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My Testimony As Eric G. Plott The Moringa King

 

Why Are You Here?...Dead Or Alive...

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We Are Here, Because There Is No Refuge, Finally From Ourselves.

Until A Person Confronts Himself In The Eyes And Hearts Of Others, He Is Running.

Until He He Suffers Them To Share His Secrets,

He Has No Safety From Them. Afraid To Be Known,

He Can Know Neither Himself, Nor Any Other; He Will Be Alone.

Where Else, But In Our Common Ground Can We Find Such A Mirror?

Here, At Last, A Person Can Appear Clearly To Himself,

Not As The Giant Of His Dreams, Nor The Dwarf Of His Fears,

But As A Man, Part Of A Whole, With A Share In Its Purpose.

In This Ground, We Can Each Take Root & Grow.

Not Alone Anymore As In death, But Alive To Ourselves And To Others.

 

~The Philosophy~

~E.G.Plott

 

 

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Okay I WIll Say It Like This...
Some Of You Might Just Think That I Am Some Guy That
Is A Successful Salesman That Just Wants To Make A Buck...
You Might Think I Am A Rich Kid That Was Given Everything...
Or You Might Think I Genuinely Worked Hard For What I Have....
Either Way You Want To Portray Me...
Just Know That I Am Made Equally Just Like You And I
Have A Story Too, I Am Human...And I Have Major Mistakes...
Does This Mean We Cannot Do Business?...
What If I Were To Tell You That I
Didn't Get The Greatest Hand Dealt To Me,
 
But Yet I Played My Cards The Best I Could?...
What If I Changed The Rules Of The Game,
Because I Noticed That It Was In The Houses Favor?...
You Can Play a Different Game...Gods Game,
You Can Always Hold The Winning Hand,
And Yes You Can....I Was Once Homeless,
I Don't Need Your Money And If I Were A Rich Kid,
I Wouldn't Be Needing To Work As Hard
As I Do To Make A Substantial Career For Myself...
I Created My Business From The Ground Up,
In A Basement- And I Kept My Faith In God,
Like I Did When I Lost My Life And Found It Again....
Please Read My Real Story, So You Can Maybe See,

 

    That You Cannot Always Judge A Book By Its Past. 
The Past Is The Past, The Future A Mystery, but Today Is A Blessing.
Look At What You Have Been Given...Appreciate It.
 
"Friendship is unnecessary, like
philosophy,like art... It has no survival value;
rather it is one of those things that give
value to survival.
 
happy friendship day"
 
~E.G.Plott~
 

My Story Is A Rough One...Reader Discretion Is Highly Advised.

March 19, 2013 at 4:56pm
 

I Know Today that By The Grace & Mercy Of Yahweh, I HAVE BEEN REDEEMED- And Made New...

I AM FORGIVEN AND I AM A NEW CREATIURE IN CHRIST..

The Old Has Passed Away...I Have Repented From My Old Ways...

This Was Who I Am..And Today I BLESSED AND HIGHLY FAVORED...

I AM A CHILD OF THE MOST HIGH- I AM A PRINCE IN THE HEIR OF THE KINGDOM OF GOD!...Here You Go...First, I Will Begin By Reading My TESTIMONY Of How Moringa Helped Me. I Did Research Moringa For My Father, As He Had Diabetes And It Seemed Like The Medical Institution Wasn't Doing Anything To Really Help Him, By Feeding Him Drug After Drug. I Researched This Plant And Yes It Did Cure Him, Because He No Longer Takes His Insulin, but I...

 

 

 

I Was A Mess Barb, Please Dont Hate Me, But This Is A Brief - VERY SHORT Version Of My Story-

Otherwise I Would have To Send You My Book...

Pretty Much I Was Raped Since The Age Of 8 Years Old- By Foster Brother...

I Ended Up Christian From My Private - PENTECOSTAL School, There Of Which Is Place Full Of People Who Hated Me; Primarily Because My Family Was Not As Wealthy And We Couldnt Speak In Tongues.

We Never attended The Church That Was Also A School- "Private Prep School".

So We Never Tithed To Them, Maybe They Thought We Were Heretics Or Something...

