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New to this page, I felt compelled to address what I thnk might be received as an important address to parents, families, members of those in WMSCOG, and potentially anyone who desires education. As someone without a loved one in this group, as someone who is not familiar with any thing really about this group… but learned about it in a recent article…I decided it might be in a good decision to jump right in and see if I could provide some insight to parents, those who are in the group, those who just desire to understand more., and whomever wishes to hear what I have to offer. Sometimes, when we are so close to a situation….we are unable to see the forest through the trees. First, you might have one big burning questions…who am I and why did I feel a compulsion to get "involved?" The answer is simple, I am a parent of children who were targeted, indoctrinated and isolated from their enire family, all their friends, everyone. They walked out of the shoes that was their life and it has been 925 days. No, they are not in WMSCOG…in fact, we are not really sure what group they are in or where they are. But…this article stirred my soul, some parents might feel like I do, feel that anguish, some followers might feel like my child…struggling and not knowing how to get out. By all intents and purposes, my "loves" are missing (yet very much alive & present in "their world). I often wonder, do they have any idea of the angst we feel? The way they just vanished from our lives and we are just expected to just …carry on? No answers, no explanations…just a wonderful, loving relationship and then…. gone. That to me seems to be the biggest red flag in determining whether our loved ones are just exploring a religion, a self-help group or even a friendship. Choice. When someone, anyone is told them must choose between their family and anything…there is a light flashing and a horn honking that says…"danger."
Growing up…I never told my children they couldn't have friends "choose between them and us!" or told them that if they didn't do exactly what we said at all times, we wouldn't love them. We have always loved them without any conditions. Sometimes, parents need to provide tough love and try to get their child to make the proper choice about something when they feel they are taking a divergent path that could be dangerous, like drugs and in those time… it makes sense to be firm…to shock them into making the proper choice (ultimately, their life and well being). But..that was never OUR situation. For many parents, for many people who have loved ones who have completely walked away… there were no warning signs. After all, we trust wholeheartedly and love …unconditionally. Right? But choice, that is where people start to wander down a slipper slope. Sometimes, they encounter that wolf in sheeps clothing. They are met with friendship, conversation and the desire to fit in… find their niche. I know, I was there….I'm still there…we are STILL there no matter how old we get. It is great to fit in and feel the cammaradarie of friendship and a like mindedness among others. The difference is… I would never make a choice between anything and those I love. That to ME…is a deal breaker. I learned very early on about the ramifications of choice and that stayed with me, made me think critically at all times but also it made me give great thought and deliberation as to the motives of others. For me, if I realized that someone wanted to change me, morph me into something they wanted me to be and to have me abandon those who were most important in my life…then THEY would be the ones to see my back as I walked out the door. "Loyal as a St. Bernard, my dad would say…as I yelled at the shopkeeper at only 8 years old for being (what I felt) was rude to my mother. My finger waving and my voice raising so that he received the message loud and clear." We all laughed about that at the dinner table that night and I had no idea why it was so amusing. What did I do that was so..remarkable? Now…many years later, I understand. I wouldn't let my mother compromise her intergrity or her respect and just "take" being spoken to that way. The lesson wasn't taught..it was felt. I KNEW that my parents always advocated and protected me and I felt that love. In turn… I gave it back in the way I understood.
