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The Lie - 2

5/19/2025

Mirror Mirror on the Wall…

Imagine being perfect -a flawless state where everything is exactly right. Its warm outside – the perfect temperature. The lake reflects you living in a perfect body - living in a perfect place.

Then you bite into a perfect apple and suddenly your perfect home - the Garden of Eden - turns into a House of Mirrors, a place where perception fractures, where reality bends, and where you become lost—not just physically, but mentally.

At first, it lures you in with wonder: dazzling lights, glittering reflections, and the promise of fun. But the deeper you go, the more it turns on you. Your face stares back at you—dozens of times, in distorted, grotesque variations. You reach for a path, and your hand smashes against cold glass. Every turn looks like the last. Every exit is a lie.

Panic creeps in slowly. You realize you're not alone—but there’s no one else there. Just flickers of motion, slivers of shadow, the echo of your own footsteps chasing you. You hear breathing, but it's your own—rapid, shallow, scared. The walls close in, though they haven’t moved. The reflections watch you. They mock you. And then you forget which version of you is real.

That’s the horror: not that you’re trapped in a maze, but that you begin to fracture, too. Doubt creeps in. You lose your sense of direction, then your sense of self.

This House of Lies - a house of distorted truth - doesn’t just disorient you—it disassembles you. Quietly. Brilliantly. Cruelly.

I see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness; I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too. I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too shall end, that peace and tranquility will return once more.- Anne Frank

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The Lie

5/18/2025

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The mind says yes

I went to a movie this weekend with a ten-year-old—and was caught in a bit of culture shock. The film followed four human characters who were suddenly pulled through a mysterious portal into the Overworld: a bizarre, cubic wonderland thriving on imagination. To return home, they had to fight off evil beings like Piglins and Zombies.

I’ve been on a personal quest to demystify evil—or, as I like to call it, chaos. Watching that film made me realize that the younger generation is confronting chaos too—perhaps even more dramatically than we did.

So let’s look at what I call the second face of evil. It appears in the Garden of Eden almost simultaneously with the apple. The Serpent approaches Eve and tells her a lie:
“You will not certainly die.”

He entices Eve with the idea that they can do whatever they want - even eat the apple without facing judgment or consequences. It’s a flat-out, 100% major lie from Satan.
And when Eve believes him—when she eats of the apple ingesting the chaos—evil enters the world.

If we apply this to the fivefold paradigm I've used in organizing my forgiveness journey, this is the beginning of the corruption of the mind. The mind is guided by words—and fed by words. And this is the first moment in the biblical story where the words are lies.

I remember my first year in Cre-Com, learning that true journalism meant presenting both sides of a story and letting the reader decide. I recall interviewing both sides of a controversial issue and being stunned by the depth of misunderstanding and separation. It made me wonder: Would we ever really understand each other? Where is the truth? There were lies all over - even the middle was covered with deception.

Now, as we move into an era exploding with information, we are more than ever experiencing a battlefield of lies in the mind. And the mind, when saturated with lies, loses its appetite for truth.

“We swallow greedily any lie that flatters us, but sip only little by little at a truth we find bitter.” Denis Diderot

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Chaos - 5

5/17/2025

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My Therapy

I Thought I Was Going to Die
We often use the phrase “I thought I was gonna die” casually—just an expression of fear. But yesterday, I truly felt like I wasn’t going to make it. I was scheduled to be one of the speakers at a provincial conference in Carman, hosted for palliative care volunteers and administrators. I had said yes at a time when I felt good—confident that I could do it. But I hadn’t anticipated that Parkinson’s would begin to show itself so dramatically—or that it would erode my confidence the way it has.
So, there I was, standing in front of an audience, asked to speak on the importance of story—a subject I love. That part was easy. I began, as I often do, by sharing my own stories—starting with the experience of being the parent of a murdered child. I revisited that chapter in detail.
Then I talked about what it means to be a widow. I explained how that status has shaped my identity. I brought in some comic relief by sharing our love story—how Cliff and I fell in love. That part is always fun. I then told the story of my Parkinson’s diagnosis, sharing a new insight I’ve had about executive function—something I hadn’t fully understood until recently.
After the talk, I stepped down and was surrounded by a group of warm, beautiful people who offered kind words and encouragement. Their response overwhelmed me.
What struck me most was how I had spoken to three different groups in one room.
First, there were those who resonated with the forgiveness dilemma in the story of Candace’s murder. Then there were those who understood the complexities of widowhood—not necessarily because they were widows themselves, but because they recognized the stigma and loneliness that often come with it. And finally, there were those who responded to my experience with Parkinson’s. This was the first time I had publicly shared that part of my journey. I couldn’t have asked for a better audience—people trained, experienced, and naturally gifted in the art of listening.
I’m used to people approaching me about the criminal aspect of Candace’s story. I’m also familiar with the silence that surrounds widowhood. But I had never talked about Parkinson’s publicly—until now.
Telling my story like that was the best therapy I could have asked for.

