Protective Hands: +7: (Unedited): 05 July 2018:

Fear not and worry not. For you have already been saved and are safe in the protective hands of your Heavenly Father.
C.J.MacKechnie
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Do not worry. Do not allow fear to guide the dark creativity of your own mind. When you worry and are fearful, know that the Holy Bible and prayer are far from you. The Holy Bible tells all of the promises for the true children of God. Those who have only attended church for all of their live may only have judgement waiting for them. Go and read how the children of God are known. Go and seek what the children of God do out of the overflowing of love which just seems to spring forth from them. Then ask yourself if you are one and if you answer without any pride, ego, arrogance, supremacy or entitlements, then go in peace and comfort in the truth. However, if your reputation in the world is different than in the church, then know that God shall be your judge and not your Heavenly Father.
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Anchor Safe Harbor: (Unedited): 05 July 2018:
Rest assured and anchor yourself in the Lord. For only He can promise you safe harbor through any hell storm.
C.J.MacKechnie
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When you continuously anchor yourself in the Lord no matter what may come to you or even how your end may come, the real you which is the spiritual you will be safe. No matter what hell befalls you from satan or his fallen angels, you are safe in the Lord. All you have to do is continue to seek righteousness and holiness. All you have to do is repent of all sins, pray always, fast often and remain in the Holy Bible. Let all of your actions be sourced from the river of love which flows through you from your Heavenly Father.
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Victim Distracted Away: (Unedited): 05 July 2018:
You may become a victim to the lies, deceptions and half-truths told to you when you allow yourself to become distracted away from the Holy Word.
C.J.MacKechnie
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All that you hear, see and experience must be taken into prayer, fasting and the Holy Bible. Even what I write must be taken to the Holy Word, into prayer and into fasting if necessary, every time.
Anything which keeps you away from reading the Holy Bible, from prayer, from fasting, from meditating upon the Lord, from contemplating those things which came from the Lord, is all a distraction to keep you away from God by your own free will. Yes, the prince of this Earth and his fallen angels are manipulating you.
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Hollywood Holy Word: (Unedited): 08 July 2018:
Hollywood is a time consuming distraction from The Holy Word.
C.J.MacKechnie
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Hollywood is all about people pretending to be who they are not in order to tell a story which may not have happened and if it did happen then deceptions will be added to make the story better and more exciting.
What about your favorite sports? How much time does it take you away from God by your own free will? What about gaming? How much time does it take you away from God by your own free will? Then what about the sin you assume in sports or gaming? Has your favorite sport become a god or idol? Has your favorite computer game led you to kill and murder and destroy? Aren't killing and murder and destroying all sins, especially for the fun of it and for the entertainment of it all? Remember, Jesus said if you already thought to sin, then you already committed the sin, even in gaming.
How about that Man Cave? How does it keep you away from God? Have the liquor bar in it as well? Have the war games playing? How many digital beings have you killed off in fun?
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Victim Sidetracked From: (Unedited): 05 July 2018:
You may become a victim of a powerful delusion when you allow yourself to become sidetracked from the truth within the Holy Bible.
C.J.MacKechnie
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The powerful delusion is sent by God to his children. If you allow yourself to become sidetracked for a time by your own free choices in life. Then you will fall victim to His powerful delusion. It is tough to decide to always read the Holy Bible, to pray, to meditate, to contemplate, especially when those awesome Marvel or Star Wars movies are always coming out, especially when you only watch that one or three shows every week after working how many hours and how many jobs. Did you know that the wisest people on the planet pray about 4+ hours a day? This is not because they have to, but because they want to. You have to want to and want to from the Love in your heart.
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Keep You Away: (Unedited): 05 July 2018:
The lies, deceptions and half truths from satan and his fallen angels are all meant to cause you harm and to keep you away from your Heavenly Father.
C.J.MacKechnie
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Yes satan and his fallen angels lie, deceive and tell half-truths always. It is all directed toward those who are focused or living as God wants them to. You are his targets. I tell you this - if you were an avowed, unbelieving person of the world sinning how ever you freely choose to, satan and the fallen angels are not going to pay any attention to you. Satan and the fallen angels already have you or them owned. This is why all of satan's efforts are for people just like you and me.
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Powerful Delusion Gift: (Unedited): 05 July 2018:
The powerful delusion given to the whole world from God is an insightful gift for those who have the spiritual gift of discernment from God. This gift is for His genuine children who love Him and keep all of His commands. For from this powerful delusion His children will know who the shepherds, sheep, snakes, goats and wolves are. 
C.J.MacKechnie
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Again go a seek out how the children of God are recognized. Then freely choose to become one of God's holy and righteous children. Become obedient to all of God's commands not because you have to, but because you want to and because you love your heavenly Father and desire to please Him as any good child would.
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Distracted From The Truth: (Unedited): 05 July 2018:
Anytime you get worried and fearful, know that you have been distracted away from the truth of the Holy Word. For your Heavenly Sanctuary has already been promised to you. So seek ye now the Holy Word and remain within its assurances. 
C.J.MacKechnie
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For instance, with prophecies it is easy to get worried, fearful and concerned when looking into all of the coming prophecies.The prophecies of anything is not what is important. It is whether or not you have become a genuine son or daughter to God. This is the most important thing. What is also of critical importance is how you're living your life right now. Is your spiritual life pleasing to God? Is your mental life pleasing to God? Is your heart life pleasing to God? Is your life in the world pleasing to God? Is your computer life pleasing to God? Is your professional life pleasing to God? Is your private and secret life pleasing to God? Is your social life pleasing to God?
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Go and sin no more.

