When I was really ill ( bi polar manic ) I asked the Pastor of a Church shouldn't the word of God be free ? He answered that I didn't understand the way the world worked. I was so outraged whilst ill at his non spiritual answer that I burgled the Church in the dead of night. I obtained about thirty pounds which I meant to give to charity but I had no money so bought some tobacco. I also set fire to the church doors a bit. Over time it really began to play on my mind that I had burgled a Church and I went to the police station and confessed. I was hoping that if I admit and face Justice on Earth maybe I wont be in so much trouble with God when I get to Heaven. Anyway will God forgive me ?
I burgled a Church. Will God forgive me ?
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I feel like murdering my ex Jill sometimes. Well it isn't a feeling I have all the time it's just a feeling I have at the moment. I feel like murdering Jill, My eldest son Ricky, My brother James and Terry my father and just saying " What about it, I had enough ". I will tell my story.
I was born August 22nd 1972 to Terence ( Terry ) William Thorpe and Joan Irene Thorpe maiden name Finch. I was named Christopher Michael Thorpe. I was born Hammersmith Hospital London. I had an elder brother James by two and a half years and would Later have a sister Antonia Helen Stephanie Thorpe younger by two years.
At the age of two and Half I broke my left leg. It was said I fell out of my pram and broke my leg but later evidence suggest to me it was deliberate. I was left for nine hours not being taken to the hospital with the broken left leg and contracted pneumonia and nearly died. Terry told me he came from work and took me to the hospital. This is what I believe happened. I believe Terry and Joan broke my leg and then Terry went to work. Joan would claim when I died that she was too mentally ill to do something and my Terry would say he was at work. Terry came back from work expecting me to be dead panicked that I was still alive and took me to the hospital. That is what I believe happened.
Just after this event me & my brother James were placed into care. We initially were placed in Westtine close, London but soon after were placed in 8 North Drive, Streatham London. My sister Antonia was adopted. My mother Joan would not stop terrorising them and Terry boasted he had sex with their sixteen year old daughter. This is how they treated the people who had adopted Antonia. Antonia was subsequently placed in care with us.
My earliest memory was of Joan brandishing a carving knife and trying to kill Terry and him picking up a kitchen chair and her sticking the carving Knife in it. I do not know that this wasn't an act meant to traumatise me and give me nightmares. It did Neither.
At the age of around five we were on a weekend out from the children's home with Terry and Joan and I was sick in Terry's car ( A Triumph Stag ). He punched me in the face breaking my nose. I wasn't taken to the hospital to have it set and my nose even now is extremely sensitive and i have problems with it. I do not remember breaking my leg I was either too young or have suppressed the memory. .Joan would later ring the Factory ( Me & my brother were working for Terry at the time ) I was aged about nineteen. I hadn't seen her since the age of twelve then out of the blue she rings and tells me " All I did was slap you round the face for singing a Cliff Richard song to a Girl your Father broke your nose ". When I told her I had a son called Ricky she said " Ricky, Ricky. What kind of name is Ricky. I am not threatening anyone but what kind of name is Ricky ". Jill named my children.
At around five the same time as breaking my nose Terry takes me on a rollercoaster at Great Yarmouth. The ride starts and I start banging my head against the bar that you hold onto. Terry pretends he hasn't noticed. I keep banging my head against the bar I don't have the strength to stop it but what is more alarming is I am sliding about in my seat. I am terrified because I am going to go under the guard bar and come off the rollercoaster. Terry pretends he doesn't notice. Then it happens I slide underneath the bar and into the footwell of the rollercoaster. I am riding a rollercoaster totally unstrapped in the footwell. Terry gets nervous that I haven't come completely off the rollercoaster and the people behind will notice and pulls me back into my seat. This is a direct attempt to Kill me.
Terry would wipe my nose when it ran really hard and having had my nose broke this would really hurt.
I was born August 22nd 1972 to Terence ( Terry ) William Thorpe and Joan Irene Thorpe maiden name Finch. I was named Christopher Michael Thorpe. I was born Hammersmith Hospital London. I had an elder brother James by two and a half years and would Later have a sister Antonia Helen Stephanie Thorpe younger by two years.
