Poetry was a powerful tool in mind control, growing up in the cult. That's why Yah used poetry to detangle me from its web. He's so amazing, wise and beautiful. He broke the power of sorcery with the blood of his Son, for my sake and yours. He has been digging me out of the pit and deprogramming me, a poem at a time, for the past 7 years.
Many of these books and lyrics are used for spellcasting and triggering switches in those whose souls were fractured into multiple personalities (better understood as DID : Dissociation or Dissociative Identity Disorder).
Here is a list of some of the authors that were used, in my experience in the cult:
Roger Hargreaves
Kenn Nesbitt
Dr. Suess
Roald Dahl
Fred Penner
Robert Munsch
Shel Silverstein
Harry Potter
(The Revelation 13 beast from the sea: programming to disable children from following the Lamb, Jesus Christ. Let's be fishers of men, as he calls us to.)
Soul splitting rituals for fragmentation and associated amnesia.
The ritualistic removal of legs to run, or be able to escape, using sodomy.
What do you do if you get swallowed by an elephant?
Let me draw for you, the real punchline.
Just prior to my hospitalization from amnesia and glitching, I remembered. I remembered everything. The evil geniuses had dressed me up in their suits. An inheritance that I never chose. It chose me. Blindly, I walked the plank, toeing the line – a sheep in wolves’ clothing.
The beast didn't think that I'd remember. It didn't count on Love. The Redeeming Love of the blood of the perfect, spotless Lamb. The ultimate power, that is greater than all the sorcery of sin and hell. For he does now know Love and cannot know it.
Swollen to the sun with pride, the genie didn't even notice that my hands had been uncuffed by the dagger on the bronze thigh of my warrior king – his eyes a flame of fire, and a robe dipped in my own blood. The blood of many. The blood that they thought that they cleaned up. Blood that I gave to the only one who can cleanse me. Pleading to move forward. Starving for renewal.
Hidden in El Shaddai, we tied together Rahab’s rope with the blood of the innocent on fisted hands. Day after day. Year after year. As I followed my Lamb, he gave me his sound mind, so that I would bravely grieve and withstand my past, as he returned my memories with his beating heart of life. Not too much. Just enough.
I'm no genius in a bottle
to rub rightly or wrong
Repent, repent, repent
and hear the BRIGHT NEW SONG!
I shall not be pooped out
wiped up and forgotten
but ejected like a trumpet
in the KEY OF DAVID
Those genius genie genes
are in the empty tomb –
my Redeemer’s mission,
right from my mother's womb
— The Memory of an Elephant
Daniel 7:5
And look, another beast, a second one, looking like a bear. And it was raised up on one side and three tusks [were] in its mouth between its teeth, and so {it was told}, "Arise, eat much flesh!"
1 Kings 10:18
“Additionally, the king made a great throne of ivory and overlaid it with pure gold.”
*I have not listened to this series, below, but it's what first came up, when I was just looking for a particular verse on the Key of David to add, here. Hallelujah. EL SABAOTH
Thank you for reading,
Kadaya of Manasseh
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