You Didn't Dodge a Bullet, You Dodged a Missile, Part II

Demar Dotson.

I've mentioned before that I don't plan on doing many more posts on my experience in that shit hole called The Way of Yah Synagogue, and this post could be the one that leads to me writing a book regarding my experience in religion. There's only so many posts one can write about one subject. In my case, a book is a lot easier than putting out a bunch of blogs, and it's something I've been contemplating for a while.

I won't reveal the name of the book or when it will be released, but everything in the book will cover the things that I've talked about in my blogs concerning my experience in religion, particularly my experience at The Way of Yah Shitagogue, plus I will go more in-depth with some situations that took place.

Now, I didn't plan on doing a part two for this, but something came to mind the other night that I forgot about. I remember their "pastor" Henry Smith saying how he has all of these celebrities/athletes who watch him, as a matter of fact, one of his former members played in the NFL-- who will remain nameless-- and I remember one particular athlete who came through during one of the, as they used to call it,  "feast days" for a visit.

His is name Demar Dotson. He recently played offensive tackle for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers in the NFL. Demar, perhaps you didn't see me the week you visited, but you had on an all-black attire the night I saw you, and if you ever come across this post, I'm going to tell you the same thing I told the young man in my previous post: You didn't miss anything. You didn't miss shit. If anything, not only did you dodge a bullet, you dodged a missile.

You will be well received at first, well, being an NFL athlete, you probably would've been treated with more esteem, but in general, they will receive you as one of their own, make you feel as if they're closer than a family, then as time goes on, you will eventually see the masks fall off and find out that this "man of the Most High" is an arrogant, self-righteous, sadistic prick, and most of his members are a bunch of grimey, backstabbing bastards.

Some might say, "You're just mad because you got put out." Uh-uh. On the contrary. My anger comes from how I was treated. In retrospect, I'm glad he booted me off the plantation. They can have it. I don't have to worry about following those goofy rules and restrictions, and I don't have to sit through countless hours of hearing fairy tales from a book, followed by countless hours of pointless, bullshit meetings. To whoever my "replacement" is, I say to you, better you than me.

Overall, you did yourself a huge favor by not joining them. You saved yourself time, years and money. I wish I would've done the same. I made a huge mistake getting involved with those monkeys, but I've learned from it, and I will keep moving forward.

To Elijah: You Didn't Dodge a Bullet, You Dodged a Missile

The Flash (DC Comics).

I was on YouTube, and there's a channel that has nearly 1,000 videos, and I'll say at least 95 percent of those videos are dedicated to exposing one man. I understand; people like this guy have been ripping off our people for years, but a lot of so-called black folks tend to give him a pass because he has rocked them to sleep with his strong speech and "swag." I could go on about how goofy that is, but that's for another blog.

I understand this woman's determination to make people like him no more, so to speak, but on the surface, posting that many videos concerning one man can make one look like a psychotic stalker. I say that to say a lot of posts on this blog lately have been on my experiences at that shit hole called The Way of Yah Synagogue-- if the name hasn't changed again.

My purpose(s) for doing this is to get things off my chest that went down during my time there, stuff that I've held in for years, because I was caught up in that "greater good," "bigger picture" bullshit and to tell my side of the story. I don't plan on doing many more blogs on that shit hole called a synagogue, and I'm definitely not going to post that many blogs, but I said going into this that this was going to be a slow cook, so I will bide my time and take my time with this.

I contacted another former member a few months ago (the person will remain nameless) and they told me that they miss some people, but they don't miss the way (i.e. the religious lifestyle that was taught). I can't say that I miss anyone, if I do, I can count on one hand how many, and when I think back on it, I don't miss those goofy ass rules either. You can't do this, you can't go to this place because it was named after and "referenced" to some god (e.g. Apollo Theater) you can't cut your hair or beard a certain way, etc. Although there are certain things I still hold to such as not celebrating holidays-- to me, it's pointless-- but overall, I'm glad to be free of that bullshit.

Another thing, I have said in previous posts or videos that I don't hate their "pastor" Tony Smith, but I have to come clean about it. I was lying to myself. I can't stand that motherfucker. I put my trust in him, and I came to him showing nothing but respect. That trust was betrayed and the respect wasn't reciprocated. The respect I had for him is down the drain.

