Main Series: Kitty BITE Back Episode 3: liMes Adjust Reality (the untold story of a LITERAL CHILD)FU

Hey Folx! How ya 'durn?! I hope that you have had time to catch up on episodes 1 & 2 of the Main Series: Kitty BITE Back. If not, let us recap!

*chitty-chitty bang-bang*

Wait, was it in Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang that the uncle or whoever created the mechanical assembly line to fry eggs? UHH!!! My ADHD can’t handle not knowing! BRB; I gotta go to YouTube and look now...

YAAAAS!!!

https://youtu.be/RBJGpNTP_lY

Okay, so that was down deep in the filing cabinets of my brain. It’s been like... 20 years since I‘ve seen that movie!

ANYWAYSSSS...... Let’s talk about Behavior Control! The first component of Behavioral Control as described by SAH is: "Regulate an individual‘s physical reality". But, what does that MEEEANNNN exactly? Well, let‘s define “physical reality”. (This is a lot so bear with me here) We live in the 3rd dimension. We, through trial and error (mostly through the first few years of our life), interact with objects in the 3rd, 2nd, and 1st dimension. And with those interactions we learn what is and isn’t in our physical reality. EXAMPLE: I know this table exists because I have interacted with it by placing my tablet on it and using it. ANOTHER EXAMPLE: I know the wind Is real, even though I have not seen it, I have interacted with if effects.

Now that we have defined “physical reality”, we can get to the meat and potatoes of this. (BONUS POINTS to anyone who remembers the Hercules plates where the one of Hercules said “I’m a meat and potatoes kind of guy!”... EXTRA BONUS POINTS if you still, like me, use those plates regularly LOL)

STORY TIME!

• When I was 16 (2010: 1 year before I left the religious cult- for reference) my mom had a heart attack while working at a bank she used to clean on the side. It was Christmas day. Approximately 8pm. She called me, short of breath (I could barely make out what she was saying). I heard the words “hospital”, “purse”, ”Emé”. That was it. I was at my secret girlfriend’s house at the time. I got in my car, drove the 2 miles to my mom’s house to pick up her purse and get my aunt (Emé) in the car so we could make like a bandit and get outta there and to the hospital. I was terrified. I had been having a VERY rough year emotionally and mentally and all I could think was, “my mom’s gonna die...” I ran in and was very quickly rushed to the helicopter landing pad where they were STAT flighting her to Norton Audubon in Louisville, KY. She was in and out of consciousness; to this day I do not know if she heard me talking to her when they loaded her into the helicopter and, with a purpose, ushered me off the landing pad so they could take off. Emé and I got into the car and she drove us to the hospital in Louisville. The rest of the next few hours was spent with her having a heart cath done and emergency surgery to put 3 stints in her heart. The doctor came out to the waiting room we had been anxiously waiting in and took my hand. (They were warm... and soft. It was strange. I always thought doctors had cold dry hands because of how much they wash them.) He told us that after doing extensive bloodwork and the procedure they had come to the conclusion that the heart attack was due to lifestyle habits (diet, exercise, and smoking) and that they didn’t find an abnormal amount of the stress hormone in her bloodwork. After the doctor left us, we waited for my mom to be moved to a room so we could see her. (It’s the wee hours of the morning at this point- note that.) I was just starting to doze off in the oversized chair in the waiting room when I heard the heavy metal door hit the wall and a scream from a voice I could never be so lucky to forget. Before I knew it I had a vial of oil poured on my head and was being violently shaken. The “pastor” of the church we were going to was trying to “rebuke a demon from me” spouting off saying that I had the devil in me and if I had been faithful to god and a better child that “this would have never happened to [my] mom.” I remember just sitting there crying; being scared. Knowing that if I tried to fight them off, that one of the elders from the ”church” (cult) would restrain me until he felt the demon was cast out of me. {NOTE: This is not the first time this had happened to me.} There were other adults around (all from the “church” (cult)) and I knew none of them would help me, even if they wanted to. After having my hair greased up like I had fallen head first into a vat of lard, my shirt ripped under the armpit, and one shoe coming off, I got up and walked away in shame. I knew what the doctor had said. I knew my mom’s heart attack had been caused by lifestyle habits. The doctor told me himself! But the “pastor” wanted to regulate my reality; wanted me to believe that I had an evil spirit in me (as a result of my own spiritual shortcomings) and that I had caused my mom’s heart attack. It took 5 years of being out of the cult and 2.5 years of therapy for me to finally come to the realization that I had not, in fact, caused my mom’s heart attack. That I didn‘t have an evil spirit in me that needed to be cast out. That I didn‘t do anything to deserve how the “pastor” had treated me. That I deserved to be shown mercy and grace by the elders of the church. That THEY should have stopped him from brutally attacking a LITERAL CHILD in the hospital waiting room. But, that‘s how they treat you. They gaslight you until you gaslight yourself. They twist the facts you’ve been given by professionals to fit their own sick agenda. I was a child...

This is just ONE example of the many that I can give you of the times the "pastor" would regulate mine, or any other member of the "church" (cult), reality. I watched people who had lost a child be told that the reason they miscarried is because they weren't spiritually strong enough in the lord. I've heard people told the reason they have gone to prison and are now a felon (for medical malpractice) be told that they are so strong in the lord and the reason they are being sent to prison is a gift from god so they could reach all the people in the prison and bring them to church. And the thing is, these aren't one and done occurrences. These things were happening 4+ times a week, for hours at a time. Demons being cast out and screaming, the distortion of reality, the gaslighting, all of it. Eventually the screams sound like whispers and the shoving feels like a hug. Eventually the ripped clothes don't matter and the hair pulled from your head isn't as sore as it once was. The conditioning to feel as though this was NORMAL makes me nauseous to even think about now.

Here is the ironic part. You're friends with these people. They work in your school systems, at your steel factories, and volunteer at your food banks. The people who have once held me down so I could have demons rebuked out of me, you associate with them; and, you would never know. You would never know that behind the swinging doors of a "church" in YOUR OWN NEIGHBOORHOOOD there are people being violently attacked; people being gaslit into believing this twisted reality is... real. That you really have betrayed the "pastor", "church" (cult), and ultimately, god. What could you have possibly done to let a demon into your vessel and allow it to make itself at home, you ask? Maybe you wore "worldly underwear"; or maybe your hair wasn't sprayed down perfect with no fly-aways. But, don't worry the "pastor" will be sure to have a sermon (usually lasting 5+ hours) where they will call you out by name and list off your sins for the whole group to hear. So, you'll always know what you did wrong; it will be publicly announced. (Don't worry, we will get into rules, regulations, and standards later***)

Have you seen any of these actions? Has anyone confided in you that someone is trying to regulate their physical reality? Has anyone you known been part of a group that encourages other members to attack you when you've done something wrong? Maybe not.... but if you or someone you know is in a relationship or part of a group that is regulating your physical reality, please reach out to a loved one, call the police, GET AS FAR AWAY AS POSSIBLE...before it's too late; I almost didn't.

HERE is SAH's list of resources that his organization, Freedom of Mind, has gathered.

https://freedomofmind.com/resource-links/

Please use this information and share it with those who need it. It could save a life.

Until all the children are never shamed, my heart will break in two.

-Jezebel Freedom