Spiritual Abuse is a three part novel about two teenagers from two different families who are the victims of abuse. Teaming up to investigate their parents' pasts in order to learn the reasons for their parents' behavior, they discover shocking secrets that force them into a world of worse physical and mental dangers that they never imagined possible. Violence, sex, lies, drugs, kidnapping, murder and deception are but a few of the many obstacles that these two teens must deal with before reaching the goal of finding out what is going on. What they find is so shocking that nearly every second in this period of their lives ticks by with mystery. Each character in this novel is unique with a role to play in the intricate web of child abuse and relationships. Hopefully, this novel will arouse some to take action to finally eradicate all forms of abuse from the face of this planet forever.

Spiritual Abuse is a three part novel about two teenagers from two different families who are the victims of abuse. Teaming up to investigate their parents' pasts in order to learn the reasons for their parents' behavior, they discover shocking secrets that force them into a world of worse physical and mental dangers that they never imagined possible. Violence, sex, lies, drugs, kidnapping, murder and deception are but a few of the many obstacles that these two teens must deal with before reaching the goal of finding out what is going on. What they find is so shocking that nearly every second in this period of their lives ticks by with mystery. Each character in this novel is unique with a role to play in the intricate web of child abuse and relationships. Hopefully, this novel will arouse some to take action to finally eradicate all forms of abuse from the face of this planet forever.

Spiritual Abuse is a three part novel about two teenagers from two different families who are the victims of abuse. Teaming up to investigate their parents' pasts in order to learn the reasons for their parents' behavior, they discover shocking secrets that force them into a world of worse physical and mental dangers that they never imagined possible. Violence, sex, lies, drugs, kidnapping, murder and deception are but a few of the many obstacles that these two teens must deal with before reaching the goal of finding out what is going on. What they find is so shocking that nearly every second in this period of their lives ticks by with mystery. Each character in this novel is unique with a role to play in the intricate web of child abuse and relationships. Hopefully, this novel will arouse some to take action to finally eradicate all forms of abuse from the face of this planet forever.

I find myself on a mission to bring awareness to a problem so enormous, at this point only the community involvement can help therapist like myself from being overtaken. We must make progress by helping traumatized children who are suffering from mental disorders. Locking them up until they are of legal age to become a criminally ill adult is not the solution. The society these mentally ill children live in must begin to become a support system.

I find myself on a mission to bring awareness to a problem so enormous, at this point only the community involvement can help therapist like myself from being overtaken. We must make progress by helping traumatized children who are suffering from mental disorders. Locking them up until they are of legal age to become a criminally ill adult is not the solution. The society these mentally ill children live in must begin to become a support system.

I find myself on a mission to bring awareness to a problem so enormous, at this point only the community involvement can help therapist like myself from being overtaken. We must make progress by helping traumatized children who are suffering from mental disorders. Locking them up until they are of legal age to become a criminally ill adult is not the solution. The society these mentally ill children live in must begin to become a support system.

It was 1973, Nixon had not yet resigned, U. S. troops were still in Vietnam. We had three channels to choose from. Drug use was casual and nobody was getting busted. Gas prices were high as they are know. I remember seeing that Rolling Stones eight track tape in my sister’s boyfriend’s hot rod car. I remember the posters of Zep, Alice Cooper, and the lava lamps. Hendrix stood on a wall all to his own attesting to highs gone too far. Then me and the Bentons down the street decided to get into some trouble. The Bentons were the bad asses, the bullys, the thugs if you will. The three Brothers were in their early teens, and I was there prey. They wanted to cajole me into their antics, and if I didn’t they would beat the shit out of me! As much as I tried to avoid them on the playground, they were always there. In the next couple of paragraphs I will allude to our antics in a few minutes okay? Then there was the project Gallman Heights gang. They were African Americans who used to beat me like white devil slave masters. I remember three of them taking a huge limb, swinging back like George Brett (Kansas City Royals 3rd baseman), and nailing me in the back. I saw stars, and think was passed out for a while. When I came to, they were gone, but left there trusting pine limb as a reminder not to mess with them. But you could not get me off the playground. I remember fighting three of them at one time like a corned animal on the Discovery Channel. One tried to rip my gums out while on top of me. I rolled over, grabbed a nearby stick and hit him in the ribs with all of my seven year old might. He ran off and told his other two hench kids. Then they came over chasing me, so I saw a point were there was a rim from tire. I hurled it at one nailing him in the right anterior thigh. Then I took on the one with the karate skills and laughed while he tried in vain to hurt me with his gentle kicks. I nailed him with a right haymaker and poof gone!

It was 1973, Nixon had not yet resigned, U. S. troops were still in Vietnam. We had three channels to choose from. Drug use was casual and nobody was getting busted. Gas prices were high as they are know. I remember seeing that Rolling Stones eight track tape in my sister’s boyfriend’s hot rod car. I remember the posters of Zep, Alice Cooper, and the lava lamps. Hendrix stood on a wall all to his own attesting to highs gone too far. Then me and the Bentons down the street decided to get into some trouble. The Bentons were the bad asses, the bullys, the thugs if you will. The three Brothers were in their early teens, and I was there prey. They wanted to cajole me into their antics, and if I didn’t they would beat the shit out of me! As much as I tried to avoid them on the playground, they were always there. In the next couple of paragraphs I will allude to our antics in a few minutes okay? Then there was the project Gallman Heights gang. They were African Americans who used to beat me like white devil slave masters. I remember three of them taking a huge limb, swinging back like George Brett (Kansas City Royals 3rd baseman), and nailing me in the back. I saw stars, and think was passed out for a while. When I came to, they were gone, but left there trusting pine limb as a reminder not to mess with them. But you could not get me off the playground. I remember fighting three of them at one time like a corned animal on the Discovery Channel. One tried to rip my gums out while on top of me. I rolled over, grabbed a nearby stick and hit him in the ribs with all of my seven year old might. He ran off and told his other two hench kids. Then they came over chasing me, so I saw a point were there was a rim from tire. I hurled it at one nailing him in the right anterior thigh. Then I took on the one with the karate skills and laughed while he tried in vain to hurt me with his gentle kicks. I nailed him with a right haymaker and poof gone!

