. Not just to judge, but to help. Even in a two or three-way dispute. They would say being spiritual means not being able to ignore the inner things of the heart that are going on in all of it and in all of us.
Clearly I believe the latter.
We never really know fully what's going on in people's hearts, yet paying attention and loving and growing in the Spirit seem to rob us of our carnal ability to just ignore stuff (good and bad) that's going on in terms of attitude, spirit, heart, motive, in everyone around us. It makes us see stuff. Good stuff. Bad stuff. Are we required not to comment upon that stuff? Like, ever? Because it's inside and we can't *know*?
Starting in a carnal, fleshly arena, let's look at human courts of law. Nothing spiritual there, surely. In order to convict someone of a crime, you don't just judge their actions. In order to judge them guilty of anything, you also have to establish that they had a motive.
Actus reus is the physical component of the person physically being capable, and evidence supporting the idea that they committed the act in question.
The second component is mens rea. The criminal mind. They have to have been shown by evidence to have had the motive, awareness and intent to do the act. In court, they go into what went on in the heart and mind of the killer, the rapist, the embezzler, the whatever.
Even in court, and in the realm of, say, insurance, the expression "in good faith" exists. This is about you being asked to comment upon what was going on inside you when you did something. Did you do it with a bad, malicious, fraudulent motive? You can be punished in human courts of law and insurance offices for doing things with a bad heart. Because people do stuff with a bad heart all the time. Even Christians. Even Christians who hold power over other Christians.
But we're being told, even if people are carrying on hurting others, that we are not to act upon what we discern their hearts to be. Not even if their actions seem to lay out a very clear motivation and characteristic agenda.

My Background On the Subject
And as is my wont, here's my own experience, which is all I have to draw on as to experience, and which motivates me to pay attention to things like these
(People who have pretty much never had experience of legalism, neo-Phariseeism and abuses of power in Christian circles should not, I would argue, take that lack of experience as something which qualifies them to therefore, dismiss the experiences of the myriad Christians who have, any more than someone who's never seen someone raped shouldn't probably take that as evidence that annual rape stats are incorrect):
I grew up with a number of Pharisees. Mostly they were who made sure they ran things. I was raised to be one. I was one. I still struggle not to act like one. The main thing that identifies a Pharisee is not just that, but what he judges. Pharisees judge how actions look. Jesus and the people in the bible judged motives. All the time. Reported them as facts, in fact. But we were only supposed to judge appearances.
And the thing is? We Pharisees whitewash our sepulchres carefully. We make sure the dirtiest-minded Christian person can't imagine we're doing anything untoward. And, what was always said in our circles was "the assembly judges a man's actions, and not [does not deal with] his heart."
You can well imagine how that all went down. We judged and judged and judged. And we judged appearances. We looked at actions (like wardrobe choices) and how they might be misconstrued. No one judged hearts. Whether or not a pure intent functioned as a defence depended on whether you had power or not. And whether you had power or not defended on How Things Looked. No wonder, given how we judged, that the Kingdom is "upside down" by comparison. Our "first"? Last in that Kingdom. And many of our lasts are first in it.
But we were upside down compared to the Kingdom. So bullies who took pains not to LOOK like bullies, or who had a pure motive to claim, for actions that might SEEM like bullying, got to bully all they wanted. Got more and more power. Made more and more decisions. So long as they did pious-seeming actions too.
Because the thing about saying you can't comment upon or respond to people's hearts? It means YOU HAVE TO TAKE EVERYTHING THEY SAY AND PRETEND AT FACE VALUE UNTIL YOU HAVE ACTION-BASED EVIDENCE TO THE CONTRARY. And careful bullies don't provide that. Every bullying word in your ear is supposedly out of love. Even kicking you out for the rest of your life is out of love. Love for the Lord, Love for His people. To keep His Table clean.
Harmless as doves, only in theory. And only the bullies were getting away with being subtle as serpents, because we weren't allowed to comment on what were clearly personal vendettas, agendas, culls, purges and one-up-man-ship, all presented as "normal Christian stuff" and pious concern for the Things of the Lord and so on. Because the "not judging motives" thing only worked for the bullies. They judged our motives all the time. Or pretended to. If they'd actually been more clued in to our actual hearts and motives and motives, they'd have been better leaders.
But we regular folk are different. We're not supposed to speculate on why hurting people hurt others, and if they will continue to do so. We're supposed to blithely accept claimed motives and hearts to justify, but never to be warned about, or confront, the hearts and motives of people who seem to be doing something unhelpful.
This means, if someone with power has a dark, spiteful heart, so long as their claims are pious, we're told to not judge that heart, in our dealings with that person. We're told that if they say sorry a thousand times and keep right on hurting people, we're not only to (as the scripture tells us) forgive that person, but we are also to feel free to let them retain their position of power, and we're certainly not to warn or seek to protect others from that dark heart. And if we look to confront them or have a frank talk with them, we are sure to be told that we can't judge people's hearts.
And so people whom the dog, the cat, and everyone's five year old child steer clear of, because they're picking something dangerous up about that person's heart, those very people either get given more importance and responsibility than before, just because they want it (and they always seem to want it, don't they?) or are allowed to hold whatever power, oversight and status they already have.
The letter putting me out of fellowship clearly addresses my intentions, motives and attitude. So though I believe godly, discreet Christians do and should look upon what God looks upon, people's hearts, I also know how that can be misused. You can claim a person has bad motives, not because you see them, but because you need to "bump" them in terms of status.
And it doesn't work both ways, certainly not here on the Internet.  As soon as I comment on:

-the flimsiness of the reason for "putting me away" as a young adult and the similarly flimsy reasons for "putting away" so many others of all ages,
-the refusal of these guys to meet with me (or others) afterward after one token visit to more fully dismiss me (couched as "shepherding")
-and then I cite everything that has happened (and not happened) since 1998,

...though I address their actions, I get accused of possibly, maybe, potentially, kinda judging their motives. Their hearts.
I get told I'm doing something unscriptural for anyone but Jesus, prophets and apostles if I say that their actions seem to indicate that they got rid of thousands of us worldwide, quite on purpose, using any number of flimsy reasons, and they don't seem to want us back. It really does seem to be an abuse of power.
"But maybe," people say, "They think they're doing the right thing."
Hm. That defence did not work for Hitler.

Forgiveness
Whether or not I forgive them for it (I do) I feel tempted to maybe recognize "this" to be a real situation. I'm tempted to think, feel and act toward it in keeping with what my best discretion tells me it is, and I might even be unsurprised if they continue to act how they act. Since they kicked out me, they kicked out pretty much everyone I ever knew. I wasn't surprised. And I felt like their claims were suspect, given their actions, and I grew up knowing these people and feel like I have some insight into their modus operandi and motives alike. Their refusal to meet with us and discuss anything, being my main indication of this. But, I am told "You are wrong. You are judging their hearts."
I can forgive Bill Cosby, but if my sister announces she's going on a date with him, I might be concerned as to his motives.
Sometimes, when something walks like a duck, sounds like a duck, and swims like a duck, it doesn't take any great spiritual discernment, nor even much judging of the heart to suggest that maybe, what you're looking at, is actually a duck. And you might be wrong. But this is life. You make your mind up on your best information, you try to understand things on as many levels as you can, and (and this is important) you are willing to adjust things afterward. You can decide someone has bad motives, even if you've forgiven them, but be careful in future, and be willing to hear more information, even from them.
But these people don't seem interested in vindicating themselves with more information. They really don't. They seem to wish there was less information out there, in fact.
I have forgiven them. The scope of my interest in the matter has broadened to legalism as an age-old fleshly battle we see everywhere. I'm not just interested in me and my assembly. I'm interested in the Brethren movement in all of its forms, and the Church as a whole, throughout history.
What's the appeal of legalism? Why does it seem to "win" in so many church circles, over more spiritual attitudes. Why isn't it taken terribly seriously, despite how Jesus and Paul spoke about it?

Being Spiritual Means Trying/Tasting Spirits
The letters to the seven churches, the epistles written in the New Testament, and certainly both the fruit of the Spirit and the matching list of works of the flesh, do not seem to limit themselves to physical actions. They do not shy away from comments on the inner things of the heart.
But what I'm repeatedly told is that forgiveness and spirituality mean taking everything that people say at face value, and never calling people to task for their claims and their actions not matching. I'm told we're not supposed to ponder the motives of those who are continuing to hurt us, but claim to be serving the Lord and feeding His sheep.
Because that's really the crux of it, isn't it? You get claims, and you get actions, and sometimes they really don't match. How can you even address that without running the risk of someone accusing you of "judging motives" or "the heart"?
We live in fear of being the Thought Police if we bring the mens rea into the discussion, right along with the actus rea; if we discuss what exactly it is that Pharisees are whitewashing (Sepulchres. Graves. " Oh, but they SAY that's a pretty white house. Who are we to question that?").
When the Pharisees were pretending to ask Jesus deeply spiritual questions, but were actually plotting to kill him, he was direct, and ignoring all of the questions, just cut to the chase and asked them directly "Why do you seek to kill me?"
Of course they said his judging of their hearts was crazy, but their actions in needing to leave the situation and cook up more plots, rather than being able to maintain the charade of interest in his teaching, was very revealing of their hearts, as was the fact that they paid Judas to betray him, got him arrested and insisted upon his execution.
But none of that had happened when they were asking what they presented as serious religious questions, in public. Didn't stop Jesus and his disciples from distrusting them, though.

