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The View From Behind Jericho's Wall

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It was suggested today to Jericho by site administration that we might create a thread to tell our story in more detail and a second thread to take questions. So Jericho told me to get that started. I hope I'm doing it right. This will be the thread where we will post our stories. I'm going to call the other thread "Questions For The Inhabitants Behind Jericho's Wall"
 
For our first entry I'll explain why we use the references Jericho's Wall even though the city of Jericho was in opposition to Israel.

First, it makes for a catchy name.

Second, back in the day when Jericho was participating in professional fights the promoters would bill him as "The Unbreakable Wall of Jericho". It was catchy and gave him a good jumping off point when talking trash to the upcoming opponent. Later on when he joined the motorcycle club they started calling him "The Wall". Partly because of his very large size and secondly he was the wall between club leaders and their enemies. He did not like being called that name

Later on I fell in love with him partly because he made me feel safer than I had ever felt. He makes us feel as safe as if we were standing behind an enormous wall. A wall, just like our love, that can only be broken by an act of God.

He's still not pleased by being called the wall but he's okay with having his love and protection of us compared to those city walls that could not broken until YHWH decided to break them.
 
This is our introduction from our blog

Hello everyone. My name is Isla, and I am a wife in a polygynous marriage. My sister wives and I are creating this blog in hopes of sharing our experiences and lessons we have learned with families who are interested in leading a polygynous or traditional life similar to the lives our ancestors led.

This lifestyle is characterized by total devotion to our Creator and our husband. Our husband is our head and the four of us are his arms and legs, together we make up the body of our family. Our husband gives us mental, emotional, physical and financial support. He protects us from that which would mean us harm. He accepts responsibility for our actions before our creator and he promises to set our happiness and well being as a higher priority than his own. In return we give him our complete devotion, unconditional love and obedience.

Of course those who don't know or care what our creator requires of women and they believe that we are brainwashed, abused, mentally ill or mentally disabled. None of that is true. He had a monogamous marriage with my sister wife Jessica and it was she and I who asked him to accept responsibility for me and love in exchange for anything and everything that I have to offer. Likewise, it was the two of us that asked him to accept Talisa into our home as our equal and the three of us that petitioned him to take Angalena, our fourth sister wife into our relationship. Beyond this information, we are not here to defend our life choices to strangers, nor will we ask you to defend your life choices to us.

We are here to share our knowledge and experiences to help those who wish to follow a path similar to ours. Many of our posts will be about our experiences as sister wives but the insight shared could be applied to any loving relationship. We hope that you will be blessed by something that we share.

Our lives have an ever evolving cast of characters but today I will concentrate on our immediate family.

Jericho - Our doting husband has a fist of iron and a heart of gold. He will do anything that he can to help his fellow man but he has no patience for bad behavior. He's our gentle giant, 6'5" tall and nearly 300 pounds with broad shoulders and an athletic build we feel as safe with him as we would if we lived in the walled city that carried the name before him. He has an extensive background as a professional fighter, bodyguard and security agent. He wasn't always on the right side of the law but thankfully YHWH blessed him with the ability to stay on the right side of the grass. Today he works with the family businesses, oversees the daily operations of our farm and teaches martial arts. Abuse victims never pay for his services and behind his leadership we donate tons of food annually to the less fortunate.

Jessica - The eldest of the four women, Jessica is Jericho's connection to his passionate side. Because of this he calls her his body. All of us are much younger than he is and it was Jessica that taught him to accept us all in spite of our age, as we have no control over our date of birth but we all have proven maturity beyond our years. She is the one that reminds him that while we are all followers of our creator, we're also women that need his passionate love and affection. We are here as his gifts from God and he should enjoy his gifts. Quick to provide humor, Jessica reminds us all not to take ourselves too seriously. We all love each other equally but Jessica is my best friend. Her girl next door beauty and huge brown eyes are always ready for Jericho to lose himself in those eyes and leave today's problems behind as he daydreams about the future that we will all share. Jessica is a world class chef with no formal training she has won many awards with her cooking skills and her dishes command to dollar through our catering service, food trucks and restaurants. She is the mother of one son born 10/15/2024 and is currently hoping to become pregnant again soon.

Talisa - Native American from the Muscogee nation, Talisa towers over most women at 5'10" and wears heels everywhere she goes. Her name is Muscogee for Beautiful Waters and she lives up to it. She is the only one of us that is physically able to look at Jericho eye to eye and that serves a purpose quite often, allowing him to get lost in her beautiful eyes when his soul is tormented by memories of past evils. She is second oldest and looks as if she was peeled from the pages of a magazine. She's the picture of poise and decorum but she's a ruthless business woman and is by Jericho's side offering her insight and talents in business matters. In Jericho's absence we look to Talisa as our guide to keeping him happy because she is most in touch with him mentally. Because of this he calls Talisa his mind. She is the mother of a 5 year old son and a daughter that was born 10/16/2024, less than 24 hours after Jessica's son.

Angalena - Also known as Angie, she is the youngest of us, the smallest and the most gentle. At 5'1" and barely 100 pounds, Angie looks diminutive compared to the man she loves but nobody told her she's 5'1", she thinks she's 7 feet tall and if you were looking at her accomplishments instead of directly at her you might believe it too. With a whisper in the ear and a kiss on the cheek she can instantly pull Jericho from any gloomy or angry mood. She is becoming a skilled martial artist and teaches martial arts to children and beginning adults. Second only to Jessica in the kitchen she was taught her cooking and home making skills from the same people that taught Jessica as they grew up in the same area. Because of her gentle nature, Jericho views Angie as the personification of his soul and hopes that as the representative of his soul she will continue making it more gentle. Because of her gentle nature Angie handles greeting clients and customers with our businesses. She is Talisa's best friend and is learning the workings of all of our businesses endeavors because as our family and businesses grow Talisa increasingly needs assistance in the office. Angie is currently pregnant with her first child.

Isla - That's me. Also a Native daughter of the Muscogee tribe I am a hopeless romantic and an expert martial artist simultaneously. I look into our husband's eyes and see my future unfold. I encourage and strengthen him with my dreams of what the future holds for us all and the legacy that the five of us will leave behind. Because of this he calls me his heart. I teach yoga and martial arts to advanced students and I assist Angie with customer service. I am able to anticipate a customer's needs and give it to them ensuring a five star rating for us. I will probably do most of the writing in this blog but every entry will bear the mark that we each will put upon it. I am the mother of one son, born October 15, 2024, less than three hours after Jessica's son. Yes, the three of us delivered babies within 24 hours.

