call_me_something_else
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You folks know what I mean about how, as we learn and grow, we also come to realize certain points in our lives, where see and understand just how deeply ensnared and deceived we were, right?
Usually, these moments burn and are painful enough to nearly send me into fits. I don't know if it's the same for others but it is for me and still that's neither here nor there for this post. This post is my way of trying to show someone some gratitude. Yes, it's gratitude to the True Gods too - but also for one fellow human individual.
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Years back, I was at my brother's house, using his WebTV to look up the usual stupid shit I did, when, in walks the boyfriend of a sister-in-law of my brother's.
He asked me if I would mind him using the WebTV to look something up. I said sure, closed my stuff out and got out of his way.
Without hiding anything or being bashful about it at all, he pulled up a site about Nazi-ism (and the occult too, maybe, I think. But I don't remember what he was reading since I was just being a dumb-ass and watching him).
For some reason, I suddenly felt the need to be a jerk and try giving this guy a hard time (I was such a "good little slave.") and I said something to the effect of, "Y'know, the Aryans were once called the great blonde-haired, blue-eyed giants of the North."
He said, "Yeah?" without even taking his eyes off the screen.
Trying to get a rise out of him, I continued on my path of idiocy, "Well, you have brown hair and brown eyes."
"Yeah?" he said, still without looking away from the screen. His time was limited and he was focused-like-a-laser.
"So," I said, "You don't seem all-white. Why are you a white supremacist?" (Please don't be too angry for my bad behavior to this good man. I was so, so, so ignorant back then.)
I was expecting an angry, perhaps violent response. I was trying to goad this guy, since shitty behavior like mine at this moment, is precisely what families like mine did all the time.
"I know what I am," he said. He was calm, confident and completely denied me my sadistic jollies.
The way he said those five words - something from his spirit and maybe his GD - silenced my tongue. He then set about to finishing his work/research and I think I left him alone, if I'm remembering right.
Anyway, those five words and his aura made a big impression on me. There have been many moments, looking back, when the True Gods were there for me, guided me and protected me. And I'm grateful for them all!
But I also think, this one day, us two sitting there, those five words, from this one, good, honest, courageous, calm, respectful, respectable, good man - someone whom I now consider a brother - is one of those most poignant and deeply-affecting days I lived.
If this guy is around in these threads, I think he might remember this discussion. I hope he is. I want him to know he had a bigger impact on me than he may have known.
Hail Father Satan and all of the True Gods!
Usually, these moments burn and are painful enough to nearly send me into fits. I don't know if it's the same for others but it is for me and still that's neither here nor there for this post. This post is my way of trying to show someone some gratitude. Yes, it's gratitude to the True Gods too - but also for one fellow human individual.
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Years back, I was at my brother's house, using his WebTV to look up the usual stupid shit I did, when, in walks the boyfriend of a sister-in-law of my brother's.
He asked me if I would mind him using the WebTV to look something up. I said sure, closed my stuff out and got out of his way.
Without hiding anything or being bashful about it at all, he pulled up a site about Nazi-ism (and the occult too, maybe, I think. But I don't remember what he was reading since I was just being a dumb-ass and watching him).
For some reason, I suddenly felt the need to be a jerk and try giving this guy a hard time (I was such a "good little slave.") and I said something to the effect of, "Y'know, the Aryans were once called the great blonde-haired, blue-eyed giants of the North."
He said, "Yeah?" without even taking his eyes off the screen.
Trying to get a rise out of him, I continued on my path of idiocy, "Well, you have brown hair and brown eyes."
"Yeah?" he said, still without looking away from the screen. His time was limited and he was focused-like-a-laser.
"So," I said, "You don't seem all-white. Why are you a white supremacist?" (Please don't be too angry for my bad behavior to this good man. I was so, so, so ignorant back then.)
I was expecting an angry, perhaps violent response. I was trying to goad this guy, since shitty behavior like mine at this moment, is precisely what families like mine did all the time.
"I know what I am," he said. He was calm, confident and completely denied me my sadistic jollies.
The way he said those five words - something from his spirit and maybe his GD - silenced my tongue. He then set about to finishing his work/research and I think I left him alone, if I'm remembering right.
Anyway, those five words and his aura made a big impression on me. There have been many moments, looking back, when the True Gods were there for me, guided me and protected me. And I'm grateful for them all!
But I also think, this one day, us two sitting there, those five words, from this one, good, honest, courageous, calm, respectful, respectable, good man - someone whom I now consider a brother - is one of those most poignant and deeply-affecting days I lived.
If this guy is around in these threads, I think he might remember this discussion. I hope he is. I want him to know he had a bigger impact on me than he may have known.
Hail Father Satan and all of the True Gods!
