The Pilgrimage of Pride

Typically, a pilgrimage is a physical journey to some place of special significance. The path of incest is such a journey. I’ve seen it far too many times.

Pedophiles all seem to sound much the same. Their arguments are similar – filled with deceit and lies, and their pride is unmatched.

They tear at the fabric of the innocent until no voice remains with them.

They don’t stop when they quit abusing! Heck, that’d be stupid. Oh, no, they continue to walk beside their victims, continuing to teach them their ways. They dumb us down until we don’t even know our stories anymore.

That’s their goal!

As my mind retraces my steps with these fuckers (sorry religious folks – there is no better word for these depraved people who seek no forgiveness), they never stop. Into my early adult life their voice and teachings were with me. When they stopped by for a visit when I left them, it was to keep me entangled in their web.

They did not want my freedom. My freedom meant the death to their ways. If I talked, they couldn’t continue to play out their wicked games. They continue to abuse anyway, but it’s a bit easier for them if their victims remain silent.

These wicked people understand one thing we do not: NO ONE IS GOING TO LISTEN TO US. They count on other people keeping you in denial, too. They play to societies weakness and vulnerability of denial. They know people don’t want to hear our stories. Predators use the tool of denial as their greatest weapon.

What about pride? At what price do they parade this dumbass measurement?

Pride is a feeling of deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements.

Wait – read that again, a feeling of deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements.

I believe with everything in me pedophiles love their secrets. They enjoy the achievements they’ve earned at the cost of another.

“What have they achieved,” you ask?

They got away with murder! It’s all murder when you steal from the innocent, striking again and again and taking everything but their heartbeat.

Don’t be foolish you that harm a child! God is not mocked and He is a witness to every act under the sun. What seeds a man plants, is the harvest he shall reap.

Plant seeds of wickedness and in the end it is the harvest that is waiting for you.

Don’t stay close to abusers. They will change your story, they will keep you in denial and silence your voice.

That is not love!

Published by Gracedxoxo

I have the courage to tell my story to help others embrace theirs.

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