“My story is a freedom song from within my soul. It is a guide to discovery, a vision of how even the worst pain and heartaches can be channeled into human monuments, impenetrable and everlasting.”—Coretta Scott King

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Chaos - 4

5/14/2025

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Eyes opened

What happens when you introduce chaos into a perfectly formed body—death happens.

We were created perfect. The human body is described in the Bible as “intricately woven” and “fearfully and wonderfully made.” These phrases emphasize the intentional and detailed craftsmanship of our design—from conception in the womb to the uniqueness of every part of our structure.

Introducing imperfection into something perfect fundamentally changes its nature—it becomes imperfect. Sudden imperfection introduces vulnerability and the potential for failure. Just as one flawed component in a perfect machine can cause a breakdown, so too can a single act or infection bring disorder to the human body.

We see this immediately in the biblical account. Adam and Eve’s eyes were opened—and they were afraid. They suddenly became aware of their mortality. They knew they were facing death.

It’s hard enough to face death at any age—but to face it in that moment?

Trauma.

In today’s world, death anxiety is a common part of the human experience. Thoughts of death can trigger fear—fear of separation, loss, pain, suffering, and the ache of leaving loved ones behind. This anxiety, though deeply uncomfortable, is a near-universal aspect of our awareness.

As we know, trauma responses include fight, flight, freeze, and more. Adam and Eve's first reaction was flight—they hid from God.

Flight is often instinctive. It can feel like an overwhelming need to escape. A strong flight response may even escalate into a panic attack or, in some cases, trigger physical reactions like asthma attacks.

“And they heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God among the trees of the garden.”
Then the Lord God called to Adam and said to him, “Where are you?”
So he said, “I heard Your voice in the garden, and I was afraid.”
(Genesis 3:8–10)

Fear. Hiding. Disconnection. These were the first fruits of chaos introduced into a perfect body.

“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”--Leonardo da Vinci

Just a quick Personal Update

Life is never perfect—but in spite of everything we had gone through we were in a good place. Cliff and I had landed on our feet. The family was doing well. We were even having a phoenix party in our backyard. It felt good.

That’s when I noticed the tremor in my hands—just a slight tremor, I was reminded of my mother. She had Parkinson’s. My aunt had Parkinson’s. I think my aunt had a noticeable tremor as long as I can remember. I grew up surrounded by it. So, when I saw that tremor, I just knew.

But I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to. I ignored it.

A few months later—still having said nothing—Cliff was diagnosed with cancer. And I put everything on hold. After he was gone, I finally went to get diagnosed.

The doctor told me: I had Parkinson’s. I also had type 2 diabetes and fatty liver disease. None of it was immediately life-threatening, but it was all serious—and all manageable. So, I told myself I’d just keep going.

There’s a stigma attached to the Parkinson's disease—a stigma - at least for me. It feels weak. It trembles. It leads to a slow decline.

I hate that slow decline.

I always said I’d rather have a quick decline. Cliff had the perfect death. He was diagnosed, and within three or four months, he was gone. Peacefully.

I miss him terribly.

I have with my daughter's help dealt with my diabetes and liver -- so I am doing good.
That’s how I came to be where I am now. I am now accepting the fact that I have Parkinson's - stigma and all...

I have so much to be grateful for - I don't have much of a tremor -- I haven't fallen - and I have a beautiful supportive family - all have been there for me. And I have these wonderful friends who bring me flowers - send me cards - and visit me in Winkler.

