“My schooling not only failed to teach me what it professed to be teaching,
but prevented me from being educated to an extent which infuriates me when I think of
all I might have learned at home by myself.”
George Bernard Shaw
(Oh to sleep like a new grandbaby / Julie Cook / 2018)
The older I’ve become the more I’ve found that the notion of a precious night’s sleep
is not only alluding me but has become a fleeting fancy.
Meaning, it just seems to be a dream rather than a reality.
And how poetic that the inability to sleep should be but a dream…
Being able to finally fall into a bed of something that is somewhat welcoming and inviting–
providing a bit of respite and a place to temporarily sever the maddening ties of the day…
is the hope and desire of most human beings.
For we were wired to rest and to sleep—a time period given us in order to repair
and replenish ourselves.
Yet as we age, falling asleep no longer comes readily.
Staying asleep seems impossible… so much so that waking is a near depressing event as in
it signals another passing night of weary failure.
They chalk it up to age, stress, hormones and life…
Enter the new grandchild.
As all new parents and grandparents know,
tending to a new baby that has decided to be an owl,
meaning that said newborn prefers to sleep during the day while choosing to be wide-eyed
at night, is an exhausting affair for all involved but the new babe.
A sleep-deprived brain has been compared to the same as if a person is intoxicated.
Poor choices, poor coordination, poor processing…
A dangerous mix.
Many an enemy combatant has opted to use sleep deprivation as a means of “torture” on their
captured prisoners in order to break the will while hoping to glean a few loose lip secrets.
So today, in a bleary-eyed state, when I read the latest offering by the renegade Anglican
bishop Gavin Ashenden regarding cultural brainwashing, it reminded me of my own sleep-deprived state.
In such a weakened state of brain fog and fatigue, it’s really quite easy to yield or to succumb
or to simply give in to all sorts of notions…
Anything anyone says we readily agree to, adhere to or adopt as our own as we are simply too tired,
too weak, too lacking…to resist.
So it would behove us, the Faithful, to be vigilant and to hold fast to our faith as the
current cultural trend is to brainwash the masses into accepting and eventually believing
a wealth of lies and falsehoods…
The following is an excerpt of the Bishop’s latest take on the current leanings of brainwashing
a gullible society…brainwashing both Believer and non-believer into accepting that which runs
counter to the natural and Holy intentions of a Divine Creator…
“The death of Billy Graham reminded me of how terrified I had once been of
I remember deciding to go on a quest to discover if Christianity was true or not and walking
into an Anglican Cathedral to hear an evangelist talk about Jesus.
His day job was being a vicar in York.
He wanted to help people examine who Jesus actually claimed to be.
“What if they try to brainwash me” I found myself thinking?
Someone, at some time, had managed to plant that thought in my head and it had stuck.
What I didn’t know was that these mild Anglicans were the last people on earth to want to
do any brainwashing, but that other people and other ideologies would be along shortly
who would be much more likely to try.”
In Bristol this week, some parents fought back against the brainwashing of their children
in infant school. The national campaign to destabilise childrens’ understanding of their
own sexuality has now reached down deep into our childrens’ childhoods.
Drag queens have been recruited to do workshops on gender identity for our 5-10-year-olds.
‘Diversity’ is the propaganda cover mantra.
Confusion is what the parents fear.
Christianity- the antidote to cultural brainwashing.
‘So remember what you have received and heard;
and keep it, and repent Therefore if you do not wake up,
I will come like a thief, and you will not know at what hour I will come to you.
Brainwashing is a specific way of twisting the thoughts in someone’s head, but Liberal Democrats have become more interested in propaganda than conveying organized thoughts. In the hands of a propagandist, words are just weapons of disorder, not a means for conveying coherent thoughts.
In the unrelenting battles over identity politics, sex has become a meaningless, amorphous, string of LGBTQ… alphabet letters. Instead being about family, procreation, ultimately learning to love as God as He loves us, man and woman fade into the insignificance. Sex becomes an idol. Instead of seeking the Creator God, the only One who can give us meaning, we can be diverted into seeking tiny, less frightening gods. Brainwashed? No. Just taught and conditioned to believe what is not true.
What gods do the LGBTQ… alphabet people worship? They worship sex, a sex god who rewards with momentary pleasure. To such life can become nothing more than the passage of minutes. What makes me happy for a moment there and a minute here? Such do not live. They only escape for a moment there and a minute here.
Excellently stated Tom—sounds like a great post! 😊
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What an adorable grandbaby! And that head of hair…
thank you Don—when she was born and everyone commented on her hair, my daughter-n-law said that all those months of heartburn paid off 😉
You definitely need a good nap. I wouldn’t want to miss out on anything with this adorable young lady though. I can totally understand your sleep deprivation. She is going to conquer the world!
go miles to sleep before I do ummmm…
so says granny Yoda 🙂 —
You are soooo cute💤
Sleep deprived? You are as level headed and wise as ever, dear Julie! Excellent post!! ❤ ❤
Oh you’d be surprised Lynn…did you get the pictures I emailed?
Oh, Julie, that sleeping baby is adorable! Wise words about Christianity not being “brain-washing.” Jesus’ disciples are to teach about him and to teach the gospel, but not in a brain-washing way. Just teach the facts. No manipulation or trickery will lead to Truth. Truth does not need deceit in any form. Even now Jesus wants a well informed decision when we come to him and claim him as our Lord. He saiys things like “give all” and “don’t look back” with other demands that are certainly not brain washing. Good to be back to feed on you good words. 😀
Thank you Oneta—I’ve missed that wise no nonsense approach to our faith and living that faith in this world of ours.
I read this comment late last night, or was it early this morning as I was attempting to put the baby back to sleep–agian…so it seemed extra warm and kind—so I thank you!
😀 Is the baby (and parents) with you or are you at their home. Why are you the night-time nanny?
I’m with them and we kind of tag team—I usually get her down around 12:30– one of them or both gets up around 2 or 2:30– and then I’m back around 5 or so— an owl I say!!!
A snuggler. Love it, don’t you? I remember.
Julie, as I’ve written before, Autumn is absolutely beautiful. I’m a bit out of the loop as I’ve been ill most of the week and then yesterday had a flight booked for the Sault to visit my absolutely perfect two youngest grandchildren so I’m barely with it. I am also visiting my daughter and son-in-law but they swear that once the children came along I hardly notice them! I’m sure they’re mistaken. I know that Brenton and Abby won’t find that with you – or at least not until Autumn can waddle to you calling you when you come to visit. Blessings as you manage through another day spreading love and joy to your little family! 🙂
Thanks Lynda— how’s life in the Soo??
I bet rather cold as the winds come off that water!
I’m sorry you’ve been sickly— luckily we are healthy- just gravely sleep deprived— she did not sleep all night last night- it took all 3 of us—she fed like a madwoman— they say they’ll cluster feed during growth spurts and not sleep— glad they’ve now named it as I just thought brenton or ornery 😑
Gregory is coming up tomorrow and I’ll go home for a day or so to rest — but brenton and Abby are afraid 😱
Such a precious gem lies at the start of your wonderful post, that even a heavy eye-lid would strain itself to gaze upon him. What a blessing! Hugs & Blessings to you as you embrace the joy of sleep-deprivation, which will never have you wishing you didn’t have him to hold onto!
thank you Dawn Marie—-I’m still here, still busy—but it is such a good busy 🙂