At the age of two and Half I broke my left leg. It was said I fell out of my pram and broke my leg but later evidence suggest to me it was deliberate. I was left for nine hours not being taken to the hospital with the broken left leg and contracted pneumonia and nearly died. Terry told me he came from work and took me to the hospital. This is what I believe happened. I believe Terry and Joan broke my leg and then Terry went to work. Joan would claim when I died that she was too mentally ill to do something and my Terry would say he was at work. Terry came back from work expecting me to be dead panicked that I was still alive and took me to the hospital. That is what I believe happened.
Just after this event me & my brother James were placed into care. We initially were placed in Westtine close, London but soon after were placed in 8 North Drive, Streatham London. My sister Antonia was adopted. My mother Joan would not stop terrorising them and Terry boasted he had sex with their sixteen year old daughter. This is how they treated the people who had adopted Antonia. Antonia was subsequently placed in care with us.
My earliest memory was of Joan brandishing a carving knife and trying to kill Terry and him picking up a kitchen chair and her sticking the carving Knife in it. I do not know that this wasn't an act meant to traumatise me and give me nightmares. It did Neither.
At the age of around five we were on a weekend out from the children's home with Terry and Joan and I was sick in Terry's car ( A Triumph Stag ). He punched me in the face breaking my nose. I wasn't taken to the hospital to have it set and my nose even now is extremely sensitive and i have problems with it. I do not remember breaking my leg I was either too young or have suppressed the memory. .Joan would later ring the Factory ( Me & my brother were working for Terry at the time ) I was aged about nineteen. I hadn't seen her since the age of twelve then out of the blue she rings and tells me " All I did was slap you round the face for singing a Cliff Richard song to a Girl your Father broke your nose ". When I told her I had a son called Ricky she said " Ricky, Ricky. What kind of name is Ricky. I am not threatening anyone but what kind of name is Ricky ". Jill named my children.
At around five the same time as breaking my nose Terry takes me on a rollercoaster at Great Yarmouth. The ride starts and I start banging my head against the bar that you hold onto. Terry pretends he hasn't noticed. I keep banging my head against the bar I don't have the strength to stop it but what is more alarming is I am sliding about in my seat. I am terrified because I am going to go under the guard bar and come off the rollercoaster. Terry pretends he doesn't notice. Then it happens I slide underneath the bar and into the footwell of the rollercoaster. I am riding a rollercoaster totally unstrapped in the footwell. Terry gets nervous that I haven't come completely off the rollercoaster and the people behind will notice and pulls me back into my seat. This is a direct attempt to Kill me.
Terry would wipe my nose when it ran really hard and having had my nose broke this would really hurt.
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That church has to pay taxes yearly on the property or its taken over by the state. Everything in that church had to be bought by someone, and the minister deserves to be able to eat and have a place to stay if his full time job is serving the needs of the church members there. Then there is the outreach the church has to help people in need, that money has to come from somewhere. In the beginning of christianity during the time of Christ, people would both work and give any saved up money they had towards the church because they knew it was of God and it was used for good. The rage inside of you is coming from something. Ask yourself what its coming from. Ask the Lord to help you with it, and expect Him to help you in some way with it. Are you working and contributing to your upkeep, or do you expect someone else to do that for you as if you were a baby?
Absolutely none of what you said has anything to do with what I said. I burgled the Church as punishment for his non spiritual answer whilst bi-polar manic not to obtain funds. If I wanted money I would burgle a factory or shop not a Church. Just excuse me ? to this :
As well as Autism ( Aspergers syndrome ) I was given Schizophrenia and bi-polar as a punishment by my ex for cheating on her so she says so am unable to work. Before she gave me my illness I was working for an I.T company. My illness is too severe for me to work and is none of your business. Just excuse me what did you just say to me to your last comment. I try to give at least a hundred to charity a month. WaterAid or Unicef Gaza and when I received a server disability back payment gave over four thousand pounds to charity. Over 2'500 to WaterAid and gave to an Animal Charity as well. What I took all those years ago was thirty pounds so be quiet.
I know where the rage is coming from it's coming from the way humanity has treated me. I am kind and gentle and humanity has treated me like trash.