Even if you fall on your face, you're still moving forward. - Victor Kam

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Chaos - 3

5/13/2025

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Body

I won't be unpacking the basic fivefold paradigm here—I explore it thoroughly in my book Impossible: Forgiveness to the Power of Five—but here’s a quick summary: our human experience can be understood through five spheres—body, mind, heart, spirit, and collective.

The body is first. And the apple, that Eve ate is a physical manifestation of evil. God warned them they would die if they ate it—and they did.

But how does chaos show itself here? I think we see it in the Law of Entropy.

I’ve always felt a tension between the Darwinian theory and the Law of Entropy.

Darwinian evolution—developed by Charles Darwin—is the theory that the species changed over time through natural selection. Apparently individuals with traits that help them survive and reproduce are more likely to pass on those traits, gradually shaping the population. We evolved.

Entropy, on the other hand, is the tendency toward disorder. It describes a slow decline into chaos and unpredictability.

Imagine your bedroom. When it's neat and organized, it reflects low entropy. But leave it alone, and disorder creeps in—clothes on the floor, papers scattered. That’s entropy at work.

This drift toward disorder is a fundamental law of physics. It’s why:

Ice melts in your drink
Hot things cool down
The universe spreads out its energy

Here’s the reality: disorder is not a mistake—it’s the default. Order is always artificial and temporary. Disorder happens naturally; order requires energy.

Left alone, the universe slides into chaos. Your house doesn’t clean itself—it takes effort. Stars burn out, structures crumble, ice melts.

Entropy is the universe’s tax on time. Disorder always increases.
In other words, it’s the basis of our suffering. We are all victims of entropy.

By eating chaos, Adam and Eve infected the whole earth. Evil doesn't just reside in us - it surrounds us.

God warned them.

"The ground will grow thorns and thistles for you, and you will eat wild plants. It will produce thorns and thistles for you, and you will eat the plants of the field."
—Genesis 3:18

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Personal Update:
I started this blogging series by describing how I had come to live in Winkler. I had collapsed. At the time, I was wondering: What finally pushed me over the edge?

Recently, I was talking with a friend whose husband has lived with Parkinson’s for years. She’s gathered a lot of insight—not just the medical facts, but the daily, lived realities. During our conversation, she mentioned another friend who couldn’t even make a grocery list because of her Parkinson’s.

That was it.

I remembered walking around my apartment, frozen—not in fear, but in dysfunction. I knew I needed groceries, but I couldn’t even make a list. I couldn’t get out the door.
Suddenly, I identified completely with her friend. And in doing so, I saw myself more clearly.

Apparently, this inability to perform basic executive functions—organizing, planning, initiating—is a common symptom of Parkinson’s. When those functions fail, life becomes unmanageable. You need help. That’s when I called my daughter.

Not knowing the name of it, brought shame, confusion, and a kind of despair that shut me down. But simply naming it—acknowledging the reality of Parkinson’s—began to lift the fog. It demystified things enough that I could start thinking about strategies, tools, and “crutches” to support my brain where it’s breaking down.

And how will this affect my creativity?

Apparently, I can still write—or at least I still want to. There’s something alive in me—left brain or right brain, I don’t know. But I know I still have work to do. I’m going to continue my legacy project: trying to put into words what walking with God has meant to me, and how He has helped me through this troubled, beautiful, heartbreaking life.

This is the verse I’m holding on to today.

“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he,
I am he who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you;
I will sustain you and I will rescue you.”
Isaiah 46:4 (NIV)

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Evil -1

5/12/2025

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Five Faces of Evil

After my conversation with Odia, I began looking into the nature of evil

What is evil? That’s my question. And can it be organized into a five-fold paradigm that I had used to understand forgiveness?

I found it "the five-fold evil paradigm" right there in that first account of Adam and Eve.

Just seeing them described there in the story of origin began to demystify evil for me.

"Demystifying evil" means taking the concept of evil out of its mysterious, unknown realm and exploring its nature, origins, and how it operates in the world. It involves examining the many dimensions of evil, including its power to disrupt and fragment lives, and understanding how it relates to both biblical and theological perspectives. "

I found them – chaos, deception, conflict, rebellion, and revenge. They are all there, five of them. I’m going to start with chaos.