I hope that we can share our happiness as well as some of the lessons that we have learned with the help of our heavenly Father's eternal wisdom.

Until next time, may YHWH bless every person who sets their eyes upon this writing.
 
I look forward to reading more from your family. Thank you for taking the time to do the blog and share it for the betterment of others. Blessings!
 
*Isla

I had no courtship and I'm glad I didn't because dating a married man would have been worrisome to me.

Instead, I fell in love with my Dad's business partner and oldest, dearest friend, but allowed outside influences to prevent me from seeking that happiness that I knew he would give me. "I'm too young" "a relationship with him would jeopardize my Dad's friendship with him" "A woman should never approach a man first". Instead I seized every opportunity to look at him and listen to him speaking. Trying hard to not be transparent while desperately hoping he would notice me. Offering to fill his coffee mug or lemonade glass. Buying clothing more appropriate for a grandmother than a 20 something woman and wearing them when he was present, hoping to look older. At one point I even went as far as to add silver highlights to my hair lol.

Meanwhile he rarely made eye contact with me or spoke more than a few words unless I asked him a question that would require a long answer, then I held on to every word and committed it to memory. There were even times that I secretly recorded him speaking and played the recordings as I fell asleep at night, trying to commit his world views to memory in case he ever gave me the opportunity to have a long conversation with him.

Then one day he came to our house and introduced his new girlfriend. My heart sank but I found solace in knowing that she was only a few years older than me and maybe if I prayed hard enough then her relationship would fail and leave behind a heartbroken man who was now open to noticing a younger woman. I befriended her in an attempt to learn her qualities so that I would know how to attract him once she was gone.

I lost hope when they invited me to their wedding. I graciously accepted the invitation, my mother would have rolled over in her grave if I had refused a sincere invitation to share in someone's big day. I choked back tears as I watched the ceremony unfold and I cried myself to sleep after I got home.

Life kept happening and a year later I realized that the woman who had stolen the life that I had dreamed for myself had become the best friend I had ever known. I still loved him beyond description but I knew that I had to keep spending time with her in order to watch his life from a distance and I had to maintain that distance so that my feelings wouldn't show and I could keep my best friend. I was careful to never do anything to cause her to question my motives or to cause him to be tempted to dishonor his marriage.

Then one day I was riding on the back of my dad's motorcycle, with Jericho following behind. Dad wasn't used to this new motorcycle and scared me several times. We stopped at a little old-fashioned country store for sandwiches. Jericho could see the fear in me and as we were about to leave he said to me "Isla ride with me if you want". I felt like I was melting. I hopped on behind him and allowed myself a few seconds of pressing my cheek against his back, closing my eyes and imagining that I was living my dream life rather than disgracing myself by coveting my friend's life. Then I heard a crash up ahead but I was too deep in my thoughts to pay attention. The motorcycle lurched as he accelerated and I was suddenly hanging on for dear life. I snapped out of my daydream and looked ahead and saw smoke around the next curve and I realized Dad was nowhere in sight.

I was sure that I was being punished for the sin that I had just committed in my mind as I watched my future husband throw the blazing motorcycle away from my Dad's limp body. Jericho threw his leather jacket over him to kill the flames and then lifted him slightly. My heart sprang to life when I saw my Dad open his eyes. I was crying nearly uncontrollably and noticed that Jericho's shirt was on fire. I ran over and started tearing his shirt from his body while he still kneeled unflinchingly and held my Dad's head. Dad was saying something that I couldn't hear.

When I finished tearing off the shirt I saw a deep burn that looked like charred meat between his shoulder blades precisely where I had rested my cheek five minutes ago. I ran around to look at my Dad and saw him smiling at me then the life faded from his eyes and my worst nightmares all flashed through my mind at the same time. Then a peace settled over me. I realized that my Dad's last moment had been passed in the arms of the man who had protected him from peril since they were boys. He died seeing me looking over the shoulder of his own protector and probably smiled because he realized that I would be in safe hands, Dad knew that I loved his friend. Maybe he was seeing our future together? The one thing that I was sure of was that he left earth showered in love and never had to spend another day mourning the loss of my mother.

I asked Jericho what he had said but Jericho just said it was private. He stayed close to my sister and I, with the blessing of his wife, until he was sure that we had finished our grieving process. Then he disappeared, he left his wife at home and he buried himself in his work, travelling from contract to contract but always calling home to say good morning and good night to his bride. She seemed okay with it, she said that she understood that it was now his time to grieve and he would be home when things were as they were meant to be.

Then the COVID crisis came. He just kept working and back at home we just kept strengthening our friendship. Then one day I could not stand it anymore. I fell to my knees and confessed to Jessica that I had coveted her husband since before she met him. I swore to her that I had only daydreamed the one time and I had never plotted against her and he had never even looked at me inappropriately. Then I braced myself because I expected her to react with violence. Instead she just smiled and said "I know. I have always known." Then she kissed my forehead and said, your sister loves him too. Let's figure out what we can do about it because I won't give him up for anything but I won't watch my friends continue to drown in heartbreak as they watch me live the life they planned for themselves. We talked for hours. Talisa confessed her love but said that she would never compete with me for the same happiness. A few hours later she had packed her bags and was gone, headed back to the reservation. I knew she would be back soon.

Later I learned my Father's last words, "Take care of my girls the way that only you can. Whatever that looks like, you all have my blessings."

Here we are five years later. Each of us looks into the eyes of our children and knows that he has honored his last promise to his closest friend and knowing that the future holds more wonders and amazing experiences. Above all knowing that it would never have happened if our Heavenly Father had not moved in Jessica's heart and caused her to follow his path instead of the path that she had planned for herself.

Thanks for sharing my journey of my worst nightmare leading to the fruition of my greatest dreams. - Isla
 
*Isla

I had no courtship and I'm glad I didn't because dating a married man would have been worrisome to me.

Instead, I fell in love with my Dad's business partner and oldest, dearest friend, but allowed outside influences to prevent me from seeking that happiness that I knew he would give me. "I'm too young" "a relationship with him would jeopardize my Dad's friendship with him" "A woman should never approach a man first". Instead I seized every opportunity to look at him and listen to him speaking. Trying hard to not be transparent while desperately hoping he would notice me. Offering to fill his coffee mug or lemonade glass. Buying clothing more appropriate for a grandmother than a 20 something woman and wearing them when he was present, hoping to look older. At one point I even went as far as to add silver highlights to my hair lol.

Meanwhile he rarely made eye contact with me or spoke more than a few words unless I asked him a question that would require a long answer, then I held on to every word and committed it to memory. There were even times that I secretly recorded him speaking and played the recordings as I fell asleep at night, trying to commit his world views to memory in case he ever gave me the opportunity to have a long conversation with him.

