Suicider? Read this first … I know … but read it anyway.

(from Q and A Session 1)<- read if you don’t believe; cruise my posts, okay?  Not ‘normal’ here – been where YOU are at many times for long, long years. NOT a religious man until about 7 days ago.  Come: See us sing our song; see if you don’t see life – and if not – see bottom of page.

If I commit suicide … what happens? Depends. God doesn’t want you to commit suicide – but he Understands – and yes, Dorothy: total, infinite forgiveness. You will ‘be healed’ of your pain: meaning all “THIS” mess ‘goes away’, if need be – only to be fed back to you. Yup, you got it. Recycle bins for us that don’t … quite . . . get the lesson. And yes, dear children: we ALL have many lessons to learn. But God would like you to graduate at the ‘end’ of your ‘natural lifetime’ (yeah, he might take you ‘early’ – for reasons, meaning yeah, that car wrecks, you get mugged and shot – that ‘quick’ pain of ‘unplugging’, or the ‘long’ pain of disease to teach YOU a little more before you ‘move on’. But God would rather you remain in school and NOT try to skip class a little early. After all: you’ve got grand lessons to to learn; and . . . well, then. Lets just say a lot of love not only to FIND, but to be FELT. Feel mo’ better? If not, give me a ring (says God) – or give me a ‘call’ via the ‘post-it’ box at the bottom – and WAIT until I can get to you (I DO look at those comments, ya know! Specifically for YOU!)  Until then, remember: when all becomes hopeless and the world dark, do this: hang on to the hope for some hope someday. Okay? Work for you? Did for me. Kept me alive for many long years. Come here.

((((((Big safe warm friendly cuddly hug nothing dangerous here)))))

Feel better? I hope you can feel my love. And trust me: it will get better, someday (softly singing the Oz tune: Dorothy: “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”) Here: to make you feel better:  We cried when WE watched it – first time in 40 years – not from sadness, either.  There were/are no words, okay hon?  Just watch, feel yourself, listen to the inner child . . . and maybe, someday – we’ll all feel better.  Love you.  There.  Said it – and mean it, okay?  Peace and love, hon, really… now click, it’ll take you to youtube, and watch ….. (soft smile of sadness, knowing what you are going through, hon.)

  • You might also want to see:
  • The Tree –   as well as the link at the top of this blog.  Peace, hon. WE all love you (JW, Group et al).
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    About jeffssong

    JW is an adult childhood abuse survivor with DID*. He grew up in a violent family devoid of love and affection. He is a military brat and veteran. He no longer struggles with that past. In 1976 JW began writing "The Boy". It took 34 years to complete. It is currently on Kindle ( ), or if you prefer hard copy, on Amazon ( JW resides somewhere in the deep South. He is disabled and living with family. Note: Please feel free to take what you need; all is free to all. With that in mind, keep it that way to others. Thank you. We have 3 Blogs - One for our younger days, 0-10 (The Little Shop of Horrors); one for our Teen Alter and his 'friends' (also alters) with a lot of poetry; and finally "my" own, the Song of Life (current events and things)
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