“Chaos” - is the word Jordan Peterson has used and defined so beautifully - the one who set me on this journey.

In Genesis 1:1–4, the word “chaos” isn’t used explicitly. But Genesis 1:2 describes the earth as “formless and empty” (tohu wa-bohu), covered in darkness, with the Spirit of God hovering over the waters. This imagery evokes a sense of pre-creation disorder—a kind of void or unformed state—from which God then speaks the world into being. The term “chaos” is often used to describe this pre-creation moment in the Genesis narrative.

A quick note here: if this is the beginning of our story, we have to admit we have no idea where God came from or what the dynamics of the universe were before we as human beings entered the scene. There’s a hint in the book of Job that there’s an entire dimension we know nothing about—a battle of some sort—and God more or less says that in our finite minds, we wouldn’t be able to comprehend it.

But it’s clear there’s something out there—even something God contends with—that is not under His full control. I think it’s safe to call it chaos.

We see another hint of this in the Garden. God warns Adam and Eve not to eat from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. This moment represents a clear choice: to follow God or to seek their own moral autonomy. The consequence of disobedience, God says, is death.

If this is true—if there is something “outside” of God that was part of creation—then where is chaos now?

Interestingly, scientists asked a similar question and they said they haven’t found chaos anywhere.

So I asked God, “Where is the chaos now?”

God doesn’t often answer me directly, but apparently this was the right question—because I sensed Him say: “Chaos is in the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.”

That made sense. As a Creator, God would have placed chaos somewhere—a place that only He could control it - in the essence of who he is which is "goodness." He is goodness which means He did not and could not create evil. Actually from all the accounts in the Bible he doesn't even manage evil all that good.

That led me to another question - the name of the tree. I’ve often wondered about the name of the tree—why it’s called the Knowledge of Good and Evil. Why knowledge? So I went back to the original Hebrew and found something curious. The word for “knowledge” used here to describe the tree is the same word used to describe intimacy or sexual knowing in relationships--yada. Could it be that the Tree of Good and Evil actually represents a union, or even a marriage, between good and evil?

That would explain why the tree was so spectacular—so powerful. Good and evil rubbing up against each other?

If this interpretation of the origin story holds true, then when Eve ate the apple, she actually consumed evil.

Now, in our post-COVID world, we understand more about viruses, contamination, and infection. COVID-19 began spreading globally in late 2019, and whatever we believe about it—real or imagined doesn't matter —we know it changed all of us. It unleashed chaos.

So if Eve truly bit into the apple and gave it to Adam, both of them may have been infected with a virus of chaos.

God may have even been surprised that they survived as long as they did.

Why is this important—this little theological whimsy?

Because it means we can’t be angry with God.

We can’t blame Him for our suffering.

We were infected, not forsaken.

“In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.” - —Douglas Adams

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Chaos

5/9/2025

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The Bear

I must’ve been in preschool. I was sleeping upstairs in my bedroom, and my two older sisters were gone for the night. I was alone.

In the middle of the night, I woke up sensing that something was in the room. In the very dim light of the full moon, I saw a bear sitting at the top of the stairs—watching me.

Back then, there were frequent sightings of bears in the valley, wandering down from the nearby mountains. My grandfather, who liked to hunt bears, even had a bear rug in their attic—with the head still attached. We cousins would often sneak up there, and the older ones would spook us, pretending to be bears. It was terrifying – even when I knew it wasn’t real….

I lay in bed, frozen, watching the shadow. The shadow was watching me. I was paralyzed with fear for what felt like an eternity. I knew it was waiting for me. The only way to break the moment was to slip out of bed and turn on the light—.

Taking my life into my hands, I scampered across the room and switched on the light. It revealed only a robe, hung over a chair.

I was safe.

That night—and many times since—I learned something important: fear needs to be exposed.

It was a life lesson I carried with me—turn on the light.

My chosen profession, journalism, in many ways, is about just that. When a suspicious threat enters our lives, we need to see it clearly before we can deal with it. Sometimes it’s a bear. Sometimes it’s just a robe.

After my conversation with my daughter about chaos and order, I told others that I was thinking about exploring chaos with my fivefold paradigm. Everyone I told paused, a certain look coming into their eyes as they warned me: “Take care of yourself.”
The presence of the bear was in their eyes.

