Child Sexual Abuse in the 2x2's

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The consequences of your denial will be with you for a lifetime and will be passed down to the next generations.
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Patty Rase Hopson

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Worker Tim Severeud - Convicted of Criminal Sexual Conduct

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WORKER TIM SEVEREUD CONVICTED OF CRIMINAL SEXUAL CONDUCT


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Tim Severeud in 2007 

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Tim Severeud


Article from newspaper in Worthington, MN.

This was a long time coming.......

(See Ed Alexander's Letter to Sheri at the bottom of her account)

Per Sheri's request that she wants publicly disclosed: On July 21, 2010, she sent a response to the letter from Ed Alexander that he sent on July 20, 2010.

At this time, July 26, 2010, there has been NO response back to Sheri from Ed Alexander.


Admin Note:

Having read countless different accounts of horrific abuse levied on hapless victims of the 2x2 system for some years now, you would think after digesting yet another tale of  wiscits (Workers in Sheep’s Clothing Imitating Truth) abuse you would fail to feel the wrenching pain in your belly.

Not so. This latest narrative chills one to the bone, and is presented with such heartfelt authenticity it serves to reiterate how imperative it is to wage spiritual warfare to expose this evil heresy.

Byron

An Open Letter to the Friends in Victoria - Tasmania, Australia

CLICK on this link to the WINGS PDF of an

Open Letter to the Friends in Victoria - Tasmania, Australia.

If you are a victim of worker sexual abuse, please contact us and VOT Administration will put you in touch with a caring support group of other victims in Australia. Be assured of absolute confidentiality.


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The National Institutes of Health report that a child is most likely to be sexually abused by someone he knows and trusts, such as a (ADDED HERE by ADMIN: WORKER) coach, teacher, neighbor, babysitter or family member. For the sake of any child you care for, it is important that you can recognize signs and symptoms of child sexual abuse.

My Parents are the “Footloose Parents,” I Say.

*Some names in this writing have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved.

Background:

I am a wife and mother in my mid-thirties, living and working as a consultant in California.  I grew up in small towns North Dakota and Montana.  My parents raised my two sisters and me in an abusive home and in a restrictive, fundamentalist, pseudo-Christian church, which some believe is a religious cult.

My parents’ church claims not to have a name, but members call each other “friends” and refer to their ideas and methodology as the “Truth.”  Some other people call it the Two-by-Two church, in reference to the church’s method of appointing its ministers in same-sex pairs called “workers.”  There are an estimated 200,000 members of the “Truth” worldwide, with the largest concentration in the United States’ Pacific Northwest. 

Someone Who Knows and Has Been There

I was born into this cult and taken to my first meeting when I was 10 days old. My grandparents on my mother side, came to a small town in Eastern Canada in 1910, from England. Shortly after that (I believe in 1914, but my dates might not be accurate), two sister workers came and held meetings and my grandparents on both sides of my family professed, as well as several other relatives and people in the town. My mother was six years old when she came from England. The workers were Maude Slater and Lizzy Jackson and were among the first workers in Canada. By the time I came on the scene, in 1934 the 2X2s were well established in that particular town and surrounding area. It is very hard for me to relate my story because it is like talking about a person that I no longer know. My life, attitudes, and understanding are so different that it is hard for me to put into words the agony of those years. Every time I receive a copy of Forward Press, with all the letters regarding experiences, I feel I can relate to every single story.

I believe that fate sealed my life when I was three and a half years old and my father died. My mother was pregnant with my brother at the time. They had a store in a small town of twenty people and because of the depression my mother was in a sorry state. I had been the apple of my dads eye and of course have no idea what my life would have been like had he lived, but I can only surmise that it may have been better. I have several very vivid memories of him although I was very young. My mother married my dads brother about 14 months after my fathers death and he had an entirely different nature than my father. He was a no nonsense type of person, very rigid and controlling. My father, on the other hand, was very easy going and compassionate. My uncle thought I was very spoiled.

"Well...the Workers Aren’t Married....

For thirty five years I believed I had led a "normal" but somewhat strict childhood. I knew I had been raised in a "church" that met in the home, had no name, and sent out "Gods disciples" two by two just as Jesus had done two thousand years ago. These tenets I believed without question, and until I read "The Secret Sect,"  I believed "The Truth" was God’s one true way.

The shock of finding out that everything I "knew" was true was based on lies was like finding out that 2+2=5 which meant the whole equation of life was different. The weight of the world left my shoulders when I found out I wasn't a sinful person and was not "condemned to an eternity in HELL," as I had been told repeatedly in my childhood years. I am not a religious person but felt the need to learn more about how I was raised, what I believed, and why did I have such destructive and dysfunctional attitudes about life. Twenty years of drug use, alcoholism, and failed social and personal relationships had made me eager for the truth. I am not going into the history of the church but only tell of my experience.

From my earliest memory, visiting workers in the home and getting ready for convention were the high lights of my young life. The joys of "anticipated spiritual healing" were felt throughout the house. It was a time for new convention clothes, notebooks for convention notes, haircuts, and the warning about the belt if we were not on our best behavior. My sister and I lived in fear of the thick black cowboy belt with the silver buckle and tip that would sting and welt the flesh. I was probably only hit with the belt 3 or 4 times but the threat was always there, conveyed with a glance or glare.