"Free people don't ask permission." Lately, I keep hearing that phrase over and over and over again. I heard it on RSBN's coverage of the (banned) Trumparilla Boating Event. I heard Dave say it forcefully on Sunday's X22 Report. I hear it from you. I hear it from Michael. "When you're free, you just do. You don't shilly-shally around asking permission. You don't ask, 'May I?' You just DO what you want, when you want, where you want, how you want, whenever you want."
That blows my ever-loving mind! I mean...WOW! I was raised to always ask permission. Usually, the answer was "no." To this day, I have to consciously remind myself, "Lenora, this is your blog. As long as it's true, you can write whatever the Hell you want about anything and anyone."
Unless you've lived under iron-fisted control, the concept of Freedom should be normal to you. If you've always enjoyed the blessing and God-given right of Freedom, you may even (God forbid!) take it foregranted.
I'm not in your boat.
Until 2011/2012 I was only granted tiny crumbs of Freedom. From childhood on, I was brainwashed that I had to earn everything...respect, trust, Freedom. And if I didn't toe-their-line perfectly, all of it could be snatched away from me. After I turned 18, they doled out just enough "Freedom" to keep me employed, paying rent to them plus a little more "Freedom" keep me quiet à la Stockholm Syndrome.
Being ignorant of the Age of Emancipation, this abuse led me to conclude that a person's Freedom is in their parents' gift to dole out or withhold or snatch back, based on their child's maturity. The Left says our Liberties come from Government, not God. I believed it came from my parents, not God.
I tell you that not get pity...because I was a damned soft-hearted idiot for not realizing what was going on. I was a pathetic scared fool who didn't have the confidence in myself nor the brains nor the courage to hurt their feelings by leaving without their blessing to seize my God-given Freedom, even though their iron-grip almost squeezed the Will to Live out of me.
No, I tell you that to say that if you haven't had Freedom...the concept is so profound I still can't wrap my head around it to this day. Even as I try to type this, I'm unusually speechless. My breathing is constricted with excitement and yet...I'm also puzzled.
What is Freedom anyways???
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