My Voice In Pen

Writing is a struggle against silence

Following your gut instinct is no joke.

Yesterday, I had a very strong and sudden urge to pan for gold. A week ago we had been attempting to drive to another ghost town not too far away, and had stumbled upon a creek with quite a few obvious small flakes glimmering in the sunlight.

“Let’s go today,” I insisted.

Ronnie, lazily, “Why today?”

Me, “Obviously because we could be millionaires.”

Ronnie, “First time you’ve ever had a strong urge to head up into the mountains.”

This was true. Also, it was odd. Odd that I was strongly advocating to head up into the mountains when we might at best have two or three hours before the sun began to set. Normally such adventures require an earlier start. Nothing about my extreme push to leave /right this second/ made any sense. But nevertheless, I was determined, and nothing could deter my fixation that “today was the day.”

We arrived late afternoon, and successfully caught some of the flakes in our pan. But we lacked the tweezers to pick it out, so back to it’s natural habitat it was returned. After our short supply of patience ran its course, we toured an old homestead graveyard nearby.

The inscription of the graveyard is written as follows “Joe Maurice arrived from Belgium in 1883 at the age of 13. He married young and established a homestead. A horse kicked the sight out of his right eye but still he scratched out a living, raising some cattle and panning gold. During the harsh winter of 1905 his wife died of diphtheria, that spring, his two little children died of typhoid fever.” It is believed he buried them all in this graveyard. He died at 97 in 1967.”

(paraphrased because too much detail I didn’t want to type)

Next, our fancy akin to the wind, we decided to try again to reach that elusive ghost town.

There are two routes for this, so we tried Route #1, to no avail. The snow, even in May, was still hopelessly deep and soft. We turned back, after I shot down the idea of hiking a few miles to get there.

Seconds before we attempted Route #2, we saw three teenagers in their truck head also up that way. So we followed.

The earthquake two months ago had evidently created a tiny stream in the middle of the road. “The road wants to give way and fall back down the side of the hill,” Ronnie observed calmly. Obviously this meant we would still keep driving.

After a few corners, the snow once again appeared, making the truck snort with contempt.

Of course, with the gradual increase of higher elevation, the snow only got deeper. Then we saw them. The snow had successfully captured their vehicle. They were stuck.

Ronnie made them feel better. “Yeah, I followed you guys up here because I knew you would need to get towed back out.”

They grinned sheepishly.

So, in the end, I realized my strong gut feeling of heading to the mountains existed to ensure these random college students would be spared a cold night in the mountains, with no cell service and miles from another human…. and apparently to prove that in 2020, the gold fever is still alive and well.

It’s not often that one discovers true *gematrocities in life, but I always am intrigued when I do. Recently, (special thanks to Dank Kingdom Christian Memes Facebook Group) I gleaned information regarding, and their blog that exposes the false, pretending wolves in Christianity. I would estimate there to be about 500 posts, or more. Each exposed faker getting their own personal blog entry dedicated specifically to them, and updated as the need requires.

Some of my favorite ones: “Baptists Exposed,” (who knew every single Baptist was exactly the same?) “Christian Motorcycle Group Exposed” “Alcoholics Anonymous Exposed” “Ray Comfort Exposed” and no one, mind you, gets off the hook here. Dozens of individual churches, (if deemed worthy enough) obtain their own delightful read. The Amish, Mennonites, and any branch of Anabaptist that exists or wants to exist has been dutifully exposed.

“David Bercot Exposed” reveals the horror of vampires among us. (Look out for those pale-skinned, Boston folks who indulge in reading John 6.) Even the plants don’t get a break: “1000’s of Roots Exposed.”

“Marketplace Witnessing Exposed” leads me to believe that the only way for this author to have been in every marketplace witnessing scenario ever to accurately expose, he must practically be a omnipresent god. I’m in awe. Respect, man.

Proof that I’m not making this up:

Impressed? Any Wannabe Exposers that don’t know where to start? After a great deal of thought, I’ve come up with a list of tactics and techniques to correctly employ the use of exposing.

First of all, choose a religion. Ultimately no one cares about your Book of Opinions, so you need some overarching elusive authority that you can wrangle into taking all the blows for you, as well as firing all the shots. What religion? It doesn’t matter a whole lot. Just make sure that it allows for a very black and white framework that allows you to easily place most people on the black side. There is no fun in a gray “this varies from person to person” kind of thought.

If you choose Christianity from the list of possible religions to use, get a red pen. There will be some specific verses you need to scratch out before you begin exposing. First up, Matthew 7:3. “And why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the plank in your own eye?” Here we see that Jesus is in full approval of exposing. However, He ruins the fun by instructing us to expose our own sin. Not others. Depressing. Unacceptable. To make it worse, notice Jesus refers to them as “brother.” After we expose a sinner for who he is, do we want to refer to them as brother? That’s too much. Thus, getting rid of this verse entirely will help the process.

