Found some of my old posts, some from Facebook that were very popular and helped many people.
Found this:
Living Without Violence.
Rev. James E Sullivan. The Home links don’t work as they are for my old web site.
Love.
I think some of romance is just doing it because you can, and because you care.
It doesn’t have to be needed, or practical, but it is something that someone wants to do for someone because it makes them feel better reaching out in a loving way to some one that they love.
Like the woman who gets a flower from the side of the road on her walk with her hubby and she puts it in his jacket lapel, or the man who randomly picks a flower for her and puts it in her hair, and they walk off hand-in-hand smiling.
It doesn’t need to be needed or practical, but it is fun. Maybe that’s it. Romance should be fun, it should be what both want to do and it should be totally random – that means that love is full of surprises.
People often say that when the romance is gone from the relationship, then the fun is gone too. The “small efforts that you make count a lot in romance”, so please make the effort, show the one that you love that they are your special one and only, and that the big things and the little things are something that you want to do for this person. Let your heart show, let your love flow.
Many people have their own certain romance that is different than other peoples. But romance is love, and love is romance, and those silly little love songs are about those silly little things that lovers do for one another. It is the good times and the making of memories that bond two together forever. We should always remember that the good times are what counts in our happiness, they add up.
All the best from
James M Sandbrook.
September 25, 2014.
Growing Up Without a good father figure!
As I grew up I struggled to get people to understand that I had not come from a privileged home so that they would not expect much of me. When they saw me make mistakes, some foolish due to not having a dad show me how to be a man and do male things these people would assume then that I came from a privileged white home and that because I struggled with confidence and basic life that I was simply an idiot (like my parents confirmed into my boy head when I was a child).
One of the reasons we want to get our story out is to be understood, so that people will not be so hurtful, apathetic, cold, mean and bully us, even as adults. Many like me went to martial arts to fight back, to show that we were not a coward, that we could do something right and even stand up for ourselves.The trouble is, is that the more you speak out the more people tend to think, especially if you are a white male, that you are seeking victim status, sympathy, etc, so all you learn that you can do is nothing.
I remember on the Sawmill Logend, I said something about charging a car battery and a worker made a complete fool out of me in front of everyone, I don’t remember the mistake I made but I was fair roasted over being an idiot who didn’t know a basic thing that all males know. They all laughed at me, the fool who couldn’t even do this simple man task right. The hard part as a young adult and man is that you can’t cry, you must accept their laughter somehow in good spirits, be teased about it afterwards and still show no crushing emotion that screams in your head, “You *&*&% up again twit?”
Trouble was, dad never showed me, no one showed me. I had to figure out the man things myself, by trial and error, and in doing this others don’t seen to realise that it sets us back on other learning development because we are trying to figure out things that should have been passed down to us from a parent or both parents years before. This learning, the basic stuff, should have been easy, but you need caring parents who want to spend time with you to learn this basic stuff.
Because a parent, in my case of being a man, dad, was not there for me in many ways my teenager years were made up of constant struggle’s trying to hide, when with other males, that I had no idea what was going on, and trying to be a man like they were. Oh the guys who had their act together, they looked so good, the girls loved them, they always seemed to shine while I was the shy society terrified boy in a mans body faking so much and trying to get by.Faking being a man becomes a coping strategy, pretending that I was one of the guys but not knowing what was going on, pretending I did, and fearing the humiliation and laughter if I said something wrong, foolish, that would give away my true worthlessness, and they would see me as my parents saw me as a small boy, this becomes one of your greatest fears, the fear of being found out, then of being treated as an adult as your parents treated you as a child. Kind of like you are a criminal, a fake, a liar, something incomplete, not functioning correctly, broken within but trying to look capable on the outside.