So, They Actually Ended Up Kicking Me Out When I Was In 7th Grade, I Never Got To Complete Their School.

 

 

In 8th Grade...I Never Told Anyone My Deep Dark Secret Of Being Raped And Abused...

Others Could Tell Something Was Wrong , 

Because I Was Always Very "Hyper" And Today They Would Probably Put Me On Aderall...

Anyways  So I Went From Being Something " Great" To Going Down The WRONG PATH AND FAST!...

Ran Away - At The Age Of 15 I Was Doing Drugs- Ended Up With A Class B Feonly At The Age Of 17 And In Jail At 17...

Wasted And Lost My LIfe Till I Was 21...And That Was After 2 Prison Trips, 7 Jail Encounters,  And 10 Intensive Treatments...

Again I Realized Besides The Evil In The Church- That I Found God In JAIL And That HE WAS NOT ALWAYS IN THE CHURCH-

And That FAITH WAS AND IS A RELATIONSHIP WITH THE CREATOR..

NOT THE CHURCH- NOT THE CONGREGATION NOR THE PASTOR/PREACHER-

But Yeshuah Elyon- YAHWEH!...I Found Out By Grace Of God That I Was Not Depressed Because Of My Past,

BUT I WAS UNHEALTHY- I Discovered That We Were What We Ate...We Are Actually THE DNA We Consume; Whats That Mean If We Are Eating Toxic Chemical Then?

 

So I STOPPED EATING DIARY AND DRINKING FLUORIDE WATER- WATCHING TV- STOPPED DRINKING THE SODAS- AND JUNK FOOD Then AS I GOT USED TO THAT, I MANAGED TO FINALLY QUIT MEAT AND ALL THE DIARY PRODUCT MILKS, Cheeses,  ETC....

 

I Went On A Crusade For Health & Solidarity...

I HAVE NEVER FELT SO GREAT AND ENERGETIC IN MY LIFE

AND THIS WAS AFTER Being DECLARED DEAD THREE TIMES

DUE TO DOCTORS GIVING ME TOO MANY PRESCRIPTION DRUGS...

It Was No Wonder, I Felt Discouraged By The Medical Institution.

You See They Knew I Was Depressed And Didnt Want To Live..

It Was Because I Didn't Feel Good...Granted,

They Didn't Have To Kill Me Three Different Times.

I Was In A Coma Once For Three Days From Medical Overdose

(ON THEIR BEHALF, It Was Their Giving Me TOO MANY MEDS)

I Was Also Jumped By A Gang In A Prison Attack,

I Was hit And Beaten To A Pulp With A LOCK IN A SOCK...Guesome Right?

 

I Didnt Remember My Name Or Who I Was...Which Might Have

Been A Good Thing, Because From What I Hear I Had Developed Into Quite An Evil Person...

I Feel Like This Might Have Been A Godsend, In A Weird Way,

Because It Was Like When Saul Saw The Light And Was Blinded And God Transformed That Man Into PAUL -

A Holy Man...From A Christian Killer to A Christ Follower

And One Of The STRONGEST MEN OF THE BIBLE IN FAITH..

That Was Like What Happened To Me. I Was An Atheist, I Hated God, I Hated His People...

And I Prayed To Satan...I Realized That Buddhism, Hindism, Agnostic,

And All These Other Pagan Worships Were Satanic As Well...

So I Was Intrigued With Gaining The World,

I KNEW EXACTLY WHAT I WAS DOING AND I LOST EVERYTHING FOR THE WAGER...

And Death Won Several Times, BUT GOD KEPT ME ON HIS SIDE...

When I Quit Drinking Alcohol, Doing Drugs, And Smoking Cigarettes;

I Knew my Life Was Going To Be Different, I Had Never Been Able To Quit Those Addictions Before,

But I Asked God To Remove Them And Make Me A New Creature...

To Deliver Me From These evil Things I Had Done...And All The Burnt Bridges I Destroyed...

AND HE DID JUST THAT...I Hit My Knees And Cried..

I Knew There Was Something Different With Myself After This Sincere Prayer..

That Is When I realized That Faith Was WITH GOD AND NOT MAN...