Then one day he came to our house and introduced his new girlfriend. My heart sank but I found solace in knowing that she was only a few years older than me and maybe if I prayed hard enough then her relationship would fail and leave behind a heartbroken man who was now open to noticing a younger woman. I befriended her in an attempt to learn her qualities so that I would know how to attract him once she was gone.

I lost hope when they invited me to their wedding. I graciously accepted the invitation, my mother would have rolled over in her grave if I had refused a sincere invitation to share in someone's big day. I choked back tears as I watched the ceremony unfold and I cried myself to sleep after I got home.

Life kept happening and a year later I realized that the woman who had stolen the life that I had dreamed for myself had become the best friend I had ever known. I still loved him beyond description but I knew that I had to keep spending time with her in order to watch his life from a distance and I had to maintain that distance so that my feelings wouldn't show and I could keep my best friend. I was careful to never do anything to cause her to question my motives or to cause him to be tempted to dishonor his marriage.

Then one day I was riding on the back of my dad's motorcycle, with Jericho following behind. Dad wasn't used to this new motorcycle and scared me several times. We stopped at a little old-fashioned country store for sandwiches. Jericho could see the fear in me and as we were about to leave he said to me "Isla ride with me if you want". I felt like I was melting. I hopped on behind him and allowed myself a few seconds of pressing my cheek against his back, closing my eyes and imagining that I was living my dream life rather than disgracing myself by coveting my friend's life. Then I heard a crash up ahead but I was too deep in my thoughts to pay attention. The motorcycle lurched as he accelerated and I was suddenly hanging on for dear life. I snapped out of my daydream and looked ahead and saw smoke around the next curve and I realized Dad was nowhere in sight.

I was sure that I was being punished for the sin that I had just committed in my mind as I watched my future husband throw the blazing motorcycle away from my Dad's limp body. Jericho threw his leather jacket over him to kill the flames and then lifted him slightly. My heart sprang to life when I saw my Dad open his eyes. I was crying nearly uncontrollably and noticed that Jericho's shirt was on fire. I ran over and started tearing his shirt from his body while he still kneeled unflinchingly and held my Dad's head. Dad was saying something that I couldn't hear.

When I finished tearing off the shirt I saw a deep burn that looked like charred meat between his shoulder blades precisely where I had rested my cheek five minutes ago. I ran around to look at my Dad and saw him smiling at me then the life faded from his eyes and my worst nightmares all flashed through my mind at the same time. Then a peace settled over me. I realized that my Dad's last moment had been passed in the arms of the man who had protected him from peril since they were boys. He died seeing me looking over the shoulder of his own protector and probably smiled because he realized that I would be in safe hands, Dad knew that I loved his friend. Maybe he was seeing our future together? The one thing that I was sure of was that he left earth showered in love and never had to spend another day mourning the loss of my mother.

I asked Jericho what he had said but Jericho just said it was private. He stayed close to my sister and I, with the blessing of his wife, until he was sure that we had finished our grieving process. Then he disappeared, he left his wife at home and he buried himself in his work, travelling from contract to contract but always calling home to say good morning and good night to his bride. She seemed okay with it, she said that she understood that it was now his time to grieve and he would be home when things were as they were meant to be.

Then the COVID crisis came. He just kept working and back at home we just kept strengthening our friendship. Then one day I could not stand it anymore. I fell to my knees and confessed to Jessica that I had coveted her husband since before she met him. I swore to her that I had only daydreamed the one time and I had never plotted against her and he had never even looked at me inappropriately. Then I braced myself because I expected her to react with violence. Instead she just smiled and said "I know. I have always known." Then she kissed my forehead and said, your sister loves him too. Let's figure out what we can do about it because I won't give him up for anything but I won't watch my friends continue to drown in heartbreak as they watch me live the life they planned for themselves. We talked for hours. Talisa confessed her love but said that she would never compete with me for the same happiness. A few hours later she had packed her bags and was gone, headed back to the reservation. I knew she would be back soon.

Later I learned my Father's last words, "Take care of my girls the way that only you can. Whatever that looks like, you all have my blessings."

Here we are five years later. Each of us looks into the eyes of our children and knows that he has honored his last promise to his closest friend and knowing that the future holds more wonders and amazing experiences. Above all knowing that it would never have happened if our Heavenly Father had not moved in Jessica's heart and caused her to follow his path instead of the path that she had planned for herself.

Thanks for sharing my journey of my worst nightmare leading to the fruition of my greatest dreams. - Isla
Wow, that is an amazing story, I am sorry for your loss here and also thankful for your gain and protection.
 
This is our introduction from our blog

Hello everyone. My name is Isla, and I am a wife in a polygynous marriage. My sister wives and I are creating this blog in hopes of sharing our experiences and lessons we have learned with families who are interested in leading a polygynous or traditional life similar to the lives our ancestors led.

This lifestyle is characterized by total devotion to our Creator and our husband. Our husband is our head and the four of us are his arms and legs, together we make up the body of our family. Our husband gives us mental, emotional, physical and financial support. He protects us from that which would mean us harm. He accepts responsibility for our actions before our creator and he promises to set our happiness and well being as a higher priority than his own. In return we give him our complete devotion, unconditional love and obedience.

Of course those who don't know or care what our creator requires of women and they believe that we are brainwashed, abused, mentally ill or mentally disabled. None of that is true. He had a monogamous marriage with my sister wife Jessica and it was she and I who asked him to accept responsibility for me and love in exchange for anything and everything that I have to offer. Likewise, it was the two of us that asked him to accept Talisa into our home as our equal and the three of us that petitioned him to take Angalena, our fourth sister wife into our relationship. Beyond this information, we are not here to defend our life choices to strangers, nor will we ask you to defend your life choices to us.

We are here to share our knowledge and experiences to help those who wish to follow a path similar to ours. Many of our posts will be about our experiences as sister wives but the insight shared could be applied to any loving relationship. We hope that you will be blessed by something that we share.

Our lives have an ever evolving cast of characters but today I will concentrate on our immediate family.

Jericho - Our doting husband has a fist of iron and a heart of gold. He will do anything that he can to help his fellow man but he has no patience for bad behavior. He's our gentle giant, 6'5" tall and nearly 300 pounds with broad shoulders and an athletic build we feel as safe with him as we would if we lived in the walled city that carried the name before him. He has an extensive background as a professional fighter, bodyguard and security agent. He wasn't always on the right side of the law but thankfully YHWH blessed him with the ability to stay on the right side of the grass. Today he works with the family businesses, oversees the daily operations of our farm and teaches martial arts. Abuse victims never pay for his services and behind his leadership we donate tons of food annually to the less fortunate.

