Concerned

This movie really broke the prophecies down and I am confident that this is the last generation before Jesus Christ returns to save us from the dead who will rise (zombies) and whether you believe in God or Jesus Christ or not one thing I feel is the most important lesson as human being we need to remember; that is to at least LOVE ONE ANOTHER. These are the beginnings of the end of times. We still have at least 50 years of these tribulations. Things will get worse and if we learn to love each other we won't turn on each other making life worse than it already is and to get worse. It may sound childish, but Jesus Christ said, "Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven." ~ St. Matthew 18:3-4 ~

There is no doubt in my mind that we must prepare ourselves for what is happening now and what will come to be. If we have the will to live than we must love to live the end of life for those who will suffer. God had already put it in our minds and in our hearts that we truly are a generation that will be destroyed, but "Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth." ~ St. Matthew 5:5 ~ Life will be restored and we will have to be prepared for that as well. When asked what is the most (important) the great commandment, he answered, "You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and all your mind. This is the great and first commandment. And the second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. On these two commandments depend all the Law and the Prophets."

When Jesus Christ began to preach, he did not go into the rich man's house. He didn't even go into God's house to preach. He sent his apostles to the streets with no money or food or water. He said God would provide for them. He also said that he came for the sinners, a man only goes to the doctor when he is sick not when he is well. What was written has been written for centuries. Jesus Christ died for our sins to be forgiven because God had already destroyed us, and who's to say he wasn't going to or would do it again. Jesus Christ saved us from our sins and it is on us to save ourselves from sinning again. All you have to so is believe in what will be waiting for us after all this has come to pass. Faith in yourself to do right, be righteous, and stay that right path strait to heaven because the passage to narrow-only a few will enter.

Blessed be to God in all of you.

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I grew up Catholic, so only those who have a religion would understand my shock. In the Bible, there is no mention of her parents anywhere. Not even in the teachings. I read it and it changed, somewhat my perspective on my religion. I mean, what other information was the Catholic religion not informing us about?

That year I went to Mexico and I got to visit my grandmother alone. Usually there are a whole bunch of us and we never really actually sat down to get to know each other. That day was perfect for her and myself. My grandfather had been dead for ten years, all her kids were in the states so she was basically alone.

During our conversation she mentioned to me that she never went to school so she didn't get to learn how to read. I, like always, was carrying a book, so I'm guessing that was why she mentioned it. My brother had told me that she knew scripture so I assumed she had read the Bible. I was wrong all the way around about her.

She never learned how to read, but her sisters would read to her, what she said was La Biblia, the Bible. However, when she recited what she was taught she began with telling me about Joaquin and Ana the Virgin Mary's parents. She caught me totally off guard, my jaw drop, and at the same time I was excited, but then I got sad and mad at myself.

In reality, had I not read that part of the Qu'ran earlier that year, I would have thought my grandmother was crazy. I would have judged her and would have had this whole other perspective about her, kind of like I should have had about my religion. It was a bitter sweet moment and in trying to process this, I didn't get to actually hear how much of it she knew.

I am grateful to have spent time with her because she got very sick about a year later and and two years after I saw her she passed away. My point being, that I would have felt even worse than I already had felt after thinking how harshly I would have judged her had I not read that part of the Qu'ran.

Also, how God works in mysterious ways. Here are two different religions, and mind you, Mexico is almost 100% Catholic, but my grandmother was in the chapel every Sunday singing her heart away to God. (I love you Ma Pachita), but she did not have the voice nor knew how to sing. She never knew the difference between the book they read to her as a child and the book she would listen to every Sunday.

Her heart was always with God. People have been killed, have fought in wars, have gone missing, and all because of religion. Here was this innocent, naive, and unbeknownst to her nor it her fault, ignorant little woman (with a grand voice) who only appreciated that there was a higher power who she believed took care of her.

It wasn't her religion, it didn't matter what she was taught, and her only creed was her devotion to God. Today, a lot of people are losing their faith in God because someone is always trying to throw their religion down their throats. It isn't fair, to make those who don't have a faith that they would be condemned if they don't believe in religion.

At about 11PM my father got a phone call that had him walk out if his room in his underwear. I remember telling my daughter "Something's wrong 'cuz he never walks out like that." She giggled, "In his underwear?" And giggled again. I got up to see if my dad was okay.

I could hear the person he was talking to, but couldn't make out the words. My father was trying to hide while I was trying to figure out what was going on. The person in the phone sounded hysterical. He then tells me to grab my mothers phone (I'm so glad she left it). When I returned the last call, a police officer answered.

At about 10:45AM, in Nevada, which is an hour difference, so it was around 9:45AM in California, my brother Tav was laying on the side of the road. Not my sister Tina. How did my cousin know that someone was on the side of the road and why would he confuse my sister for my brother? Was it because their names started with a T?

Needless to say, that he knew something wasn't right only whatever he received he misinterpreted so gave the wrong information. Had we thought to call my brother instead of my sister we wouldn't have let him sit in the hospital for twelve hours. But who would want to think that anything would happen to a sibling?

The same cousin a few years before came to my "rescue." I was in a real bad relationship and that night something told me to leave right away. I left but with no where to go so I went to the nearby church, sat on the stairs, and began to cry.

