The whole network burst of people who think the same as me about Jan Aage Torp! Why should not police take them too?
Strangely silent from Søkelys after all write the same thing as me regarding Jan Aage Torp, but it is not without reason.
I am writing this in a comment that explains why:
That said, there are thousands of comments that supports me, but no support Torp except Searchlight and the false Smyrna blog.
Look here:
http://www.sokelys.com/
https://smyrnamenighet.wordpress.com/
These are the only sites that support mockery apostle Jan Aage Torp, I do not know about anyone else!
NB! I never thought that this case would be so big and I would get so right!
That VGTV son to Torp and about several thousand comments and article would corroborate what I have preached and written.
They are still those who think that I have ulterior motive, hate and I do not know what. But it is only from those people who will not realize that it is only God who can stage a such a massive attack against Jan Aage Torp and his allies the Aina Torp is the premier who after all have allowed themselves to marry a divorced word of God says are fornication, adultery and sin!
Photo of Judge Malin Strømberg Amble which in my estimation was not at task worthy in court January 20, 2016 there Jan Aage Torp was heard and emphasized on both counts although he both lied and distorted the truth! Torp is a man who remembers extremely well if it is to his advantage, but it is to his haunches, then he remembers nothing. How is he to his son Anders Torp.
We meet through Polti at Manglerud a police force that has a way of being as a self in North Korea and Saudi Arabia are not so primitive and intolerant.
Now there are tons of people who think the same as me, and they should not be?
As well they do not take into account that I have been in conflict with Jan Aage Torp's straw men for the last three years that I really have black face on my own blog above all. The Heavenly blog has been my working tool no. 1!
I've never really looked at it that I've written that some form of criminal activity, while January Aage Torp has managed to deceive and manipulate Polti from day one, talk about being crook.
First it was what I had written.
So it was not what I had written that was criminal, but the amount of it!
Justice murder!
It is clear that here adds Polti up to a judicial murder, but will they succeed?
Nothing amazes me anymore here in Norway, after the verdict of the district court where I felt that the judge appeared to be almost bought and paid for. The Judge Malin Strømberg Amble built all judgment, that it was the amount of what I had written. Which made for a crime I did not get a single question about. In other words, the judge was not the task worthy!
Now there are so many who have written about Jan Aage Torp online, where do I begin? And where do I stop? It is now probably thousands of comments, but because it is not everyone who thinks that even his own children enter the same as me. Then I take what his daughter writes, and stops it.
http://www.ungdomsarbeid.no/tema/ungdom-15-18/jeg-er-en-guds-soldat-drep-meg-om-du-vil/
"I am a God soldier, kill me if you want."
The quotation is taken from Christine Josephine Andreassens story about his upbringing in a Christian environment she would later to deplore. Through meeting with YMCA-YWCA, and a different way to express and experience faith, she comes to a new conclusion: "I will create a safe space for people to grow. I will show love and care. "This is the story of a girl who against all odds is studying to become a priest ...
- I am a God soldier, kill me if you want.
The words rang still in my head occasionally. I was barely 11 when I was sent on Father house summer camp in Denmark. Big brother was tortured and I was taught to hide me, sacrifice their lives for the cause and save those who were kidnapped.
The summer camp was to prepare us for the end of time and to fight the battle for Jesus. The leaders were convinced that the time was near. We therefore had to be trained to become soldiers. I was in the group for the youngest. At midnight we were awakened by screaming and yelling that one of the participants had been kidnapped. We did not even have a flashlight we alone were sent into the woods to look for the participant who had been kidnapped.
Furthermore, we learned how to hide in order to not be seen by those who came to "take us Christians". At camp I was taught to a worldview that said the world would do us harm.
One day we were lined up in a line. The authoritarian leaders told us with strong words that if we were ever kidnapped, we should die for the cause. We would die for Jesus. "I am a God soldier, kill me if you want." We should say. We rehearsed it together. The leaders asked us one by one, and we had to respond with straight clearers. I was ready. Eleven year old, I was ready to die for the cause.
