The purpose of extremely starting over…
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I set out a small vision; Place of dwelling+subject of interest or desire+transportation; end result or purpose.
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So I prayed about all of this; (where I started out-What was my purpose or intent or direction-transportation to the direction-and finally the end result). What did I find? I had no end result.
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The more I prayed about it; That if I was under God; I would be starting out at the lowest levels. In this society it would mean; Fast food places for work; Id be starting out at something simple but something realistic in society under God. A new present; a new place; meaning; in the present.
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Part of me likes it and understands it and respects it. Part of me does not. I think the part of me that doesn’t has to be tamed under God. Im split in half.
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I can see many things.
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I see myself making Art work; and doing something with it; getting nothing for it at first; doing it because I like it and going from there. And something seems Oke about that. Im doing something I like; I can see a life style behind it.
For a second; I saw money coming in from other sources. Work or what ever; and I saw pictures that I created and the people I would associate with concerning those pictures.
And for a moment; I saw women coming to me because I was not going to them. Something like that; like suddenly Im respected?
I can see something; something innocent. Yes!
Do I have the guts for this; Ill pray about it. But it is making sense.
Its like saying in my imagination; I become a school teacher and do Art on the side… As Artist and those are the people I associate with; Educated Artists. I can see something here. Or What ever Artists; I don’t have to have conditions.
Its a place of action; but I can see something.
Unfortunately; other things creep in; but they don’t have to.
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I saw something else; I saw something stopping me; I saw myself in a clerical position but not being responsible enough for the jOb. However; what I know about myself right now; its all a form of skills; and I know I can learn any of those skills.
I cant spell my last name. Thats because I never learned to; I was destroyed out of the school system from the start… So; now; I know I can memorize words and learn them if I have a reason.
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I realize Ive stopped myself from being part of society because I was stopped from being part of society when young. And I have defensive walls up. Now; With enough work I think; and God; maybe windows and doors can open up for me. Signs indicate growing into the present reality beyond the past… As if several areas of self have been replanted and are growing very well in the garden of the present under Gods care; Soon; as I grow again; and grow enough; its a new me replanted and growing; many forms of me; many plants of different natures that represent or stem from me; many colors of me; many shades; all me tho. Thus; all of these plants are growing up independently and represent the new me in the present; and they have no past…
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Sexual abuse; However; a link does exist but an understanding its the past trying to fuse within the present; and that is sexual abuse time period. However; as I get stronger Ill ask God to help me deal with the PTSD..
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I know Im to chicken to try some things that require more character; me admitting Im scared. I have to learn how to serve others and have many skills. Whats it like going beyond 12 years old in my mind; Its all blank where I was traumatized. However; I can work with God on those things. Im scared; frightened. I was completely abandon thrown away and forgotten; given away permanently. Im lucky Im alive; Numerous times it would have been suicide for me when young. I had a theropist who told me I had long term PTSD when very young; that is the only reason I survived anything…
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Im scared tho… Scared to go forward….
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So; Ill pray abou...
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