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lynnehelen
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High intelligence, in the traditional sense, can be a terrible stumblinlg block. My mother spent a long time arguing for “EQ”–emotional quotient–in defending herself against my father’s egotism. I, on the other hand, was physically disabled and treated as more or less NoQ. I imbibed the ethos of my parent’s inspired spirituality as described in the thread I just posted, “selfish for yourself,” and struggled to make a life somehow. Because of my diability I had an inflated IQ (and ego) (I just read a lot and didn’t really know how to apply it.) Finally I figured out that I had an EXTREMELY low spiritual IQ, one symptom being my superiority inferiority complex, because I was always told I was good at everything meanwhile I had my skills but I wasn’t world-class. Just got pushed. And stopped resenting it after awhile, no point.
In the end I got so worn down, and there was zero Christian (name removed by moderator)ut despite my father’s education at Catholic school and Irish Catholic roots (he still saves that for himself–ha ha! the contradiction being obvious), we were told there was no God from an early age.
I had love in my heart and learned to love evil because there was nothing else anywhere I looked. Jealousy and spite, etc. Drinking and drugs. Now, I am trying to unlearn that, and feel what it is to love Good.
I already posted under philosophy about Jesus the “great teacher” and how that cut me off from Jesus the Holy Son of God, but I am starting to break through through learning to pray the rosary. In doing so correctly for the first time the morning before yesterday, before packing to relocate North from Florida, I found the real Jesus. Contact. What I needed. My spiritual IQ jumped up a couple of notches. Maybe this belongs under prayer requests. I am desperate for the real presence of Jesus, I guess I need to find a way to join the church so I can take the Eucharist, disability gets in the way, Catholic counselor doesn’t think I can handle classes with a group of people, don’t know what to do.
In the end I got so worn down, and there was zero Christian (name removed by moderator)ut despite my father’s education at Catholic school and Irish Catholic roots (he still saves that for himself–ha ha! the contradiction being obvious), we were told there was no God from an early age.
I had love in my heart and learned to love evil because there was nothing else anywhere I looked. Jealousy and spite, etc. Drinking and drugs. Now, I am trying to unlearn that, and feel what it is to love Good.
I already posted under philosophy about Jesus the “great teacher” and how that cut me off from Jesus the Holy Son of God, but I am starting to break through through learning to pray the rosary. In doing so correctly for the first time the morning before yesterday, before packing to relocate North from Florida, I found the real Jesus. Contact. What I needed. My spiritual IQ jumped up a couple of notches. Maybe this belongs under prayer requests. I am desperate for the real presence of Jesus, I guess I need to find a way to join the church so I can take the Eucharist, disability gets in the way, Catholic counselor doesn’t think I can handle classes with a group of people, don’t know what to do.