Now, on with the subject. Around 2014, there was a young man named Elijah-- I never knew his last name-- who was very interested in joining the then-Way of God Church. Long story short, this is a young man who, if I'm not mistaken, had an opportunity to go to college on a swimming scholarship, but was willing to walk away from all of that despite protests from his family to join the congregation.

About two years later, according to their "pastor" Tony Smith, "The Most High" revealed unto to him (allegedly) that this young man was not getting in (i.e. joining the now-synagogue). I'm sure this young man was devastated by this "revelation," but Elijah, in case you ever read this, let me tell you something: you didn't miss anything. You didn't miss shit.

They will treat like one of their own at first (seemingly) better than your immediate family, but give it a few months or years, you would've seen the masks fall off and discovered that the man who is supposed to be your "spiritual leader" and "watchman for your soul" is nothing more than an arrogant, self-righteous, sadistic prick, and most of his members are a bunch of cut-throat, treacherous motherfuckers.

In the end, what you would've ran into would've been a complete waste of time, years and money. Trust me, I know. I hope you didn't throw an opportunity at a great career away trying to follow that piece of shit and that fairy tale ass religion he put together. The more I think about it, the more I'm glad I'm no longer there. From my experience, you didn't dodge a bullet, you dodged a missile.

Preaching to the Choir: Part Four: The Yes-Men

Sgt. Proctor (left) from the movie Police Academy. Big-time Yes-Men doing his boss' bidding.

Following up on the last post when I talked about the preacher's parrots, yes, a "parrot" in this case can be a man as well, but it's usually a woman. With that being said, here's the male version of the groveling and blind devotion. Not justifying it, but in some cases, it's done out of survival. They've been spellbound by the fear of committing this "cardinal sin" if they cross the man of whatever entity they serve put in leadership, so they put up with being belittled and verbal abuse disguised as "correction" or "jokes."

It reminds of my people back when slavery and racism was more overt. Despite the fucked up, demeaning way, to say the least, they were being treated by whitey, most of them put on a smile and accepted it out of survival, out of the fear of losing what little positions they had or even losing their lives. I don't co-sign them accepting being blatantly disrespected and mistreated-- again, to say the least-- but for the most part, that's the way it was at that particular time. Most of them endured it out of survival.

In some cases, I think that was the situation in the synagogue-- more like a shitagogue-- where I came from. Again, not justifying it, but I think some people endured or are still enduring it out of survival, out of the fear of not wanting to "cross the boss," and wind up "going to hell." However, a lot of them are natural butt kissers.

I remember there was another former member who referred to this megalomaniac's ministers as "yes men." Well, I can definitely say that for two of them. It was three ministers when I was there, I don't know if any have been added or decreased since then. The older guy was cool, but I know that bonbon head prick of a leader runs a hive-minded organization, so I know how that goes.

One a side note, the geechee, one of his ministers, was the one who low-key kickstarted the lie that I don't speak to people. This was followed by the blatant lie told by their "pastor." Then tiger paws-- I guess he still have that bullshit in his head-- the associate or assistant pastor, last I checked, did a sermon the following night, commenting on the slick: "If you don't speak to people, then you don't need to be here," perpetuating the lie told by his massa. He put it out there in general, but I knew he was talking about me.

The crazy part is, I spoke to those yes men, but because of the lie their massa told, his punk ass turned around and said what he said. That bugged-eyed bastard would berate and lambaste them, and they would just crawl back behind his ass like good ol' yes men. It was really bad with the male members of the congregation. One guy said he would take a bullet for that piece of shit. Wow. Really? Lol.

Another side note: Speaking of which, if his "prophesy" or whatever term he uses for it is true about someone in the congregation setting him up to be taken out-- which I think is bullshit; nobody's thinking about that bitch, he's just trying to make himself seem more important than he is-- whatever he gets he deserves.

Anyway, now that I'm thinking about it, some of the guys are just as bad as the women, doing any and everything to vie for their pastor's attention. I've seen dudes back-door, undercut and throw other dudes under the bus to try and score brownie points with their pastor. I've experienced and witnessed this.

I guess their "leader" was correct after all. He is "building men"...Yes-Men. People really need to be careful following Henry Smith and the many self-righteous cunts like him. All of the butt kissing and blind devotion shows that you will follow these jokers anywhere, as long as they put enough conviction behind what they're saying. Be careful because you could be following them off a cliff. I say that figuratively, but hey, you never know. There was the Guyana incident.