This Is When My Faith Life Journey - My New Hope Was Possible...

So, I Wrote A Poem, That Signified The ENDING OF MY LIFE THAT PEOPLE HAD CREATED FOR ME...

For I Was Only Being The Erik That People Liked,

And Not Who I LIKED OR GOD CREATED!....Today, After Many Years Of Failures, Heartache, and Pain,

I Am Able To Confidently Say That I LOVE MYSELF, MY FAMILY, MY GOD,

AND FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER,...I LOVE MY LIFE!...

You Couldn't Pay Me A Million Dollars To Say That Sincerely As I Just Did Now...

I Went From Coming Out Of Prison & Being Homeless This Last Time At The Age Of 21...

And I Created A Over Night Successful Business That Ran Up On The News And Radio...

Called PlottPalmTrees.Com, This Was A Way To Reunite

 With My Family For All The Nasty Things I Had Done To Them  In The Past...

I Ended Up  Winning 4 Awards For The Idea Of Bringing Palm Trees To Missouri...

I Got Some Good Attention; So Much So That Harvard University Noticed Me

And ACCEPTED ME!...That Is Right, MY NEW OUTLOOK ON LIFE Inspired By Christ Yeshuah,

Allowed For New Doors To Open In My Life...I Went From Prison & Even Living On The Streets

To Ivy League In Just TWO YEARS!..

Because I Had Already Been Going To Community College

For Whatever Reason, But It Seemed To Help Me, Because I Had Good Grades There. I Was Staying Out Of Trouble

And Getting The Grades; Phi Theta Kappa Honor Soceity

Accepted Me, That Seemed To Have Helped As Well,

With Getting Into Harvard...

So, EVERYTHING YOU DO, DO WITH GOD IN MIND

AND HE WILL MAKE IT WORTH YOUR TIME...Worth Your While...

 

Anyways, This Is A Really Overview Version Of My Story...I Hope You Really Take This Into Consideration...That You Are A GIFT FROM GOD AND THAT HE WILL TAKE YOU PLACES YOU NEVER DREAMED OF, PLACES YOU NEVER KNEW EXISTED, AND PLACES YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU COULD REACH...WE SERVE A More Than Enough God...Exceedingly Above And Beyond ( Ephesians 3:20   ) 

 

 

If You Want To Read That Poem I Wrote, Here It Is BELOW...The Poem Where I Finally Surrendered...And Guess What?...

I Won...And So Can You, You Deserve ALL THE ENERGY IN THE WORLD...

It First Starts With Loving Yourself (F.L.Y = First Love Yourself)...

Then Love God...Then YOU WILL BE ABLE TO LOVE THE WHOLE WORLD ONE DAY...

Because I Believe That Love Is Not Only An Emotion,

But It Is ALSO AN ABILITY...Which Means You Can Practice Loving...

But Again It Starts With You...Lets Decide Today, To Be TOO BLESSED TO BE STRESSED....

I Hope You Know The Creator Is Capable Of ALL THINGS!...

WE CAN DO ALL < ALL! > Things Through Christ Who Strengthens US!

That Is My Testimony And I Am Stickin With The Blessings...

I Will Be Damned If I Go Back, Even IF "Friends, Family, And The World" Tried To Pull Me Under, They Cannot Have Me!

BECAUSE THE KING HAS ANOTHER MOVE!

 

I Know What Team I Am On Today!...Love You Later, BIG TROPICAL HUGS ..

 

I Know Today that By The Grace & Mercy Of Yahweh,

I HAVE BEEN REDEEMED- And Made New...I AM FORGIVEN AND I AM A NEW CREATIURE IN CHRIST..

The Old Has Passed Away...I Have Repented From My Old Ways...This Was Who I Am..

And Today I BLESSED AND HIGHLY FAVORED...I AM A CHILD OF THE MOST HIGH-

I AM A PRINCE IN THE HEIR OF THE KINGDOM OF GOD!...Here You Go...