Next up, any verse that mentions “neighbor” is likely a good indication to also remove. Christ helpfully tells a lawyer how to inherit eternal life in Luke 10. ” You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbor as yourself.” Of course, the obvious question was asked, “Who is my neighbor?” Jesus followed this up with a parable, that ends on a disappointing note.

Of all the atrocities! The neighbor was the Pagan Samaritan, not the upstanding Jew who followed the letter of the law. This does not work for a true Exposer of Evil. If Pagans are a neighbor, and we are supposed to love them as much as we love ourselves, how can we expose someone with words that we would never use to describes ourselves??

Honestly, on second thought, maybe Christianity isn’t the best option for an Exposer. However, I think we can cram this foot into the shoe.

Let’s continue.

Exposing anything requires an extensive amount of time to accurately research every avenue of fact and information. For example, exposing 9/11 as a government conspiracy is a very time consuming project. You have to figure in hours and hours of detailed math, calculating all the various influences that perhaps started years before the towers ever went down. You have to conduct interviews, watch and re-watch footage, you have to understand airplanes, and melting steel. However, exposing a catastrophe, a series of events, is possible. It may take years, but it’s been done.

Exposing humans is another matter entirely. Imagine a dazzling, shimmering chandelier hanging from a ceiling strung with hundreds of diamonds. Imagine a elaborate maze at the local fair with mirrors staring at you from every turn, making it nearly impossible to find your way out again. Imagine a God, infinite and divine with “created a universe” on His resume, who also designed the human brain, soul and heart.

There are so many levels to one human that broad, generalizing statements completely fail to expose anything except one single, particular aspect of that person which from a distance is always convoluted like muddy, murky waters. To make matters more complicated, society and culture has done an excellent job at teaching humans to build outward facades to mask their true feelings, thus while we might expose a human, we are only exposing a facade that likely does not match what’s going on beneath the surface.

However, my dear exposer, you do have one tool in your belt if you choose to use it, as pertains to humans. It will require accepting Christianity as at least partial fact, and understanding that the only one who really knows humans is the one who created them. Mathew 7:15-16: “Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves. You will know them by their fruits.

Is that a green light? Buckle up, Exposers, prepare to EXPOSE. Wait, stop. It would appear that numerous times in scripture it’s discouraged to dwell on bad fruit. Such as Ephesians 4:29: “Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.” So the only exposing one has left to accomplish would appear to involve good fruit. Galatians 5:22-23 conveniently lets us know exactly what to look for: “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.

So there we have it. When you discover someone who radiates love, kindness and goodness, and acts in mercy, patience, gentleness and self-control, expose them.

“Good Fruit Exposed: 100% Biblical!”

*gematrocities. Definition: atrocious gems (Coined by Cornelia)

As kids, the varying levels of embarrassment come to us in different forms. My brother loves to recount the story of my encounter with McDonald’s one day when I ordered my food, arrived back to the van to discover that I had forgotten to add fries to the order. However, the horrific mortification of returning inside to order AGAIN was too much for me. “I’ll give you an extra dollar,” I offered to my overly confident, capitalistic brother. “If you purchase the fries.”

In retrospect, my low self-confidence as a kid seems rather ordinary. All teens go through this “everything is embarrassing” phase, right? I’ve heard the laughter of adults over the red-faced teen who caught him/herself in woeful blunder, or at times, a strictly imagined one. “They’ll get over it in time,” they nod, believing that time and age mercifully erases many of the heart-stopping embarrassments that afflict our late childhood and teen years.

Sometimes it does. Sometimes it doesn’t.

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One of most predominant and iconic storylines of the popular hit series, Game of Thrones, follows orphaned and traumatized Arya Stark, who flees on foot after the beheading of her father. She is held prisoner by various captors, narrowly escapes torture, her journey is isolated, fraught with hardship and most of all, lonely. Despite the seemingly hopeless elements, she faces the odds with defiance. She is brave, resilient, confident, and her defining factor, a kill list for all the ones who wronged her or her family. Obsessed with revenge, she repeats the names of her enemies every night, the ones she vows to kill. Her prized possession was her Valerian sword, gifted to her from her beloved half brother, Jon. Her sword, christened “Needle” represented her core identity, the last remaining tie to her home and family.

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My blog is a dusty unused journal at this sorry point in existence. It’s time for a fresh reboot. I don’t have much of an audience which is surprisingly freeing, because talking to one’s self is very therapeutic. I’ve archived/trashed the former posts on this blog, they needed to retire.

Heads up, my blog has no genre, because my mind has no genre. I might indulge in some philosophical debate over the theories and structures that plague various religions, or I might just want to discuss my favorite kind of wine and discuss some obscure TV series that has grabbed my interest. Predictable is pandering to a specific audience, I can’t pander, because I am not a niche.

However, in respect for my some of my possible readers, I shall keep the swearing to a minimum. As ugly as truth can be.

Cornelia, let’s do this.