Jessica - The eldest of the four women, Jessica is Jericho's connection to his passionate side. Because of this he calls her his body. All of us are much younger than he is and it was Jessica that taught him to accept us all in spite of our age, as we have no control over our date of birth but we all have proven maturity beyond our years. She is the one that reminds him that while we are all followers of our creator, we're also women that need his passionate love and affection. We are here as his gifts from God and he should enjoy his gifts. Quick to provide humor, Jessica reminds us all not to take ourselves too seriously. We all love each other equally but Jessica is my best friend. Her girl next door beauty and huge brown eyes are always ready for Jericho to lose himself in those eyes and leave today's problems behind as he daydreams about the future that we will all share. Jessica is a world class chef with no formal training she has won many awards with her cooking skills and her dishes command to dollar through our catering service, food trucks and restaurants. She is the mother of one son born 10/15/2024 and is currently hoping to become pregnant again soon.

Talisa - Native American from the Muscogee nation, Talisa towers over most women at 5'10" and wears heels everywhere she goes. Her name is Muscogee for Beautiful Waters and she lives up to it. She is the only one of us that is physically able to look at Jericho eye to eye and that serves a purpose quite often, allowing him to get lost in her beautiful eyes when his soul is tormented by memories of past evils. She is second oldest and looks as if she was peeled from the pages of a magazine. She's the picture of poise and decorum but she's a ruthless business woman and is by Jericho's side offering her insight and talents in business matters. In Jericho's absence we look to Talisa as our guide to keeping him happy because she is most in touch with him mentally. Because of this he calls Talisa his mind. She is the mother of a 5 year old son and a daughter that was born 10/16/2024, less than 24 hours after Jessica's son.

Angalena - Also known as Angie, she is the youngest of us, the smallest and the most gentle. At 5'1" and barely 100 pounds, Angie looks diminutive compared to the man she loves but nobody told her she's 5'1", she thinks she's 7 feet tall and if you were looking at her accomplishments instead of directly at her you might believe it too. With a whisper in the ear and a kiss on the cheek she can instantly pull Jericho from any gloomy or angry mood. She is becoming a skilled martial artist and teaches martial arts to children and beginning adults. Second only to Jessica in the kitchen she was taught her cooking and home making skills from the same people that taught Jessica as they grew up in the same area. Because of her gentle nature, Jericho views Angie as the personification of his soul and hopes that as the representative of his soul she will continue making it more gentle. Because of her gentle nature Angie handles greeting clients and customers with our businesses. She is Talisa's best friend and is learning the workings of all of our businesses endeavors because as our family and businesses grow Talisa increasingly needs assistance in the office. Angie is currently pregnant with her first child.

Isla - That's me. Also a Native daughter of the Muscogee tribe I am a hopeless romantic and an expert martial artist simultaneously. I look into our husband's eyes and see my future unfold. I encourage and strengthen him with my dreams of what the future holds for us all and the legacy that the five of us will leave behind. Because of this he calls me his heart. I teach yoga and martial arts to advanced students and I assist Angie with customer service. I am able to anticipate a customer's needs and give it to them ensuring a five star rating for us. I will probably do most of the writing in this blog but every entry will bear the mark that we each will put upon it. I am the mother of one son, born October 15, 2024, less than three hours after Jessica's son. Yes, the three of us delivered babies within 24 hours.

I hope that we can share our happiness as well as some of the lessons that we have learned with the help of our heavenly Father's eternal wisdom.

Until next time, may YHWH bless every person who sets their eyes upon this wr

*Isla

I had no courtship and I'm glad I didn't because dating a married man would have been worrisome to me.

Instead, I fell in love with my Dad's business partner and oldest, dearest friend, but allowed outside influences to prevent me from seeking that happiness that I knew he would give me. "I'm too young" "a relationship with him would jeopardize my Dad's friendship with him" "A woman should never approach a man first". Instead I seized every opportunity to look at him and listen to him speaking. Trying hard to not be transparent while desperately hoping he would notice me. Offering to fill his coffee mug or lemonade glass. Buying clothing more appropriate for a grandmother than a 20 something woman and wearing them when he was present, hoping to look older. At one point I even went as far as to add silver highlights to my hair lol.

Meanwhile he rarely made eye contact with me or spoke more than a few words unless I asked him a question that would require a long answer, then I held on to every word and committed it to memory. There were even times that I secretly recorded him speaking and played the recordings as I fell asleep at night, trying to commit his world views to memory in case he ever gave me the opportunity to have a long conversation with him.

Then one day he came to our house and introduced his new girlfriend. My heart sank but I found solace in knowing that she was only a few years older than me and maybe if I prayed hard enough then her relationship would fail and leave behind a heartbroken man who was now open to noticing a younger woman. I befriended her in an attempt to learn her qualities so that I would know how to attract him once she was gone.

I lost hope when they invited me to their wedding. I graciously accepted the invitation, my mother would have rolled over in her grave if I had refused a sincere invitation to share in someone's big day. I choked back tears as I watched the ceremony unfold and I cried myself to sleep after I got home.

Life kept happening and a year later I realized that the woman who had stolen the life that I had dreamed for myself had become the best friend I had ever known. I still loved him beyond description but I knew that I had to keep spending time with her in order to watch his life from a distance and I had to maintain that distance so that my feelings wouldn't show and I could keep my best friend. I was careful to never do anything to cause her to question my motives or to cause him to be tempted to dishonor his marriage.

Then one day I was riding on the back of my dad's motorcycle, with Jericho following behind. Dad wasn't used to this new motorcycle and scared me several times. We stopped at a little old-fashioned country store for sandwiches. Jericho could see the fear in me and as we were about to leave he said to me "Isla ride with me if you want". I felt like I was melting. I hopped on behind him and allowed myself a few seconds of pressing my cheek against his back, closing my eyes and imagining that I was living my dream life rather than disgracing myself by coveting my friend's life. Then I heard a crash up ahead but I was too deep in my thoughts to pay attention. The motorcycle lurched as he accelerated and I was suddenly hanging on for dear life. I snapped out of my daydream and looked ahead and saw smoke around the next curve and I realized Dad was nowhere in sight.

I was sure that I was being punished for the sin that I had just committed in my mind as I watched my future husband throw the blazing motorcycle away from my Dad's limp body. Jericho threw his leather jacket over him to kill the flames and then lifted him slightly. My heart sprang to life when I saw my Dad open his eyes. I was crying nearly uncontrollably and noticed that Jericho's shirt was on fire. I ran over and started tearing his shirt from his body while he still kneeled unflinchingly and held my Dad's head. Dad was saying something that I couldn't hear.

