My Life As It Is Right Now...and Why

I have been avoiding using this blog as a place to post about what is happening to my family, even though that was my intention in starting it. I wrote a long post here recently about it all, but have decided that it's better (i.e. safer) to not do so. Those of you who know what's going on have other places to follow the story, and at this time I have decided to leave this blog as a place for happier things.

Live Through Conscience...

This post was originally on facebook.

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October 20, 2008 at 11:01 pm

"Men are like handsome race horses who first bite the bit and later like it," and even "learn to enjoy displaying their harness and prance proudly beneath their trappings." They "grow accustomed to the idea that they have always been in subjection, that their fathers lived in the same way; they will think they are obliged to suffer this evil, and will persuade themselves by example and imitation of others, finally investing those who order them around with proprietary rights, based on the idea that it has always been that way." -- Estienne De La Boetie 1546 A.D.

"Live through conscience, act through reason, submit to nature, account to the Creator" - Mark McCoy

A poem by my son

My children are attending "Friday School", which is a one-day-a-week setting for homeschoolers to join together for extra classes and activities that they might not otherwise be able to enjoy alone. My 15 year old is in a poetry class. Apparently he was one of only a few that actually completed the assignment (even the teacher didn't do it!), and he did it the night before it was due.

That one poem that I wrote a little late in the night

Gaah, this poem, it's truly a bore
This poem is harder than ones before
My head is hurting more and more

Silently, I pace the floor
Writing these lines is such a chore
Gaah, this poem, it's truly a bore

Across the room my brothers snore
I check my watch, it's almost 4:00
My head is hurting more and more

I close my eyes, they're getting sore
The urge to fall asleep, I ignore
Gaah, this poem, it's truly a bore

My nerves shout, they're in an uproar
I almost forgot what I'm writing this for
My head is hurting more and more
Gaah, this poem, it's truly a bore

by Josiah October 9, 2008

CPS Sucks

(Note: this post was originally posted on facebook, so no video posted on this blog.  If I come across it I will attach it to this post.)

October 8, 2008 at 8:19 am

"Our" not-so-wonderful "government" has done it again: another attempt at destroying my family. This time it is by arresting my husband on what I believe are false charges, merely as a harassment and intimidation attack for an attempt to expose their criminal behavior of kidnapping our baby and holding him hostage. (Look up the definitions of those federal crimes, and it fits "the state" to a "T") (its all about the video I have posted here. If you haven't watched it yet, do it!)

So now, I not only have 7 of the greatest children in the world being held hostage in Washington, I now have a new baby (that I haven't seen in over a month) and my most excellent husband being held prisoner in Oregon.

I guess that's what the whole family is: Prisoners of War.

There's a war on, people, in case you aren't aware of it. No, I'm not talking about the Middle East (does that ever stop?) or even Russia. I'm talking about the very real war here at home: the war against the family. It's a lie when they say "preserving the family" is a priority. It's not. The more they can tear us apart, the more "services" they can force on people (at the point of a gun, practically), well, that gives them more money and more power. Isn't that what makes the world go 'round? No, it's not love, like in the songs. It's all about power and control, and the more people you have under your thumb, and the more money you can extract from whatever source, the more power and control you have. It's sick.

So here I am alone, a good mom, an excellent mom and wife (I know because I've been told so!). No real hope of ever seeing my baby again, no hope of having my other children live with me (even though I have NEVER hurt them and never will!), and no hope that I can ever live a normal life with my husband.

"Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life." Proverbs 13:12

The only true hope I have in this life is the eternal, which is really what it's all about. (no, it's not the hokey pokey)

That's all for now. I have to go to work. I have to keep on, surviving day by day.