Someone Else's Story
I usually use my own "situation," because I don't feel tempted to protect the privacy of the men in question the way I do with any number of other people's situations, but here's another one:

-a young woman who was a TW, came out to all the meetings, and was clearly someone who loved Jesus her whole upbringing. No one invited her to break bread. But one day, she "asked for her place at The Lord's Table," which place our group feels fully qualified and empowered to guard, protect, admit people to, and throw people out of. (That's not so much me judging their hearts as it is among their claims.)
-This young woman had a boyfriend she would soon marry. They were both virgins.
-This woman never got an answer as to "her place." As far as she can discern, it came down to people gossiping about her having slept in the same bed as her boyfriend once, so he could prove a big stupid point about TRUST to her. A point that he made by sleeping in her bed and not touching her. They were married a year later, still virgins.
-To this day, this woman has never been even told "no" as to "her place." She's just been left twisting in the wind, as it were. She asked. No one ever answered.
Now, is it off limits to say maybe they didn't really want her breaking bread very much? Weren't willing to talk and work with her? Isn't that judging their hearts?
The temptation is to argue about whether or not she and husband-to-be should have done what they did. No doubt people will want to take this discussion far off track by arguing about that. What I ask is:

-did she do anything that was sufficient for a group to feel they ought to deny her "her place" at the Lord's Table?-why not bother to meet with her in future or discuss the matter?-should people be denied "their place" at the Lord's Table for not having sex? Isn't this a Pharisee concern with how things look (sufficient whitewash?) over whether or not the bowl is clean inside, and whether or not they are living in a building that's full of rot and dead men's bones, though it's shiny and white outside? Isn't it just more following that badly translated KJV "the appearance of evil, avoid" which should read "avoid evil in all of its form"?

"Move On"
And I also don't understand how one "moves on from" one's family and friends and co-workers and customers, who get married, have birthdays and anniversaries, baby showers and funerals, and who confide in me as to both dubious wieldings of power by, and to them.
If someone gets screwed over in a religious system near me, I am very likely going to be contacted to weigh in. As some kind of "Getting Screwed Over By Christians" consultant, or expert witness on that subject. If someone in Alaska gets shamed at church for a hairstyle, I am not at all surprised when I get a PM that same day.
And I feel like I should help. I feel like I should be honest. I do draw upon my past. I don't feel like it's "dwelling on the past" to continue to deal in the present with the reality that the majority of the Christians in your community have either drifted away, failed to connect, or actually been driven out of the Christian group they either were born or born again into, or which they chose. I don't know what "moving on" means, apart from "don't think about/forget."
Forgiveness? Sure, Bill Cosby. But dealing with the (sometimes stripped or broken) nuts and bolts of what goes wrong in ecclesiastical circles around here and on the Internet is not, I do not feel, unforgiving, nor dwelling on the past.
Just because you don't like to hear about, and aren't encouraged by helping people who get shafted in church circles doesn't mean there isn't work to be done for and with and by them.
Things are real, in the real world outside what we like to pretend. Inside our whitewashed sepulchres. And sometimes, it's about hearts.

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Wednesday, 1 July 2015

Failing to be Normal

Here is another excerpt from deep in my book I Was A Teenage Pharisee:


People Who Fail To Be Normal
Some of us were made to be different, it seems.  To see or be willing to look at more, more deeply.  Or maybe just differently.  Some people feel more everything more deeply than most people, too.  The two often go hand in hand.
     Jordan Peterson thinks that ancient alchemists, artists, shamans, scientists and religious theologians were all trying to discover important things about the world, and that the relatively recent decision to view the whole world in terms of matter and energy only, and to dismiss all other considerations, no matter how vital our need to understand them may be, is dangerous and irresponsible.
     So, Peterson thinks that when people get into a real struggle, as to their mental health, as to their psychological and spiritual development, that there are things going on that we just really don't know anything about, really.  Things that ancient drawings and stories and rituals (and mushrooms) were attempts to engage with, explore and help.  Things that are not really permanently helped by trying to drug the person, in order to remove their urge, their ability to try to deal with all that stuff. 
     “That stuff.”  Stuff people were telling them wasn’t real, or certainly not important.  Those things that were no doubt made instantly hellish by giving the person hallucinogens to allow that chaos to flood in uncontrollably, in an attempt to deal with it all, once and for all. 
     We still give unusual people drugs, Jordan Peterson says.  But opposite ones, with the opposite intent.  We prescribe ones intended to permanently forestall epiphany, rather than arrive at it.  To keep the lessons away.
     I was interested in the various cultures' shared observations about wise men, prophets or shamans.  Now, the descriptions of what they went through (wandering off into the forest a lot, not eating, hearing voices, seeing things, engaging in self-harm, oddities in sleeping habits, odd connections to geography and nature, and eventually coming back into society hugely changed, as if they'd become a whole different person) sounded like:
     a) biblical stories of demon possession
     b) modern stories of schizophrenia/psychotic breaks
     c) biblical stories of all people who interacted with God in any direct way, including Jesus himself going off into the wilderness.
 
The view seems to be, fairly universally, that human communities are predominately made up of people who are able to accept what their society chooses to deal with, and not worry about the things it does not.  Most people can successfully avoid thinking about the mysterious, the unsolvable, the stuff that the society itself really doesn't seem to have sorted out.
     Societies are not perfect, and they focus only upon a few things and recommend people not engage in any way with all the other things.  Cultures decide what is known and under control, and they focus upon that, and carefully avoid looking at what they decide isn't known and isn't even predictable.  Makes their job a whole lot easier.
     They have their members focus upon what can be explained and planned for.  What is handled.  What can be kept orderly and labelled.  Because what isn't known is chaos.  Unpredictable.  You can't plan for it.  So the stories are clear.  Stay out of the woods.  Don't go outside at night.  Don’t sail beyond our cove.  Don’t read that book.
     Peterson mentions Sleeping Beauty, and how, because the infant’s family will not deal with the fairy/witch Maleficent, and because she isn't included in the infant's preparation for life, her revenge is that she will be part of the young princess' life in a very big way.  By the end, she's a dragon.  But like her parents, the princess will be asleep, not dealing with anything.  Certainly not with things like dragons, which originally wanted nothing more than to be included.
     But some unusual people, Peterson explains, cannot (or purposely do not) shield themselves from the chaos that tends to happen.  And they can't stay asleep, or ignore it.  They find they have to engage with it instead.
     Because there always seem to be and always have been those people.  People who can't escape dealing with Everything Else.  With the stuff that the society can't quite explain.  They can't look away. 
     They see things others want to deny the existence of, or to forbid discussion about.  They hear what’s going on behind conversations.  They hear what’s carefully never being said.  These are people who have urges and thoughts that aren't what everyone's expecting, and which their community can't deal with.  People who seem destined to become lunatics or wise men and women.  Experts.  Artists.  Prophets.  Visionaries.
     I’m a fan of music.  The kind made by bands with more than one song-writer, often.  And what I see over and over again, from The Beatles, to the Rolling Stones, to Pink Floyd, to Black Sabbath, to The Who, to Blue Rodeo and any number of others, is a story of a sensible, talented, reliable, competent guy finding himself in a band, joined at the hip with an impossible to work with, random, chaotic, fiery, clueless but inspired guy.  One yin guy, one yang guy.
     And over and over, the bands break up, due to the unsurprising instability of such a partnership.  The two men go their separate ways professionally, only for something interesting to soon become obvious. Without that odd mix of stability and chaos smashing together, neither one really thrives on his or her own.  You need sweet and spicy.  Bitter coffee or cocoa, with sugar in it.  Their solo work lacks those dramatic fireworks that people were enjoying.  Their ability to somehow bridge the gap between them had been audible on the songs. It was what people were into.
     There are marriages like that, too.
     Of course, some people just have stuff severely wrong with their brains and the chemicals flowing in and out of them, and that's very sad.  But other people have brains that are more complicated, or differently constructed than the regular folk.  They quickly demonstrate special needs, special interests, special weaknesses and special strengths. 
     And all too often, there is pressure that the latter group get shut up, locked away and medicated with the former.

