Name: Eagle Kifrigan
Age: 23
Location: Middle East

My mind is like a ghost city. Every time I want to access a thought, a memory, a picture, I find myself running through empty streets, searching for the right street, finding it and looking for the right building, finding that and looking for the right room.

My God! There are thousands of rooms! I finally find it… there it is, room, 2036ABSX and a half. Yup. I’ve had to divide floors in half for lack of space in my mind. Not only that but I’ve added a half to every single number AND letter. But that’s ok, I seem to find everything I need to find in no time.

Finally finding the right room, I search for the right cabinet. Again, there are thousands or millions, I don’t know. I wonder at how many memories can lie in the deep recesses of a single and lonesome mind. Yup, each one of us must carry a load of information that cannot be fathomed, yet it all seems intact. Some of it seems hazy as I look at it, but most of it is in good condition. I find the cabinet containing memories of my childhood. I search frantically! Where is it? I find all sorts of folders in every single drawer, but not one contains the memory I’m looking for.

I finally look up from the mess of papers I have made and seem to be looking in the mirror. I’m in the bathroom at home. I’m staring at myself in the mirror. I have heard one too many comments from disgruntled ex-members and have devoted 2 whole minutes to searching my mind for degrading, perverted or abusive memories of people—anyone in the Family—I tell myself. But I cannot find a single one! That’s it! Not one! I have searched but not one. That’s why I never find any… Not only that but I have actually wasted 2 minutes, all because of ongoing comments and the harassment from unhappy members who just won’t move on!!

I mean, if I open a site called MOVING ON I might as well show that I am moving on! I try my best to put what I believe is right to practice, yet reliving the past, remembering moments that MAY have happened, or that actually did happen with the intent of ‘moving on’, yet not actually doing that should not be categorized as ‘moving on’!

I splash my face and dab it dry with a towel. What’s going on? What’s the world coming to when a decent and respectable person is degraded and a disturbed individual uplifted? Has the world lost its sense of judgment? Have we?

I say we unite as one! I say we rally our minds and hearts as one and fight in perfect harmony in the spirit against this onslaught! Whaddayasay? Let’s whop’em! I can’t stand losing a battle and especially one I know I’m right in. I’m not one to sit idly by and watch the meek, distressed, and the downtrodden be more deeply downtrodden; stampeded into the sinking-sand of society! I will not stand idly by! Who’s on our side?

“The fight is on, oh Christian soldier!” The fight of the spirit. Do we fight or do we sit and watch? I say we fight! I say we stand strong in the face of adversity and give’em a lickin’ like they never had before! And we fight where we know best… yes, the spirit! We have the upper hand, we know the rules, we know the terrain, we know the weapons, we’ve been training with them for years, I hope! I only pray we’ll be skilled enough, but we are, right? Time is of the essence.

I know we can do it! Our hearts as one, our minds and souls… but most of all… our PRAYERS!