Hi there,
So the truth, before, God, is that I was mad (so what?). But now I have been through the mental health system, and they have consigned me a private psychiatrist, who honestly believes, I will be permanently crazy (at least, in the world's eyes).
So the only thing I can do is count, down, to the end.
I don't think this makes sense.
Scripturally, I have been made clean (you are already clean because of the words I have spoken to you); I have been shown mercy (blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy) and I am aware that there is a prohibition against swearing by anything (either way - do not swear by God's throne, do not swear by the hairs on your head), which, in relation to what drove me mad, is pretty fundamental (because I try to swear by things before they happen, as much as I can). Sadly the Devil, still plays the fool, about the difference between the insanity of men of God and workers of inquity and ultimately, I think it means I get crucified (perhaps only spiritually, true) for trying to be a laugh a minute about things everyone else wants to take seriously, whether or not anyone listens to how high and mighty I could be, as a believer (_____) _____ _____.
If it were more complicated than that, I would tell you (but basically medication is irrelevant, whatever I pay the psychiatrist is inconsequent, where the psychiatrists get their authority from is distracting and if my ultimate demise has to be actually determined, they say anyone in their right mind has a right to plead indeterminacy, irrespective of whether they continue to judge me, disqualify my righteousness or hold me to account for sin (which more often than not they simply make plunder (again, perhaps only spiritually, initially - a little bit paranoid you might think, but yes, the Lord does watch these things (old testament)).
So, I am dead weight, that society is only to happy to tell me, remind me of and repeat to me, if and when I ask that they do not want. Yet I have never, never asked for them to treat me, never, never asked for them to charge me for (sanely) and never, never, never broken my silence over (for the sake of effective judgment, and justifiable reason (or reasons, as the case may be), in so much as I continue to maintain the innocence of all mankind in the Name of Christ, against madness (treated or not, spoken of or not, mistreated or not, recorded or not, in the name of the Judgment of God, against those, who drive people mad _____ ) _____ _____ _____ ( ).
I don't know, I guess I am glad to be able to just say as much. I will check back later to see, if you think this is progressive or not (let's start, there).
So the truth, before, God, is that I was mad (so what?). But now I have been through the mental health system, and they have consigned me a private psychiatrist, who honestly believes, I will be permanently crazy (at least, in the world's eyes).
So the only thing I can do is count, down, to the end.
I don't think this makes sense.
Scripturally, I have been made clean (you are already clean because of the words I have spoken to you); I have been shown mercy (blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy) and I am aware that there is a prohibition against swearing by anything (either way - do not swear by God's throne, do not swear by the hairs on your head), which, in relation to what drove me mad, is pretty fundamental (because I try to swear by things before they happen, as much as I can). Sadly the Devil, still plays the fool, about the difference between the insanity of men of God and workers of inquity and ultimately, I think it means I get crucified (perhaps only spiritually, true) for trying to be a laugh a minute about things everyone else wants to take seriously, whether or not anyone listens to how high and mighty I could be, as a believer (_____) _____ _____.
If it were more complicated than that, I would tell you (but basically medication is irrelevant, whatever I pay the psychiatrist is inconsequent, where the psychiatrists get their authority from is distracting and if my ultimate demise has to be actually determined, they say anyone in their right mind has a right to plead indeterminacy, irrespective of whether they continue to judge me, disqualify my righteousness or hold me to account for sin (which more often than not they simply make plunder (again, perhaps only spiritually, initially - a little bit paranoid you might think, but yes, the Lord does watch these things (old testament)).
So, I am dead weight, that society is only to happy to tell me, remind me of and repeat to me, if and when I ask that they do not want. Yet I have never, never asked for them to treat me, never, never asked for them to charge me for (sanely) and never, never, never broken my silence over (for the sake of effective judgment, and justifiable reason (or reasons, as the case may be), in so much as I continue to maintain the innocence of all mankind in the Name of Christ, against madness (treated or not, spoken of or not, mistreated or not, recorded or not, in the name of the Judgment of God, against those, who drive people mad _____ ) _____ _____ _____ ( ).
I don't know, I guess I am glad to be able to just say as much. I will check back later to see, if you think this is progressive or not (let's start, there).