Being Reborn into Light
And for these kinds of people who fail to fit, there's obviously a "dealing" process they are inevitably going to have to try to go through.  A readjusting of their expectations and orientation to life.  Now, a society might even have a special system in place to help people like them, a support group of others who have gone through the tough time that invariably arrives for people like that, when they're first trying to live as functioning adults. 
     In ancient times, they would have either elevated that person to some special position of wise counsel, or just cast such people away, burn them at the stake, mark them and warn against them, throw them off a mountain or chase them out of the region.  Nowadays we’re more likely to  medicate them to make their brains stop wrestling with these matters.
     From Hercules and Beowulf, through The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings, to Harry Potter, one can trace an unbroken lineage of heroic stories, going back farther than we can measure.  Joseph Campbell called it "the hero cycle" but people in that cycle don't feel like, and don't always end up acting like, heroes. 
    These are stories of someone who, like Jonah, has an insight, a message, or a role he or she absolutely must fulfil.  There's no one else.  He or she is uniquely made for that one job.  But doing that job, playing that role, isn't something for normal people.  And he or she invariably tries to be normal, tries to fit in, tries to hide, tries to deny knowing the Christ, tries to run away.  Tries to not use the Ring, not cause magic, not get involved with the Rebellion against the Empire, not hear what the animals say, not hear the voice of the Lord outlining his dissatisfaction with Ninevah, not see the burning bush, or whatever. 

     In many of these hero stories, the hero usually fail to avoid the weirdness, and often then starts really losing it.  And flees his or her destiny.  Flees who he or she is.  And ends up, like Jonah, in the belly of a monster/dragon/fish/cave.  In the eye of Chaos, while the maelstrom rages outside.  All alone.  A place where everything one has learned, everything one does out of habit, everything one was prepared for and expects, attempting to follow one’s daily routine, suddenly doesn’t work.  Has completely random and chaotic, unpredictable effects.
     The thing that Frodo and his party have to do in The Fellowship of the Ring that is probably the most scary for them is they have to not only leave the old familiar hobbit towns behind, but actually start travelling across untamed wilderness, leaving all roads entirely, or taking ancient, forgotten ones.  Through forests, swamps, mountains or whatever, they inevitably end up “off the path” eventually.  And “things” are out there, where no well-trodden path goes.  Ancient things.  Odd people.  Wisdom and danger.
     If the hero can survive, can hold it together, he or she does it, ironically by symbolically dying, in terms of ceasing to be merely that person who couldn't deal, and is born again.  A new person.  Who just might be able to deal.  With more.  Just might grow to be more.
     In shamanic tradition, the symbology was that you would die, having your flesh stripped down to the bone, and then "them dry bones" would be resurrected.  Would grow new flesh, and be more suited to dealing with what had destroyed the previous person so badly.  Rebirth.  Like God dealing with Israel.  Like the image of the seed falling into the ground and “dying,” then sprouting into a new form.
     Peterson thinks, in terms of biological adaptation, of a given species of animal, and how ones with traits that aren't working die off, and ones with special traits that help, continue.  And connects an animal species adapting, to an individual person adapting.  Some traits will be dying off because they don't work, and some traits will be continuing on.  Or springing up in a different form as adaptations to external dangers and needs. 
     In most ways, really, the "reborn" person in the hero story has become someone who has somehow found a way to come to terms with the chaos.  With having a special role.  Despite not being able to "do normal."  Having some idea about and intentions toward doing Something Else. 
     The hero doesn't learn that the world isn't, after all, chaotic and scary.  The hero learns that it is indeed chaotic and scary.  The hero learns to become more than he or she was, and to deal with the world, as it really is. 
     Because in the real world, there be dragons.  And they will eat your sanity.  Addictions will burn you and take your gold.  Stress eats you and sucks the youth out of you.  You start dying faster.  Literally.
     These mythic stories resonate, because all of us see ourselves in those fictional struggles.  They feel real.  They inspire us to actually succeed.
     These stories resonate most strongly with people who become paraplegics, who kick addictions, who have some kind of emotional breakdown, who leave their birth culture and who remake themselves/are remade into people who can deal.  Orthodox Jews who've moved to Ohio and "gone native."  Lesbian Sikhs.  Muslims who write books critical of Islam and survive fatwas.  Heroin addicts who open treatment centres.  Amputees who train for wheelchair basketball teams and become captain.  War veterans who try to express the horrors of needless, honourless battle and death in poetry or painting.  Or in the creation of Middle Earth.  Or Narnia.
     The one thing all these stories have in common is that it's absolute chaotic, terrifying, unprecedented hell while in the belly of the monster, trying to work it all out.  You can't see in there.  Can't breathe.  Everything has changed.  Nothing works anymore.  So, it's utter madness while learning that one's life is going to be different now.  While contemplating that one is going to be born again and in many ways live a new life.  And no one's going to really understand. 
     What one might need is simply to talk to others who've been through the closest one can find to "pretty much sort of the same kind of thing."  To be less alone.  To be not the only one.
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