Funny old life

Funny old life, there I was at a friend of Mrs E's, the wife is in a bible study group and they were having a supper. Spouses were invited, so there I was. The husband had just been in London UK and had got some really good tea. He made a pot and served me. Nothing too unusual about that you may say - well he is a Lt Colonel in the US Marines and I'm a toilet cleaner, Funny old life.

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Still plodding on with my stuff. After Michigan, I felt a real sense of moving on and getting somewhere. Some of the new memories that came up were so horrific I can't bear to think of them much. Since I came back, I've had a couple of occasions when I've been awoken in the night, being tortured and abused, screaming out for mercy and being traumatised in the most horrific way. I have then been disturbed for a few days, and extremely desynchronised in my thinking. This has also made me feel distant from reality. The first time, Mrs E and I were able to pray and use the techniques we learned in Michigan and resolve one part that was traumatised and looking for an out. I haven't had time to pray through this one from last night yet but he was being bound in a shroud and couldn't escape. I've learned from Michigan that I can help these parts myself, by talking to them as an older brother, and pointing out the lies of the false Jesus' that tell them he will take the pain away only to re-introduce the same pain afterwards. I also learned a technique of taking off any false representation that demons and even parts put on. This has been an invaluable tool in sorting through the confusing mazes and alleyways of my tortured system. At last, when I see something that seems to be Jesus or a demon, I can "unmask" it and see what it really is, then deal with it. I hope I can do this later with my latest escapade.
I do feel really sad about the state of my life, in the sense of the fact I have to spend so much of my time praying just to survive the days and nights, instead of enjoying life to the full. One day I will enjoy seeing Satan and his scumbags roasting in the lake of fire. My ambition is to have a front seat.