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To avert all of the coming bad and sad prophecies. We each must decide to do the following everyday, every hour, every minute and every second.

To Love one another.

To live in peace with everyone.

To exist in harmony with all.

To Cherish all life.

To be obedient to the Laws of God.

To become righteous and holy by the accepting eyes of God only.

All without any pride, ego, arrogance, supremacy and entitlements.
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Fogs Freedom (R-Edited) 25 march 2012

In the darkest times of your life, when danger's death surrounds you, keep your head and do not fear the fog as it envelopes you like a protective blanket. For the fog will confuse that which lurks for you, enabling you to find the light of freedom and safety.
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As a child I was often locked in a closet. This was usually after getting beaten, sometimes knocked out. This went on for about 5 years. Then I was thrown into the small closet near the front door of our Clearwater home. I can still remember in the beginning where I would go into an absolute hysterical  panic in the darkness with those unknown things touching me everywhere. I would pass out on the floor with my face close to the door trying to breathe air. Over time, I came to realize that it was a place where no one was hurting me. I came to realize this was a safe place. Once my adoptive mother realized that there wasn't any psychological effect in locking me in the closet anymore, she stopped the practice and began other, more subtle psychological attacks. 

Any where you are or any place you are there may be fog. That fog may be easily seen with your eyes or may be from the absence of reasonable and logical thinking processes. Just stop for a moment and get your brain back in order. Start thinking reasonably, logically and objectively. Yes, those three words are similar but they are also very different. Either way, become sensibly aware of the inherent truth around you. Am I damaged? Am I still being hurt? Free yourself with proactive objective logic and get help. Immediately. As in right now. ASAP.  

I remember my tree. Yep, it's my camphor tree. I discovered it late one night. It had all of these tentacles and I knew it was a place of great danger. Well, I was the Bat-man on my black Webco bike. So, I proceeded into the darkness and fog of mind to investigate the thing. I knew I was fast and quick. After all, the mom hadn't killed me yet, really. So I protected the bike by setting it down a safe distance away and began a perimeter search to gain a safe entry through the long hairs (tall grass) of this monstrous beast, apparently sleeping. It will never know what hit him. Noiselessly I move through the tall grass and break through the hidden inside perimeter. There it is, a huge hulking creature which in that moment I knew could easily defeat the evil Godzilla-the destroyer of Japan. 

I am so close I could touch it. I stop to listen and heard absolutely nothing. Then I swiftly attack the heart of this great tentacled beast. The maw at the heart of the beast was closed. I sat quietly and fell into a rarely experienced deep sleep. The morning was old and my bike easily seen in the already warm sun. 

I visited my camphor tree often. Slept in it when it was too dangerous for me to be home. I took my last girlfriend there for our first kiss. Nothing ever happened to me at that tree. It is almost like GOD put that tree there as my personal safe place. I recently visited my tree. Many of the branches have been cut away. The cradle in the center of the tree is still there. If you ever visit please pray for my tree and thank it for keeping at least one child safe. 