I did this a lot as a boy, teenager, young adult, but still do it today from time to time when I get to talking with a few neighbours or friends and they bring up something of their childhood, good times with dad, talk about their normal family lives, talk about vehicles and tools, jobs they did, and in all that talk is a complete jigsaw puzzle, and for me though there are pieces missing, bits that I have not put together in my mind yet, and I just stare, listen and hopefully learn from what they say, while still fearing that they may ask me about my experience with it or playing ball with my dad or good times. The current hand-me-down from my parents that is bothering me is my left foot, underneath and within. There is a strange developed long lump in the heel, strange pains and sometimes it feels like the foot is coming apart within. What’s the cause? Well this is the foot that was broken when I was 3 years old. My heel was broken in 3 places, and since the heel bone is not that big it was serious.It was said by mother that dad put a truck up on wooden blocks after the wheel was removed and this naughty, but ever so strong, 3 years old climbed under the truck and shook the truck off the blocks and the axle came down on his ankle breaking it in 3 places. But everytime I tell someone of this they say that mother was clearly lying and it was child abuse, or maybe my foot being run over by a car.
It was at this house in Dannivirke where mother and father were kicked out of the house they were renting because they ahd a huge party and basically demolished the house within. Clearly they were loose living and the broken ankle was from some sort of violent abuse like being beaten in some way. Brian Wilson from the Beach Boys was hit on one side of the head when he was a child with a 4×2 block of wood by his father and Brian lost all but 9% of his hearing in that ear. After reading about that I realised that such abuses are possible. Brian’s father never got into trouble for it either.
Back in those days violent child abuse was easily covered over by lies that the hospitals believed without question. There are some scars on the foot and I have no idea why they are there, probably from the break.
I remember getting punched in the face as a child, clipped around the head often, verbal abuse was the norm, hit by the cast iron coal range poker, mother loved threatening us with that beast. The jug cord of course, dads big leather studded Harley Davidson belt, etc.When dad gave us “six of the best” (as mother loved calling it) he would get the first one, normally Vicky to bend over in front of us all, drop her pants and then he would whop her six of the best on her bare backside, then it was my turn and down through the rest. This was normally for something mother decided that we all did wrong.
But often the eldest would do something wrong and would tell mother that we all did it and regardless of our protests of innocence we got punished with her and she would laugh afterwards that she didn’t want to be punished alone. She was very sarcastic and mother believed every word she spoke, much to our suffering.
I remember many times as a child getting punished for things that I didn’t do and wondering about the madness and how unfair life was. My eldest sister would steal the cookies or whatever, tell mother I did it, I would protest and claim innocence and then get a decent hiding off mother. Sometimes while getting six of the best from the jug cord, in pain and tears seeing my sister at the doorway in hysterics while I got punished for the baking she stole and ate. It was a good life for her.
You have to remember that mother was a feminist, so if a female claimed that I had done wrong it was a choice between believing the male or female, and if mother denied me a life as a male as best as she could then she would have felt that it was poetic justice dishing out punishment for male saying that he was innocent and blaming and ever innocent female, my sister. I was set up before I was born in mothers mind, and dad, it as no good complaining to him, he had his Harley’s, mates, drugs and booze, he didn’t care.
All the best from
James M Sandbrook.
Thursday, 31 October 2019, 2:20:34 pm.
Turn up the sound 🙂
Always believe.
Always have hope. Before you even consider giving up, do for your own sake, try. Without hope there is only life. With hope we can live with the expectation of something better, something worthy and worth living for.
Don’t give up wanting that something better for your life and for your own good.
Please don’t settle for less than what God offers.
You may feel emotionally down and not realise your true worth.
But God knows your true worth. Trust Him!
All the best from
James M Sandbrook.
September 26, 2012.
I was born in Dannivirke, New Zealand, we moved away from there when I was 3 years old, went to many other places and finally settled down in Huntly, New Zealand.
We lived in a few houses there, 3 all up, and then moved to Wiltsdown and then finally to Tokoroa where my father got a job as a plumber at the Kinlieth Mill.
After an abusive toxic childhood I see what I went through and want to help in others, today, especially the younger generations so my efforts these days are to make a difference for the better, for all.
I have friends, people I know right now, who are dying of various diseases, such as cancer, and I know that life is short, so my efforts are to help as long as I am alive for the best that I can do for others because basically very few people were ever really there for me, and many people hurt,, harmed and abused me.