When I finished tearing off the shirt I saw a deep burn that looked like charred meat between his shoulder blades precisely where I had rested my cheek five minutes ago. I ran around to look at my Dad and saw him smiling at me then the life faded from his eyes and my worst nightmares all flashed through my mind at the same time. Then a peace settled over me. I realized that my Dad's last moment had been passed in the arms of the man who had protected him from peril since they were boys. He died seeing me looking over the shoulder of his own protector and probably smiled because he realized that I would be in safe hands, Dad knew that I loved his friend. Maybe he was seeing our future together? The one thing that I was sure of was that he left earth showered in love and never had to spend another day mourning the loss of my mother.

I asked Jericho what he had said but Jericho just said it was private. He stayed close to my sister and I, with the blessing of his wife, until he was sure that we had finished our grieving process. Then he disappeared, he left his wife at home and he buried himself in his work, travelling from contract to contract but always calling home to say good morning and good night to his bride. She seemed okay with it, she said that she understood that it was now his time to grieve and he would be home when things were as they were meant to be.

Then the COVID crisis came. He just kept working and back at home we just kept strengthening our friendship. Then one day I could not stand it anymore. I fell to my knees and confessed to Jessica that I had coveted her husband since before she met him. I swore to her that I had only daydreamed the one time and I had never plotted against her and he had never even looked at me inappropriately. Then I braced myself because I expected her to react with violence. Instead she just smiled and said "I know. I have always known." Then she kissed my forehead and said, your sister loves him too. Let's figure out what we can do about it because I won't give him up for anything but I won't watch my friends continue to drown in heartbreak as they watch me live the life they planned for themselves. We talked for hours. Talisa confessed her love but said that she would never compete with me for the same happiness. A few hours later she had packed her bags and was gone, headed back to the reservation. I knew she would be back soon.

Later I learned my Father's last words, "Take care of my girls the way that only you can. Whatever that looks like, you all have my blessings."

Here we are five years later. Each of us looks into the eyes of our children and knows that he has honored his last promise to his closest friend and knowing that the future holds more wonders and amazing experiences. Above all knowing that it would never have happened if our Heavenly Father had not moved in Jessica's heart and caused her to follow his path instead of the path that she had planned for herself.

Thanks for sharing my journey of my worst nightmare leading to the fruition of my greatest dreams. - Isla
You honor me, Princess. Far more than I deserve.
 
*Isla

I had no courtship and I'm glad I didn't because dating a married man would have been worrisome to me.

Instead, I fell in love with my Dad's business partner and oldest, dearest friend, but allowed outside influences to prevent me from seeking that happiness that I knew he would give me. "I'm too young" "a relationship with him would jeopardize my Dad's friendship with him" "A woman should never approach a man first". Instead I seized every opportunity to look at him and listen to him speaking. Trying hard to not be transparent while desperately hoping he would notice me. Offering to fill his coffee mug or lemonade glass. Buying clothing more appropriate for a grandmother than a 20 something woman and wearing them when he was present, hoping to look older. At one point I even went as far as to add silver highlights to my hair lol.

Meanwhile he rarely made eye contact with me or spoke more than a few words unless I asked him a question that would require a long answer, then I held on to every word and committed it to memory. There were even times that I secretly recorded him speaking and played the recordings as I fell asleep at night, trying to commit his world views to memory in case he ever gave me the opportunity to have a long conversation with him.

Then one day he came to our house and introduced his new girlfriend. My heart sank but I found solace in knowing that she was only a few years older than me and maybe if I prayed hard enough then her relationship would fail and leave behind a heartbroken man who was now open to noticing a younger woman. I befriended her in an attempt to learn her qualities so that I would know how to attract him once she was gone.

I lost hope when they invited me to their wedding. I graciously accepted the invitation, my mother would have rolled over in her grave if I had refused a sincere invitation to share in someone's big day. I choked back tears as I watched the ceremony unfold and I cried myself to sleep after I got home.

Life kept happening and a year later I realized that the woman who had stolen the life that I had dreamed for myself had become the best friend I had ever known. I still loved him beyond description but I knew that I had to keep spending time with her in order to watch his life from a distance and I had to maintain that distance so that my feelings wouldn't show and I could keep my best friend. I was careful to never do anything to cause her to question my motives or to cause him to be tempted to dishonor his marriage.

Then one day I was riding on the back of my dad's motorcycle, with Jericho following behind. Dad wasn't used to this new motorcycle and scared me several times. We stopped at a little old-fashioned country store for sandwiches. Jericho could see the fear in me and as we were about to leave he said to me "Isla ride with me if you want". I felt like I was melting. I hopped on behind him and allowed myself a few seconds of pressing my cheek against his back, closing my eyes and imagining that I was living my dream life rather than disgracing myself by coveting my friend's life. Then I heard a crash up ahead but I was too deep in my thoughts to pay attention. The motorcycle lurched as he accelerated and I was suddenly hanging on for dear life. I snapped out of my daydream and looked ahead and saw smoke around the next curve and I realized Dad was nowhere in sight.

I was sure that I was being punished for the sin that I had just committed in my mind as I watched my future husband throw the blazing motorcycle away from my Dad's limp body. Jericho threw his leather jacket over him to kill the flames and then lifted him slightly. My heart sprang to life when I saw my Dad open his eyes. I was crying nearly uncontrollably and noticed that Jericho's shirt was on fire. I ran over and started tearing his shirt from his body while he still kneeled unflinchingly and held my Dad's head. Dad was saying something that I couldn't hear.

When I finished tearing off the shirt I saw a deep burn that looked like charred meat between his shoulder blades precisely where I had rested my cheek five minutes ago. I ran around to look at my Dad and saw him smiling at me then the life faded from his eyes and my worst nightmares all flashed through my mind at the same time. Then a peace settled over me. I realized that my Dad's last moment had been passed in the arms of the man who had protected him from peril since they were boys. He died seeing me looking over the shoulder of his own protector and probably smiled because he realized that I would be in safe hands, Dad knew that I loved his friend. Maybe he was seeing our future together? The one thing that I was sure of was that he left earth showered in love and never had to spend another day mourning the loss of my mother.

I asked Jericho what he had said but Jericho just said it was private. He stayed close to my sister and I, with the blessing of his wife, until he was sure that we had finished our grieving process. Then he disappeared, he left his wife at home and he buried himself in his work, travelling from contract to contract but always calling home to say good morning and good night to his bride. She seemed okay with it, she said that she understood that it was now his time to grieve and he would be home when things were as they were meant to be.