John
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We were going to the Pinellas County fair in the early 1970's. WooHoo. Excitedly my mom said I didn't need anything to eat or drink. I was hungry and thirsty. I remember that part. I should have been suspicious. But, Dad was going too. I should have been suspicious because he never wanted to do anything with me, or was that be seen with me? Either way is true. I just wanted to be with them. To be together. Mom declared all of her threats, which were going to be real regardless. Going to the fair and riding the rides was worth it.
We got there in downtown Largo, FL. All of the rides could be easily seen. There were happy people everywhere. I remember it was a hot day. They walked and walked fast. I was telling them I wanted a Coke many times. For some odd reason I just could not keep up. Then they were in the crowd ignoring my cries. Then they were gone and I was lost.  It was the whole world who could not keep up with me. Then I could see myself grab a hold of a hand. Instant darkness.
I started to wake up inside of a tent. The nurses were there and needles were in my arm. It was foggy and blurry. My mom and dad came into the tent and the nurses were really angry. We went home and I laid down in the back seat. End of memory.
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I came home from school. Snuck into the house and found my mother passed out in her chair. Her Scotch and water was nearly empty. The ice was still intact, which meant I could watch a little T.V. Channel 44 WTOG in their bedroom. I knew I would be trapped if she woke up angry. I didn't hear her get up. The show must have been really good. Maybe it was Batman. Then there she was in the door. She lunged at me with that absolute look of evil on her face. It was time to run or just fall out of the chair. Headed toward the wrong end of the bedroom, I ran into her walk-in closet. This was not smart as I closed her folding doors behind me and dove into a back corner of the closet. She came in - in a rage. She search and yelled. Moved and kicked boxes. Then began to calm down as she could not find me. I remained perfectly still. She walked out in search of me. I could hear her get very worried. But it was a different kind of worry which did not involve me. I could hear her call for me everywhere in the house, saying all of the doors are chain locked. She made anther drink and went to her pill cabinet. I waited until it was quiet and made my escape to the outdoors. 