It seems like my destiny is to suffer and help others from my suffering, so this is what I do, this is my small effort for humankind, to make a decent, positive difference and to see good come from the darkness, confusion and apathy all around us in these modern, material based society we all live in.
Due to a Character Assassination done locally on my public image few people accept help from me locally, so my attempts to help the world’s peoples has been rather successful. For example my Face book profile page has had this year over 900,000 likes. The pages I Admin have many, many thousands of Likes and are shared worldwide, so that is all good and gives me an idea that I am helping, and that is my life’s real work.
I don’t want to be known, I am not interested in fame as it tends to make people vain and prideful and I hate pride and vanity in myself very much. All I want to do is help.
Recently an organisation/charity I donate to wanted to thank me publicly, lost for an answerer (because of my deep desire for privacy etc, and I don’t donate for personal accolades, I just do it to help the less fortunate) but they wanted to use my name because it will hopefully inspire others to donate, so I agreed after much thought for them to use my name, but I still feel uncomfortable about it.
If we live to help others, and do it without measurement of what we have lost, we will make a difference, forget it, and move on making more positive differences to people and the world.
I was married and after a marriage made in hell, thankfully divorced and am now single, have been so since 2004. I have no desire to remarry now, I feel that my time has come and it is time to settle down to the single life and serve God and people as best as I can. My ex, the few times we have seen or contacted each other in the last 8 years of so have gotten on well, and we seem happy being apart.
Marriage was so much hell, so much suffering and hell that brought me anxiety, depression, that I am rather fearful to some degree of getting into a relationship anymore. In 2009 I met a much younger woman who would follow me around the store she lived in and finally I spoke to her and she and her family accused me of stalking her, she really put me off trying, and other than a few teachers who seemed interested but nothing ever came of this I am basically single forever methinks.
I deeply enjoy my alone time, but I deeply believe in marriage for others. The young need to have true deep loving relationships and if I can write anything to help them with that I feel deeply blessed and thankful that I was of any help to them at all.
I have been told many times that I have the gift of writing, so my aim is to make a difference reaching people’s hearts and souls and giving them what I have always dreamed of but will never have. Maybe in the mental state of knowing true love exists and not having it always has me writing better, more lovingly etc.
Lobo the singer once said that he always wrote better songs after a breakup with a woman, his heart sad, the song poured out and another hit song for the world to enjoy. I so deeply feel that love is there in the spiritual sense, not sex, because anyone can make us enjoy sex, but deep love, now that is an entirely different thing. Two people, man and wife, complete in there relationship, the loving mentally, physically and spiritually gentle the more the relationship grows in maturity.
The goal with marriage should always be maturity, growth in all areas, best friends of different genders as one, complete in their differences, quirks, talents and incompleteness, and always growing, changing, adapting to each other, compromising fairly and with concern and love for the other. It is all good because it is genuine love. No competing with each other, rather the opposite, both settling down with each other finding what they like in each other, delighting in the laughter, good times, and comforting and loving the other in the sad and hard times, together, forever, as one, neither owning the other, yet both belonging to each other.
All the best from
James M Sandbrook.
Monday, 2 September 2019, 12:24:52 pm.
Being Dad.
My Code Of Honor!
