Chapter 1
Generational Bondage
Most people have never even heard of Generational Bondage. That is because now days people turn to Psychiatrist and Psychologist, they have a term more commonly know as dysfunctional. But before, Psychiatrist and Psychologist even existed the Bible had it diagnosed as Generation bondage. People spend thousands of dollars a year to find out what the Bible will tell you for free.
I know you probable think it’s hidden in all those parables that each person seems to interpret differently. But, no it is one of the most understandable part of the bible in fact in Exodus 20:5-6 “for I the lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me. And shewing mercy unto thousands of them who that love me and keep my commandments.” What are the characteristics of a dysfunctional family? Adultery’s, deceitful, envies, disrespectfulness, thieving, vainful speech, and homicidal, every thing the Ten Commandments tells not to do. What does a life with all that cause? Problems with problems that make regular routine virtually impossible, which is the definition of a dysfunctional family.
So, the next time you need to be told that your lying, cheating, stealing, disrespecting, cussing, fighting, and jealous self, is why you are having so many problems, read the Ten commandments. It takes about five minutes and it doesn’t cost any thing
As you know, Dysfunction, or Generational Bondage is usually passed generation to generation. The only way to stop it is to Change your life style, and teach it to your children before it is too late. The world tells us to “straighten the tree, while it is still little, before it gets to big to bend. ”The Bible tells us in Proverb 22:6 “Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not part from it” We all know when a baby is born he is like a computer with no programs. His little eyes absorb every little detail in his environment, programming his self accordingly. And just like 99% of the time it is not the computer, but human era. So are children, if there is a problem usually it is the parent’s programming and not the child. In fact the other 1% is always defects. So, there we have another rip off. Parents spend thousands more dollars taking their children to Psychiatrist and, or psychologist to get told, “see you next time” until the Insurance run out or till the child gets grown. Then the Psychiatrist or Psychologist suddenly agrees with them, because now, they are the Insurance holder. Psychiatrist only can fix the 1% who’s Problems are cause by defect. The ones who have been programmed with dysfunction or general bondage can only fix their selves by reprogramming their selves. This can only be done if the person realizes then Admits to having bad morals or having being a sinner. Psychiatrist and Psychologist don’t tend to say, “Hey, the reason you having problems is because all lying, cheating, drunk, drugged-up, hell-raising, whores and whoremongers do.”
That would be like a painter telling a homeowner it would be smarter to just forget painting and call a guy who does Siding.
Let me get it clear, I not saying don’t go to Psychiatrist or Psychologist. If you are physically addicted to any drug or have any chemical imbalance you need a Psychiatrist. I am talking about Dysfunctional problems or generational bondage. I refer to problems like your wife doesn’t know if you’re the father of her baby, Your stepson got you daughter from your third marriage pregnant when she was on a weekend visit, your sixteen-year old from your second marriage, just ran away with a guy she met on the Internet to Iran to get married; And to top it all off the love of your life who is the best friend of your wife is calling it quits because you wife fount a exotic massage card in your wallet with a name and number. Do you really think that pill for anxiety will fix all of this?
There is only one thing that will fix a problem, and this one thing can fix any problem. The thing is love. If you love everyone you will be free from bandage or dysfunction. If you really love every one you will not lie, steal, cheat, envy, disrespect, fight, or kill. So, rather you believe the bible or not. The moral concept is the same to love or at least respect people and teach your children to do the same. If we did this Dysfunction or Generational Bondage would not be in our families. When you love or at least respect people you will not do the thing that cause all the problems. Learning to love and respect people are hard to do. It is a long process. That is why most people are dysfunctional, for best results start the training at birth.
The only book I have ever read that teaches how to break Generational Bondage or Dysfunction is the bible. There are many books that explain who, when, and, why. But never have I ever read a book or met a Psychiatrist or psychologist that tells how to break dysfunction. Psychiatrist is into “you are the only one who can make your self happy, you have to do what makes you happy.” So, if giving your children up for adoption, to start over and go live your fantasy, as a sexy striper, is what would make you happy, is that really what you should do? I have known people who spend thousands of dollars to destroy their lives, by doing what made them “happy.” See, if you go to Psychologist because you think your husband is not paying you any attention, and takes you for granite. What makes you happy at that day and time might not be what will bring you contentment for the rest of your life?