As a matter of fact, last I checked, Henry was talking about how eventually they will have to go back to what most know as Jerusalem. I don't know if he's still on that bullshit but I would definitely be leery. The more I think about it, the more I'm glad to be out of there and away from those arrogant, cut-throat folks. It wasn't all of them, but there were way too many of them.

In conclusion, aside from getting some things off my chest, one of the purposes of this series is because I know I'm not the only one who has experienced and/or witnessed these things in these religious organizations. Better yet, let's call most of them what they are, especially The Way of Yah: a shit hole.

I know there are people out who can relate to my experiences and have dealt with or are still dealing with the nonsense that goes on in these organizations. My next post isn't a part of the series, but to me, it will serve as a powerful, insightful conclusion.

Preaching to the Choir: Part Two: The Biggest Sorcerers Ever?

Photo Credit: SirTravelALot. Shutterstock Photos.

I sound like a broken record at this point, but I'll say it again: after being in religion and religious organizations for over 20 years, I understand why a lot of people lose faith and walk away from the whole thing altogether or never dealt with it in the first place. A lot of people have lost confidence in religion, particularly pastors, and as I've mentioned in a previous post, for a long time, I've been skeptical of most pastors, but after my last experience in a congregation, my skepticism of them has seriously increased.

The second of my two-part series, this is my presentation based on my what I've witnessed and heard considering these "spiritual leaders." These men are typically held in high regard by most, particularly their congregation. These men claim that they have been sent by the Most High, that they heard from TMH Himself, which is interesting. I'm not talking about all pastors but I am talking about most of them.

It's funny because most religious sects speak out against sorcery, but I think pastors/preachers may be the greatest sorcerers ever. The have the ability to mesmerize, play with the members' emotional heart strings, and downright mindfuck them into believing anything if they're convincing enough. I think they're part of the reason why we have pussified and passive responses (i.e. "forgiving" people who we-- collectively-- have no business forgiving) which I briefly alluded to this in this post.

It has been no secret about these preachers who have robbed the members and have slept with members other than their wives. It's usually the female members, who are typically dressed as if they're in a club. In some cases, it's other men or even doing inappropriate things with children. There can be concrete evidence against this man-- in this case, "man" meaning preachers in general-- yet, people will still defend and support him.

They have the ability to turn people against you. For example, they will project that you are a certain way. What this does in return is create a pre-conceived notion that at least 90 percent of the members will agree with and will usually approach you based on that perception versus finding out for themselves.

I had one who actually made me look like a villain in meeting over my preference of how I wanted to be addressed. That had to be the biggest pile of bullshit ever. It's my fucking name, and he's going to try to dictate how he addresses me? Nah, dude. Anyway, after the meeting, this half-breed bitch gave me a nasty look due to this "pastor" villainizing me.

Part of it is out of fear that they're somehow going against him, and is committing sin at that point. Then there's the dickheads who already don't like you and will side with him just because. There are a few who will understand what you're dealing with or where you're coming from, but they will tell you on the side later. They won't say it front of the group, usually out of that same fear.

The same cunt later told a blatant fucking lie on me, and those (mostly) negroes knew what he was saying was completely untrue, and they sat there and went right along with it. One dumb ass bitch had the audacity to repeat that bullshit in a phone conversation. What really got me was she was one of the people who knew that wasn't true, but like the mindfiucked, cut-throat heifer she was, went along with it.

Part of their witchcraft is convincing people that they heard from the "Most High," "Lord," or whatever title you want to use. Certain things that they say will come to pass, and it will look as if they have this esteemed connection with this great entity, which will invoke fear in many and usually too much respect from many.

Truthfully, it's a matter of experience in regards to knowing, dealing with and reading people, pattern recognition, processing that information, and making a call from there based on how well you know that person and their tendencies. They haven't heard shit from anybody; it's a coincidental scare tactic at best.

In conclusion, I find it quite interesting...and ironic...and hypocritical that they will preach fervently against magic, witchcraft, sorcery-- whatever you want to call it, it's all the same thing-- but then when they step to the pulpit or front of the congregation, it seems they say "Arbra Cadabra" as soon as they open their mouths.

"You'll Find Out:" A Tales from the Darkside Correlation

Drogan. Tales from the Darkside: The Movie.

