Does God Save Sociopaths?

Susan Denise Atkins (1948 – 2009)

Would you have let her babysit your kids?
She answers well and knows the scriptures . . .
but was she for real?

If you read the comments at YouTube regarding her testimony, the level of scorn is high. Few people believe she was truly saved in Christ. Years ago I read her autobiography Child of Satan, Child of God. The same people who dismiss her testimony are those who belittle faith as a crutch and nothing more. They say she was only acting in order to be let off early on parole. But to me, she seems sincere. The poor woman blew her mind while under the spell of a satanic false prophet, so where else could she turn to with a ruined soul?

THIS JUST IN: Crazy Story
of a lawyer in love

Sexy Sadie, what have you done
You made a fool of everyone / You made a fool of everyone
Sexy Sadie, ooh, what have you done

Sexy Sadie, you broke the rules
You laid it down for all to see / You laid it down for all to see
Sexy Sadie, ooh, you broke the rules

One sunny day the world was waiting for a lover
She came along and turned on everyone
Sexy Sadie, the greatest of them all

Sexy Sadie, how did you know
The world was waiting just for you / The world was waiting just for you
Sexy Sadie, ooh, how did you know

Sexy Sadie, you’ll get yours yet
However big you think you are / However big you think you are
Sexy Sadie, ooh, you’ll get yours yet

We gave her everything we owned just to sit at her table
Just a smile would lighten everything
Sexy Sadie, she’s the latest and the greatest of them all

She made a fool of everyone / Sexy Sadie
However big you think you are / Sexy Sadie

as written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney

Yoga-Yuga


Kali Yuga (Sanskrit: कलियुग, translit. kaliyuga, lit. ‘age of Kali’) is the last of the four stages (or ages or yugas) the world goes through as part of a ‘cycle of yugas’ (i.e. Mahayuga) described in the Sanskrit scriptures. The other ages are called Satya Yuga, Treta Yuga, and Dvapara Yuga.

Kali Yuga is associated with the demon Kali (not to be confused with the goddess Kālī). The “Kali” of Kali Yuga means “strife”, “discord”, “quarrel” or “contention”.

(from Wikipedia)

 

Thanksgiving Origins

My Country

America! my own dear land—
O, ’tis a lovely land to me;
I thank my God that I was born
Where man is free!

Our land— it is a glorious land—
And wide it spreads from sea to sea—
And sister States in Union join
And all are free.

And equal laws we all obey—
To kings we never bend the knee—
We may not own no Lord but God
Where all are free.

We’ve lofty hills and sunny vales
And streams that roll to either sea—
And through this large and varied land
Alike we’re free.

You hear the sounds of healthful toil,
And youth’s gay shout and childhood’s glee,
And every one in safety dwells,
And all are free.

We’re brothers all from South to North,
One bond will draw us to agree—
We love this country of our birth-—
We love the free—

We love the name of Washington,
I lisped it on my father’s knee—
And we shall ne’er forget the name
While we are free.

My Land, my own dear native Land,
Thou art a lovely land to me;
I bless my God that I was born
Where man is free!

More POETRY

by Sarah Josepha Hale

Eighteen Hundred And Thirty

Sarah Josepha Hale (1788–1879)

We bring no earthly wreath for Time;
To man th’immortal Time was given—
Years should be marked by deeds sublime,
That elevate his soul to heaven.
Thou proudly passing year—thy name
Is registered in mind’s bright flame,
And louder than the roar of waves,
Thundering from ocean’s prison caves,
Comes the glad shout that hallows thee
The Year of Freedom’s Jubilee!
‘Tis strange how mind has been chained down,
And reason scourged like branded sin!
How man has shrunk before man’s frown,
And darkened heaven’s own fire within!
But Freedom breathed-the flame burst forth—
Wo to the spoilers of the earth,
Who would withstand its lightning stroke,
And heavier forge the galling yoke;—
As well the breaking reed might dare
The cataract’s rush—the whirlwind’s war!
Ay, thrones must crumble—even as clay,
Searched by the scorching sun and wind!
And crushed be Superstition’s sway
That would with writing scorpions bind
The terror-stricken conscience down
Beneath anointed monarch’s frown;
Till Truth is in her temple sought,
The soul’s unbribed, unfettered thought,
That, science-guided, soars unawed,
And reading Nature rests on God!
This must be-is-the passing year
Has rent the veil, and despots stand
In the keen glance of Truth severe,
With craven brow and palsied hand:—
Ye, who would make man’s spirit free,
And change the Old World’s destiny,
Bring forth from Learning’s halls the light,
And watch, that Virtue’s shield be bright;
Then to the ‘God of order’ raise
The vow of faith, the song of praise,
And on-and sweep Oppression’s chains,
Like ice beneath the vernal rains!
My Country, ay, thy sons are proud,
True heirs of Freedom’s glorious dower;
For never here has knee been bowed
In homage to a mortal power:
No, never here has tyrant reigned,
And never here has thought been chained!
Then who would follow Europe’s sickly light,
When here the soul may put forth all her might,
And show the nations, as they gaze in awe,
That Wisdom dwells with Liberty and Law!
O, when will Time his holiest triumph bring—
‘Freedom o’er all the earth, and Christ alone reigns King!’