A little later my dad happy home from Zambia. He was excited and engaged; exorcism was on schedule for Oslo Church. Mom tried to get me to stay home, said I could not miss school, but we all knew that two weeks school is not meant so much for a skoleflink 7. Classing.
The journey was long, and suddenly I was sitting alone in a room with a dirt floor and an African lady. She asked me to breathe in newspaper rolled up like a cornet. I heard screaming and wailing everywhere, but did as I was told. I breathed and cried. I was afraid. I shivered. When we finished she crossed on a list of various demons I had in me, jealousy was one of them. She said I had to come back for more exorcism. Mamma averted it.
When I went out I met the sight of a screaming African lady who ran out of space and tore off their clothes. When I walked through the hallways so I people I thought I knew from Oslokirken behave like other people. They were violent, eyes rolled and cried.
Some time later I broke out. I had gone to one of my brothers to be there for a while; I was too scared daddy. I would not be with anymore. I would not be driven out demons by. I would not be forced to meetings and prayer meetings every week. I was afraid.
One evening mom beside me. She saw that I never managed to lower your shoulders; constantly tense. She looked at me and said, "Christine, do you want us to move out?". I felt the pressure ease and said yes. For years afterwards I awoke from the nightmare in a cold sweat. I thought I saw demons. Everywhere. I never felt safe.
It took almost three years before I ended up in the emergency room. Big brother suspects a punctured lung, it proved to be a panic anxiety attacks. I did not understand what happened. I could not breathe, I was hurting and I was scared. Just before panic anxiety arrived I had seen an African.
It took me four years before I stopped going by bus every time I saw a person of African origin. I was afraid they would throw curses at me. Afraid they would attack me. I had PTSD, also known as posttraumatic stress disorder. I was treated at NKVTS, Norwegian Knowledge Centre for Violence and Traumatic Stress.
I did not think anymore. I would not believe. I did not understand that God was love. I did not understand that Christianity is not referred shame, shame, fear of failure and suffering. I did not understand love perspective.
Slowly but surely I began to understand. I started in Ten Sing through YMCA-YWCA and was given the opportunity to develop as a human being without being afraid of stepping errors. I sang in the choir. I was with made dramas. I was creative. I began to find out who this is Christine. And who this God is.
In recent times I have met people who looked parish life I was part of the outside. They saw me at school and among friends. They have said that they understood what happened was not good, and I'm glad they understood. But why was nothing done? What does it take for teachers, parents, friends, kindergarten teachers, nurses etc. In our society today is actually going to say when they happen something they think is good? This is not only about religion either, this is on a general basis.
We have to learn to speak up.
It is not okay that children should be afraid of the shadow of the desk chair at night because my dad said I saw demons. It will not happen. We must learn to dare to use our voice. Dare to speak up. I challenge schools, politicians, imams, pastors, priests, deacons, youth workers - the list is long - to dare to speak up. For either to speak up once too often than once too little.
Children should be allowed to be children.
My brother, Anders Torp, has released the book Jesus soldier. I've been contributor and proud little sister. I support him in what he has said and done, believe prudent. My faith is still firm, despite all that has happened. I think it's about that I found an environment where I could learn about God in a new way. A God who holds the whole person and not based on shame or fear. As a child I was afraid of hell, demons and the pitfalls. My father was my idol, and my feet tried as best they could to follow his footsteps.
I am thankful that I currently do not follow his footsteps. I make my own.
Now I second year in a Bachelor of Youth, Culture and Christian education in Theology. I will be a priest in the Norwegian Church. I shall create a safe space for people to grow. I will show love and care. I will not judge others to hell, make them ashamed or force them under me. I want to show others that despite an upbringing in extremely charismatic Christianity one can find a way to a healthy faith later.
Final Comment:
When even Torp their children say the same as me, then realize one that it is an outright judicial murder to me that police Manglerud with the legal system adds up to!
Will they succeed? Pray dear friend and stand with me and my family in this test helpful time!
Related links:
http://the-heavenly-blog.janchristensen.net/2016/03/no-1144-i-have-not-lifted-finger-for.html
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