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 connection with her. 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 per Steve and the Greens, grandma and grandpa are “of the world,” tooSteve tells Iantha she has to choose between them or us. She says she wants to live with us. But he says 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, holding Iantha’s hand, and I say, “You can’t do this to my daughter.”

Driving home, no one says a word. Even Nate, who’s 6, is quite. Once home and the kids in bed, Steve unleashes his anger. “Don’t you ever embarrass me like that again, do you hear?  We’re here to do God’s work, and if you don’t want to be a part of what the Lord’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 goes and lives with them, and after a month calls us saying she wants to come home. To Steve her return isn’t evidence enough of her commitment to Jesus Christ. When she returns he gives her a large box, and says, “Put the stuff your grandmother bought you in this box, and we’ll return everything in the morning. And,” he says, “I want you to write your grandmother a letter, and tell her you’ll never see her again.”

Iantha’ letter:

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Religious Cult Leaders and Disciples: Who Leads and Who Joins as Paralleled to Fight Club

Screen Shot 2016-04-01 at 9.16.17 PMOutstanding article here—written by Carla Dechant Behr, brother of deceased ACMTC member Chris Dechant, AKA Joab Evans

Religious Cult Leaders and Disciples: Who Leads and Who Joins as Paralleled to Fight Club.

Another Body on the General’s Land

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Another Body on the General’s Land

by Carla J. Dechant Behr

In 2010, when my mother was dying, she had my father call me with one final request. Could I get in touch with my brother Chris? I told him I’d try. We determined to skip a step and make our plea directly to the New Mexico governor’s office who in turn directed the local sheriff’s office to get a message to my brother. He was living on the backside of some dried out piece of land in BFE New Mexico with god’s army – General’s Jim and Deborah Green. He refused our request as he had refused many times since the early 80s – you see, god’s army doesn’t believe in acknowledging “flesh” families.

Christopher John Dechant was born in February 16, 1957 to John and Cyrilla Dechant. John and Sallie, as she was known, fell in love at first sight and remained deeply in love until her death in 2010. Fifty-six years produced 10 children – Chris was the second son. He was raised in a large, safe home by two parents who provided for him and siblings who loved him. He spent summer vacations on his grandparent’s farm, went to a private grade school and wore braces to straighten his teeth. In high school, he ran track and wrestled. He attended college and then the Air Force where he rose to the rank of sergeant. He was smart, athletic and a friend to children. He loved music and nature, and he wrote in a journal that he called his “log” after his favorite TV show Star Trek. He was an all American boy.

The Greens got their talons in Chris in Sacramento California in the early 80s. He was sick (mentally and physically) and was under the care of doctors. Being away from home and struggling was the perfect opportunity for the Greens to start bombing him with their love. Chris gave up his wife, his children, his family, his money, his military status and eventually his name. He refused all contact with his family.

My mother went to her grave grieving for the loss of her beloved Chris. She waited until 9 of her 10 children where home in the house where she had diapered and raised them and then she passed quietly away – her husband whispering words of reassurance in her ear.

I’d been following this group and my brother for years (Sacramento, Gridley, Klamath Falls, Berino and Fence Lake). Using local police, I’d try to reach out to him, but each time, under the Greens leadership, he rejected us. Chris would never behaved like this on his own. He would have never rejected me – his baby sister who he affectionately called “Dimples”. He was, most unfortunately, brainwashed.

On the night of February 20, four days after Chris would have turned 59, I had finished preparations for my daughter’s baby shower when I received news that took my feet out from under me – Chris was dead.

I only found out that Chris was dead because of an investigation into another ACTMC member’s death. The body of a 12 year old boy was exhumed on the Green’s land. I went on a search to find out what happened to my brother and through police and autopsy reports, I was able to piece together that he passed almost three years ago on May 18, 2013 of colon cancer that had metastasized to his liver. The autopsy report issued 10 days after his death, read, and “The body is received clad in one shirt, one pair of pants, one sweatshirt and two socks. Accompanying personal effects include a driver’s license.”

Further on in the report, it states, “According to note left by Mr. Evans… [he] chose not to receive standard allopathic treatment for his condition…” At the time of death, Chris weighed 57.4 kilograms – 126.5 lbs. He was a little over 5 foot 9 inches tall.