Over the years, I've found myself saying in this in certain situations. For instance, "black" women who have sided with white folks (i.e. the Feminist movement, government and the media) in throwing "black" men under the bus, rolling them over, putting the gear in reverse and backing over them. I see this travesty and think to myself: "Keep being strange bedfellows with these people, thinking they're your friends, you'll find out. Cross them one time, and you'll see what they really think of you."

This made me think of the 1990 movie, Tales from the Darkside, a film based off the classic TV series-- still the most spooky theme I've ever heard in TV history, in my opinion. Anyway, in the second story of this film, entitled "The Cat from Hell," Drogan, an eccentric millionaire, hires a hitman...to kill a cat!

Why? Because his sister brought a cat in the house and he had these mythical superstitions about cats (e.g. cats suffocating babies while they're sleeping). He also accused the cat of killing members in the house. As he explained all of this to the hitman, he told him how he constantly warned her to get rid of that cat, but she wouldn't listen. In the end of his explanation, his final warning to her was, "You'll find out!" Long story short, the cat turned out just as Drogan said, killing the hitman in the most gruesome, gross way and eventually killing Drogan, causing him to suffer a heart attack.

I say that because this brings me to something that I will correlate with this story, specifically Drogan's warning. Before I became a member of the Way of Yah "synagogue," during my time there and afterwards, I've seen people making comments to those who had a problem with their so-called pastor, saying things such as, "I've never had a problem with him, never." Well, I didn't either until I got to know that egotistical piece of shit.

The funny thing about them defending him is that usually these are people who never stepped foot in that place, so my question to them is, how can your word top the ones who have been on the inside? Impossible. I theorize that some of these people are also current members who are using default accounts, but that's neither here or there.

They will hear things being said about that so-called pastor and will criticize the person who made the video. I can't be too critical of them, though. A part of me understands because I was once in their shoes. There have been cases where the individual's video-- or perhaps one of my blogs, who knows?-- is what drew them to TWOY where they could possibly become members. Ol' bonbon head isn't going to accept just anybody.

Now, these people are adults, they can make and are to their own decisions, so obviously I'm not going to anyone not to join, but I will say this: they will start off by making feel as if you're a part of the family, so it's not so bad in the beginning. It may take a few months or a few years-- in my case about 2-3 years-- but eventually you will see the masks fall off.

You will see the narcissistic, feminine ways of their pastor, the cut-throat, treacherous ways of the members-- not all, but it's more than less-- and the one-sided, two-faced bullshit overall. So anyone who wants to or has joined there, you don't have to take heed to anything I'm saying, and like I said before, it may take a while, but eventually, "you'll find out."

The Unmitigated Gall

Heading into 2020, there's a few things concerning my experience at that so-called synagogue that I want to get off my chest. I planned on writing this months ago, but they were other matters that came up. As I mentioned in my "Poking the Bear" post, I want to address what made me start to gradually look at their "leader" Henry differently in 2015. Looking back, I realize this dude is a feminine ass bitch, masking in masculinity.

It started with a brother's meeting that year. Henry was asking some of the brothers about marriage. Speaking of which, that's another reason I'm glad to no longer be there, he was one of those negroes trying to brow beat and pressure people into getting married, but then in the same breath, tell them not to rush into a marriage. Go figure.

Anyway, marriage is not anything I'm interested in right now. I'm on the fence at best about that subject, so shaming tactics such as claiming one's trying to avoid responsibility-- which one fake, four-eyed bitch was quick to repeat; she repeated everything that nigger said-- or whatever other goofy shit was not going to change my mind.

Then the subject of what we look for in a woman came up. Long story short, I simply said what I look for a woman is someone who is attractive inwardly and on the outside, I NEVER SAID she had to be a beauty queen. Somehow, I wasn't "being practical" according to him. Till this day, I don't see where I was being impractical. Anyone in their right mind would want someone with a balance of (at least) decent looks and good inner characteristics. I have no problem with a woman who would expect the same from me, and move on if she didn't see that, but the negro was implying that I was being one-sided. No, I wasn't, dumb shit.

He then goes in on my looks. This wasn't the first time he did that, and to me, a man judging another man's looks, especially in the same manner as a woman is highly suspect. Why the fuck he was so concerned about my looks was beyond me. Then he points out a dude in the meeting, saying this guy can get a "beautiful woman." Very wise. This man's supposed to be a preacher, but he's doing instigating bullshit like this.