 

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~The Philosophy~

 

“Why are we here!?” shouted the Drill sergeant, “we are here, because there is no refuge finally from ourselves; until a man confronts himself in the eyes and hearts of others he is running...”. All 520 of us men recited the full memorandum precisely and in a prompt manner to ' why we were here'. The repetitive twice a day chant seemed as long  as a dreaded doctors appointment on a busy day. I was in one of the toughest brainwashing facilities programs in all the Midwest, due to my inability and lack of efforts in life. I didn't know what I wanted in life and probably should have been asking myself, “Why was I here?” when I had the chance. When I wasn't in and such an awful embodiment of where life seem to be heading, the people of today. Society as a whole is blinded by the illusions that have since day one been the greatest distraction for progression and pulls under  sick individuals  towards a deeper state of illness. Was there no refuge?

 I myself could finally see the illusion being so far away from home, not only thinking outside the box, but living there as well. All the while too busy being brainwashed; sponged in fear, dipped into obedience by the iron fist, as the velvet glove had quickly been removed by The Higher Authority. Slapping patience, tolerance, acceptance, and effective communication into my cerebral cortex. Gradually as the year disintegrated;  the wringing  out of my youthful man I  once portrayed, diminished into a chord that for so long sounded like distasteful  dissonance to the human ear; a broken record that jumped to that same whole note endlessly. Was I dead yet?  I wasn't sure anymore, living in an environment that stunted every psychological portion of my being. Was all hope gone?

I felt like asking someone close to me if I was a robot, being programmed for perfection; in the fear of fearing and displaying little to none emotion at all. What have I become? 

 

(SICKLY- UNHEALTHY- AND DEPRESSED.)

 

SICKLY

 
 

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 I had no one around who could help, so I did what I had done when I was a young child, I prayed to  God; the same God that for so many years I ignored and turned my back on. I heard he was a forgiving God, so I quietly prayed,”God if you are real, help me, take me, deliver me, from my insane past which lead me to this mad hellhole”. At night it is cold, like sleeping on a giant boulder in the Rocky Mountains with no clothes on; shivering naked and everything exposed, your vivid scars of yesterday presented to the public like a Science fair for all the world to see. In this final and drained out moment of my ongoing treacherous  hell, I knew I wanted and needed something better; after all we all deserve better, once we blindly accept agony. I voted for hope like Ron Paul in the elections in 2012, but at this time there was no Ron Paul and hope seemed to not exist. I eventually continued my prayer, as I felt compelled to do so, I prayed, “Lord Jesus, I know I have been wrong in all my ways, but please forgive my actions of the past, today I repent; I turn from my evil ways and wish to change. Bless my future bring something new, a golden mystery for me to unveil. like the gift you once gave when you took dust and formed it as a mud and blew into the clay the essence of life; breathing out vigorous humanity. Through excruciating childbirth we bore into pain, to patiently work our way back into your empirical  Kingdom, each baby step, nearing to the stride of growth. One major plus as each step fades behind, as  a minus collides with adulthood when vanity meets vain. I am now honest, open, and willing; help me stop making excuses and be a great man of change”. When I was young in science class, I learned that if you wanted to know how an invention of idea worked, you would ask the inventor or writer how it worked. So why would you not ask the creator why you were created? I continued in prayer,“ One last thing God, I am not good at reading, so show me what my purpose is; why did you create me? In all these things I pray in yeshuah's name, amen”. 

After that night all I could do is sleep, and sleep, and sleep. I would wake up soaked in a bath of  salty, sticky water; soap might have helped as the bacteria on my skin released a stench of the foulest of foul bodily aromas, that not even your mother would love. A part of me died that night, as a new 

 

 

 

Me At The Age Of 19 MARYVILLE TREATMENT

Me At The Age Of 19 MARYVILLE TREATMENT
17 years old
17 years old
Jail 17 Years
Jail 17 Years
18 Years Old Here Prison
18 Years Old Here Prison
19 Prison/Treatment
19 Prison/Treatment

 

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portion revived and carried me high above this building of droned out zombie soldiers; I was soaring on the backs of angels I knew this was were I belonged; building bridges in the sky. It no longer was about who I was as much, as it became who's I am. I realized I am not of this world and what men stamped on my resumes. My eyes flew open and m

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