| This is a way of life, a way to lead your life and a way to be. This is a collection of rules the Sandbrook family live by. We have included them on this web site in case other people will consider using these rules in their life. The world has good and bad in it and this is our families attempt to use good for ourselves and everyone we meet. Here good will prevail over bad. Rules: You shall not steal, cheat or lie: Stealing, cheating and lying are negative and damaging effects on your life. We aim to not do these things so we better our lives and the lives of others. Never attack an unarmed foe: Fight with honor: Should you ever be in a position that you have to fight for yourself or someone else’s safety then do so with honor. Be fair even if the other person is not fair. Never hit anyone who is down and only fight to stop the fight no matter how much the other person has upset you. Fight for the ideals of your family, country, and chivalry: Should the occasion arise then fight for what you believe in. You shall not strike another person unless struck first: Keep yourself fit and ready to defend yourself and all that you believe in. You should never start an attack and never strike first. Use your common sense to try to talk yourself out of a situation. It is realistic to note that this cannot always be done, but you must try. Protect the innocent and help the poor: Innocent and poor people are sometimes needing protection, do your best to help these people. Help children as they are the people of tomorrow and defenseless: Children are small and defenseless, they need helping and looking after. Tomorrow’s people are todays children, the better we guide them the better the world will be for them and us. If we teach them good and truthful then we will be repaid in wonderful and truthful people in the future. Its common sense. Be kind to woman and men and show your respect: Respect people in general Treat animals fairly. Protect the innocent. Respect life and freedom for all. Always maintain your principles and word of honor. Put yourself in the other persons shoes before debating with them. Be an honorable husband/wife/father/mother. Teach yourself and all the members of your family a form of self defence. Set goals and teach your family how to set goals. Love people and learn from them. Treat woman fairly, but if she considers herself better than you then watch her carefully and treat her as you would a man. Honor and remember those who died for you and your country. Exercise regularly and eat good healthy food. Never be party to adultery. Be loyal to your friends and never leave them stranded, protect their honor as you would protect your own. Your friends should have the same honorable beliefs that you have. Do not despise nor harbor hatred for a foe, but remember them for what they are capable of and who they are – forever guard yourself and those you love from that foe. Make it a rule to always learn something new everyday. If you are a parent seek out new educational information then pass this onto your family members so all the family will learn and grow with the new found knowledge. Be kind to all those you meet and always be ready to speak nice things to all that you meet. Don’t say what you don’t mean. Written by James M Sandbrook. 23 – November 2002. |
Back when my daughters Tracy and Rachel were 4 and 3 years old Rachel was a little rascal and always getting into trouble. I got into the bad habit of yelling at her, then feeling disappointed that I was losing my temper at her.
When I was young I got a swot at the back of my head, the jug cord around the legs, ‘six of the best’ on my bare backside by dads leather belt, or whatever was at hand, this was all I knew of punishing a child but the more I yelled at her the more I felt horrible, deeply sad, and wrong – I was becoming desperate because I was really disliking myself.
I tried this and that, and then I found Father Forgets and it shook me deep into the soul and here in my home on a dark winters night I sobbed because I knew that I was expecting too much from my child and that I had no right to do so.
I had no one to turn to back then. I had asked my own mother for help and she said, “No!”, so I had to figure it all out myself.
The in-laws had threatened to take me to court for custody of the children and honestly I think if that had happened and they had won I would have finally flipped, I adored the girls and to lose them would have been devastating to my soul. I just couldn’t deal with not waking up each day to cook for them and to have them around. Father Forgets helped me do some serious waking up about parenting and being a father, and I realised what a great honour it was to have children to love, look after and care for, so I did my best.
“Father Forgets“
Inspirational Poem by W. Livingston Larned, as read by Dale Carnegie.
Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone.
Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me.
Guiltily I came to your bedside.
These are the things I was thinking, son:
I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor. At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, “Goodbye, Daddy!” and I frowned, and said in reply, “Hold your shoulders back!”
Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your pants. I humiliated you before your friends by marching you ahead of me to the house.
Pants were expensive-and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!
Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes?
When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. “What is it you want?” I snapped.
You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither.
And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.
Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me.
What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding-this was my reward to you for being a boy.
It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.
And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son.
I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!
It is feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours.
But tomorrow, tomorrow, I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: “He is nothing but a boy-a little boy!”
I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby.
Yesterday you were in your mother’s arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much son, too much.
“Father Forgets”
Inspirational poem by W. Livingston Larned
condensed as in “Readers Digest”
The Rapist – is he an example of the effects of feminism?
The claim is that the mother is the source of heartfelt love, compassion, healing and empathy in the family unit.