Then the COVID crisis came. He just kept working and back at home we just kept strengthening our friendship. Then one day I could not stand it anymore. I fell to my knees and confessed to Jessica that I had coveted her husband since before she met him. I swore to her that I had only daydreamed the one time and I had never plotted against her and he had never even looked at me inappropriately. Then I braced myself because I expected her to react with violence. Instead she just smiled and said "I know. I have always known." Then she kissed my forehead and said, your sister loves him too. Let's figure out what we can do about it because I won't give him up for anything but I won't watch my friends continue to drown in heartbreak as they watch me live the life they planned for themselves. We talked for hours. Talisa confessed her love but said that she would never compete with me for the same happiness. A few hours later she had packed her bags and was gone, headed back to the reservation. I knew she would be back soon.

Later I learned my Father's last words, "Take care of my girls the way that only you can. Whatever that looks like, you all have my blessings."

Here we are five years later. Each of us looks into the eyes of our children and knows that he has honored his last promise to his closest friend and knowing that the future holds more wonders and amazing experiences. Above all knowing that it would never have happened if our Heavenly Father had not moved in Jessica's heart and caused her to follow his path instead of the path that she had planned for herself.

Thanks for sharing my journey of my worst nightmare leading to the fruition of my greatest dreams. - Isla
Thank you for sharing your tragic yet beautiful story. It moved me to tears.

I am blessed to have a husband in common with the best friend I've ever had. She shared some of her story here a couple years ago. Her user name is serene springs.

It amazes me how YHWH can work all things to our good and bring people together. I hope He continues to bless your family.....and inspire others with your family's light.
 
Come hear Jericho tell part one of our journey at 8 PM Eastern time.

So I'm a bit confused...


If he is an enforcer for a biker gang, why is a judge letting him take children that aren't his, that are headed into the system (one for assaulting an elderly woman for drugs?), to live in his co-ed dormitory on the farm that his farm manager lives in? And what was the bit about the prostitutes? That seemed random and rambling.

And are there 4 kids or 14, that was unclear. Also, are there 4 or 6 women, because he claimed both at different points?
 
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So I'm a bit confused...


If he is an enforcer for a biker gang, why is a judge letting him take children that aren't hers, that are headed into the system, to live in his co-ed dormitory on the farm that his farm manager lives in? And what was the bit about the prostitutes? That seemed random and rambling.

And are there 4 kids or 14, that was unclear. Also are there 4 or 6 women, because he claimed both at different points.
All of it is very suspicious...
 
If he is an enforcer for a biker gang,
Was, over 30 years ago, not is currently. There was never a felony conviction except one that was overturned and expunged. There wasn't even a misdemeanor in our state except one that was expunged. He briefly said that he stayed on the bad side of those people because he refused to commit the heinous crimes or have conflict with anyone who wasn't a gang member. He pretty much just defended the boss from other gangs.

Keep in mind he was trying to fit 35 years into a 90 minute podcast. Trying to remember things from as much as 35 years ago after hundreds of head injuries. And has lost a large portion of his hearing and some of his voice because of injuries. At the end you even hear him offering to talk more beyond the time that was scheduled. This was because he felt that he hadn't covered some important details and had left some things hard to understand. For example Angie was only given one or two mentions and he was troubled by that. He was troubled that he hadn't been able to fully explain our journey to finally understanding what YHWH wanted from us and that exciting moment when we figured it out. There were other things but he accepted that he should have watched the time more closely and we had faith that thing would work out. Perhaps God moved you to make this post to give us the opportunity to clarify some things

why is a judge letting him take children that aren't his, that are headed into the system (one for assaulting an elderly woman for drugs?),
The boys were stealing drugs from their custodial grandmother. She asked for help. In order to help Jericho needed the ability to sign them into school, take them to counseling appointments etc. The solution was for the grandmother to petition the court for joint custody between herself and Jericho. She agreed that if the boys did not improve their behavior she would press charges. We busted our butts to avoid telling her that they wouldn't be reformed and through the grace of God it worked out.

to live in his co-ed dormitory on the farm that his farm manager lives in?
The farm manager is also a youth counselor and drug counselor. We hired him as a farm manager and he does the counseling for little or no pay.

We call it a dormitory but a duplex with very large bedrooms would be a more accurate description to someone who hasn't seen it.

The counselor (Heaven forbid that a farm manager be a decent human being) lives on the boys side in his own bedroom. Two boys have their own bedroom. One boy's mother sleeps on the girls side currently until she and her son find their own place or we move them into a house.

The girls side has the above mentioned mother, who is a widow in a bedroom. The little girl that was mentioned that her mom is missing since August and was just recently declared dead has a bedroom. The little girl's grandma who is also a widow has a bedroom.

And what was the bit about the prostitutes? That seemed random and rambling.
He did ramble. It was because we were communicating with him using sign language. We were asking him if he was sure that was a good topic. He realized it wasn't and as a result he started fumbling his words.


And are there 4 kids or 14, that was unclear.
I have no idea where you got 14, it would be easy to mistakenly think someone said fourteen when they actually said 4. It would be extremely unlikely that someone would tell a story with that much of a discrepancy.


Also, are there 4 or 6 women, because he claimed both at different points?
He said that he provides spiritual covering for two women with whom he has no intimate, sexual or romantic relationship. Refer to the two widows above. That is biblically prescribed. Many people believe that the command to care for widows and orphans doesn't apply to them . We believe it applies to us and we believe it means more than offering them a ride to church or a sandwich.

If you were genuinely confused I hope this was helpful.

For those with a hardened heart I'm sorry that you feel that way. It makes zero sense that we would spend hundreds of hours concocting a story complete with a large cast of diverse characters with individual stories, hundreds more hours learning enough scripture to not look foolish when talking to large numbers of people that have not only studied the Bible but also have the gift of discernment, still hundreds more hours giving testimony and hundreds more offering counsel to those that ask. Then present the fruits of those thousands of hours to lots of people who are Polygynous, are Bible scholars or have the gift of discernment. In other words the community most likely to see through a lie.

Then in return we get ..... Wait for it ....... Absolutely nothing except some fellowship. Actually we get the rewards from our heavenly Father but surely you don't think he would reward liars.

"You will know them by their fruit". He was a terrible man by his own admission many years ago and his fruit was not good. Ask around. You will likely find many people that we have helped and you will find nobody that we have asked for one dime, not Amazon gift cards, not venmo or PayPal, not even a McDonald's coupon. If someone says otherwise pray for that discernment and you will know them by their fruit because they are lying.