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On another day I was yet again in her room watching T.V. I had become so brazen that I knew I could escape her clutches and beatings. She caught me again. This time I ran toward the closet and she was close. I ran across her bed and dove like a quick cat behind the wicker framed couch in the livingroom. It was the kind of couch with four pillows tied to the frame for the back and four to sit on. There is nothing else. Just a frame and pillows a yucky brown and gold with flowery flowers of some kind. I made the quick right hand turn and dove behind the couch and into the frame. She saw me and picked up the entire couch and easily moved it to the side. All the while screaming her very real threats. She didn't see me and thrust the end of the couch forward and dropped it. Proclaiming she had me. She moved to the other wall to get me and I was not there. She got worried when she could not find me. She looked all around for me and still could not find me. I could hear her in the kitchen, making her drink and getting her pills. Then she went into her bedroom and closed the door. I waited a minute and quietly came out of the couch and outside into the daylight.
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Those two escape are just a few that I remember. The majority of the time I was beaten and knocked out. in the beginning I would just come to her for the beatings, then just figured out it doesn't matter.
I remember I had set up my quick exits and opened the doors and windows. It was a beautiful day. Mom was angry for some reason and as usual dad was not around, because when dad was around she would beat on him. I was in the guest room. This was an off-limits room. We had a custom-made bar which was built by my dad and the stereo was there too. I just wanted to listen to the radio (WLCY). Well, I got myself trapped and made it to the hallway. I was at a run when I approached the sliding glass door I had opened earlier. It wasn't open. Well, I woke up in the small closet.
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The Birthday parties. Christmas. Easter and even a Family wedding. They were all very traumatic events for me. Why would I say that. It is because before the each event I was always threatened. Which every time was followed up with beatings and more very bad words. I always did something wrong. I could never do anything right. Ever.
I remember my last birthday party. We were all sitting around a table bout to eat tomato soup. My mom had given everyone their soup and I was last. She was telling everyone how hot it was as she accidentally spilled the hot soup onto my arm. My skin began to roll up into what looked like a bracelet. I vaguely remember some whispered choice words for my mom from the other adults.  I had a cast on my arm for a long time. Was it my fault? Was it her fault? To much time has passed for me to remember correctly. Although, the faded scar still remains on my arm to this day.
When you teach a child about Santa Claus. What is the worst thing you can tell a kid? Think for a minute about the Christmas build-up. For me it was always the threat build-up. Then the beatings prior to Christmas seemed to also ramp up a bit. After Christmas, Everything changed. It was almost like the day was unimportant. Mom and dad seemed uninterested in the openings of gifts. The only gift I got for my Birthday was my black Webco Bike. With it. I had my freedom of escape. I could always get onto my bike which I left under my bedroom window and just be gone into the darkness. Which when it was to dangerous for me to be at home. I was gone, until that fateful day when the Clearwater Police finally caught me. They were never really after me as much as they wanted to make sure I was alive and unharmed. For a kid who did not understand that. The cops were after me.
There I was watching to horrible horror movies at the old drive in theater. I had two speakers on my handle bars. Listening in stereo. Yea, It was cool. The last movie got really gross. Something about eating people with your underarm pits. So, I put up the speakers and Went zooming out of the exit as fast as possible. Across the street was sitting Clearwater police. They never paid me no mind before, But this time. His lights went on. The chase was on. I knew he had no chance in catching me. Because, If I could make it to the woods. I was gone and I made it to the woods. Got into my neighborhood. Very quiet. Made the quick stop to observe the pointed cross of Clearwater Christian Church and then glided down hill to my street. It is very late at night. As I made the silent Left hand turn onto my street. There they were. Several Police cars in my front yard. The K9 dog in one squad car barked and scared me. I began to approach the house and an officer asked if I was me. I said yes. Then he told me to put my bike away and come with him. I sat in his front seat. He showed me his light buttons and tried to impart some wisdom. That today, I wish I could remember. All I knew and was thinking. I was going to jail and all of those bad awful things my mom had told me was absolutely true. It had to be. They didn't go to jail. Only me. That was my first night in Florida Foster Care. Spending part of the night in Pinellas County Juvenile Detention Center in isolation. The isolation room was for my protection. But, no one told me. All see through glass and it was cold.
The very first shelter home was the next morning after court. No one spoke to me that I remember. I guess everyone just agreed that I was to dumb to understand and I didn't. I spent about 3 months in a shelter home. Told to always be quiet. No school. Just silent and alone with another 10 or so kids who were also being silent and alone.
They had a trampoline and we took turns in pairs. So as long as we were quiet as in silent. I received a gift from my dad. An Am/FM radio in which I could listen to WLCY radio. The radio was stolen after about a week and the shelter parents didn't seem to care about it. 
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This section is supposed to be positive and inspiring.
This will grow as I remember other stories of my childhood. They are not very pleasant. No matter what the fog is in your life, the trials and tribulations, there is an end to it all. There always is. For former foster kids, they seem to just exist or live as though all of the abuse and tortures endured are still happening or are about to. Once you are free of your abusers, you are free. Do not go back to those places where you endured all of that, not even within your own mind. Just know that all of the abuse and torture you have endured and survived was never about what you did or did not do. It was never even about you. It was about them, your parents or other family members. It was about those foster parents who did terrible things to you and then blamed it all on you. Yep, even the counselors blamed you. You were always the guilty one. All of that is done and gone. Now, just look up into the sky and know the whole of it is now yours. You are free. You are free. You are free.
Now is the time to plan your future. A good future. Not a future as statistically predicted by the FBI. A future that you plan by your own free choices. I know you probably do not have as much of an education as you should have gotten. But that is alright. Start to get your education right now. Then go to college and get your degrees. Yes, plural. Do not allow your own mind to tell you that you are too far behind and it is impossible or too hard, which is absolutely wrong. You're not going to risk dying just by going to college. Going to school for you will just be mildly difficult to tedious. The hard part is behind you. The impossible is behind you and you conquered it already. You are the victor. As the victor you get to march off in victory. Typically former foster kids become homeless, imprisoned or become a member in the unaccepted cultures of society. You do not have to be any of those things that are a part of those negative cultures. Yes, they will accept you, but you will continue to witness a great variety of negativeness and harmful living, which usually results in poor quality of life and a short life span.
Now is your time to create and make your own future of which you can be proud, a future which will further define to your tormentors just how much they failed in life. You can achieve all according to your own will and intentions. Go forth. Work hard and work smart without cessation. Then maybe you can have that home of your own with a family of your own. When you do, I bet your very own children won't become abused or tortured as you have been.
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