I understand. It wasn’t as if I haven't been aware of evil. I’ve watched a few horror movies, read C.S. Lewis’s The Screwtape Letters, read psychiatrist Scott Peck’s accounts of evil in People of the Lie, and of course, the Bible—filled with stories of demons. I’d even had a few encounters with demons myself - real and fake.

The Bible seems to be the book of authority – starting with Genesis the introduction of evil – and as you know – I’ve been churched to death so you would think I know all about it. But I’ve only looked at it through what I’ve been taught. It’s much different if one decides to analyze it and organize it for oneself.

Having spent the last three years shaping that fivefold structure of forgiveness —writing about it in my new book Impossible, forgiveness to the power of five. (available on Amazon if you’re curious), along with The Way of Letting Go I know forgiveness looks a little different when I see it through my life lens.

And now, seeing the fear again in their eyes, I know there is only one way to deal with anything that stirs fear in us. Shed light on it.

Is it a bear? Is it a lion? Or is it just a figment of my imagination? Either way, a dark shadow can have the same impact as the real thing.

So my new challenge it to put it through my lens. Can evil be organized into five?

Turning on the light – seeing our enemy—and how it works—might even turn the threat into an adventure.

“Go to the edge of the cliff and jump off. Build your wings on the way down.”—Ray Bradbury

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New Quest - 7

5/7/2025

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Creative Order

At this point in my life, I find it fascinating to reflect on how murder devastated our family—and how each of us had to find a unique way to cope with that fragmentation.

Now, living with my daughter, I can appreciate her journey in a new and deeper way. Odia was just nine years old when Candace was murdered.

In a recent conversation with her, I was once again struck by the uniqueness of her path.

Odia is known for her large, monochromatic, simple yet profound fibre installation art pieces. These works carry a multilayered message shaped by her personal story and lived experience.

Her art is truly remarkable—you really should take a look. Her website is: https://art.odiareimer.com

If you examine her work, you’ll see how she uses art to express the repetitive nature of the universal longing to be whole and healthy. She often references the words of Jesus, the founder of forgiveness, and his teaching that forgiveness is a process—“seventy times seven” or 490 times. This principle forms the very foundation of her artistic practice.

In Odia’s words, "the haunting distress of nothingness manifests itself in the symbols of mundane, ordinary life. Often unnoticed and unremarkable to others, these images—private and seemingly insignificant—repeat over and over, wearing the spirit thin.
Her art brings these moments to life, with the hope that a visual representation of this repetitive stream might validate the tyranny of routine: the constant reminders of unfulfilled longing."

It was through this conversation that I was reminded again how each of our family had to find our own way through the darkness. Cliff, the artist, who was naturally drawn to cartooning, found expression through 15 sculptures that eventually brought him recognition. I found my path in writing—one of my books even explores the “15 elements of murder,” which seem to mirror Cliff’s sculptures. This connection was also captured in a documentary.

Our son Syras, who was just three years old at the time of Candace’s death, has become a psychologist and trauma expert - exposure therapy.

There is a pattern here. As a family, we’ve documented our fragmentation—and the journey of forgiveness that helped us heal our brokenness. And as you can see - we had to work hard at this - to find our way through to freedom and healing.

But what about the evil itself? How do we organize that?

When I started speaking about this idea with others, they reacted with concern. “Don’t write about it at night,” some warned. But I’m intrigued.

What if I subjected the impossible chaos of murder to the power of five?

So I went back to the Garden of Eden—the place where chaos first revealed its face. It’s right there…..

As Joni Mitchell puts it in her song “Woodstock”:

“We are stardust;
We are golden;
We are billion-year-old carbon;
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.” Joni Mitchel

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New Quest - 6

5/6/2025

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Winkler

And that’s how I found myself in Winkler—living with my daughter and her husband.

Winkler is wonderful. It has all the conveniences of a big city combined with the accessibility and friendliness of a small town. I felt at home immediately. For one thing, Winkler starts with “W”—just like Winnipeg, just like Wilma.

