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the Lord used every part of my life–body bag notwithstanding (see my last post) to make me his prophet. I will die a prophet’s death. The Lord will not permit anything else. I do not know what that means in practical terms but it will not be banal and abusive. He showed me a long…
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that phrase used to play through my mind a long time ago. as something that would never come. it took being stuffed in a body bag and being left by the side of the road near Reading PA outside of a psych Ward, known as TBH2, to make it real. That was 2 or 3…
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always a stupid move at a young age it was suggested to me. and before I landed in the ICU in 1986, my mother gestured to the two vials of psych meds she had just put in the bathroom med cabinet. I knew subliminally that that meant to take them. I wrote a note on…
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Always a bad move about infant torture yes, a good deed never goes unpunished. i lost control of my bodily moments in my rage and agony over the de facto torture in the ICU where they clamped on a catheter because I kept trying to pull it off because it was hurting so bad. I…
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i finally see my mother back in Cambridge in 1985 and 1986 when I lost it and then landed at Wernersville State Hospital in Berks Coünty, PA. she let out my cat and let her get pregnant. she let me get on a plane to San Francisco to Sally’s place for Thanksgiving where I wasn’t…
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I ran my mouth about Latino world when I was at the home in Reading spinning my wheels and looking what I got for it. The undying rage of the powers that be in Latino world. Turns out that the Hispanic mafia–which is a real force in American society and has been for decades– has…
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On Tuesday, July 8, 2025 at 02:38:09 PM EDT, Lynne Murphy <lynnehelen43@gmail.com> wrote: Turned my talent and treasure to the good as I spun my wheels in abeyance dutifully popped off the stage as my life swept past me and my son suffered. Things I did. 1. Abby Hill online took a stab at row…
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when I first sought psych help and became seriously ill (in that order) my older brother, Steve, talked to me about “the problem.”. I was not sure what he was trying to say. looking back from 45 years later (he is dead now) I do see “the problem” my own way. My mother is also…
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as my son was exiting the apartment on a mission to finally say goodbye to his old girlfriend I played this song to him out load on this cell phone: “On Top of the World” by Karen Carpenter from the 70’s. it was to reflect kinder and gentler times times in romance. then I realized…
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in a perfect world I would have had the sense to ask Austin to take over the Presidency at the beginning of the second semester, in other words fall term Senior year; and he would have accepted. Instead, demons beset me and I did some really stupid things that made trouble for so many people.…
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