Now here comes the hard part. Do you know what it would be like to die of cancer without proper palliative care? It is likely as the cancer progressed, Chris became tired. His fatigue would have been more than just physical, it would have been emotional. He might have been cold, which could describe why the autopsy report noted he was wearing a sweat shirt. He obviously lost weight as nausea set in and he was unable to eat. The autopsy notes that Chris’ small bowel contained some partially digested food – perhaps his last effort at life. Finally, when he was no longer able to get out of bed his breathing slowed, his mouth and lips were dry and he may have lost all control of his bladder and bowels.

The pain, without opioids would have been unbearable. He would have been restless and uncomfortable drifting in and out of consciousness. The comforting touch and words of family is crucial during this time as his breathing would have become labored as he struggled to survive. According to the Police Incident Report, John Green who shared a trailer with him spent time with him around 11:30 the night before and Chris was found dead around 5 or 6 the next morning by Deborah. It does not state that John was present with him, only that he had been there the night before. For all we know, he died alone. Deborah stated that Chris may have taken Ibuprofen and vitamins and was not on any prescription medications. He needed opioids! I can only surmise that his death was painful and lonely.

And here’s the worst part – because he is an adult, because the autopsy reads that the manner of death was natural, because the Green’s where smart (or sly) enough to call the local sheriff’s office and report his death and because they probably prompted Chris to write a note saying he chose not to receive treatment – nothing will probably ever come of my brother’s death. So he’s buried there on their god-forsaken unholy, unhinged ground. He has been there for almost three years because Deborah Green falsely told law enforcement that she didn’t know of any family.

As the hour is late and I have already shed more than just a few tears writing about my brother’s death, I can only hope that he has not died in vain. I can only hope that telling this story will somehow in some way make a difference. I have lost my hope of ever seeing my brother alive on this earth. He is gone – buried on the General’s land, and I can only pray that his soul is somewhere safe and quiet in my mother’s arms.

 

Brad’s story

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Brad’s story is told from his grave. He died of black water fever (a severe form of malaria) in Africa on a mission with the Greens. I was there. I was with him when he died. There’s a reason Deborah Green tried to cover herself regarding Brad’s death in her million dollar lie letter that she wrote and then ordered my daughter Rebekah to sign.

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It really didn’t happen that way. No qualified doctor gave Brad a good prognosis, and he wasn’t “strong and healthy” the day before the Greens returned to the US with their son Joshua who was ill with the same parasitic infection.

So Joshua returns to the US, is admitted into an ICU, and Brad remains in Malawi laying on a grass mat on a concrete floor. I’m the one who gets up to care for him when he throws up in the night.

The day before the Greens returned to the USA, they cast Brad’s demons out, “demons of sickness, demons of malaria,” the ones making him so sick, and afterwards they declare him healed. “He’ll be up and back to working tomorrow,” Jim said.

But they never see Brad again. More than twice I say to Steve, “he’s going to die if he doesn’t get help,” but I’m not the one in charge, he is. The day the Greens return to the US, Steve tells Brad to get up, man-up, and be a soldier of God. He instructs Brad to shovel dirt in the warm of the day, with fever, and later shames him for buying a cold soda to hydrate himself (soldiers don’t stop at the store and buy a soda). Steve always cared a lot about the way things looked.

I’m not altogether blaming the Greens or Steve for Brad’s death. Unlike them, I don’t claim to know everything. But it’s quite plausible that had Brad been given the same early intervention as the Green’s son, maybe he’d be alive to tell us about it today.

As a retired registered nurse, certified nephrology nurse (RN, CNN) who worked 15 years in ICUs throughout Sacramento, Yolo, and El Dorado counties (CA), caring for septic, multisystem failure, renal failure patients, I can say this: early intervention in an infectious disease as this is key to a hopeful prognosis—nothing at all to do with demons!!!

We made him out to be a hero, a martyr for God’s army, the army that sheds no blood. And by right of Brad, he was a hero. He sacrificed all for the god he believed in, and he never once complained.

But in hind-sight, the Greens sure didn’t care a lot for their own people, their own followers, their soldiers, their back-ups, the people who supported them and made way for their delusions to take flight.

