HUMANITY93

As with a lot of single parent raised Gen X  kids growing up in the inner city during the late 70’s and 80’s, we had challenges trying to figure out life, drudging through daily routines in an effort to discover what life was really all about.  This pursuit was influenced heavily by traditional Christian values, like don’t steal, don’t lie, or participate in any action causing harm to others.  Around age 8, my mother had a co-worker who convinced her to get “saved” and join her church.  Which unbeknownst to me at the time, would lead to strict weekly church service attendance, which I was not a fan.  The church was a  gigantic run-down house on the east side of Cleveland.  This old 3-4 story house was always sweltering hot, as if the furnace ran all year long.  I’m certain the house was always crowded beyond legal capacity, it smelled of body odor, sweat, and old lady perfume.  At first glance, the people seemed outwardly friendly, but in my view as a shy introverted pre-teen, they would soon morph into a bunch of crazed psychotic schizo’s during the singing and dancing portion of the church service.  “These people are crazy.” I thought to myself upon first visiting,  and was assured of it when i witnessed some members having convolutions, shaking, gyrating, and shouting in an Arabic sounding foreign language.  This is all happening while the female minister is walking around palming people by their foreheads yelling and screaming “come out”.  The noise level in this overcrowded heat box was deafening.  After what seemed to be hours of this uncontrolled chaos that had ignited people all over the house, would ultimately grand finale into people falling out all over the floor coughing and throwing up. .  This scenario would play out every Friday night throughout my childhood.

Eventually, it was explained to me this “chaos” was a necessary process for true deliverance and salvation.  The pastor would empathize the importance of saving souls from hell and the lake of burning fire by getting people to accept Jesus Christ as their personal Lord and Savior.  She would frequently remind the congregation to get people “saved”.  Therefore in my narrow sphere of understanding much about anything, especially astrotheology, or how nature and reality actually worked, I bought in and believed it.  Totally bought in “hook, line and sinker”, to the point of becoming an ordained Elder by my late 20’s.  Preaching, teaching, counseling, street witnessing door-to-door, performing all the duties of a responsible disciple of Christ, with the goal of saving souls.  My intentions were pure, so pure in my heart that I began to actually care about the conditions of humans all over the planet.  I wanted to see prosperity for every region on the planet, i wanted to see poverty abolished from Africa, and freedom realized for Chinese citizens and I carried the question of why can’t this be a reality?  Majority of human beings on the planet are good people, right? How is it we as a species of humans, with the power of prayer could not manifest peace and freedom upon this world?  Do we not have the collective power as a community that we thought?  Why are we not producing freedom in this reality?  These were burdensome questions weighing on my shoulders for many, many years.  Until I discovered the answers. My goal, simplify the teaching of natural spiritual law for humanity.

– Shemiah Jones