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In Reply to: This words is why they are afraid MO's teachings are exposed (par 1) posted by Reposter on April 14, 2002 at 14:54:28:
Memories: that Irfers Letter I had to tuck in the back of my cognitive dissonance closet to be able to keep going.
It came out in 1980 - I had had some ppl over from various places, ppl we fed and hosted at no cost to them. One of these couples invited me to go see them in Greece for months practically. I decided to pick up on the invitation in April 1980. I was 4 months pregnant with my second daughter and had an 18 month old child with me.
Upon arrival, I found out that the so called husband was 'gone' because he had a system job and was working somewhere else and supporting the home. Another guy had taken his place and was the shepherd of the home. He had also taken the wife.
When that letter was read for devotions (yikes) I could not help but question. Question and react with sensible questions to the POINT of all of that. I choked on that comment about how she deserved that...that the husband "should find lots of other girls" etc. I could not believe what we were reading for 'devotion' in a sunny morning with children around.
Well....my reaction and my still alive critical thinking (whatever measure of that was still alive) really irked the "shepherd." His name was then Peter Pebble. He took me in for a talk and told me that I had the 'wrong spirit' -I did not seem to believe Berg was a Prophet. Anathema, in other words.
He also told me that I was just like those 3rd class passengers in a Letter (Who to?) in the 3rd blue book, and that therefore I was to go back to where I came from. Never mind that I had been invited for months. Never mind that I had helped out that couple when there were in the city I lived in. Never mind that I had paid a ticket to get there. Never mind that I had a child and was pregnant.
He took me straight to the airport and left me there. Did not even wait for me to make sure I was safe, and I did not speak the language. Thank God I found a very helpful person who directed me to the right place and helped me out.
Memories can be horrible things. How blinded most of us had been, and each time one tried to come out of that blindness, others would quickly punish that and reinforce the groupthink. I wish I could have found a way to leave then.
It would be nice to know what happened to those poor children and hear their stories. The father's name was Orion. His F name I mean.
