We were under the impresssion everyone was going to hell, another result of screwed up religion.

Sin resulted out of an impression that everyone would go to hell, and that we couldn't have any fun, and that we wouldn't go to hell for having fun.

We were confused.

Was it sin?  I suppose the believers didn't really break the law, they might have been compelled to bend certain laws which were not actively enforced.

There was a disharmony between what the Bible taught and what the laws taught, as a result people went sometimes with the laws of the land, which may not have been wise.

It's possible still that sleeping with women will result in mental illness.

In any case you can need spiritual counselling to deal with the impact of sexual relationships.

If it is true that "all is accomplished" under Matthew 5, and you can have sexual relationships legally, the children and youth need to know that, so it doesn't result in mental illness and despair when they have a bad relationships.

I for example felt that when my relationship was lost, I was giong to hell because I didn't marry my lover, and had had sex.  The result of feeling I was going to hell was more problems.

If it had been explained to me that the state laws were just, an we no longer had to go to hell for having sexual romantic relationships, I would not have feared and sought refuge in the false paradise of sex and drugs, a refuge for lost souls feeling they are doomed.

If I had understood that the Church was with the State, and that sex was now truly legal, and we couldn't go to hell for it legally, I would have felt more assured.

I lost confidence in the world and fell on hard times.

What exactly are God's instructions for the faithful in this "NEW AGE" of post modernity?  Can they have sex with women of an appropriate age and not go to hell?

I had so much unanswered anxiety over God and the LAW of the State, I was lost.

Islam furthered my problems by proposing what seemed like extreme crimes.

What with Islam threatening me and suggesting sexual crimes and other crimes, I felt lost.  I wanted to find the company of warriors who could accept me even though I smoked marijuana and had sex. I was neurotic and felt Christians might throw me in hell or kill me if I was friends with them.

This resulted in my joining the company of "brothers bandulu' a group of ribald Jamaican ex rastas.

The bandulu brotherhood was trying to get by in this hella fucked up world, by being tough and protecting what were deemed to be innocent women and young men, getting people mental health work and other help.

I got further mental health help after it was revealed that my Christian upbringing coupled with the experience of abuse by myself and my lovers had made me verbally espouse the destruction of the world as a "thing to do."..

Growing up under the shadow of the Pauline heretics, the "worst of criminals is good and don't help anyone" people, I found myself needing a soldier by my side. 

I became enamored of the mafia and the black gangs, which seemed to be a a refuge for believers who had sinned in the eyes of this Pauline heresy, and were therefore worthy of robbery and extorsion by these self righteous "worst of criminals" people.

My Love affair with the Mafia and the black gangs would go on for many years, and in fact I still have a love affair with them.  I think of all the tough groups in the world, the mafia and the black gangs are the least racist, most pious groups.

It was here that we traded stories of God's glory, and thanked an praised God over a bottle of scotch or beer, and cared for women who needed a lover, and it was here in the Mafia and Gangs that we met God and the Angels and worked our first adult miracles.

The men in these groups I met were godfearing and pious, for the most part, indeed, universally.
However we just seemed to hink that because sex and marijuana were legal or not enforced in teh case of marijuana, we had to have it.

Perhaps this was the wisdom of a time, when "all had been accomplished' as per Matthew 5, the law had changed and we could celeberate, and boy did we want to, what with this war going on and the ened of the world being soon.

Seems perhaps God conspired for us to have the best time, and not be gay either, showing us clear signs homosexual promiscuity was wrong such as the infamous lighting bolt i cast .

We were fighting slave traffickers and women abusers ourselves, because the cops were "the devil" as far as our elders were concenred.

Apparently the cops tried to throw the good people in jail or something, was the experience of my own father and the jamaican elders of that time.

Perhaps the cops were part of the Pauline or another heresy, not recognizing that all was accomplished, and being jealous of those who partook in the now legal fantasies of taking lovers and drinking and smoking herb.

I don't know but in Toronto the cops had a bad reputation.  It was said generally about the cops and the politicians that they were bad, only in it for the money, and were "pigs.".

I don't remember exactly who said that, but I know I heard it from several people, or, everyone I talked to about it.

We did our pious deeds in secret, not revealing our works to the world.  But my Jamaican elder wanted us to get famous, to be the boss, cause we were doing what seemed the right things.

We suggesting making a movie about our group of soldiers, live news broadcast from the trenches.

Robbing rapists, assaulting and defying would murderers.

We were throwing them in a hell.

We upheld the law, but we bent the rules for our own people, and women were loving us, flocking to us and giving us the favours we craved secretly which were legal now.

It was in this time that the Queen of Heaven or a Female Goddess appeared to me, warning me of trouble to come that night.  I prayed and did my Iron Shirt Qi Gong, prayed for the enemy to jump me and see I was so tough, and then run away from me as I started to beat him up.

That is what happened, and the cops appeared too, and probably chased these brown warriors away who didn't like religous people like us, who smoke weed with girls nad read them holy books and love them.

Yes, I allege the wicked pimping drug dealers attacked, looking to enslave the girls with their chronic, and I stepped in to help the ladies out and the boys jumped me and then they had to run away because I wasn't hurt by their punches and was going to give all 4 of them a stern beating.

Those were glorious times, and if I could , I would do it all again, only with the knowledge I now have as a mature adult!

Thank and Praise God and the Godess, who elevated us to such high stature, thank the true Gods, thank the Lord!  PRAISE!
AMEN.