🪦 If I die with anything etched on my tombstone, let it be this:
I still don’t know why we trusted a man with a crown to write the rules on salvation.
I was handed a book bound in leather and fear,
told it was the Word of God—unchangeable, untouchable, unquestionable.
But nobody told me it had editors.
Nobody told me it had agendas.
Nobody told me it had blood in the margins.
King James didn’t perform miracles.
He performed a rebrand.
And somehow, we turned his version into scripture’s final form—
as if God outsourced eternity to the monarchy.
đź©» The Scriptural Autopsy
They warned us about false prophets.
They never warned us about royal publishers.
They told us the Bible was medicine,
but never warned it could be a controlled substance.
They handed me verses like pills—
“Take two Psalms and don’t ask questions.”
There was no dosage guide.
No side-effect warning.
No accountability for what it did to my nervous system.
đź—Ł Truth Behind the Translation
I memorized red-letter lines used to silence survivors,
recited verses weaponized against my gender, my doubt, my voice.
They said Jesus said it—
but He never spoke King’s English.
He didn’t say “thou.”
He didn’t quote the Geneva Convention of the Patriarchy.
If the Bible is divinely inspired,
why did a king feel the need to rewrite it for political peace?
đź’” Faith Through a Trauma Lens
This isn’t blasphemy.
It’s bibliography with bruises.
It’s the holy act of re-reading what was shoved in our mouths
and finally choosing what we swallow.
Because trauma survivors know:
When someone says, “Don’t question it,”—
that’s exactly when you start.
🔥 Questions That Preach:
- Why is God’s voice always translated by empire?
- Why do Bibles come with chain-of-command footnotes, but no trigger warnings?
- Why do men get the miracles, and women get silence?
- Why does every translation seem to shave off the softness and pump up the shame?
I’m not trying to destroy anyone’s belief.
I’m just not willing to keep quiet
when the words that once healed me
were also used to hold me down.
đź’¬ Final Reflection:
If the divine is real,
it doesn’t need a crown to rule.
It doesn’t need a king to be believed.
It doesn’t need a gatekeeper to be heard.
If God is love,
then surely He can survive being fact-checked by someone with CPTSD.
Surely He can handle a few questions from a girl who flinches at red letters.
🧨 Closing Line:
If I’m wrong, I’ll find out eventually.
But if I’m right…
well, damn.
That’s a plot twist even Revelations didn’t see coming.