If you want, we can pretend this conversation never happened. I understand that it's hard to comprehend something that you never witnessed. I understand that the Father has given us an inordinate amount of blessings. I understand that our husband has faced tribulations that most could never imagine and he lived a very troubling life. I don't fault you for having some doubts.

Now that those doubts have been explained I hope that we can be friends. Otherwise we have nothing more to discuss. We prefer to share love with our brothers and sisters and save war for HaSatan.
 
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Perhaps a new thread about caring for someone who can give nothing in return is in order? I have a few of those.
We were hasty with unkind words in our frustration. We were editing our post when you replied. Please read the edited reply because we're a little ashamed of the original version.
 
If he is an enforcer for a biker gang,
Was, over 30 years ago, not is currently. There was never a felony conviction except one that was overturned and expunged. There wasn't even a misdemeanor in our state except one that was expunged. He briefly said that he stayed on the bad side of those people because he refused to commit the heinous crimes or have conflict with anyone who wasn't a gang member. He pretty much just defended the boss from other gangs.

Keep in mind he was trying to fit 35 years into a 90 minute podcast. Trying to remember things from as much as 35 years ago after hundreds of head injuries. And has lost a large portion of his hearing and some of his voice because of injuries. At the end you even hear him offering to talk more beyond the time that was scheduled. This was because he felt that he hadn't covered some important details and had left some things hard to understand. For example Angie was only given one or two mentions and he was troubled by that. He was troubled that he hadn't been able to fully explain our journey to finally understanding what YHWH wanted from us and that exciting moment when we figured it out. There were other things but he accepted that he should have watched the time more closely and we had faith that thing would work out. Perhaps God moved you to make this post to give us the opportunity to clarify some things

why is a judge letting him take children that aren't his, that are headed into the system (one for assaulting an elderly woman for drugs?),
The boys were stealing drugs from their custodial grandmother. She asked for help. In order to help Jericho needed the ability to sign them into school, take them to counseling appointments etc. The solution was for the grandmother to petition the court for joint custody between herself and Jericho. She agreed that if the boys did not improve their behavior she would press charges. We busted our butts to avoid telling her that they wouldn't be reformed and through the grace of God it worked out.

to live in his co-ed dormitory on the farm that his farm manager lives in?
The farm manager is also a youth counselor and drug counselor. We hired him as a farm manager and he does the counseling for little or no pay.

We call it a dormitory but a duplex with very large bedrooms would be a more accurate description to someone who hasn't seen it.

The counselor (Heaven forbid that a farm manager be a decent human being) lives on the boys side in his own bedroom. Two boys have their own bedroom. One boy's mother sleeps on the girls side currently until she and her son find their own place or we move them into a house.

The girls side has the above mentioned mother, who is a widow in a bedroom. The little girl that was mentioned that her mom is missing since August and was just recently declared dead has a bedroom. The little girl's grandma who is also a widow has a bedroom.

And what was the bit about the prostitutes? That seemed random and rambling.
He did ramble. It was because we were communicating with him using sign language. We were asking him if he was sure that was a good topic. He realized it wasn't and as a result he started fumbling his words.


And are there 4 kids or 14, that was unclear.
I have no idea where you got 14, it would be easy to mistakenly think someone said fourteen when they actually said 4. It would be extremely unlikely that someone would tell a story with that much of a discrepancy.


Also, are there 4 or 6 women, because he claimed both at different points?
He said that he provides spiritual covering for two women with whom he has no intimate, sexual or romantic relationship. Refer to the two widows above. That is biblically prescribed. Many people believe that the command to care for widows and orphans doesn't apply to them . We believe it applies to us and we believe it means more than offering them a ride to church or a sandwich.

If you were genuinely confused I hope this was helpful.

For those with a hardened heart I'm sorry that you feel that way. It makes zero sense that we would spend hundreds of hours concocting a story complete with a large cast of diverse characters with individual stories, hundreds more hours learning enough scripture to not look foolish when talking to large numbers of people that have not only studied the Bible but also have the gift of discernment, still hundreds more hours giving testimony and hundreds more offering counsel to those that ask. Then present the fruits of those thousands of hours to lots of people who are Polygynous, are Bible scholars or have the gift of discernment. In other words the community most likely to see through a lie.

Then in return we get ..... Wait for it ....... Absolutely nothing except some fellowship. Actually we get the rewards from our heavenly Father but surely you don't think he would reward liars.

"You will know them by their fruit". He was a terrible man by his own admission many years ago and his fruit was not good. Ask around. You will likely find many people that we have helped and you will find nobody that we have asked for one dime, not Amazon gift cards, not venmo or PayPal, not even a McDonald's coupon. If someone says otherwise pray for that discernment and you will know them by their fruit because they are lying.

If you want, we can pretend this conversation never happened. I understand that it's hard to comprehend something that you never witnessed. I understand that the Father has given us an inordinate amount of blessings. I understand that our husband has faced tribulations that most could never imagine and he lived a very troubling life. I don't fault you for having some doubts.

Now that those doubts have been explained I hope that we can be friends. Otherwise we have nothing more to discuss. We prefer to share love with our brothers and sisters and save war for HaSatan.

What about the death match? Presumably, he murdered the other man to have won the prize that became his windfall. Does this not concern you?


I'm going to be blunt since no one else will, this all sounds entirely made up and I'm starting to strongly doubt there are even any women. The fight sounds like someone watched Bloodsport and was like "yeahhh, Frank Dux told that tall tale and a movie got made, I will too!" All last night's YouTube live was missing was the time he had to outrun Rosco P. Coltrane with his cousin Bo Duke while trying to stop a nuclear attack as a secret squirrel operator for the President. To any outsider it felt like someone took a half dozen movies and tv shows and borrowed from all of them stating "yeah, that sounds like it could be my life". Combine that with the faceless interview and coming out of nowhere hitting polygamy circles hard trying to share the Hollywood blockbuster of a life...


If you are real, and living with an unconvicted murderer who also happened to be a criminal for 30 years and avoided persecution and is now fostering children for the government, you need to turn him in. Full stop. The children also need to be removed from the property.
 
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Some of us come from backgrounds here we've been persecuted, arrested, and had our children taken from us for over a century for living plural marriage. If everything that was said last night is in fact true, please stop telling people the bulk of that story. A murderer for sport and 30-year gang member turned polygamist savior of stray children will do more harm than good for the public acceptance of polygamy.
 
What about the death match? Presumably, he murdered the other man to have won the prize that became his windfall. Does this not concern you?