Surely a man wouldn’t hate women and want to cruelly hurt women, if his mother had shown the gentle love of a woman.
The woman who coldly terminates the life of the baby in her womb as a sacrifice for her lifeless career, what kind of love, compassion and empathy could she give her son when he needs a mother’s true love and understanding.
This leads the mind to the common sense that if the woman of the home is in fact apathetic, her son/sons will be as well to other women. Thus the cause of males like this (not all of them of course) is very probably Feminism. You cannot create love from being apathetic. You must be love to create love in your children. Also, if the mother is Feminist then so will her daughters be, and they will defend what a Feminist does and they will defend how their mother treated them and what their Feminist mother taught her.
This Homeowners Association where they all get together and demand you do this and that, and that if you don’t do as they demand they will punish you with a fine or whatever, is obvious dictatorship. You spent many years paying off your house paying rates, serving the community, being a good neighbour and these people come along and pick at you for small things like in this case seeing the trash cans. Yet society allows this. We cannot see dictatorship right in front of our own faces.
The “banality of evil” is a concept, popularized by Hannah Arendt, suggesting that evil deeds can be committed by ordinary people who are not inherently evil or malicious, but rather, are simply conforming to societal norms or following orders without critical reflection. This idea originated from Arendt’s observations of Adolf Eichmann’s trial, where he presented himself as a mere bureaucrat following instructions, rather than a monstrous figure
The Modern Adoration of One’s Enemies.
As far as I know after the second world war the women who were abused did not call men he evil ones, basically because there were plenty of very evil female followers of the Third Reich. So, we know that Hillary Clinton as such are evil, Clark, Jacinta, all on agenda’s that are very questionable and in the end they all feathered their own nests while those who they so-called served are still suffering. After all these and more Feminists being in power, all the Feminist leaders walk away wealthy and honoured by their faithful, but the woman’s suffering, domestic violence and such has never improved. These Feminist fake talked the talk, but did not walk the walk and they all demand respect and adoration.
This includes Obama, Bill Clinton and such.
The reason why modern selfish evil greedy women are not seen as evil or even bad is because like Whoopi, they gained popularity in the masses from Immature people who don’t see the obvious evil because they have no idea how to investigate, research, understand the policies and such, all they do is see “what they want to see” in the person who they vote for. This is why the very evil irrational nature of Feminism and Immature Liberal thinking exists and is held up on high by so many lost people.
These people are not just heir own enemy, they are the enemy of wholesome family living, they are the enemy of decency, honesty, empathy, compassion, and such, just one serious look at Whoopi Goldberg and her friends on TV, shows how they are Immature, uncontrolled, and refuse to be responsible for all the bad things that they do and say. Yet the likes of Whoopi are adored by many millions.
Women today don’t remember, because they were never taught or experienced, the good wholesome love and protection form a good decent man.
Women being the mothers of all the men today, how can they claim that men are ruthless and bad if they themselves helped formed those mens minds, unless they were not part of their own sons real upbringing, then on the other hand you have the over possessive mothers who over control their daughters and sons lives to the extent they even choose their daughter or sons partner, who she hopes to manipulate as well or control.
If the modern woman realised what she was losing by being a Feminist, she possibly would not have become a Feminist, but she would today not get a choice because Feminism is deeply in modern culture on TV, movies, and even children’s cartoons, some schools and so on.
Hannah Arendt said, “the real question to ask is, what will we lose if we win?” about Feminism.
The modern female has not had an understanding of what life would be for her if she were not a Feminist, and how much she would possibly enjoy by being a wholesome wife and mother. So, with nothing to compare with, and only one choice shoved in the modern child’s face, Feminism wins through pressure, peer pressure, and full immersion in all schools in all cultures.
This came about because many men see women as victims, gentle, mothers, daughters, and such, and while this is good, it also means that men can be so easily seduced, worked on, and then groomed to support the very courses that are bad for his own gender, children and life itself.