My daughter’s bi-level house, with its spacious lower floor, felt like it was designed just for me. Thanks to Larry’s chaplaincy at Boundary Hospital, I had immediate access to medical advice. Because of Odia’s efficiency my eating and diet concerns were well looked after. I always knew Odia was a Martha Stewart type—but I hadn’t realized Larry was a gourmet cook too. We were dining in style.

And then there’s Georgia – my granddaughter. She’s a natural nurse in the making and cares for me – almost professionally.

Last but not least there’s Charlie, their dog—cute as a button – always following me around, guarding against any hint of loneliness.

Their exceptional care quickly made a difference, and I was able to finish and publish my book and post it on Amazon. Then just when I thought I was in the clear. I was hit by the inevitable post-publication blues.

Many believe that the reason for writing a book is to publish it—and for some, it is – but for others, like myself, the joy is in the writing of it and in the processing of it. Even as a teenager, I remember transforming a corner in our barn/wood work shop into a makeshift office and then with an old-fashioned Underwood typewriter, I learned to type and finished my first novel - a romance— of course.

Then during a conversation with my daughter, Odia, I tried to explain to her my new paradigm of chaos – and fumbled. I tried to apply it to murder and didn't have the words. I hadn't thought it through - at least not in the context of murder something my daughter and I share. Her experience of her sister being murdered carries many of the same issues my experience of my child being murdered.

We have wonderful discussions about forgiveness - but what about chaos of murder?

I was facing a new question – an important question. If there are five faces of forgiveness - what are the five faces of chaos?

“It’s very hard to find your own words—and you don’t actually exist until you have your own words.” —Jordan Peterson

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New Quest - 5

5/4/2025

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Why? Why do we suffer?

When Jordan Peterson started talking about chaos and order—the fog started to lift.

Chaos was the word that really caught my attention. He was legitimizing it—a word I had been using in my own book on forgiveness. We were on the same page.

As I listened to him, I realized that his and my journey were strangely similar. We had both begun with an old-fashioned religious experience; mine had worked for me as I had continued to build on it spiritually. His hadn’t and that had forced him to explore God again and in a new way and rediscover the importance of God through a brilliant and deeply scientific search for meaning.

In his explorations to find meaning, he talks a lot about Genesis and the garden of Eden – our story of origin. I had to go back there too.

This similar starting place – is actually not that unusual. In my work with parents of murdered children, we all seemed to have to go back there to answer the question, “Why do bad things happen to good people?”

Except Peterson returned to it with science, lectures and discussions. I process a new thought by “fictionalizing” them which I did by imagining the garden through the eyes of a dove, “CeeCee.” To write this novel, I went right back to the original languages – translations commentaries and everything else I could find on the Garden of Eden. It was fun and insightful. That’s when I found the word “chaos” in those first important verses which seemed to unlock everything for me. (I should actually finish that novel as well.)

After identifying the word, “chaos” I went on to explore the word “trauma” another issue we were encountering as parents of murdered children.

I still remember when I first heard the label Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. One of our support group members suggested inviting a guest—a Vietnam draft dodger—who had introduced her to the concept. I then began my formal training as a therapist and started to work with traumatized clients.

As I studied trauma, I kept wondering how the Bible fit into psychology. It was a question that had lingered in my mind for years. I even approached professors at the theological college where my husband studied, asking why psychology wasn’t part of the curriculum. They dismissed me—ever so politely.

Yet the more I studied both Genesis and trauma, the more clearly I saw it: the story of Adam and Eve powerfully illustrates trauma—perhaps even PTSD—with more clarity than some modern thinkers, including Gabor Maté. That was when I realized: the Bible isn’t behind the times—it’s ahead of them. Again, Peterson and I were aligned.

Then, as I continued to doze listening to his words, he coupled “chaos” with “order.”
Leaving me with the question, how do we bring order back into chaos? – My way – my answer – is that we forgive….

That lightbulb moment, helped me get out of my bed and finally finish my book Impossible, forgiveness to the power of five. It is out there now – on Amazon. We haven’t launched it but it is out there.

In a surprising way, Peterson became the one who “talked” me back to life.

“As pessimistic as I am about the nature of human beings and our capacity for atrocity and malevolence and betrayal and laziness and inertia, and all those things, I think we can transcend all that and set things straight.” — Jordan Peterson

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