They are a lot of people who grow old all alone all because they were more concern with what they wanted and what made them happy. And not with what is morally right? Usually what is morally right will bring long term happiness to all involved. Psychologist, are only concern with what makes the one who makes the appointment happy.
So, how do you destroy Dysfunction or Generational Bondage? I personally came from one the most horrible, longest line of dysfunction. And the only way I could stop all the problems was through a book. Basic Instruction Before Leaving Earth better known as the Bible. It gave me ten rules that when followed brought structure and balance to my life. Most of all it taught me how to love and have compassion for others. Compassion can help you understand other people and when you understand why people do what they do, problems can be compromised instead of confrontational. People who do not understand each other go in an unending circle around and around never compromising. I personally feel each and every problem in this world is from one or all involve not being considerate. Sometime the selfishness can manifest with in a person that the person can only image their end of the deal and sees the other person’s side but has no sympathy. The bible teaches you how to love people and love teaches understanding. The only ways to even begin to fix what happen Sept 11,2001 from ever happening again is love and understanding. It doesn’t matter what religion you are, the moral concept is the same. If, we learn how to love each other, including our self, we can effectively understand each other. And then truly begin to compromise, in a way that will benefit all mankind everywhere.
To begin my story would be to start explaining my own family Generational Bondage or dysfunction. Well, I believe the dysfunction began when my great-grand mother and her sister was sold off as slaves. My great-grand mother and her sister were ½ Indian and ½ white. The chief would not accept them and the whites would but only as slaves. The full details of abuse were never really discussed, but the little I hear was enough to get an Idea. I was told that when they were children my Great-grandmother’s sister would pee-pee the bed. Her punishment was to be tied up by her feet to hang, while her panties were rung-out in her mouth, followed by a lashing. Is was later suspected her pee-peeing to bed was due to kidney problems since she died around 19-20 years old due to kidney failyer. By that time they had married who knows for money are not, so my Great-grandmother was left with her sister’s 3 babies. My great- grandmother had a slue of children her self so many I could not even count. I remember at least eight of them I have met.
One of those children grew up and married my grand- father and had my mother. While she was a child they lived in Corprist Christy. My grandfather owed a gas station and did a lot of barding with fishermen. One day the feds came and collected their taxes. It’s joked they even took the fish, freezer and all. So, the family moved to Alabama where my great-grandmother still lived. My grandfather was said to always be drunk so was my grandmother. I know I remember them hiding their “stash” from each other. I can remember myself my grandmother stumbling into the woods taking a drink then looking at me putting her finger to her mouth shhhhhhh don’t tell your paw-paw where I hide my “stash”.
So I can believe what all their children say about when they were growing-up.
My mother claims when she was about 15 years old she used to go skating where she met a man (a man) about 24 years old. He had made the move on her once or twice but she told him not until she was married. So he asked her to marry him. She told him no, she was only 15 and she wanted to go to school and be a scientist. Later that night her and a girlfriend went back to my mother’s house. When they arrived my grandmother was nowhere to be found. My mother figured she could be fount somewhere near her ”stash”. Right before they got to where she hid her “stash” my mother said she fount her mother faced down in a creek drowning. She said right then and there was when she decided to marry that man her first husband. She said she figure moving to Virginia with him would be a good way to get a way from all the alcoholics. My mother says all she did was jump from the frying pan into the fire. She says as soon as they got married she got pregnant and he never came home. So she said she had to come home after the baby was born to keep them from starving to death. My Grandparents still lived in Alabama and well, even back then jobs in Alabama were scares. A friend of my grandfather had a friend that had a farmhouse in Brooks Georgia and would let him live there with his family if he would agree to move there and go to work for him. They Did.
