Sarah Green

Thirty-five years ago in my mind Sarah and Joshua Green were the lucky ones. I mean, what applied to my and other’s children didn’t always apply to them. They had hamsters, dogs, Josh had model cars, model airplanes, and Sarah collected antiques. Steve made our kids throw their interests into the garbage: Nathan his legos, Ruth her doll, Simon his guitar. Plus Sarah and Josh got away with doing things the other kids couldn’t.

But today I look back, and I realize I was wrong. They suffered immensely. Joshua because he could never break free of his mom and dad’s will, their grip, their claim on his life for their “army.” It was all he knew. If he left, where would he go, what would he do? Sarah because she had her own mind, her own dreams apart from what her mom and dad planned for her. I remember the first time she ran away as Jim and Lila prepared to leave for the Philippines. They had to cancel their flight, and after finding her the next day, they rebooked their flights, and they took her with them, and when they returned they left her there for five long months. They were going to teach her a lesson.

I can only speculate why Jim and Lila arranged for her to marry Mike Brandon, AKA Peter Green, when she was 17 years old. Mike was a favorite of the Green’s, a diehard believer that Deborah received daily “words of the spirit” from God. Also Peter’s father, Keith Brandon, was a wealthy business man from LA who supported his son’s choice “to serve god,” and he financially gave to the “ministry.” So it was a win-win to arrange for Sarah to Mary Peter, plus it would keep Sarah put, at lest for awhile.

This was actually Peter’s second marriage within ACMTC. His first wife (Mary) asked too many questions, so they drove her a ways away and dropped her off on the side of the road. She was several months pregnant.

Sarah gave birth to and loved two boys, and she loved and cared for M.G. as her own, too. When I asked her how many children she had to leave behind in there, she said “three.” I can only imagine the conflict she endured as she watched the very fabric of her life being torn. She loved those babies, but because of her parent’s psychotic claim on her life, and now on the lives of her children, she knew that if she left, she couldn’t take her babies with. Peter and her mom and dad would not have it. They would stand in her way, block her from taking them. So on the most difficult day of her life, she ran away, leaving her children behind, hitchhiking from New Mexico to Washington where a former ACMTC member lived, staying in homeless shelters along the way. She would later return to N.M. to try to get her kids, but to no avail.

Last month I thought a lot about seeing Sarah again. I’ve tried in vain over the years to find her. She was 12 years old last I saw her, and now she’s going on 46! Was she angry with me for exposing her mom and dad and the trouble it caused? Was she really going to testify AGAINST her mother?

Getting into the car to go to the courthouse she says, “Okay, let’s do this. I love my mombut she’s crazy.” After giving testimony she says, “I felt absolutely no emotion seeing her. She’s like an empty shell.” 

On our last night in the hotel in Grant’s New Mexico I gave her a card with a painting of a cactus on the front, with the inscription, I’m sorry I’m such a prick. I told her I was sorry for all the pain and heartache she’s suffered over the years, and sorry if I added to it by my lawsuit and all that occurred after.

Tears fell down her mournful face and she flung her arms around me, holding me tight. “My mother’s a monster,” she says,  “All the shame, leaving my babies. I had to escape, I just had to, and there’s no way I could have taken my babies with.”

“Those memories will always be yours”, I said, “but the shame, the blame, the guilt: those don’t belong to you, they belong to Deborah. 

In the end she gave me something I’ll cherish for the rest of my life. Holding me tight she says to me, “thank you for paving the way.” 

Screen Shot 2018-10-09 at 9.03.18 AMBack row: Deborah, Jim, Joshua, Peter (behind Filipino man), and Sarah. (Circa 1983)

IMG_2715                                                              Sarah and Nate, my son 

IMG_2717                                                                Julie and Sarah.

So Sarah left ACMTC running, and she hasn’t stopped. Today at age 45 she’s a triathlete. She says it’s how she copes.

‘Army of God’ Cult Leader Sentenced for Sex Crimes Against Kids | PEOPLE.com

—>Source: ‘Army of God’ Cult Leader Sentenced for Sex Crimes Against Kids | PEOPLE.com

Deborah Green of the Aggressive Christianity Missions Training Corps’ sentenced for child abuse – CBS News

—>Source: Deborah Green of the Aggressive Christianity Missions Training Corps sentenced for child abuse – CBS News

‘Aggressive Christianity’ cult leader sentenced

Screen Shot 2018-09-27 at 2.41.36 PMDeborah Green told M.G she was cursed because she came from Africa, and she used her as a child slave. During mealtimes M.G. sat alone on the floor in the corner of the communal dining area, and Deborah would give her a bowl of leftover, sometimes rotting food, and she’d make her eat it within 5 minutes, and after 5 minutes she’d take the food away. If. M.G. vomited while eating, Deborah made her eat that too.

Sexually Deborah abused her, putting her finger and objects up her vagina. M.G. asked her, “why are you doing this to me,” and Deborah’s reply was, “It’s not me doing it, it’s god!”

A weaker person would not have survived,” Judge James Sanchez told M.G.. “That means you can continue on being strong.

Screen Shot 2018-09-28 at 8.40.04 AMDeborah Green after sentencing. Where’s her god now?

—>Source: ‘Aggressive Christianity’ cult leader sentenced

meet Silas

Meet Silas, royal kitty. He rules my hood.

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like, seriously?

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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my Lilly’s birthday

Today’s Lilly’s birthday. Steve would be real proud of her if he only knew of her strength, creativity and beauty. I don’t regret marrying the man—he did father 3 unique, beautiful children, and I can’t imagine life without them.

If there are winners and losers, then he’s the one who has lost here. My children and my grandchildren are my greatest treasures.

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10251952_1068697313157366_2151266930089556678_n-2Grandson. Eric, Lilly’s oldest

for a dose of cuteness

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in the face of uncertainty

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She just keeps going and going. Despite having a type of early onset alzheimer’s disease (she’s only 5o), my good friend and neighbor Theresa excels in maintaining a positive, grateful life. She’s another of life’s brave heroes. Here she is running in our neighborhood, revving up for her next marathon. Last year she placed first place in her age division.

Once a University teacher, writer, editor, and poet, she now has a hard time putting her thoughts into words. But despite her limitations, her frustrations, her huge personal loss, she always has a smile that lights up her face. I love people like this—people who master living life positively in the face of great challenges and uncertainty.

youngest daughter and family

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I’m so proud of my children—all of them. Here’s my youngest daughter and her family at the ranch in Texas. It’s weird, but my children (and grandchildren) are often my teachers, as I am theirs. It’s as if we were all intended to be in one another’s lives. Lilly teaches me how to love and be present when someone is hurting and wobbling inside. I love her and my son-in-law’s wise choices, and how they always follow them up with action.

I love watching my children rebound after difficult beginnings—not that they don’t still have challenges. Our injuries can heal, but scars remain forever.

We can embrace life’s challenges as opportunities to learn, to grow, to expand. Or we can rant and rage about them, blaming others for everything bad we attract into our lives as a result of our own faulty thinking and consequent hateful actions, and be miserably bitter. It’s a choice. I believe in the law of attraction. I choose happiness, and good comes to me.

We who are born or walk into a difficult, challenging life—we are given a life to grow in. May we wake up and embrace the positive changes that we long for.