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Steve’s Letter

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I received this letter from Steve (the ex), AKA Col. Philip Jordan about 8-10 years after Deborah Green announced me a woman “judged and forsaken by god.” During a so-called court hearing (presided by judge Deborah and Jim Green) I was declared rebellious, and guilty of spiritual adultery, meaning I put my children before God and his army.

Later they changed it to the real thing (flat-out adultery). I guess at some point their god must have told them computers weren’t evil anymore, because they took to the air waves to spread their hateful lies and propaganda online. Regarding me they circulated stories that I was in multiple affairs.

In this letter Steve (AKA Philip) blames himself for everything that came down on me back in the 80’s, saying “the Generals really hoped for the restoration of our marriage.”

REally? Deborah Green says she’s god’s prophet. God talks to her; he shows her what’s in people’s hearts. She’s the one who prophesied judgment over me, declared me “forsaken by god,” and named me  “Forsaken.”

Her wrath was and is all over me. She hated me because I doubted, and now she hates me, because I say it like it is, and I’m spoiling her delusional gig!  

Steve lying during a news conference, 1989

Below are snippets of Steve’s hand written letter that I typed out—I didn’t want to type the whole ugly thing. Link to full hand written letter is at bottom. 

In the start of our relationship, I lusted after you. Not that I loved you at all, but I lusted for the sex and to be hypocritical over you, that my false authority could rule, knowing full well that my own personality would rule and dominate yours. That’s the way I wanted it, so that’s the way it was from the beginning. I was a cruel oppressor and at times very mean to you over nothing.

Secondly and not at all the least important, I corrupted our relationship by lusting after your daughter even when she was 11 years old. Even though I never had sex with her nor fondled her I did it in my mind, yes my dirty filthy thinking mind and at times using it as a means of masturbation.

It is me that’s been the true snake and a real wretch towards you. Why? Because these have been hidden sins that have cast a shadow on your life and have caused much hurt between you and others of God’s people that have no fault at all.

My concern ended up being on my own power complex. Honestly, I have put myself first on everything, almost a cold calculated drive deep inside of see me first and you last, me look good, you looking bad, me on top, you on the bottom.

You know yourself I had real trouble lusting after other women. What about Dolores? I burned in lust for her constantly. So we need to look at who’s real fault this breaking up is attributed to. Please listen to this because it is my last chance to get right with God and with you. It comes to the point my days are limited. I have wrecked, literally ruined too many lives at this point for what, a little false position and authority.

Now from the first I have lusted for general Deborah; it was an ongoing affair in my own mind, my refusal to really come clean at that time, my vile nasty mental outlook caused the ultimate separation to start with, the two flesh becoming one, so my sins worked out in you. I used you to carry out my inward destruction of everyone, and why? I couldn’t get my own way.

From the first in our temporary separation I was so glad to be free of you, to dump you. I had my own motives.

Living in the shed was my idea. No, they didn’t take your husband. On the contrary, they hoped for the restoration, but i perpetuated the opposite, strife and discord, because I didn’t want you back again! Why? Because I was already in the process of lusting after every woman left at Fort Freedom. I was an uncontrollable lust dog. Even the Generals rebuked me for my desire for another wife. Or I should say, my desire to use another woman. Its the power over others, and the lust upon others that has controlled me. Along with this murderous spirit towards you, wishing evil would overtake. It’s been me all along that started this war between you and the ministry, because I didn’t get my way, my self lifted up above others.

I had you looking like a goole to everyone. Not one kind word did I say. It was “get her while she was down,” and they, the Generals, Col. Wright and others have taken the blame. But it was me covering up myself that I would come out looking good, looking clean in the eyes of men.”

THE LETTER:

Steve's Letter pg 1

Click HERE to read full hand written letter

Steve’s hand written letter

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Steve, AKA Philip Jordan, recently

Hard to read full letter. When I got it I highlighted with a red pencil the parts that jumped off the page. I dissected everything. Steve's Letter pg 1 Steve's letter pg 2 Steve's letter pg 3 Steve's letter pg 4 Steve's letter pg 5 Steve's letter pg 6 Steve's letter pg 7

Deborah’s “20 million dollar lie” letter, part 1

Twenty Million Dollar Lie Part 1

Below are excerpts from “TWENTY MILLION DOLLAR LIE EXPOSED,” part one, written by Deborah Green who then ordered my daughter Rebekah to sign.  The original copy is 5 pages of small font, and so here I’ve edited it to reduce size. Like Deborah’s so-called prophesies, this heap of crap is redundant, drags out to great length, and full of Deborah’s dirty imaginings. I am not going type it all out, but I will copy and paste the whole thing.

I am writing, not as a member of Free Love Ministries, but as the daughter of the claimant in the $20 million lawsuit against Free Love Ministries.”

“My mother claimed that F.L.M. forced her to live like an animal for several months during which time they inflicted (according to her own imagination) punishments upon her. My mother claimed that they brain washed her. When she tried to stop the divorce and disannul (sic) it, her case lost in the courts.” (I never tried to annul it—the evidence of proof is on her, and there is none.)

“I am personally angered at my mother’s lying accusations and the stupidity of the courts and the public to buy her twenty million dollar lie.

“During her pregnancy with me, she was shacking up with a heroin addict who overdosed himself before I was born, she said he ‘got off on pregnant women.’ The tragic truth is: my mother forced me to live like an animal for many years from my birth up until she pursued her wanton and careless lifestyle, living a life of drugs, crime, promiscuity, group orgies, weird satanic religious rituals. She always had time for her countless lovers, her adventures into the dark regions of Satanic demon worship, and her drugs—but not her children. She was a full blown drug addict . I was left to be anyones’ prey during the group sex my mother was so fond of participating in. 