Wasn’t long till all the drunks of Brook fount out about my grandfathers “ hang out”. My mother said she got tired of all the drunks fooling with her and my grandmother was mean to her. So, my mother called up some friends out in Texas where she was raised. She planned on having a job out in Texas when she got there but after going out there she ended up stranded with no job. Good thing she left my sister with all the drunks she says. If you ask me, one is about as worst as the other. My mother said that’s when she hooked up with a carnival that traveled the border of Mexico. My mother didn’t have her own trailer so she lived with the owner of the carnival and his wife. After getting settled in she called up her sister, which is my aunt. My aunt said she had gotten a job over the summer and that my grandfather refused to pay for her any school clothes. She said he said that she had a job she could pay for her own. My aunt said she wasn’t going to school any more if he didn’t pay her school clothes like he did for the others.
So, my mother invited her to come work with her at the carnival. Wasn’t long after that they were picking up my aunt at the bus station.
My aunt ended up an alcoholic and pothead like everyone else in my family. My aunt, Uncle, and my mom use to get together on the weekends drink, smoke pot and talk about their past. I would just listen. I listened for clues because I planned to try to find my father one day. They would tell stories about how after the carnival closed they’d cross the border to party. They were so many Mexicans they talked about who could keep up.
I always fount the one about them trying to smuggle booze back in to states very amusing. Imagine, my aunt was 14 years old and in a Mexican prison. My mother was only 16 or 17. My aunt left the carnival before my mother did because my mom and her got in a fuse. So, one day, when the carnival left for a new border town my aunt left for home.
Sometime after my aunt left, the carnival my mom was with, hooked-up with another carnival to make a big carnival. That’s when she met a 40-year-old Italian man who had just got out of a state prison. She says he made eyes at her from the beginning but she wasn’t interested because he was old. Late one night my mother and the wife of the owner of the carnival that my mother worked for got in a fight. She accused my mother of having an affair with her husband; my mom got thrown out in the cold. She wasn’t out in the cold long because that 40 year-old ex-con had a trailer. My mom claims he raped her but she had to stay with him because she had nowhere else to live. She also said she never loved any of her husbands like she did this Italian, so go figure. I guess that might be why my aunt says my mom love abusive men and like being mistreated. After a month of staying in this Italian guy’s trailer she got pregnant with me. She claimed I am from the Italian guy who raped her while living with him, the man she loved more than life it’s self. I always wondered if she only was with him a month, sleeping with the boss man and parting with the Mexicans in Mexico how could you possible know. Any way the Italian she blamed it on told her that she needed to go home to have the baby and that he would come for her after she had the baby. He gave a time and date and place to meet at approximately 9 ½ months later where they would meet. So she went home with another baby and no husband.
While my mom was pregnant she continued to smoke pot, drink, and do acid. In fact, the drugs mixed with the demonic books she read caused my mother to go crazy. She began to believe I was the baby of Satin. She thought for sure I was going to be a boy, and that my name was going to be Damian, but when I came out a girl I was named Dierdre. If you think being born to a drug- crazy mama who thinks you the devil’s daughters is bad, imagine being born mixed to a white mama in Brooks, Georgia in 1974. My grandmother still to this day aint too pleased with me. I will always be less in her eyes. It has always been told that when I was born my grandmother went to the nursery and asked to see the Bonds baby when the nurse pointed at me, she said no Bond’s baby my daughter is white that is a black baby. The nurse said I am sorry but that is the only Bonds baby we have. People say, that my grandmother ran screaming and cussing all the way down the hall saying my mother was the nastiest bitch! That isn’t an Italian baby that’s a nigger baby! Well, I guess she isn’t as mean as she could have been she let us live with her. My mom couldn’t handle all the drunks just like before so soon my mother was ready to leave again so she got her brother Sherman to take her where she was support to meet the ex-con Italian. He never showed up, what did you expect? This isn’t a fantasy love novel with a white knight to come rescue us. Instead, there is welfare
When my grandmother wouldn’t take me in and let her just leave another baby and take off to Texas and who knows where else. She went and put in for a Government apartment. I guess that’s why my mother always blame me, the devils daughter for ruining her fun because I am the reason she got tied down. It is easy to get rid of a white baby but a mixed baby that’s whole other ball game
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