Regardless of any doctrine or belief structure…God (whatever God you believe in)…we are given the most spectacular gift of free will. If you haven't guessed it already, I am a storyteller (not by profession) but because I think our lives are comprised of fantastic stories and memories that exemplify where we are today. They are building blocks to the present. So…think about, for a minute, when you were a child and you went into a toy store. Do you remember that feeling of seeing absolutely all of those shiny, amazing toys staring right back at you? I do. Thing is…I couldn't start grabbing every toy off the shelf and start filling my cart with them, for several reasons: first, my mom or dad would say no, second,we didn't have the money to afford every toy and lastly, my parents had a job to make me understand the power of choice. At that moment, I had a critical decision to make…which one of the thousands of toys to choose! Point is, I am no longer a child, but that moment is something that should be ingrained in each of us…that lesson. It still is in me. We must choose. Now for a child…their thinking is compromised (their brain is not fully developed until age 26) and despite really wanting to make a decision among their top ten favorites…(in this instance) they had to discern and pick one specific toy. After much deliberation, I made my decision and ever since that moment, I used the power of discernement and ignited my critical thinking to make choices. While choosing a toy sounds simplistic, and it is…there is more than one way to handle that situation. A child could give a lot of thought and compare and contrast toys until they just decide on that one specific one (giving weight to why they liked THAT one, do they have others like it, how long they have been coveting this prize, etc…) The second thing they could do is have a tantrum…they want more than one toy and that's it! Mom and dad eventually drag them out of the store kicking and screaming or…the kid's tear soaked face makes a decision but is still miserable while they exit looking at the plethora of toys behind them. And lastly, the child is faced with an ethical dilemna. No matter how hard they try, they can pick one toy but they are very tossed up between which toy to choose because in reality…why DO they have to pick only one. The critically thinking child will look up at their parent and say….why must I choose only one? If the dollar value is the benchmark to purchasing a present, why can't I get more than one present as long as it doesn't go over the amount you think is fair to spend? Now that child was really thinking! They were not arbitrarily chosing a toy just because they were given an opportunity at that moment. They desired to know the parameters of their choice. If there is a dollar amount….that certainly might restrict their choices therefore they must truly think about each of their choices and make a sound decision so that they…ultimately…will go home and be happy with the choice they made and the decision to leave other things behind.
How I wish that my children, who never had a tantrum and were so thankful for everything they had…as well as the gift of family and two parents who adored them, thought so critically when someone was asking them to choose between their family and the group that has shown them the path to isolation, manipulation and fear. Choose us… choose your life! To me…there life… is not living. How can it be when they have discarded anyone who looks out for their well being, loves them from the moment they were born and loves them with no conditions whatsoever. To me….they no longer have choice. They, instead…have learned to be judgemental, punitive and disrespectful in the eyes of God…and what should be …their own conscience. I don't care what anyone says… no God… demands abandonment of ones family. Never. It is not about forced decisions…it is about truth. REAL truth. To me…when one is given a decision like that…it is coercison, plain and simple. I am not sure whether members of the WMSCOG are asked to make those same decisions…I hope not. I am not sure whether their loved one chose a group over their family but if they did, I sure hope not. I also have no idea why anyone, WSCOG, or any group would demand that their followers, their congregation their members would think that their doctirne, their way of thinking is superior to anything or anyone else? I have been told that power corrupts absolutely. If someone reigns in power and instructs others to think and act…that is another huge red flag. Remember the toy store analogy? That child…me…probably you…was given a choice. We did not leave that store telling our parents that we wanted every toy and if they didn't furnish it we didn't love them and they were horrible people. Simply, we accepted that we had a choice, we chose our behavior, we chose the toy. Our parents loved us…regardless of how our actions were that day and regardless over the decision we made because that is what family does. We are given simple choices…like toys. Then we are given more difficult choices …like drugs or alcohol. Then the bigger choices start developing …like conformity and acceptance. Thing is… our parents, our friends, our relatives loved us despite our choices. They stood by us and allowed us to use our free will. the freedom of our physical bodies and our intellect to guide our decision making. We have all made poor choices…but when someone snatches that liberty from us and tells us what we must think, feel, believe…who we may love, hate, respect…we have given up the greatest choice of all…when to use our minds and free will. We have then, turned our back on freedom to use our minds and our actions to follow what we know our critical mind tells us….how our heart speaks to us…what our subconscious remember and records…all those "stories". To allow others to think for us and to let others navigate our thoughts and fool us into thinking that WE are making choices when they really are the ones telling us those thoughts to begin with…well, we just reduced ourselves to nothing more than puppets. Who is your puppetmaster? If you do not have the freedom to chose whatever you wish to do, think or say…look to who was the one that TOLD you this to begin with…I think you might then find, a wolf in sheeps clothing. In closing, the best part of choice is when we do something someone tells us is forbidden. You know what I mean… every adult who was a kid…does. Mom says "don't hang out with ……" and you do! Nothing happens, Mom STILL loves you but eventually….you find out that mom (though you hate to admit it) was right. That friend was not a friend, that girl really was a heartbreaker, doing wheelies really does make you fall and get hurt…. families are there to shield you from the falls in life… the people in life who really are…those wolves. Think about it. Hope you found this useful. Wish my children could understand.
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