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Inner Child

~ Vennie Kocsis ~ 2 Comments

Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.

The Queen of Nothing 

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I cannot recall softness on my face, tender mother hands, holding eye contact with me as she said, "You are a Princess". I grew up to be the Queen of Nothing. Oh, you may say, what a horrible scene. I do agree. You see, I was always told I was Nothing. I was seen and … Continue reading The Queen of Nothing 

Born Crazy: A Video Poem

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"You're crazy." How often have you heard this phrase thrown around, either flippantly, in jest or to victim blame someone who has overcome or is recovering from abuse? I heard this often as a post-cult teenager and well into my adult years. While I was actually dealing with the behavioral aftermath of being an extremely … Continue reading Born Crazy: A Video Poem

It’s Not Done Until I Say It’s Done

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Who do I see when I look at me; sometimes frightened, sometimes angry, most times free? Who holds the strings to the time line, the shadowed path behind, the one I glance, hoping for a chance to see what is missing? This is a journey I opted to take slowly, unraveling, revealing the truth of … Continue reading It’s Not Done Until I Say It’s Done

A History of Sam Fife’s Move of God Cult

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Click here to explore The Cult.  SAM FIFE’S MOVE OF GOD CULT: Sam Fife was a former Baptist minister who started his ministry in Florida in the early 1960's.  He considered himself an apostle by way of a five-fold ministry concept based on the scripture in Ephesians 4:11 which states: So Christ himself gave the apostles, the … Continue reading A History of Sam Fife’s Move of God Cult

Blankets

~ Vennie Kocsis ~ 4 Comments

"You need a new blanket!" I've heard this more than a few times in my life. Mostly in my head. Mostly when I look at the ink stains, the worn marks, the hand sewn tears or the little knots in the corners of the material so the stuffing doesn't fall out and think, "Jeez, Vennie, … Continue reading Blankets