I'm going to be blunt since no one else will, this all sounds entirely made up and I'm starting to strongly doubt there are even any women. The fight sounds like someone watched Bloodsport and was like "yeahhh, Frank Dux told that tall tale and a movie got made, I will too!" All last night's YouTube live was missing was the time he had to outrun Rosco P. Coltrane with his cousin Bo Duke while trying to stop a nuclear attack as a secret squirrel operator for the President. To any outsider it felt like someone took a half dozen movies and tv shows and borrowed from all of them stating "yeah, that sounds like it could be my life". Combine that with the faceless interview and coming out of nowhere hitting polygamy circles hard trying to share the Hollywood blockbuster of a life...


If you are real, and living with an unconvicted murderer who also happened to be a criminal for 30 years and avoided persecution and is now fostering children for the government, you need to turn him in. Full stop. The children also need to be removed from the property.
There are definitely some spectacular aspects to this story and clarification is being sought behind the scenes. Hopefully we’ll learn that the extraordinary isn’t impossible and we can all be encouraged by one of the most exciting men of all time.

If not then we’ll act accordingly.
 
What about the death match? Presumably, he murdered the other man to have won the prize that became his windfall. Does this not concern you?


I'm going to be blunt since no one else will, this all sounds entirely made up and I'm starting to strongly doubt there are even any women. The fight sounds like someone watched Bloodsport and was like "yeahhh, Frank Dux told that tall tale and a movie got made, I will too!" All last night's YouTube live was missing was the time he had to outrun Rosco P. Coltrane with his cousin Bo Duke while trying to stop a nuclear attack as a secret squirrel operator for the President. To any outsider it felt like someone took a half dozen movies and tv shows and borrowed from all of them stating "yeah, that sounds like it could be my life". Combine that with the faceless interview and coming out of nowhere hitting polygamy circles hard trying to share the Hollywood blockbuster of a life...


If you are real, and living with an unconvicted murderer who also happened to be a criminal for 30 years and avoided persecution and is now fostering children for the government, you need to turn him in. Full stop. The children also need to be removed from the property.
Matthew 18:15 Moreover if thy brother shall trespass against thee, go and tell him his fault between thee and him alone: if he shall hear thee, thou hast gained thy brother. 16 But if he will not hear thee, then take with thee one or two more, that in the mouth of two or three witnesses every word may be established. 17;And if he shall neglect to hear them, tell it unto the church: but if he neglect to hear the church, let him be unto thee as an heathen man and a publican.
Since you clearly don't believe that Biblical instructions don't apply to you, as evidenced in your repeated lies that are glaringly obvious to anyone paying attention, and your inappropriate methods of conflict resolution.

I will, however address the members of the body of Christ who might view this.

In that interview it was clearly stated that I was bullied into a 2 year period of working with some undesirable people. It was also stated that I frequently refused orders because I refused to harm innocent people. I further stated that most of the time, I just stood around and looked mean. What I didn't add was that I was pressed into another year as a result of refusing orders repeatedly.

This person twisted that 3 year period over 30 years ago into an accusation of being currently active in a criminal organization. My wife gave him the benefit of the doubt and explained to him the discrepancy. He returned and doubled down on his blatant lie by translating a bad situation 30 years ago into being a "30-year gang member". There were other clarifications offered but he has been repeatedly arrested for over 100 years according to his claim so as a 118+ year old I'm sure there's either a lie there or a lot of wisdom.

Next he repeatedly accused a claim of fostering children "for the government". That was never claimed on my behalf. As a matter of fact that was also clarified that it was at the request of the children's families.

I'm surprised that such an expert on everything under the sun doesn't already know this but a death match does not end by killing someone. Fight promoters would be out of business very quickly if half of the participants were killed every night. Nobody dies unless it's an accident or one person goes off the rails and acts inappropriately. If someone did die, the winner loses their prize money, at least in my experience but I never saw such a match end that way. They call it a death match for hype and it simply means that both participants are skilled enough to make death a possibility. In fact, a death match is safer than a typical fight because the level of skill involved greatly reduces chance of accidents. It would be stupid on behalf of either participant to intentionally cause serious harm because that other guy is almost like your business partner, the contest requires 2 participants and if you get a reputation for intentionally doing serious harm then people are going to refuse to compete against you. The vast majority of fights would end with a knockout punch or a sleeper hold. Leaving the participants with some minor injuries but able to compete again in a few days. You were only protected by the other man's self control, and there was no referee to stop the event. That's why it was very dangerous. There were some men who gained pleasure from hurting others, those men had short careers because nobody wanted that. The biggest threat to spectators at these events was getting caught in the crossfire between rivals or losing your money because it was seized in a bust for illegal gambling. The biggest threat to participants was getting in there with an inexperienced opponent who got in a lucky attack and caused serious injury.

I don't have a clue who Frank Dux is and unless he's a fellow Christian who wants to share a testimony or share worship I don't really care who he is. Presumably he has something to do with the movie Bloodsport but I haven't seen that movie in decades. I do remember a little bit of the movie and in my experience it was not realistic at all.

So if I didn't do much for the MC except fight or threaten a few rival MC members and I didn't intentionally cause any serious injuries to any fighters why was I so guilt ridden and emotionally damaged? I hope most of you already know that answer. If you don't it was because I realized that it was wrong to intentionally cause pain just for pay.

If you think about it, the story is interesting, and it might seem extraordinary to most but in the grand scheme of things it is not. There are hundreds of thousands if not millions of gang members. Many of them find their way to Christ and rejoice. Even more get involved in fighting for sport. Many more fight for sport without being affiliated.

The contact that I mentioned regarding rights to my life story were primarily interested in Polygyny. That other stuff would have only been movie, book or TV worthy if it was misrepresented.

If someone has a question of me and genuinely wants an answer it would probably be most productive to ask me rather than throw about assumptions and false accusations. I'm happy to entertain curiosity. I just have no patience for a Pretentious, self righteous attack that is riddled in sin, in a biblical community in attempt to make a name for themselves. I'm not here to attack anyone, quite the opposite, I have only offered friendly fellowship and encouragement.

It might be prudent to wonder why the accused person has been behaving as biblically prescribed while the accuser either considers themselves above the word of the Messiah, or has no idea what he taught.

May you all receive the blessings that our heavenly Father finds appropriate.
 
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Since you clearly don't believe that Biblical instructions don't apply to you, as evidenced in your repeated lies that are glaringly obvious to anyone paying attention,


I'm directly referencing things from your interview last night, so if what I've said is lies, they originated from you.

If I murdered someone for a cash prize and built a life of luxury with those winnings, as a Christian, I would turn myself in, not go on a YouTube channel to semi-brag about it.
 
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