Don’t you just love it when people don’t get the memo. What I
mean is we can walk through life thinking that people have heard how marred we
are—the result of being gaslit—and we seriously feel that that marring will
remain with us forever.
That’s why it’s great when others we don’t know
haven’t received the memo; they haven’t yet bought into what is ‘wrong’ about
us; what the gaslighter has said.
Soon, as we start associating with this new
tribe, we find that we are amongst true friends, that we feel safe again, and
that they didn’t receive the memo, and because of the people they are, that means
we don’t get scapegoated like we have been scapegoated before.
It’s such a refreshing déjà vu,
as if life has been lit in us again!
as if life has been lit in us again!
Isn’t it amazing how high we can fly when we
are no longer marred by falsities of fancy; the imaginings of minds that play
make believe that never seem to rise to reality in the relational realm?
I mean by that—which can sound mean!—that those who do the
gaslighting may well promote how they get on with others, but in reality their
own relationships are usually nowhere near as good as they think they are.
Their perceptions don’t meet with the perceptions of others.
Wouldn’t it be better to downplay how
effectively we relate with others? Wouldn’t it be better for others to say how blessed they feel by
being in our presence?
When a person comes to me and they say how much
they have done, what they have achieved, who they know, how great people think
they are, and how much they have, I just think narcissism.
Who can possibly live up to such claims? And especially when I
know the realities have been exaggerated. Listen carefully; lies speak loud! These
same people, who not-so-quietly parade their wares before anyone who will
watch, who have no disdain for themselves, but are not short of disdain for
others, even to a spark that sets a forest of derision ablaze, are the ones
behind the scapegoating of individuals who don’t subscribe to their majesty of
being.
And oh what joy it is to have left a toxic
environment, where nothing in us would grow, in the hope of finding something
new. Even the desert experience was better, for desert experiences teach us to
rely on God all the more. And desert experiences are not inherently unsafe. See how diabolical the tempestuous land
of abuse is?
Having traversed the desert, having dug deep of
our soul, travailing fathomless depths, feeding on the grits of despair, we
grew more there, because at least life was not being sucked out of us.
And out of the desert we emerged, to a place
where our tribe came to find us; we do not find them—they found us, and they
accepted us. Our new tribe didn’t
get the memo. And we praise the Lord for that! And even if they did get the
memo, what they now know of us puts to death all those silly accusations. A
reputation of dirt and dust comes to life, just as out of ash the phoenix rises
again. And as we rose, we did not burn them asunder; just called them to
confession and repentance, which is the only Jesus salvation there is.
The very best thing about having been gaslit—oh
thank you Lord for this!—is, once we have stunk that smell of burning vapour torching
the tissues of our spirit, we know
this abuse is both pungent and real, and we are given the fuller gift of
discernment for it. God does this so we can help others.
The purpose of abuse, recovery,
unto recovery for yet others.
unto recovery for yet others.
The advocate enters the arena.
But oh that gaslighter; may their lies burn
them to the ground such that their only rise would occur through confession and
repentance, for anyone who confesses and repents deserves the mercy of God and
all humankind.
And that is the test! All the survivor asks for
is justice. Their vindication like the noonday sun! (Psalm 37:6b)
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