It was 1973, Nixon had not yet resigned, U. S. troops were still in Vietnam. We had three channels to choose from. Drug use was casual and nobody was getting busted. Gas prices were high as they are know. I remember seeing that Rolling Stones eight track tape in my sister’s boyfriend’s hot rod car. I remember the posters of Zep, Alice Cooper, and the lava lamps. Hendrix stood on a wall all to his own attesting to highs gone too far. Then me and the Bentons down the street decided to get into some trouble. The Bentons were the bad asses, the bullys, the thugs if you will. The three Brothers were in their early teens, and I was there prey. They wanted to cajole me into their antics, and if I didn’t they would beat the shit out of me! As much as I tried to avoid them on the playground, they were always there. In the next couple of paragraphs I will allude to our antics in a few minutes okay? Then there was the project Gallman Heights gang. They were African Americans who used to beat me like white devil slave masters. I remember three of them taking a huge limb, swinging back like George Brett (Kansas City Royals 3rd baseman), and nailing me in the back. I saw stars, and think was passed out for a while. When I came to, they were gone, but left there trusting pine limb as a reminder not to mess with them. But you could not get me off the playground. I remember fighting three of them at one time like a corned animal on the Discovery Channel. One tried to rip my gums out while on top of me. I rolled over, grabbed a nearby stick and hit him in the ribs with all of my seven year old might. He ran off and told his other two hench kids. Then they came over chasing me, so I saw a point were there was a rim from tire. I hurled it at one nailing him in the right anterior thigh. Then I took on the one with the karate skills and laughed while he tried in vain to hurt me with his gentle kicks. I nailed him with a right haymaker and poof gone!

In Christ's Historical Childhood followers of that Hero of Heroes can easily see for themselves that His boyhood was a fascinating one. And according to new dead Sea scrolls it becomes clear that millions of believers enjoy being in love with God, but not just in love, but passionately, wildly, logically, happily, joyfully and all consumingly in love with He Who ascended to places where Hell was not and descended to places where Heaven could never be. And way back when Jesus grew up He knew that He was headed into some blessed realities. And as Rod Serling use to say, the Lord's faithful few shall discover that there's a fifth dimension way beyond the things that are known to Man. And that''s an unseen place as endless as space and as timeless as infinity. And that's also the middle ground between the most marvellous light of the Gospel and the gross darkness of outer places where reprobates shall be cast into for evermore. But that dimension is also the middle zone between science and superstition, and God and the devil. And that unseen place of many unanswered questions lies between the pit of Man's most carnal fears and the peak of his spiritual knowledge. For that kind of tranquil place is a Twilight Zone kind of space, seldom found, that can only be entered through prayer alone. Some amazing bonus literature is also included

In Christ's Historical Childhood followers of that Hero of Heroes can easily see for themselves that His boyhood was a fascinating one. And according to new dead Sea scrolls it becomes clear that millions of believers enjoy being in love with God, but not just in love, but passionately, wildly, logically, happily, joyfully and all consumingly in love with He Who ascended to places where Hell was not and descended to places where Heaven could never be. And way back when Jesus grew up He knew that He was headed into some blessed realities. And as Rod Serling use to say, the Lord's faithful few shall discover that there's a fifth dimension way beyond the things that are known to Man. And that''s an unseen place as endless as space and as timeless as infinity. And that's also the middle ground between the most marvellous light of the Gospel and the gross darkness of outer places where reprobates shall be cast into for evermore. But that dimension is also the middle zone between science and superstition, and God and the devil. And that unseen place of many unanswered questions lies between the pit of Man's most carnal fears and the peak of his spiritual knowledge. For that kind of tranquil place is a Twilight Zone kind of space, seldom found, that can only be entered through prayer alone. Some amazing bonus literature is also included

In Christ's Historical Childhood followers of that Hero of Heroes can easily see for themselves that His boyhood was a fascinating one. And according to new dead Sea scrolls it becomes clear that millions of believers enjoy being in love with God, but not just in love, but passionately, wildly, logically, happily, joyfully and all consumingly in love with He Who ascended to places where Hell was not and descended to places where Heaven could never be. And way back when Jesus grew up He knew that He was headed into some blessed realities. And as Rod Serling use to say, the Lord's faithful few shall discover that there's a fifth dimension way beyond the things that are known to Man. And that''s an unseen place as endless as space and as timeless as infinity. And that's also the middle ground between the most marvellous light of the Gospel and the gross darkness of outer places where reprobates shall be cast into for evermore. But that dimension is also the middle zone between science and superstition, and God and the devil. And that unseen place of many unanswered questions lies between the pit of Man's most carnal fears and the peak of his spiritual knowledge. For that kind of tranquil place is a Twilight Zone kind of space, seldom found, that can only be entered through prayer alone. Some amazing bonus literature is also included