“When my mother was participating in her group sex orgies, she would often times allow me to be used and passed around. I was forced to participate in their weird and perverted religious activities, which were a mixture of Indian religion, demonic necromancy (communication with the dead) and sex and drug idolatry. When she gave birth to my sister, Sarah, they dedicated her to a demon and cooked her after birth. A portion of the afterbirth was also kept in a leather pouch as a ‘charm.’

“She was fond of photographing her daughters naked, and sent nude photos of us to the Generals Green who were living in Kentucky. My mother practiced using all kinds of herbs and was even able to give herself an abortion with black cohosh, she was proud of her results. My mother lived with me, my sister and two men as her lovers. She also enjoyed lesbian affairs.

“She never stops to consider the YEARS OF ANGUISH, PAIN AND SORROW SHE CAUSED TO BE CARVED INTO MY TENDER CHILD’S HEART.”  Whenever we did have food, my mother would mix in large amounts of marijuana so that everyone could continue to get “high.”

“During the times we lived in the town of French Gulch, the fornication flings of my mother were done when my stepfather was gone. My mother frequently dug our food out of dumpsters because she had to spend any money on marijuana. 

“Generals James and Lila Green began to visit us, driving 3 hours one way to bringing us groceries and money. We loved their visits as children because they would bring us food. My sister, Lillian almost died at the age of one month because of my mother’s neglect. 

“I AM A HEART BROKEN YOUNG WOMAN THAT THE PEOPLE AND THE COURT OF SACRAMENTO COULD HAVE BROUGHT SUCH A PACK OF LIES FROM SUCH A DEFILED LIAR AS MY MOTHER—MAURA. I’m ashamed to say she’s my mother.”

Compare these letters with Steve’s letter below.

—>COPY OF ORIGINAL LETTER

my Sarah’s birthday

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Sarah’s birthday party, French Gulch, 1980. Today’s my darling Sarah’s birthday. Though she came unplanned and at a very confusing time in my young adult life (42 years ago), we were destined to be mother and daughter. I love her to infinity. Her love, wisdom and integrity challenge me to be a better person. More than any of my children, she’s taught me to listen.

Sarah’s father was/is a man of integrity. I was in a relationship with him for 3 years before Steve. During a long season of deep depression, I walked away from him—I was lost. I couldn’t fix what was broken inside me to make anything work.

In Steve’s letter he referred to Sarah as the daughter he “hated,” because she was of a “different father.” I wish I’d seen it back then. Ignorance blinds.

Shortly after we moved from French Gulch to Sacramento to join the Greens in their newly founded “Free Love Ministries,” AKA ACMTC, Jim, Lila (Deborah) and Steve insisted I give Sarah up. “It’s god’s will; we’ve got to obey god.”

The Greens had rules regarding “outside influences.” Steve said to Rick, Sarah’s dad, “she’s not your daughter any more, she’s mine,” denying him all visiting and parental rights. Rick took legal action to see his daughter, and I was coerced to let her go, because “Rick’s influence was of the world.”

One may assume Sarah was the lucky one, that she was spared the damaging effect of the Greens and Steve, and spared being married off at a young age to keep her put, to keep her under submission, as both my daughter Rebekah and the Green’s daughter Sarah were. But a daughter harshly cast off and divided from her mother is an awful thing. We don’t divorce children.

I vividly recall my last day with her, the day before her dad came to get her. When I picked her up from school that day, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Sitting in the back seat with Nate and Lilly, she stared out the window looking at nothing.

I didn’t understand why god was like this. It felt so wrong.

That evening Sarah made herself a bed on the floor right next to me, and I lay awake most of the night quietly crying and touching her golden head.

But the next day Rick came and got her and she was gone. 

saying goodbye

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When we move to Sacramento to join the Greens, life gets uncomfortable quickly. Not the friendly gatherings I’d hoped for. Within a few months Jim, Lila and Steve decide my daughter Sarah (then 11) has to go live with her father who the day before served me with papers for visitation rights. Steve had said to him, “You’re not her father anymore.” Rick’s only sin is loving his daughter, he only wants his father’s rights of connection. But his influence they say is “worldly, and he’ll spoil her, and it’ll harm her and all the other children, too.” 

A few weeks after Sarah leaves my 13-year-old daughter Iantha (Rebekah) is put to the test. She’s close to my mom whom we thought we’d see more of when we moved to Sacramento. But one night at a meeting Steve and the Greens tell her that grandma and grandpa are also “of the world, and she needs to choose between us or them. She says she wants to live with us. Steve thinks she needs her faith tested. “I want you to go live with them for a month,” he says, “and then you decide who you want to live with, us or them. You can’t have it both ways.

I stand up, take Iantha’s hand, and say, “You can’t do this to my daughter.”

Steve’s anger is palpable driving home, Iantha’s rigid in the back seat, Nate has the sniffles. After everyone’s in bed, Steve lets out his anger. “Don’t you ever embarrass me like that again, do you hear?  We’re here to do the Lord’s work, and if you don’t want to be a part of what Gods’s doing, then you and the children can all go live with your mom and dad.” I’ve never seen him angry like this. I was 35 years old and two months pregnant.

So Iantha lives with them for a month then calls us and says she wants to come home. To Steve her decision isn’t evidence enough of her commitment, and as soon as she’s home he says to her, “Put the stuff your grandmother bought you in this box, and in the morning we’ll go to the post office and return everything. And I want you to write your grandmother, and tell her you’ll never see her again.”

Iantha’ letter, found when cleaning out my mom and dad’s estate.

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