All of a sudden I hear a car a few blocks away going fast and wheels screeching at each stop. It finally made a stop at the corner where the church that I was sitting at. It went to the next stop, which I couldn't see, but this time I heard someone get out of the truck.

I see the shadow walking towards me, and I was scared. I didn't know it was my cousin, apparently, he didn't know it was me that he was looking for. As soon as I seen him, I froze. He questioned me, "Prima, is that you?" I jumped up and gave a big hug.

He looked at me quizzically, "Cousin, that's you?" More like trying to convince himself. Then he says, "My father told me that someone was waiting for me here so it's you?" His father had died in 2002, we were in 2012.

These stories people like to dismiss as coincidences or luck or something other than what it is, there are people who have medium abilities. A medium is someone who can channel or hear spirits.

After my family called cps on me for my children, that same cousin came to my house. I had not seen him in a long while. He came up to me and says, "You have a daughter who cries every night and your son is having trouble..." he stops and looks around, "Where are your kids?" He didn't know what I had just went through, but how did he know that my daughter cried at night? Or that my son was having trouble?

Just recently, I had this horrible feeling. I'm not sure if it was a dream or what, but my parents were on a plane and the plane fell. Around that time, they were going to get on a plane, and with my daughters. However, right before they were going to leave for the airport, my mother began to have a panic attack.

My mother went to the emergency room instead of that plane. If my mother would have boarded that plane, would it had fallen? This is another reason why people who have premonitions or see something before it happens, there is no telling if that's what it was to change the faith of someone else.

Sure we could joke about being crazy or acting all mental, but mental illness is not a joke. It is as serious as a physical injury only we can't see what is wrong with so there usually isn't a proper diagnosis. The mind is the only thing we could observe, examine, but under a microscope, take an example from it, we can't even determine anything abou it in our sleep. Our brain is one thing, and our mind is another. Whoever said we use ten percent of our brain really they meant to say we only use ten percent of minds.

We use the full capacity of our brain unless you are paralyzed. Our brain connects to the spinal cord which connects to every nerve in our body through signals from the brain. Our minds are what mental illness occurs, but to truly understand it we must take everything into consideration. Even something that happened when your a baby could effect you today.

That is why people are being misdiagnosed and others get addicted to prescription or take some other kind of drug to protect themselves from what they really should be feeling. Mental illness is a level of science undermined because they base their finding on the situations the person is going through at the moment. Most patients won't talk about something until something else triggers it.

For example, I didn't know I had post traumatic stress disorder until one night I went out to a friends house. I had just spent a year and a half "healing" and it was my first time out in a long time. I was beginning to relax when I heard my friend, whose we were in, say something about being locked inside.

I jumped to my feet making another friend of mine jump out of his seat. Another friend of ours was sitting right in front of me and he was looking at me crazy. His eyes were extremely wide. I realized it was because my eyes were wide as I tried to suppress my fear. The one who jumped up was telling me that they were going to get it open. The one in front of just kept looking at me until I smiled.

He finally asked me if I was okay. The reason I was so scared to be locked inside was because my ex used to do that. The first time he did though, I jumped out of bed and seen that I was locked in. That was also the first time I seem that would nail the windows down so you couldn't open it unless you used a hammer to take the nails out or break the window.

I was ready to break the window, but I took a time to evaluate the situation. Had I broken the window he would have been more mad at me than I was at the time. So I put the chair down and patiently waited for him to return. It wasn't a highlight in my life, but it is related to my PTSD.

I was just on a sight where they mentioned that foster kids were bad. That is just wrong. Foster kids aren't bad. Foster kids become bad because of the foster system. These children endure a lot of heartache and emotional trauma. Most of them go through physical, mental, and even sexual trauma as well. People who label foster kids "bad" kids are ignorant, but then again how would they know? When people think that just because the government "rescued" them from a bad situation, that the government has their best interest at heart. Not at all. Had they paid attention to the foster children they would meet some amazing people. Some smarter beyond their years, others with great talent, great personality, or just a great smile that they hide. These foster kids are being denied and neglected the chance to bloom.

If you like to hear some stories, some good, but mostly bad let me know. It is a harsh reality and I'm glad that foster kids are finally speaking up about it. Biological families should too, and I am pretty sure some foster parents have had some hard times as well. We need to heal and continue to get the foster system to reform. There have been subtle movements but for the most part - there needs to be drastic measures.

Dare I put some things out there that people normally do not, will not, or cannot speak about, like the foster care system, the childrens' protections agencies, social services, or better yet, "legal" kidnapping, or how about the 500,000 (the number doesn't change) children who are taken from their homes, lose contact with family, friends, school, or anything to prove that they ever existed before ending up with strangers and at eighteen are tossed to the street with nothing to fall back on? Before laws changed, they were told that their time was up because they legally are adults.

I titled it Biological Parents because if you have ever dealt with cps and your children were placed in foster care and whether it was last year or ten years ago, you were somewhat affected by them that it still hurts. There should be more groups, forums, support for those who have gone through such trauma because there are still parents that arw still dealing with them or future parents that will be needed us. In reality, I do not exactly have a plan. I just want to reach out. Things have to change. I was told that I can't change the world.

Well, could I at least try? If not change the world, change a person's mind, change a rule, a procedure, a regulation, a policy, a law, a system, a life? If just one or one if each would make a world of a difference to me.