posted on Oct, 26 2009 @ 12:24 AM
Looking back, who would've thought that I would take after my father to a certain degree... Considering our rocky relationship...
My father was a conspiracy theorist to the fullest degree of the definition. He sought for truth. He sought for answers.
As children, certain foods were banned from the household. Any food that contained "high fructose corn syrup" were banned from our household. My
father said that high fructose corn syrup was a mind control drug. We were taught to read the food labels and to find alternative foods if our father
wasn't around to okay our selections. Bringing Dr. Pepper into the house was the equivalent of getting busted with marijuana in normal families.
We did not eat fast food or eat at fancy restaurants unless it was an extremely special occasion. Then he made an exception, since many of our closest
relatives didn't even know our beliefs. We kept it a secret so that the "government wouldn't find out about us" (but I think the real reason was
that Dad didn't want people to think we were crazy).
Healthy foods such as potatoes were dried and stored for emergency. My father taught me how to fish, hunt and survive off the land. I remember the
first time he taught me how to shoot a gun. "Here son, take my rifle. Aim it at that target over there. You'll need to know how to use this one
TV time was usually reserved for my father. He spent many hours watching a JFK video of his assassination. The "magic bullet". "Back... And
forth... Back... And forth". Because my father was convinced that it was a cover up.
My father hated the school system and wasn't even comfortable sending his own daughter to high school, but as he put it, she was already
"brainwashed". After my third day of sixth grade my father gave me a choice. "Son, I'm about to give you an important choice and I'm not going to
lie to you. You can go to school like your sister and you will be brainwashed and force fed lies, but you will make many friends but I'd really like
to home school you" and so, I was home schooled. After one year of living with my father and being "awakened" - I decided to return home to my
Years later, my father was labeled many things when his own mother (my grandmother) called the police and told them that he had gone crazy. In her
defense, that night he did. He was convinced that my grandmother was part of a conspiracy to capture him and he allegedly "attacked" her (I wasn't
there, so I don't know exactly what happened). Ironically, that night she turned him in and told the police everything. The emergency food, the
conspiracy theories, the JFK videos... He was ordered to seek counseling and that's when they told him that he had a rare form of schizophrenia and
was ordered to take medication. In a way, the conspiracy's drove him crazy, I guess.
I would say that's when I became awake, because years later here I am on the worlds largest conspiracy forums. The difference though is that I am
more of a skeptic then he was. I try to find proof of something before assuming that's what's happening.
Breaking it to my mother hasn't been easy, because I have to avoid making her worry that I am anything like my father. But every once in awhile, I am
able to talk to her about things I have found. She knows somethings not right, but I think she's very skeptical and wants to know exactly what is
going on before she starts raising her fists in anger. Maybe that's where I get the skeptical-ness from.