The modern male see’s porn, and many females acting very happy exposing their dark side and physical filthy parts and he assumes that this is a happy woman, he also assumes that if he does the filthy things that porn teaches him to women that they will love it as well, and that is not always the case, but on the other hand his instincts tell him that she should be a wonderful committed loving wife and good mother, but he does not get that, so he puts up with the modern Feminist unable to understand how it can be changed.
Also, as a child and all through his life like female,s he is never exposed to a different choice other than a having a modern feminist wife. How can he choose a decent woman if he has no idea what one is, and all he is encouraged to do by society is heavily associating the female body with pleasure and sexual fantasies. Both the modern female and male are groomed at a young age to accept, believe in and live happily with Feminism, its not a choice.
Because we have been given basically Two beliefs to Believe In, when we learn of the horrors of the Left there seems to be nowhere to go but to the Right/Conservatives, but the reality is that we can go Direct Middle, and that is not apolitical, because the beliefs are not Left, nor Right, nor a belief in anyone political, or educational, or titled and so on, because all of these are Social Norms brainwashed into our boundaries that we are trained/groomed to accept.
If we dislike the Left, we must rush to the Right and visa-versa, but real peace harmony and love is none of those, nor any religion, nor any cause, nor any beliefs that stem from the society we have come to believe is real life.
If we refuse to accept the Left or the Right, and refuse to Vote, we are assumed to be misinformed, having mental issues, lost in some delusional teachings or false doctrines, but definitely the conformers see us as unstable and they as acceptors of a fake society, as well informed, intelligent, capable, individuals, and not easily led.
And that is exactly how they were taught/groomed/educated to believe so that the Status Quo of the Commercial Materialistic Industry Social Norms can continue to exist.
You see, the Victims of slavery are the very one’s who uphold, protect, and continue the slavery, because the slavery is taught to them from birth to be “the only way, “the human way”, “Society”, “reality”, and as long as the slaves think that they are free they will die for that freedom (that is slavery), and they will indoctrinate their own children willingly to make them slaves as well to the exact same slave owners who are using, abusing and taking away their freedoms.
People can manipulate you easily if you run by a schedule. If you are on time everyday, for something, they can plan something for you, but to you it looks like something “out of the blue”, something unexpected by you, but you welcome it, as “they” expect you to welcome it, because they know you will think that it is God, or coincidence, or good lick, or whatever.
You habits, time schedule, things you do a lot of, and always around the same time, are what other people, manipulators can plan on, they can count on you being at a certain place at a certain time, they can plan on you choosing certain things because you always choose those certain styles, foods drinks and so on, so it is easy to prepare something for you that looks like a coincidental meeting, or add a drug to the drink type that you always order, and so on.
The less predictable you are, the harder it is for them to manipulate you. So, when you feel like ordering what you always get, get something else or go another way home, or do something different that you normally don’t do, choose another colour, drive a different car (they can add tracers to your usual car to follow you and see where you are going).
The more unpredictable you are the more the manipulators will find you confusing, and they will try to get you back to your owl habits, and making the old choices. Enjoy being different than your old self, think if these changes as exciting, fun, and watch the people around you who claim to love you, yet are upset that you are changing your regular schedule, or are not taking their suggestions and you are being spontaneous, but especially be wary if they use fears to convince you in to going back tot he old habits, schedules and such.
Learned Helplessness.
You may notice the way in which your cat and dog completely depend on you for everything. Food, water, comfy home, cuddles, health care, you offer it all, completely for free, all the cat and dog have to do is to remain loyal and stay with you.
This is what Learned Helplessness is.
Your animals have learned to rely on you for everything in their lives, they depend on you completely, and what you assume is love (and yes love is included – but as they see love, not as you see love), is actually dependency (the state of relying on or being controlled by someone or something else), a result of Life Change.
Animals have instinctive traits when they are born, and many they complete, but the human creature who has control over the house where the kittens are born immediately feeds and comforts the kittens. The kittens note that mother cat does not hunt, she does not act like a wild animal, and she eagerly rushes to the owner when she is hungry, so they all learn to be the same. As kittens they pretend to fight, hunt, stalk each other, and so forth, but once they become adult cats they give it all up for the comfort zone created by the house people.
