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My Transition 1
There was a time when I lost everything valuable to me. Moving out of the United States was very painful, but my parents and relatives decided that I should return to my place. Since I was scared of the terrorists at that time, so I followed their suggestion. To make the story short, my ex-wife left, my friends left me behind, and my house was almost forfeited, so we sold it for a much cheaper price. I lost my scholarship and status in the US, which I have heavily invested in, and my job in California. The people in my place thought I was crazy, but they didn’t understand what it meant to feel to have almost everything valuable to me. They are too quick to judge me wrongly.
At that time, I still have another house (a studio-type). I stuck myself for a year and read the Roman Catholic Bible (i.e., Old and New Testament in their language). I’ve slept for three consecutive days and nights, i.e., how exhausting it was. I can only remember waking up once to eat lunch. The other one was my mother pushing me to drink milk. The funny thing is I had a dream that continued as I went back to sleep. I do not care if no one believes it. I want to focus on GOD since it feels like I have nothing. It led me to read the Roman Catholic Bible from page to page, record what I’ve learned, and draw the timeline boards and other documentation.
My goal was to get closer to Jesus because I thought he was GOD since I was a Catholic way back, but the more I read the Roman Catholic Bible, the more inconsistencies I found. Along with those discoveries, I’ve also seen the whistleblowers (e.g., Galileo Galilei and Martin Luther). I’ve documented my study and research. Thinking of helping people to see what I’ve discovered, I’ve started doing lectures while sitting at the door of my small house. I like the late Sir Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks' approach, so I have that as my template to deliver the message.
But somebody, who was a previous president of the chapel in that village, splashed water at me, showed his fist to punch me, and picked up sticks or poles to show actions of stabbing at me. His time is always with the people, in his office in the village. Family (i.e., in his actions) is a place to sleep, eat, or watch the news. His motto (without saying but very clearly in his actions) is to listen to people first, and family comes last. I’ve tried to adjust to his liking, adjusting for him by doing the lecture early in the morning (still no good), in the afternoon, still no good, and in the evening (still no good). I have tried all shifting but to no avail. All I earned was shouting: “You are a Satan, you are the Devil,” etc. How can you say that If you do not listen in the first place? How will you know that the earth is round if you do not listen to lectures about the diameter, radius, and circumference and all you do is harass and accuse Galileo of Heresy?
Every time he harassed me, tried to punch me, or stabbed me with any objects he picked up, I ran into my house and closed the door, not because I could not fight him but because I respected him. Yet, he still splashed water on the window glass of my house. It was clear to me then that it is not really about the time (not “really” an issue of public disturbance), nor the approach (I believe using Sir Rabbi Lord Jonathan’s approach is a “Very Good” and gentle approach). It is “really” not really about the approach because no matter how good the approach, all they “really” want to hear is the “Flat World” message and not my message of a “Round World, (i.e., speaking in metaphor). Can you not just sit down and ask gently about my opinion and have a heart-to-heart talk, rather than harassment and insult (I only want to help people see things they are blind-sided by the false doctrines, and never ask for anything in return)? Can we not talk in a peaceful manner rather than acts of punching and stabbing? He sits three terms in politics, I’m sure he is capable of a diplomatic and descent approach, but why gentle and nice to others but biased to me?
One day, I went to an internet cafe to watch The Ten Commandments movie. After that, I went out to buy food. He was on the road with the nurse and six guys in the L3Van vehicle. He asked me to help them with their Hospital Systems. I’m willing to help them without asking for any consultation fee. He asked me to get inside the vehicle to talk with the nurse. I went inside and asked about the high-level overview of the requirements, and then they closed the door and went back to this house. When we reached his place, he got out of the vehicle and talked with his wife, who “obviously” understood what they planned at that time. The nurse moved to the back seat. Two guys moved in a row with me. I was in the middle, two guys at the back, one on my left, one on my right, and two on the front (one is the driver). What happened next, please read the My Transition 2 of this my real-life story.