I figured the dude he singled out would view himself as better at that point. He was empty-headed enough to do it; I can tell because his attitude towards me changed after that meeting. Besides, even if he can get an attractive woman, I doubt if he could keep her. That dude had the IQ of fertilizer.

Then I was asked to name a woman that I find attractive. Looking back, I realized it was a paradox trap; in other words, regardless of what answer I gave, it would've been the wrong answer. However, when people are asked this question, they usually will use a celebrity as a mere example, which is what I simply did. Most people will not mention someone they know personally. This motherfucker took what I said to imply that I wanted this celebrity-- I won't mention her name-- or someone of that caliber, and dragged me for three fucking years about that shit like a messy bitch.

During this feast, I had a few conversations with a woman who makes Lizzo look like Jessica Alba. One thing I've learned about "black" people is that collectively, they're very childish and petty, and a lot of these yardbirds were no different. Just because a man is having a conversation with a woman doesn't mean he's interested in a fucking relationship.

Knowing that I was dealing with mostly childish people, and the fact that this woman was desperate for a relationship, I started keeping my distance but to no avail, because my concerns came to pass. Next thing I knew, I'm getting text messages such as one from a loud mouth coon about her being my woman. I had to correct him on that. He tells me, "You heard what preacher said." No motherfucker, you heard what I said, that's not my woman. I never co-signed that shit.

I figured this bitch was going to try to use Henry's position to trap me into something with her, and she proved me right.She thought she was smarter than me, and she viewed me as weak, which she wasn't the only one but I have way more resolve than people think. I saw her bullshit coming a mile away, and there was no way that shit was going to happen.

One would think that common logic and sense would tell someone if they have to go through that subterfuge to try to get someone, you don't need that person, nor should you want a relationship with that person, but oh well.

When I set the record straight that wasn't the case, I prepared for the inevitable. I know the negro, and whenever they call themselves hooking you up with someone or low-key trying to force someone on you, and you refuse, here comes the shaming language, and Henry didn't disappoint. Like a typical negro, he goes in on my looks (again) during a single's meeting on October of that year.

As I've said before, I saw this coming and I braced myself. This bitch nigger got mad because I refused to take someone he called himself picking for me, when I never asked to be with her in the first fucking place, that was his bright ass idea. He took it upon himself to do that goofy shit. Of course, this would be denied, but I know that's what it was because I had folded and took the chocolate covered Jabba the Hut, it wouldn't have been none of that bullshit.

This told me a lot about what he thought of me and the type of person he really is. He could hurl vitriol and call me ugly all he wants, I still wasn't taking that motherfucker! It was my way of telling him "fuck you" without actually telling him that. I also think part of it was to get a laugh. Try to get me to "take one for the team," launch personal attacks when I refuse, then throw the whole ordeal in my face later, making jokes about the shit.

By the way, Henry, you'll eat a chair before I get an attractive woman? Get the seasoning salt, motherfucker. You don't know me as well as you think you do. You don't know what woman I can or can't get. You made the same mistake most dumb fucks make, and that's look at me and assume stuff.

This also expands into the so-called black community. Somehow, regardless how the woman looks, her size, her attitude or her personality, she can have the pick of the litter and it's okay for her to have standards, but it's a problem when brothers have standards. He's supposed to take whoever he can get, otherwise, be subjected to shaming language. Oh well, I guess we have a problem, then. This ridiculous, hypocritical shit is expected by most sisters in our race, but you have some of these male negroes doing the same thing.

This brings me to the picture in this post. I won't mention the broad's name, but the image should give one an idea of her name. A year later, some of the brothers and sisters had a meaningless discussion by the sound system in the sanctuary. This Shrek looking broad goes on a disgruntled rant, talking about brothers who didn't want the wildebeest I mentioned, then talks about how brothers don't have this and that, but they want this and that. Typical shaming language. Some brothers have to hear about what they have or don't have because they don't want somebody. Fuck you, bitch! You and anybody who's on that bullshit.

Then she uses one dude and whoever those "few" were to try to piss on the other brothers. I'm looking at this cunt, thinking: "Whether I was Warren Buffet or someone on the streets, I still wouldn't look your way." It's usually warth hogs like her who looks like that and have the nerve to talk shit.