The cat and the kittens never think of escape. They have it all, so there is no need to take risks, no need to fight, no need to chase mice or rats for food, and so there is no desire to escape, so they remain agreeably captive, they love the people who keep them captive, and they grow fat, useless to their race, unable to complete their life-task on Earth, and unable to cope in the real world because humans do everything for them.
The kittens have grown into adult cats that are completely unable to cope in the world as the wild cats of the past or who exist in the countryside. The domestic cat is a slave to its own dependent nature on the human being to provide everything for them. The cats cannot cope, nor can they hunt for their own food, nor do they hunt or scavenge food, they simply have no idea how and they don’t need to learn or try, so they don’t.
The mother cat is helpless without the owner. She will catch the odd bird from time to time, and that is why whole dead bird is found on the property, but she completely relies on the house person to feed her to the extent that the drive to hunt is eliminated and she tends to be chubby, stay at home, content and has no need to hunt. The kittens become what the mother is, totally relying on the people of the house for all their needs.
In some places around the world the cats are called “Indoor Cats”, they very seldom ever leave the house and they seldom ever venture outside of the house, they are completely protected and controlled by those humans that live in the house.
If they do go outside they go outside with their protectors, the humans, some on leashes, both dogs and cats, completely incapable of being the dogs and cats they were born to be, because they have learned how to become completely helpless without their humans.
In the wild they would have learned to stalk animals for food, in captivity they have learned to remain helpless, unable to hunt for food, unable to cope without the humans, unable to think for themselves, unable to choose where they want to live If they do the humans get upset and take them back home to the prison they were trying to leave), unable to be an animal, and instead because they have learned to be Helpless, they have lost the ability to seek freedom, or to think freedom, or to visualize what freedom is like, where it is, or to see it and recognize it.
Learned Helplessness is when they have been taught, comforted, provided for, and groomed to be helpless – unable to save themselves.
Cats and Dogs Mental health
if you look on the likes of YouTube all those crazy videos of cats and dogs freaking out and doing weird crazy things?
This is because the animals are actually and truthfully going insane being Unnatural while living in a trained captivity that is completely unnatural to the animal, and also not being able to cope as an animal in the wild as they were born to be.
Part of the problem Moses had with the people who he was trying to free from captivity was that they wanted to go back to captivity because they found that being outside of their comfort zone scared them, they knew not how to live, or to focus on survival, or how to get food, or cook that food, because in captivity they were supplied with all that they needed, and even though they were being abused they still wanted captivity back because they were so used to people doing everything for them, being fed, clothed, making their decisions, and feeling wanted and needed.
Your animals, by you, are heavily encouraged to be lazy, to stay in captivity, and in fact, you are so insecure when the cat disappears for a few days you panic, but the cat is fine just going out there in the real world to explore. But the cat will come back very fast when fear (real or imagined) creeps in their minds, or there is a possibility of a threat.
Captivity in your house is not the cats or dogs natural habitat, thus the animals struggles to stay sane, to cope or remain mentally stable.
Vets will tell you that today’s cats have mental issues, they suffer from stress, heart issues, and so on.
Humans laugh at the animal freaking out over normal everyday human objects or our human ways, because to the human it is obvious what it is that upsets the cat, but cats don’t think like we do, so the poor mentally suffering cat has no idea what you have in the house or why you do the crazy things that you do.
Human beings don’t really understand animals, and that is why we drive them crazy.
The Great Melting Pot Lie!
I had a disagreement years ago of people of all races being mixed in schools. Now, while it may seem an amazing thing, there would be no greater way of destroying all the future generations of all races except the white English races, because that’s what the schools are – so as generation and generation of students are pushed through the mental-blender, they don’t come out African Blacks, or Maori, or Samoan, they all come out as Commercial White English thinkers in different colours. The so-called Melting Pot is destroying cultures and one day the Samoans will forget their pasts except in some once a year celebrations, same as the other races, and the white supremacy will finally win.