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Sacramento Bee, July, 1987: Mom wants her son’s remains after church camp “martyrdom”

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From ACMTC’s BATTLE CRY:

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This is laughable. Like, seriously? They just make things up, right off the top of their heads. Jamie Bridgewater begs Josh Green to marry her? I advise two defecting women to call the police? And I’m famous and have made a fortune from lying and slandering the Greens?

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repentance

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This is how I think repentance works. When we’re truly sorry about our wrongs, we acknowledge them, we speak the truth, and then we go about the work of making things right and embracing change. Lesson learned. Our wrongs fade and become faint wisps of our past. The truth sets us free.

But when we tell lie after lie to justify our dirty deeds—pointing to, and attributing blame to others—our offenses only increase, they never go away, and in the end they bind us.

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SPOT ON: How to spot a sociopath – 10 red flags that could save you from being swept under the influence of a charismatic nut job – NaturalNews.com

How to spot a sociopath – 10 red flags that could save you from being swept under the influence of a charismatic nut job – NaturalNews.com.

Sociopaths are masters at weaving elaborate fictional explanations to justify their actions. When caught red-handed, they respond with anger and threats, then weave new fabrications to explain away whatever they were caught doing” 

“A valuable red flag to recognize when trying to spot a sociopath is to see how they deal with attacks on their own integrity. If a sociopath is presented with a collection of facts, documents and evidence showing that he lied or deceived, he will refuse to address the evidence and, instead, attack the messenger!

If you really try to nail a sociopath down to answering a documented allegation, they will quickly turn on you, denounce you, and declare that you too are secretly plotting against them. Anyone who does not fall for the brainwashing of the sociopath is sooner or later kicked out of the circle and then wildly disparaged by the remaining members of the cult group.”   Mike Adams

Cult Education Institute :: Group Information Archives

re ACMTC: Cult Education Institute :: Group Information Archives.

The above link is to cult expert Rick Ross’s website. I met Rick years ago at an ACMTC cult member’s intervention. The intervention didn’t work, the member never left, was never reunited with his family, but I’ve got to say this: Rick Ross really knows his stuff re the ins and outs of cults. Check out his website above. He’s also written a book.

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Cults Inside Out: available on Amazon, and Kindle ready.

15 Narcissistic Religious Abuse Tactics | The Exhausted Woman

Here’s an excellent read from Psych Central. SPOT ON! Thank you Christine Hammond.

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Cult basics: Characteristics of cults.

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Following is a list of social, psychological, and interpersonal behavioral patterns that are common within cult settings. This list was developed by  Michael Landgone, Ph.D., a counseling psychologist, and ICSA’s Executive Director. Thank you Dr. Landgone.

1. The cultic group displays an excessive, zealous, unquestioning commitment to its leader, and regards his or her beliefs and practices to be the truth, the law, the way.

2. Questioning, doubt, and dissent are discouraged, and sometimes punished.

3. Mind-altering practices (e.g., meditation, chanting, speaking in tongues, denunciation sessions, debilitating work routines) are used in excess and serve to suppress doubts about the group and its leader(s).

4. The leader(s) dictate, sometimes to great detail, what and how members should think, act and feel.

5. The group is elitist, claiming a special, superior, or exalted status. They’re on a mission to save something, the world maybe.

6. Cultic groups have an “us-vs-them” mentality.

7. The leader is accountable to no one, to no human, to no governing authority.

8. The leaders teach—or imply by their actions—that the “noble end” justifies the means—whatever it takes for their truth to prevail (e.g. falsifying, lying, deceit).

9. The leadership creates feelings of shame and guilt in its members in order to manipulate and control them.

10. Subservience to the leader(s) often leads to cutting family ties, ties with friends, teachers, and to putting personal dreams or goals aside to become one of them, one of the elite.

11. The group is preoccupied with recruiting new members, or making more money.

12. Members give inordinate amounts of time to serving the group, the group’s god, or attending group-activities.

13. Members are encouraged or required to live with or to socialize with only group members. A lot of group members believe that there is no other way, there is no life outside the group. Mostly they’re afraid for themselves or for others on the inside if they should leave, or even think of leaving.

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