Some of the story has sexually explicit content and I ask please can you approve it. I am not being talking about sexual matters to shock or offend I am simply telling my story. What I aim to do is send the story off to a publisher and hopefully get it published. I will give Half the profits to WaterAid so we can save some lives here 
I ask you to bear in mind Jesus's best friend was a former prostitute and allow me to tell the story.
I ask you to bear in mind Jesus's best friend was a former prostitute and allow me to tell the story.
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Dear Galahad,
I'll be moving this thread to the Counseling forum, which from what I have read of your postings (minus the last one), seem more appropriate.
You are seeking answers to problems, that fall into the domain of God, by seeking the thoughts of men, who are normally in no better shape then you are on their own, and sinners just the same as you.
Thoughts might be different in each of us at one time, but still before Christ and at times even afterwards, the thoughts we have are not for those who are squeamish I dare say, yet we continue to live without thinking that making them a reality will somehow make it all better. If you are truly seeking something that is missing within you, then seek Jesus, in who you will find the God that you're probably not even sure exists.
Until then, follow the laws of man, that provide an imperfect way of dealing with the thoughts that you are having that are self-destructive. For one thing I can tell you is, that God does not want this for you, and is why Jesus died on the Cross, and Rose again, as the only way to be reconciled with God. Who can guide you in the way you should, and for your betterment need to walk in this precious life you've been given.
Read some of the testimonials (bios) of the members who have joined this site, or even do searches for those in Christ Jesus who have become His disciples, and what they have to say on the "Who, What, When, & How" of the change that happened to them in their lives. I would say, from "darkness to light", from as one believer said on why they were so happy when it was known they were dying from cancer: "Why shouldn't I be! I'm going from one world that is dying to one that is alive and eternal".
I hope that you find what you are looking for. I can only point you to Jesus, who as Scripture/Jesus says "I am the way, the truth, and the life."
With the Love of Christ Jesus.
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Nick
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I'll be moving this thread to the Counseling forum, which from what I have read of your postings (minus the last one), seem more appropriate.
You are seeking answers to problems, that fall into the domain of God, by seeking the thoughts of men, who are normally in no better shape then you are on their own, and sinners just the same as you.
Thoughts might be different in each of us at one time, but still before Christ and at times even afterwards, the thoughts we have are not for those who are squeamish I dare say, yet we continue to live without thinking that making them a reality will somehow make it all better. If you are truly seeking something that is missing within you, then seek Jesus, in who you will find the God that you're probably not even sure exists.
Until then, follow the laws of man, that provide an imperfect way of dealing with the thoughts that you are having that are self-destructive. For one thing I can tell you is, that God does not want this for you, and is why Jesus died on the Cross, and Rose again, as the only way to be reconciled with God. Who can guide you in the way you should, and for your betterment need to walk in this precious life you've been given.
Read some of the testimonials (bios) of the members who have joined this site, or even do searches for those in Christ Jesus who have become His disciples, and what they have to say on the "Who, What, When, & How" of the change that happened to them in their lives. I would say, from "darkness to light", from as one believer said on why they were so happy when it was known they were dying from cancer: "Why shouldn't I be! I'm going from one world that is dying to one that is alive and eternal".
I hope that you find what you are looking for. I can only point you to Jesus, who as Scripture/Jesus says "I am the way, the truth, and the life."
With the Love of Christ Jesus.
Moderator
Nick
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I am writing my story not for people's opinions but to complete it then transfer it to word print it and send it to a publisher. If I can get my autobiography published I will donate half the profit to WaterAid. So we can save lives. It helps me to write it knowing people are viewing it. It motivates me. I don't know I could stay focused enough if I just did it on word. I received a someone likes you today and this is the kind of thing that will motivate me to write it and hopefully save some lives.
I am not converting to Christ I have always since a child believed in God and Christ. I will play you a song to describe me.
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There is one thing to add about the children's home. I used to bath alone but Auntie Nicky once bathed me ( she ran the home ) I was in the bath with Olu and she pointed out the Olu was circumcised and I wasn't. Also the night before I went to Terry's and Barbara's in the dining room she told Hellyegar to give me a bath. I am sure she knew he was sexually abusing me.
