Just as a demonstration of the ravings I got, Phaedrus’ email to me:
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Dear Shannon,
I would like to say a few things to you. First, I know you are Clark K, in fact I have enough evidence that if the matter were to be decided in a court of law I would win. I prefer not to disclose my methods or the facts that they uncovered but I assure you they are all legal and moral. I respect you and in some sense even like you, but I was less than happy to find out you are Clark. You can deny it all you like; the findings of fact and the weight of the evidence are against you. I know other things about you as well. I know that you have been abused and are a very sensitive person. Not only have I practiced law but also I have more than a small amount of psychology in my training. I saw your paintings and they made me weep. I am sorry for whatever happened to you. I find it interesting that a lady who can see “beauty” in a pile of garbage and thinks animals have emotions cannot see any good in me. If you are as adept in shifting your perception as you say you are, you have the ability to see me as good. Your reasons for not doing so in reference to me are of your own choosing and even you might not be aware of those reasons.
Your reasons for disliking me are two-fold. One, my actions, I take full responsibility for my actions which during the flat earth thread left much to be desired at times. If I were to do a fearless inspection of myself even my motive (not wanting to get close to others) might appear weak. Two, your subjective interpretation of my actions, since the flat earth thread I have made quite a few friends, if I upset you in that thread I have no doubt that you are not pleased to see others getting to know me and like me. If anything, it might make you more upset than you already are. If their were many who disliked me after the flat earth thread I might be more inclined to
say I am just a jerk, but since others disagree with you and your small
coterie of friends I split the blame evenly between us. You used Clark in a vicious way to lure me into a trap, something I’ll not likely forget. Nevertheless, I will not reveal your second persona to anyone for any reason. Your secret is safe with me.
I noticed too a similarity between you and andros (androgynous? As in your male counter part?). But I have not done the investigating to see if you are “him” as well. Perhaps you aren’t and you have made me more suspicious than I should be using reason as my guide.
(A note: I have done a lot more investigating since I began this letter and I KNOW that you are andros as well. Stop this at ONCE! If you persist I WILL expose YOU for the fraud that you are, I will inform Libby first, I am sure he will be pleased to know that the Lady? he admires so much is SO sick. You are trying very hard to discredit me and it would be in YOUR best interest to cease and desist, because if you don’t I WILL let the entire board know what you are and what you are doing.)
I also noticed that you have read C. S. Lewis. No one reads him unless one of two things has happened. One, a person is seeking; I rule that out in your case but not entirely. You may be searching and it is so veiled I cannot see it. Two, and the more likely, is that a friend or relative gave you the book or at least suggested it. If that is the case you have a “fundie” or close proxy in your life or perhaps had one at one time in the past. IF that is true I can understand your atheistic stance more clearly.
I know you are sensitive and so am I. I play classical guitar among many instruments and have a fair understanding of the arts. People like us are touchy, no denying it. I have told the board of my losses and I assure you they are real. Perhaps in my sensitive state I should not post until I get a better handle on things.
Here is a part of a letter I sent to someone who requested the admin. for my e-mail address. It should give you a better insight as to where I am coming from.
"In the past five years I have lost my daughter, my wife, my mother and my sister.
My daughter was an only child and left me no grandchildren.
My wife was an old childhood sweetheart (I knew her 38 years).
My Mother died of Cancer; I was her only son (I am a cancer survivor).
My sister departed after a long battle with Crohn’s disease, she was my only sibling.
I don’t know if you have read C.S. Lewis but he has a book called, “A Grief Observed”.
Here are a couple of quotes:
“Meanwhile, where is God? This is one of the most disquieting symptoms. When you are happy, so happy that you tempted to feel His claims upon you as an interruption, if you remember yourself and turn to Him with gratitude and praise, you will be-or so it feels-welcomed with open arms. But go to Him when your need is desperate, when all other help is vain, and what do you find? A door slammed in your face, and a sound of bolting and double bolting on the inside. After that, silence. You may as well turn away.
The longer you wait, the more emphatic the silence becomes. There are no windows in the house. It might be an empty house. Was it ever inhabited? It seemed so once. And that seeming was as strong as this. What can this mean? Why is He so present a commander in our time of prosperity and so very absent a help in our time of trouble?”
“Cancer, and cancer, and cancer. My Mother, my Father, my Wife. I wonder who is next in the queue.”
“I have no photograph of her that’s any good. I cannot even see her face distinctly in my imagination. Yet the odd face of some stranger seen in a crowd this morning may come before me in vivid perfection the moment I close my eyes tonight. No doubt, the explanation is simple enough. We have seen the faces of those we know best so variously, from so many angles, in so many lights, with so many expressions-waking, sleeping, laughing, crying, eating, talking, thinking-that all the impressions crowd into our memories together and cancel out into a mere blur… But her voice is remembered-that can turn me into a whimpering child.”
“Have I forgotten when she cried out, “And there was so much to live for”? Happiness had not come to her early in life. A thousand years of it would not have made her blasé. Her palate for all the joys of sense and intellect and spirit was fresh and unspoiled. Nothing would have been wasted on her. She liked more things and liked them more than anyone I have ever known. A noble hunger, long unsatisfied, met at last its proper food, and almost instantly the food was snatched away. Fate (or whatever it is) delights to produce a great capacity and then frustrate it. Beethoven went deaf. By our standards a mean joke; the monkey trick of a spiteful imbecile.”
I have a deep background in Christianity. I have been to Bible College and read the New Testament in Greek. I have been a crisis interventionist for a suicide hotline and have a fair amount of psychology in my training.
I created Phaedrus to help me spend time on the board and not get close to anyone. I am in a very sensitive state right now and I need love and understanding. I DO NOT need Christian platitudes. My entire life has been one of misery, more than most have heard of for a person my age.
I do not need judgement. I need understanding.
I have had “fundies” in my life more than a little, so I am particularly leery of them and their motives have hurt me. Why do you wish to know me better? I am lonely and would appreciate more contact with others. That is my motive. I live a life of comparative isolation, but I am making steps to be with others more. I prefer to spend time with those who care about me or might want to, I do not spend time with “well-meaning” souls who “just want to help” and end up fouling things up more than helping.
I am honoured that you reached out and I hope your motives are pure."
I love animals just as much as you do, perhaps even more. I lost my best friend,